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Kill Your Darlings 2023 - Anon Master list & prompts 💜💀💚

First of all, a huge thanks to everyone who participated — prompters, writers, artists, beta readers, and cheerleaders. Without you, this fest would not have been possible.

Author reveals will be mid-day Friday Oct 6!!

💀 Drarry 💀

Title: Devour The One You Love by starlitsilvereyes - a PodficRating: E Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Length: 2.5-3 hours Warnings: Graphic violence Summary:A ghost of the past — a love story bleeds into the palm of his hands. A voice echoes from the cupboard under the stairs as figures appear in the mirror. It’s been seven years since the war. Darkness comes back in different forms, wearing the skin of the one that you love.

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Prompt: Self-prompt - A podfic of the fic "Devour The One You Love" by starlitsilvereyes, one of last year's submissions.

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Title: Whatever it Takes Rating: Mature Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Length: 15,244 words Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Main Character Death Summary: Harry Potter has been given a sacred mission to find all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes and he will do anything to succeed. He, Hermione and Ron hadn’t expected Draco Malfoy to become a part of that plan, but he had—and now Harry couldn’t imagine trying to do it without him.

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Prompt: #88 - Harry goes on Horcrux journey with Hermione and Ron only to realise at the end they both already died. Harry sees them because of the resurrection stone and Snape obliviated him so he can finish his mission. He has been hunting horcruxes alone.

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Title: Dream A Little Dream Of MeRating: M Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Ronald Weasley. Length: 1,419 words Warnings: Major Character Death. Summary: After the war, Draco Malfoy is tried by the Wizengamot for his involvement in the Dark Lord’s army as a marked Death Eater. He is sentenced to 18 months house arrest, alone in Malfoy Manor. Shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter goes missing. Some rumour he has fled his past and started anew overseas, some believe he was killed. He is not present for the Death Eater trials and is not seen again until 18 months later. When the Ministry-mandated trace on Draco’s wand alerts aurors to the use of an Unforgiveable, Ron Weasley is the first to discover where Harry has been all this time, and who’d kept him hidden from the world he’d saved.

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Prompt: #78 - A dies in B's arms. B sings A a sweet song/lullaby. A tries to join in.

💀 Dramione 💀

Title: mirrored scars (show the true beast within)Rating: E Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Length: 2613 words Warnings: MCD, dead dove Summary:Draco Malfoy was a completely stressed mess of a teenage boy during his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all because he had been given a task from Lord Voldemort, simply because Draco’s own father had failed his task the year previously at the attack at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. He was being forced to kill Albus Dumbledore. However, while having what he guessed was a panic attack, he had been attacked by his sworn enemy, Harry Potter, using a spell that he had never even heard of before. Draco resented the Sectumsempra scars. He wanted revenge. But, not on Potter himself. No, he knew that attacking Potter would never work well. Instead, he set his sights on seeking revenge on Potter in a different way. Attacking Potter’s best friend.

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Prompt: #67 - Draco resents his sectumsempra scars and the people around him who never have to see their own marred skin every single day. He sets out to give scars to either one particular person or as many people as possible, because he refuses to suffer alone.

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Title: IlluminationsRating: E Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Length: 8,087 Warnings: Major Character Death, Breeding Kink, Infidelity, Pregnancy Summary:Everyone stretches the truth. Everyone covers things up, tells little white lies to make things a bit more palatable. When they walked into the interview, Draco and Hermione certainly expected to. Instead, they found themselves needing to be a bit more honest than either was prepared for.

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Prompt: #67 - Survive until sunrise.

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Title: Can you hear me screaming? (Please don’t leave me) Rating: General Audiences Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter. Along with Granger-Malfoy children Length: 5,062 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: Draco Malfoy’s life is turned upside down when he wakes up next to his unmoving wife, Hermione Granger-Malfoy.

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Prompt: #70 - Draco/Lucius/Pansy wakes in the morning, rolls over for a 'good morning' kiss and finds Hermione/Narcissa/Harry has died unexpectedly but peacefully in their sleep.

💀 Wolfstar 💀

Title: The banal evilRating: Explicit Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin, Fenrir Greyback, Sirius Black || Sirius Black/Fenrir Greyback, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Length: 5450 words Warnings: MCD, Non-con, Violence Summary:Remus comes to Azkaban expecting something unpleasant when he tries to speak to Greyback. He couldn’t even start to imagine this.

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Prompt: Self-prompt - In Azkaban Sirius finds an unlikely ally. He keeps him safe, at least until the Order of the Phoenix finds out about it.

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Title: dormivegliaRating: Mature Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter Length: 5,402 Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Torture Summary:Dormiveglia (n) The space that stretches between sleeping and waking. Like a record skipping round a turntable, memories skip and stutter, too.

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Prompt: #64 - They're in a secret relationship during the war even if they're on opposing sides, but now one has to kill the other in order to survive. There's no other way around it because they're being watched by spies from both sides.

💀 Sirius/James/Lily 💀

Title: flickering light in an endless night Rating: Mature Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/James Potter Length: ~4466 Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Child Death, Murder, Mention of Suicide Summary:Harry Potter is dead, taking Voldemort with him. While the rest of their world celebrates, Lily, James and Sirius struggle with their grief.

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Prompt: #50 - Harry dies in Voldemort's attack taking Voldemort with him, but Lily and James survive. With their house partially destroyed and full of bad memories they go to live with Sirius. How do the three of them deal with the grief and guilt of surviving while their 1yo son / godson is gone? How do they deal with their son/godson's death being celebrated by the wizarding community?

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Title: Please?Rating: M Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black/Lily Evans, Lily Evans/James Potter Length: 3.5k Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content Summary: Lily and Sirius decide to take Justice into their own hands after James’ death.

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Prompt: #89 - James dies to save Harry. Heartbroken and angry Lily and Sirius go on a tear to keep Harry safe and avenge James's death.

💀 Snily 💀

Title: Let Me GoRating: G Characters/Pairing: Severus Snape, Lily Evans Length: ART Warnings: Time Travel Summary: No matter what he tries. He fails. He’s meant to.

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Prompt: #2 - Severus is in a timeloop where Lily keeps dying and he tries to save her but it always resets after her death. There is no saving Lily. He has to let her go to end the timeloop.

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Title: The Sea LilyRating: M Characters/Pairing: Lily Evans/Severus Snape Length: 743 words, 10:35 min Warnings: MCD, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements (forced marriage) Summary:A tragic ballad of obsessive love based on traditional folklore of the selkies.

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Prompt: #18 - When character A traps a mermaid/merman and takes them from the sea, they expect they will fall in love. They do, but the merperson pines away for the sea. They can't live without it and eventually they die.

💀 Hestia/Emmeline 💀

Title: To Have Loved and LostRating: Teen & Up Characters/Pairing: Hestia Jones/Emmeline Vance Length: 3,527 words Warnings: Major Character Death Summary:From the unfinished book on the nightstand to the empty seat at the kitchen table, everything about their shared apartment reminds Hestia of Emmeline. But now, in the days that follow Emmeline’s death at the hands of the Death Eaters, Hestia knows she will never walk back through the door. How can she find a way to move forward after losing the woman she loved?

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Prompt: #53 - Emmeline is murdered and Hestia struggles after her death.

💀 Luna/Ginny 💀

Title: so let the stars fallRating: M Characters/Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley Word count: 1,012 words Warnings: Major character death, graphic depictions of violence Summary: She had known that getting involved with Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter’s known girlfriend, was a bad idea, but now that Luna knows that Ginny will die it’s that much worse.

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Prompt: #49 - Character A killing character B, accidentally or on purpose.

💀 Charity/Narcissa 💀

Title: her eyes.Rating: T Characters/Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy/ Charity Burbage Length: 1044 Warnings: MCD Summary: Her eyes are the worst part.

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Prompt: #77 - The Dark Lord murders Charity Burbage, and Narcissa is forced to watch.

💀 Narcissa/Lily 💀

Title: out with the lanterns, looking Rating: T Characters / Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy / Lily Evans Potter Length: 9,920 words Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, MCD Summary:Narcissa is a moth to Lily’s flame, forever at her mercy, ready to sacrifice the remaining shards of her sanity for a sliver of Lily’s love and the promise of Lily’s life. She’s so desperate in her attempts that she forgets one simple truth—all promises can be broken just as easily as they’re made. or, how the burden of knowing might change the outcome of war.

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Prompt: #28 - What if they found out about the Horcruxes during the first war with Voldemort?

💀 Draco/Ginny 💀

Title: Red, Gold and True Love’s Soul Rating: M Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Length: 2,333 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: Draco had thought there was hope once more in the form of Ginevra Weasley. A beautiful beacon that promised the world still existed in his heart. Until she takes on another form, and becomes embedded into his life forever in more ways than one. Forever like he wanted, but as a sadistic reminder brightness and golden souls can’t exist in his world.

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Prompt: #29 - Voldemort wins . . . and he's not known for mercy.

💀 Snamione 💀

Title: lead feet, dead belief Rating: M Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape Length: 6976 Warnings: Character Death, Torture, Crucio/Aftereffects, Mild Sexual Content Summary: They have no idea how many days it’s been since they were brought to the island. What they do know is that the creatures beneath the dark, shimmering surface of the water guard their escape. It’s all rather hopeless, really.

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Prompt: #16 - They are trapped, and will all die if they do nothing. They have even figured out a way to escape. Thing is: one has to stay back or it won't work.

💀 Tomarry 💀

Title: Love me, love me Rating: Mature Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Length: 2129 Warnings: Serial Killers, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Manipulation, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Death, Possessive Behavior Summary:“NO!” Tom ran up to him, laying his head on his legs, “Don’t leave me! You promised!”

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Prompt: #39 - Insane and obsessive love where Character A will do just absolutely everything wink wink to be with Character B. Can also be inspired by the song 'Lovefool' by The Cardigans.

💀 Viktor/George 💀

Title: Catch a Cold Out ThereRating: M Characters/Pairing: George Weasley/Viktor Krum Length: 3,187 Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: Having a life built around quidditch, George didn’t think anything could go wrong. Quidditch related injuries, let alone deaths, never entered his mind. Looking back, he supposed he should have been more concerned as they grew older. Beating back bludgers wasn’t exactly an old man’s sport. Reminiscing over the past though, very much was.

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Prompt: #1 - Main Character dies from a quidditch related sporting accident. Whether it is from an official game or just an at home game the only stipulation is that the character dies from the sport.

💀 Bellatrix/Rodolphus 💀

Title: Glory and Gore Go Hand in HandRating: M Characters/Pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange & Andromeda Tonks Length: 2807 Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, major character death Summary: Destruction and bloodshed have always come easy to Bellatrix Lestrange.

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Prompt: #42 - First kill vs last kill vs the character's own death.

💀 Romione 💀

Title: My Darling, Who Knew?Rating: Teen Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Length: 551 words Warnings: Character Death, Splinching, Heavy Angst Summary: Hermione and Harry struggle with losing Ron.

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Prompt: #24 - P!nk's song "Who Knew"

💀 Luna/Draco 💀

Title: dreamersRating: Teen and up Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood Length: 908 words Warnings: MCD Summary: In which Luna isn’t the only dreamer, and dreams are realized.

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Prompt: #26 - "A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight." Oscar Wilde

💀 Black Sisters/Voldemort 💀

Title: The Art of OcclusionRating: M Characters/Pairing: Voldemort/Andromeda Black; Voldemort/Narcissa Black; Voldemort/Bellatrix Black; Length: 5435 words Warnings: Main Character Death, Bigamy, Marital Rape, Forced Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Minor Violence, Torture, Murder Summary: When Voldemort decides to marry all three of the Black sisters, they quickly learn that only one can be his Queen.

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Prompt: #86 - Black sisters all married to Voldy, concubine witches competing to be queen. Some would kill for it.

💀 Gen Fics 💀

Title: The Fallen Fifty-OneRating: T Characters/Pairing: Pansy Parkinson Length: 2,720 Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: 5 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, witches and wizards flock to Hogwarts School to commemorate those Fallen Fifty who passed in the final battle of the Second Wizarding War. Pansy Parkinson is one of the only almuni from that year who chooses not to attend. Instead, she sits at her writing desk and pens a letter with no address.

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Prompt: Self-prompt - Pansy Parkinson's suicide note.

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Title: every city's got a graveyardRating: Mature Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Word count: 1,660 Warnings: Major character death, graphic depictions of violence Summary:After sacrificing everything for one measly victory, Harry is left to learn what that sacrifice means.

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Prompt: #55 - After taking the position of Master of Death, the most feared moment has come: The first time they have to take a/their loved one.

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Title: This is how it endsRating: Teen and Up Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy Length: 6234 Warnings: MCD Summary: The executioner leaves through the same door that he came, his face hidden behind a mask. It’s ironic, really. Draco’s father was sentenced to death because of the mask he had worn, and now his life has been taken by someone wearing a different one. A mask for a mask.

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Prompt: #83 - Draco's father is sentenced to death. A kindness compared to the Kiss and prolong stay in Azkaban. People are happy with the sentence and Draco has to deal with grief and complicated emotions.

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Title: hungerRating: T Characters/Pairings: Basilisk, Poppy Pomfrey Length: 140 words Warnings: MCD Summary:The basilisk is hungry and someone dies.

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Prompt: #30 - How did most of the professors survive considering how often they missed the signs of what was happening right under their noses in Hogwarts?

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Title: lifelineRating: T Characters/Pairing: Gen, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Gabrielle Delacour Length: 1115 words Warnings: MCD, drowning Summary: Rescuing two people instead of one shows moral fiber even if it doesn’t work.

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Prompt: #56 - Ron or all drown in the lake during the second task of the Triwizard Tournament.

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Title: I have never known a silence like the one fallen here(never watched my future darken in a single tear)Rating: Teen and Up Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy; Hermione Granger & Bellatrix Black Lestrange; Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Voldemort Length: 5k Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: Hermione has been kept prisoner at Malfoy Manor for longer than she cares to remember. Broken beyond the point of no return, she finds herself in the wolf’s den with nothing to lose. She is going to die, she knows that much, but she ill not go without a fight. And she certainly isn’t going alone.

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Prompt: #12 - Character A knows he is going to die soon, but he wants one last hurrah. Going out in style was always an option.

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Title: As the Death Wishes Rating: M (for the topic only) Characters/Pairing: Lily Evans, Severus Snape, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Mary McDonald, Albus Dumbledore Length: 8,623 words Warnings: major character death, discussions of suicide and homicide Summary:For Prompt #10. Severus Snape commits suicide, leaving only a letter for his former best friend - Lily Evans. A letter which changes her entire life.

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Prompt: #10 - Someone's dying wish is for revenge, but killing is not something easily done. How to attempt it? And can one go through?

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emeritusemeritus · 11 months

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Me, however. [Fred Weasley]

(Gif not mine)

Title: Me, However.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader, implied Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger.

Timeline: Non-specified.

Summary: Ginny doesn’t find ginger men attractive, the same can’t be said for her friends.

Warnings: Mentions of implied sex, mainly just fluff and humour. Some original background characters have been created just for purposes of the story.

"I'm just saying, ginger men are literally the worst looking, I'd never chose one," Ginny says harshly, raising her hands in defeat at she makes her point.

"Gee thanks sis," Fred says, leaning forward to tap her on the back of the head, not to hurt her but just enough to ruffle her hair and frustrate her.

"Yeah, way to make a guy feel pretty," George mutters with the same playful tone as his brother, flicking out his long hair as if to push it sassily over his shoulder. Ginny simply roles her eyes at their behaviour, turning to Parvati who tries to argue the point.

"Yeah but Septimus Goshawk, he's ginger and he's fit!" Parvati says arguing the point, met with an enthusiastic nod from her sister. Fred and George sat back with smug looks on their face at the new information, shooting a 'told you' look towards Ginny.

"Or Rigby Tennerfink!" Padma piped up, mentioning the wizard singer, one of the infamous heartthrobs.

"Gross!" Ginny scrunched her face up, picturing the red haired singer serenading a crowd of adoring women. "The only man for me is Aegus Troy," she adds, a smile passing her lips as she daydreams about the blonde Irish Chaser.

"Ginny, you used to fancy Gilderoy Lockhart, you're hardly one to talk," Hermione laughs, earning a chuckle from the group.

"And you fancy Ron so you're entirely biased!" Ginny replies, laughing at Hermione who tries to protest but it's a hopeless endeavour. "I need someone who is completely neutral here and doesn't fancy one of my brothers"

"Have you seen Bill? That'll be hard to find!" Parvati says, earning a giggle from the girls in the group. Fred and George groan simultaneously in defeat at hearing their oldest brother's name brought up, once again being the target of girls affections.

"Aha! Y/n!"

You walk down the stairs from your dorm, throwing a cardigan over your shoulders as you walked, only to be greeted by the group in the common room who all look up at you expectedly as Ginny calls you over.

"You're unbiased," she begins to say, pausing briefly as you move to be beside the couch where George and Fred sat, perching on the arm of the sofa next to Fred.

"I don't know, dark magic isn't really my thing," you say sarcastically, earning a chuckle from the brothers next to you.

"Not that! Are ginger men unattractive? I need someone unbiased, someone who hasn't shagged or wants to shag my brothers," she says, getting comically irate as she desperately tries to prove her point.

George suddenly snorts out a loud laugh that he desperately tries to cover with a fake cough, leading Ginny to shoot daggers at him and then you.

"You haven't!" She spits out, turning her head to shoot daggers at her brother. "George!"

"Course not!" He says trying to seem as honest as he can as he raises his hands in surrender.

"No way," you reply sincerely.

"I would never do that to you," George says in complete honesty, though his resolve is cracking quickly and you can hear a tone of humour in his voice, though it appears Ginny didn't pick up on it.

"Oh," Ginny says, realising her mistake and shooting an apologetic look at you and then George.

"Me however..." Fred says with a laugh, admitting everything, immediately making a blush form on your cheeks as you all laugh at Ginny's over the top gasp. She throws a cushion at Fred who laughs, grabbing it and throwing it onto his brother beside him. He then reaches up to grab you and slide you across into his lap as you squeal, feeling his cold hands wrapping around your waist as he holds you firmly on his lap, placing a kiss in your hair, finally able to in public now the secret was out.

"No way! Do I not have one friend that hasn't slept with my brothers?!"

"We haven't," Padma and Parvati say quickly and defensively in complete sync.

"Although if Bill offered..." Padma adds, causing another groan to fall from Fred and George. George dramatically groans and falls back to lean on you as Fred's head drops into your shoulder in disgust, causing you to laugh.

"Well at least I know who my true friends are," Ginny huffs, though her words hold no weight as she smiles sarcastically.

"Or future sister in laws," George quips, only to be smacked by another cushion, this time launched by Hermione.

When no laugh comes from Fred as expected, you turn to look at him questioningly only to be met with a small smile tugging at his lips. When he catches you looking, he offers a sort of one sided shrug, eyebrows raising with a wide smile, as if he completely agreed with George.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #harry potter #emeritusemerituswrites #emeritusemeritus

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suugarbabe · 11 months

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Saint-Like

Here we are my darlings, the long awaited George one shot based off of this ask.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word Count: 3k (told ya it'd be a bit long)

Warning: mention of blood, angst, kissing

Professor Moody stalked about the living room giving a speech that did not make anyone feel any less uneasy about what was about to transpire. “Potter, you’re underage, which means you still have the trace on you.” Harry looked up confused, “What’s the trace?” Moody placed both hands on his walking stick for support, “It means that if ya sneeze the ministry is goin’ to know who wiped yer nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport that the trace can’t detect, brooms, thestrals, the like. We go in pairs. That way if there’s anyone out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.”

Harry looked confused, “The real one?” Moody’s face turned up slightly, a grin forming as he grabbed his infamous flask from his jacket pocket. He stirred the flask with a swirl of his wrist, “I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.” Harry immediately shook his head, “No, absolutely not.” Hermione rolled her eyes behind him, “Told you he’d take it well.” Harry continued, voice strained, “No, if you think I’m gonna let everyone risk their lives for me-” Ron cut him off abruptly with a sarcastic tone, “Never done that ‘ave we?” Harry turned to face his friend, “No! No, this is different! Taking that, becoming me? No.”

“Well none of us really fancy it, mate,” Fred piped up, smug grin across his face. “Yeah imagine something went wrong and we end up a screwy, specky git forever,” George teased, smiling alongside his twin. “Everyone is of age here, Potter,” Moody spoke up again, “They’ve all agreed to take the risk.” A short man in the back spoke up just then, “Technically, I’ve been coerced.” He turned to Harry, “Mundungus Fletcher, Mista Potta, always been a ‘uge admirer.”

“Nip it, Mundungus!” Moody scolded. The small man’s head went down, turning back to his spot in the back of the room and staying quiet. “Alright, Granger, as discussed,” Moody nodded toward the witch. Hermione walked past Harry, gripping a patch of hair at the back of his head and pulling harshly, pulling out several hairs. “Blimey, Hermione,” Harry rubbed the back of his head. Moody instructed Hermione to drop the hairs in the polyjuice potion in his flask. The potion began to bubble as Moody stirred it around with another twirl of his wrist.

“For those of you who are not familiar with the polyjuice potion, fair warning, taste like goblin piss,” Moody stated comfortingly as he handed the flask to Fred. Fred took the flask from him, “Have lots of experiences with that, do ya Mad-Eye?” Moody continued to stare at Fred, face blank and unchanging. Fred let out a sigh, “Just trying to diffuse the tension…” Those in the line all took a large swig, first Fred, then George, followed by Mundungus, Fluer, Ron and lastly Hermione. You stood next to Hermione and watched in amazement as the row of people all slowly started changing, skin bubbling to transform into Harry.

You watched your George shrink several inches and he transformed. His clothes became far too large for his frame. “Is this how you feel when you borrow a shirt from me, love?” he looked over at you, a smile on his - well Harry’s - face. You shook your head, cheeks becoming a shade darker than before, “You know it’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that.” He shrugged as he started to get dressed in the same exact attire as Harry. The goal was simple, pairs would travel with a Harry look-a-like towards the Burrow. Mad-Eye said he anticipated an attack by death eaters and that the risk was high. You and George agreed to be involved immediately, no questions asked.

Once everyone was changed you all filed outside, you grabbed your broom. You hopped on, George floating next to you on a copy of Harry’s broom. Moody stood at the end of the drive, announcing it was time to leave. You both took off together, staying close by one another. As you got deeper into the clouds, it looked like a lightning storm. Moody went further ahead of the others. In an instant you were seemingly surrounded by black cloaks swishing by spells being thrown on either side of you. You turned to find George, you had to assume he was still the Harry closest to you.

You knew you were close to the Burrow. You looked over to check on George once more just in time to see a death eater point their want towards him. You panicked, not knowing the spell they would speak and instantly flicked your wand toward George, “Depulso!” George’s body slid farther away from you, narrowly missing the spell, or at least almost. You noticed his body go slightly limp, his broom altitude dropping quickly. You dove after him, grabbing him in your arms and speeding toward the barrier around the burrow.

As soon as you were through the barrier you headed to land, nearly crashing into the cornfields. He still looked like Harry as you fervently started checking his body for damage, “C’mon Georgie, wake up. You’re okay, right? You’re okay.” His head was bleeding, you turned it to the side, noticing his left ear nearly missing, “Oh, Georgie.” He turned his head back and forth, mumbling something. You put your ear next to his mouth and he mumbled again, “Y/n/n, yer…kneeling on my hand.” You jumped up, and he attempted to roll over to his side. Thankfully he was still mostly Harry, you threw one of his arms over your shoulder, your arm around his waist, doing your best to take hold of most of the weight.

You stumbled out of the cornfields, seeing a few of the others that made it before you two. Harry, the real Harry, was quick to come to the other side of George, helping you take him inside the Burrow. Molly turned from the sink as soon as she heard commotion, eyes glued on the now changing boy back into George. “Oh my boy,” Molly rushed over as you and Harry laid George on the family sofa. Remus walked in with another Harry that slowly turned into their normal self, challenging each one making sure they weren’t an imposter.

You ignored the background noise, focusing solely on the red head in front of you. You got a washing cloth from the kitchen, dowsing it in cool water to begin to clean his wound. As you approached the sofa again Molly snatched the rag from your hands, a glare upon her face as she pushed in front of you to tend to her son. Fred entered the Burrow, rushing to his twin’s side. It was silent for a long moment before Fred spoke, “How’re you feelin’ Georgie?” George’s eyes were still closed, taking slow deep breaths as he responded, “Saint-like.”

Fred shook his head, “Come again?” George smiled softly, “Saint-like. I’m holy. I’m holy, Fred. Ya get it?” He then pointed to his ear. Fred just shook his head again, smiling, “The whole wide world of ear related humor, and you go for ‘I’m holy’. It’s pathetic.” George winked at you before responding to his twin once more, “Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” You laughed softly at his ability to ease a room in even the most stressful of times. Molly turned at the sound of your laughter, glaring at you once more. You could understand her feeling protective, but you were unsure why she was taking her anger out at you.

You attempted once more to get closer to George now that he was talking to others more, but Molly was quick to step in front of you. “I think you’ve done enough for tonight dear,” Her voice was low but stern. You were sure confusion was written across your features, “What do you mean, Molly?” She gestured toward the other room, “Maybe it would be best if you kept your distance for the night.” Her face told you not to argue with her. While she was usually the soft and comforting one, she could instill fear when needed.

You took the hint and went into the other room, pacing back and forth. You kept playing with the rings on your fingers, one in particular George had gifted you last Christmas. You wished you could talk to him, it pained you being pushed away like this. Pained you so deeply you swear you could feel it on your side. Your right side. You placed your hand onto your torso, wincing as you touched just below your rib cage. You lifted your shirt slowly, peering down to see a deep gash. “Bloody hell, that’s not good,” with the realization of your wound you felt more light headed. You assumed the lack of adrenaline also played a part in this. You turned back towards the main living area, intentions of calling out for someone when everything started to fade around you.

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George moved to sit up, laughing slightly at the several members of his family fawning over him. He looked around searching for the face of the one person who’s voice he hadn’t heard since he landed at the burrow. “Where’s Y/n?” George went to stand up, albeit a little shaky. “She’s just in the other room, I asked her to give you some space,” Molly rubbed his arm in comfort. He started walking towards the room, “Why would you do that mum?” He walked a little quicker towards the next room. He turned the corner to see you laying facedown on the floor.

George rushed over, shouting for someone, anyone to come and help him. He turned you over, noticing how slow and shallow your breathing had become. He did the same inspection you had done just an hour prior, checking your face, your neck, down your arms. He ran his hands down your sides, your body involuntarily twitching as he reached your wound. He lifted your shirt as Remus and his father came to kneel next to him. George gasped as he saw the deep gash on your side, the edges burned black clearly from a dark spell. “What do I- how do we fix her dad, you have to fix her…” George’s eyes brimmed with tears, pleading to his father. Kingsley came to join the older two men, encouraging George to stand back.

George stood there, tears streaming down his face as Remus, Arthur and Kingsly worked over your body. George was still recovering himself, swaying back and forth as his anxiety and blood pressure got higher. “C’mon, Georgie, let’s go sit you back down before you’re the next to pass out.” George reluctantly followed his twin. As soon as he was sat on the couch, Molly came rushing to his side again. George’s face was in his hands, making his words come out muffled, “Mum, please, I love you, but please give me some space right now.”

“Oh, darling, wha-why?” Molly stood up confused. George shook his head, “Mum you told her to go over there, to leave everyone else, to leave me. Why? Why did you do that? She was in there alone! Who knows how long she was passed out for!” George’s voice got higher and higher with each word. Molly took a step back in shock. “George, she- she was supposed to protect you. She was paired with you to keep you safe and look how you turned out, you could have died George!” He stood up instantly, face screwed in anger, “Well now she might die, mum.” And with that, he stomped up the stairs, two at a time until he reached his room.

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What felt like hours later there was a knock on George’s door. He kept his face in his pillow, shouting back, “Go away.” He heard the door open regardless of his wishes. He remaining in his position even though he heard footsteps approaching him. He felt a dip in his bed before he heard your voice teasing him, “Don’t want to see me, is that it George? I heard I was all you could talk about.”

He turned over so quickly he nearly knocked you off the bed. He grabbed you onto his lap and embracing you tightly. You hissed slightly, causing him to pull your body away from his and he glanced down at your side, “Oh, y/n/n, I’m sorry, how’re you-how does it look?” You leaned back slightly, lifting your shirt to show him your waist wrapped in bandages, “Looks about as good as your head.” You touched the side of his face gently, fingers dancing over his damaged ear. His eyes closed at your touch. He relished in your presence, brain mulling over him almost losing you just hours earlier.

He hadn’t noticed himself become emotional until he felt your thumb wipe a tear off his cheek. “Why are you crying, Georgie?” Your voice was so soft, always a comfort to him. He shook his head, realizing how daft he’s been, “I’m just so stupid.” You laughed lightly, another mesmerizing sound to him, “What are you talking about?” He opened his eyes, though they were still downcast, “Y/n, I haven't been honest with you. Erm, honest with myself either, really.” He felt your fingers lift his chin, making him look into your eyes.

“You know you can tell me anything, no matter what you can tell me,” you wore a soft smile on your lips, doing your best to encourage him to continue. He just stared at you for a moment, taking in how gentle your eyes looked at him, the bit of dirt still on your cheek from earlier in the night, how soft your lips looked right now. George was so lost in thought he almost didn’t notice you getting closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck now, still waiting for him to respond to you.

“It’s just…I…,” he trailed off, eyes shooting to your lips, back to your eyes and down again. You just nodded, closing the gap further, “I know, Georgie, me too.” And then it happened, your lips were on his and he was in heaven. One of his hands cupped your face as his other steadied on your hip, your lips slotting against one another fervently and with purpose. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and granted him entrance without hesitation, allowing him to explore your mouth and deepen the kiss.

He attempted to pull you even closer, hands grabbing at your waist. You pulled back with a hiss, both forgetting about your injury. “Oh Merlin, I’m-” You shook your head, smiling, “It’s okay Georgie, I’m okay.” You cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb across his skin, “You scared me tonight. You can’t scare me like that, I thought I was gonna lose you.” He chuckled at this, “Yeah well I could say the same to you.” You shook your head, smiling at the red head, “You know I realized something tonight.” He looked at you curiously, “Oh? And what’s that.”

“I love you Georgie,” you bit your lip, waiting on how he would respond. He reached up, his thumb lightly pulling your lip from your teeth, “I love you too, Y/n, so much.” He leaned in to kiss you once more, your lips just barely grazing each other when you heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. You both turned to see Fred, leaning against the door frame with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“As adorable as that was to witness, there’s someone downstairs wanting to talk to you both,” Fred pushed himself off the frame, turning to leave. He grabbed ahold of the frame quickly, popping his head back into the room, “If I wasn’t clear, I was talking about mum.” You climbed off of George’s lap, allowing him to also stand up from the bed, “Thanks genius, didn’t quite get that one.”

You walked with George down the stairs, fingers intertwined while doing so. Molly’s eyes clocked the connection immediately, her face becoming more apologetic than before, if that were even possible. She met you both at the bottom of the steps, wrapping you in her embrace immediately, “Darling, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for how I acted, what I said to you, it was rubbish, truly.” She pulled back, tears brimming her eyes. You shook your head, “Molly, no. He’s your son. You just love him so much, I understand the feeling.”

You looked up at George who gave you a small smile and a wink in return. Molly, missing nothing, quickly wrapped her arms around both your necks, planting kisses on each of your cheeks, whispering in your ears, “We’ve been waiting for this, your father and I. Probably another reason I was so emotional earlier.” George leaned back, “What dya mean you’ve been waiting?” Molly simply smiled, “I know the look dear, you’ve had it with her for, gosh, how long now Arthur?”

“Since year 5 for them both, Moll.” Arthur yelled from the other side of the room. You felt your cheeks burn, surely visibly red for everyone to see. George was also blushing, not realizing how blatantly obvious he had been over the years. Fred came up behind you both, slinging an arm over each of your shoulders, “Thank Merlin for that though, yeah? He wouldn’t nearly have been as passionate about where you were if he wasn’t always looking for you in a room. Probably would’ve been longer before we realized you were passed out.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, he really was a Saint for me tonight, wasn’t he?” Fred looked at you puzzled, “Come again?” You pointed at George’s bandaged ear, “He’s holy Fred, Saint-like.” Fred just groaned, rolling his eyes as he pushed through the both of you. George however smiled, grabbing your chin and planting another kiss on your lips with a smile.

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the-sinking-ship · 6 months

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Never Mind the Bollocks by The_Sinking_Ship

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: 118K

Collection: H/D Erised 2023, @hd-erised

Tags: found family, friends with benefits, slow burn, they were roommates, reluctant celebrity Harry Potter, not-so-reluctant celebrity Draco Malfoy, clubbing, drinking, smoking, drugs, parties, running from the cops, Harry rides a skateboard, jealousy, action, banter

Characters: Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Viktor Krum, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Astoria Greengrass, Dean Thomas, OCs (seriously, the gang's all here)

Summary:

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.

And yet, here he was.

Notes: This fic was written for @shiftylinguini as a part of the Erised 2023 gift exchange! Big thanks to my betas @mintawasalreadytaken and @drarrymyheart for corralling this monster and the Erised mods for their patience and hard work.

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#I'm baaaaaack mfers!!#erised 2023 #storiesfromthesinkingship #never mind the bollocks fic #drarry fic #drarry fanfiction #harry potter #draco malfoy

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lovebotmo · 6 months

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like the movies

chapter one - falling behind

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1199

author’s note: i am so excited for this first chapter. im forcing myself to pace these so i don't get burned out LMAO. i hope you enjoy this first installment!!! also not beta read so fight me.

song inspiration: "like the movies" by laufey

“Why haven’t you ever dated, Y/n?”

While the question had been relatively simple, its forwardness sent you into a coughing fit while sipping your coffee at breakfast. Sitting across from the inquirer, Luna Lovegood, you quickly mopped up your spill while throwing her a dirty look. The conversation at your table that morning in the Great Hall had consisted of relationships, past, present, and mind-numbing, wobbly-kneed crushes, but you hadn’t expected the focus of the chat to turn towards you.

To your right, your dearest friend, Hermione Granger, quickly jumped to your defense. “It’s not that simple, Luna. There are a number of perfectly good reasons why someone does or does not, in Y/n’s case, date!”

Hermione seemed absolutely content with her answer, patting you gently on the back with a kind smile. Her sympathy made you groan before you dropped your head into your hands. “For the love of Merlin, can we please discuss something—”

Ginny Weasley plopped down on your right, eager to give her two cents on the matter of your abysmal dating record. “I mean, you’ve had people interested in you, right? None of them have piqued your fancy? What’s his face—um…Lee Jordan! He asked you out a few months ago, right? What about him?”

“What about Cormac?” asked Hannah Bones. “I know he’s a bit of a tosser, but he’s not bad to look at. I sit next to him in Transfiguration, I could introduce you!”

Increasingly irritated with the course of the conversation, you piped up. “Thank you, Hannah, but I’ve got no interest in—”

Ginny interrupted, “What about one of my brothers? They’re bloody idiots, no doubt, but I’m sure I could put in a good word. What’s your type? Hmm—you into the whole cheeky thing Fred and George have going on—”

“Enough!” The four girls stared at you and your face that could easily rival a tomato with its present scarlet hue. A silence washed over the nearby tables in the Great Hall. A few odd looks were thrown at you from the surrounding students before their conversations recommenced. “As much as I appreciate your intense interest in my lack of relationships, I don’t feel like fleshing it out over cinnamon rolls and sausage links at 8:00 a.m. in the morning, if you lot don’t mind.”

The girls quickly began to apologize before you hushed them. “It’s totally fine, seriously, I just don’t want to get into it. We’re all good. Promise.”

As if sensing that you weren’t entirely ‘good,’ Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Hermione beat her to it. “Y/n and I have got to get going if we’re going to make it to Potions. We’ll see you guys later, alright?” You could have snogged the life out of Hermione for the offered escape route. You and Hermione both knew you had another thirty minutes before your first class, but what the three girls didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. After swiftly packing up her things, Hermione linked her arm with yours, whisking you away from the other three.

Even though your next class was in the dungeons, Hermione steered you towards an unfamiliar corridor, one she had likely found on the vast number of adventures she, Harry, and Ron had found themselves in over the years. Arms still intertwined; she sat you both on a bench. After sitting in a few moments of silence, you squeezed her arm and spoke, “Thanks, ‘Mione.”

Returning your squeeze, she smiled. “I figured you could use a break from that inquisitive lot. They can be a bit much, altogether at once. Merlin knows how they’ll react when I tell them about Ron and me.” The two of you looked at each other in stunned silence before bursting into laughter. Hermione laughed at the imaginary image of shock and disbelief she imagined would appear on Ginny’s face. You laughed, however, at the thought that anyone could be unaware to the obvious affection shared between the couple. You doubted that Filch, perhaps the most oblivious man to ever inhabit Hogwarts, couldn’t see the feelings that had steadily been growing between Hermione and Ron since their first year. Feelings you had yet to experience at Hogwarts, despite your desperate desire to.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hermione peered into your face before softly speaking, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I won’t push you or anything, but I just want you to know you have an ear if you want one.”

Considering her words, you peered at the ceiling that seemed miles away. Of all the people you knew at Hogwarts, Hermione might have been the best to unburden yourself to.

You turned to look at her before speaking. “Well, it’s like this. Take Lee Jordan for example—when he asked me out, he found me after Defense Against the Dark Arts and just said, ‘Want to go out sometime, L/N?’ And that’s it! I mean, it took him all of four seconds to ask—and I don’t know…I asked him why he wanted to go out with me—which let me tell you he gave me quite a funny look because of my question—before he said, ‘Well, you’re fit and nice.’

Hermione laughed at Lee’s simplistic answer before you continued. “Don’t get me wrong, it was a fine answer, and I appreciated the ‘fit’ part especially,” you said, winking at Hermione, “But that was the whole exchange. No real effort, no deep interest in me. It was simple.”

Hermione smiled at you, “But you don’t want simple, do you?”

You shrugged. “I guess not? Believe me, I don’t want a live performance where the man of my dreams serenades me with a homemade song listing my manifold of attractions.” This time you joined Hermione in her laughter. “I’d rather die on the spot, honestly, than endure that, but the point is I don’t want to be asked out just to be asked out. I want someone who’s thought about it, someone who’s noticed the little things about me, and lets me know that he has noticed them. I want to be wooed, goddammit!”

Hermione pealed in laughter for a solid minute before she managed to catch her breath. Smiling, she replied, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be ‘wooed’, Y/n. Godric knows Ron could stand to do a bit more ‘wooing’ when it comes to us.”

Turning your body fully to Hermione, you took her hands into yours, earnestly. “You don’t think I’m asking for too much? Being too high maintenance? I mean, I suppose we are young and still learning after all and—”

“Y/n, no. There is nothing wrong with wanting to know if someone truly likes you and wanting them to show it.” She squeezed your hands in assurance.

“Are you positively sure, because honestly—”

“I am absolutely sure, Y/n.”

“One hundred percent sure?”

“What do you think absolute means, Y/n?”

“…Point taken, ‘Mione.”

“Now then,” she said, standing and dragging you along with her, “we really must head off to Potions if we don’t want to be late.”

Trotting behind her, you smiled at your ever-punctual friend, “Yes ma’am.”

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year

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so, i was listening to lover by taylor swift and that made me create a fictional scenario in my head (again) well the part where taylor says "And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me" reminds me of george weasley 😭 😭😭 (I'm still in love with him 🤧)

I would be very excited if you wrote a one shot where the reader is a friend of hermaione and they spend all their time together with harry and ron. At one point fred notices this and befriends the reader (let's assume george was not there when fred approached the reader)

In short, the reader is someone quite funny and has a really charming laugh. At a time before one of snape's classes begins. Harry Ron and Mione next to the reader burst out laughing and as almost everyone was silent some turned to the group responsible for such a "rumble" the twins looked attentive and one of them (cofcofgeorgecofcof) was perplexed to see someone as cute and adorable as the reader will laugh like this, ""the most beautiful laugh you've ever heard""

As the days go by, George gets Fred to include him in a conversation with the reader to get to know each other more.

George and the reader become good friends and whenever George has the chance to be around the reader he doesn't miss it.

The reader is the type of person who also listens to everything the other says (and since the reader had a secret crush on georgie he was comfortable hearing him tell any bad joke or funny anecdote.)

Once in the great hall at howarts george and the reader were talking animatedly. Fred noticed how the reader smiled more and more every time George spoke to him and he also saw how her brother looked at her as if she were seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

Anyway, at the Christmas ball, George stumbles over her words when he wants to invite the reader, which she ends up accepting.

They dance together, have fun and have their romantic moment when at that moment Fred enters throwing hints at her brother and her friend to confess her feelings.

When the party ends. On the way to the rooms. The reader and geoge end up confessing in a somewhat embarrassing way stumbling over their own words as well. (I love these cheesy 😭💗💗)

And the reader steals a kiss on the lips from George before going to sleep. Leaving georgie with a face the color of a tomato.

I would like the reader to be female if it is not so much to ask hehe.

I'm sorry if he is too dense to read, I hope you can understand what I wrote, my native language is not English and I'm literally translating this, I'm so sorry 😭😭

At first I was embarrassed to request this because of how corny it is but OH GOD HOW I LOVE THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

P.S. I love how you write, it's very beautiful 💓

s m i l e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: tysm for requesting this with so much detail, im gonna attempt it to do it justice and thank you for taking the trouble to write this all out for me

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Fred Weasley was a trouble maker. He was a see it and do it kind of learner. His sense of eyesight has never failed him and it never will. So what he saw infront of his eyes must be true, dear Georgie was falling in love.

You were maybe two years younger than the Weasley twins when Fred came running behind you to return your quill you forgot in the great hall. This caused a freindship to blossom and set the path of when the both of you would be in laws.

Hermione Granger had spent all day teasing about the wrong twin who's going to fall head over heels for you.

the five times Fred Weasley took notice of Georgie falling in love:

(1) shared portion class-

There were many things you couldnt do that would get you in trouble in potions with snape. But the one that lost you 10 points from your house was your laugh.

Last period on a hot friday evening was potions, but not just any class but the infamous joined classes with your senior year used to finish shared portions much quicker and that was the time where snape was most insuferable.

Sitting next to the trio was trouble in all kind of ways. When you couldnt contain a smile and laughed at everything indiscriminatley. Ron had retorted to one of snape's remarks had you giggling.

And that was when a certain weasley came into view or you to his. Georgie's head turned to the adorable laugh that filled his ears to face the most adorable girl he'd ever seen. Her nose was scrunched and shoulders lightly shaking and the prettiest smile stretching her lips.

And for once in his life he was speachless at the prettiest thing he's seen for all he could think was how he'd get drunk on that laugh everyday if he could have poured it all into a bottle and kept for himself.

As slick as georgie tried to be, fred noticed hid brother asking around for you, creating very difficult methods to get your attention and making the dumbest possible excuses to talk to you. That was the day freddie decides to play match maker.

(2) corny jokes-

"What did the fish say when he swam into the wall?" asked georgie looking very proud of himself. Fred did not know if it was because he managed to convince harry to let him beside her or of his new horrible joke he thought of all night.

"What?" you replied, looking as curious to hear. You took your concentration off your notes and paid attention.

"Dam, get it?"

You had tour head tilted back laughing that same damn way you did the first time and holy god.

(3) the look-

It was a saturday evening and almost no one was in the great hall. most on their way back from hogsmedge while a few stayed back. George and you had found your place is the corner of the grand table with the most exiting extanges. Freddie was maybe a few feet far, they 2 could never stay apart too long was having a great laugh with his batchmates. Turning around to share the joke with George he noticed the two extanging smiles and laughs and the twinkle they had in their eyes.

her smile could'nt get any bigger

and he couldnt look at anything with so much love

(4) dates-

You were a woman of many admirers, so why were you turning everyone down? Fred was hurting his head wondering if this would increase Georgie's confidence or inflate it.

To speak for you, you had made up your mind. if it wasnt Georgie then why bother?As much as you tried not to lead yourself on like this, how could you imagine anyone but him beside you. he'd be the only one you'd want to talk to when you're sad, the first to tell when you were happy over something, the someone who'd you'd hug and dance and twirl with. how could any other man compare when he was infront of you.

But when it comes to him it leaves you to be the confident one while he's a stumbling mess

"so uh..like i know..ball-"

"you asking me to the ball weasley?"

"uhr, not like that-"

"then like what love?"

"i mean like as- just us-"

"yes darlin"

(5) dancing

Swaying and stepping on eachother's feet kept both of you to keep bursting up with fits of laughter, but the star of the night? Fred.

He was always looming around dropping his comments to both of you playing the double agent.

"she looks so pretty in that dress, makes u wanna oohlala"

"georgie's eyes are so gliterry, you could get lost in them"

"her lips are pretty nice eh, you keep wandering around there"

"georgie is more than a nice arse, he could be your nice arse"

His words of aproval kept looming over eachother's conciousness. was it time, would i regret it? one thing leading to another, both of you found yourselves at the end of the night and the both of you were ready to take a leap of faith in the all might merlin who watches over you

"so-uh you know that you were- i mean are-"

"before you say anything, i uh-"

"m trying really hard here woman, you're- I like-"

"me- you like me georgie"

and with that he was utterly confused. how did she know? who told her? and then hit his realization. you liked him back too.

"you like me back"

"no shit sherlock"

you were trying very hard to keep your cool but georgie looked so kissable didnt he? and why not take a chance, might as well

you pressed him to a wall with your palm flattened next to him, caging him even if he was towering over you. with the other, you pulled his tie, pulling him in to a kiss to last a few mere seconds and walked away, leaving georgie looking as similar to a tomato

holy shit she kissed me

she kissed me

i have just been kissed-

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Tis the Season... Mistletoe Season

Pairing: George Weasley x Best Friend!reader

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Best Friend!reader, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Arthur Weasley (briefly mentioned), Bill Weasley (briefly mentioned), Harry Potter (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Shenanigans, this is crack I swear, use of mistletoe, Reader is late to the crushing on a Weasley twin game, fluff, slight angst (at the end), reader has the best friendships with the twins, mentions of the war, mentions of... Fred (I somehow can’t not mention him when I write for George)

Word Count: 2,256

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“I know someone who has a crush on you,” Fred whispers in a sing song tune.

You don’t look up from your essay, adding a coma where you see it needs to be. “Are you sure that it isn’t you, Fredbear?”

“I still prefer Fred the one with Fabulous,” he lifts his hand, swishing his hair all about. “Hair but whatever.” Fred yanks the nearest chair and sits on it with his arms crossed.

“No, no, no,” you repeat. “No sitting.”

“And, why not? You saving it for someone? The real someone who has taken a liking to you for some reason.” You scoff, shoving his shoulder. “I’ll have you know, Fred that I’m a delight.”

He nods, pretending to listen as he stares off into the space in front of you. “You still coming over?”

“And break Molly and Arthur’s hearts? No thanks mate. I’m not that crazy.”

“Same time?”

You think about it for a minute. “You mean when you drag me home with you?”

“Yes.”

“Same time.”

“You better be ready or else I’m leaving without you.”

“You’re the one that’s late. Last time, I went out and you weren’t there so then I figured you’d forgotten because you had other plans involving your pranks and I went to Diagon Alley.”

“I was on time,” he scoffs.

“You showed up three days late.”

“Whatever. You better have everything you need before you come over.”

“I will because I’m leaving Hogwarts with the Weasley clan.”

“You are?”

You nod, returning your attention to your homework. “I am, I’ve already written to your mum about it, and she can’t wait.”

“I don’t know if I should be concerned or not that you’ve talked to her.”

You turn towards him, head resting in your palm, fingers curled settling on your cheek.

The sarcastic and dark smile sends a shiver down his spine. “And you wonder why I don’t invite you to help George and I with pranks.”

“Oh, shut it!” You shove his shoulder. “You lie.”

“I would never,” he says with his right hand over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“You have no idea who or what the scouts.”

“Harry said it.”

“Ah.”

You barely walk through the hallway to your usual meeting spot with Fred when you hear his voice.

“Finally. Let’s go.”

You scoff, “can’t even be a charming mate and help me with my bag. You can clearly see I’m struggling here.”

Before he could respond, someone took your bag from you. “Thank you, George. I’ll buy you a chocolate frog as repayment for your kindness.”

His brothers jaw drops open.

“Don’t you start with me, Fred. Your brother has been more helpful than you, therefore he deserves a nice treat before we go home to the chaos.” You start walking ahead of the two, not wanting to hear Fred being a little shit.

“Told you.”

“Told me what,” George grumbles, hoping that the cold air will take away some of the warmth from his cheeks before you could see.

“She fancys you. Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“Her offering to get me something on the train doesn’t mean she likes me.”

“The only other time she got someone a chocolate frog was our second year and she bought it for that idiot Bobby.”

George pauses, taking in this new information he’s just learned. “Wasn’t he the bloke who stood her up?” He continues to walk towards the train.

“Exactly,” Fred nods. “She liked him, so she bought him a chocolate frog. Now she likes you and wants to buy you a chocolate frog.”

“Maybe- Maybe she’s just being nice.”

“I’m nice but I don’t buy people chocolate.”

“That’s because you eat it all before anyone can get to it like the toad you are.”

“That was uncalled for!” Fred shouts, chasing after his brother.

You turn around, realizing neither of them are behind you only to run into something.

“Sorry,” his voice comes out quiet.

You lift your head from his chest and realize it’s George. You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s alright, better you than the other one.”

He chuckles.

“Are you alright though?” You step back, placing your hands on his forearms as you check him out, making sure he’s not injured. “Oh, you’re looking a little red. Are you sick?”

He shakes his head, lowering it to hide his embarrassment. “I’m fine.” A piece of paper slides by his foot. “Look up. Tis’ the season.”

He can hear Fred snickering off to the side, his nerves are teetering closer to the edge of full-fledged embarrassment. He slowly lifts his head to find a bundle of Mistletoe beside you. He walks away from you, rushing over to Fred so he can bear him or spell him, whichever comes first.

You notice the note and bundle, covering your mouth to hide your nervous and excited smile.

George comes back, his hand on your back as he guides you onto the train. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay?”

“Would be better if my brother would stop being such a prat.”

“Good to know we agree on something. Oh.”

“What is it?”

“Sit with me and you’ll find out.”

“Prank Fred?”

You nod, a wide smile dancing across your lips.

“Good.”

“I have a notebook full of ideas.”

“Perfect.”

He finds an empty seat for three even though you’ll both try to kick his brother out. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Hey, can I-”

“No.”

“I’m your brother, Georgie. Let me sit with you.”

“No.”

“That’s rude to say to your best friend.”

“I have George, that seems like plenty of company to me.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Should we let him in before he causes a scene?” You ask him.

“If we do, we won’t be able to plan anything.”

“I know what to do. Don’t you worry about that.”

He stops when he notices you two have stopped whispering.

“Come in and shut it.”

“Good. I was worried I’d have to do something Ronnykins in order to have a seat.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Gladly... but-” Fred raises his hands when he sees your glare. “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now.”

“Oh, look at you, dear.” Molly greets you with a smile, arms wide open for a hug. “Have they been feeding you?”

“Fred stresses me.”

“Oh, that won’t do. Fred!”

You snicker into her embrace.

The boy hops down from the last few steps, wondering why he’s being called down like he’s in trouble until he sees you.

Now it all makes sense.

“Why have you been putting stress on your friend?”

“What? Stress? I haven’t-”

“Don’t try and deny it. Look at her.”

“She looks fine.”

“Fred Weasley! You little-”

You sneak away while your friend whines. You stare up, knowing that he’s around here somewhere.

His head pops over the railing, his arms crossed as he leans over slightly.

You give him an okay hand signal with a nod.

He smiles, waving you up.

You look back, making sure no one is watching so you can escape.

He backs away from the railing, leaning against the wall as he waits for you.

You snicker as your foot touches the last step, “Oh that was too funny.”

“It was. It’ll be funnier later.”

“I hope so. Do you think he'll know it was us?”

He shrugs, “maybe. Maybe not. He’s gonna try and blame us but we won’t break, right?”

You shake your head and hold your hand out for him, “I’ve got your back as long as you have mine.”

He shakes your hand, holding onto it longer than a normal person would.

Ginny’s voice travels up as she runs up the stairs bringing you two out of your mini staring contest.

‘He has really pretty eyes- oh no.’ “Uh- I gotta- bye.” You pass the youngest Weasley and run down the stairs.

You stop in the kitchen, resting your back against the wall. ‘I fancy my best mate’s brother, who’s also my best mate.’ “Oh Merlin,” you head falls back, resting against the wall.

“What’s got you all flustered?” a mumbled voice comes from beside you.

Your head snaps over at his. “Noth-nothing Ron. All good here,” you give him a nervous smile.

He narrows his eyes at you, taking another bite out of his snack.

“Ignore him,” Fred shoves the boy away from you. “Good plan you two created back there. You should be proud.”

You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring him as you search for your bag.

“What’s got you all red? You’re face practically matches my hair.”

You march in front of him, index finger a mere few centimeters away from his chin. “Shut up.”

“Calm down,” he pushes your hand away from him.

All of a sudden, he’s on the ground and you’re being pulled away.

“Wha- George?!”

He sheepishly smiles. “I’m back.”

Neither of you say anything.

“Would you two look at that? Why is that- Hermione, is that what I think it is?”

The girl stares at him with furrowed brows, unsure of why she’s been brought over and then she sees it.

A quiet, “oh,” escapes her. “If you’re talking about mistletoe, then I do believe your right, Fred.”

“And what is that?” You ask, jaw clenched.

A mischievous smirk takes over, “if I remember correctly when I asked Harry, which I do. You and whoever stands under the mistletoe must share a kiss and not- not on the cheek or the forehead or anywhere else. I know you and loopholes.”

“That,” you point up to the bundle, “that is- is holly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“No, it’s not,” you whine.

“Fred,” George starts.

“No, Georgie boy. You’re not getting out of it today.”

“Out of what?” You ask him.

“Oh, look at that. Ron’s choking- we’re coming to save you brother of mine. Have fun, you two.”

“What did he mean by that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” he rocks on the balls of his heels.

“Liar.”

“Well, now that’s just rude-”

You take a step closer to him. “How is it rude?”

“You called me a liar with no proof,” he tells you, also taking a step forward.

“Well, maybe it’s because I know you and I know when you’re lying.”

“Only Fred can do that.”

“You forget, I can tell the two of you apart.”

He nods, eyes focusing on your lips. “You can.”

You try to respond with a witty comeback only to feel his lips smashed against yours. It takes you a second for your brain to process his movements but before he can pull away, you eagerly return the kiss.

“Finally… wait, does this mean you two are gonna be doing this all the time?” Fred has the audacity to ask (when he was the one pushing you two to get closer for the last few months.

You two part, his hands on your waist, yours wrapped around his neck. You share a look with him and glances back at your friend.

“Yes,” the two of you say in sync.

“Oh, Merlin.”

You giggle, turning to look at George again. “Good holiday so far?”

“Best one before I ask you a question.”

“Hmm. What’s that?”

“If I tell you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” You pout but he makes it up by showering you in affection.

After Fred and George decide to open WWW, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, he proposed to which you happily accepted and got married after the war.

You would have chosen to do it sooner had their older brother, Bill, not planned on getting married around that time.

But you both had something to honor him. You used the pin he secretly made when he found out George had begun to fancy you. It was a prototype then and once the shop was open and he had proper tools and supplies he was able to successfully make a one-of-a-kind hair pin that popped out a small veil.

The only reason you found it was because Fred had, at some point, stuffed it into your jacket pocket before you all left for Hogwarts.

You thought your fiancé had barely just fallen asleep when you began weeping as you read his note.

I always knew he would ask you to marry him and, look at that, I’m right. Ha!

This is the first and only of its design, don’t lose it or else I’m gonna be upset when it’s time.

Put it in place and it’ll work, I promise.

P.S. I better be best man. I don’t have the right figure for a maid of honor dress.

Warm arms and shaky hand pulled you close to him.

And George, he wore Fred’s friendship bracelet, the one you made (during one of your crafting stages) after the two of you decided you were gonna be friends and pranking partners, if there ever called for a time.

It was the only thing Fred wore on his wrist since it was “special”. Also, he would never switch with him if they pretended to be the other.

You two didn’t leave each other’s sides during this time but as time went on, you two slowly began to get help regarding your trauma while learning how to heal and not lose one another. It pains you to say but, it’s possible that your friend’s unfortunate death brought you two closer and more understanding of how special it is to know someone and have the kind of bond you two do.

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 1 year

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in a new body

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!insecure!reader (enemies to friends and maybe lovers, but not stated)

request: imagine being insecure about your stomach because of draco then he gets to know you and makes you feel more comfortable in your skin? please

warnings: body-hatred, insecurity of body, body dysmorphia(?), honestly just hating one's body

notes: this one hit home, just cried to my therapist last week about this! haha! live, laugh, love!

you hated draco malfoy.

actually, hate is a strong word; you extremely disliked draco malfoy. he believed he was better than everyone else with his stupid face, his stupid slytherin family history, his stupid rich background, and his stupid cruelty towards you.

draco malfoy was stupid and you highly disliked him.

for years, you had received as much torment as harry potter from draco malfoy due to your weight, especially your stomach. you'd be the laughing stock of malfoy and the rest of his slytherin gang, no matter how many times ginny weasley and hermione granger would tell you, "don't pay that evil little cockroach any mind."

you wish you could say the same thing to the voice in your head, screaming at you to do those ab workouts, to not eat as much during the school meals. you wish you could just flip a switch, that draco would stop asking you how many pounds you put on just from breakfast alone, or if you had any trouble fitting into your skirt that morning.

"or you can just sock him in the throat," mentioned ron, mouth full of food.

"you wanna do it for me?" you asked back, an eyebrow raised. ron shook his head and went back to his plate.

hermione sighed beside you, "why not bring it up to dumbledore? or even snape? they should hear the vile things he says to you."

you shrugged, "i don't know, i don't think it's worth it, honestly. that might just make him come at me more and at the moment, i cannot handle that." you tried to laugh at the end, but it came out struggled.

ron gave a smile across from you, mouth full of food, "at least you're not harry, fighting draco constantly to see who the heir of slytherin is."

harry's face turned red, "ron, please, can we not?"

you gave a quiet laugh, "i actually appreciated that ron, thank you." harry groaned beside the redhead.

ginny was about to comment until you heard the goblin voice of draco malfoy himself directly behind you, "hey, y/n, walk any steps today to shed off some pounds? looks like you need to."

hermione glared at draco, "how dare you speak to her, or anyone, like that! you are utterly repulsive!"

draco glanced around the table, "granger, when?"

hermione shot him a look, "when what?"

draco snickered, "did i ask? but seriously y/n, give your legs a break from carrying all that!" and with that, he walked away, proud of himself as he pounded knuckles with crabbe and goyle.

ron and harry stood up, ready to lunge at draco before you gave them a look, shaking your head.

you bit your lip, "suddenly not hungry anymore. um, i think i'm gonna head up to the dorms. see you guys later?"

before anyone could disagree, you stood up from the benches and made your way out of the great hall, running into fred and george who quickly noticed your watery eyes.

"you alright there, y/n?" fred asked, and you nodded quickly, "yes, i'm fine but i have to go - study. goodbye."

the twins looked at one another, and then at your retreating form, "y/n, are you sure-" their question dropped as you continued on.

and with that, the twins were left dumbfounded until they were informed by their friends, brother, and sister.

not long after that incident, draco left you alone, making you and your friends become very suspicious, as if malfoy had a trick up his sleeve. but shockingly, he didn't, and he continued to not talk to you until potions class.

when professor snape decided partnering up different classmates was a great idea, and you two ended up together. he had wandered over to your desk, sitting beside you.

he smirked, "y/n."

you nodded, "listen, just let me do this potion so we can get a decent grade and then you can go back to torturing me, ok? unless you want your grade to suffer?"

draco stayed quiet, somewhat taken aback by your words, "i can help, you know, might as well make sure someone like you doesn't screw it up."

you looked up from the textbook, "someone like me? right, because i'm so repulsive to look at, draco. thank you for the reminder, i'll make sure to dedicate my next workout to you, you git."

with tears on the verge of falling, you grabbed your textbook and hastily walked out the room, professor snape yelling, "and two weeks worth of detention for you, miss l/n!"

you flipped him off right outside the classroom, somewhat bummed and relieved at the same time that he didn't see it.

draco was stunned, simple as that. he knew he was a jerk, a total asshole, but to him, it was pure fun. there was no harm - at least to him. but now, as he sat in potions class, noticing how all eyes were on him, he came to the realization that there was harm done.

draco never actually thought you were heavy or overweight, or even ugly; by merlin no, he thought you were so pretty. yet, he wanted to slap himself as that was no excuse to bully her until she cried - no, he knew that was the wrong way to go about it.

so then why did he do it? he hated that stupid saying that guys bullied girls because they liked them, but draco wondered if that were true in his case. or if he just didn't want to acknowledge his feelings for you.

he pondered the rest of potions class, speechless as to why he thought making fun of your weight was any excuse to talk to you. all he did was hurt you so deeply, cut wounds into your being.

draco knew he was an asshole, and knew he messed up. so how does he apologize?

apologizing was not his strong suit as he never needed to; well, at least to anyone besides his parents. why apologize to anyone else if nobody was as important as them? oh, but you were. you were so full of life and jokes, so kind to him when you all arrived as first-years, yet he has always been so cruel to you. was draco seriously this foreign to kindness that he decided the easiest way to reciprocate was to be mean?

yeah, i guess so.

draco stood up, his chair screeching against the floor. everyone looked at him and draco glanced to snape, "i've got to go." and with that, he was gone, leaving everyone with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

hermione looked to ron, "where do you think he's going?"

ron shrugged, "beats me. maybe thinking of new insults to hurl at y/n. it's been a while."

hermione sighed and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, "i wanna go look for her, ron."

harry heard her and shook his head, "bad idea; i think snape might lose it if one more person leaves or even raises their hand."

severus snape was indeed distraught at the behavior that was taking place in his classroom.

but he was not as taken aback as you were now in the astronomy tower.

why had it taken all up until now for you to snap? to even come back at him with something as much as anger? draco deserved to be yelled at, to be slapped, to be, as ron said, "socked in the throat."

you wiped your tears, sitting on the concrete floor as sobs racked your shoulders again. a few owls surrounded and flew around the tower as you whispered, "i hate my body. i have so much hatred for this fat, the way i look, the way i feel. i hate it." you sobbed, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks.

you let out a shaky breath, looking in your bag to grab a tissue before snot became your worst enemy. you wiped your nose, wrinkling it at the feeling before you sighed. you sniffled, tears filling your eyes again.

"i'm sorry."

you jumped, looking around for the source of the voice until you saw draco shuffle out of the darkness by the concrete wall.

you scoffed, "ugh, merlin! go away, malfoy. you're the last person i want to see right now, if you haven't caught on."

he kicked against the floor, "i deserve that."

"and i deserved your bullying, too, right?"

draco glanced to you, shaking his head even though yours had turned back around. he stepped closer, "no, no, you didn't. i'm... i'm a git, you're right."

you sniffled, looking to him as he sat beside you. you grumbled, "took you long enough."

draco huffed a laugh, "it did. and you can still hate me after this, but i truly am sorry. you didn't deserve what i said and did to you, and i can't imagine how you must feel."

silence enveloped between the both of you until he continued, "i heard what you said earlier, about your body."

your eyes had been closed, and you hummed, "not exactly a shocker."

"because of what i said? no, it's not, and i'm sorry again."

you held up a hand, looking at him, "draco."

draco looked you in the eyes, "y/n."

you gave a slight laugh, "it's okay, i forgive you."

draco nodded, "i'm sorry for making you feel so shitty about yourself. nobody deserves to feel that way, especially you, because you were nothing but kind to me and i treated you terribly."

you smiled softly at him, "you did, but you're apologizing now. my issues i can deal with on my own, but you took the time to apologize now so i'm grateful for that."

draco was stunned, a frown on his face, "how are you kind to me right now? i was terrible to you!"

you gave him side-eye, "i said terrible shit about you in my head, so i figured i should be nice."

the two of you laughed loudly at that comment, draco's eyes crinkling. as it died down, he rested a hand on the back of your head. he turned you towards him, "you're beautiful. truly stunning, y/n. i'm sorry i said those things about you."

you gave a small smile as tears welled in your eyes, "thank you draco, it's okay."

draco leaned back on his one hand, the other still in your hair, "can i help you in any way? to help you love yourself and your body?"

you were shocked to the core at his words this entire time, but now your eyes were just popping out of your head. you stumbled, "oh - no, no, i don't think so. it's just something i need to learn, y'know, to love my body. it's just...hard."

draco nodded and he smiled, "i have an idea."

your face drained of color, worried this might have been a joke all along. draco continued, "instead of insults, i'll give you compliments throughout the day. maybe that can help?"

this draco was so sweet compared to the old one; you suddenly had the urge to just grab his cheeks and go on about how sweet he was. this was such a turn of events.

"then," draco went on, "you wont want to be in a new body."

you smiled, "that sounds like a great idea, draco. thank you."

draco's cheeks flushed, "yeah, not a problem, it's whatever."

maybe during this new change in events, draco and yourself can figure out how to deal with the pounding in your chests.

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dracoxsworld · 1 year

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Dozed Off - Harry P. x Reader

You arrived at Kings Cross station, bags in hand. The crisp Autumn air flew through your hair. Your knuckles were white, strongly grasping the handles of your bag.

You see your friend, Hermione, standing with her parents, speaking with another Hogwarts student.

“Granger!” You call out, standing on your tippy toes so she can see you better.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” She responded, her face lighting up. She runs to you and wraps her arms around you. You set your bags down and wrap your arms around her as well. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked, helping you with your bags. “Not long enough, surely. I actually packed so last minute I didn’t get much sleep.” You admitted, chuckling to yourself. “You really should do better with your sleep schedule, Y/N, sleep is your brains best friend-!” Hermione went on about how I can help my brain.

You then see another familiar face, Harry Potter. You and Harry never had classes together, so you never had much conversations even though you've known each other for years. He greeted you and Hermione. "Has Ron arrived yet?" The boy with the messy black hair asked. Hermione shook her head. "No, not yet, Y/N and I were just talking about our summer, how was yours?" She asked.

"Oh, you know- brilliant, the Dursley's are always the best family to be around." Harry said sarcastically. Hermione frowned. Harry waved it off. "It's fine, Y/N, how as your summer?" Your head perked up.

To tell the truth, Harry Potter always had you in awe. He was fearless, intelligent, and charismatic; characteristics you felt attracted to. "oh, it was- you know-" You stammered. Hermione gave you and ornery smile. She knew. Before you could finish, Ron Weasley, your red-haired and freckled skinned friend came running to your group.

“Hermione! Harry! Y/N!” He exclaimed, giving you all a group hug. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked Ron. “It was fine, mostly playing Quidditch with Fred and George.” Ron smiled.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Ron and I have to sit with the Prefects on the train, we will see you two once we get to Hogwarts.” Hermione politely explained, grabbing Ron by his arm. Ron rolled his eyes. “Hermione I just got here-“ he started to argue, but she was pulling him away. I chuckled as the pair bickered.

“Well then, would you like to sit with me?” Harry asked, pushing up his glasses awkwardly. “Sure, sounds good.” You said, unable to keep eye contact. Harry was very handsome, he had grown into his looks quite a bit. He had gotten a haircut, although his raven hair was still messy. His glasses were taped together in the middle, and his skin was fair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

Both you and Harry boarded the train, and found a compartment to sit at. “So, Y/N-“ Harry started as he put both yours and his luggage above your seat on the shelf. “We’ve never talked much, have we?” He asked. You shook your head. “What was your childhood like?” He asked. Deep question, required some thought.

“Well, my moms a half-blooded witch, my dad is a pure-blooded wizard, so it wasn’t a surprise when I levitated for the first time.” You chuckled. Harry’s eyes shined, he took a seat next to you. “What’s it like growing up in the muggle world?” You asked. Harry shrugged. “Kinda boring compared to the magical world. I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t living with the Dursleys.”

You and Harry talked for about an hour about your childhoods, embarrassing moments, and funny stories. Your eyelids started to get heavy. “Godric. It’s been a long day.” You yawned and stretched. Harry was tired too, he took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes. “I suppose this has been a long train ride. You’re just very entertaining I haven’t noticed.”

You blushed, “Why thank you, golden boy.” Harry’s lips curled into a smile. Your eyelids were getting heavier, and you felt yourself getting more and more sleepy.

Harry’s POV:

Y/N’s head was swaying left and right, until I softly pushed their head onto my shoulder, which then fell into my lap.

They were out like a light, very quietly snoring. I chuckled to myself. Why have I waited so long to get to know them? My hand gently went through their hair. I had a small bag on the floor next to my feet, with a quilt. With my wand I swished and flicked and the quilt unfolded itself and softly covered Y/N; leaving their head on my lap.

#harry potter fandom #harry potter masterlist #harry potter #harry potter x you fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter fluff #harry potter x y/n fluff

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lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber · 6 months

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Come again, Needle Noggin?

Hello there!

You can call me Cal (He/They), I’ll be your resident writer this morning/afternoon/evening!

Some details about your lovely time here:

I write for:

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi Wan

Luke Skywalker

Din Djarin

Ashoka Tano

Harry Potter: (all either in 7th year or aged up, besides the adults)

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

Newt Scammander

X-Men:

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Logan Howlett

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Jean Grey

Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mallark

Coriolanus Snow

Lucy Gray Baird

Sejanus Plinth

The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Saltburn:

Oliver Quick

Felix Catton

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just give me some time, i'm kinda slow, i will get out more headcanons out than fics but those will still get published :]

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r2d2lover · 1 year

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5 Galleons Pt. 1

Pairing: Fred Wealey x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: THIS PARTICULAR PART CONTAINS NO SMUT. Fluff and angst with smut in pt. 2, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.

Summary:

The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.

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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.

"Oh, you could never, Weasley," McLaggen challenged, pulling his Gryffindor jumper over his head. Fred flexed his fingers, unable to back down from a dare.

"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Fred smoothed down the front of his button up, a devious spark lighting up his eyes. George slapped the back of his brother, in a way that Fred thought he was trying to expel his bad thoughts.

"The Hufflepuff Princess? She makes Hermoine Granger look like a party animal," George laughed. Fred snorted, letting his mind wander to the girl they were talking about.

The sixth year student that was tonight's focus of the Gryffindor locker room was nicknamed the Hufflepuff Princess because of her uptight academic nature. She and Hermione were best friends, spending countless hours in the library studying together. Really, they should've been Ravenclaws.

But, Merlin, was she beautiful. Fred shared Potions and Charms class with her, but of course he sat in the back poking fun of the lecture while she sat attentively in the front. He would admire her neat, almost sterile appearance, but mostly he admired how her golden robes fitted her body. Fred thought back to the time they were paired up for a Potions assignment and he accidentally stirred clockwise instead of counter, making the concoction explode all over her robes. When she shed her stained robes, Fred couldn't take his eyes off of the way her white button-up cinched her waist, accentuating every curve. Not to mention how her old skirt was getting ever-so slightly too tight and too short. Unfortunately, according to the locker room, everyone else noticed her behind her rigidness and wanted a chance at loosening her up.

Fred was determined that he would get her to fold. Surely, he had the best chances since he had actually talked to her and if he didn't soften all his attempts at getting to know her with bad jokes, they might even be friends.

"Let's make this interesting. 2 Galleons if you can do it, mate," McLaggen pursed his lips. This caused Fred and George to laugh with great delight. The other members of the Quidditch team were listening in with matched curiosity.

"Say, 5 Galleons if I can do it by the end of the week. This Friday after the Hufflepuff Gryffindor game," Fred boasted, which caused a chorus of bewildered coos. Fred felt powerful leading the group to the Great Hall for dinner, but he felt even more powerful knowing that they doubted him.

"I'll take that bet. There's no way you bed her at the end of this week," McLaggen laughed, holding open the door for Fred.

"Oh, you'll see."

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He tried to talk her up in the Great Hall during dinner, but the Gryffindors were watching like it was a show unfolding.

"Hey," he said in a cool tone, sitting down beside her and her friend that he had never met. "Did you, er, finish the Potions homework?"

She set down her goblet with an amused look on her face. Fred was fixated on the way her hair was pulled back and out of her face, not a single strand out of place.

"I haven't started it. Why? Do you need help on it?" She looked embarrassed because her friend started giggling uncontrollably. Fred smirked, deciding to go in for the kill.

"Yeah, I've been struggling with it. I can't say no to some one-on-one tutoring. Are you free tonight?" He locked eyes with her, hoping that she wouldn't say no. Her stammering caused a flutter in his chest. Fred quickly glanced over to the Gryffindors that had their eyes trained on him, but looked back at her quickly with a grin, praying that she didn't hear the laughs and not-so-silent cheering from the other table. Luckily, her back was to them.

"I- Yes. I'm free," She said sheepishly, looking back down at her plate. As Fred stood up to leave, he decided to add a little flourish for the onlooking crowd. Fred lifted her face with two fingers, tilting her head up to look at him. He clenched his jaw while dirty thoughts started to swirl around his mind.

"Sounds like a date," Fred smirked, leaving her stunned and her face as red as the Gryffindor's table runner. When he walked away from the Hufflepuff table, he threw a wink to Cormac and George.

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You gathered up all your Potions notes nervously, checking the clock for the third time already. Your best friend laughed at the disheveled sight of you, a certainly welcomed change.

"I can't believe you're acting like this over Fred Weasley. You know, he's not even going to pay attention. He's going to be too busy trying to get in your pants," you threw a pillow at your friend who turned into a giggling fit. "Don't worry, I'll cover you when the other prefect does bed checks!"

You descended down into the Central Hall, looking around the large mermaid fountain for Fred. You couldn't help but think of your friend's comments, despite the larger nagging feeling of wanting it to be true. Fred Weasley was truly the antithesis of who you were: handsomely disordered, outspoken, and popular. You convinced yourself that he was this way with every girl, thinking back to the time he made a lame pass at Angelina Johnson at the Quidditch Pitch during an open practice for everyone to see. You found Fred attractive the reason you found Muggle Studies interesting: the mystification of the entire idea. You shook you head with a silent laugh to yourself. How could you be interested in a boy you compared to an extracurricular class?

"Sorry I'm late, love," Fred crept up behind you, making you jump a little. You turned around with a small frown on you face. He was only carrying his potions book, with his wand and quill sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. His shirt was half untucked, with no tie adorning his neck. You couldn't help but get distracted at how the unbuttoned top of his shirt highlighted his collarbones and- Before you could come up with another thought, you cleared your throat.

"It's fine. Shall we?" You gestured towards the library doors. Before you turned your back towards him to head towards the library, you swear you could see a smirk on his face. He swiftly moved past you so that he could open the door for you. "Oh, what a gentleman."

"I try," Fred let you lead him to your favorite part of the library, your own little study corner. It was a secluded nook with two large plush chairs that faced a large window that overlooked the grounds. You were surprised that it was always available to you when you wanted, probably because it was so far back into the library.

"This is cozy," Fred plopped down on one of the armchairs, enchanting the other one closer to him. "And so far from the prying eyes of the public."

You ignored his suggestive tone and opened your potions book to the lesson that was covered today. Admittedly, you had trouble with brewing Veritaserum, due to its maturing phase. You were sure you had it down, but you wouldn't know until the next lunar phase. While the class was to wait for the potion to be ready, you had to memorize its other properties. It was easy enough to go over it with Fred, making you wonder why he needed your help in the first place. He had paid attention for the past hour, asking you strictly academic questions that made you actually flip through your notes for the answer.

"Virtually water... Makes one confess...," Fred mused aloud, penning down his notes. He looked up at you with a devious grin. "And what kind of secrets would you be spilling if you had a sip of Vertiaserum?"

You felt your face get hot as you looked up from your own writing to meet Fred's watchful gaze. You bit your lip nervously, trying to think of something to say.

"Probably something better than any secrets you're hiding," You said, feeling pretty lame at your answer. You couldn't possibly outwit the king of wit himself. Fred chuckled and seemed as if he was reaching a hand out towards you, but restrained himself.

"Ahem. Should we be absolutely studious and get a head start on tomorrow's lesson," Fred said, out of character. You were surprised at his suggestion, but flipped forward to the lesson prepared for tomorrow. Fred laughed at your reaction to the heading title of tomorrow's chapter: Amortentia.

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The class gathered around the cauldron that bubbled with a pearly substance. "Does anyone know what potion this is?" asked the professor, looking over at the eager crowd. You raised your hand ready to answer, but much to the class's surprise, Fred blurted out the answer. He had moved closer to where you were standing, probably to say something witty during the lesson.

"Amortentia," Fred smirked at you, causing you to look away quickly. You turned your attention back to the shimmering liquid, hypnotized by the way it moved. The professor looked happily surprised at the way his goofiest student was able to answer the question.

"Very good, Mr. Weasley," He praised, giving a nod of approval. "Really, it was all thanks to her," Fred complimented, patting you on the shoulder. The rest of the class looked at you with the same surprise as the professor's but you simply waved you hand dismissively.

"Ah, clever as well as humble. Very well. Points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for being so studious," the professor smiled. "Now, we are studying this potion today because it is the most powerful and dangerous concoction known to wizard kind. It doesn't create real love, however, but instead an obsessive infatuation to the drinker. Its scent also differs for each person, drawing on what the person finds attractive. Now, go ahead and take a whiff. How about our scholars first?" The professor invited you and Fred up to the bubbling cauldron. Fred stepped up first, taking a deep breath. He frowned and looked back at you, waving a hand to signal you to step back.

"What's wrong?" You asked, stepping even closer.

"Nothing. Could you back up? Your perfume is overpowering anything in this caul-" Fred began, stopping mid-sentence when he realized the rest of the class started giggling. His face heated up, almost matching the color of his hair.

"I didn't put on any perfume this morning. I was running late," You said in a low, shaky voice. Your heartbeat was racing. Fred quickly stepped back from the cauldron, making his way back to the class to hide in the sea of students. You took a big gulp before stepping up to smell the cauldron yourself. A mixture of leather and grass as well as firewood filled your nose. You didn't want to admit it, but you thought you caught a small whiff of a musky pine cologne. The leather grassy smell brought you to the Quidditch Pitch and you shook your head trying to focus on the lecture instead. You ignored the urge to find Fred in the crowd, instead pulling out your Potions notebook. Once the class dismissed, you quickly left the classroom, hoping to avoid Fred. You decided that he was simply making a joke for the entire crowd and you ducked your head as you walked to Divination class.

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When you told your friend about what had happened in Potions class, she squealed with such delight, even the Ravenclaw table looked over at the two of you. You thanked Merlin that the Gryffindor table was on the other end of the Great Hall. You wanted to be the first to tell your best friend about what happened in an attempt to beat the rumor mill.

"That's so cute!What did you smell?" Your best friend gushed, completely forgetting her dinner. You felt your face get hot, shoveling another bite into your mouth in order to distract yourself.

"I think he was just making a joke. He's like that. Remember Angelina Johnson? Anyways, I smelled the Qudditch Pitch, you know, leather and grass. And fire. I have no idea what that means though," You shrugged.

"I think you know exactly what it means," Your best friend beamed.

"Ah, you're talking about Quidditch? Does that mean you're ready for this weekend's game? It's going to be a tough one. I've been telling people that Hufflepuff is on the up and up," Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, leaned over into your conversation. You hoped that the Amortentia was actually about Cedric, your longtime friend and childhood crush. You felt like there was always some tension between you two, but since the both of you felt too close to let something frivolous ruin your relationship, the both of you agreed to be friends. That didn't mean he was one of the handsomest boys in your grade, though, and being the Quidditch house captain only added to his attractiveness. You looked over at the Gryffindor table where Fred was telling some grandiose story with both his hands, trying to deflect your thoughts. Tonight, your had asked your friend to switch seats with her in a not-so discreet attempt to see if Fred would tell the other Gryffindors about class today. He didn't seem like he was informing his other housemates of his embarrassment during class, but he did catch you staring and threw a wink at you.

"I think I'm going to get started on my homework now so I can get it all done before this weekend," You stood up after Fred winked at you, rushing out of the Great Hall. Your friend waved you off as you exited through the side doors into the outdoor courtyard. You decided to take the long way back to your common room in order to avoid any unwanted questions. Unfortunately, before you could make it halfway across the courtyard, you turned your head at the sounds of the Great Hall doors opening after you. Fred emerged from the doors, humming happily. You took a deep breath, weighing your choices between running and hexing him.

"Hey! Can we talk?" Fred called out. Your body decided to freeze and all you could do was turn around slowly and nod. "Come on, walk with me. We'll need a little more privacy than this.

Fred lead you to the side of the courtyard corridor, then backed you up into the corner, effectively pinning you between the wall and himself. He leaned against the wall on one shoulder and pushed his hair out of his face, giving that famous Weasley smirk. You felt like you could barely breathe from the nervousness. You swear you could hear his racing heartbeat as well.

"I think everyone has said everything they possibly could about what happened in Potions today. I don't want to talk about that. Instead, I want to propose a bet," Fred stared intently at you, pleased at your bumbling state. You cursed him in your head. You never wavered to anyone, why was he so different?

"Oh? And what's that? Hopefully something about how you'll finish all your assignments on time?" You asked, meeting his gaze. Fred laughed and stood up straight.

"Yeah, right. No, it's about this weekend's Quidditch game. If Gryffindor wins, you have to come to our afterparty. And wear your hair down," Fred wagered, flicking your ponytail jokingly. Your face turned red, but you hoped that the firelight of the nearby brazier hid it. You could nearly gather your thoughts, however, you couldn't let Fred's smugness continue.

"Alright. What do I get if Hufflepuff wins?" You countered, fixing your hair.

"Love, we know that won't be happening," Fred laughed when you pushed on his chest defensively.

"How about you do my Potions homework for two weeks?" You really couldn't think of anything that wanted from him.

"Ugh, pick something fun," Fred groaned.

"Fine, if Hufflepuff wins, you come to our afterparty. Without my help sneaking in, so I hope you don't get sprayed by vinegar," You suggested, crossing your arms. As the words left your mouth, you wished you never suggested that. The whole ordeal seemed to be in his favor. You would just have to make sure that he didn't know the password to your common room so that you could see him doused in vinegar. His smirk made you less confident.

"Oh, deal."

Part 2

#fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #amortentia #partners in potions #Jock!Fred Weasley #5 Galleons

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~ Fuck up the friendship - G.W ~

summary: Fuck Up The Friendship by Leah Kate

pairing: George Weasley x SlytherinxReader

warnings: drinking

word count: 2,287

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The chorus of music and chattering echoed so loud that it came past the entrance into the Gryffindor common room, letting all the passers-by know that an after Quidditch party was in full swing. Y/N jogged up the stairs with Harry and Ron trailing slowly behind. Y/N needed the two boys so she could also get into the common room as she wasn't a Gryffindor, but a Slytherin. As they all reached the painting the boys turned around to look at her with a look.

"What?" Y/N said confused at the two boys.

"Hands," Ron said so matter-of-factly. This was a normal thing when the two boys let Y/N into the common room, she had to put her hands over her ears to block the password as if Fred and George haven't already told her. The younger boys didn't know that though so she did as they asked.

After a mutter of the password from the boys, the painting opened and the common room full of life came into view. People of every coloured robe littered the main common room area, every colour except Green. The match had been Slytherin vs Gryffindor so obviously when Gryffindor was victorious and the party began no Slytherin was going to party to their loss, no one except Y/N. She was after all Fred and George's best friend and cheered for them even against her own team.

As Y/N walked in the room behind Harry and Ron, the twins immediately bounded over cheering and lifted Y/N onto their shoulders as she started laughing at them.

"A toast to Y/N! The only Slytherin to come party!" George screamed over the loud crowd which earned a roar from the other houses in the room.

"You know I only came for you two, you dimwits." Y/N chuckled as the twins settled her down on the sofa in the middle of the room. As they placed her down they both sat on either side of her body with their arms behind her trapping her in between them. She wasn't even gonna deny that she loved the twins like her own family. Y/N is an only child from a pureblood family line, when she got placed in Slytherin she was welcomed with open arms, then she became best friends with Fred and George, and now people question if the hat placed her in the correct house.

Fred and George knew Slytherin was exactly where Y/N belonged. They've all been friends since the first year despite the housing gap they spent any time they could together, which included all the pranks they pulled together. They also loved how every Quidditch game she cheered for them, not the Gryffindor team, just them. Even if it does earn her dirty looks from other Slytherins when they're playing.

"So how are my two favourite string beans?" Y/N said pulling the two twins closer towards her.

"String beans? Says the person built like a baked bean?" Fred laughed handing Y/N a drink.

"A bak- A BAKED BEAN?" Y/N shouted while turning to face Fred, leaning closer into George as she turned. The trio broke into immediate laughter which caused a few eyes to float their way. One of those eyes being none other than Hermione Granger herself who had finally got into the Quidditch party spirit and had a little bit to drink. Seeing Y/N sat with the twins gave Hermione a perfect idea so she skipped over to them and grabbed Y/N by the wrist, pulling her to a standing position.

"Is this your not so subtle way of asking me to dance, Granger?" Y/N laughed following Hermione's pull into the crowd. She turned back to give a wink to the twins before giving Hermione her full attention.

"You just spend so much time with Fred and George! We need some girl time!" Hermione raised her voice to be heard over the loud crowd they were entering. Y/N loved how the younger trio treated her, she didn't think they'd be so accepting of her with her being a Slytherin and a pureblood. However, when Y/N punched Malfoy in their second year for calling Hermione a mudblood, they all knew she different than how they first thought.

Voices started to drown around the girls as the music was turned up and the dancing began. Y/N loved how much more outgoing Hermione had become over the past few years and Hermione just liked that she had another girlfriend considering how often she was around Ron and Harry. The girls swayed in rhythm together as the drinks got to their heads more and more. Just as the second some came to an end Hermione looked over towards the sofa that Fred and George were still sat and noticed something.

"Someone's staring at you," Hermione said in a singsong voice in Y/N's ear. Y/N didn't even know who she meant but her blood pressure shot up at the idea. She tried to do a subtle left and right look to see if it was anyone around her and when she couldn't see who Hermione meant she got quite disappointed.

"Like fully behind you, do a spin," Hermione whispered in her ear grabbing her hand and spinning her. As she spun all Y/N could see was George looking in her direction.

"You mean Weasley?" Y/N was shocked and confused if that was who Hermione was talking about. She knew it wasn't when she immediately looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

"Why did you just go bright red? George? You like George!?" Hermione shouted a little bit too loud. Y/N quickly shushed Hermione and did a quick spin to make sure no one heard her shout.

"No of course not! You said someone was looking at me and I turned around and seen him!" Y/N tried to quickly cover herself even though she knew Hermione had already seen her go bright red.

"No, you idiot I meant Dean Thomas! He's stood behind the couch against the wall!" Y/N once again turned around and looked past George to see Dean Thomas who was in face staring at her. George however noticed that she looked straight past him and he couldn't deny he was disappointed. George then saw someone walk from behind him and straight towards the girls, his whole body immediately tensed up so much that even Fred noticed.

"You okay mate?" Fred asked nudging George. George silently took a sip of his drink and nodded. Fred followed George's eye-line to discover what he was staring so intently at, then he realized.

"You know you can't be too cross of guys flirting with her, she's super attractive and lovely to everyone." Fred didn't want his brother to feel like this but George never showed any signs of being interested in Y/N when she was around so how would she know. George just turned to stare at Fred.

"I know I haven't told her but I don't wanna fuck up our friendship if she doesn't like me back, she deserves to be happy." George knew he should tell her eventually, just in case she does feel the same about him. However, he couldn't deny how terrified he was of the idea that she won't feel the same and then won't want to be around him anymore. He'd rather love her in private than lose her in public, "If she likes Dean or wants to potentially be with someone else then she deserves the world."

"Well, I don't think she wants Dean because she's walking back this way." Fred pointed at Y/N and George immediately shot his sight towards her. Y/N had her hand gently on Dean's arm with her other arm around Hermione. She then shook her head and walked back towards the couch away from Dean who couldn't hide the disappointment on his face as she returned to the twins. On the flip side, George couldn't hide his excitement as Y/N came back and flopped on the couch in the middle of the twins.

"Back with my favourite boys," Y/N said loudly as she ruffled both of their hairs. George felt the heat rise to his cheeks and Fred just smirked at both of them.

"So what did Dean want?" George asked trying to hide the evident jealousy in his voice. Y/N turned to look straight at him and he could feel the alcohol hit his head or was it butterflies in his stomach? Without even thinking about it Y/N reached out to move a piece of hair that was on his face to the side. Once she brushed the hair past his ear she let her hand fall slowly down his cheek and then she turned to face the crowd like that didn't just happen. Fred noticed and his eyes went wide and darted back to the crowd as well. George just kept his gaze towards her before slowly looking back towards Fred to see what he thought.

"He wanted to go to Hogsmede this weekend on a date, sweet kid but I told him I already had plans." Y/N chuckled as she talked about it. She did think Dean was a sweet kid but dating someone two years under her was a no-go for her. Plus she already liked someone else, but she wasn't gonna tell them that.

"Do you have plans?" Fred asked curiously.

"Yeah! It's mine and Hermione's national muggle games night. Once a month we play a muggle board game she brings in and chat about secret stuff!" Y/N clapped like it was Halloween and they'd just blown up something. George felt happy that she couldn't go with Dean even if it did feel selfish.

"Anyway! I love you boys but I'm gonna leave because I gotta be up to study tomorrow!" With too much energy that she should have Y/N jumped up off the couch and waved goodbye to both boys before even giving them a chance to say goodbye. Fred just kept looking at George until he finally realized he was being stared at.

"Well?" Fred said motioning to the exit.

"Well, what?" George asked completely clueless. For a minute Fred just stared at George in complete disbelief. Part of Fred just wondered if George was a complete idiot.

"Go walk her back!" Fred said practically pushing George out the door himself.

Meanwhile, Y/N had begun to semi-drunkenly wander around the castle thinking to herself. She thought she was all alone until she heard footsteps getting increasingly close to her, she thought without a doubt that a teacher was following her and she was in trouble for sure. Until a hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned to see her favorite person in the world.

"Georgie! I thought for sure you were a professor and that I was in so much trouble!" Y/N said attaching onto George like a koala. She was one of the only people that could tell them apart and he loved her for it. Nobody else bothered enough to try, but she did. She did because she knew it mattered to George who always seemed to be overlooked.

"Well, I couldn't let you roam the halls alone that would be very mean of me," George laughed as he pulled her in under his arm so they began walking side by side cuddled as they walked. "So are you going to arrange to see Dean another day?"

"No, I don't like him in a romantic way he's just a friend. What about you though I never see you with any girls, anyone you've got your eye one?" Y/N questioned without having the confidence to look up at George in case he said someone and she couldn't hide her disappointment.

"Just one," George announced with a breathy sigh after it. He wanted so badly to tell her but once again he just couldn't he wasn't brave enough. Ironic for a Gryffindor. Y/N couldn't deny her disappointment, although he didn't say a name he seemed happy just thinking about it and that's all she wanted. For him to be happy.

"Well, whoever it is she I hope she's fantastic. As long as we remain best friends, I couldn't bear to lose you." Y/N smiled looking up at George who looked back down at her.

"George I-"

"I know we're best friends, I know this might cost me you but I just can't not tell you after seeing you tonight. Y/N I've been crazy about you for years and I know you might not feel the same as we've never talked about it nor have you ever shown any interest in me but I-"

"Georg-"

"Just please don't say you hate me I promise I'll never bring it up if you don't fe-"

"I love you, George." Y/N said loudly so George couldn't cut her off again. With a moment of shock, he stopped walking and just looked down at her. The girl he's loved for years saying she feels the same. She always has.

With what seemed like a stupid moment of bravery George grabbed Y/N and held her up against a wall so her legs wrapped around his hips. Their faces were centimetres apart and both of their hearts were racing at what was happening.

"Let's fuck up the friendship," George whispered. All Y/N could do was nod and stare at the boy she loved who had just admitted how he felt for her. Without another word, their lips met and they don't even know how long they stayed there for.

All Y/N knew was she now had a more personal reason to cheer him on at matches now, and she couldn't be happier for it.

#harry potter #george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfic #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n

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emeritusemeritus · 8 months

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Friday Night Dinner [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Friday Night Dinner.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fiancé!Reader {Established relationship} George Weasley x Angelina Johnson, brief mentions of Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger.

Timeline: Set after the war, Fred is very much alive.

Summary: Friday night dinner at the Burrow, the first time both twins have brought their partners round at the same time and it’s a surprise all around.

Warnings: Brief mentions of the war but no vivid description of violence. Pregnancy, pregnant reader and characters. Talk of babies. Ron being a miserable sod. Brief mentions of a fight between Ron and Hermione. Not beta read or spell-checked, we die like Madeye.

Inspired by the last episode of Friday Night Dinner S6. Jonny and Adam give me such strong Fred and George vibes that I found myself writing this as I was watching it. Also, that GIF of James may have just knocked me up. 🤍

A slight nervousness bubbles up within you as you walk hand in hand with Fred down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley as the street lamps turn on, anticipating the dark evening ahead. George and Angelina were walking behind you, chatting amongst themselves and looking round at the newly renovated shopping quarter, seeing businesses booming once again after the threat of war was over and proprietors began spilling back into the alley. New stores were popping up everywhere, only increasing your fiancé's booming business and a smile crossed your face at the thought, knowing that the tensions of war were now in the past.

You'd all been to the leaky cauldron after Angelina had finished work for preparatory drinks before the four of you descended upon the Burrow for one of Molly's famous meals, walking back to the flat you shared with Fred and George above the shop to use the floo.

It was the first time Angelina would be visiting the Burrow as George's official girlfriend even though they'd been together a few months now, both of them reuniting after the war and renewing their friendship before it had turned into something more. You and Fred had been together since just before your fifth year at Hogwarts so it was far from your first meal at the Burrow but you were still slightly nervous this time.

"Maybe we should go on ahead," George says nervously to Fred, his hand pushing back some of his hair at the front as you all walk into your flat. Fred seems to pause, casting a look at both you and Angelina before nodding. You fought to roll your eyes, knowing exactly what George meant by that.

When Fred had brought you along with him for the first time as his official girlfriend, despite you having spent weeks on end at the burrow in the past as friends, Molly had gone all out and had been especially eccentric, welcoming you into the family and throwing a lavish feast, hovering constantly and fussing with every little detail. Now that both the twins had partners, you didn't doubt how over the top Molly would have gone, especially having never really met Angelina before. You bit at your lip to stop the smile from passing over your face as Angelina looked between the twins with obvious confusion upon her face.

"We'll meet you in 10," you said, placing your hand on Fred's shoulder, shooting a knowing look to George who seemed relieved that you understood. Fred turned slightly and kissed you on the lips before moving into the fireplace ahead of George and flooing away with a wink and a determined speech of 'the burrow'.

George hovered around Angelina for a moment who looked thoroughly unimpressed before stepping into the fire and immediately travelling towards the burrow as you took a seat on the sofa, waiting for them to be finished before you two joined along.

"So what's that all about?" Angelina asks, taking a seat on the sofa beside you, making you chuckle.

"Mum," George says with a tone of exasperation as he looks around at his childhood home, though it hardly looks the same as when he used to live there. Wild flowers tied up into neat floral displays decorated nearly every inch of spare surface around the kitchen and hallway. There were candles lit on the armoire and every side table spare and he had noticed that the fancier plates had been brought out, the table decorated to within an inch of its life.

"We said no flowers! Why's dad in a suit?!" He exclaims, seeing his father walking into the kitchen in his finest suit, the filigree patterned waistcoat complete with his dark blue overcoat with a collar and tails. "We said no suit!"

"It's a fancy occasion, I wanted to wear my fancy suit," Arthur says, pinning a wild flower to his pocket.

"It's not fancy, it's a casual dinner!" George says, getting more and more irate as he watched his father pin the peony to his suit pocket, looking even more formal. Fred can barely contain his laughter as he looks upon the scene, remembering the first time he'd brought you home as his girlfriend, though it wasn't as bad as this.

"Both my twins have partners now, it's a celebration!" Molly argues, faffing with something at the kitchen counter which looks to be a decadent trifle.

"You make it sound like we're trolls," Fred says, cutting in, "we can get girlfriends you know, we're not grotesque." George nods along, though he seems a lot less calm in his demeanour.

"Now you're just being silly," Molly says, pointing an accusatory finger at them both. "Of course you can get girlfriends."

"Fiancé's in this ones case," Arthur smiles proudly, patting Fred on the shoulder who shoots a smug look at George under the praise.

"So it's just me that you think can't get a girlfriend?" George says bluntly, winding his mother up further.

"Did I say that? You both have partners at the same time, both of which are coming for dinner for the first time together- where are they anyway?" Molly says, suddenly looking around as she realises that the two expected guests aren't there.

"We came ahead to check on the place and thank Merlin we did!" George shouts, gesturing at the mass of flowers littered around the place. Molly suddenly reaches out and strikes George with the tea towel on his upper arm, reaching her limit on his whining.

"Knock knock," you say with a smile, having stepped out of the fire and dusted yourself off whilst they were arguing, appearing by the entrance to the kitchen with a wide smile, holding out a box of muggle chocolate you knew Molly and Arthur were fond of.

"Oh y/n dear!" Molly says, rushing over to you to pull you into a warm hug. She pulls back and takes your face in her hands as if inspecting you in her maternal way. "You just get prettier, doesn't she Arthur? Are you hungry dear? Dinner shouldn't be long now," she says pulling back.

"Starving, been looking forward to this all week," you smile with an enthusiastic nod, seeing her face light up as you hand her the chocolates which she promptly thanks you for before you turn to Arthur who stands with his hand clutching his waistcoat, looking like a first class train conductor.

"Very dapper Mr Weasley," you say with a brief raise of your eyebrows as you take in his very formal appearance, suddenly feeling a little underdressed in your simple tea dress and cardigan. He bows his head at you with an over dramatic flair whilst laughing and you curtesy back at him, not missing George's glare at the mocking formality, smiling as you hear Fred let out a huff of laughter behind you.

"Why thank you miss y/l/n, or Weasley-to-be should I say," Arthur smiles then reaches out and pats your shoulder warmly before he walks off to get a drink, being chastised immediately by Molly for using one of the good glasses she'd just washed. You walk over to Fred who immediately pulls you in closer and presses a kiss to your head as you both grab a drink from the table before walking over to the little loveseat in the corner.

"Where's Ang?" George says suddenly nervous when his girlfriend doesn't appear after you.

"She's just fetching something, won't be long," you say, beginning to take a seat on the sofa until you're pulled into Fred's lap.

"Hi?" Angelina says as she steps out of the fire nervously and immediately George is racing over to her, followed closely by Molly and then Arthur.

"Oh lovely girls!" Molly says as she pulls you both over to the kitchen after she'd been introduced to Angelina. You see Arthur pull the boys to one side and can't help but smile as you imagine them getting a talking to, man to man where you can't overhear.

"What the bloody hell's he doing here?" George says a little while later as you all sit with a drink, waiting for the meal to be finished, seeing Ron walking grumpily down the stairs and rounding the corner to the kitchen. He looks glum, slumped over as he shuffles his body about, a creased burgundy T-shirt haphazardly thrown on with his plaid pyjamas. He pauses and says a brief hello to you all before making his way towards the fridge to pull out a drink, immediately tailed by Molly who runs after him calling out about not eating this or that as it's for dinner.

"He's a little glum, had a fight with Hermione," Arthur explains quietly, leaning in to you all as if he's telling you the secret of the century, before tapping the side of his nose, prompting you all to keep hushed about it.

"So he's joining us?" Fred asks from beside you, taking a swig of his Knotgrass mead.

"Afraid so boys, and girls," Arthur says, leaning back in his chair, linking his fingers over his belly, frowning gently in the direction of his moping youngest son. George immediately groans and you can't help but stifle a laugh as his displeasure, turning your head into Fred's shoulder to disguise it.

"Dinners ready," Molly says with a smile as she gestures you all to move towards the table, keeping he tone airy and formal as she guides Angelina by the shoulders to sit at the table beside George. You and Fred share a look of utter delight as you sit down at the opposite side of the table to George and Ang, already anticipating the brutal questioning they were facing.

Ron mopes the entire way through dinner, not even slightly amused by Molly's incessant questioning of what Angelina does for her job, how they met, what her school life was like, her family and every other topic she could think of. Arthur had been gripped when she disclosed that she was the Gryffindor quidditch captain during your last year and the conversation had quickly drifted to quidditch in general as the twins added in stories and quips of their time on the team with Angelina before they were banned by Umbridge. Ron had barely added two words despite being on the team as well and instead had grumbled his way through a reply about a certain game versus Slytherin where he insisted they were using dirty tactics.

"What's for pudding?" Ron asks with a mouthful of food, helping himself to seconds or rather thirds after everyone had already finished. Molly instantly calls him out for his bad manners before turning to Angelina with an apologetic smile, ignoring her youngest son until everyone had clearly finished.

"Trifle for pudding!" She announces, standing up excitedly and rushes over to the counter to gather the rather ornately decorated trifle in the big bowl as Arthur clears the plates with a flick of his wand.

"Will you stop moaning Ronald!" You hear from the kitchen as Ron follows Molly in to help fetch the dessert plates and you can't help but let out a chuckle at the noise, laughing a little quieter than your fiancé next to you, who doesn't hold back his cackle. George still looks thoroughly unimpressed, thinking that Ron was stealing the night away from him and Angelina and you take a sip of your butterbeer with a smirk on your face, enjoying the Weasley drama unfolding around you.

Pudding was had, a great success all around and you helped Molly clear plates despite her protest as everyone made their way into the lounge. Molly had sent you in with after dinner mints that you placed onto the coffee table before sitting down next to Fred, watching as Arthur tucks into the mint chocolates almost immediately.

"Ronald Billius Weasley you are spoiling this night, if you cannot stop moping you are welcome to retire upstairs!" Molly shouts from the kitchen,

"Don't see why it's such a performance, y/n's been coming round since they were in third year," Ron mumbles as he slumps into the armchair in the lounge, blissfully ignorant of the harsh glare that Molly was shooting into the back of his head.

"Ronald you'll respect you're mother, she's gone to a lot of trouble tonight," Arthur says, stepping in.

"Too much," George mumbles under his breath and once again you find yourself biting the inside of your cheek to stop smiling or laughing.

"It may have escaped your notice Ronald, but both of your brothers have girlfriends now, at the same time, whom they have brought for dinner. If you weren't as temperamental as a hippogriff perhaps Hermione would have joined us too!" Molly says, walking Ron with the tea towel that was tucked into her apron.

Sensing a full blown argument about to erupt between mother and son, which of course Arthur would be dragged into and no doubt the twins at a later point, and then you, you share a poignant look with Fred, silently conversing as you try to decide if now was the right time. Fred stands suddenly and clears his throat, immediately getting the attention of his parents.

"I'd like to say something," Fred says, suddenly feeling a little nervous as every pair of eyes trains in on him, not that he's not used to that of course. He looks to you and reaches out his hand for you to hold as he shoots you a little smile, seemingly summoning courage from your touch.

"You've set a date?!" Molly says excitedly, her tea towel holding hand stopping midair as she focuses her attention of the older twin.

"For the wedding? No," he says with a smirk, knowing it would infuriate his mother to give such a vague reply. She huffs but never takes her eyes off him as a few seconds of silent anticipation pass. The hand holding yours slowly pulls you up off the couch and he instinctively pulls you into his side, your hand wrapping around his waist as you share a smile. He then turns back to look at his mum before slipping his other hand down to rest on the small curve of your lower abdomen, cradling the sacred present inside of you.

"Y/n’s pregnant," he says with a glowing smirk, never taking his hand off your tiny but growing bump as he kissed your head.

Molly is frozen for a second as you can almost see the cogs going around in her mind as she processes the information, her gaze firmly cemented upon Fred's hand on your belly.

Mere seconds later she erupts into a loud squeal of pure delight, running forward to pull you into her arms, knocking Fred out of the way as you laugh in her hold, tears forming in your eyes as her utter delight. Arthur immediately walks over to Fred with a shocked but immensely proud smile on his face and pulls his son into his arms, giving him a strong fatherly hug as he pats his back. Molly breaks away from you, immediately placing her hand on your bump and muttering absolute unintelligible nonsense as she speaks over herself, every thought pouring out at once. She then launches at Fred and cries in delight as she pulls him into a hug, words still falling from her mouth as she rambles about how pleased she is and how proud she is.

Arthur walks up to you and pulls you into a hug too and for the briefest second you can tell that he is crying, tears falling down his cheeks as he wordlessly holds you tenderly.

"Arthur, we're going to be grandparents!" Molly beams, almost bouncing with delight as she claps her hands together after wiping her eyes.

"Indeed we are Molly, how wonderful," Arthur says, taking hold of his wife as they embrace excitedly.

Fred suddenly reaches for you and pulls you back into his side, stroking your back absently as you both watch his parents react to your news.

It was everything you'd hoped for and more, seeing their reaction and you couldn't help but dab at your own eyes, the emotions and joy overwhelming you. Fred notices, of course he does, and pulls you in for a kiss. You can see that he's also a little misty eyed at the sight and it only warms your heart further to see.

Ron comes up to you and congratulates you, giving you the most awkward side hug imaginable despite being friends for years. He then gets pulled in by his big brother and they do a little manly back pat that makes you chuckle.

"You know," Ron begins to say, though his tone has dropped once again as he mumbles his way through the words. Molly immediately senses him about to ruin the moment and viciously points her finger at him in warning which seems to build the tension again as everyone watches in nervous anticipation.

"I actually have something to say too," Angelina says, raising her hand to deflect the attention away from Ron. You look up at her with a knowing smile as she glances at you and you subtly nod your head to her, encouraging her to go on. She then turns to George with a little nervous smile and you can't help but watch with rapt attention as she takes his hand, seeing his utter confusion as her gaze flicks between George and Molly. "I'm also pregnant."

Dead silence fills the room following Angelina's words, everyone except you utterly shocked by the revelation, but none more so than George.

"Are you, are you happy?" She asks George, seeing him still frozen in place.

"He certainly looks happy," Fred quips, earning a swift nudge to the ribs from you.

"Yeah, yeah of course," George says quietly, though you can see that he's not fully convinced of his answer, still in shock. You knew George well enough that he would be overjoyed by the news ordinarily, he just needed to let it sink in. After a few tense moments, he suddenly turns to Angelina and smiles goofily, looking down at her still flat belly before she pulls him in for a kiss. It's heartwarming to see and you can't help but clutch Fred a little tighter as your pregnancy emotions heighten the joy you feel.

"Two babies?!" Molly shouts suddenly, her arms waving in the air as the double realisation hits her, bouncing in the spot as she turns and clings to Arthur.

"Uh, three, I guess, actually," you say with a grin as Fred chuckles beside you, resting his hand on your belly again and stroking the two growing babies inside you. Molly and Arthur let out perfectly synchronised gasps as Molly's giddiness doubles. Suddenly she turns to Angelina with a waiting look and Angelina chuckles, holding her hands up.

"Just three, at least I think," she laughs and within moments Molly is reaching for her and pulling her into a giant hug as Arthur reaches for George and embraces him exactly as he had Fred.

"You knew?" Fred whispers in your ear and you nod in reply, shooting him a cheeky, innocent smile that fools no one.

After Arthur and George part, Fred drops his hold of you and walks straight to George to congratulate him, wrapping him in a close embrace. You reach out for Angelina and you link hands, both doted on by Molly who keeps babbling about 'lovely girls' and 'three babies' with utter joy.

"This calls for a celebration I think!"

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I’ll Do What It Takes|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: it’s time for the quidditch World Cup so you and your boyfriend decide to go with his family.

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting, use of pet names, teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: this oneshot follows the book events in Goblet of Fire at what happens at the World Cup.

The Quidditch World Cup. Your boyfriend invited you to go with his family. And of course you said yes. You had met his family a couple of times usually spending your holidays with them when you weren’t treating wounds.

Working in the medical ward is how you met Charlie. You were a year younger than him in Hogwarts, maybe that’s why you never talked to each other.

Though you quickly became friends and then one drunken kiss lead to where you are now. Two years of solid dating and hopefully forever left to go.

Currently you were packing your trunks to leave for the Burrow when Charlie got done taking care of the new baby dragons. Even though you heard the door close you kept folding clothes.

Two arms snaked around your waist and kissed the top of your head, “Hey, love.” Charlie greeted.

You grinned turning your head towards him planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey, darling.”

Charlie planted kisses on your cheek and started down. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access as he trailed kisses down your neck. You giggled shaking your head

“Baby, I need to finish folding these clothes or were never going to get ready to leave.”

He huffed, halting his loving kisses and just nuzzled his face in the crook your neck as you continued to fold.

Once you were done and had shut the trunks you spun around in his arms wrapping your arms around his neck. “How are the babies?”

“Doing great, love. John’s taking over for me while we’re visiting this week.” You nodded.

“We’re taking a portkey right? I don’t want to apparate that far. I get a bit uneasy just thinking about it.” Charlie nodded.

“It’s an old bucket hat, out there.”

So you and Charlie trekked up the hill to the portkey.

You landed in the field outside of the Burrow and once you and Charlie stepped in you were attacked with kisses and hugs from everyone.

Molly Weasley pounced on you first, “Y/N, dear, it’s so good to have you!”

“Hi!” You smiled brightly accepting the hugs from Molly, Arthur, Bill, Ginny, Ron, even Hermione Granger.

When you saw the twins you gave them fist bumps, you kept your voice low, “How’s the joke shop coming along?”

“Mum was mad that we didn’t get as many O.W.L.S as she thought we would. Said we were wasting our brains on jokes.” George explained.

You have a sympathetic smile, “Just so you know, I think it’s so cool you can use your brains like that. Charlie and I will be the first ones in line, promise.” Fred and George’s smiles lit up beaming at you. Fred jutted his thumb towards you.

“Keep her, Charlie, or I’ll kidnap her.” You shook your head, grinning as Charlie came up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a quick kiss to your temple.

“She’s stuck with me forever, sorry boys.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Later that Sunday evening, Arthur, Fred, George, and Ron left to go pick up Harry from the Dursleys.

You were sitting next to Charlie as he was talking to Bill and you. Charlie had his hand on your knee as he talked to his brother.

When everyone got back Arthur was scolding Fred about the ton-tongue toffee he gave to Dudley Dursley. When Molly got involved into the match; you watched the Golden trio and Ginny run upstairs.

When you were setting up dinner, Charlie and Bill had the task of setting up the tables for dinner. Charlie was fighting with his table in the air with Bill’s.

“Charlie, get him!” You cheered, and it seemingly distracted Charlie to lose a leg of his table. When Bill fixed the tables you walked over to Bill giving him a high-five.

“You rotten witch!” Charlie exclaimed. “You two cheated me out.”

“I’m sorry you got distracted by me.” You mock frowned walking back over to your boyfriend.

“You’re just too gorgeous, how could I not?” You rolled your eyes lightly hitting him in the chest as he chuckled.

Dinner was lovely. You sat next to Charlie; listening to Fred, George and him talk about the World Cup.

“It’s got to be Ireland.” Your boyfriend said talking with his mouthful of potato. You rolled your eyes.

“Bulgaria has Victor Krum.”

“I say,” you started turning to the boys, “Ireland’s most definitely going to win, but Lynch isn’t going to catch the snitch. It’ll be Krum.”

George rose his eyebrows, “Did you play quidditch at Hogwarts?”

“‘Course I did. Y/h’s seeker.”

“Woah! Harry’s a seeker himself. George and I are beaters.”

Charlie grinned watching you get along with his family.

The next morning, Ginny and Hermione had woken you up since they had to take the portkey. You had planned on apparating with Charlie, Percy, and Bill. It was just so you could sleep in a bit longer, but that plan had obviously failed. You were now up searching for something to do. Not wanting to wake anyone else, you slipped into the twin’s room. You knew Charlie was staying there.

Charlie seemed to be up too; he was reading a book. He looked up when you opened the door and grinned. Silently, you waddled over to him with your blanket wrapped around you and crawled into the bed next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Couldn’t go back to sleep. Ginny and Hermione had left and it woke me up. It’s alright though, I’ll just stay here with you.” He nodded kissing your forehead and putting the book on the bedside table.

He brought you in his arms cuddling you close to him. Charlie was always so warm and it was so easy to fall asleep in his arms.

By the time you all had apparated and found your tent. You watched as Arthur Weasley was having so much fun with the matches. Bless him.

You were sitting on the couch reading next to Charlie when the trio of Hermione, Harry and Ron had come back.

When you made it to the top box you found your seat next to Charlie and Fred. Fred and George had bet all their savings with Ludo Bagman so they couldn’t get souvenirs. You were proud to know they bet on what you thought was going to happen. So, you bought them both shamrock hats.

When you ran into the malfoys, they eagerly waved and hugged you. They were great friends with your parents and you used to babysit draco. You ruffled up his hair and his cheeks turned pink as he tried to fix it.

“You’re friends with the Malfoy’s?” Harry Potter asked with a tilt of his head.

“Mhm, I used to babysit Draco.”

“I cant believe you could handle that git.” Ron muttered watching Draco stalk off.

As the game went on, at tense moments you would squeeze Charlie’s leg. He would grin and shake his head with a small chuckle.

After the game, you watched the twins eagerly accept their money from Bagman. “Thanks, Y/N. We went with what you told us.”

You shook your head, “Merlin, glad I wasn’t wrong.”

Everyone was celebrating in the tent and you were leaning against Charlie’s shoulder on the couch. You assumed you had fallen asleep because woke up to screams. It seems you were the the only one up when you stepped outside the tent to see a marching bad of death eaters. They were holding four muggles in the air like they were puppets. You screamed running back in.

Death Eaters.

“Charlie!” You yelled waking him, Bill, and Percy up.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He muttered, sleepiness still coating his voice.

“We have to get out of here. Now.” Charlie shot awake.

“What’s happening?” Percy asked, ready to spring into action.

“Death eaters.” You four ran and got Mr. Weasley quickly explaining. You grabbed Ginny and Hermione leading them all outside the tent. You threw a robe over your nightdress and gathered everyone.

Fred and George were supposed to keep up with Ginny. You took the task of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Before Charlie ran off to fight he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. It was needy and passionate.

It was a promise to come back.

“You better stay safe.” You muttered.

“You better kick arse.” He smirked before running after Bill and Percy.

“Let’s go.” You, Ron, Harry, and Hermione took off. That’s when you ran into Draco.

He was so casual. You knew why. He made a comment to Ron about his falling and you rolled your eyes.

“Draco, just stay safe. Please.” You whispered to him as the other three kept running.

“You too.” You took off easily catching up with the three. You heard a man cast the dark mark spell. That’s when you took off after him.

The three kids were shouting not to, but you were going to take him down.

You were stalking him in the forest. Who was the prey? Him or you? You didn’t know. It was getting to quiet.

Then it happened.

The man grabbed you and slammed you on the ground. He kicked you, and you rolled off to the side with a groan.

“Son of a bitch.” You hissed.

When you got up he landed his fist in your nose. You finally fired back kneeing him in the abdomen and punching his nose now. He groaned taking a few steps back before he pounced again yanking you by your hair to face him.

You couldn’t see your attacker. It was too dark in the woods to tell. You heard shouts from where you came from, but when they were coming this way he dragged you by your hair. He hid both of you behind a tree a finger placed to your lips to keep quiet.

You bit his finger and he muttered crazy bitch or something of the sort. He kept quiet as the other man passed finding an elf, Winky.

When he was gone, you took the chance to shove him out of your reach.

—-

As you were fighting, the golden trio and Arthur went back to the tent to find out what was happening.

When they arrived, Charlie quickly stood, “Where’s Y\n?”

“She’s not back?” Harry gasped.

“No? She left with you? Where is she?”

—-

The man had shook you like a rag-doll some more. When you were on the ground, he took the chance to disapparate. You picked yourself up and dragged yourself all the way back to your tent.

“Where is she?” Charlie asked again through the tent.

“Where is who?” You asked slipping into the tent.

To say the least you looked awful. Your robe and nightdress had been ripped and blood splattered across it. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises. Your lip was cut, your nose was bleeding and bruised. Your upper arm had a gash bleeding. Your feet got torn up by the sticks. Your hair was frizzy and sticks were in it from him yanking you and throwing you down.

“Holy shit.” Charlie muttered running over to you. “You look awful.”

You chuckled, coughing a little bit of blood, “You should see the other guy.”

Charlie turned angrily towards the golden trio. “What happened?”

“She ran off into the forest. Whoever cashed the dark mark was right there in our grasp. Y/n took her chance and pounced. We would’ve chased after her but we were circled by the Ministry and having to deal with that. Though I thought Mr. Diggory was searching for a culprit. How did he not find you fighting someone?”

You grinned showing your blood-stained teeth, “he grabbed me by the hair and told me to stay quiet behind the tree. I took the chance and bit his finger.”

“Badass.” Fred smirked from the back of the room.

“Badass.” You agreed, leaning on Charlie. “I haven’t had a physical fight without wands in ages. I kinda just attacked him.”

“Did you get a look at him?” Arthur Weasley asked.

You shook your head, “No. it was too dark.”

Charlie set you up on the table and got his wand to fix you up. “No, babe.” You muttered shaking your head, “I’m the healer, remember?”

“Yes, but you’re hurt. I’ll do what it takes to keep you safe.”

You smiled softly as he patched you up. You were as good as new since there were no magic affects. You sighed, “How’d you rip your shirt? Is that a new scar?” You asked running your finger along it.

“Yeah, badass.” You giggled as he carried you off to bed.

When you got home the next morning you and Charlie decided to stay a few more days. You were cuddled up in bed next to your boyfriend a little sore from last night events at the World Cup. You ran your finger along his scars drawing little patterns.

“Did you mean what you said?”

He hummed glancing from his book to you, “What’re you talking about, Love?”

“That you said you would do what it takes?”

“‘Course I did. I’ll make sure you always come home. I’ll do what it takes.”

You nodded, “You too Weasley.”

“I’ll always do what it takes to bring you home back to me.” You sealed your promise with a kiss.

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