#and don't get me started on his crush with ginny

[wordsarelife]

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Date me? —(Ron Weasley xGN!Reader)

A/N: I never write for my boy it's time I change that. Will do a part two if most of you ask for it leaving a comment or reblogging! -Danny Summary: Lazy afternoon with your friend who you're definitely not crushing on. Words: 821

Warnings: This is basically a 'hear me out' one-shot between friends Twoidiots Masterlist

You could always count on Ron to have the best treats. You could also always count on him when you wanted to sit around and do nothing. Today, you two have decided to do nothing in the common room.

Hermione had gone off with Neville and Hannah Abbott to finish some extra work only they would be eager to finish on a Sunday, and Harry was somewhere in the castle with Ginny, which left the two of you with little to do, not that you were complaining.

"What if the Giant has a nice complexion?"

"I'm still not shagging the giant, Y/N," Ron snorted. You had been going at this 'what if' game for hours, first starting with classmates you knew, but now you'd moved on to more... particular options.

"Okay, but what if it's one of the smaller giants?"

"Would still break a leg trying to get it on," Ron laughed. "I'm not shagging a giant, I'm telling you."

"Ron, you're not playing the game right! It's not about being realistic, you just wonder about it sometimes, no need to explain. For example, my pick is Mer-people."

"They're not a bad pick, everyone has thought of it!"

You laugh. "No, they don't! You're just as mental as me!"

"Fine! You want mental, I'll give you mental," Ron's ears blushed a little but he kept talking anyway. "I think if I had to pick, I'd go with Dementors."

You hold back a laugh and answer in a shaky voice. "Is the mo—?"

"Their mouth is huge!" Ron nods, finishing your sentence.

You cackle, holding your stomach. Ron watches you with mirth, also laughing. When the amusement subsides, you wipe your tears and sit up. "Well, but that's almost like doing it with a corpse, isn't it? Aren't dementors like dead people?"

"I have no idea and I don't wish to find out. Besides, you said being realistic spoils the fun."

"True. Sorry to bring it up." You grin.

Ron chuckled, popping a piece of hard candy into his mouth before replying. "I've got another question."

"Shoot!"

"If you had to pick one of us —one of us four, I mean— which one would you date?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, come on, Ronald, are we circling back to sleepover inquires? That's not even half as fun!"

"Answer the question and I'll go back to the weird ones, then!"

"Fine," you ponder. "Definitely not Harry, he's too thick to understand when someone is flirting with him..."

"All of us are," Ron snorts.

"Well, yeah, but he's the worst," you grin. "And he would find a way to make it awkward anyway, you know he's always reacting in the weirdest ways..."

"Fair enough. That leaves 'Mione and I."

"Well, dating you would mean I would be paying for all the food you ate at our dates, which isn't my idea of fun..."

"Oi! I would have some control, and I wouldn't be letting you pay for everything!" He argues.

"Ah yes, I suppose you'd tip," you tease him. He throws the wrapper of his candy at you, making you chortle. Then you continue to ponder, making a face. "Ah, but then Hermione would never have time for me, would she? It's all school and S.P.E.W., and I have the feeling she'd forget our dates constantly so I'd be basically a fixture on the wall..."

"So it's back to me, then," he smiled with clear satisfaction. "I knew you'd pick me. I'm the looks of this operation."

You snort. "Alright, so who would you pick?"

"Well, can't date Harry because I wouldn't steal my sister's boyfriend, she'd kill me."

"Very wise."

"So I would date you."

You blinked, surprised by his quick decision-making. "What about Hermione?"

"Well, it's like you said, I would only be taking up space in her schedule, and we'd bicker all the time, not that I'd be any better at remembering dates and stuff, but let's face it, I do need attention."

"And you think I'm the right call for that?" You smirked, trying not to sound or look as pleased as you felt.

"Definitely." He mirrored your expression. "You do it all the time already, you come to me when you're looking to have a fun time, so that's something to consider, isn't it?"

"Hm," you nodded pensively. "I s'ppose you're right. Well, how nice of us to pick each other," you joked, trying to rid of the funny feeling in your tummy by playing it down.

"Reckon so, yeah," Ron's smile softened, which only made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

You grabbed a chocolate frog and stuffed it in your mouth, needing to do something other than stare at him. "So," you chew messily. "Harry's life is on the line and you have to french-kiss Umbridge to save him. Would you do it?"

Ron gawked. "Can I do the giant instead?"

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

re.: the weasleys + parenting

what's always bugged me most abt percy's fight with arthur (especially in the fandom, where everyone's like 'oh, he turned his back on harry and betrayed his family to side w the ministry) is that. that's hardly what the fight is about at all. the fight is about the fact that percy, an 18yo kid who just got promoted to his dream job instead of straight up losing any chance at ever being Minister (because they tried to scapegoat him into taking the blame for the crouch business even though he managed to keep the whole department running while his boss wasn't even there), comes home all excited to tell his parents that "Hey, he's not unemployed and bereft of any and all hope for his biggest dream", but rather that his skills and competence got recognized by The Most Important Man In The Government, and molly and arthur look him straight in the face and go—"no you didn't."

there is no mention whatsoever that they even try to be gentle about it, that they congratulate him first and then bring it up later like "just be careful around Fudge, he's always looking for people to get information from and you are the best of both worlds, close to the action and actually good at the job he hired you for", nothing of the sort. they straight up don't even consider how any of those factors might've weighed in Fudge's decision to hire him.

and, perhaps worst of all, they have no faith in Percy. he tells them "I'm working for the minister", and not only do they not spare a second to be happy for him over this frankly momentous achievement (or at the very least concern for the position it puts him in), they jump straight to conjectures and accusations. "you only got this because of Harry" has got to crush Percy, who was raised to believe that good things come to honest, hard-working people and who has been working for this since he was a small child. and it digs the knife deeper when you realize that most of his siblings have basically replaced him with Harry. Harry, who also plays Quidditch and also keeps throwing himself into death-defying dangers and overalls fits much better into the family dynamic than Percy ever has.

and there's just this. crystal clear implication that they do believe Percy would spy on them. he's so Different and Other and Un-Weasley/Gryffindor-like and they've alienated themselves from him so absolutely that they can't see any reasons he wouldn't willingly and consciously jeopardize his parents' livelihood and Harry & his siblings safety just to stay in the Minister's good graces, when if anyone's actually at risk of losing their job for siding with Dumbledore is his father, who's still working there quite merrily and continues to so for a long time afterwards.

Percy, who runs into a freezing lake mid-February while attending an international event as Crouch's replacement to make sure Ron is alright, who pesters Ginny to eat and have a pepper-up potion most of her first year bc she doesnt look well, who tails Harry and Ron a lot of their second and third years bc there's something petrifying kids and then Dementors on the grounds and a mass murderer on the loose and they all just think he's being willfully bothersome like no you idiots he's worried.

of course he left. of course he left. what did he have to gain by staying at the Burrow, beyond fresh home cooked meals harassment and disagreements? why wouldn't he leave?

sorry I have a lot of feelings about this.

No need to apologize, this is brilliantly written!

I don't even feel like I need to add anything as you summed up the Percy situation perfectly.

But I can't help myself because I love discussing the Weasley family dynamics, so it's a bit more rumbley than my usual...

Percy cares so much for his family. When Voldemort is revealed and the war actually starts, he puts all his disagreements with his parents aside to come and help and make sure they're okay, because he cares. And still, he is being shunned and treated like an outsider.

Arthur and Molly Weasley are just really good at alienating their kids because it isn't just Percy.

Somehow all of them succeded in feeling like outsiders in a family of 9. Bill shows frustration with his parents and only returns to Britain because of the war, Charlie's in Romania for most of the series. Fred and George run away the moment they can and are treated like trouble by their parents most of the time (Molly and Arthur assume they are selling stolen goods from Mundungus when they hear they have money, not that they, idk, somehow earned it), Ron has a whole complex of low self-esteem and a tendency to blame himself for everything. Ginny is isolated from her brothers as the only girl and youngest...

And Percy cares and tries to be the best and most responsible sibling and gets scorned in turn.

Harry and Ron do acknowledge Arthur's and Molly's accusation towards Percy was awful and that he was right to respond negatively in OOTP. Ron is just sensitive about their family's financial state which soured Percy to him after Percy blew up at their dad (rightfully so, honestly, I'd say way worse to Arthur if it was me).

The thing is, Percy also gets scorned by his siblings, not just his parents (like Fred and George do). He gets grief for trying to be responsible and for wanting his siblings to do well in school and not get in trouble, Fred and George lock him in a pyramid...

That being said, do I think Percy is perfect? No, he is pretentious and overbearing at times, but he is a child in a large family who tries to find a place to fit himself in. According to child psychology, usually when it comes to siblings, the eldest would usually (at least in childhood) try to be everything the parents want (Bill), and then each next sibling will carve a different niche for themselves, and we see this with the Weasleys. I think the twins being born right after Percy and demanding a lot of attention from their parents from a young age as they were little troublemakers from the start is a big reason why Percy chose the niche of being bookish, ambitious, and responsible for himself. To contrast himself with them and his older brothers and get some attention from their parents.

I'm not a fan of the epilog (like everyone), but I find it hard to imagine Percy being close to his family post-books. I think he never fully got over the sting of not being seen as skilled and competent and that his parents believed he'd turn on them all without a second thought. Nor do I think he should just get over it.

Like, I'm really salty that Percy was the only one to apologize:

“I was a fool!” Percy roared, so loudly that Lupin nearly dropped his photograph. “I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a—a—” “Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.” said Fred. Percy swallowed. “Yes, I was!” “Well, you can’t say fairer that that,” said Fred, holding out his hand to Percy. Mrs. Weasley burst into tears. She ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into a strangling hug, while he patted her on the back, his eyes on his father. “I’m sorry, Dad.” Percy said.

(Deathly Hollows, pages 512-513)

Like, yes, it's great he was smart enough to realize the ministry is corrupt, but this demand only for him to apologize when Molly and Arthur Weasley were just as much in the wrong. Fred and George weren't beacons of sainthood here either. But none of them have apologies demanded of them. None of them are demanded to confess they are "morons". Just Percy.

Who even after his apology is still an outsider. Probably always will be one.

You said it best: "Why wouldn't he leave?"

And that's what we see him do (if temporarily).

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hi, hello! I hope you are doing fine and are happy! I got to know you from your Charlie Weasley fics and I wanted to hop in here!

Charlie had always seemed to me as someone chill most of the time, but when Bill or anyone mentions his s/o or crush, he would become sooo red that his siblings would make fun of him by teasing him how he gives lovesick smiles etc.

I was hoping to hear your thoughts and it would be amazing if you wrote something short and sweet!

Don't forget to take cate of yourself, love you😊🥰

hiiii, love! 😊😊 I hope you're having a great day today too! AHHH thank you so much for liking my Charlie stories! I love writing for him! oh my God! I love this plot so much! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I feel like this is DEFINITELY something that would happen to Charlie! love you too! ❤️❤️

"Oi, Charlie, isn't that your girlfriend?" Bill asked, pointing your way in Diagon Alley.

"What? Charlie has a girlfriend?" George and Fred asked at the same time.

"I don't have a girlfriend!" he glared at them and then at Bill. "She's not my girlfriend!"

"Oh, but you know who I'm talking about" Bill smirked as Ginny giggled being carried on her oldest brother's back.

"Are you sure? Your face is turning red" she chuckled.

"Ginny!"

"They're not wrong" Percy pointed out. "You talk about her non-stop, and the two of you are practically glued together when in school-"

"That is not true!"

"She's coming this way!" Ron alerted him.

"Charlie?" you asked, smiling. You recognized Bill, Percy and you could never not notice the twins. "Hi, I thought that was you" you said walking over to him and hugging him.

"H-hi, love" he said, hugging you and kissing your cheek, trying his best to ignore, Bill's smirk. "F-fancy meeting you here" he stuttered.

"Yeah, it was a bit hard to miss all the redheads" you chuckled. "Hi, Bill, Percy" you nodded their way. "George, Fred" you told them. "And I don't believe I know you two" you said, looking at Ginny and Ron.

"Oh, right" Bill said. "This is Ron, he's starting next year" he informed you. "And this little rascal is Ginny" he told you.

"You're really pretty" Ginny smiled at you, making you feel your cheeks burning.

"Oh, thank you! So are you" you smiled.

"Are you Charlie's girlfriend?"

"RON!"

"Oh, um- n-no" you chuckled, nervously. "We're just f-friends" you explained.

"Um, guys, why don't we go find mum and dad" Bill said, pulling Ron along with him.

"But we wanna stay-" the twins started.

"NOW!" Bill instructed, making all of them follow the oldest Weasly and leaving you and Charlie alone.

"Sorry about that" Charlie said, with his face still flushed.

"It's alright" you insisted. "Your family is awesome" you told him.

"Live with them for eighteen years and then get back to me" he said. "Hey, um... would you maybe like to uh- I don't know, go get some ice cream or something? Sometime?" he asked, nervously, placing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Well, I'm not doing anything right now" you told him.

"R-really?" he chuckled, feeling releived.

"Yeah" you said, as he held your hand and walked you in the opposite direction of his family.

"Mate, see? Now they're going to get ice cream. Without us!" Ron complained to Bill.

[mastermindmiko]

Congrats! You're a heart breaker

an: the title will make sense when you read

Pairing: Bill Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 1933

Summary: You're in love with Bill, unfortunately, Bill's engaged to Fleur

Warnings: Fights, Cheating, Shouting, that's it?

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Requests are open

His entire family is beaming around him, and my heart sinks deeper and deeper, as Fleur shows off the engagement ring she has on her finger. Molly and Ginny are less than pleased to have him marry fleur, but they're still excited.

A hand gets placed on my shoulder, and my grip around my cup tightens in surprise. I look to my side and there's Percy standing beside me. He squeezes my shoulder in support and asks, "Are you alright?"

"I will be." I reply and give him a weak smile. I look back at them and I can't seem to look away. He doesn't even notice that I'm here, and it makes sense, to him I'm only his younger brother's friend.

"Let's go somewhere." Percy says, like he does whenever I get sad. I let him lead me away up to his room. He closes the door behind us and I feel safe enough to let my eyes water. I sit on the bed and grab my blanket that he has stored for me under his bed.

Percy sits beside me and he holds my hand in support. He waves his wand and it brings over a box filled with books. Percy calls it 'the safety box' . It's filled with the books that bring me and Percy comfort and support, whenever one of us feels sad, we grab a book and start reading, the familiar characters fill us with a small sense of joy.

We started the box when Percy fought with his family and he found himself needing more comfort than usual. I never agreed with the whole disagreement, but I had to help my best friend. Eventually, after I gave him a stern talking to, and a couple break downs, he apologized to his family. Molly practically worshiped me the week after he came back.

I pick up one of my favorite books, and he hums in agreement. I grab one of the bookmarks that Percy has on his nightstand and shove it in the first page of the book. He squeezes my hand and says, "I don't think it's going to last."

"Why's that?"

"He doesn't love her." Percy says, and I bitterly chuckle, why would he be engaged to her if he didn't love her? Percy continues, "Bill's a bit like Ron, they're a bit dim when it comes to these types of things."

"And like you." I add, and Percy looks at me confused. I huff, incredulously and say, "Penelope had to give you obvious signs for three months before you noticed anything, and even when you did you couldn't get it through your thick skull. She had to ask you out!"

"That was one time!" Percy complains, and I laugh, "I could name the right if you like."

The door opens and Bill stands there. I wonder how he so easily got away from his family. He looks straight at Percy and then says, "We've been looking for you."

Bill's eyes flicker to Percy's hand that is joined to mine then looks back at his brother. He doesn't spare me a glance, as he turns around to leave, but not before adding, "Come on."

Percy stands and points to the door with his other hand, awkwardly, and repeats, "They're looking for me."

"Go, I'll just stay here for a while." I say, and give him a weak smile, I don't know why I try anymore, Percy already knows that it's fake. He clears his mouth and reluctantly goes to the door. He gives me one more look as if making sure that I'm safe, then shuts the door softly behind him.

I huff and lean back on the bed. This is what happens when you've had the same crush on the same stupid guy since first year.

~~~

I reluctantly went to work next Monday. The ministry has been on edge since the war's started, but it's gotten even worse after Dumbledore died. I worked on training the new Aurors, but not by going on field missions, but by giving them tasks to do, and things to learn.

It was boring most of the time, but I liked working with other people, and helping them reach their dreams of catching dark wizards. This wasn't originally the job I wanted, and I was so close to reaching my dream, but to me, staying home was my priority. I wonder what could've changed if I had gone to Egypt to be a curse breaker.

The worst part of the job was no doubt, the paper work. There was always heaps of it to get done and not enough time to do it. My feet dragged as I went to the office where I do the paper work, instead of the training room where I get to teach Aurors defensive spells.

I'm on the elevator when I notice that there's only few minutes before I'm supposed to be at my office. My boss was unfortunately, Nott Sr., who was not only a tough boss, but a boss was a sexist. He would do anything to get all the women in his department fired, so if I'm late, who knows what'll happen to me.

I bump into someone on my way to the office. I get steadied by two strong hands that feels familiar and I look up to find Bill looking at me. I can't move an inch, with the feelin of both his palms on my skin, it feels as if they're burning me, but I can't move.

"You didn't talk to me the other night." he clears his throat, and I avoid his gaze, I couldn't exactly do that with Fleur hanging off his arm, and I didn't want to either. I reply, shortly, "You were busy."

"Right." He replies, and I really don't know what to say. I look around and I see women eyeing Bill, like they've always had. Bill's attractive, I can't recall a time when he wasn't. We all fancied him when we were third years, but as soon as he graduated, everyone stopped, I didn't.

"Isn't this wonderful?" I hear someone say from behind me, and we turn to find Mr. Diggory coming towards us excitedly. Bill still has an arm on mine when Mr. Diggory comes to us. He grabs Bill's free hand and shakes it, excitedly, "Congratulations! Arthur told me this morning. It's such wonderful news."

Bill smiles awkwardly and thanks the man. Mr. Diggory looks at Bill's hand on my arm which has his engagement ring. I move away from him, as if I couldn't stand having that ring anywhere near me. Mr. Diggory looks between us and his eyes snap to my hand. He looks at me concerned, and says, "My dear, I think you've misplaced your ring! It's only been so song since you've had it!"

I flush a bright red and start to fumble trying to explain to the older man that I wasn't engaged to Bill, despite how much I wanted to be. Bill steps in, and says. "Oh! I'm not- she's not- I'm engaged to Fleur Delacour, sir. Y/N's just a friend."

"I'm one of Percy's closest friends." I interrupt. I've never been Bill's friend and I don't think I ever will be. I give Mr. Diggory a smile. I fix my bag over my shoulder, and excuse myself politely. I walk away, and notice, the clock once again. I groan, I wasn't going to enjoy the talk that Nott was going to give me.

I didn't bother walking faster anyway. I remember what Bill said, and I scoff at his words. When have I ever gave the impression that I was his friend?

~~~

I don't expect to see Bill again until I go to the Burrow once again, but the next day, I find him at the ministry. He was talking to someone, but when he catches me walking, he pauses his conversation and jogs towards me.

I try to rush past him, but he stands in front of me to stop me. I say, "I have class, and I need to go right now."

"You're class starts in ten minutes you have time." Bill says, and rolls his eyes at my antics. I huff and fold my arms over my chest. I look at him with a quirked eyebrow waiting for him to say what he wanted. He avoids my sharp gaze and he fumbles.

"You-you look good today." He stutters and it's my turn to roll my eyes. If it were only a few months ago, I would've jumped up and down at the words. I snap, "What do you want Bill? Why are you here? You don't work here."

"I'm finishing up some things for Gringotts." He says, and I frown, Gringotts, the god forsaken place where everything went to hell. The place he met Fleur. I say, "If you don't have anything to say, let me pass."

"I don't want us to be like this." Bill says, and I don't feel myself getting sad, instead I feel myself getting angry. I hiss, "Are you still engaged, Bill?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then this is how it's going to be." I huff, and walk past him. Onlookers are starting to pay attention to our conversation, and Bill notices. He pulls me off to the side into a secluded area near the toilets where he starts, "It doesn't have to-"

"Bill, leave me alone. Don't talk to me unless it's something Percy related. That's the only way we know each other." I say, and Bill says, "But I don't want it to be that way."

"Can't you understand that talking to you while seeing that stupid ring on your finger is killing me?!" I shout, and I feel my eyes tear up. I lean against the wall, and look away from him. I blink away the tears. I say, "Do you understand how it feels? How I feel?"

Bill doesn't say anything, so I continue to ramble, "I've liked you for forever Bill, and when I went to Egypt, we had fun. I even thought you feel in love with me, like I did with you. You tried to kiss me then ignored me, and I was an idiot to go to you and tell you that I loved you. I don't hear from you for months, and the next time I see you, you're with your family telling them that you got engaged!"

I rub my hands over my face, and wipe away the one tear that fell against my will. My mascara must be ruined. I sniffle and say, "So excuse me, if I don't want to be your friend."

"Wait!" Bill says, before I open the girl's toilets to escape when. I open the door with Bill behind me and we both stand transfixed at the sight inside. I gasp, and that alerts both, Fleur and Roger.

I had no idea that Fleur was here, Percy told me that she was going to France to her parents for a week. Turns out, Parents is code for Roger Davies. Fleur gasps, and pushes Roger away. Bill looks angry, and I take that as my sign to head to my class.

~~~

"The engagement is off." Percy tells me when he enters the flat. I hum in acknowledgement, looking at the set of papers in my hand that were the official grades of everyone in the class, these were the papers that would say if they were going to be Aurors or not.

"Don't you want to go talk to him?" Percy says, and I look up to see Percy shifting from foot to foot in front of me. I narrow my eyes at him, and I bite the insides of my cheeks, and said, "No."

"Too bad." Percy says and as I'm about to inquire about the weird sentence, Bill enters the flat. Percy heads out before Bill can close the door to give us some privacy. I stand up to go to my room, but Bill rushes to talk a hold of my wrist.

"I'm sorry."

Bill was never good at giving heart felt conversations or saying what he was feeling at least to me. He takes a step closer and I look away from him. He takes a hold of my chin in between his fingers, and makes me look at him. My heart skips several beats, and it reminds me of when he almost kissed me. The pleasant feeling leaves me and a bitter one takes it's place.

"I'm sorry that I was an idiot when I didn't kiss you that night." Bill says, and it all comes back to me. That night, I was about to finish my training as a curse breaker and they gave me my acceptance. I was going to work in Egypt, but decided against it. My life was here. I told him and I remember it very clearly.

He had a cake made with the words 'Congrats! You're an official curse breaker' on it. It made me telling him even harder but I did. He shrugged his shoulder like it was no big deal, but I could tell that he didn't want me to leave. The year I spent with him there was one of the happiest times of my life because my crush turned into love that I thought was reciprocated. He hugged me goodbye and when we parted he looked at me like he had something to say. Instead, he grabbed my chin the way he was doing now, and tried to kiss me. He stopped before our lips touched, and left.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you back when you told me." He added. The morning after, I was about to leave for London, and I told him that I loved him. He apologized and left. Bill's hand moved to my cheek to cup it. He says, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you for months, but I had to."

"Why?" I croak out, my voice heavy with emotion. He rubs his thumb over my cheek, soothingly, and answers, "We were going to be apart. We couldn't have a relationship like that, it would've been easier to get over you, if I didn't talk to you."

"And when you came back. What stopped you? Why did you propose to Fleur?" I ask, one question after the other, and he replies, "I couldn't be with you. I wouldn't do that Percy."

"What do you mean?" I ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He smiles, sadly and says, "Percy told me that he liked you, a while ago. I couldn't be with you when my brother liked you."

"A while ago? You mean..." I trail off, thinking if there were any signs of Percy liking me. I have a revelation and I hit his arm. I shout, "You broke my heart because Percy told you he liked me when we were in third year!"

"Ow! Ow! stop, he already gave me enough of that himself!" Bill complained, and moved away from my arms that were hitting him, aggressively. He help both my wrists to stop me, and he looked into my eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

"You're going to have to make it up to me." I say, pointedly. He nods his head. He says, "I'm going to make it up to you, and heal that broken heart of yours. What's the first order of business?"

"Finally kissing me."

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE HARRY POTTER HEADCANONS

Most definitely a stalker. He'll even use his invisibility cloak to stalk you from time to time, so if you ever wondered what the gentle breeze was around you even when you weren't near any windows and didn't see any ghosts? Well, that's Harry for you. But he won't be doing it so frequently since well... with all the people in the wizarding world trying to capture him and kill him and all that

You'd either be in his class or you'd be on one of the Quidditch Teams, doesn't matter which house or he probably met you through mutual friends between you both like Hermione or Ron or Ginny or even Neville for that matter. Or maybe you might've been there for him when Ron was ignoring him during the Triwizard Tournament and telling him to do his best in a friendly way and not behaving like an over obsessive fan girl like Romilda Vane

Eventually, the 2 of you would meet (Or me might even use the Marauder's map to see what you're up to and then 'coincidentally' bump into you) and become friends and who'd pass the opportunity to become friends with THE Harry Potter?

Will fall for you even MORE if you're not like an obsessive fan or something and you believe him when no one else does. Like the Putting of names in the Goblet of fire in the 4th year and the Dementor attack on him during the summer. He admires you and loves for sticking up for him especially against Malfoy. But he kinda feels ashamed of himself since you're gonna be dealing with Malfoy's wrath as well and that's why he'll do his best to make you avoid Malfoy as much as possible

Best if you don't leave anything of yours behind since he's gonna use the summoning charm to get little souvenirs for himself be it some candy wrapper or ring or whatever it might be. He'll want it and love it if it's belonged to you

He will tell you EVERYTHING that went on in his life to you and besides, that's the first step towards a relationship right? No secrets... oh wait... you guys aren't dating yet. Oops... but he doesn't mind it at all, you'll be dating him soon enough anyways. He'll even tell you about all the adventures Ron, he and Hermione had and his friends might think it's weird and strange. The secretive Harry potter spilling his guts to someone he barely even knows? Yep, definitely not strange. He won't even bother denying that he knows Parseltongue

He is one HELLA PARANOID person and you can't exactly blame him here since he's already lost most of his loved ones. So, if he doesn't see you for a while he'll be getting anxious and he'll snap at any and everyone till he gets the news that you're safe and everything's fine with you. What if you were kidnapped? What if some scumbag Death Eater captured you in your sleep? What if Voldemort was trying to kill you? You could be in severe danger! So, this boi here tends to cause scenes after he sees you be it in the Great Hall during breakfast or at class or even the damn Quidditch Pitch. And if Malfoy sees it, even BETTER since he knows Malfoy has a tiny crush on you and although more better to rub it in his face while he looks at him with a smug AF expression on his face

He'll be a blushing nervous mess if you come to his Quidditch matches but he'll be determined to win and catch the Snitch as fast as possible since he really wants to impress you. And maybe do some really cool tricks with his broom along the way if he can

You'll catch Harry following you in his invisibility cloak one day and after you catch him, you'll confront him about it and he'll tell you that you need protection and he's just making sure you're safe and he loves you and needs you. So, you'll start running but it's gonna be in vain since he'll capture and detain you somewhere. Not in the school since it might be risky but somewhere in the Forbidden Forest most probably

He'll send the most nastiest and scariest glares ever to people who ask him about your disappearance and tell them to drop it. His friends won't have solid and concrete proof that he did something to you and they don't want to accuse him of something they aren't sure of. So, he'll be off the hook

Back to him keeping you locked up in some god forsaken place. If you're being adamant and refusing to love him you better pray he isn't considering wiping your memory and casting a Oblivion charm on you to make you forget things because that's EXACTLY what he's thinking about right now. He might ask Hermione about it and as usual, she'll give him the perfect and most detailed answer and if that doesn't work.... well, the Unforgivable curses are always there

No doubt by now he must have become one heck of a twisted whackadoodle and he needs to protect you and it's for your own good and if he has to hurt you to make you think you'll be safe with him then so be it. He might use the Cruciatus Curse on you for like 10 seconds and every time you scream he feels like crying and holding you and begging for your forgiveness but he HAS to make sure you behave well for him. He'll to the begging and crying part later. And of course, the killing curse is always there for people who get in his way and try taking you away from him

[rispwr]

LINGER - JK - MDNI

part two

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part 1

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759138850658566144/linger-jk-mdni-available-on-my-wattpad?source=share

genre:fluff

contents: handjob, a lil bit of tit play, big c jungkook.

What else do i have to do to keep you from lingering in my mind?

pairings : classmate! bestfriend! jk x classmate! reader

genre:fluff

it's a kind of fwb typa stuff so yeah

summary : for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

RAIN

"kook.." i whined as i try to wake jungkook up for school. "5 more minutes pleasee" he whines.

"kook. it's 5:30 am. we need to get ready." i said getting up "but your massage yesterday was so good, i don't think i can move anymoreeee" he whines as he pulls my arm, making me fall on the bed onto him. 

our bodies presses together. my clothed tit makes contact with his toned abs as we make eye contact. he tucks my hair behind my ear, admiring me. "can we shower together?" his straight forward question suddenly shocks me. my crush asking me to shower with him? 

well we have been friends for more than 6 years, ofcourse we have showered with each other in the past but that was when we were still young. now we're graduating highschool and finally going to college in a year. but this time it was different. 

i felt my cheeks turning red as i slowly start to find it hard to not smile. "pervert" i chuckled "but seriously. wanna? to save time?" he said looking at my eyes with his doe puppy eyes "fine" i said getting up from him as he tightened his hold on me "lets go together?" he asks me with a ginny grin. "i'll just wait for you-" before i could even speak or finish my sentence he got up and picked me up in a bridal style making me squeek as he chuckles. 

we reached the bathroom as he puts me down. "you're so unexpected." i let out a chuckle as he starts slipping the strap of my tank top down as it falls on the ground, exposing my tits. 

he lets out a chuckle with a slight smirk, his eyes stuck on my tits 

"hey eyes up here perv" i teased him making the both of us laugh. 

"i'll undress you first alright?" he said calming. i hummed and nodded. his hands makes his way towards my shorts sliding it down. my shorts fall along with my purple lacey panty exposing my abdomen and my cunt. 

"my turn." i said as i look at him whilst unbuttoning his pants "you know? my closet at home is full of your clothes already. might aswell move there instead?" he said jokingly trying to avoid getting hard. i pulled down his pants along with his boxers exposing his large member.

"dang. i don't remember it being this big kook" i laughed shockingly as i look at his big member "it gets bigger when im hard" he adds "i know, we learned that at school" 

he puts our clothes in the laundry as i open the shower. 

he squeezed the soap on the loofa and his hands as he lather it together making a bubbly consistency. 

his hands then starts roaming over my body as i do the same "enjoying this?" i teased him as his hands lingers around my breasts a little bit too intimately "maybe" he said squeezing it as he then moves on. 

"so..what do i do with your...yeah?" i ask him looking at his member "you do this" he said grabbing my hand from his chest to his member, as he positioned my hand on his member as he slowly strokes it "there." he said "just keep doing that, that's how you clean it" he said smirking at me "if you want a handjob just say so" i laughed as i fastened my pace in stroking him "w-w-we're gonna be late..y/n.." he lets out a whimper. "i'm sure it'll be fast. keep going, clean me." i said as i liked the fact i was in control.

he cleans me as i keep on jerking him off making him bite his lip to restrain himself from moaning. "you enjoy this huh?" he chuckles as he pants. 

finally i felt that he was close "i-i-im close.."  he says. i took my other hand cupping his face "shh" i teased him. 

he then finally releases his cum, getting white stuff on my stomach. "was that good?" i asked him with a grin. he caresses my stomach spreading his load all over me "arghh y/n now i have to clean you up again" he scolds me as he gets the shower head, spraying it all over my body as i rinse his member.

we got out of the shower and wraps ourselves with towels, getting out off the bathroom. i take a look outside the window and it was 

raining very hard

*ping* my phone rings a notif from the school

"hi students of class 1-3, classes today are suspended due to heavy rain and for the safety of our students we suggest all of you to stay at home and relax for today. we will be continuing tommorow if the weather gets better."

"hey kook, we don't have classes todayyy!!" i said smiling to him "let's sleep more. i'll tell eomma i'm at your house" he said pulling me into the sheets with him "let's get dressed first?" i said "okay ma'am" he said sarcastically as he pulls away to change into his clothes as i do the same.

we were now on the bed, spooning each other, as we fall asleep to the sound of the rain.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hot take but Percy Jackson actually isn't anything like Harry Potter and the reason they're popularly compared is due to the mass mischaracterization and misenterpretation that leads to sanatization of Percy to turn him into a more standard protagonist despite the whole point his character being that he's NOT normal while Harry's is that he IS and that made him into a very bland and lowkey passive aggressive bigot that's an awful example for kids while Percy is the perfect role model.Like let's look them over.Percy:

Was born poor and never becomes rich

Is a child abuse victim with consistent trauma responses and unhealthy coping mechanisms all the way starting at The Lightning Thief

Beat up bullies as a kid,was targeted by them to begin with because he's neurodivergent and his teachers picked on him too

Has nothing but love and respect for his fellow minorities,women especially thanks to being a mama's boy with no positive older male figures in his life except Beckendorf

Is pessimistic,sardonic,anger issued,bad at socializing and gets embarrased to be overly open with his emotions but none of this turns him into a bad person but instead makes him realistic and relatable

And he's also kind,gentle,nurturing to the point of basically adopting younger demigods as his found siblings and pseudo-kids if they don't have positive adult figures in their lives already,encouraging,loyal to a literal fatal fault and has a distinctive and iconic sense of humor that never dosen't land

Didn't like Annabeth or Rachel for shallow reasons and instead for their personalities and only wasn't into Reyna because he was taken at the time and treats all three of them very nicely

Is an instigator who's driving point as our hero is taking down corrupted figures but also does activism for the lesser treated people in his world by helping out every time he gets a chance to,has one of his core trait's being that he's COMPLETELY devoid in power hunger and pretty arguably counts as an anarchist because of this

Relating to the sense of humor thing again,his whole PERSONALITY is distinctive-He's not just some fantasy protagonist,he's PERCY JACKSON.The name alone gives everybody who's read the books flashbacks to all his crazy ass shit(affectionate)and that's how you know you've got a well-written protagonist

And Percy is legitimately transfem-coded,because i've met so many trans women in the Pjo fandom and every single one of them without exception have said that she's a femme trans woman egg.This also applies to black/afrolatino folks and autistics in the fandom like me to a less near universal extent

While Harry:

Grew up middle class and then got riches out the ass when the series started

Is a very poor attempt at positive abuse survivor rep because he uses his mental health as an excuse to a huge dick with no consequences given to him afterward

Had no tormenters other than the Dursleys

A 'dosen't know better and refuses to learn' typa bigot with tons of passive aggressive remarks about girls and ableism and fatphobia thrown in too,not to mention racist moments like hating Dean for dating Ginny

Is the quintessential young male fantasy protagonist and this is exactly his problem because it makes him boring asf and we're dealing with so much fucking damage in the kids fantasy genre thanks to his musty ass

All his crushes were shallow(Only liked Cho for a pretty girljock and only noticed Ginny when she became one too and prioritizes looks and society's idea of 'coolness' on the other girls his age too like damn i wonder why he only ever saw Hermione as a sister,surely it can't be connected /s)

Never does actual justice fighting unless he's required to and don't tell me he shouldn't have needed to because this wasn't real life,it was a magics series so he should've fought evil on purpose like Percy did and so did Katniss Everdeen and the Pevensie Siblings and all the other actual good kids books protags.This genre is supposed to be a power fantasy for kids that they can be heroes too and Harry failed big time at his job just like he did at everything else

Again,he is VERY mediocre as a character but mediocrity sells and now we have a million clones of him instead of real mcs

Is part of exactly zero minorities,neither intentionally or accidentally,and that made him grow up to be a cop.Douchebag ass white straight boy Harry vs Autistic afrolatina transfemme slay Percy.No competition,Percy's punk so she'd kill Harry to earn her blue laces

And before Maraturds and Luke/gods stans get bold,you're literally him irl but worse besties♡

[hjparisian]

speak now or forever hold your peace- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x reader (she/her pronouns) w: not proofread, bit of swearing, mean ginny (it's for the plot i swear i love her shes so slay) a/n: in honor of speak now tv being announced (and exams being over) i decided to write this lil thing. pls note i have not been to a wedding so excuse how its written.

It was the day that (Y/N) was dreading the most. Harry and Ginny's wedding day. She was honestly shocked that she was even invited, though she assumes it was cause of Harry. Though she was friendly with the Weasley's, she was never really close with Ginny.

(Y/N) and Harry briefly dated during fourth year but decided to remain friends. But the feelings never really left (Y/N). Even after she saw him go after Cho and Ginny, there was always a part of (Y/N) that would always love Harry.

She was debating on just staying home, wallowing in pity while eating her favorite ice cream and watching whatever was on the telly. But (Y/N) knew that Harry wanted her to go, and she couldn't ignore her best friend's wishes.

So now here she was, at the venue in a lavender colored dress, deciding if she should just run away now. As she ready to back out, she heres a voice calling her name.

"(Y/N)!"

(Y/N) turns around and sees Harry walkings towards her with a grin on his face. Well, fuck. So much for escaping.

"Hey Harry." She responds, forcing a smile on face. He looks good, she thought. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt underneath the jacket. Even though it was simple, he made it look beautiful.

"I didn't think you'd come," Harry says sheepishly. (Y/N) speaks, "Well I couldn't miss my best friends wedding. Also, I didn't think you'd let me stay home." Harry chuckles at that.

"So," (Y/N) started. "How are you feeling? It's your big day after all."

"In all honesty, I'm really nervous," He says. "I just have a feeling that maybe this isn't right." (Y/N) was shocked at that part.

"What do you mean? Isn't this what you've been wanting? You were crushing on Ginny since sixth year and now you got her."

Harry sighs. "I know, I know. But I can't help but think that it should've someone else. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have done this."

Someone else? As much as (Y/N) wanted to know who he was thinking, it wasn't important. "Harry, the Weasleys would probably kill you if you called off the wedding. Besides, it's probably just nerves like you said, so don't let it get to you."

"But I can't get this feeling to go away," Harry says. "I think it would be just as bad if I were to marry Ginny while thinking about someone else than calling off the wedding.

He examines (Y/N), eyes flicking from her lips to her eyes. "(Y/N), I think I-"

"Harry!" The two turn to see who it was, finding Hermione running towards the two. "Oh hello, (Y/N)!" She smiles before turning back to Harry. "Do you know where Ginny's bouquet is? We can't find it. Oh, and Ron thinks he's lost the rings. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley have gone mad and won't stop yelling."

Harry lets out a groan, "I better go figure this out. (Y/N) I'll catch you in a bit." He runs off, leaving (Y/N) and Hermione alone.

Hermione turns to look at (Y/N) before speaking. "How are you feeling?"

"If I'm being honest Hermione. I feel like shit," (Y/N) complained.

Hermione was always there for (Y/N) and vice versa. She was there when (Y/N) and Harry first got together and when they ended it. She watched as (Y/N) gazed at Harry with Ginny during sixth year. Hermione knew that (Y/N) still loved Harry.

"You know, I was kind of thinking it would always be you and Harry." Hermione said. "I think Ron did too. Don't get me wrong, Ginny is a good girl, but I could never really see her and Harry together."

(Y/N) spoke, "Well, I guess that's how it's gonna be. But Harry's not sure if he wants to go through with it. Says he feels like there's someone else. As much as I don't want to see Harry getting married to someone else, I don't want the Weasleys to hate him for calling it off." There seemed to be a flicker of realization through Hermione's eyes, seeming to piece some unknown puzzle together.

"(Y/N), have you ever thought that maybe he misses you? I saw the way he was looking at you when I was looking for him, and it's definitely not a way friends normally look at each other."

Before the two could say anything else, there was a faint "Hermione! Where are you?" Hermione sighed. "I should go back. But (Y/N), think about it, and think about what you want." She turns and runs off, leaving (Y/N) alone.

(Y/N) began to walk around the venue, not ready to sit down and anxiously wait for the worst thing to happen. "What do I truly want?" She thought. She certainly didn't want to see Harry marry Ginny. And is there really a chance he misses her?

While deep in her thoughts, she bumps into the man that she was thinking about. "Oh! I'm sorry Harry, I should've been looking," She says.

"It's alright (Y/N)." He smiles at her. "I should prolly get going though, you should too, the wedding is about to start." He starts to leave, but a hand grabs his wrist before he could keep going.

"Wait, Harry," (Y/N) says. "What if you don't go through with this? Let's just leave, we can sneak out the back door!"

"But (Y/N), you said-" (Y/N) cuts him off. "I know what I said, but you should follow your intuition. If there's really someone else you're thinking about, you can't marry Ginny!"

"It's too late-" "It's not too late Harry! You can still back out!"

"(Y/N) I-" There a voice that cuts him off.

"Hey, Harry!" It was Ron. "We gotta go mate, the weddings about to start."

"Oh right," Harry says. "(Y/N) I'll see you." He smiles sadly as both him and Ron leave.

(Y/N) decides to go inside and take her seat between two people she didn't know. It seemed like everyone in the world was here just for this one wedding. Well, it is the wedding of the Chosen One so, guess it makes sense.

The wedding music began playing. Out comes Ginny in a big poofy wedding dress, strutting with high confidence. If it weren't for the fiery orange hair contrasting it, (Y/N) would've thought she looked like some sort of pastry.

She turns to look at Harry, only to see him looking back at her. Upon seeing she noticed, he move his gaze to Ginny as she now stood in front of him.

The priest began speaking. "We are gathered here today to..." But (Y/N) could barely listen. Worried for her friend who was about to marry someone he no longer loved. And even though Harry managed to defeat Voldemort, there's no way this man is going to back out of a wedding to the family that took care of him during his Hogwarts years.

"...to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Ginny smiles before saying, "I do!" The priest turns to Harry. "And do you, Harry James Potter, take Ginerva Molly Weasley to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

There was a moment of silence, everyone excited to hear Harry say those two words. "I um," he mutters out. If one looked closely at Ginny Weasley, they could see her eyes almost glaring at him. "Come on Harry." She quietly says to him.

"I-er, I do," Harry says.

"If there is anybody in this room who can show just cause why these two should not join in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Silence. The one and final chance to stop this from happening.

The priest began to speak, "Well I-" A figure in a lavender dress stands up, shaking visibly. Loud gasps fill the room, everyone wondering who is this girl that's stopping the event of a lifetime. Ginny was fuming. Mrs. Weasley looked like she could faint. Hermione looked shocked but started to seem somewhat proud at the girl. And finally Harry, looking both stunned and relieved.

"I object." (Y/N) exclaims. "I'm sorry Weasleys but, I can't let Harry get married without hearing how I feel about him." She turns to Harry. "Harry, I've been in love with you since the moment we met on the train when we were eleven. Even when we broke up in fourth year and decided to stay friends, I still loved you. Seeing you with Cho and Ginny hurt me, but I never wanted to say anything because you looked so happy. But I'm still in love with you. If you still love me, I'll be outside if you want to join me. But if you love Ginny more, I understand and support your choice, and I hope you'll have a great marriage."

She walks away, not looking back to see what he might say. The audience looks at Harry and Ginny, who looks ready to burst.

"I cannot believe the audacity of that bitch! She just shows up and ruined our wedding!" She screams. "Thank goodness she fucking left. Now we can finish this, right Harry?"

Harry was staring at the door where (Y/N) exited. The one girl that was there during every single adventure at Hogwarts, was in love with him. The one girl he's been thinking about and missing lately, was so close to being in his arms.

"Harry!" His eyes land on Ginny. "They're waiting! Just one kiss and we're finally married."

"Ginny, I can't marry you."

The crowd gasps and Harry's ninety-nine percent sure Mrs. Weasley fainted this time.

Tears started lining Ginny's eyes. "Why not?! Cause of her? You're gonna leave me for her?"

Harry felt somewhat bad for the girl. She was about to get married to the man of her dreams only for him to end it. "I'm sorry Ginny, I still love her. And it wouldn't be fair for me to marry you when I'm missing someone else. You're a nice girl, Ginny and you deserve someone better."

Harry starts running out to find (Y/N). "Harry don't you dare!" He hears Ginny scream, but he doesn't turn back. Only focusing on finding the one he loves.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you!" He screams.

He hears his named being called by her. "Harry!" He sees (Y/N) running towards him. "Absolutely stunning" he thought to himself.

(Y/N) jumps into Harry's arms, almost knocking them over. "I still love you (Y/N)," Harry says to her. "I love you. You're the one I want to be with."

Harry smashes his lips against (Y/N)'s. Proving to her that he's all hers. She kisses back, hands on his shoulders while Harry's was on her waist.

Harry was the first to pull back, staring at how beautiful (Y/N) looked. Lips and cheeks tinted from the kiss, the sparkle in her eyes, the way her lavender dress fit her perfectly. She was beautiful, and she was Harry's.

"I love you Harry." She breathes out.

"I love you too (Y/N)," He says.

"Let's run away."

[whinlatter]

In your opinion when did Ginny start drifting away from Dean? What was it that made her decide she didn’t want to be with him anymore? I know it can’t just be him helping her through the door because it’s such a small reason to break up with someone. Did she start to notice Harry noticing her? Or did the relationship run it’s course?

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I actually think Ginny started to suspect something had changed in Harry's feelings for her not long after he himself realised, after the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, early November. The scraps of evidence for this headcanon are few and far between but you can nonetheless prise them from my cold dead hands. Even before Harry himself realised he had feelings for Ginny, he was asking to hang out with her (on the train, in Hogsmeade) in ways that definitely would have seemed new. Then after the match itself:

'Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly. Avoiding her gaze, he clapped a cheering Ron on the back instead as, all enmity forgotten, the Gryffindor team left the pitch arm in arm, punching the air and waving to their supporters.'

Ginny is a very good reader of Harry's emotions and responses at this point in the series. She seems to clock that Harry has just given her this very weird, out of character hug - weird both in that it's clearly very physically awkward and brief, but also weird in that Harry has given her a hug at all, when he's never initiated a hug with any other character before, let alone her. Then, this chat at the after party, immediately after Harry has just ditched a group of admiring (and extremely willing) girls flirting with him:

'“It looks like he’s eating her face, doesn’t it?” said Ginny dispassionately. “But I suppose he’s got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Harry.” She patted him on the arm; Harry felt a swooping sensation in his stomach, but then she walked off to help herself to more butterbeer. Crookshanks trotted after her, his yellow eyes fixed upon Arnold.'

This is the first time Ginny touches Harry in the series. It's innocuous enough to anyone watching - Chaser pats Captain on the arm after a game - but given how unusual it is for Ginny to touch Harry, so soon after their previous strange interaction where Harry initiated touch with Ginny for the first time, I think we can see this interaction as Ginny testing her theory. (Tbh I think Harry's response to her here, including the fact that he literally doesn't even speak in front her lol, would give her even more reason for suspicion.)

I basically think Dean and Ginny are doomed after this. Not because I think Ginny would be like great Harry likes me time to break up with Dean - I think she's got months of pranging out about it ahead of her. But I think the stage is set for Ginny starting to actively compare Dean to Harry, and finding him wanting. Between the more morsels of evidence she gets in the following weeks (taking Luna to the ball, the maggot incident), and how miserable Ginny seems at the prospect of going back to Dean in the New Year, I think there's good reason to suspect she had clocked that Harry might, at long last, be returning feelings for her. (I tried to talk a bit about Ginny's view of Dean here).

I know a lot of fics and general fanon has Hermione working Harry's crush out first and pointing it out to Ginny, but I actually really don't buy this! There's no real proof of Hermione noticing Harry's changing feelings for Ginny until really late on. On the topic of Slughorn's party, she tells him to "just invite someone", and doesn't seem to suspect anything after he lies that there's no-one he wants to invite. I genuinely don't think Hermione knew until mid-March:

“Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it,” said Harry, still trying to sound casual. “Or are they still together?” “Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?” asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look. “I just don’t want my Quidditch team messed up again!” he said hastily, but Hermione continued to look suspicious, and he was most relieved when a voice behind them called, “Harry!” giving him an excuse to turn his back on her.

Of course, after this point, Hermione is in full super sleuth mode. To Hermione, Ginny's argument with Dean suddenly makes a lot more sense now she's realised that a) Harry likes Ginny and b) Ginny has already worked out Harry likes her and so is sabotaging her relationship with Dean. After Ginny and Dean break up while Harry is on Felix Felicis (subtle from HJP), Hermione knows for sure what's going on, and is deliciously smug and unsubtle about it in ways that makes me think if she had known before this, she would have let on. It's true that Harry is oblivious, but it's also true that Hermione has never passed up a chance to say I told you so (she's just like me fr)

[allthesmutl0vers]

Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part Four)

TW: Nicknames like 'little one,' 'baby,' 'darling,' anxiety, fluff, sexual references, Fred and George x F! Reader, Y/N (Don't judge me pls, I love it, but I will try to start using less) (I'm trying to get better at listing TWs) *Smut is coming I promise, we're just building up to it*

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Chapter Four

Y/n

Y/n

No parents around and a house full of horny teens? Yeah, this will end well. 

“Why are the three of you soaking wet?” Ginny asks us as we walk into the living room and see everyone sitting around the fire. 

“And where did you guys go? We looked for you,” Ron asks, his confused expression matching everyone else’s. 

“I pushed them in the lake after they threatened to throw me in,” I shrug with a smirk at Fred and George. 

“Nice,” Harry laughs.

“Seems like they got what they deserved, nice going, y/n,” Ginny smiles and laughs. 

“Damn, is everyone on your side?” Fred asks me, rolling his eyes with a chuckle. 

“No kidding,” George adds. 

“Now, now. Simmer down, boys,” I tease them, patting their arms.

“Should we play a drinking game? Since Mum and Dad are out for the night?” George asks, draping his arm around me. 

“Where are we going to get alcohol?” Hermione asks, much to my surprise. 

“Hermione Jean Granger, drinking?” I fake a gasp with a smile. 

Hermione rolls her eyes and giggles. “Hey, I did all of my summer reading and then some. Besides, this is the last year that we’ll all be able to celebrate going to school together,” she explains. 

“Where are we going to get alcohol?” Ron asks curiously. 

“Don’t you worry about that, little brother,” Fred winks and runs upstairs with George following behind him. 

“I’m going to go change,” I tell everyone before I go up the stairs to Ginny’s room. I close the door behind me, change out of my wet clothes, and put on a clean pair of red and gold flannel pajama shorts, a new shirt, and a dry pair of socks, putting my wet sneakers on the heater to dry. 

Everyone is already back when I get downstairs. Fred and George have changed, too. Both wear white tank tops, grey sweatpants, and socks. Fuck, they look so hot like this. I jump over the back of the couch, landing between them. “So, truth or dare?” I ask everyone. 

“Sounds fun,” Harry says with a smile. Fred pours us all a shot of fire whiskey, and Hermione starts off the game. 

“Umm,” she looks around and lands on Harry. “Harry, Truth or dare?” She asks. 

Harry thinks for a moment before answering. “Truth.”

Hermione smiles. “Do you like anyone in our year?” I smile, knowing she asked because he’s been not so discreetly crushing on Ginny forever. 

Harry blushes and nods. “In our year?” Hermione nods. “Yeah,” Harry smiles and looks over at Ginny, who is smiling too. Now that it’s Harry’s turn, he turns to Fred. “Fred, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Fred smirks and takes another shot. 

“Okay,” Harry thinks for a moment. “I dare you to take three shots. Back to back with no chaser,” Harry challenges him. I can’t help but smirk, knowing that’s lightweight for Fred. 

“Psh, easy,” Fred chuckles and lines up three shot glasses, filling them and taking them without missing a beat. He sucks in a breath after he takes the last one and sighs contently before turning to me. “Y/n, love. Truth or dare?”

“Fuck, um, truth,” I answer, leaning back against George’s arm draped behind me on the couch. 

“Do you like anyone besides Draco?” Fred asks, biting his lower lip. Everyone stops laughing at the mention of his name, like somebody fucking died. 

I sigh and lean toward Fred with a smirk. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have my eyes on a couple of people,” I tease before looking at everyone else. “And listen, guys, you don’t need to feel weird saying his name. He’s fucking dead to us now. Fuck him, well, not literally because he sucks in b-” I cut myself off and purse my lips for a moment. “Just because he sucks.” 

George laughs and leans forward. “Wait, wait, say that again?” He laughs. “Was Draco bad in bed?” He taunts. 

I put my hands up and laugh. “Hey, I already answered my truth,” I laugh. 

“Oh, that is brilliant,” Fred laughs hard as I take another shot. 

I turn to Ron. “Ron, truth or dare?” I ask with a smirk. 

“Uh, truth,” he answers. 

I smile and lean forward. “Is it true that you’ve been crushing on Miss. Granger for over a year?” I ask. I know they both like each other and if I’m not getting laid, at least someone should.

“Yes,” Ron answers, looking at Hermione who is bright red with a blush, and puts his arm around her. He then turns to Ginny. “Ginny, truth or dare?” 

“Hit me with a dare,” Ginny says confidently. 

“I dare you to kiss Harry,” he challenges. 

Ginny smiles and turns to Harry. She cups his face and kisses him deeply. We all cheer, clap, and laugh as Harry turns bright red when Ginny pulls back. He smiles and pulls Ginny into his lap as she looks over at George. “Truth or dare, Georgie?” 

“Truth,” he answers with a smirk. 

Ginny smiles deviously at me before looking at George again. “Is it true that you and Fred are still pining after y/n?” Now, it’s my turn to blush. 

George’s eyes land on mine as he looks down at my lips and back up at my eyes again. “Yup, since fourth year.” My eyes widen as I look over at Fred to confirm. They’ve liked me ever since then? 

Fred nods and leans in close, our noses almost touching. “Don’t look so surprised, little one.” 

George tips my head back to his and looks into my eyes. “Y/n, darling, truth or dare?” He asks smoothly. 

“Um, d-” the house phone ringing cuts me off before I can finish my answer, and I stand up to answer it. “One sec,” I wink at George before picking up the phone and placing it to my ear. “Weasley residence, y/n speaking.”

“Y/n?! Are you there?!” Molly asks in a loud panic. 

“Yes, Molly, it’s me, what’s wrong?” I ask, giving everyone behind me a weird look. Fred and George stand up and walk over to me, trying to listen in. 

“Y/n, you need to come to King Henry’s Hospital in London now,” she says in a hurry. 

“What? Why? What happened?” I ask, worrying something happened to Arthur. Then it hit me: she didn’t ask for her kids. She asked for me. “Molly?” I ask quietly as I look at Fred and George. “Are my parents okay?” I ask nervously. 

I hear Molly sniffle on the other line. “We’ll talk when you get here. Do you know how to disapperate? If not, have Fred or George bring you. But get here quickly; everyone else can stay behind if they wish,” she answers. 

“I’m on my way,” I hang up without saying goodbye and look around for my shoes in a panic. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Fred asks me. 

“My shoes, I can’t find my shoes!” I start to panic as my mind swirls. 

Fred stops me and holds me in place with hands on my arms, leaning down to my height as I breathe heavily. “Darling, stop for a minute. Take a breath,” I do my best to take a deep breath before Fred continues. “Good. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” 

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I begin to shake. “My parents are in the hospital, and Molly said I need to come right away. I can’t find my shoes,” I sniffle. 

“I got your shoes,” George says, kneeling in front of me and sliding my slip-on Vans on my feet before standing up. George cups my face and looks into my eyes, brushing away my tears. “We’re coming with you.” 

“We’re coming too,” Harry says behind them, standing with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. I nod as we all slip on coats and shoes. 

“It’s King Henry’s Hospital in London,” I tell them as we step outside and start to disapperate. Harry with Ginny, Ron with Hermione, and Fred and George with me. 

The hospital lights shine bright in the night as we land across the street. I let out a shuddering breath and Fred and George take my hands in theirs. “It’ll be alright, little one,” he promises softly.

“Don’t think the worst until we know what’s happening,” George reminds me as we cross the street. I nod as we walk into the emergency room. 

We all run over to Molly, my hands slipping from theirs as we reach her and I hug her tightly as Arthur pulls everyone else away. I don’t see any blood, so that’s a good sign. Right? “What happened?” I ask Molly frantically as I pull back, and she leads me over to the seating area. 

“There was an accident,” Molly says softly. “Your parents were in the car in front of us, and a big truck came out of nowhere and crashed into the side of their car. The paramedics got there as quick as they could, and they were taken here in an ambulance,” Molly explains. 

“Are, are they alive?” I ask, tears filling my eyes again as my voice shakes. 

Molly strokes my hair and sniffles. “The paramedics got them out, and they were alive. They were rushed here. We got here as quickly as we could, but they had already been taken into surgery,” Molly looks at me as I wipe away my tears. “I’m sure they’ll be alright.” 

I can’t lose them,” my voice cracks as more tears begin to fall.

Molly shushes me and pulls me in for a hug. “Now, now. Let’s not think that way, dearie. They’re doing everything they can,” Molly says, trying to soothe me. 

George

“Dad? What happened?” I ask as he pulls us away from Mum and y/n. I look back and see Mum holding her and y/n crying. 

“Her parents were in a car accident. It was bad,” Dad says softly as the other four gasp behind us. “They’re in surgery now.”

“Are they going to live?” Fred asks quietly. The look on his face tells me he’s just as worried as I am.

Dad sighs. “Honestly, son, I don’t know,” This is bad, so fucking bad. The others go to get coffee and snacks, leaving me and Fred with Dad. 

Dad looks at both of us. “Have you guys been drinking?” he asks seriously. 

There’s no point trying to lie or hide it. “Yes,” I answer truthfully. “But nobody drank that much. We’d only just started when y/n got the call from Mum.”

Dad sighs and shakes his head. “Given the circumstances, I’ll let it slide. And I won’t bring your mother into this,” Dad says to both of us. “But I seriously suggest you all get some coffee in you and sober up. And since when are Harry and Ginny together? And Ron and Hermione?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

I look over at Fred, who looks back at me before answering. “Well, I guess during a game of truth or dare,” Fred clears his throat. “Everybody kind of told each other how they feel.” 

Dad narrows his eyes and tilts his head as he looks at both of us intently. “Everybody?” 

“Um,” I look over at y/n before looking back at Dad again. “Yeah.”

Dad nods and chuckles once. “Well, I’d say it’s about time,” he says, shaking his head before pointing at us. “But I expect you two to be perfect gentlemen. And don’t go forcing her into something she isn’t ready for,” he says, placing a hand on each of our shoulders. “She’s been through so much in the last two days. And the last thing we need is to lose her because you two couldn’t be patient with her. Do I make myself clear?” 

“We will,” we promise simultaneously.

Dad nods as the others all bring back cups of coffee for everyone. “Good. Now, bring her a coffee and try to keep her calm. Your Mother and and I will go see if there is any update.” 

Y/n

“Here comes everyone else,” Molly says, standing up. “You stay here, and Arthur and I will go see if there is any news,” I nod as she walks away, and Fred and George sit down on either side of me. 

“Here, darling. Drink some coffee, it’ll help,” George says, handing me a cup as he and Fred wrap an arm around me. My boys. 

“It’ll be okay, y/n,” Hermione tells me as she sits down across from me. 

“I hope so,” I sniffle. “I can’t lose my parents.” 

Harry squats down in front of me and takes my hands. “You won’t lose them, y/n,” he says, looking into my eyes. “And if Merlin forbid, fate should step in. I lost mine, too. I know that feels, and I will help you in any way I can. But I truly, truly believe that they will be okay,” Harry reassures me. 

“Thanks, Harry,” I say softly. He nods and moves to sit by Ginny. I let out a sigh and lean against George’s shoulder as he strokes my hair and Fred rubs my back. 

We all sit together, silently praying for good news as Molly and Arthur come back. “There’s no word yet. They’re still in surgery. Which is good news,” Arthur reminds me before turning back to everyone else. “Does anyone want to go home and sleep and come back? I can drive you.”

Everyone shakes their heads, and he and Molly sit down. “You guys can go home and sleep. It might be hours. I won’t be mad,” I tell Fred and George. 

“As long as you’re here, we’re here too, little one,” Fred says, holding one of my hands and intertwining his fingers with mine. 

“Exactly. We’re not going anywhere, darling,” George says softly, kissing the top of my head. I catch Molly looking at us and half-expect her to be upset. But instead, she smiles softly and nods before leaning her head on Arthur’s shoulder. 

Hours pass, and Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione have all fallen asleep sitting up in their chairs. Finally, a doctor comes out. “Hunt family?” He announces to the waiting room. 

“Here!” I stand up quickly and raise my hand. The doctor motions for me to follow, and the twins, Molly and Arthur, follow, too, as I walk up to him. 

“And your name?” The doctor asks. 

“Y/n, Hunt. I’m their daughter,” I answer as he writes something down and looks at the twins and their parents. 

“Mhm. And your guests?” He asks curiously. 

I look at Fred and George. “Um, these are, um. My boyfriends, Fred and George,” I point to Molly and Arthur. “And these are their parents, Molly and Arthur.” 

The doctor looks stunned for a moment before he clears his throat. “Oh, I see. Well, it’s typically hospital policy that-” 

I cut him off in a hurry. “Anything you have to say, they can hear. Now, where are my parents?” I ask in a panic. Fred and George each hold one of my hands, trying to calm me down. 

The doctor sighs and leads us all into a private waiting room. “Please, have a seat.” 

“Oh, God,” I mutter softly as we all sit down around the table in the center of the room. 

The doctor takes a seat across from me and pulls out his chart. “Your parents have both received very serious injuries. Your mother fractured her skull, which resulted in a brain bleed,” I put my hand to my mouth as my legs begin to shake. Fred and George each put a hand on my thighs. “She also got a fractured pelvis and both legs.” 

I sniffle as the doctor describes my father’s injuries next. “Your father took the brunt of the damage. His spinal cord was fractured, and we are unsure if he will walk again. We will have to wait until he wakes up, but we are being optimistic. His scans showed no breaks, although he did fracture his skull as well, but we found no evidence of a bleed. He’ll have a nasty concussion when he wakes up.” 

“So, they’re alive?” I ask quietly. 

The doctor nods. “Yes, Miss. Hunt. They are both alive and out of surgery.” 

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Molly sniffles as she stands behind me and puts an arm on my shoulder. 

“And the driver that hit them? I am prepared to testify if need be,” Arthur says seriously. 

“The driver who caused the accident received no injuries, although he did have a blood alcohol level of 1.9. Over twice the legal limit. He has been released into police custody. As far as I know, he has been arrested for a DUI, reckless driving, and two counts of attempted vehicular manslaughter,” the doctor explains.

“Can I see them?” I ask quietly.

The doctor nods. “If you will all follow me, I will take you to them.”

“Son of a bitch should be in Azkaban if you ask me,” Arthur mutters behind me and the twins. 

“Arthur, not in front of the muggles, and watch your language!” Molly quietly chastises him. 

 We get to my parents’ room, and I gasp softly, seeing them both hooked up to ventilators. “I know it looks scary,” the doctor says, checking their vitals. “But it’s just to help them breathe until they wake up,” he says, walking back to the door. “I’ll leave you guys. Press the call button if you need anything,” he says, closing the door behind him.

I let go of the twins’s hands and make my way to my parents. “Mum? Dad?” I ask quietly. “Please don't leave me,” I plead quietly and sit next to my dad. Nearly three hours pass, and I feel my dad’s fingers twitch in my hand. “Dad?!” I exclaim, and he groans. I look back at Molly, Arthur, and the twins. 

“I’ll go get the doctor!” Molly says as she hurries out of the room.

“Dad, it’s me!” I tell him as his eyes flutter open, and he coughs around the tube in his throat.

“Welcome back, Phil!” the doctor says joyfully as I step back and smile at Fred and George, who beam with a smile. “Give us just one moment, and we’ll get that tube out,” he says. 

The doctor removes the tube from my dad’s throat, and he heaves and coughs. “My,” he coughs. “My wife, Shiela.” 

“Give me just a moment to check you over, Phil. Can you lift your arms for me?” My dad lifts his arms and drops them on the bed. “Great! And Can you wiggle your toes?” The doctor pulls back the blanket, and my dad's toes wiggle. “Excellent! Very excellent!” The doctor turns back to us with a smile. “I’d like to run a few more tests, but he should be just fine.” 

I breathe a huge sigh of relief. My dad coughs again. “What happened? Where’s my wife?” My dad asks. The doctor tells him everything that happened as I hold my dad’s hand. “And the bastard will be charged?” He asks. 

“He already has been, Phil,” Molly answers, walking up to his bed with Arthur and the twins. 

The doctor nods and grabs his chart. “I’ll be back to check on you, Phil. But you’re very lucky. You’re daughter here has two very doting boyfriends. Haven’t left her side this whole time,” he beams as he exits the room. Oh, shit.

My dad looks at me, stunned, blinking a few times. “Um, what did he say?” My dad asks me, and I feel my face heat up. Before I can respond, my dad chuckles and shakes his head, turning to Arthur. “Suppose I owe you two galleons,” he jokes. 

Me and the twins look at each other, confused before I turn back to my dad. “What?”

My dad takes my hand in his and chuckles. “Honeybee, a father knows when his daughter is truly in love,” he says to me with a smile before looking at Fred and George. “And he especially knows when two young lads are both pining for her heart.”

“You’re not mad?” I ask, confused. 

My dad shakes his head. “No, not at all, honeybee,” my dad chuckles. “I mean, did I see you ending up with both of them? No, what father would? But I do know that they both have your best interests at heart. And I also know,” he says, turning to look at Fred and George. “That they know to keep it in their pants,” he says, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh my Gosh, Dad!” I exclaim, embarrassed. Fred and George chuckle behind me. 

“Absolutely, sir,” They answer in sync. 

“We only have the highest respect for her honor,” Fred says, laying it on thick and making me wish the Earth would open me up and swallow me whole. 

“And we shall guard it with our lives,” George adds on. 

“Mhm. I should certainly hope so,” my dad says in a serious tone that contradicts the smirk on his face. “But I do wonder what happened with that Malfoy boy. Don’t get me wrong, he was odd. And his father is cold enough to make a ghost shiver, but I thought you liked him?” My father asks me. 

“He broke up with me. He’s with someone else now. Apparently, they’ve had feelings for each other for a while. He broke up with me in a letter,” I answer briefly. 

“I’ll kill that boy with my bare hands,” My father says gruffly. 

“We’ll bring the shovels,” Fred says with a smirk. 

“Trust us, we feel the same way. He was too much of a pussy to say it to her face,” George adds. 

“Probably knew we’d kill him then and there,” Fred finishes. 

My dad chuckles and winks. “I knew I liked you boys.” 

“It’s so good to see you awake, Phil,” Arthur says with a smile.

My dad nods and looks over at my mum, who still hasn’t woken up. “Now, only if Sheila would wake.” 

“Well, I do have good news on that front,” Arthur smiles and looks at my dad. “I spoke to the minister of magic, and we are having you and Sheila transferred to St. Mungo’s. It’s a wizarding world hospital. I think you’ll find it a better place to heal. Their ‘medications’ tend to have a faster healing effect than muggle hospitals.” 

“What?” My dad asks, bewildered. “Oh, Arthur. How could I ever thank you?” 

Arthur claps a hand on my dad’s shoulder and smiles. “No need to thank me, Phil. Anything for family,” he smiles. “They’ll transfer you both at eight o’clock. Which is in,” he looks at his watch. “Merlin’s beard! Two hours.” 

My father nods and turns to me. “Go back with them and get some sleep, honeybee. You can come to see us before you leave for Hogwarts. But I don’t want to see you until then,” he holds up a finger when I go to argue. “Until then, I want you to relax, rest, and enjoy the rest of your summer. Your Mum and I will be just fine.” 

“But dad,” I go to argue, and he cuts me off and turns to Fred and George. 

“Keep her away from the hospital, you hear me, boys?” He asks them.

“Yes, sir,” they answer at the same time. 

“Good men,” he says, turning back to me. “I love you, honeybee. Go rest. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“I love you too, Dad,” I say, kissing his cheek and turning around to kiss my Mum’s as well. “I love you, Mum.” 

When we get back to the burrow, Molly makes a quick breakfast and sends us to bed. No chores today, given all of last night’s worry. Fred and George sneakily clean up the alcohol without getting caught, and after breakfast, she sends us up to bed. Boys still with boys and girls still with girls ‘as much as she is happy that everyone found their person,’ as she so lovingly and strictly put it. 

Fred and George walk me up to Ginny’s door. “So, ‘boyfriends,’ huh?” George smiles. 

“I’m sorry if that made you guys uncomfortable or weird. I just didn’t know what to say,” I hug myself. “And honestly, I don’t think I could ever choose between you t-”

George cuts me off by cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine, and my heart soars. My hands find his waist and he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss for a moment before he pulls back. Before I can blink, Fred pulls me to his chest and holds the back of my neck as he presses his lips to mine. I melt into his lips just as I did with George as he deepens it and holds me close. 

“You don’t have to choose, little one,” he says softly against my lips as he breaks the kiss. 

“What?” I ask, still reeling from their kisses as Fred pulls back, and they each take my hands. 

“You don’t have to choose,” George repeats Fred’s words, and he runs his free hand through my hair. “We both care deeply about you, and we never want to put you in a position where you need to choose one or the other. As long as you want it, we want it too, darling,” George says, lifting my hand to his lips and softly kissing the back of it. 

“You guys aren’t mad that I want you both?” I ask them. 

“How can we be mad when it’s exactly what we want? Silly girl,” Fred chuckles and bites his lip as their hands move to my waist and pull me to their chests. 

“We wouldn’t want it any other way. As long as it’s what you want,” George says, kissing me softly. 

I break the kiss and look at them both. “There’s nothing I want more.” 

Fred kisses me and bites my lower lip, making me moan softly in his mouth before he pulls back. “Good. Now go get some sleep, little one.” 

“We’ll be here when you wake up,” George promises, coming behind me and brushing my hair off of my neck and kissing it softly, making me hum in pleasure. 

Part Five

[donaweasley]

Everything is Fair in Love and War

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Plot:

You had met the twins at Hogwarts; you’re a year junior to them. Although you are best friends with both of them, you cannot help your heart’s inclination towards the younger one. During one of your stays at the Burrow, some feelings threaten to spill out but…will they?

Warnings: None, really. Just some high school mischief and fluff.

Read time: ~11 mins

Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!

Next Chapter: A Walk in the Dark

The three of them - Fred, George and (Y/N) - were hanging out in the twins' room. Ron and Ginny were confined to the kitchen by their mother, courtesy of the fight they had earlier in the morning.

"Freeedd!" Mrs. Weasley's sharp voice shot through the house.

Fred groaned while the other two chuckled, knowing very well that he was only one step away from being pushed into a chore.

"What is it, mum?" He asked in an almost equally loud voice.

"Come down here, I need you to put these dishes on the shelves."

"But Ron and Gin are already there!"

"They already have enough to do. Just get down before I shout myself sore."

"I'm keeping (Y/N) company! She's our guest."

"One of you would be enough to keep her company for a while. Now get down here before I confiscate your broom!"

The last three words finally urged Fred to move towards the door. George and (Y/N) sniggered only to receive a death glare from him before he wearily walked out.

"See, told you I'm mum's favourite twin", George smirked, and plopped down on the vacant space that Fred had left beside her.

"Ha ha ha. Yes, I can see that everyday."

"Do I smell sarcasm?"

"Do you?" She sniffed the air. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Huh! Whatever you say, darling, I know I'm the favourite one. And not just for mum." With the last word he leaned in slightly, and playfully kicked her leg while giving a smug look.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm up because no matter how much she denied, he was right. He was definitely her favourite twin, too. But the questions that clouded her mind were, "Does he know that I have a crush on him? Shit!! How? Am I that obvious?"

If he knew, there would have been nothing more embarrassing and painful to be teased by both brothers only to eventually face rejection.

No. Not happening!

She mustered her courage, gathered all her emotions that were scattered around George Weasley, and decided to play cool.

To push her rising discomfort away, she kicked him back. Lightly.

"In your dreams, Weasley!" (Y/N) tried to sound vain but facepalmed herself mentally when the words sounded pretty shy.

Idiot me!

George simply laughed and kicked her again. This went on to and fro for a while until he accidentally hit a little hard.

"Aah!" She shouted and tried to kick him harder but George had much quicker reflexes than she’d probably ever have. (Y/N) immediately found her legs wrapped in his, unable to move them at all.

"Leave me, Weasley!"

He simply laughed at his friend’s miserable state. Now, George has this infectious laugh that always left its effects on her.

And soon, through an avalanche of laughs cascading from both of them, she was hitting his arms and back.

There were rare, almost zero incidents, when (Y/N) had actually won a fight with either of the twins. The only way she could win was emotionally. Sometimes. Their tall and strong frames effortlessly dominated her on any given day.

And the same happened again.

She was already partially imprisoned by George. The remaining of her limbs were soon held tightly in his hand. In one hand.

Oh! Why am I so tiny before them!!

She tried to jerk herself free but in vain. Obviously.

"George!! Let go of me!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

He made a face as though he received the biggest shock of his life.

"What?? That was just...just...a touch! I'm sure you barely felt it!"

"No, it was not! Now", She was grunting by then, trying to free herself, although she would never confess that she was rather enjoying it thoroughly, "leave me, buffoon!"

"I'd expect some respect, missy!"

"Okay, how about", she pretended to think, "baboon? You have the exact same kind of limbs. And face, too!"

"What? Are you blind? You call this handsome and charming man a baboon?"

"Hah! You are very delusional, I must say then!"

"M not! You're mental, I must say then."

"George", She drawled out his name, "you're so taallllll! Look at me. I'm so tinyyyy! Let me goooo." She tried to make puppy eyes and pout.

He sighed. "Alright. Say 'please'."

The girl pursed her lips and looked away. That, she wasn't going to say.

"I didn't hear anything yet!"

"Fine then. I won't say it. Keep me holding all day long. Your mum will come to my rescue", she shrugged.

"Okay!" And he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and started tickling.

"Not fair!" She squirmed and shouted, trying desperately to free herself but failing.

"Y’know it: everything's fair in love and war", he panted as he tried to keep a tight hold on his prey and continue his torture.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?" (Y/N) was laughing like a maniac by then. Her cheeks and tummy were hurting.

"No, darling! I’m in love with yo-"

He almost mumbled the last few words. The most important words, at least to (Y/N). And then he stopped abruptly. Both in words and actions.

Her head shot up to face him.

What the hell was that? What did he just say? Did he mean it?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were screaming and running wild inside her head. She could feel her ears burn.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who went red in the face. George's face was as red as hers was.

They sat frozen, with her still locked in his grip.

"I... I...", George tried to say something. She wanted to hear something. That thing. But all they could do was stare into each other's eyes.

"Is this the moment then?" she thought. "Will he... Shall I... Does he..."

But alas! Before any of her wishes could come true, George snapped out his trance. He quickly released her from his grip, and looked at the floor, thus snapping her out of her trance as well. Suddenly they both found the floor pretty interesting.

There was an awkward silence looming in the room. (Y/N) felt thrilled, disappointed, hopeful, shy - all at the same time. It was like her mind was having an emotional indigestion.

Shoving all thoughts behind into the closet of her mind, she turned towards him.

"Let's go dow-", they both said together. Thankfully, the laughter that followed, although a nervous one, chased the heavy and uncomfortable silence away, making the air easy and breathable again. But the hint of pink that had settled on their cheeks wasn’t going anywhere easily.

He got up and offered her his hand. "Downstairs", he smiled.

"Downstairs", she agreed and took his hand.

---

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

"Aah!"

"Leave me, Weasley!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

"What?? That was just..."

Fred looked at his mother with an exaggeratedly helpless face, "See, mum. This is exactly why I didn't want to leave them alone. One of them is going to get hurt."

"Okay, how about...baboon?"

Molly sighed and shook her head while Ron and Ginny exchanged funny glances.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?"

"No, darling! ..."

And then there was silence. An abrupt silence. All of them paused their work and looked up towards the twins' room.

"D'you think one of them is dead?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Oh! Shut up, Ron! George must have hit (Y/N) and now he's regretting it", Ginny justified. "He's going to regret it so much!!" Her eyes lit up with the idea of her friend taking revenge on her brother.

"Did they finally kiss?" Fred quipped.

Three pairs of wide eyes shot towards Fred.

"Bloody hell!"

"Already?"

Molly simply gasped.

Fred threw his hands up in the air. "Just guessing!"

All the Weasley's could clearly see what (Y/N) and George could not: that they fancied each other. A lot. So, it wasn't the idea of them being together that shocked them but the thought that they could finally see through their friendship and acknowledge their feelings was what left them speechless.

The more the silence lingered the higher their curiosity peaked until they heard footsteps descending the stairs.

All eyes were fixed on the stairs, waiting to find an answer and cool down the questions that were bubbling in the pits of their stomachs.

---

George and (Y/N) made their way downstairs rather quietly, hand-in-hand though. Holding hands was perfectly normal for them but the silence was unusual, unless they were on to some mischief. And it felt pretty weird. The unspoken tension between the two was still hanging in the air, and her stomach churned at the thought of the possibilities that might be going on in George's mind.

As they reached the final flight of stairs, (Y/N) realised that the rest of the family were staring up at them as though they were anticipating a dinosaur to descend into the living room. George, too, had evidently noticed it because he stopped in his tracks, trying to gauge the situation.

"You all okay?" He asked with furrowed brows.

(Y/N) was sure she noticed Molly's eyes flick between their faces and their interlocked hands. But before she could even think "why", she was knocked off her feet.

"Did you two kiss?" Ron blurted out.

"What??" They shouted in unison.

As if the existing tension wasn't enough, it felt like thunder had exploded between them, exactly where George and (Y/N) were standing. With a jolt, they released each other's hands and stepped away as much as the staircase would allow them to. The pink on their cheeks turned to deep red, and she found herself at an utter loss of words.

What a ridiculous question!! In front of Molly? In front of Molly?? In front of George? What would he be thinking? What if he's so embarrassed that he never speaks to me again? 

Wait! Why did Ron say so in the first place?

Her train of thoughts got interrupted by a flustered George shouting at his little brother, "Have you gone bonkers?? Why the hell would you say so?"

"So, you did not?" Fred sounded sceptical.

(Y/N) stepped forward boldly, "Of course, not! Why are you all looking at us like this?" In contrast to her bold step, her words came out in a squeak.

"Oh! Nothing!" Molly looked as though she had suddenly returned to Earth. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the whole situation. "Carry on", she said, and went out of the house casually as if nothing that had happened was out of place.

George and his partner-in-crime, both utterly baffled, looked at each other, trying to make out what just happened. None of them had the slightest clue.

They went down the remaining steps very cautiously, as if the slightest action might trigger another weird question. All the siblings were pretending to work diligently but their faces gave away the knots in their minds. Gingerly, they made their way to Ron, knowing that he'd be a much softer target than either Ginny or Fred.

"Ronnie?" (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" His voice was absolutely cool as though nothing odd had happened.

"D'you mind explaining?" George stood facing his brother.

"What?"

"Ron", George almost growled which startled us all.

"Okay! Okay!"

Through a rush of words, he explained their ideas and speculations, ultimately leaving both George and (Y/N) red-faced again.

When he had finished, Ron received a good smack on the back of his head, the action instantly reminding them of Snape.

"I didn't say anything! He did!" Ron shouted, pointing towards Fred.

"Uuuhhh...I was just... guessing?" Fred raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"It isn't funny", a red-faced George warned him.

"Noted!" His twin nodded enthusiastically.

The guest in the Burrow didn't know what to say. Or how to react. A part of her was hopping like a little girl because they thought that she and George were a thing. But George here was furious about the whole situation. Her heart dropped. She tried to look annoyed and faked a scoff but probably her eyes gave the disappointment away because she noticed Fred looking at her in a rather odd way.

Little did she know then that George was reflecting her thoughts. That he was pulled into the same whirlpool of conflicts that had messed up her mind.

They sat down at the table to lend a hand to Ron and Ginny while exchanging awkward looks and smiles with each other.

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[zeegeetee]

It is a popular idea among the hp fandom that both of the times Harry and Ron fought, his siblings were on Harry's side and were disappointed in Ron about it and I have a bit of a problem with this.

I don't remember if it was implied in canon or what but as someone with siblings myself I just don't think it's realistic, let me explain

Let's start with gof, Ron wrongly assumes Harry lied to him about putting his name in the goblet and stopped talking to him, he likely explained this to his siblings if they asked about it. Fred and George could have believed him, (they like Harry well enough but he is Ron's friend, why wouldn't he know what his own friend gets up to?) they wouldn't even be mad about it, they might think it's weird he didn't include Ron but they would also think it's impressive he got away with it and move on. They would not be that invested.

If they just knew Harry was innocent they would bring this up to Ron when it came up and he would argue his own reasoning, they might recommend he talk to Harry and he would refuse (stating he will talk to him when he apologizes for lying) and they would move on, again they would not be that invested. also note ron was hanging out with them when he and Harry were on the outs, I don't think he would if they were shaming him about his treatment of Harry.

Ginny is more complicated, she would probably be more invested and would probably believe Harry didn't do it and would argue with Ron about it, he would stand firm in his belief and they would butt heads about it, but again I don't think her life revolves around her brother's friendship with her crush.

Now for the Deathly Hallows, consider the context. There is a war going on. Ron's family is most likely just as worried about him as he is about them if not more (as he is running around with the bad guys main target)

When Ron shows up on Bill's doorstep injured and distraught, any disappointment in Ron for slighting Harry would be miniscule compared to his care for the health and well-being of his baby brother. I'm also inclined to believe Ron felt bad enough, Bill wouldn't have any desire to criticize him, rather he would most likely want to comfort and encourage him in any way he could.

[coaadra]

Pairings in Harry Potter

Hello again everyone!

I think to motivate myself to write posts right away, I should start right now! The first topic I want to choose is my favorite and hated couples in Harry Potter. Both in canon and in fanon. I guess I should start with the pleasant, namely with my absolute "YES! OH MY GOD YES" in couples.

Romione

YES! YES! AND AGAIN YOUR MOTHER YES! They are literally my everything. My soul, heart, feelings, tears. They are my wonderful cats! Their affection for each other is felt from the first books.. I love them as a couple because despite different characters, hobbies and other factors, they have become a wonderful couple that LITERALLY embodies love!

(People who don't like Romione, how do you even live?)

Jily

Such a canon could not pass me by, because, they are CANON. The trope "I will get her and she will be mine" conquers my heart and all the courtship of Lily from James touches and drives me crazy. They are that very transcendentally ideal love that you want to feel and you can die.. (In every sense, considering the fate of this couple)

Remadora

I was a huge fan of them. I was literally rooting for them and I loved watching them until I read the books. The last book destroyed me mentally with its events and plot, but Remus's attitude towards Dora was so disgusting that I wanted to cry. However, I can't suppress my love for these two..

Bleur

Tender, sensual, beloved… I couldn't come to terms with the fact that Fleur wasn't accepted into the family, but by the end of book 6 I breathed a sigh of relief. A wonderful and sweet couple)

Lucissa

As much as the Malfoys are ugly to other people, their family just captivates me. The union of these two purebloods who love each other inspires me!

DRARRY

Yes, yes, I am a sinner, so what? A fan of the trope "from hate to love", "from enemies to lovers" and all that stuff.. Their skirmishes, help in deadly situations, and similar moments fuel my faith in this couple! !! I do not justify Malfoy's bastard actions. He is still the same disgusting character, but their interactions……… Sorry, I can't hold back!!!

Wolfstar

I love this ship and I say yes to it only in the Marauder era. I don't see them together anymore. I just want to think of them as a teenage crush that was and grew into a strong friendship.. (I still believe that Sirius loved Remus until the end, and he was his unattainable love…)

Blaise x Ginny

HERE IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE THAT NO ONE TALKS ABOUT! They are so perfect for each other… There is incredibly little interaction between them, but this only fuels my love and interest in their couple. The dialogue on the train and the meeting in Slughorn's office will remain one of the unsolved universal mysteries for me. They haunt me and I constantly return to thinking about this ship.

Jegulus

A ship that has only recently found its way into my "yes". Despite the fact that I am a rabid fan of Jily, I can't deny myself the pleasure of looking at these two. Why not, I said to myself, and began actively saving art on them)

I think such a post definitely needs a normal ending. And here it is.

There are many pairings that I missed, but I wouldn't mind reading about them or looking at the art, but I think I'll fix that in the future. I'd be interested to know what pairings you like? Wait for my no) I think it will definitely make sense)

[seleneprince]

Unpopular opinion #3 (since people seem to like these stuff)

I'm gonna get hate for this but

Hinny feels forced and out of nowhere to me.

They had the perfect set up for a cute romance. Best friend's younger sister whom he's used to take care of, but suddenly she grows, doesn't seek his attention anymore and he slowly gets to know her as her own person instead of his buddie's sister. He find himself drawn to her and feels guilty about it for the typical reasons, only to realize she feels the same way, always has, and boom, their feelings finally clash in a passionate kiss after months of sexual tension and years of mutual pining. Beautiful.

Or at least that's what could have been if we saw them interacting more after the Chamber of Secrets thing, but we don't. Ginny practically dissapears after that, we only know of her through others' pov, and when she finally becomes relevant in harry's radar is when she's dating other boys and shows her skills in the quidditch field. Then suddenly, he notices how beautiful and funny she is, even though they're from the same house and they've surely seen each other often, either at the Burrow or around the common room.

They don't have a proper built-up, or any relevant interactions that hints at harry's interest in her, at least not enough to showcase the epic endgame couple they're supposed to be. It feels to me like the recurring trope that when a girl is in love with the protagonist long enough, she's bound to end up with him. Or the when someone is in love with you for so long, you must give them a chance.

I think one of the reasons it pisses me off so much is ginny's wasted potential. Because we could have had an amazing and compelling story about personal growth with a girl that, sick of being in her brothers' shadow and overlooked, finds the courage to forge her own path and make people recognize her for who she is, not as another Weasley. A story where, instead of fooling around to "make time" until her crush to notices her, she moves on from him and starts to date boys because she actually likes them and enjoys dating.

But no. Instead, all that development from her part is reduced to "hermione told me you might like me if i acted more like myself" "she told me to date other boys" bla bla bla

In conclussion:

Hinny had great potential as a love story, but it was done poorly

(REMINDER: This is just my opinion, and by no means i intend to force it unto other people or offend anyone. if you like hinny as a couple, good for you. I won't attack you because of it)

[prttygirlposts]

astoria greengrass headcanons ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

She was a jazz club singer for a few years. She ran away after her parents divorce and found herself at this muggle dive every night. One night, while admittedly tipsy, she was singing along and the manager overheard. He liked her sound and offered her a job.

Astoria was a homebody by nature, but she couldn't sit still. She had the longest list of hobbies and chores you've ever seen. She knit, she gardened, she read, she kept cats, she built, she baked, she cooked, she painted, she sculpted, and I could keep going. Don't let her calm demeanor fool you, the woman was happiest when she was busy.

She made thank you cards for her healers. It started when she was a little girl and became a ritual.

She officially met Draco by selling him some home-grown marijuana. She was nineteen (still working at the Jazz Club, trying to make a living) and he was twenty-one (finding ways to cope with his PTSD).

Her favorite color was Peach. She wore peach eyeshadow and peach blush religiously.

She had a silly little crush on Ginny Weasley. During her school years she'd catch her eye at quidditch games and blush. As an adult it died down, but she'd still get giddy during Holyhead Harpies games.

She had this amazing laser focus. She could tear through a heavy book in an afternoon or make a queen size quilt in a matter of hours. Draco knew she'd forget to clean while working, so he'd take over that aspect of crafting. He later learned this was most likely her hyperfixating, as Scorpius did the same thing.

Which brings me to the point of Astoria's masking. She was undiagnosed autistic, but growing up a pure blooded girl made her an expert at masking. The first time she let someone see her stim unfiltered as an adult was when she announced her pregnancy to Draco. Though, it went mostly unnoticed, as he started spinning wildly around the manor like a lunatic.