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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 17

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

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word count: 5,915

content: protective 👏🏻 george 👏🏻 weasley 👏🏻, lots of pregnancy/baby stuff this chapter, arthur getting to experience more muggle medical stuff, medical stuff (needles, blood), emotions and insecurity, tears (happy mostly!), george being the sweetest husband ever

“George!” you shouted into the quiet that surrounded you as you lounged on the loveseat in your new sitting area. A couple weeks before, the two of you had finally taken a plunge you had been discussing since you found out you were pregnant: moving into a house on the outskirts of London. You needed room for your growing family that the flat above the shop simply couldn’t provide, not to mention that you always felt like a bother having to take George away from work to come get you from Charing Cross Road. The walls were still mostly barren because of only being able to move so much in at a time between both of your busy schedules, so the call for your husband echoed slightly through the space. 

“Everything okay?” George asked as he ran into the area, wand at the ready in case you were in danger. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of George’s protective side, but you ignored the tears prickling the backs of your eyes as you giggled quietly and said, “Everything’s fine, come here!” You sat up with a quiet grunt of effort and allowed space beside you for George to sit. After he did, you grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of your belly, telling him, “Wait for it…”

You reached into the bowl of Bertie Bott's that George had sorted to try to ensure you only had the good flavours, and ate one that tasted like marshmallow. As the sweet flavour coated your tongue, you felt another gentle movement in your abdomen as Fred kicked against George’s hand. A wide smile made its way across his face and tears began to sting the backs of his eyes as he asked, “Did…did he just kick?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and a tear slipped out of your eye as George leaned down to kiss your bump before straightening up and kissing your lips gently. When you pulled away and rested your forehead on his, you said with a quiet laugh, “I finally figured out what makes him kick! He’s going to be very disappointed the first time he gets a bad flavoured one when he’s older.”

“If it keeps the both of you happy, I’ll make sure I take the bad ones for the rest of my life,” George told you before sneaking another kiss. 

“Oh, don’t you go making me cry!” you chastised as more tears flooded from your eyes. 

“Well, while we’re at it, I may as well show you the progress I made on the nursery,” he said with a laugh as he got up and held out a hand to help you off of the loveseat. When you got into the room, you saw that along with the crib that your dad had helped you build on his day off, George had put in a mobile that had little brooms racing around chasing after golden snitches. There were also small to medium sized portraits that held both Muggle and magical creatures alike that wandered through the frames to play together! As you covered your mouth at the sweet gesture, George asked, “You like them? I saw the mobile in a shop window on the way to work today, and I just couldn’t resist! I got Luna to paint the portraits, and she said she would be willing to paint the room itself if we want!” 

“They’re all brilliant!” you said through your tight throat, emotions welling up in your chest at the sight. You threw yourself into George’s arms and you held him as close as your bump would allow as you whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“Of course,” he replied as he ran a hand up and down your back. “I was thinking that she could paint a mountainscape and have a couple of dragons on it that fly around the room!”

Once you gathered yourself, you laughed quietly before saying, “When Abbie and Jaz come over, you’re going to have to freeze all the paintings, but that sounds amazing, love! I think he’ll love it!” You were quiet for a moment before telling him, “Thank you for agreeing to move us into this place. It was getting hard to keep coming up with excuses as to why the girls couldn’t come over to help with the nursery…”

“We needed the change and the space,” George replied, giving you a kiss on your temple as you turned so your back was resting against his chest. His hands landed on your bump once more before he said, “I can’t wait to see what the future holds for the three of us.”

“Me too,” you said, a grateful sigh leaving your chest as the both of you swayed to the quiet music playing from the radio sitting in the corner of the nursery. 

At your next appointment with your OB, Arthur joined you and George as you all waited in the small examination room. When the doctor walked in, she smiled warmly at Arthur after glancing between him and George and asked brightly, “Are you granddad?” 

“That I am!” he replied 

“Nailed it!” she said with a laugh. As the doctor pulled on her gloves and turned on the machine, she asked Arthur, “Is this your first?”

“Third, actually, but first grandson!” Arthur replied. “I didn’t go to anything like this with the others, so I’m excited to see how it all works!”

“Dad’s always been a curious mind, he’ll probably have a lot of questions,” George told her with a quiet chuckle. 

“That’s fine by me,” she said before turning her attention toward you. “How’ve we been feeling, Mum?”

“A little sleep deprived if I’m honest,” you admitted. You placed a hand on your bump and said, “This little guy doesn’t seem to ever want to sleep at night!”

“That’s about normal at this stage, I call it practise for when he arrives,” she said. “Do you have a pregnancy pillow?” 

“I don’t, would that be useful?” you asked curiously as you lifted your shirt and lowered the band of your maternity bottoms so she could conduct the ultrasound. 

“God, yes! They are a miracle for supporting your belly while you sleep on your side,” she said. A laugh spilled out of her mouth as she added to George, “Now, you sir may not get to be the big spoon as often if she gets one, but, I say it’s worth it for a better night’s sleep!”

“Consider it done,” George said, taking your hand in his and squeezing it lightly. 

The doctor then started squeezing the cool gel on your belly, asking, “Ready to see him?” 

She placed the wand to your belly and moved it around to try and find the little baby inside, and when she did, you couldn’t help the smile on your face as Arthur breathed, “My goodness! Is that really-? How does it-? This is brilliant!”

“There’s Fred,” you said, your smile evident in your voice as the doctor began telling Arthur all about how the machine worked. 

When you and George got back home after the appointment, you grabbed some loose bills from your purse and handed them to George, saying with a laugh, “I really thought he would cry when he saw the ultrasound! If not for seeing Fred, for the Muggle technological feat!”

“I told you it would be when he heard his heartbeat, but someone didn’t listen,” he said teasingly as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. 

“Well I’m just glad he got to be there,” you said after the kiss ended. You laughed quietly before adding, “Gosh, your mum nearly threw a fit when she saw the stitches on my leg after my surgery, I’m kinda scared of what her reaction is going to be when I’m at the hospital having him. What, with all of the monitors and medications and everything… It’s a far leap from St. Mungo’s.”

“Which is why if you want her to wait to see us until after he’s born, we can make that happen,” George told you. He stood behind you and wrapped you in a hug before saying, “I know she’s been warming up to Muggle things, but she’s spent her whole life relying on magic, it’s hard to change her mind on some things.”

“I know, and I’m not trying to change that, I just want to make sure things go smoothly,” you said as you relaxed into his embrace.

“And if they don't, that's okay too. As long as Fred gets here safe and healthy,” he said, giving you a kiss on the temple as his thumb ran up and down on your bump. 

“That’s what matters most,” you agreed. The two of you spent a few more moments in each other’s arms until you heard the knock on your front door indicating that your parents were there for dinner and to hear about how the appointment went. 

March rolled around, and you were definitely feeling all thirty weeks of your pregnancy weighing on you. You sighed in frustration and felt hot tears begin to prick at the back of your eyes as you gave in and tossed a pair of socks across the room in defeat. The socks barely missed George as he crossed through the doorway to take off his dress robes and change into something more comfortable for the evening. “Woah, what did those socks do to you?” he asked with a chuckle as he hung his travelling cloak on a hanger and placed it in its proper spot. 

“I’m so big I can’t even put my own socks on!” you replied, your voice breaking at the end of your sentence. You sighed and began rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing. You couldn’t cry over this again, it would be the third time this week you got upset over how you looked, and you were beginning to feel like a burden to George for getting so worked up over it. It was just…there were always relentless thoughts running through your head about how you looked so different now… How maybe you wouldn't look the same after… How George probably thought you looked nowadays compared to before… 

Your insecure thoughts were interrupted when you finally registered George kneeled in front of you, holding your hands in his as he whispered your name to get your attention. “There she is,” he said with a soft smile as your eyes zoned back into reality. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it before adding, “My beautiful, strong, brilliant, one-of-a-kind wife whom I love.” 

“George…” you lightly chastised at the words, heat creeping up your neck in response. 

“It’s the truth,” he said. “Not to mention sexy,” he added with a cheeky wink and smirk. 

“I’m not-” you tried before your words were stopped by a kiss from George. 

“You’re not finishing that sentence,” he said firmly as he stood up and grabbed your hand. “Now, would you like me to draw you a bath? You’ve had a stressful week with directing rehearsals, and I can tell you’re getting in your own head again.”

“George, you don’t have to-”

You were once again cut off by a kiss before he told you, “You need to relax. Now, what scent bubble bath were you thinking? I’ll brew you a cuppa while we wait.”

“Lavender would be nice,” you said quietly as you cast your gaze to the ground, a tear streaking down your cheek at your husband’s kindness. 

“Then lavender it is,” he said. He guided you to the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and waved his wand a couple of times to start the water and summon the lavender bubble bath to pour into the tub. George gently grabbed your chin and directed your gaze to meet his and he kissed you once more before telling you, “I love you. I’ll be right back.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper and thick with emotion. 

When George returned with your cuppa, he placed it on the counter nearby and began helping you out of your clothes and into the bath. He lightly ran his hands along your curves and whispered, “So beautiful,” as he held your hand and assisted you into the tub. As you submerged into the just warm enough water, you could feel the tension start to leave your muscles and you felt much lighter as the water began to surround you. “There you go, just relax,” George murmured. He kissed your shoulder gently before he began massaging them, causing an even more content sigh to leave your lips as your eyes closed. 

As you enjoyed the massage and took in the soothing lavender smell, you attempted to push aside all thoughts of your play which was nearing time for the company to begin full rehearsals. You also tried to abandon all thoughts about voice lesson plans for the upcoming week, and even thoughts about the upcoming delivery of Fred. You simply tried to hone in on the timbre of George’s voice as he spoke sweet nothings while taking care of you. 

During your soak, besides massaging the tension from your shoulders, George also took the time to shave your legs which you hadn’t been able to since your belly started getting bigger and bigger. After the water and suds all drained from the tub and George helped you dry off, he applied your favourite lotion all over your body and slipped a silk nightie on you. He helped you into bed as well before grabbing the socks you had tossed away in frustration earlier and slipped them on your feet. They were a fuzzy pair that Molly had knitted you, and on overwhelming days like today, they helped you ground yourself. 

“Feel better?” George asked as he climbed into the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace. 

“Much, thank you…” you whispered, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. You sniffled and wiped them away, telling him, “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, George…”

“You being exactly who you are is what you did,” he replied, running a hand up and down your upper arm gently. “Taking care of you is the least I can do. You’re carrying our child, for Merlin’s sake! You deserve for this to be a nightly occurrence.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you said with a quiet laugh as you relaxed into George’s side. 

The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, simply enjoying one another’s company. In your relaxed state, you fell asleep without even knowing it, and for the night George was your pillow. He didn’t mind one bit though, especially when he got to feel his baby moving around in your belly. As George closed his eyes, he had a content smile on his face, and he dreamt of how things would be once Fred came into the world in a few short weeks. 

“Okay, everyone, once more from the top of the scene with those things in mind please!” you called out to the performers on the stage in front of you, who nodded and began resetting props on the stage. 

You placed a hand on your bump and let out a slow breath as you watched the cast reset, and jumped when a voice broke into your thoughts suddenly. “How are things going? Have you gotten them into shape yet?” asked the voice of your co-director Madeline who had taken a few weeks off to take care of her sick father back in Ireland. 

“They’re almost there, they just need to find their passion for the scene. I think we got it after the talk we just had,” you replied, flashing a bright smile in her direction. 

As you turned toward her fully, her eyes gravitated toward your belly, and her eyebrows raised into her forehead. “You’re going to have that baby any day now!” 

“Due date’s next week. I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t wait to get him out,” you admitted with a sheepish laugh as you rubbed your bump affectionately. “Not only will I get to see him, but then he can do his cartwheels outside of my body.”

Madeline laughed lightly before saying, “My money’s on him coming early.”

“Well, for rehearsal’s sake, let’s hope he comes right on time,” you replied, turning your attention toward the stage and queueing the actors to begin the scene again. 

Later, when the cast and crew were taking the evening meal break, you were eating a tea sandwich when you felt a cramping in your stomach. You let out yet another deep breath as you waited for it to pass, and when it did you finished your sandwich slice and walked away from the table in search of some tea. Before you could locate any though, Madeline made her way over with a concerned look on her face. “Everything all right? You look worried,” you said. “I saw you talking with Rich, is he still feeling okay with his part?”

“Rich is fine, it’s you I’m worried about,” she said, her eyebrows scrunching as she surveyed your face and then your stomach. “Are you having contractions? Do you think you could be in labour?”

“These? These are nothing, just Braxton-Hicks contractions, I’m fine-” you tried to say but were cut off when another one started. When the cramping started to subside, you grit your teeth a bit and smiled, telling her, “Nothing I can’t handle!”

“Nuh uh, you’re going to the hospital,” she said, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the door, calling out to the cast to take the rest of the evening off. 

“Maddie, I-” you tried to protest, but were cut off. 

“Your contractions are getting closer and closer together, and clearly they aren’t getting any better with walking because that’s what you’ve been doing all evening! You’re in labour and you’re going to have this baby!” she rebutted, digging for her keys. When she found them and unlocked the car, she escorted you into the passenger seat. 

As you thought back to everything your doctor had told you, you relented, sighing as you fished your cell out of your cardigan pocket. Madeline navigated the traffic to your planned hospital and you selected a contact from your list, putting the device to your ear as you waited for the line to pick up. You let out a quiet sigh of relief when it did, and you found your voice trembling as you said, “Hey ‘Mione, I… I was just wondering if you could get in contact with George for me?”

“Of course, is everything all right?” Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice. 

You let out a quiet laugh before you responded. “Well, I was at rehearsal and Maddie thinks I might be in labour, so we’re off to the hospital. I know George is probably busy at work, so I just thought that maybe you could get into contact with him easier than I could right now.”

“O-of course! I’ll head there right away!” she said, and while she was clearly shocked, you could also hear the smile in her voice. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” you told her, another deep breath being blown out as another contraction hit you. “Make sure he gets the bag from home before he heads my way, it’s got everything in it. Thank you again.”

By the time you walked into the labour and delivery triage area, your water broke, and before you knew it, you were in a room getting changed into a hospital gown and being told that you were already nearly ready to deliver. Madeline held your shaking hand as you sat on the edge of the bed to begin signing papers the nurse handed you. When the nurse left and informed you that she would be back within a few minutes, you finally let your tears fall. “What’s wrong?” Madeline asked softly as she let go of your hand and ran a hand up and down your back. 

“I-I’m just scared, what if they can’t get here in time? I don’t want to do this without George or Mum, and-” you started to say, but were cut short when the door opened after a quiet knock. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw George enter followed shortly by your mother and Arthur. “You made it!” you said, your voice tight with emotion. 

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” George assured you as he sat your hospital bag down beside the bed and leaned down to kiss your lips gently. He kneeled down and took your left hand in his, wiping tears from your cheeks with the other as he asked, “Are you ready?”

“I am now that you’re here,” you whispered, nodding excitedly before kissing him once again. 

“Well, I think that’s my queue,” Madeline said as she stood from the bed beside you and began walking toward the door. “Keep me updated. I can't wait to meet the little guy!”

“Will do!” you called to her as she opened the door and exited, leaving you with your family. 

Your mum took Madeline’s place beside you and pulled you into a hug, telling you, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Wait til he’s here to say anything like that,” you joked as you hugged her back. You relaxed into her embrace and added, “I’m glad you’re here, though.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” she replied, pulling away from the embrace. “You dad’s finishing up at work and then he’ll be waiting until he’s cleared to come see you three.”

“And I told Molly that I would go get her when things have settled down a bit,” Arthur said. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, I can’t wait to see things done the Muggle way!”

“Well you’re in for a treat then,” you said with a quiet laugh. When you finished that statement, there was another knock at the door and your nurse came in with a smile on her face. 

“Hello everyone! And who may you all be?” she asked as she washed her hands and donned her gloves before approaching the bed with a couple of devices in her hands. 

“This is my mum, husband, and father-in-law,” you replied, pointing to each person in turn. You looked at the devices in her hands and asked, “What are those?”

“Oh these are just devices to tell us how baby is doing in relation to your contractions,” she replied as she helped you sit up so she could fasten the belt around you. When she got the sensors placed where she needed, a monitor above your head turned on and the nurse pointed out, “Now, there is the baby’s heartbeat and the line below it will show your contractions!” 

“Fascinating!” Arthur said as he glued his eyes to the monitor. 

The nurse laughed light heartedly before telling you, “You progressed quite far into your labour before coming in, so I don’t exactly trust your pain tolerance. That’s why we’re putting you on the monitor, just to make sure things are running smoothly and to help determine how far along you are.” You nodded and let out a huff of amusement at the comment as she walked out, promising that the anesthesiologist would be with her next time for the epidural. 

“Doesn’t trust your pain tolerance?” George asked when she was out of the room. 

“I really didn’t think they were that bad,” you said as you relaxed into the bed once more, only cringing a little bit as another contraction hit you. Something dawned on you though, and you kept your voice low as you said, “Now that I think about it, my pain tolerance has been a lot higher since…”

“The Cruciatus curse…” Arthur finished for you as he dragged his eyes away from the monitor when your contraction ended. 

“Exactly,” you said. You laughed a little louder this time though and said, “However, I don’t plan on enduring pain like that again, so I’ve opted to be numbed for this.”

“Mum would be losing her mind,” George joked as he pulled a chair up beside your bed and took your hand in his. 

“But I, on the other hand, can't wait!” Arthur said, which made the tension in the air lift as everyone laughed at his excitement. 

A few minutes later, the nurse returned with the anesthesiologist. As he set up his supplies, the nurse asked, “Okay, Dad, how are you with needles?”

“Oh, I, uh, I guess I’ve never thought about it,” George replied, being taken aback by the unexpected question. 

“Well, if you don’t think you’ll pass out, I’ll have you support Mum while we get the epidural in, that sound okay?” she asked. “We find it that mums are more comforted by their partners than us nurses, but of course if you start to pass out, I will ask you to sit.” 

“Got it,” George said hesitantly as he took his place in front of you, now with your legs dangling over the side of the bed. 

“Okay, now Mum, just lean forward into Dad’s arms and you’ll feel a big poke when I put the needle in,” the anesthesiologist told you and you complied, leaning forward into George’s embrace. 

“Deep breaths you two. Don’t lock your legs, Dad,” the nurse said from her place a few steps to the side of George. 

As you and George breathed deeply together, he looked down at the needle the man was poking into your back and his eyes widened at the size of it. When he did, he suddenly felt his head get fuzzy, so he closed his eyes and snuggled into your hair, placing a kiss to the crown of your head as he did. George felt you flinch so he assumed the needle was in, and within seconds the man behind you said, “Okay you two, the catheter’s in! We’ll get you hooked up to the meds and you’ll be numbed up pretty quickly.” 

“Thank you,” you replied in a strained voice, letting out a deep breath as another contraction hit you. 

Once everything was done, you began to lean back onto the bed when George stopped you, saying, “Wait, the needle!” 

“Closed your eyes huh?” the anesthesiologist asked with a good natured chuckle. “The needle is just to penetrate the skin and get into the epidural space, it’s out now, no worries.” 

“Oh, got it,” George said with a relieved sigh leaving his chest before he began helping you get comfortable on the bed once more. 

When he got you situated, the nurse smiled once more before telling you, “Okay Mum, now you’re progressing nicely, and with the epidural you won’t feel as much. But if you feel the need to push, you call me okay?” 

“Sounds good,” you replied. 

“And Dad, just keep doing what you’re doing to make her comfortable, and I think we’ll be done within the next few hours!” 

“That I can do,” George replied, sitting back down in his chair beside you.

Around half an hour later, you sighed in contentment as the effects of the medication kicked in and the cramping and pain of labour began to subside. George smiled and squeezed your thigh, but when he didn’t get a response, he asked, “You okay?” 

“Huh?” you asked, opening your eyes and looking in his direction. You looked down at his hand and laughed quietly before saying, “Oh, that. I can’t feel anything down there, love.” 

“Nothing?” George asked, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion. 

“Nothing!” 

“Blimey, the wonders of Muggle medicine!” Arthur said as he wandered over and wiggled your feet to see if you could feel it. You laughed as he did, and your mum began telling everyone how it was to give birth to you without the medication you were on. 

“So when Molly gave birth to the twins, they had to cast the Imputerable charm on the area of the ward because it was such a hard delivery!” Arthur said with a laugh as he finished telling yet another story of how birthing worked at St. Mungo’s. 

You laughed lightly and squeezed the hand of a blushing George, and leaned over to kiss his reddened cheek. When you did though, you felt a strange sensation wash over you and you whispered to George, “The baby…”

“What about the baby?” George asked, eyes wide as he sat up straighter in his chair. 

“Is he coming? Do you need to push?” your mum asked as she and Arthur stood up from their place on the room’s couch. 

“I… I think so,” you replied in a breathless whisper. 

A wide grin spread over her face as she swooped over to wrap you in a hug for a few moments before saying, “Okay, come on Arthur, let’s give the kids some space. I’ll send the nurse back in here, honey.”

“Thank you, Mum,” you whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek as you watched her leave the room. 

“Are you ready for this?” George asked as he took your hand in his once more. 

“I’m scared, but I’m ready,” you confirmed, a small smile on your wavering lips. 

“You’ll do amazing, and I’ll be right here by your side the whole time,” George told you, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

Within moments, the nurse came in and began pulling back your covers to see what was going on. Her mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ shape before she ran to the door and shouted for someone to call the doctor. “Okay, Doc is just down the hall and coming here, he is just about ready to come out!” the nurse told you as she began moving the pieces of the bed so your legs would be in the proper position for the delivery. 

When the doctor came in, everything happened in a blur of pushing, some pressure, and lots of encouragement from George and the nurse. Soon enough, it all ended with the sound of your baby’s first cry as he finally arrived! Assessments were done on both you and the baby, and within a few short minutes you were relaxing back into the bed with the little bundle of joy that was Fred on your chest. “Welcome to the world, Freddie,” you whispered as you kissed his little forehead and he snuggled into the warmth of your chest. You looked at George who had tears in his eyes and whispered, “Your dad’s happy to finally meet you!”

“That I am, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure no one ever hurts you. I promise,” he mumbled, his voice wavering as he undoubtedly was thinking about his little boy’s namesake. 

The two of you bonded with Fred over the next hour, both doing kangaroo care with him during that time. After you worked with the lactation nurses to get Fred to latch to begin eating for the first time and he ate successfully for a few minutes, your primary nurse came into your room to check on you. “How are we doing? Feeling okay Mum?” she asked as she put on her gloves. 

You let out a quiet sigh as you held a now sleepy Fred close and admitted, “I feel a little light headed…”

“Oh, okay, let me just check something,” she said quietly before pulling your covers back to assess everything going on down there. 

Within seconds, she was massaging your belly and hitting your call button to get some help in the room. “What’s going on?” you asked, eyes wide as another nurse came in and began helping your nurse set up an IV pump and another rolled in a cart of supplies. 

“You’re bleeding a bit more than we would like you to be right now, so we’re just going to massage your uterus and give you some meds to make sure you’re contracted so the bleeding stops, okay?” she asked in a calm manner as she began working in tandem with her team in relative silence. 

“B-bleeding?” you asked, feeling your heart speed up at the words. You had read about postpartum haemorrhage and it was one of the things you had been hoping wouldn’t happen to you after delivering Fred…

Seeming to sense your stress, Fred began fussing on your chest and your nurse smiled softly at both you and George, telling him, “Dad, if you could please take baby for a few minutes while we work. Feel free to step out in the hall if you want.”

“George, I’m scared…” you whispered as you handed Fred over with shaking hands. 

“I’m not leaving,” he replied as he got Fred comfortable on one arm and held your hand with his free hand while he bounded the baby gently. 

“Thank you,” you replied in a shaky voice. You turned your head away from the team working on your right side and focused on your little family on your left as you tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, all things considered. After a few seconds of looking into George’s comforting eyes, you began to close yours and relax into the pillow behind you. 

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t close your eyes. Keep looking at us,” George said urgently which prompted you to snap them back open. “There you are,” he said with a smile on his lips. “Just keep those eyes open and stay with us, okay?”

A few hours, a unit of blood, and a bag of oxytocin later, you were on your way to the postpartum unit of the hospital to be monitored until you and Fred were both ready to discharge. As you held your baby close and relaxed into George’s embrace, your head turned toward the door when you heard a knock and a few familiar voices entering the room. 

The first to visit the three of you was of course both sets of parents, all of whom gushed over Fred and passed him around amongst themselves carefully as you all chatted, omitting the part about you almost bleeding out from Molly… After both sets of grandparents got their first fill of baby time, the next few hours were spent with scattered visits from family and friends alike. You drifted in and out of naps during this time, but were grateful to George for entertaining the company and ensuring that you got the rest you needed after everything you just went through. 

The next few weeks were definitely a transition period for the both of you, and you and George learned to manage time for yourselves, the baby, and your jobs. Things were rough going at first, but with help and advice from friends and family, and of course a whole lot of magic on George’s part, the two of you got into the swing of things and were beginning to navigate the transition into parenthood with only a few mishaps here and there. The last year had been a hard one on your mental health, but seeing the little miracle you and George made as you put Fred down to sleep at night made it all feel like it was worth it.

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brooke’s chapter commentary: my totally honest disclaimer for any inaccuracies - i wrote this when i was doing a class that had a lot to do with the pregnancy and birthing process, i have never had (nor do i plan on having) kids, so🤣 OKAY THE BERTIE BOTS SCENE I THOUGHT WAS SO CUTE, AND IT HAPPENED SO ORGANICALLY! I TEARED UP WHEN IT ENDED UP ON MY DOC BC ITS SO GOSH DARN CUTE 🥰😭 you guys, the scene with the bath was EVERYTHING to me! i just KNOW that george would be the absolute sweetest and most caring husband to his wife, especially on her bad days. when i was writing this chapter, it never occurred to me until then that wizards likely have never really dealt with needles? like…they have magical cures and fixes for everything, they don’t seem to need things that require needles, so that was a fun thought to run with. baby fred is here!! i’m so in love with their family dynamic, i CANT😭🥰 also, yes we stan Molly, but it’s absolutely canon in the books that she has a mistrust of muggle medicine, so it was included🤣

as always, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

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"And How Would You Like to Kiss a Smart Guy?"-Fred Weasley

requested: no

words: 1840

warnings: Molly complaining about the twins, reader is a Gryffindor and Sirius' daughter, also implied that reader is shorter to Fred

summary: When Molly complains about the twins, you defend then, especially Fred, leading to Sirius having old memories of Lily and James.

You could hear Molly Weasley yelling about something in the kitchen as you approached the door. Recently you, Harry, Hermione, and all the Weasley kids had been living in 12 Grimmauld Place, which is technically your family's house. Your dad had been hiding out there, and you had started living with him to make up for all the time lost while he was in Azkaban.

Grimmauld Place was starting to become your home and even feel like it. Ever since your Hogwarts letter came, the school has only ever felt like your real home. Many of your friendships were made there, your relationships all started there, and almost every happy memory was made at Hogwarts.

It was the place where you met Ron and Hermione on the train to Hogwarts. Then when you got sorted into Gryffindor you met Oliver Wood who was the Quidditch captain, and you became quick friends with him, due to you and Harry being on the team so young. It was also the place where you met the Weasley twins.

Ron had told you all about his oldest brother Bill, who now worked all the way in Egypt, and his other older brother Charlie who was a dragon tamer in Romania. Then he complained about how uptight Percy was. When he got to the twins it was a mix of funny stories and some humiliating ones for Ron.

"Oy, you're going to talk her ear off if you keep telling her about us," a voice yelled out. It was Fred Weasley. He was making his way over to where you and Ron were talking in the common room.

"Yeah, you're also not even telling her the truth," the other twin said, following behind Fred.

Fred came up behind you in the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, bending down a bit so that he could whisper something to you, "We're a lot funnier than that, and way better at pranks than he's making it out to be."

"Uh huh," you said, acting skeptical, "If you say so."

Him and George looked hurt at your words.

"If you say so," George yelled loudly, clutching his chest, "Do you hear this blasphemy?" he said to Fred.

Fred removed his arm from around your shoulders, "Oh, I do, and believe me I cannot stand for this. We didn't get detention for a month to be insulted like this. Now did we?"

You rolled your eyes, as Ron looked bored from having seen this act before, "Don't you two have anything better to do than bother some first years?"

"Well when you insult a man's pranks, one feels rather hurt," Fred said, continuing his dramatic act.

You looked him up and down before you said, "What man? All I see are two cocky gits."

They looked even more insulted, but once again Fred spoke first, "And she's got a sharp tongue. It seems we have our work cut out for us."

"That we do, dear brother," George said to his twin.

"You know what I think we need to do?"

"Of course I do, now off we go," George said before walking away with his twin in tow. That moment was the reason for the twins' further actions towards you. Wherever you went the twins would always do some prank near you to make you laugh. Fred started to take pride in knowing one of his jokes made you laugh, even if it was barely a chuckle or a smile.

The boys did everything they could to get you to crack. Slowly it became their favorite past time, especially for one twin. During 4th year something started to shift in how Fred saw you. You were no longer just his little brother's friend, but you were his too. Except he started to wish you were more.

He watched you get prettier over the years, to the point he caught himself staring a couple of times. Fred loved the banter between the two of you, you always had some sort of retort to everything. You still called his pranks "silly" or sometimes "immature" but that was only when it went wrong. He still did his dramatic act everything you said that, but now it was because he just liked having your attention all on him.

Fred's crush on you wasn't entirely unrequited though. You started to fall for him too. You didn't know if it was because of his charm, or the banter that was the closest you would get to flirting, or even just the way he looked. He was always looking down at you, having to lean in a little closer to hear you since he was so tall.

Being at Grimmauld Place was no different to being at Hogwarts with the way the twins, especially Fred, acted. They still pulled pranks and Fred still had his banter with you. Which was exactly what Mrs. Weasley was yelling and complaining about.

You'd walk in to make tea and grab a biscuit when you heard, "And they're always up to something. I can't with those two, one of these days they are going to have to grow out of these pranks and jokes," Molly complained, while cleaning the table.

"Hey, me and James were the same way, and look how we turned out," Sirius said, but Molly just gave him a look, "Alright, maybe not the best example, but look at Remus. He was part of our pranks, and he ended up teaching at Hogwarts."

Remus had now butted into the conversation, "I did end up having to leave due to my furry little problem, though I did enjoy some of their mischief, Molly," he defended, taking a sip of his tea.

"They don't even study. How will they get anywhere if they don't focus on school. For once I wish they would focus on their classes instead of some dumb prank or useless product," Molly continued on.

You'd been at the counter, letting your tea bag sit in your tea, as you listened to Molly rant. At some point you let out an eye roll and huff that did not go unnoticed. Your dad and uncle seemed to pick up on your small gestures.

"You seem to have some thoughts on this matter, why don't you share them with us," Sirius teased, sitting at the dinner table, leaning back in his chair.

You shrugged, annoyed you were being put on the spot, "I have nothing to say really."

"Oh come on, you go to school with them, you must have something to say," Remus interjected, picking up on what Sirius was doing.

Before you could respond, Molly spoke up before you, "It's alright dear, I know everyone is probably annoyed by their childish pranks."

You rolled your eyes again, this time deciding to defend the twins, "They're actually not that childish. They're pretty impressive if anything."

"Oh really? And what makes you say that?" Remus questioned, leaning against the counter.

"They've pulled off really complicated charms before actually," you started, "And they're both really smart, especially Fred. I once watched him pull off a charm during my first year, that not even seventh years could pull off. Whenever they come up with some new product Fred always shows it to me and explains it, and its always bloody genius. I don't think I've seen him come up with an idea that hasn't worked. I think if he did try to study he could be top of his class, especially in charms. He could probably give Hermione a run for her money if he cared enough. I don't see why everyone demeans his pranks so often. He's a bit of a genius when it comes to them," you explained, not realizing when your defense for the twins turned into you rambling on about how smart Fred was.

You turned around to face the three adults who all had a smile on their face, yet also seemed a bit shocked. Sirius started to massage his temples, quietly repeating "not again, not again," which you didn't understand why. While Mrs. Weasley had a knowing smile as she continued cleaning, not saying a word. Finally you turned to Remus, who was shaking his head at Sirius.

"What?" you exclaimed, confused as to why they were acting like this, "What's wrong with him? Why does he keep repeating that?" you asked Remus.

Remus took in a long deep breath before saying, "Because, about 17, maybe 18 years ago, Lily Potter said the same words, unknowingly might I add, about Harry's father all those years ago," he explained.

It took you a moment to connect the dots, but once you did you were quick to react, "Shut it."

"She said the same thing too," Remus teased, as you walked out of the kitchen.

***

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Fred had heard everything you said. He thought they were talking about something for The Order, but he ended up catching your conversation. He was over the moon to find out you thought of him like that, and he knew the next time he talked to you he would tease you about it for forever.

***

The next time Fred saw you, you were walking back to your room upstairs when he stopped you.

"What do you want, Weasley?" you asked, knowing he probably had some prank to show you, or a new product.

"I think you mean genius actually," he teased.

It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but once you did you felt a bit embarrassed, "So you heard all of that?"

He nodded his head, "Oh, I heard all of it. How I'm a genius, and my "silly" pranks are actually really impressive, and how you think I'm super smart," he teased, while having the biggest smile on his face.

You shrugged, "And so what if I do?"

Your confidence threw him off a bit, but he went with it. He was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Well, do you like smart guys," he asked, trying to shoot his shot.

"Maybe," you replied, inching closer to him without realizing it.

"That's not an answer, love," he said, the name rolling off his tongue as if it was completely normal.

"Yes, I do," you admitted.

Fred's smile got even wider at your confession, "Good" he said, "And how would you like to kiss a smart guy?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, who is this supposed smart guy?"

"I heard he's quite the genius," Fred said, closer to you now than he was before.

You considered it for a moment, "Then yes, yes I do."

"Even better," Fred said, before connecting his lips with yours. Your hands went around his neck, one of them tangling in his hair. Fred's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. You both had waited so long for this moment, that it was unbelievable that it finally happened. You didn't know what was next, but you enjoyed the moment between you.

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[mallowsweetmiri]

• One of the Boys •

Reader x Fred Weasley

Based off of Katy Perry’s song “One of the Boys”

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve always been one of the boys. That was until you came back from summer break looking a bit, different, as Fred puts it.

Warnings: cursing, mildly steamy scenario

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One of the boys

“Today was bloody brilliant!” Fred cheered and clapped you on the back as he raised his cup to Gryffindor. Practically the whole school was shoved in your common room to celebrate the quidditch cup.

“To Gryffindor!” Oliver bellowed drunkly as everyone drank and cheered.

“Seriously, Y/N, you played fucking amazing today,” Angelina bellowed, downing the rest of her drink.

“I can second that. Since when did you get so bloody good, little one?” George smiled as he put his arm around you. The twins had always been your good friends, the three of you joining the Gryffindor quidditch team in your third years. They’d often referred to you as little one, due to the fact that they towered over you. They constantly teased and pranked you, but you would also join in on their antics. More often than not, you guys were playing quidditch during the warm seasons and pranking Filch in the winter. You were really just one of the boys and you couldn’t be more happy to be a part of their mischief.

“I’ve always been good, Georgie. But I will admit, this was probably my best game yet,” you beamed as you joined the rest in downing your drink.

“You’re only that good thanks to our rigorous coaching throughout the years,” Fred smiled wryly, filling his own cup up again. You rolled your eyes.

“Yea right, Weasley. The two of you combined still wouldn’t be as good as me,” you challenged. The three of you went back and forth all night, drinking and laughing and celebrating Gryffindors victory. The high spirits continued throughout the week and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to all your friends at platform 9 and 3/4.

“Oh! So good to see you sweetie,” Molly smiled warmly as she dragged you into a tight hug, “Have a good summer, we’ll see you in the fall! Say goodbye boys.” Fred and George both approached you and each gave you a quick hug before heading out with the Weasley family.

“See you next year little one!” George called out.

“Don’t skimp out on the quidditch practice, Y/N! You could use it,” Fred shouted, giving you a cheeky smile and a wave. You rolled your eyes and sent a smile back before meeting with your own family and heading home for the summer.

3 months later

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time and smoothed the top of your hair flat.

“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to miss the train,” your dad called from downstairs.

“Coming!”

Over the summer you had grown a considerable amount. Your dad had been teasing you about how much time you spent in the bathroom getting ready, but you didn’t care. For once in your life you actually felt pretty. Your body had begun to fill out in all the right places and your hair had grown out well past your shoulders now. You had started to shave your legs and wear perfume. You had even bought new clothes as you had outgrown your old wardrobe. All of this had instilled you with a newfound confidence that had you beaming. As you walked onto platform 9 and 3/4, you wore a fitted long sleeve shirt and some new low waisted jeans. You had blown out your hair into soft falling curls and you had even applied some lip gloss. You were excited to start your sixth year with all your friends and your new look.

“Bye guys! I’ll see you for Christmas,” you hugged your family before loading your trunks on the train. As you put your final trunk into the train, someone called your name from behind.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Fred and George standing behind you, still towering over your frame.

“Fred! George! How was your summer?” You bounded towards them and hugged George. When you pulled back to hug Fred he just stood there with his mouth slightly agape. George nudged him and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and leaned in to hug you.

“You look… different,” was all he could manage to say. You chuckled and put your hands on your hips.

“Yes, I’m not so little anymore. You guys can stop calling me little one now,” you teased.

“Nah, you’re still tiny,” George brushed you off as you all started to head onto the train to find a compartment. After walking down the length of the train, you had finally found the compartment where Lee and Angelina were.

“Y/N! How was your summer! Oh my gosh, you look absolutely stunning,” Angelina beamed as she hugged you and pulled you down to sit next to her.

“Thanks Angie, I can say the same about you! And my summer was amazing,” you guys chatted back and forth, catching up on all the latest gossip and all the fun things you did over the summer. Fred and George beamed about the Quidditch World Cup and soon the five of you were full of sweets and ready to take a quick nap before you had to change into your school robes.

“Every year I tell myself not to eat so many chocolate frogs, and every year I eat more than I did the year before,” Lee groaned, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. You laughed and slid down in your own seat, leaning your head against the window and looking out across the green landscape. You were so happy to be back with your friends. The summertime was amazing, but there was nothing like Hogwarts. As you smiled to yourself, you looked up from the window to see Fred staring at you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shook his head and looked out the window. That was weird. You shook it off and leaned your head against the window again and nodded off.

Before long, the train had pulled into the station and crowds of students were piling out into to the night to go to welcoming feast. As you filed out of the train and towards the carriages, Fred and George lagged behind a bit and whispered to each other.

“Do you think they’re acting a bit strange?” You leaned in towards Angelina, sending another glance back towards the twins.

“Aren’t they always?” Angelina shrugged as she stepped into the carriage. She had a point.

After a few minutes, you found yourself at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore announce the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everybody increasingly getting excited as his speech went on. The excitement reached its peak as piles of fresh food appeared in front of you and everybody dug into the feast.

“Oh how I missed this food,” you groaned, piling food into your mouth. George hummed in agreement as he piled more potatoes into his mouth. You could feel Fred staring at you again but you decided against meeting his gaze this time. Were they going to prank you or something? He was acting so weird.

Shortly after dinner, everybody headed up to their dorms. Despite wanting to hang out together in the common room, the long day of travel and the large feast caught up with the Gryffindors as the students filed up the winding stairs to their rooms. You had just gotten to your room when you realized you left your book in the common room. You turned around and quietly padded down the stairs to retrieve it. You slowed your steps as you saw the twins huddled together on a couch with their backs turned from you.

“Well yes, I’m not disagreeing. Any bloke can see she looks good, so what? I mean, what are you trying to say?” You managed to hear George say as you approached the coffee table.

“Ooh, who looks good? Does someone have a crush?”

The twins jumped as you grabbed your book next to them.

“Bloody hell, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed with wide eyes. George laughed.

“See, you say you’re no longer little, but you’re so tiny your footsteps don’t even make a sound,” George teased, leaning back into the couch and tossing his arm over it. You rolled your eyes.

“You guys just stomp around like ogres, I walk like a normal human. Anyways, I’m heading to bed. Try not to drool over Angelina, Georgie. It’s only the first day back,” you teased as you turned to head up towards the girls dormitory. You heard George let out a loud laugh before hearing a loud slap and more commotion. You just smiled to yourself, oh how you missed those two. You entered your room and placed your book on your bedside table before going to your wardrobe to change.

“I think George likes you,” you nodded to Angelina as she shot up in her bed.

“Really?” She said with a slight smile. You just chuckled. You were so happy to be back.

The weeks flew by and soon the other wizarding schools had arrived. The only thing that sucked about this whole tournament was that there was no quidditch. It was a surprisingly warm November day when you bounded into the common room looking for a certain pair of red heads. You spotted them huddled up in the corner of the room, probably working on one of their pranking products as you had learned of recently.

“You two,” you pointed at the twins as they whipped their heads up, “wanna play quidditch? Two on two, George and Angelina, Me and Fred.” A cheeky grin immediately grew on George’s face as he turned to look at Fred. A more sheepish smile appeared on Fred’s face as he stood up.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s kick some ass.”

The game had turned out to be exactly what the four of you needed in midst of all the school work that was being assigned. You and Fred flew seamlessly together, scoring over and over again on George and Angelina. They were putting up a good front, but your flying skills were outmatched. You had even attracted a small crowd of students by the time the game ended.

“Good game,” you said, landing onto the field and sticking out your hand for Angelina.

“Yes, valiant effort you two,” Fred smirked, shaking Angelina’s hand after you.

“Merlin, Y/N, I forgot how good you are,” Angelina mumbled as she took her defeat in stride.

“Yeah, shes bloody brilliant,” Fred mumbled with a reserved smile. You looked up at him, beaming at the compliment but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

“Gotta admit it, little one. You sure can fly,” George clapped you on the back before following Angelina off the field.

“We make a good team, Freddie,” you smiled, patting his arm before beginning to walk off the field as well. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Why was Fred acting so weird around you? Did he not like you anymore? He had been so distant this year, choosing to spend his time with George and whenever you came over to join them, he seemed to shut down and become reserved. And Fred had certainly never been reserved before. You shook your head and walked back to your dorm to shower. You decided you’d ask George about it that night.

After dinner, you sat in the common room working on some homework with Angelina. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your eyes kept drifting over to the pair huddled in the corner. How in the world were you going to ask George about Fred when they were always together? As if your prayers had been answered, Fred stood up and walked out of the common room. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through the portrait hole. You took no time waiting and began to walk over to George.

“Ah, Y/N, what’s up?” George closed whatever he was working on and put his arm over the back of the couch. You took a seat next to him and turned to face him, nervously playing with your sleeves.

“Um, I actually had a question for you,” you stammered, looking up towards the portrait hole to make sure Fred wasn’t coming back.

“Spit it out, Y/N. What’s up? You’re making me worried,” George laughed, scooting closer to you. You cleared your throat.

“Does Fred have a problem with me? I dunno, it just seems like he doesn’t like me around anymore. He’s been acting so weird and I don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore,” you trailed off, looking down at your legs. George put his arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N, I can promise you that is not the case,” he sighed, “we both love hanging out with you.”

“Really?” You let out a breath and chuckled.

“Yes, really. Merlin, he is such an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him when Fred walked back into the common room. You looked up and your eyes met his. As he got closer to you and George, his brows furrowed. George took his arm off your shoulders and you shifted your body away from his.

“What are you guys talking about?” Fred questioned, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms over his chest, looking mildly annoyed. Why were his forearms so ripped? You shook your head and cleared your throat.

“I was just bugging him about the herbology assignment, which he hasn’t even started,” you glared at George. It was true that he hadn’t even started the lengthy assignment that was due by the end of the week. George chuckled.

“Did you set it up Freddie?” George questioned, probably about a prank, looking up at his twin. Fred still looked visibly annoyed.

“Yes. I did, but I should’ve made you do it.” Fred said dryly, his jaw clenching slightly. George rolled his eyes. You looked between the twins with a confused expression. You rarely saw them annoyed at each other.

“Alright, well I’m headed upstairs. Goodnight you guys,” you ducked out of the awkward atmosphere and towards Angelina to grab your books.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” George said as Fred sat down in your seat and began to whisper something to George. What was that all about?

A few days went by and Fred was still acting distant. You wondered if George had even said anything to Fred about it. If anything, Fred was avoiding you even more. George tried to give you passing smiles and waves, but anytime he passed you in the halls, Fred would completely ignore you. Even at dinner, he would rarely engage in conversation with you and you were starting to feel really hurt. After this particular night where he purposefully avoided your gaze the entire dinner, you were actually angry at him. He’d been acting so weird all year and then as soon as you talked to George about it, he started completely ignoring you. That night, you left your dorm and stomped up to the twins room. You knocked on the door and stood there with your arms crossed waiting until George opened it. He looked taken aback by your angry presence.

“I need to talk to Fred, alone.” You stated. George gulped and turned to Lee.

“Let’s go to the common room,” he grabbed Lee and pushed past you. Fred was now looking at you from his bed. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. It looked half scared and half the nonchalant expression he’d been giving you the past few days.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stomped over the his bed where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. What are you talking about?” He shrugged as he looked up at you nonchalantly, but you could see his jaw tensing.

“Are you serious right now, Fred? You know exactly what I’m been talking about. You’ve been avoiding me all week, ever since I talked to George about you. I don’t know if he even mentioned it to you, but I thought you didn’t like me anymore! He told me that wasn’t true, but now I’m not too sure anymore! You’ve been acting like a prat all week!” You were fuming at this point. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to pretend like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

“That’s not fuckimg true! I told you I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N,” he jumped up off the bed and stalked towards you, “why can’t you just take my word for it?” His height became apparent as he loomed over you. You only stood up straighter and kept your arms crossed.

“Well then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like hanging out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me?” You questioned, your anger slowly seeping away and being replaced with the hurt you’d been feeling. Fred sighed, his posture relaxing as he saw your eyes fill with sadness. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I do like hanging out with you, Y/N. Merlin, I’ve been missing spending time with you, I just…” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.

“You just what, Fred? Since when are you so shy?” You asked genuinely. That only made Fred groan and run his hands roughly through his hair again.

“Since I started liking you! Since you showed up on the platform looking like that and now I can’t even look at you without thinking you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” the words tumbled out of his mouth and left you standing there with your mouth open. Did he just say he likes you? Did he just call you beautiful? “I miss playing quidditch with you and coming up with pranks together but fuck, Y/N. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I want to be with you.” You stood still for what felt like a long time. Were you dreaming right now? Your brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. I mean, Fred was standing in front of you, confessing his feelings to you in a very real way. But you’d been friends for so long. What if this ruined everything? But he was standing right in front of you with his messy hair and his freckled face and his furrowed brows and he just looked so good and he was finally talking to you again and

“Oh, fuck it,” you breathed out, closing the space between the two of you. You were kissing him. And it felt so good. He groaned into your lips as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body as his lips worked against your own. Your hands tangled in his red locks as you pulled at his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up your body until he held your cheeks. He kissed you softly one more time before pulling back. You face was blushed red as you stared up at him with wide eyes. He finally let out a breathy laugh and his lips curved up into a crooked smile.

“You’re so cute, fuck,” he laughed, still holding your face in his large hands, “I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a prat. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after kissing you, fuck, I should’ve ruined it a long time ago.”

“I just wish you would’ve told me earlier. Had I known you liked me, I could’ve had you kissing me all year,” you smirked as you walked him to the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you down with him.

“Let’s make up for lost time then,” Fred whispered as he pulled you to his lips. You groaned as you straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. This man knew how to use his tongue.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass. He chuckled as his grabbed your hips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you bent over your luggage on the platform,” he breathed out with a smirk as he slapped your ass. You gasped and hit his chest.

“Freddie!” You scolded, but it didn’t last long as he pulled you back to his mouth, making you moan as his thumbs rubbed over your hip bones.

“Bloody hell,” you heard someone say from the door. You gasped and pulled away from Fred only to see George standing in the doorway with his jaw wide open. Fred’s smirked stayed plastered on his face and his grip held you tight on his lap.

“Sorry Georgie, think you can give us a few more minutes? We’re still talking.”

[cherry-pop-elf]

Detox Day

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: It had been a long day of work, and your poor Hubby needed to detox a little. So, what better way than to have his loving partner help him out? First to put your son to bed, and remind him he deserves some self care

Warnings: 18+, So much fluff, gentle sex, domestic fluff, oral (male reviving) foot massages, kinda foot fetishy? This fic is very fluffy and playful, technical fem doming? ((George is EXTRA submissive in this one. Love me a man that whimpers. Mm))

“Dad’s home-!” Little Freddy shouted, the moment he heard the door open. Poor George hardly got a foot through said door, before Junior jumped onto his leg. Holding on for dear life, as if George would fade into a mist. Just never wanting to let go.

Despite being so bone dry tried, he just couldn’t resist his baby boy. He would take his dress suit jacket off, and hang it, before yanking his son into the air. Holding him high, and making him laugh. Squeals of pure delight filled the air, before he was attacked in kisses. Being held back just as tightly, as you watched.

“How was the shop-?” You asked, as you finished up dinner. Normally you helped out, of course. But George wanted to make sure Freddy had a stable life. Even as a baby, George made sure to have him in a sling around him. With ear protection, of course, while working in the shop. Not wanting to have a strained relationship. Much like what happened with his own parents. Seven kids isn’t as stable as people think. He wanted to make sure little junior always had a parent to love him deeply. When Freddy starts Hogwarts, that’s when you’ll return. That’s a promise.

<OH THE STORIES I HAVE TO SHARE WITH YOU> He would sign, so that Freddy didn’t notice, as he was busy hugging his father. Sounded, ironically, like he had himself a very bad day. One for little ears to not bear. As much as he didn’t want Junior to be naive to the world, he still needed a childhood just as much.

“Now come on over to dinner, you two. Still warm.” You gently encouraged, as Freddy was soon climbing onto his father’s shoulders. Quick to sit on them, and rest his head on the older man’s. Oh how identical they were. The same wild hair, same little smile. You loved them so much. Couldn’t stop yourself from joining in with the grins, as you rounded them up for a much needed meal.

For once, George had actually stayed rather quiet. That concerned you, as you ate. The meal wasn’t silent, however. Junior was more than happy to fill the quiet. Talking about the day he had with you. George was smiling at each word, but you could read him like a book. He was tired. So very tired. Not a need for sleep tired. That defeated tired. Suppose the weight of Fred no longer being in the shop was weighing on him again. His other half, if you will, no longer there for support. He felt alone, and tried to drown himself in work again. Guess you’ll need to fix that, won’t you?

“And then and then-“ But a yawn was quick to cut the little boy off. Poor thing talked himself tired again. A habit he’s developed. Just so full of energy. “Georgie, can you clean up while I put Freddy to beddy?” Was asked, as you hoisted the tot in the air. He whined, with the normal complaints of not being sleepy.

“Sure thing, love. Big boys need lots of rest.” George was quick to sooth. A gentle kiss to the little boys temple, and a squeeze to his little hand. “Love you, Junior.” He added, as your little boy smooshed his cheek against George’s. Reminded you so much of when Fred and George often did that. As a mock facade of ‘cute innocent little boys that could do no wrong.’ You don’t know how he picked up the habit, but a sneaking suspicion that there was a ghost at WWW wasn’t out of your mind.

“Love you to, Daddy.” He yawned, as you would bring the little boy to your chest. Humming away, as you escorted him to his bedroom. Rich in all that he loved. Tucked into bed he went, with his favorite little toy. A dragon plush from his uncle Charlie. Still smelled like soot, and that’s what soothed your tike. Snuggled in his grandmas quilts, and listening to you read him a bedtime story.

George would happily watch, as Junior gave him a sleepy wave. Along with a waving paw from the little dragon. George returned it, and gave a little finger wave to the dragon as well. Making sure they were both greeted. Seemed seeing him at the door way was what helped sooth Freddy to sleep. Out like a light, with his father quick to kiss his head. Doing his best to still be as involved in his life as he could. Even when so horribly tired. So much as just being physically there does wonders.

The door would be closed, with his night lights set, before George finally let himself drop his facade. The age in his face there in a blink. The sag, the exhaustion, the pale cheeks, everything seemed to just scream defeat. He learned to hide his emotions very well, after the war. Broke your heart to know it. He was just so damn drained.

“Go and sit down. I’ll grab you a drink, and you can tell me about your day.” You offered, with a kiss to his cheek. Earned you a crooked smile, as that sounded delightful to him. To just take a minute to let it all soak in. Get his muscles undone.

Into the comfortable arm chair he went. Just leaning back into it, and letting himself melt for a moment. Get off his exhausted feet, and breathe. Your poor hubby. Some Fire Whiskey is needed, and many other little TLC’s.

You would return with the glass, and bottle, to be placed on the table next to him. Along came a kiss to his cheek, before you were sitting at his feet. Your head in his lap, as you hugged his legs. Showing all your attention was on him. Making sure he knew you were there.

“Where do I even start-?” He groaned, as he would take the drink in one swift swallow. The way he rubbed his temples told you it all. A rough day at the shop. Your poor hubby. Not a day where he could just be playful and himself. A bullshit day of bullshit and more bullshit.

He would soon ramble about the day, as he poured another glass. Talking on about the parents, as you would work on untying his shoes. Placing them aside, and smiling to yourself. One sock being orange with purple stripes, and the other purple with orange polka dots. Never change, George. Never change.

“Then she asked for a refund. She asked for a refund, on a love potion, because the person she gave it to didn’t fall in love with her. It made sense, until she explained that he used it as perfume. That’s not how it works, and for the love of Merlin-“ He rambled on, as you would soon massage at his aching feet.

“Damn that feels good-“ He groaned, as he leaned back. Whatever else he was trying to say was forgotten. Just the comfort of being pampered. Not something he was used to. He’s normally the one drowning you in affection. So, you pulled a sneaky. You pampered him because it made you feel better. Get rekt.

“Poor baby. I can feel the blisters already. Such a hard working man. Even with magic, you just have to keep busy.” You tsked, playfully, as you gave his foot a hug. Making him playfully push at your cheek with the socked appendage.

“Got a thing for feet or something, you freak?” He teases on, as you gave a playful bite at his foot. “Freak of nature-“ He scoffed, but you both laughed. Hypocrite he was. Have to be a weirdo to think you could become one of the richest men in the Gaelic isles from a joke shop. Then prove yourself right.

“You are to be blamed for it all.” You egged on, before you would snuggled between his legs. Your chin on his chair, and looking up at him. So much love and devotion, returned in your own gesture. Those big brown eyes. You could stare into them forever. So full of spark, even after so many years. They were still so full. Despite it all, he was alive. Both physically, and mentally.

“Gonna just stare at me all night? Not complaining-“ He would smirk, as he would sway his cup of whiskey. A satisfying buzz on his tongue, as you were happy he was relaxing. He needed it, and you were going to make sure he would get some good sleep tonight.

With a grab of your wand, you gave it a flick. Casted a silencing charm, and an alert charm as well. In case Freddy needed either of you, but also warn you so you don’t traumatize him with what you were about to do.

“I have other things in mind.” You winked, as he rose a brow. With the wand set aside, as you would kissed his thigh. Taunting him, as you would rub at his calves. Getting him to give a blissful hum, as he closed his eyes. Just enjoying being touched.

Just something slow, and gentle. That’s what he needed. He deserved it. To relax, and for you to pamper him. You both loved it. To flip the script, and enjoy each other’s company. To hear each others whispers, and blissful sighs.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” You whispered, before starting to unzip his dress pants. The sigh of relief he gave, when you pulled them down, was just heaven to your ears. To admire the hard on forming in the orange fabric. You couldn’t help but kiss it, and appreciate it. The simple act of being aroused by someone he loved so much.

“Such a tease.” He muttered, as he enjoyed another lazy sip. Wasn’t something he normally did. Made him feel like some Head Of The House bullshit he hated. As being in a family of seven siblings, everyone played a roll. There was no real ‘boss’ of the family. Molly more so was the leader, than any boss. He hated the idea of hierarchy, but he knew you genuinely enjoyed these moments. Communication is sexy.

“Learned it from the best.” You winked, as he rolled his eyes. <SARCASTIC BITCH> He signed. Well, more so said Female Dog. Even with sign language, he was cheeky. You retaliated with a flip off. “Ah, how educated of you. I would think you were a pure blooded noble~” He fanned himself, making you snort into his thigh.

“Let me be sexy, for like two seconds-!” You begged, between your snorts. That had him laugh even more. It was hard to take things to serious, and that was wonderful. Most of the time. Just to be at a point that it’s just laughter, instead of awkward noises and averting eyes.

“Ok ok, be sexy. Go-“ He finger gunned, with a wink. That had you slap his thigh. “Gregory, please-!” Was just more laughter, as you tried to get back in the mood. Even if you couldn’t, the love of laughter was all that mattered. You loved how he found a way to make you laugh, no matter what. It was wonderful.

“Alright, I yield. Go on ahead. Be sexy.” He would fight his giggles, with another sip from his whiskey. Savoring the flavor, as to try and calm himself down. Along with not he sloshed, because he damn well wanted to enjoy the moment.

With your breathe caught, and tears wiped away, you were finally able to return to the prize. Had you biting your lip, as you admired it. After so many times, you still couldn’t help but get excited to. No matter the years.

You would tug down his underwear, and watched it spring to life. The groan of relief was sending a thrill down your spine, as he was able to get the relief of the air on his exposed cock. Chilling, but needed from the heat of the whiskey in his system.

“Now time for my drink.” You grinned, as you kissed the tip of his cock. A few gentle kisses down it, as it throbbed against your lips. Excited to be given attention. You were more than happy to give him such. Little kisses, up and down his dick. Just taking it easy, as he enjoyed the view.

“Wonder if I’ll be able to taste that whiskey….” You absentmindedly muttered, before you run your tongue up the side. That got him to shiver, as he would hold onto the chair. Just letting you take full control, as he enjoyed the buzz in his chest and groin.

He was just so cute. How his freckles looked like stars, on those roses cheeks. The way his eyelids fluttered, when you licked over his tip. How he bit his lip, when you gave attention to his balls. He had so many beautiful expressions. Who could resist a submissive man?

“Please…..” He almost whimpered, as he stayed a good boy. Keeping his hands firm on the arm rests, and letting you remain in charge. Good boys deserved rewards, and rewards were given to those good boys.

The head of his cock would slip past your lips, and he moaned in relief. The heat of his cock in your mouth was exciting, as his need for you was impossible to hide. How his heart was racing in your mouth, as you took more down.

“Fuck….Fuck that feels good-“ He moaned for you, as you looked up to him. How his face was even more flushed, and how his nose did its cute little scrunch. Oh how you loved when his nose would speak for him. Was just an adorable thing. Had you smile, as you would bob your head. Pulling out more moans of pleasure.

It was simple, like that. It didn’t always have to be complex. Nor hot and steamy. Sometimes, you just wanted to pamper your partner. Make love. Remind them how much you love them. Course, it’s also quite the bonus to hear all the sounds they made. Not distracted by the heat of the moment. All for you to enjoy.

After a while, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth. Had your eyes look up, and you could see the way he was trying to hold back. The way he was panting, with his pretty lips parted. His hair slightly a mess, and his eyes closed. Such beautiful lashes he had. Ever fluttering, when your rubbed your tongue over a vain.

He was close, and you wanted him to spill. Spill into your mouth, and watch him whimper your name. To breathe heavy, and drool ever so slightly. To just let all that tension leave his body, as you would take good care of him. Make sure he was cozy, and relaxed.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ His whimpers answered your prayers, as you would take him deep down your throat. Savoring the feeling, as his cock was spurting down it. Oh his moans were just the trumpets of heaven. How his chest heaved, and his stomach clenched. The way his head rolled back, and his mouth opened wider. You didn’t need to get off. That was your reward. A whimpering man.

With his high coming down, you would pull off from his cock. Happy to have swallowed it all, and even gave the tip a little peck. As a thanks. Thanks for giving you such a beautiful sight.

“That hit the spot.” He sighed, as you stood up. A gentle hand to brush his hair aside, as he kissed his cheek. Right on the scar, from when he lost his ear. A reminder you loved all of him. Every, last, inch.

“I better return the favor-“ He said, but you poked his nose. “In the morning, hm? Time for you to get some needed sleep.” You would hush, with another kiss to his cheek. That got a whine of protest, but he knew he was a bit tipsy. Best to enjoy the buzz, instead of risking a hang over.

With his pants and underwear taken off, he would strip off the rest of his exhausted clothes. Nothing a Accio for his sleep wear couldn’t fix. Into those comfy pajamas bottoms, and old shirts that once belonged to his older siblings.

The two of you would quickly give one last check to Freddy, seeing him peacefully asleep, before returning to your own bedroom. To go through your own sleep routine, before snuggling close. Yourself in one of his stolen shirts. Nothing more comfortable than that.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, as he would play with your hair. “Exist.” You smirked, before he rolled his eyes. Regardless, those words meant a lot. It’s been such a burden to be a lonely twin, but you’ve made it easier. You made him alive.

“Love you, so much, jellybean.” He would give you a gentle kiss, and you returned it. Tucked under his chin you went, as he hugged you tighter. A squeeze of reassurance, as the sounds of late night Diagon soothed you both to sleep.

A simple night, but those were cherished all the same.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Babies on the Brain

George Weasley x reader

Requested by @hahahafucku

Request gist: smut where George sees you holding Fred baby and he feels the need to give you one of his own.

A/N: thanks for the request. I carried on Fred and Angelina’s romance (Freds not dying in my world and George is ending up with the reader instead). I've never been good at writing for breeding kinks (I say like I'm good at writing other things) so I'm sorry if it sounds cliche or cringy or if it's just downright terrible. I don't know if I went a bit overboard on the before smut stuff.

T/W: unprotected sex, soft dom George, breeding kink, praise, kitchen counter sex, ginger baby (jk)

You and George had met in your first year of Hogwarts but your slow build up to a couple started after your fourth year. You had known him for years. His parents loved you, his siblings loved you, and he adored you. You loved his family, from his caring mum, to his mischievous twin, and finally his young sister (who was thrilled to have another girl in the family).

Speaking of George's mischievous twin, you couldn't believe the news when you heard that he was going to be a father. This was a boy who (with his twin) had set a firework dragon on a ministry of magic worker, had stolen a flying car, and had tested joke shop products on first year students back in Hogwarts. He was going to be a brilliant dad.

Those months went by with you and George helping Fred and Angelina with anything they needed, from trips to St Mungos to shopping for baby accessories. Throughout this time, George began to keep a closer eye on you. He’d zone out when you recommended baby grows to get his future niece or nephew or when you’d buy baby products so that the expecting parents were prepared.

A week after Angelina gave birth, she and Fred brought the little one round to meet the family. A little boy who already shared the Weasleys trademark fiery hair. Angelina passed him to you, letting you hold the baby whilst she went for a well deserved rest (Molly had persisted that she looked tired and could take a nap in Fred’s old room). You bounced the little baby in your arms, unaware of your boyfriend watching you from the doorway.

He didn't want to admit it, but seeing you with a baby in your arms made him weak in the knees. He wanted it to always be like this. He wanted the baby in your arms to be his. He'd always thought about having kids with you someday, but this was a wake up call. And the call was answered by that voice inside of him, telling him to make you his and only his.

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Once you got home to the small house that you and George shared, you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. All you had been talking about all afternoon was how adorable Fred’s baby was with his tiny button nose and little toes. George stalked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face immediately going to the crook of your neck to press soft kisses to the skin.

“You’d make such a perfect mum to our kids”.

His words made you freeze. At first, you didn't think you’d heard him correctly, since his face was still tucked into your neck. But he made sure that you would listen.

“I bet you’d look so beautiful carrying our baby. So full and swollen…so full because of me”.

At this point, he was slowly rocking his hips against your ass. His cock slowly got harder while he left kisses along your collarbone. Small breathy moans slipped past your lips, his words and grinding getting you wetter by the second. You pushed your hips back against his, wanting nothing more than for George to take the hint and fuck you into the countertop. His hand splayed across your stomach through your clothes, muttering a soft “Want me in here, sweetheart?”. Your small whimper and frantic nodding had him smiling to himself. He wanted you to admit that you wanted this, he needed you to admit that you wanted him to do this.

“Need you to tell me what you want, love. Tell me how much you want to be full of my cum”. His breath on the shell of your ear caused you to shiver and turn your head as much as you could to look him in the eye. “Please George, fuck me. Fill me up. I want to be full”. Once he made you beg, he pulled your dress up and pulled your underwear to the side, knowing that it would take too long to pull them off. George pushed his trousers and boxers down, before pushing into you with one thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. His pace was quick and desperate from the moment he was inside of you. His cock felt amazing. You had both had sex without protection before but it felt somehow better when you didn't have to worry or take precautions. Your moans were sultry and erotic, and George swore that he had never heard a prettier sound (apart from the sound of his hips slapping against the plush of your ass).

His hand trailed its way down to tease and play with your clit, wanting to make you cum first. He had always insisted on cumming after you. His mouth was next to your ear in a second, his voice dripping with lust. “That's it sweetheart, milk my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want me to cum deep inside you. Cum for me and I’ll stuff you so full of my cum that you’ll be carrying twins”. His thrusts got sloppier but his small circles on your clit got more determined. All it took was one final thrust to have you cumming around his cock, your walls clenching tighter than before. George's hold on you got tighter as his cum flooded your insides, not a drop going to waste.

After you had both caught your breaths and calmed down, he pulled his cock out. Pulling your underwear to its correct spot before whispering in your ear “Keep it all in there love, I’ll check tonight and if even a drop is gone, I’ll just have to fill you up again”

[wisteria-lodge]

What do you think about Molly Weasley?

I have a lot of thoughts about Molly Weasley. I think she’s a fantastic character,  just not in the way that JKR intended. 

I think the intention was to make Molly kind of a mama bear. Fiercely loving, fiercely protective, hot tempered… but you know. In a cute way. In a warm way. I do think that Movie!Molly threads this needle. (I also think that her bear-ears hairstyle is perhaps intentional.) 

Movie!Molly gets her big duel with Bellatrix, she gets (reasonably) annoyed at the boys for stealing the car. Her only spicy moment is the Howler… which is softened and made more comedic by 1) including a nice message for Ginny at the end 2) including a tongue-sticking-out moment, which turns the whole thing into more of a joke on Molly. Now it’s your mom being kind of weird and embarrassing… versus her public shaming you, toxic tik-tok mom style. The Howler is much worse in the book: “​​I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN’T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS.”

So let’s talk Book!Molly, because there’s a lot there. She’s a Prewett, growing up in a more *typical* pure blood family as opposed to being a “blood traitor” Weasley. (Cedrella Black was disowned for marrying a Weasley, Lucretia Black married a Prewett no problem.)  Molly also married Arthur really young, and really quickly. It’s even lightly implied they married too quickly - 

“I just think [Bill and Fleur] have hurried into this engagement, that’s all!”  “They’ve known each other a year,” said Ron (...)   “Well, that’s not very long! I know why it’s happened, of course. It’s all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they’re rushing all sorts of decisions they’d normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and center —”  “Including you and Dad,” said Ginny slyly.  “Yes, well, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?” said Mrs. Weasley.

There’s some psychological truth to that. (Also, Molly and Arthur were 100% hooking up while at Hogwarts:)

“[The Fat Lady] was here in my time,” said Mrs. Weasley. “She gave me such a telling off one night when I got back to the dormitory at four in the morning —”  “What were you doing out of your dormitory at four in the morning?” said Bill, surveying his mother with amazement. Mrs. Weasley grinned, her eyes twinkling.  “Your father and I had been for a nighttime stroll,” she said.

And the timeline’s too fuzzy to know for sure…  but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Molly getting pregnant with Bill was one of the reasons she and Arthur got married so fast. 

It’s hard to say, because you never get a great sense of their relationship, but I’m actually not sure how compatible the two of them are, or if they would have gotten married at all if it hadn't been for the war and all these external factors. There is an ongoing conflict between them: Arthur is a political radical who seems to enjoy upsetting the Malfoys - he’s not playing nice, he doesn't have a prestigious job, he’s not getting a promotion anytime soon, and he’s fine with this. His interest in muggles is fringe counterculture stuff, and his hobby is illegal. And Molly… is pretty establishment. She wants her sons to be Head Boys and Prefects, and then she wants them to get jobs at the Ministry:

“Mum went mad at [Fred and George after finding their prank candy.] Told them they weren’t allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. . . . She’s furious at them anyway. They didn’t get as many O.W.L.s as she expected.” “And then there was this big row,” Ginny said, “because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.”

Like we hear about this interaction secondhand, which softens the emotion, but I’m sorry? Molly burned their order forms? She wants them to do jobs they very clearly have no aptitude for, instead of being entrepreneurs? Arthur sides with the twins, and of course he does. They’re anarchists just like he is. But it *really* bothers Molly, and this conflict just keeps coming up. 

[sidenote. You cannot tell that Arthur Weasley, once he was in his late 20s/early 30s, once he had grown into himself a bit. Tell me that this man didn’t once think “you know, I really should have married a Muggle. That would’ve been perfect.”’]

But back to Molly Weasley, nee Prewett. She wants a big family, and there is no way this doesn't have something to do with the fact that both her brothers were just brutally killed. She’s trying to distract herself, fill some void, find some meaning. The fact that it doesn’t work (because how could it, she’s got just buckets of unprocessed trauma) is maybe why she is so set on having a girl. Maybe a little baby girl is what she needs. 

In the main timeline of the book, Molly 100% needs enrichment. She needs to start breeding alpacas or join a book club or get a job. (Job could be cool, especially since she has no kids at home and money is an issue.) Like come on, Molly is intense, Type A, and powerful. Possibly one of the best duelists in the entire series. She takes out Voldemort’s number two, and Bellatrix has already defeated Sirius - incredibly talented and powerful in his own right. I do think that the reason JKR made this choice (instead of letting Neville have a confrontation with Bellatrix, which would have been more narratively straightforward) is because (whether consciously or unconsciously) she doesn’t like the idea of one of her good-guy GUY characters hurting a woman. So Molly defeats Bellatrix with magic mom powers, which is the same reason Narcissia can lie to Voldemort’s face I guess.

What Molly definitely does NOT need to be doing is obsessing about her kids' significant others. Like take Fleur. (Who I think we as readers were meant to dislike more than we actually did?)  Fleur is great. So when Molly has a problem with her… then starts trying to matchmake Bill with Tonks… until Tonks (another fan favorite) also starts annoying her… it makes Molly looks really unreasonable. Also, let Bill have his long hair and earring. 

She gets weird about Hermione in Book 4, after she believes Rita Skeeter’s write-up that she's some sort of temptress playing Harry and Krum off each other. Instead of, idk, asking Harry (who she thinks of as a surrogate son) she sends Hermione a passive-agressive comically undersized chocolate egg. Harry and Ron get huge ones. That’s not cute, or funny.

Also, Percy and Penelope Clearwater. I know the real-world reason Percy hides his relationship in Book 2 is so he can be a red herring acting all suspicious… but in universe, I guess Percy just wants to date someone without his mom being weird about it? Like Penelope Clearwater is nice and normal and fine. Why is he hiding this relationship?

Then there’s Molly the disciplinarian, which we mostly see in the context of Fred and George (although there is also Ron being public-shamed by the Howler.) She is constantly giving the twins a hard time about their life choices, their jokes. Ron says “I remember Mum walloping Fred with her broomstick." Then yeah, she burns their order forms. She does feel bad about this later, and after the whole thing at the Quidditch World Cup hugs them and says, “What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn’t get enough O.W.L.s?” It’s meant to be a sweet moment, but this would annoy me just a little. It’s a little like saying, “I’m glad I don’t have to think of myself as being a bad mother.” 

I also want to point out Molly's pretty clear favoritism. Fred and George are the problem children, Ginny is the baby (although we almost never see her and her mother interact, so it’s actually very hard to say what their relationship is like), and Percy is the golden child. We see how this sort of sets him apart from all his siblings, how he's described as pompous and full of himself, but also how he’s secretive and hides things from his family. It’s kind of precarious being the golden child, and when he finally does stop pleasing his mother he falls hard. (Although I will always be a big believer in Daddy Issues!Percy. That has to be why he commits that hard to Barty Crouch Sr that fast, and then ignores that many red flags.) 

And of course Ron is the invisible child. Almost the first thing we hear him say is, “She always forgets I don’t like corned beef.” That one can slide. Molly’s got five kids at home, she made corn beef sandwiches, not everyone is going to be equally happy. But Ron’s clothes.  Molly makes her own clothes, she's defined by her facility with household magic. She knits Ron sweaters... but at least two of them are maroon despite the fact that Ron hates maroon. His room is  plastered top to bottom in bright orange Chudley Cannons merch. She couldn’t make him an orange sweater? There’s also the issue with the dress robes. Ron clearly doesn’t like them (“Mum, you’ve given me Ginny’s new dress.”) But he is the one who cuts off the lace trim later, and he doesn’t do an amazing job. I know that it's a joke, but like. That sounds like a job for Molly.

We do get Horcrux!Hermione telling Ron that he is the “Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter,” so this idea of Molly picking favorites is *kind of* in the text. But Horcrux!Hermione is wrong about Harry/Hermione being a thing, so maybe we’re meant to read this as Ron’s baseless anxiety? It doesn’t feel like that though. What it actually feels like is an unresolved plot thread. 

So here’s my take on Molly Weasley. This is someone who is pretty high-powered, who suffered a period of emotional upheaval, then got married and started having kids because she kind of thought that was what you do - and it wasn’t as fulfilling as she thought it would be. I think a lot of her comments come off as *meaner* than JKR intended, because let’s face it - JKR has a kind of mean sense of humor. And if I want to speculate further… I think there are quite a few parallels between Molly Weasley and JKR. I don't think she put them there consciously.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

It hurts....but we're here to hold you together; Weasley twins x reader

*Author's note*

So this is a surprise and a LOOONG time coming. I had been out of the HP fanfic game for awhile but with the Wizard's of Baking show that my dad and I had checked out, it reminded me of the magical world I once loved writing about. And four years ago I had hoped to continue one of my previous oneshots and make it blossom into something more and now I can safely say that I can do it.

For those who wish to read that fic first, click here to get more info that way no one's lost. Now I KNOW that Sirius dies after the twins leave the school during Umbridge's reign of terror but for the sake of this story, let's make it before.

Warnings: PURE ANGST (Sirius Black is dead), some fluff, Umbridge. Just get the tissues on hand cause this does get sad people.

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@remussl0vers

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I miss you dad.  Everything’s has felt pointless since you died.  Hogwarts is not the same, happy place it once was.  But leaving it doesn’t seem better either.  I’m just—sinking.  I think about the times we had together, and the short time of our reunion together.   If I had only just seen that bitch Bellatrix raise her wand and stopped her…..you’d perhaps would still be here…..with me.

I’ve felt nothing but unbearable rage since you died.  I’ve driven all my friends away.  No one dares to look me in the eye anymore.  The screams and shrieks of the Shrieking Shack are the only thing that settle my rattling mind and fast-paced heart nowadays.  And it doesn’t help ever since Umbridge took over as headmistress of Hogwarts.  She especially has had it out for me.

And for what? For being your daughter. She just loves to rub your death in my face.  Until one day I finally snapped and nearly clawed her eyes out. 

But when I had her pinned down at my mercy, I was brought back to that day.  The day I had Bellatrix Lestrange at my mercy when I was in my animagus form and how I could’ve killed her but something had stopped me.  Just like something was stopping me from maiming Umbridge’s face.

From that day I ran and isolated myself.  This anger that’s festered its way inside me but then something stops it—I’m so lost and confused of what’s happening to me.

I buried my face into my lap as I wept silently burying my head into my lap as I thought back on our final moments together that we had earlier this year.

*Flashback*

It was shortly after Harry had had his hearing with the Ministry of Magic for using Magic outside of school all to protect his abusive cousin Dudley.  Personally for me, I’d see no wrong with it and if I were Minister I’d let him off with a warning especially since this was his first offense.

But with Voldemort now fully returned, the Minister is doing everything he can to frame Harry as the ‘Boy who Lies’.  I growled as I tossed the paper aside only to jump once I saw the familiar figures of Fred and George sitting on either side of me.

“You know George, after all these years you think she’d be used to our sudden appearances.” Said Fred teasingly.

“Indeed Fred, and yet everytime she still jumps like a toad.” George mocked playfully.

“Would you rather me breathe fire like a dragon cause I know the spell to do it?” I threatened.

“Now, now you know we can’t help but mess with yah. Besides we’re finally able to use magic outside of school. You should be joining us!” Fred said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders nudging me closer to him.

“Yeah c’mon Black have a little fun for once.”

“Fun? Okay.” I stood up and wrapped my arms around both their necks bringing them into me now.  “I’ll show you both fun.” As I spoke, I summoned out my puma tail and raised it up and had it tap Fred’s shoulder first.

He turned around and as he looked to his right, I snuck into his back pocket and snagged his wand.

“Fred she—” I then pulled on George’s ear to make him stop talking and yelp in pain, allowing me to quickly swipe his wand.  I ran towards the door with both their wands and they chased after me.

“You’ll pay for that Black!” Fred’s voice echoed from the hallway as I entered another one of the bedrooms.  I quickly hid behind the door and I saw the twins enter the room.  “You can’t hide from us (N/n).”

“We’ll find you one way or another.” I saw as the twins ducked under each bed thinking that I had gone under there.  But I silently sneaked out past them and went.

“Caw-caw stupid lions!” before racing off.  I knew they had popped up like hares in a burrow and I could hear them racing after me.  Now hiding in one of the old closets I heard George say.

“No wonder she’s Ravenclaw’s best Seeker.” George said.

“She can’t have gotten far this place isn’t that big. Let’s try upstairs in the attic.” I heard their footsteps trudge up the stairs so I came out from the closet just beneath the stairway when I heard George proclaim.

“SEEKER! SEEKER’S ON THE MOVE!!” I heard the two Beaters race back down the stairs tailing right after me.  I came into one last room and hid their wands in a cupboard before shutting it as the twins finally had me trapped in the room.

“Caught you.” They both panted.

“About time you Gryffindor Beaters finally caught up to me.” I mocked playfully.

“Ha, ha now give us our wands back.” Said Fred.

“Wands? Wands? Hmm-mmm…..” I trailed off.  “Sorry no wands except my own.” I said waving mine in front of them.

“(Y/n) where are they?” George in his serious tone.

“I really don’t know Georgie. Maybe next time you should keep a better watch on your things.” I said slowly moving around the room with my arms behind my back and having a light skip to my step.

I should’ve paid more attention cause I would’ve known that at that moment the twins were sneaking up behind me and the next thing I knew, both my arms were trapped within theirs as I was lifted up just a bit into the air (damn these twins and their growth spurt during our third year).

“Best be thankful that during our Quidditch games we don’t invoke the one secret the three of us know that the team doesn’t about you.” George said.

“And it would be a real shame if our own Seeker were to know how to throw you off your game.” Fred continued.

“You both wouldn’t.”

“Try us.” They both threatened with those devilish smirks of theirs and gleaming mischief in their eyes.

“What on earth is going on up here?” my dad’s voice soon spoke up.  I was dropped back to the ground (thankfully being a big cat animagus I was able to land on my feet).  “I swear the whole apartment shook more than the Shrieking Shack.”

“Nothing dad just a—bit of rough housing. Weren’t we boys?” I slapped their backs.  Both of them still being slightly intimated around my dad wordlessly nodded.

“Alright but not so much. Godric I had the half mind to think we were under attack by Death Eaters.”

“We’re sorry dad. We’ll try to be as quiet as possible.”

“And boys, your mother was wanting to see you both downstairs.” Dad told the twins.

“Yes sir.” They both said and walked out the door past my dad.  I snickered as I went to the cupboard and pulled out their wands.

“The old game of ‘Keep the wand away’ eh?”

“They needed to be taken down a peg or five. Now that we’re of legal age to use magic outside of school, Fred and George have taken every advantage to jump scare me whenever they please.” I explained.  Dad shook his head softly chuckling.

“You truly are my daughter. Your mother never enjoyed our pranks. Especially when it was just James and I.”

“Yeah, uncle Remus once told me the story of how you and uncle James had switched out my mother’s favorite tea for Veritaserum. Ended up spilling every secret she ever had, including her crush on you.”

“She vowed to never forgive me for it.”

“But you eventually wooed her over.” I held onto the locket he had given me shortly after his escape from the Dementors.  “I miss her so much.” I said sadly.  Dad placed a loving hand to my cheek and had me look up at him.

“I miss her too. But I know she’d be proud of the woman you’re growing up to be.”

“You really think so?”

“Trust me. The day you were born, she said to me that you were the most precious thing to her. That of all the stars that shined, you shined the brightest of them all. Her little starlight.”

“Is that why my middle name is Celeste?”

“The very reason.” We both smiled at each other.

“Hey dad?” he hummed acknowledging me.  “After the meeting, can—you tell me more stories about you and mom?”

“Of course my little kitten. But I suggest you give those boys back their wands. I believe they’ve learned their lesson now.” I groaned out exasperatedly.  “Go on. Besides Harry’s been asking about you.”

“I’ll go for Harry. But I swear if those twins spilled the beans about my secret…..oh there will be hell to pay.” Dad laughed softly and brought me into a hug before kissing my forehead and guided me out of the room.

*End of Flashback*

Yours and mom’s love story may not have started like the ones I’ve read in fairytales or legends as a child, but it held such a realistic beauty.  That through your time together, you both began to grow fond of one another.  A beautiful relationship blossoming until it came into full bloom.  Like watching a flower go from a bud to full bloom after caring for it and giving it all that it needed to grow.

In a way hearing your story made me began to think about something potential happening for me.  I didn’t want to admit it at the time but secretly it had been there since the Yule Ball the year prior.

*Flashback*

It was Christmas time and we had gathered at 12 Grimmauld Place once again.  This time it was a smaller gathering than last time with the Weasley’s, me, Hermione, dad and Harry.  We had also celebrated Arthur’s full recovery and discharge after being attacked my Voldemort’s snake.

Had it not been for Harry’s vision, Mr. Weasley surely would’ve died and I knew that every one of the Weasley’s would’ve been devastated.  But all ended up well and after being discharged from St. Mungo’s, he could come over and spend another Christmas and many more in the years to come.

I was sitting with George in one of the rooms after Fred said he needed to step out for something.  I began to notice the solemn look on George’s face.

“Georgie, what’s going on up there?” I asked him.

“Nothing I’m fine, I’m fine.” I raised my brow at his tone and I scooted closer to him.

“You sure about that?” I placed my hand over his and I saw as his resolve began to crumble.

“When mum told us of the attack, I—I lost my mind. Fred’s so much better at hiding it but we were frantic with worry. We thought about jumping on our brooms and flying off to save him ourselves. For a time I thought he was going to…..” he wiped away his tears trying to prevent them from falling.

“Hey, just let it out. Let yourself fall apart.” I hugged him as he sobbed into my neck.  I stroked through his soft ginger hair as I gave him the comfort he needed.

George Weasley was always the most empathetic of the pair of devilish twins.  While Fred can show his emotions, he prefers to always try and stay strong being the oldest of the pair.  George, however, whenever he needed to break down, he’d break down.  Usually in private or in some cases when it’s just the two of us.  He always has such a caring heart and that’s one of the things that I love about him.

Whoa wait a second love? Since when have I ever said George and love in that manner of statement? I mean I like him but—love? That’s a strong word.  Or was it?

“Thank you (Y/n), truly.” George said after his breakdown.  I patted his back and we separated from the hug.

“That’s what I’m here for. Besides, only one of us gets to call the dead-parent card.”

“You know mum thinks of you as her own.”

“Yeah I know.” I said playing with my locket.  “And believe me, your mum is a really nice woman but—”

“I get it. It’s not the same.” I nodded.  “May I?” he and Fred always liked to have a look at my mum’s picture in my locket ever since they started noticing me wearing it.  I unhooked it and handed it to him and he opened up the heart-shaped locket and saw the picture inside.  “Wow, I swear no matter how many times we look at it, you really do look like your mother.”

“Dad and uncle Remus have told me that constantly. But sometimes hearing that I can’t help but think I’m being compared to an unachievable woman that I never got to fully know.”

“Well from what I see your mum has green eyes, while yours shimmer and glisten like sapphires. Eyes that not only pierce your heart, but also reflect your soul right back at you. You see…..everything that you want to strive to be, and even when you fail. You still make it seem possible to achieve it. And it terrifies but at the same time empowers me.” As George explained all of this, his voice got softer and entranced as we stared into one another’s eyes.

My heart fluttered at his description and my mind raced with a thousand different thoughts and questions.  Did he—

“You really mean that George?”

“Well I—yeah.” He said softly.  As we stared at each other for a bit longer, we hesitantly pulled our faces closer together when a throat cleared breaking us out of our trance.

“Georgie, mum says it’s time to go.” Fred’s voice said.

“Right umm….here (Y/n).” he handed me my locket back and quickly left the room but not without bumping into Fred’s arm on purpose.  Fred softly exclaimed in pain before giving me a ‘sorry’ expression and then left.  I shook my head and placed the locket back around my neck.  My heart still racing and my lips tingling as I could swear I had felt George’s lips graze mine at that moment.

As I walked down the stairs getting ready to leave, I soon passed a room that seemed to pull me in.  I walked towards it and opened the door to reveal an empty room with no furniture.  But the wallpaper appeared to look like a family tree.

Most of them showed pictures of men and women while others had been burned out of existence.

“Half-blooded traitor child standing there.” A raspy voice soon spoke up.  I slightly jumped to see a grouchy house elf standing before me.  “(Y/n) Celeste Black, daughter of the last Master of the House of Black. If not for the blood running through your veins, my poor Mistress would…..”

“Kretcher! That’s enough of your bile! AWAY WITH YOU!!” my dad’s voice proclaimed from the staircase that stood right in front of the room.

“But of course Master. Kretcher lives to serve the noble House of Black.” Kretcher grumbled before sleeking away grumbling angrily to himself.

“Don’t mind him love. He never was very pleasant even when I was a boy. Not to me anyway.” He said coming up to me.  He looked inside the room and said, “I see you’ve discovered the Black family tree.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to come in here.”

“Nonsense. Even though I never wanted you to be associated with this family, in a way you still deserve to know where it is you come from.” He placed his hands on my shoulders as he guided me inside.  “My deranged cousin, I hated the lot of them.” He said referring to the insane witch Bellatrix Lestrange.

“So that would make her my……”

“First cousin once removed. If it were up to me, you’d never be related to her at all. Especially your grandparents with their pure-blood mania.” He said as we now stood just beneath the pictures of my grandfather’s and grandmother’s names.  When I saw my dad’s branch I saw how his face had been burned away just like a few of the others scattered throughout the tree.

“What do the singed ones mean?” I asked.

“The few who broke away from the pure-blooded traditions of the Black family. Those that should be—forgotten in the family. Your grandmother did that after I ran away. Charming woman. I was 16.” So he was just a year younger than me when he was disowned by his own family.

“Where did you go?” I asked him.

“To your uncle James’. I was always welcomed at the Potter’s. And at that point your mother and I had already been together. She too offered her place, although her parents had strict supervision. Didn’t want no hanky-panky I believe her dad phrased it. He was a Muggle while you grandmother was a witch.”

“So mum was a half-blood?” he nodded.

“But that still didn’t deter my feelings for her.”

“Did…they know about me?”

“They did. I just wish they had lived long enough to meet you. They died shortly before you were born. Your mother was devastated, but I knew they would’ve loved you. Your gran was especially looking forward to spoiling you rotten.” I quirked a small smile as I continued to walk around the entire family tree room.

“Dad? When did you realize that you truly started falling in love with mum?” I fiddled with mum’s locket as I could feel George’s phantom touches on my skin.  My cheeks flushed as the mere thought of him was starting to make me feel this way.

“Though we were sorted into different houses, your mother held such a candle to my eye. We had a unique friendship even though she couldn’t stand our pranks, especially when they were directed at her. As the years went by, I felt like there was this—unspoken feeling between us. Guess that’s why I had decided to pull the Veritaserum tea gag on her. It was wrong of me so don’t ever try to find out that way.”

“Trust me, I don’t even try to mess with that potion. Or any love potions.” I said turning back to face him.

“Good. However secretly there’s a part of me that is glad that it did happen. Your mother once told me that she would’ve taken that secret to the grave with her. And end up regretting it the rest of her restless afterlife. After chiseling away at my walls, she eventually got to know the real me. And I the real her, and that was the moment I had truly seen such radiant beauty. Is…..there someone who you are starting to fancy after all this time?”

“Well I…..” I laughed nervously feeling my cheeks blush deeper.  I cleared my throat when I felt my dad’s touch on my shoulder.  I looked up at him and he gave me the warmest smile and the look of a Father’s love shined through his eyes.

“After all this time there are days when I hope to see you as that little girl that I had left behind. Hoping I could get a second chance to see you grow up but no. All I keep seeing is a fully grown young lady who has both her father’s spirit and her mother’s heart and mind. And any man should consider himself lucky to have you but if he mistreats you or takes you for granted, I’ll gladly accept a trip back to Azkaban after having words with him.”

“Dad he’s not bad he’s…..he’s a really great guy and I’m not just saying that. But…..I don’t think I should tell him.”

“And why not?”

“Must I spell it out dad? In the face of the world ending with You-know-who rising, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least get to have one happy chapter in your life.”

“I’m not so sure. Lately I’ve been…..I’ve been having this sickening feeling that—it may not work out for us this time. With the Minister’s denial and Umbridge controlling the future generation of witches and wizards on what to do against the Dark Arts.” I held my left hand and rubbed it remembering the scars that were once there at the start of the year.

Dad took my hand and I felt his thumb stroke over the phantom scars.

“Even in the darkest of places, you can still find a glimmer of light.” He pressed his forehead against mine and I felt his love and strength pour through me.  “When all of this is over, we’ll be a proper family again. You, me and Harry. Keep that light shining in your dark tunnel my little kitten.”

“I’ll try dad.” I then embraced him and he rocked me back and forth.

*End of Flashback*

‘Be a proper family again’.  That’s what you had said to me.  Even as the returning spring semester got even harder especially once Dumbledore had left after fleeing from the Ministry and Umbridge now took over as Headmistress, I tried to keep that fate.

Assembling Dumbledore’s new army then getting punished for it by Umbridge. Then Harry began having those visions of you being tortured by the Dark Lord.  I warned him that it was Him that was playing with his mind just to lure him out but Harry wouldn’t listen.

Stubborn boy he is, even if he didn’t want it as his god-sister I couldn’t just sit by and let him get killed.  I only wish that I hadn’t have told you and the other Aurors where they had gone.  If I hadn’t you wouldn’t have been there, you wouldn’t have gotten……and she wouldn’t have…..

My blood began to boil as I thought about her again.  Dad was right, if only we weren’t family then I’d truly would’ve ripped her apart and have no qualms about it.  So why couldn’t I do it then? What stopped me from finishing off the most infamous and psychotic witches in all of history?

My puma fangs began to grow as my claws slowly began to grow out and I let out a roar as I fully turned into my full animagus form and started attacking and tearing apart anything in sight.  Old bed sheets, chairs, tables, window shudders, nothing was spared as I unleashed my full wrath upon everything.

After my cougar catitude meltdown, I once again sat in the middle of the now thoroughly destroyed room and just felt myself drifting once again.  It always seemed to be this endless, repetitive cycle.  Sinking, boiling rage, explosive anger, then drifting and disassociating myself before feeling myself sink once more.

However just as I could feel myself on the brink between disassociation and the reality of the world, I felt someone come up beside me on my right and gently kiss my temple before embracing me.  That embrace was immediately met with another embrace from behind as two arms wrapped around me and another body curled around my left side.

My head was shifted over until I heard a heartbeat against my right ear and the familiar scent of gunpowder, musk, apple, cinnamon and mint encompassing me.  Their scent and presence alone was what finally got me to finally shed the tears that I had been holding in since my dad’s death.

Choked sobs escaped my lips before I finally just let myself fall apart and wept as loud as the shrieks that could be heard in the shack.  And as I wept my grief for the first time, the twins embrace only grew tighter and more comforting.

With one last sniffle, my tears were finally spent.  But even with my crying finally over, Fred and George still kept me sandwiched between them as their embrace remained strong and true.

“(Y/n), what’s going on up there?” asked George.  What wasn’t going on in my head more like it? I had thousands of thoughts and feelings racing through my mind.  So many that I couldn’t possibly form a proper sentence to explain what I was really feeling without risking another breakdown or not being able to get them to understand.

“Hurts.” Was the only thing I could muster ever so softly.

“Come again?” asked Fred concerned.

“Hurts…..” I said a bit louder before choking out another sob.  I held my chest painfully as I could literally feel my heart breaking.  Fred’s face nuzzled into my shoulder as I felt him gently give my arm a comforting squeeze while George’s face settled close against mine.

“We know love, it’s okay. It’s okay to feel the hurt.” Fred started before George continued.

“Just let it all out, let yourself fall apart.”

“We’re here to hold you together. This we solemnly swear.” They both said together.

And they kept that vow.  Even as we left Hogwarts together in a blaze of glory, the twins remained at my side whenever my grief overcame me.

[pufflyhallows]

The Tryouts

Pairing: Oliver Wood x reader

Request: @cokecola4211 Harry Potter imagine Oliver flirts with Harry sister at the Gryffindor warm up tryouts. / Harry Potter imagine the reader is Harry sister and Oliver tries asking the reader out to.

a/n: sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,6k

You were excited.

It was the quidditch tryouts and the Gryffindor team was looking for a new chaser to replace Katie Bell. Your younger brother was already on the team and that made you even more excited. It would be fun to play alongside him, representing your house and also your family. You liked to think your dad would be proud of both of his kids. So, needless to say, this was important to you.

You woke up extra early to have breakfast and meet with Harry, who was already in the Great Hall with the rest of the team and a few other students who were maybe just early birds. Or maybe they were there for the tryouts too. You hoped it was the former.

“Nervous?” he asked as you sat down beside him.

“Good morning to you too,” you said. “And no, I am not.”

“So your sister will be trying?” Fred Weasley asked from across the table. “I reckon it will be a tight dispute.”

“Why? Is there no room for another set of siblings?” you inquired back.

“I’m just saying there will be a lot of people trying this year.”

“Again, why?”

“Well, we always have more than a few contestants,” George Weasley explained. “But this is Oliver’s last season. He’s been encouraging nearly everyone to try their chance. He wants to win the cup.”

You looked over at Oliver Wood, the team’s captain, who was sitting a few seats away from you, drinking from his glass of juice, seemingly clueless to the conversation.

“Oh,” you said, “Then he should let me in. I’ve been training all summer.”

“Some people have been training all their lives,” Angelina Johnson fired back.

“I didn’t have that opportunity,” you answered, leaving her uncomfortable. Harry smirked.

“Sorry”, she said.

“Well, I’m rooting for ya,” Fred said as he and George stood up, “It’d be cool to have another Potter on the team.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him.

“Don’t get too excited,” Harry warned as the twins left, “There will be a lot of people.”

“That’s a lot of faith you have in me, brother.”

“C’mon, team,” Oliver Wood suddenly said as he stood up, “I would like to practice a bit before the other students get there.”

Harry, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson prepared to follow him.

“Can I come?” you asked Harry, who shrugged.

“Ask Oliver.”

For God’s sake, you thought.

“Hum, Oliver?” you called and the boy, who was already leaving, turned around. He looked at you as if he didn’t expect to see you there.

“Yes?”

“Can I come? I know the tryouts are at 8 and it’s still 7, but I would like to watch you guys practice.”

“You’re up this early for the tryouts?” he asked. You looked at Harry, who shrugged again.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Hm, I like your readiness,” he said, “Let’s go.”

You smiled, thinking that maybe you had gained a few points already. You grabbed whatever you could to eat on the pitch and followed the others.

It wasn’t too hot outside, and soon you made your way to the stands. The team gathered in the center of the pitch, brooms in hand, and you could see that Oliver was talking to them, probably telling them what they were going to be doing today. You took a bite of your ham sandwich and sat back to watch as they flew away.

Harry was going to practice by himself, as usual, while Alicia and Angelina practiced shooting the Quaffle at Oliver, who was at the goalposts. Fred and George practiced with each other.

Normally, you would watch your brother, but something was drawing your attention towards Oliver Wood. He was the captain. He was the one you needed to impress. And that was his last year at Hogwarts, which meant you really needed to impress him. That finally made you nervous, something you weren’t before.

Angelina managed to grab the Quaffle from Alicia and flew towards Oliver, who had his eyes fixed upon the ball. You felt your heart start to beat faster with excitement to see him defend. Angelina threw the Quaffle at the first goalpost, and Oliver raced to his right, stretching his arm out and touching the ball with his fingertips, just enough to get it out of its way to the goal. You smiled. And suddenly Oliver had his eyes on you. He had a proud look on his face and seemed satisfied to know that you had seen that.

Then, your eyes were back on your brother, your cheeks slightly warmer. You spent the rest of the practice paying attention to him, while he chased the Snitch again and again, catching it every time. You wished your dad could see him now.

Oliver called the team back to the center of the pitch, and everyone got down from their brooms. They talked a little bit and then Harry waved at you, telling you to go there. You pointed at yourself as if to say ‘me?’ and he motioned ‘come here’ again. You stood up and got down from the stand, entering the pitch and walking towards them.

“Practice with us,” Harry said as soon as you approached them.

“Right now?” you asked, surprised.

“Yes. Right now. Go get a broom.”

“Give me a lift,” you asked and he rolled his eyes, but got on his broom anyway. You got on the back and you both flew to the locker room, where you picked a broom to use.

“But hey, why am I practicing with you guys before the others?” you asked, curious.

“I don’t know,” Harry shrugged for the third time that morning, “It was Oliver’s idea.”

“Hm,” you thought. Oliver’s idea. Maybe he wanted to see if the other Potter was just as good? Either way, you couldn’t not think that you were getting a little advantage over the others.

Once you were back on the pitch, Oliver approached you.

“I want you to work against Alicia and Angelina, okay? You’re on the opposite team. They’ll try to take the Quaffle from you and you won’t let them. Then, you’ll shoot at me. Understood?”

“Understood,” you replied, slightly nervous.

He handed you the Quaffle and everyone got on their brooms, flying high in the air. You followed. When everyone was on their positions, Oliver whistled. It had started. On your left, Alicia came flying fast, Angelina was on your right. You quickly flew down below them, making them almost collide on each other. Before they could recover, you were already flying fast towards the second goalpost, where Oliver was.

You flew as close as you could, and then threw the ball at the first goalpost, but Oliver was just as fast as you, and caught the Quaffle before it could go through.

“Damn it!” you shouted. Oliver smiled, spinning the ball in his hand.

“So close,” he said, “But not close enough,” then he winked at you.

“Let’s do it again,” you challenged, feeling flustered with that wink.

“Sure thing.”

Oliver gave Alicia the ball and told her she would be in your place now, with you and Angelina working together.

He whistled and it started. Alicia went to your left as fast as she could, and you followed, but suddenly she moved to the right, faster than you could tail her. You spun in the air trying to catch her, but she was gone. Angelina was right behind her, though, so you flew towards Oliver, already predicting Angelina’s next move. The chase was spectacular, with both girls going up and down. But much to Alicia’s dislike, Angelina was faster, and soon grabbed the ball from her hands. You were in the right position, close to the first goalpost, with Oliver flying in front of the middle one, but still closer to you. Angelina, then, threw the Quaffle over to you, and you caught it just fine, flying straight to the first goal. As soon as Oliver moved to his right, you shot the ball with your whole strength to the third goalpost, past him, who wasn’t quick enough to try and catch it. You scored a goal.

“Yes!” you shouted, quite happy with yourself.

“Well done,” Oliver said in an admiring tone, “Not bad at all. Let’s do it again!”

This time, Angelina was alone against you and Alicia. Through teamwork, Alicia almost scored a goal, but Oliver was able to catch it. He then called everyone to the center of the pitch once again.

“We’ll do the tryouts as a formality, but I think we have our new chaser right here,” Oliver announced.

You looked over at Harry, who was smiling. The rest of team cheered and congratulated you.

“Are you serious?” you asked in disbelief.

“Of course I am,” he said, “I know talent when I see it. And you definitely have it, Ms. Potter.”

You smiled at him and thanked everyone.

“We can take five to rest!” Oliver said to the team, and most of them left the pitch, except for you and him.

“What happens when we do the tryouts and you realize there’s someone better than me?” you asked sincerely.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” he replied with the same sincerity.

“How can you be so sure? I mean, this was my first practice.”

“And you scored a goal against people who have been playing competitively for years. Look, Y/N, I see talent in you. And even more, I see potential. I can see a good future for you in this team. With more practice and training, who knows what you’ll be able to achieve? I have faith in you.”

“Wow,” you smiled, “Thank you.”

“But I can definitely tell you more about it over a cup of tea.”

“W-What?” you blushed.

“A cup of tea. Me and you. What do you think?” he asked, hopeful.

“I… Sure. Yeah, a cup of tea,” you smiled.

“It’s a date.”

[frost-queen]

Sudden attention (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

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Summary: [Order of the Phoenix] Harry and you were each other's solace for many years. When you suddenly get boy attention he can't cope with it. Things tense up when you receive a letter at the Black manor certainly making one specific boy jealous, who is loving you in secret. [part 2 & part 3]

The pages of Hermione’s book fluttered between numbers as a strong wind caught up with it. She sighed loud having just been fast enough to place her finger at the right page she was. Wiping some hair out of her face, she turned all the pages back to hers. You stood up right close to the edge overlooking the Quidditch field where Gryffindor was practicing. – “Maybe you shouldn’t have brought a book outside.” – you pointed out looking over your shoulder to her. Hermione sighed soft shutting her book. – “Maybe you are right.” – she answered placing the book beside her.

She got up from the bench joining you. – “They are almost done with the warm-up.” – you told her as she let her arms rest on the railing. Without asking you told her where she could find Ron. – “He’s right over there.” – you pointed at the three hoops where Ron was waiting patiently in the air for. Hermione gave you a faint smile. You had seen their practices so much you could blindly say who was at what position. Fred and George both beaters were flying around to stretch their arms out. Harry, your brother and seeker overlooking it all.

You received a firm nudge from Hermoine making you look at her. – “Who’s he?” – she motioned with her head to the other side of the hoops. Your gaze went over the field to the other side seeing him sit on his broom. – “Oh that is McLaggen.” – you told her. – “He’s new this year, just like Ron. He’s father is a big man in the ministry. See that broom of his, his dad’s special gift for his entry this year.” – you told her making her frown. – “How do you know all of this?”

You shrugged your shoulders. – “I don’t have much else to do…” – you said to her. You notice the twins flying close to the stands, Fred waving at you. You waved back at him so used to their presence you didn’t think much else of it. The practice started as you focused on the training. A girl was flying towards McLaggen throwing the ball at him. He easily caught it, looking your way as he cheered proudly. You clapped for him just to be nice. Hermione looking all bitter as she wanted Ron to do better than him. Practice went on.

Ron had stopped a score a few times making Hermione lose her mind. Screaming and cheering as loud as she could. McLaggen seemed to look your way much during it. Fred too, but you were used to it. When practice ended were you surprised that McLaggen flew over to you. You barely noticed him, ready to go down when Hermione nudged you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you turn to him. – “Cormac!” – you called out surprised making him smile. – “You know my name, good.” – he said making you smile sheepishly.

“I…I was wondering if I could dedicate the good practice to you?” – he offered making you frown. – “I hadn’t anything to do with it?” – you responded looking bluntly at Hermoine who pulled her shoulders up. – “You… you did… seeing you cheering gave me the strength I needed.” – he continued making Hermoine snort loud. You shot her a glare to not be so rude. Hermione pressed her lips together, looking away. McLaggen searched his inner pockets for something as Hermione whispered to you she would meet you downstairs on the fields.

You nodded at her as McLaggen pulled out a handkerchief. He patted it against his cheek before handing it out to you. You stared dumbfound at the piece of cloth. – “I want you to have it Y/n.” – he said with a smile. – “You… you want me to have this?” – you pointed out a bit shy while he nodded. You reached your hand out to grab it, not sure why but declining felt rude. Before your fingers could grab it, it got snatched away from his hands a broom flying past as it made you stumble back. McLaggen clenched his teeth, glaring at Fred. Fred held the handkerchief annoyed up.

“Giving your laundry to Y/n, McLaggen?” – Fred laughed out to swallow the bitterness aching inside of him down. – “Give it back Weasley!” – McLaggen bit back bothered. He grabbed at it as Fred moved it higher up. In no time came George and Harry flying over as well. – “That is for Y/n!” – McLaggen said loud. – “This stinky cloth?” – he announced loudly as George laughed loud. Fred held the handkerchief out to you. – “Do you want this Y/n?” – he asked hoping so badly you’d decline it. His expression practically begging you not to for it would pain him to see you accept it.

Fred freaked out letting go of it as it suddenly caught fire. It vaporized in front of him, turning his head to see Harry with his wand out. – “No!” – he simply called out. – “Now get changed McLaggen!” – he ordered. McLaggen puffed loud giving you one last wink before descending. Fred gritted his teeth ready to fly after him and give him a piece of his mind if it wasn’t for his brother stopping him. All three of them descended leaving you speechless. Having no idea what just happened. You went down as well meeting up with Hermione again.

Some moments later came Ron over. – “It was a stupid practice.” – he mumbled out annoyed. Hermione came to his side, shaking her head. – “You are still learning Ron. You did so good. Give it some time and you will be the best.” – she said giving him courage. You narrowed your eyes seeing McLaggen making his way over, yet he got bumped aside by Fred running excitedly over to you. Almost like it was intended. Fred threw his arm around you, turning you away from McLaggen. – “Say Potter how about some Butterbeer to celebrate?” – he ruffled his fingers through your hair.

George and Harry also arrived. Harry poked Fred in the armpit so that he would release his arm from around you. – “Butterbeer sounds great.” – you said with a smile. Harry took you by the elbow pulling you a bit aside from the others while leaving the field. – “Y/n… how well do you even know McLaggen?” – he asked looking over his shoulder. – “Not much really… why?” – you answered not understanding fully the intention of his questions. – “Nothing…” – he mumbled out. You saw Fred look behind him to you, making you smile sweetly back at him.

“It is just…” – Harry continued breaking through your gaze with Fred. – “I was wondering why he was suddenly interested in you. It’s not like he was before. I mean he probably never heard of you before joining the team and to be fair I don’t see in why.” – harry rambled on making you come to a sudden stop. – “Really?” – you called out slapping his hand away. – “I can’t believe you! Someone shows a bit of interest in me and the first thing you do is question it! Not everything has to do with you being the chosen one and them trying to get to you through me!” – you called out furious. – “I just don’t trust him!” – Harry replied loud.

“Give me one good reason?” – you demanded crossing your arms. – “He’s… he’s a guy!” – Harry used as an excuse making you puff loud. – “Unbelievable!” – you muttered walking away from him. – “Y/n! wait! I’m just protecting you from guys like him!” – Harry shouted after you whilst Fred came jogging over with George. – “Where is Y/n going?” – Fred asked looking at you. Harry sighed loud. – “I don’t get it why are boys suddenly interested in her?” – he said loudly.

George glanced over to his brother who avoided eye contact. – “Well she is getting older Harry…” – George spoke to sooth things over. That made Harry panic even more. – “Oh Merlin I can’t take it with these boys…” – his hands desperately in his hair. – “I’m freaking out. Am I freaking out?” – he asked George in a state of panic, grabbing onto his sweater. George nodded grabbing Harry by his wrists to pull his grip off him.

“Calm down Harry, it isn’t the end of the world that boys start to notice your sister. You didn’t think she would be with you forever did you?” – George chuckled out but seeing the concerned look in Harry’s eyes he stopped chuckling. He was absolutely thinking that. George sighed loud wrapping his arm around Harry. – “Don’t worry we’ll make sure McLaggen doesn’t date your sister.” – he looked over his shoulder to Fred throwing him a wink. Fred smiled shyly. The three of them caught up with Hermione and Ron to head to Hogsmeade.

 *

“Y/n come down please!” – you heard come from downstairs. You made your way over to the stairs seeing several other doors open as well. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George popping their head out of their rooms as well. Harry got in motion to go after you. You were already going down the stairs. At the foot of the stairs stood Sirius Black. – “Uhm just Y/n Harry.” – he said waving Harry away. Harry nodded obeying his godfather. With a double feeling he went back upstairs. – “What’s going on?” – Ginny asked in a low voice. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

“It wouldn’t be about last night would it?” – Hermione said scared. – “It was Ginny and I who couldn’t stop giggling at night and Y/n making sure we kept quiet.” – she confessed. – “Oh so that was what I was hearing.” – George laughed out. – “I thought you were keeping pigs in there.” – he joked receiving a firm nudge from Ginny. – “I can’t let her take the blame for that.” – Hermione said determined making her way to the stairs. Ron quickly grabbed her by the elbow before she could take the first step down.

“Let’s just wait what it is about. What if you wake something up that shouldn’t be woken up.” – he said referring to if Hermione spoiled what happened last night whilst they were supposed to be sleeping, she might infuriate Sirius or rather his mother Molly even more. Hermione sighed defeated letting him pull her back away from the stairs. – “We could always listen?” -  Fred suggested as he was curious too. Not a moment later stood they all by the stairs, looking down. An ear on a string getting lowered to overhear the conversation. – “If we get caught.” – Ginny said.

Fred shushed her focusing on lowering the ear just right. Ron holding the other ear in his hand. The moment he could hear noises he shushed everyone. – “I can hear them.” – he said as they all squashed against him to overhear. Downstairs you stood in front of the table, your godfather sitting down with Lupin near him. – “Can you tell me what this is?” – he asked taking out a letter from his pocket. Molly cutting some vegetables at the other end of the table, stopped cutting to look curious your way.

“I’m not sure Godfather, you’ll have to tell me as I have no idea.” – you responded keeping your hands folded behind your back. Sirius placed the letter on the table, sliding it across. – “It’s a letter.” – he stated. – “A letter from a Cormac McLaggen.” – he continued as your eyes widened. – “May I ask who he is and why he sends you a letter?” – Sirius questioned as you were still stunned on the fact that he wrote you a letter.

Upstairs Harry was rioting. Ready to rush downstairs and obliterate the letter. Fred’s hand was shaking with jealousy as he couldn’t steady the ear. – “Keep it steady, I can’t hear them!” – Ron called out. George took over steadying the ear back again in his grip.

“I do not know of any letter Godfather. I certainly never asked him to write me.” – you answered truly not knowing why. – “So who is he?” – Sirius wanted to know, speaking rather rudely. Lupin held his hand out to calm his friend down. Molly stopped cutting her vegetables coming over. Wiping her hands on her apron. – “Isn’t it obvious!” – she called out coming to stand beside you. – “That is a letter from an admirer.” – Molly said placing her hands on your shoulders. Sirius chuckled loud almost mockingly as he snatched his glass from the table.

Molly turned you to her. – “So who is he? Is he handsome? Well mannered? Tell us dear.” – her smile ever so warm. – “No!” – Sirius slammed his fist hard on the table. – “I don’t want to know!” – he called out. Molly rolled her eyes at him. – “She’s not a kid anymore.” – she declared. – “I don’t care, no boys till you are at least 30… or 40!” – Sirius stated making your eyes widen. – “Sirius!” – Molly shouted. ��� “You are unbelievable!” – Sirius only shrugged his shoulders not caring one bit for it.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll figure something out.” – she reassured you holding her hand underneath your chin, making you smile warmly at her. You always considered her a mother to you. You eyed the letter on the table, curious as to what it read. You had never gotten so much boy attention you were curious as to what boys in love would write about you.

 “Can I read it?” – you asked already moving to take the letter. Sirius slapped his hand down on the letter, stopping you. – “I shall read it first!” – he insisted upon, sliding the letter to him. You watched him open the letter with annoyance. He flipped the letter open, reading out loud. – “My cheerful Y/n.” – he read out loud with a scoff. – “Oh how delightful.” – Molly said to you as Sirius gripped onto the letter tight. His eyes going over the words rapidly, each word agitating him more as he read it in silence. – “Well what does it say?” – Molly questioned as you were waiting patiently too. You jumped out of your skin when loud thumping thundered down the stairs.

“No!” – Fred called out barging into the room. Wand out, the tip of his wand sparked. Moments later the letter evaporated in Sirius’s hands. Out of breath he grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you to him. – “Have you seen it? Read anything from it?” – he panicked frantically as you shook your head rapidly. That made him sigh loud letting his forehead fall against yours. Molly quirking a suspicious brow up. – “Good riddance.” – Sirius said wiping some ashes from the letter off the table.

“Fred what are you doing?” – you called out pushing him a bit off you. – “I…I…I was looking out for you. McLaggen is a toad.” – he said confused about your outburst. You puffed loud, turning your posture away from him. – “As soon as a boy takes interest in me you all go mad!” – you shouted not only referring to him, but Harry and Sirius as well. – “But Y/n…” – Fred said trying to reason with you. You pulled your hand away before he could take it. – “I don’t want your meddling! What is it? Do you think I’m not pretty enough to get attention?” – you scolded shooting a glare at Sirius.

Lupin cleared his throat, looking away. – “No I just…” – Fred interrupted as you rolled your eyes at him. You moved away from him closer to Molly. Molly shook her head at her son as she threw an arm around you. Then looking over her shoulder, she threw him a wink, knowing very well that he fancied you. – “Boys are insane.” – you told Molly as she guided you away. She could only nod with a hum.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

PLATONIC YANDERE WEASLEY FAMILY HEADCANONS

They're very protective of each other, that's for sure. Molly might be the first one to meet you, or the Weasley children at Hogwarts. Heck, you might not even be related to the Weasleys and they'll still think of you as one of their own when they see the chance to make you theirs for good, you're just too naive and innocent for this world. And no doubt Harry and Hermione would play roles in helping them with their obsession with you as well since they are yanderes for you after all

Arthur would LOVE to talk to you about your knowledge of Muggles if you know about them that is. But don't worry, there are still plenty of other things he'd LOVE to talk to you about. It's actually kind of nice and adorable seeing him get so excited whenever you bring up the topic of Muggles, the way his eyes shine and light up with excitement like as if he's some sort of kid in a toy shop. But Molly has to be there to rein him in in case he makes you feel too overwhelmed with his questions. Arthur doesn't care if you're pure blood, related to them or not, half blood, muggle or heck even if your dad is Voldy himself. Unless of course, you're good. He'll still look after you like his own and care for you, and of course, keep you far far away from the prying eyes of the evil Malfoys and dangerous things like Death Eaters and concerning yourself with the activities of the Dark Lord

Bill is the chill and easy going brother who'll understand how you're feeling since he's a pro at it and he's also the oldest Weasley, he's the brother to 6 siblings of his. He's a good listener and always has good advice for you whenever you need to ask him about something and he'll also love it if you talk to him about his work and stuff. And he'll also tell Fred and George to lay back off a bit if their pranks become too much to which they'll apologize instantly. They would never think of hurting you, not even in their worst nightmares. And if you were brought into their family by force, he'll know how you're feeling and he'll make sure to always be there for you no matter what. Oh, and no dating, NONE of the Weasleys would ever allow you to date someone at all. Nope, you're their precious little baby and they don't want some riff raff tainting your innocence

Molly is a really coddling and protective yandere for you. She'll always make you nice hot lunches and meals when you need them, she'll always give you the comfort and love you need from a mother and of course, she'll get jealous when you talk about your past family. You just can't seem to hate her no matter what since she's being so nice to you, hating her would literally be a crime. She looks after you so well and that's actually part of a plan she has in mind. Oh, yeah, she's crafty too. She wants to win over your love and affection by doing these sweet things and all that, but she does truly genuinely care for you. And if you ever mention the name of someone you like, I seriously pray for that poor schmuck, be it boy or girl since I believe in gender equality lol

Charlie loves you as well and he's the adorable nerd, who'll like talking to you about dragons and stuff. Like Bill he's also laid back and easy going, and trying to make you feel more comfortable with the family. He'll tell you funny stories from his time in Romania, some of the hilarious things his brothers and sisters have done, their embarrassing stories and stuff that'll be sure to have a smile on your face. He would literally cry if you wanted to enter his field, he'd be so freaking happy and pleased, no doubt he'd actually say "IN YOUR FACE!" to the rest lol

Percy Weasley is the uptight stick in the mud, the spoilsport and sometimes the killjoy but he truly does want what's best for you despite him being arrogant and pompous. He tries to be a good example for people and his family but it's frustrating when no one follows him or even strives to be like him. He'll try to get you under his wing before the twins try corrupting you. He'll help you with your homework, ask you how your day is going and if anyone's bothering you, he'll teach them a lesson. He knows he isn't supposed to use his status as Headboy for personal reasons but he won't tolerate it if someone decided to make his sibling feel bad about something. And if you guys are at Hogwarts, he'll make his duty to check in on you every single freaking day and act like some sort of pompous watchdog for you

The fun loving Weasley twins, who love pranking you and the others, but will never go too far with their pranks for you since they would never want to see you cry. They're the best to come to when you're having a bad day or when you feel like crying. In which case they'll cheer you up by some of their pranks and make you laugh since they can't stand to see you cry and be sad. And as for the person whoever made the mistake of making you sad... they'll be on the wrong end of their pranks and NO ONE, I repeat NO ONE wants to be on the wrong end of their pranks, trust me on this. And they'll even take your opinion for their products at their joke shop Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, and go as far as naming something after you and giving you some of their stuff for free, low prices or discounts ESPECIALLY for you. Lol, they'd just rub it in Ron's face and he'd so freaking jealous

Ron would be the really overprotective type for you. Normally the Weasleys are just over protective of you but he's INSANELY over protective. And it's mentioned in canon too that he's really protective over Ginny when she starts dating Terry Boot, Dean and Harry. And if you think he's bad there, he's WAY worse when you're concerned since the way he sees it is NO ONE is worthy of being your s/o, you're the baby of the family and he will NOT allow someone to ruin you. He'll love to talk about Quidditch with you and maybe even show off some of his flying skills to you, to impress you. And he will not think twice to defend you if some prat like Malfoy decides to be a prick to you, and what'll make his blood boil even more is if Malfoy decides to take an interest in you. In which case the entire Gryffindor house would have to get involved in trying to hold him, the Weasley twins and Percy from literally punching the hell out of him. And of course, with the help of his trust y friends Harry and Hermione they follow you with the Marauder's map and keep tabs on what you're doing just for your safety of course

And last but not the least, Ginny, the youngest of the family but knows how to get something when she wants it. And that includes your attention. She's kinda crafty and demands for your attention regularly. And she will snatch you up like some feather if you're spending time with someone else, except for Molly of course. NO ONE has the guts to dare to go against Molly lol. And of course, she'll introduce you to Luna and even Luna would turn out to be very protective over you. For someone who looks so innocent and calm like her, she does know how to get rid of people who bother you and make you sad. There's always someone watching you no matter what, be it a Weasley, a Granger, a Potter, or a Lovegood... they're all there for you and they're at the back of you, scaring people off who they don't like seeing close to you since all they want is the best for you, that's all. They might not have much, but they have family and it's home...

[allthesmutl0vers]

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

No TW yet, but they will be coming soon

Chapter One

Y/n

"Y/n dear! Are you ready? The Weasleys will be here soon!" I hear my mum call from downstairs. 

“Almost ready, mum!” I shout as I finish packing my bag in a hurry, thanking MErlin that I packed most of my stuff last night. I really need to stop staying up so late reading, but I couldn’t help myself, it was a good book. 

“Evening, Hunts!” Arthur’s cheery voice booms from the living room downstairs. I hear my parents greet him as I shove the last of my stuff into my bag for the train ride. 

I open my door in a rush and run right into two familiar chests. “In a bit of a hurry, are we?” Fred jokes with a laugh. 

“You’d think her pants were on fire,” George adds. 

“Merlin, are you two trying to give me a heart attack?” I chastise them while holding my chest. 

They both laugh and Fred pulls me into a hug. “Not quite yet, love. Too many pranks to pull,” he jokes as he steps back, and George moves in for a hug. 

“What would we do without our partner in crime?” George jokes, stepping back after his hug. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Probably get yourself thrown out of school before we graduate this year,” I joke back, making us all laugh. I love being around Fred and George. They’ve been my best friends since our first year at Hogwarts when I joined them in a prank on Filtch. We’ve been inseparable ever since, alternating between each other’s houses for holidays and summer breaks. I once thought we could be more than friends, but I could never decide between them. Then, in our fifth year, I met Draco, and we started dating. It took a while for our friends to get used to each other, but now we’re all close friends. 

I grab my bag, and Fred and George carry my trunk down the stairs where their dad and my parents are talking and laughing. 

Arthur looks over at me with a wide smile after laughing at one of my dad’s jokes. “Oh, y/n! How nice to see you again!” Arthur says cheerfully. “Are you all ready to go?” 

“Yes, sir. All packed,” I smile wide. 

Arthur waves a hand as he stands. “Merlin, how many times have I told you that you don’t have to call me ‘sir?’” Arthur jokes. 

“Old habits die hard, I suppose,” I shrug with a smile. 

Arthur nods and faces my parents again. “Sheila, Robert, always a pleasure. Do let Molly and I know if you can make it. It’s supposed to be a great show.” 

My parents nod with a smile, and my dad shakes his hand. “The pleasure is all ours, Arthur. And I think we can make it work.”

“Excellent. I’ll tell Molly to listen for the ring. These telephones, you called them? Amazing machines, much quicker than an owl,” Arthur says as he turns to me and the twins with a clap. “Well, best be off. Fred, George, you first.” 

“See you on the other side,” George jokes with a nudge to my shoulder. 

I smile and laugh. “Remember to speak very clearly,” I use Molly’s words the first time she taught us how to use the floo network. They laugh and roll their eyes as they speak their destination and disappear in a flash of green flames. 

“Oh!” My mum says excitedly. “Y/n dear, hang back a moment, will you?” My mum asks as she walks towards the kitchen. I nod to Arthur to go ahead of me, and he nods back and disappears into the flames. A moment later, my mum returns from the kitchen with three apple pies and hands them to me. “Here, honey. These are for you guys after dinner.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I smile and set the pies down to hug her. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, honeybee,” My dad says, hugging me next. “We will see you on the platform. Have a great time, and try not to get into too much trouble. I don’t need an owl from Dumbledore again about how you and the boys flooded another bathroom,” My dad says, pulling back. 

“I’ll do my best,” I chuckle. I pick up the pies and blow them a kiss before throwing down some floor powder and speaking. “The Burrow.”

Part Two

[justtwotired]

Family is most important

Summary: Regulus and Y/n faked their deaths in the first wizarding war to run away from everything, they got married and had a daughter. Even though both are slightly sceptical, they send her to Hogwarts, as she wanted it real bad. The moment they find out about the battle of Hogwarts, they rush over there, though are late as Voldermort is already defeated.

She/her pronounce

Just so you know: Sirius, Tonks, Remus and Fred are alive. Y/n was very, wry good friends with the Marauders because she, Peter and James where childhood friends, the daughters name is Aruna.

Warnings: cringe

Some people looked over their shoulder to see what was going on when the doors of the great hall flew open, though minded their business again as the man and woman walked in.

One of these people, was Aruna, who’s eyes widened as she saw her parents, they didn’t have any disguise and looked absolutely distressed.

Her mothers eyes landed on her and she broke out into a run. She felt her mothers arms wrap around her and her dad followed soon after.

Y/n had been worried sick for her daughters well being the moment she heard of the battle. She had dragged Regulus with her and they hurried to the castle where they found Voldemort already defeated.

“Oh, love, I was so scared of your well being! Are you hurt?” Y/n checked her daughter for injustices as the girl assured her mother she was completely fine.

By now, few of her friends watched what was happening in, as they had never met Aruna’s parents. “Did you kill some own?” Regulus smirked slightly and Y/n angrily hit his arm.

“Regulus!” She scolded. “Did you?” She asked the girl worried. “No, I didn’t kill someone, mom, I’m fine, everything is alright.” She pushed her mother away slightly and backed up.

Y/n looked at the people behind her daughter and smiled. “You must be Aruna’s friends.” She said happily and her eyes fell on a girl. “Ah! Luna, lovely to see you dear.” She smiled at the girl from who she had known the mother very well.

“Hi, aunty Y/n, uncle Regulus.” She greeted with a smile. “Mom dad, this is Hermione Granger, Ginny, Ron, Fred and George Weasley, and that’s Neville Longbottom, guys meet my parents- Uhm.” She seemed to scan her brain for quick fake names but the two smiled.

“Y/n and Regulus Black, nice to meet you.” Y/n introduced. “Fred Weasley huh?” Regulus’ eyes had fallen in the boy that they knew to be their daughters boyfriend. “Regulus, be nice.” Y/n quickly scolded.

Aruna looked at them in disbelief and they smiled slightly. “Well, wat is over, Voldermort is defeated and we do not really have to worry about much anymore, we can’t live under fake names forever, besides, Aruna Black sounds way better then Aruna Du Boyz.” Regulus shrugged.

“I don’t want to be rude, but this all is going way to fast for me.” Ginny intervened.

“Reg, Y/n?” They turned around at the familiar voice and where met with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, next to them stood a boy that was obviously Harry. “You’re alive.” Sirius said looking between the both of them.

“Surprise?” Y/n tried and Regulus gave her an exhausted look. “Let him process for a moment, love.” He said and she smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, well, my hands are aching and it’s been how long now? Twenty years? I really, really want to hug them!” She whined and before she knew it, she shot forward and hugged Remus tightly and Sirius wend forward and embraced his brother.

“You two have a bunch of explaining to do.” Sirius said and the two of them slightly grinned.

[cherry-pop-elf]

George Weasley Sexcanons

Because im extremely sick, so im bored

Warnings? Sex sex sex and more sex. Along with some submissive Georgie baby~

What gets his engine going

He’s more of the submissive type. Your definition of a service top. He loves to make sure his partner is feeling so good. Their comfort comes, heh, first before anything else. Mans has 100% just gotten off from eating out/rimming/sucking off

He’s….Hes got mommy issues. As much as we love Molly, you can not deny she was rather verbally abusive. Not to mention having seven kids means you’ll Never have one on one properly. I won’t rant, but mans got a serious mommy kink. Doesn’t matter if you are a man, he’s calling you mommy!

Is a sucker for risk taking. He’s gonna try and eat you out at a quidditch game, jerk you off at the leaky cauldron, he’s gonna rail you in an alley way. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and probably wouldn’t be to shy at the idea of actually doing it infront of people. He likes the rush of it all

If you get a tattoo with his name, or some kind of indication you are his? Oh that’s going to make him feral. He doesn’t actually believe in owning and such, but there is something so enjoyable about it in fantasy. Kink doesn’t equal reality! ((And obviously I don’t need to clarify what is off the table))

Let me say this once, mans has a MAJOR Breeding Kink. Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He’s going to find a way to fuck a baby into you. He’s a Weasley. They love to prove the impossible

Like I said about mommy kink, he is so gonna be a brat. It’s not a number one go to, that’s Fred, but he loves being a menace to society. If he’s not being a brat, you calling him a bad boy might make him cry. That’s why it’s healthy to communicate in the bed room!

Spank him. Spank him nice and good.

Lingerie lingerie lingerie

He might be a size queen, but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭

Oh he just loves doing it in his office. There is something so hot about it. To have you sit in his office, as he eats you out. How you would pin him on the desk, and pound him so hard it starts to rattle. To have you casually come in, wearing nothing at all, and crawling over all the paper work to get to him. If he’s having a bad day, sneak into his office and remind him he’s the boss

Don’t think you won’t be shared with Fred. They are magical twins. They share everything together.

Don’t be shy of your body hair. He likes his bitches natural. There’s also something so romantic to him about it. That you can just be your truest self around him, and not need to panic about your looks. Just your true self, and such

Speaking of natural self, he likes his bitches a little thicc. Blame his dad for liking em big. Nothing like some love handles to grab onto, or some ear warmers to keep him trapped in place. But most importantly? The cuddles

Expect to be of ‘use’ during busy hours at work. Like sucking him off while he does paper work, or being stress relief after a Karen comes into town

Boobs? Butt? Mans a thigh guy. He loves himself a partner with thick thighs, long legs, and some well pedicured feet. Yes. He’s a feet guy. Thigh highs in orange will make him cream alright

Expect to be his partner in trying new sex shop items

Speaking of that, don’t be scared to try new things with him. You never know. Maybe your weird kink could be the next hottest item the shop!

AFAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position with you would be the mating press. He just loves having your legs over his shoulders, and getting a front row seat at your begging face

He is going to be that type to fill you full of cum, and make you walk around with it

Sundresses baby

Peg him silly boo boo. He will ride that strap on until sunrise don’t even question it

Expect lots of cock warming. Especially when busy at work

Your tits are his now. His favorite thing to play with, when it isn’t your pussy. Even not in a sexual sense. You’ll just wake up with a hand on the tibbie

AMAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position is cowgirl. To have his hands on your chest, as he pants. Whimpering and moaning, as you move in and out of him. To have you spank him to move faster. Gets him all kinds of work up

He’s gonna be a shit head and sneak under tables a lot and have his fun with you

You will wake up to him dealing with your morning wood

He is going to sit on your cock when he is doing work. He will be a bastard and spin his hips

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Forest desires

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @georgeweasleywife4566

Request gist: “George and the reader have sex in the forest”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I decided to slow things down and make it a soft sex one (it wasn't really specified so I thought I’d give my little pervert brain a rest). I’ve been in a world of self-pity lately (my dad got to meet the guy who played Percy Weasley, and didn’t invite me to the comic con). I'm also sorry that it's taking me so long to write, I’ve been sucked into RE4 (my hand is glued to the controller)

T/W: unprotected sex, forest sex, mentions of exhibitionism, Goblet of Fire George (it's not a trigger but I didn't want it to get lost in the A/N), teasing, fingering, reader is a little unsure about the situation but George comforts her, George licking your juices (it sounds so unsexy like that), George being a gentle boy,

George could talk you into anything.

From sneaking around the castle late at night to getting frisky under the Quidditch stands, he’d twist your arm. Metaphorically, of course.

But this was a new fantasy he had.

“What if you and I snuck into the Forbidden Forest tonight?”

Knowing George, this wasn’t just a moonlight jaunt. He had something naughty planned. But knowing you, you’d agree to go.

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The sneaky trek down to the forest wasn't new to you or George. He had snuck out many times and sometimes brought you along on a late night pranking mission with Fred.

Before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hand deeper into the dark woods. He pulled you to a small clearing where the tree’s parted, letting the moonlight in. How could the Forbidden Forest be so romantic with all of the centaurs, unicorns, and spiders running around? The thought made you pull George's hand, a little reluctant to get busy in a place that man feared and machinery disappeared (said machinery being the Weasley’s flying Ford Anglia).

George chuckled at your reluctance. He always found it fun to talk you into different situations, like pulling pranks on staff members or messing with the Slytherins that walked to class alone. But when it came to intimate situations, he was the king of persuasion.

“It’s okay, love. You know I’ll always protect you from any scary monsters that hide in the shadows. You’re my girl, remember?”

All it took was the ‘My Girl’ line, and he could convince you to do anything.

He sat on the grass and patted the spot next to him. When you had sat down, he moved a little closer. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, knowing just how to make you relax. One of his hands cupped your cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb, while his other hand moved to your thigh, toying with the fabric of your pyjama shorts.

Your hands found their way to his hair, threading through his ginger locks. You loved that he grew his hair out over the past couple of years but you’d never admit it to his face, not wanting to make his ego any bigger.

George slowly guided you to lay down before laying himself on top of you. His lips reconnected with yours and his tongue slowly swiped across your bottom lip. His hands reached for your shorts, pushing them down to your knees and leaving your underwear. His thumb found your clit through the material to rub light circles over it while his kisses silenced your soft moans and whimpers.

When you bucked your hips to try and gain more friction, he lifted his thumb to deprive you of the friction you were chasing. When he broke the kiss, you whined.

“Georgie, stop teasing. I need you”

“I thought you were worried about being seen, love. Does my dirty girl like the thought of being watched while getting her pretty pussy played with?”

He pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed his thumb around your hole, not giving you what you desperately needed.

“Maybe if you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you”

His husky voice and sinful words were going to be the death of you one of these days.

“I want you, Georgie. I want you inside of me. Please?”

Or maybe it was your innocent whimpers and doe eyes that would be the death of him instead. His smirk grew, it always did when he got you to reveal that dirty side that you kept hidden beneath that goody two shoes exterior. He pushed his finger inside, curling it to rub against your sensitive G-spot. He could find it quicker than finding a target for his pranks.

His other hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him. He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. He could tell that you were trying to hold back your moans, that little voice in your head still telling you that some creature was hiding in the fog. His lips grazed against your cheek.

“It's just us out here. Those pretty noises of yours are for my ears only”

When your walls started to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were close. His thumb rubbed small circles over your clit once again and that's all it took for your orgasm to catch up. This time, you didn't hold your moans back, letting George hear just how good he made you feel.

He pulled his fingers away from your pussy before bringing them to his mouth and licking off your juices from them. He loved the way you tasted.

You moved your hands to his pyjama bottoms this time, surprising him. You pulled them down just enough to pull his cock out. Moving his tip to your entrance, you coated it in your juices before looking up at him with those pleading ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He moved his hips forward, pushing in slowly. He bottomed out, letting you take a moment to adjust to him. He stroked your jaw with gentle fingers.

“Keep those eyes on me, love”

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his hips back. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, always treating you as if you were made of glass. You reminded him often that you wouldn't break if he was rough, but he insisted that you were precious.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of your pussy. His gentle grunts and your moans mixed with the soft sounds of the forest at night. Your voice came out in small whimpers.

“Please George, need more”

“You don’t need more baby, I wanna make it last”

His movements remained slow, taking his time to drive you crazy. His hand moved down to your hip, holding you and stopping you from squirming and escaping his torturously slow pace. When he went slow like this, you could feel everything. Every vein, every curve, every twitch. Although you hated how slow his pace was, you loved how full it left you feeling.

“I know you’re close, baby. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up. I know you like to be nice and full”

He knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. You had been so focused on how full you were starting to feel that you hadn't noticed your orgasm creeping up on you. You came on his cock, squeezing it so snuggly and coating it with your juices. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His thrusts stopped, content with keeping his cum inside of you for now.

He laid himself on top of you, being mindful not to crush you.

“You know love, tomorrow is a Saturday. We could stay out here for another round”

George could always talk you into anything.

[desideriumwriter]

Summer At Grimmaulds | CH 1

Chapter Summary - Your parents bring you to the mysterious looking place you'll be staying at for the summer, turns out your stuck with a pair of redheaded twins, and a doxy makes a surprise visit for you.

Pairing - George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Category - friends to lovers, fluff

Content Warnings - reader gets chased around by a doxy? poorly proofread tbh

WC - 2.5k

A/N: shitty summary but im way too tired to try and come up with something better. anyways based off this request <3

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Since the incident with the Triwizard Tournament, the Order of the Phoenix had been revived. Which meant your mum and dad had been going out on missions and meetings, doing whatever was needed, whatever they were told to do.

They had explained to you the other week that they’d be gone most of the summer due to some mandatory work they had to do. You weren’t surprised or shocked, this had become common now that your parents worked in the Order.

They also didn’t like nor did they trust you being home alone all by yourself for an entire summer.

So, now you stood in front of 12 Grimmauld Place. Except, there was no number 12 on any of the doors. The numbers on the doors went from 11 to 13. You’d never heard of it before anyways, but your parents said you’d be safe and well taken care of there.

“Here we are!” Your mother smiled at you, while you yawned, standing in front of the rows of townhouses.

“Mum, why’d we have to come this late? It’s nearly midnight.” You complained as you put your rucksack and suitcase down.

Your mother only shushed you in response, pulling her wand out and with a flick of her wrist.

Before you could question her about the numbers being wonky, a rumbling began under your feet. You stumbled a tiny bit, holding onto your suitcase for balance.

The building began to pull apart, however one townhouse appeared in the middle of the split. You grimaced at the sight of it.

Different was the least you could say about it. It was definitely different compared to the others.

The building's bricks were much darker than the others beside it, nearly black. You could see the dirty glass windows, the paint peeling off the door, the water stains on the wooden panels, and the flickering front porch light.

It looked like it had been untouched, collecting dust for a long time now.

“This is it?” You muttered to yourself, unfortunately your mum heard you.

“Oh be nice, Y/N. They spent the last few days cleaning it up for you kids.”

Those last two words echoed in your mind. You were never told there would be other kids staying with you.

Hopefully the Weasleys, they were the only other ones who had living families in the Order. You decided to ask anyway.

“Mum, you never told me who would be-“ The door flung open and a short, orange haired lady stood in front of the three of you.

“Molly!” Your mum happily shouted. Mrs. Weasley grinned as she said your mum's name in response, stretching her arms out and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh, it’s great to see you again! Come in, it’s much nicer on the inside!” Mrs. Weasley stood to the side of the doorway, making room for your parents and you to walk in.

Mr. Weasley and your dad were shaking hands and already making jokes, your Mum and Mrs. Weasley were busy complimenting each other on various things as you entered the ground floor.

You could only stand quietly and awkwardly to the side. Hoping that the greetings would be over soon so you could finally put your hefty bag and suitcase away. You were tired and hungry and your hands hurt and-

A strange noise came from behind you, almost like a quick pop, maybe even a crack.

“That looks heavy. What’re you hiding in there?” You felt your bag being taken off your shoulder, you whipped around to see a tall redheaded boy standing there.

George Weasley. A gigantic grin cracked onto his face, he nearly knocked you over when he pulled you into a hug.

"Glad to see that you decided to show up." You chuckled as you wrapped his arms around his tall frame nervously, not expecting him to be so welcoming.

You weren’t that close with George. You didn’t know him very well, you only knew him originally because your parents were friends and worked together. You also had the same charms class with him and Fred last year.

"Oh please, I knew you'd be bored without me here." He teased, looking down at you and smirking.

You’d been hugging long enough for your liking, you unwrapped your arms from him and he got the hint, letting go of you too.

“So, where’s Fred? I rarely ever see you guys separated.” You looked around the hallway, searching for the other twin.

“Stealing food from the table.” He nodded in the direction of the kitchen, and he was correct. Your eyes stopped to see Fred there, attempting to sneak a bread roll from off the long wooden table, his hand was smacked away by Ginny standing across from him.

You had no idea that you’d be staying here with the Weasleys for the summer. However, George did, and he was ecstatic about it.

“I can show you to your room! If you'd want me to!” He quipped, taking your suitcase out of your grasp.

You didn’t get to answer, George was already moving past the chatting adults and down the entrance hall, you followed.

The inside of this place wasn’t as bad as the outside. Old looking gas lamps were lined up along the hallway walls, casting light over the peeling wallpaper, aged paintings, and threadbare carpet. A grand staircase leading to the upper floors sat at the end.

You cringed as the wooden stairs creaked with each step you took, the walls were decorated with the occasional row of shrunken heads of past house elves, they sat on plaques mounted to the wall. This caused you to grimace and look straight ahead for the rest of the time on the stairs.

Sure, the inside of the house had the same amount of gloominess as the outside, but George's presence here added light to it.

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of doxies we had to get rid of.” George said as you reached the first floor. He stopped in front of a dark wooden dresser, sliding open a drawer and rummaging around for something.

“Here, keep this in your room.” He pulled out and handed you a spray bottle, the word Doxycide written across it. “The smell of that is absolutely rancid. I’d say only use it if it’s urgent, since you can stop doxies with a freezing charm.” He continued to move, stopping once he reached the first bedroom.

“And here’s where you’ll be staying, you’re sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione.” He said while he opened the door and stood beside, jokingly bowing to you and gesturing to the inside of the room.

You entered, strolling over to the bed that hadn’t obviously been slept in yet. George followed behind and dropped your things down on the mattress.

“You can unpack after dinner.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to take steps back towards the door. “We’re just waiting on Harry and the rest to get here, they should be any minute now.”

You left the room and went with George downstairs. As George and you walked down the stairs, Harry and other adults, who were most likely working for the Order as well, walked in.

Mrs. Weasley was already greeting them happily, keeping her voice at a hushed tone.

A purple haired woman accidentally tripped over the troll leg umbrella stand that sat right next to the entrance. She looked around at everyone as fear entered her eyes.

“Tonks!” Mrs. Weasley cried out, exhaustion and annoyance in her voice. Tonks began to apologize.

You heard that pop sound coming from the side of you, it was the same sound you heard when George appeared next to you. Except this time it was Fred. Now you had a twin by each side of you.

“You should probably cover your ears.” Fred said amusedly.

Before you could question him, a loud screech boomed through the house as curtains flew open from an old painting on the wall. It was of an elderly woman, wearing a black cap. She looked absolutely enraged.

“Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers!” She screamed, waking up all the other portraits in the house and causing them to yell too. That's when you covered your ears.

Mrs. Weasley attempted to close the curtains on the painting, Fred and George took you into the kitchen, hoping to get away from all the noise.

“Oh my God, who is that?” You scowled, removing your hands from your ears. The twins leaned against one of the wooden counters.

“Sirius’s mum. Lovely woman, isn’t she?” George gave a tight lipped smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She’s got quite a way with words.” You joked, earning a laugh from the both of them.

The beginning of dinner was simple, but chatty.

Harry caught up with Sirius. Hermione and Ron talked to each other. Ginny and Tonks gossiped. The rest of the adults conversated about the Order and what to do. The twins bragged to you about all of their new inventions.

“We’ve been working on all new products for our Skiving Snackboxes during the past few months.” George boasted to you.

“Fainting Fancies-“

“Puking pastilles-“

“Ton-Tongue Toffees-”

“Nosebleed nougats.”

“Nosebleed nougats?” You repeated, sitting up from your bored posture.

“The name pretty much explains it.” Fred looked at George, then back to you.

“You eat it, you get a wicked nosebleed.”

“Me and him both tried it, tested it out.”

“Mum thought we had been dueling!” George said before the both of them began to snicker at the memory of it. You let out a small laugh with them.

The boys both noticed the obvious exhaustion weighing you down, Fred looked at George, who was looking at you.

“Why don’t we show her our little harmless prank we keep spooking mum with?” Fred suggested, nudging George who was (still) busy staring at you.

“Oh, right! Watch this.” George smiled and nodded his head in the direction of his mum, who was happily chatting with Lupin.

In the blink of an eye, Fred and George suddenly disappeared from their chairs and appeared right behind their unsuspecting mother. She shrieked in terror at the surprise, slamming down the silverware that was in her hands.

“Just because you’re allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!” Mrs. Weasley shouted, emphasizing each word with a smack at the boys.

They giggled like schoolgirls and ran out of the kitchen, then apparating back into their seats.

“We’re just trying to save a bit of time!” Fred and George proudly said together.

It didn’t take long for you to unpack. There really wasn’t much that you had to take out of your suitcase, just a few books you planned on reading during this summer.

You sighed while pulling out a few books from your bag. It hasn't been a full two weeks since you left school for break and you’re already stuck somewhere else.

You stacked the books together, placing them neatly on the dresser that stood between you and Ginny's bed, and in front of a large window.

The window was covered with dusty velvet curtains, you pushed away the drapes, hoping to get a look outside, instead you were met with a small squealing noise. A full grown but still small doxy came flying towards you with its beetle like wings.

Grabbing a book from the stack, you began to shriek and swat at it with the book.

It became a game of cat and mouse. You were the mouse, literally being chased by a doxy, which was the cat.

For most likely a minute, you continuously shrieked in horror while running around in the room, holding the book in one hand, using it to swat at the creature while your other hand was feeling around your clothes, searching for your wand. You felt nothing.

It was still in your bag, sitting on your bed. You absolutely did not have the time to search for it.

The next best thing you had was Doxycide, but you accidentally knocked it over when you attempted to grab it while running past. The bottle rolled underneath Ginny’s bed.

You ended up causing yourself to be cornered. You only had a few inches of space between you and the wall.

The doxy squinted its eyes, letting out a small growl while it floated back, getting ready to pounce. You really had no way to escape without getting bit, if you were to run past it now, it’d probably bite you somewhere on the face, and you had no idea if there was any antidote for doxy bites hiding in the cabinets here.

You held up the book in front of your face, preparing to have your arms torn up.

“Immobulus!” George's voice shouted.

A dash of blue light struck the small creature, just as it opened its mouth to bite, its movements slowed then fully came to a stop, leaving it frozen in midair.

You let out a heavy breath of relief, closing your eyes as you leaned against the wall and dropped down your hand, letting the book fall out of your grasp as well.

George ran to you, completely ignoring the paralyzed pest in the air.

“Are you alright? You’re not bit are you? Did you get bit?” He questioned as he grabbed your hand, frantically inspecting your entire arm for any bites or scratches.

“I didn’t, I’m okay.” You assured him, trying to catch your breath. Georges sped up, he had the same amount of fear you did while being chased, only his was caused by the thought of you being hurt.

“Okay, okay, lovely.” He was still holding your shaky hand, your arm.

“You can let go now, you know.” You let out an awkward laugh, he really didn’t want to. Your skin felt so soft against his calluses and rough hands. Even though his hands were rough, they moved smoothly against your arm with how gentle he was.

George cleared his throat, turning his attention to the still doxy in the air, he grabbed it carefully and pocketed it.

“What are you going to do with that?” You said concerned and confusedly.

“Fred and I have been wanting to experiment with doxy venom for our snackboxes. We’ve got a spiffing amount of ideas for what we could make using it. Our biggest one-” The sound of multiple footsteps interrupted Georges rambling.

“What in the bloody hell happened? It sounded like you were getting murdered!” Ron's voice came from the doorway, where he stood with Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Fred, all with looks of worry on their faces.

“There was a doxy.” You stated, embarrassingly. “Erm, George caught it though.”

“You got rid of it? Right?” Hermione asked, her stern tone coming out strong.

“Of course I did!” George shrugged, not a single drop of untruthfulness nor worry in his tone.

“Any of you want to eavesdrop on the adults?” He changed the subject, pulling a pair of Extendable Ears out of his pocket that didn’t have the doxy hidden in it. Fred and George gave each other mischievous looks while the group excitedly filed into the hallway one by one.

George took a quick look back at you, shooting you a wink, you gave him an amused smile in return.

Maybe being stuck here this summer won't be too bad.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Sweetest treat; Fred Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Now this was just a sweet little treat (haha see what I did there?) after viewing the James and Oliver Phelps tasting British candy video on youtube. Now as an American I can't describe the taste of the following candies I've done so to any Brit readers out there I apologize and if you want to reach out to me to tell me what these selected candies taste like to you, just give me a shoutout.

Not really any warnings here this is mostly a fluff piece but if I had to have some warnings it would only be mentions of Parental death and past mentionings of Umbridge. Other than that nothing else to be warned about, enjoy my darlings!

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While it’s always felt like a home at Hogwarts, there’s just no place like home.  Especially when your home is just above a sweetshop just outside of Birmingham but that’s the perks of being a muggle-born witch.  My dad owns the sweetshop, in fact it’s been passed down in his family for nearly a century.  And sure while the Wizarding world has it’s own sweets and treats to thoroughly enjoy, I guess the nostalgia in me just can’t allow any wizard sweets to top the candies I’ve grown up with.

Which is why I always sneak some ‘muggle candy’ with me to Hogwarts every year and when I come home, I pick and choose what I’ll want to take for the next term.  And during the summer, my dad’s shop truly becomes the go-to for kids during the summer holiday which is why I help him out with the shop, especially since mum died last year.

I was currently doing some inventory and writing down what candies we needed to restock when there was a loud thump at the window.  I jumped at the sudden crash since there had been nothing but pure silence since closing up shop.  My dad rushed out from his office frantic and exclaimed.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” I went over to the window and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright dad, it’s just Errol. The Weasley’s owl. Poor old bugger.” I walked outside the shop and knelt down beside him.  He lay there on the cement floor on his back with a letter in his beak.  “I swear Errol you’re hopeless. Nearly gave my dad a heart attack thinking someone was vandalizing the store.” I took the letter out of his beak and he soon recovered squawking.

I held arm out and he perched himself on my forearm and I adjusted him to my shoulder, his wings flapping and ruffing my hair as I went back inside.  I opened up the letter and I smiled warmly.

“Can’t your wizard friends use the phone like everyone else? Or use the normal mailing system?” asked dad.

“I told you dad, this is how the wizarding community sends messages. They forbid muggle means of communication. Kinda old school they are, much like you are with your filing system. I’m surprised you’re not using a computer to keep all the records together.”

“Touche you bring up a good point, darling. So who is it from? That lover boy of yours?” I shushed him and read the letter.

My beloved (Y/n),

I know you said you wouldn’t be able to come over for the yearly Weasley summer getaway, but you never said anything about any of us coming there.  I talked with mum and dad and they’ve allowed me to come and visit you for the week.  Perhaps you could educate me on why you believe your muggle sweets surpass our own (which I’ll still fight you on till my last breath).

And don’t worry, I’ll come the ‘normal muggle way’ don’t want your dad freaking out now do we with the fireplace like last time? Hope to hear back from you soon, it’s been lonely not having you in my arms.

The handsome twin,

Fred W.

P.S. Ignore what he just said and don’t mention this to him but I’m the better looking one and you know it.

From the real handsome twin,

George W.

Oh those boys.  I shook my head and said.

“Hey dad, Fred got his parent’s approval to stay with us for the week, is it okay with you?” dad let out a deep sigh as he put on his thinking face.  “Please, please?”

“I don’t know. Though I approve of you dating I just don’t know how to feel about having your boyfriend stay over.”

“C’mon dad. I promise no hanky-panky. I’ll even get him to help around the shop. No magic I promise.” I crossed my heart swearing by it.  He pondered the idea for a while but he kept his stoic face and that usually meant he could go either way with this decision.

“He takes the guest bedroom. And you two are not allowed to have the door shut when either of you are in a room together.”

“Deal. Oh thank you daddy!” I set Errol down on the checkout desk and ran up to my dad and hugged and kissed him.

“You’re welcome. But I’m trusting you two.”

“We swear, no hanky-panky.” I quickly went upstairs and wrote my response to Fred before sending it off with Errol.  God I hope that bird doesn’t get lost and keep him waiting too long.

A few days went by and as I was ringing up a few customer’s the bell chime over the door signified another costumer.

“Welcome to Nikki’s Candy shop I’ll be right with you. There you are lads, now don’t overdo it less you let your teeth rot.” I told the young boys as I handed them their candy basket and they raced out.  When I turned to the customer who had just entered, I was greeted with a familiar red-haired boy.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was Honeydukes.”

“Well when this shop first opened, my great-great grandfather wanted to make sure that when the customers entered inside it was like entering a magical wonderland of sweets.” I came around the counter before wrapped my arms over Fred’s neck while his hands rested at my waist.  “I missed you.”

“Not as much as I missed you. How is it that you’ve turned me into such a sap?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you that my gran was part bunny? Whoops guess I left that detail out.” We both chuckled before softly kissing each other.  But a throat cleared sounded off behind us and there stood my dad.  Fred and I quickly separated and Fred greeted my dad.

“Hello again Mr. (L/n).”

“Hello Fred. While I don’t mind the fact that you’re dating my daughter, I kindly ask that you both keep your snogging to a minimum especially during business hours. Folks sometimes don’t take kindly to seeing that type of affection be displayed in public, especially in a food shop.”

“Yes sir. (Y/n) mentioned in her letter that you could use some help reshelving some inventory in the back room.”

“Yes, but first have you gotten settled into your room?” one thing about my dad is even when he’s in business mode, he’ll take the time to check up on you to make sure you’re okay.

“Yes sir, trunks all there and everything. And I solemnly swear it is in the guest bedroom you said I could use for the week.”

“Alright. Grab an extra apron just down the hall and get to work. (Y/n), you too. The McCallister’s should be in to pick up their birthday basket any minute now.”

“Got it dad.” He gave us a firm nod and a stern look that told us to not fool around anymore before he left to go back to the office.

“Wow, you were not kidding about your dad.” He whispered lowly.

“He’s had a lot on his plate. Ever since…..” I looked down solemnly.  It hurt that I couldn’t even leave Hogwarts for a few days to go to my mum’s funeral all because of Umbitch.  Fred came over and embraced me as he rubbed my arm comfortingly.  “I’m okay, even though I couldn’t go to the funeral, I at least got to say my goodbyes to her once school let out.”

“She was a nice woman. Her and mum got along fairly well whenever you guys came to join us for Christmas. She knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But it still hurt that I couldn’t say goodbye to her in her final moments. Epilepsy is rubbish Freddie.”

“I agree love it’s total rubbish.” I felt him kiss the top of my head and it was at that moment the bell chimed signaling the arrival of a costumer.  Quickly I put on a smile and went to greet the woman and gave her the birthday basket and continued to keep myself busy to distract me from my grief.

The work day continued to be busy just as it is every summer’s day but at the stroke of 6 o’clock, we closed up the shop and could finally eat some supper.  Dad and I warmed up some left over chicken and steamed vegetables.  As we all ate around the dinner table my dad said to Fred.

“So Fred, how goes your new shop? (Y/n) told me you boys had recently gotten the deed to the building in that magic corner of yours.”

“Yes sir, all the paperwork was finalized a few weeks ago. Our stocks are currently being madly produced at a good pace. Hopefully we’ll be able to be open for business just before the next term starts.”

“Got all the inspections checked and approved of?”

“Yes and we just completed the design for the front of the shop. It has our faces on it and every other time when the top hat comes up, a rabbit will disappear and reappear.”

“Impressive. Good thing I don’t have to compete with you boys, you’d run me out of house and home.”

“Not a chance Mr. (L/n). Kids still need their sweets.”

“Guys, no business at the dinner table.” I gently reprimanded but it kinda hurt to say that since that’s what mum used to say whenever dad got too deep into the business outside working hours.  He could do whatever he wanted when it came to running the shop after work hours but whenever it was meal time, business needed to stay out of the dining table.

“Sorry poppet.” Dad apologized.

“Sorry love.” Fred replied before we continued eating and discussing things outside of work.  Once we were done with our meal, I gathered up all the dishes and got them cleaned up and set to dry.  As I came back toward the dining room, I saw my dad and Fred shaking hands before he left to head back downstairs to his office.

“What was all that for?” I asked.

“Nothing big. Said that if Georgie and I ever ran into any business trouble whether for contracts or faulty inspections to give him a call. Even though the wizarding community and muggle world is different there is a commonality between the two. And that’s when it comes to starting up a business.” I smiled softly and said.

“C’mon, I think now’s a good a time for your muggle education on candy.”

“Lead the way milady.” I headed lead him towards the guest room and we got him set up and ready for his education.

In the guest room, all of Fred’s stuff was now unpacked and the two of us were in our lounge clothes with sweets both wizard and muggle treats scattered across his bed.

“Now the first lesson of your muggle candy education is the best way to start a conversation when you go to the Underground, mention the price for this guy.” I held up a Freddo caramel bar.

“Freddo the frog?”

“Correct. And what’s cool is he’s like the mascot of Birmingham because this is where his candy originated from the company Cadbury.” I unwrapped the chocolate frog from his wrapper and commented, “Ohh it’s melting already. That makes the caramel inside taste even better. Try it.” I held the Freddo bar out to Fred and he took it.

“I’m kinda left disappointed that he’s not coming to life like our chocolate frogs can.”

“Well not everyone likes live frogs hopping around. And if you were asked to eat one even if it’s chocolate covered most wouldn’t. But I promise you Fred, it’s worth it.” He took a bite and chewed it up before I saw his eyes go wide.  “Didn’t I tell you?”

“That is actually really good. But still not as enjoyable as the classic chocolate frog.” He said holding up the case for it and handed it to me.

“First time you and George tricked me into eating it.”

“I swear never did I think I’d hear someone who could out scream my own mum.” I shoved him with my foot and I opened it up and the magical frog leapt out at me but I grabbed it before it could land on my face and bite it in half.  “But I will admit you are right. The caramel really does compliment the chocolate of this Freddo so that gives him some points for lack of being alive.”

“And I gotta admit, the cards inside really do make the frogs worth stuffing your face for.” After eating the second half of my frog I took out the card and said, “Another Professor Minnie. Best add her to the other 15 I’ve got of her.” Fred finished his Freddo bar and licked his fingers clean.

“As you’ve come to learn and love, there’s nothing better than gambling your friends into eating something revolting or sweet than the Bertie’s Botts every flavour beans.” He held up the box and took his gamble with a bean.  “Huh, earwax. Hadn’t had one of those in years.”

“I still can’t believe that you actually ate a boogey flavor one once.”

“I swear by it. Worse thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Uh-uh, the worst flavor is vomit.” I disagreed with him.

“I’d take a vomit flavour over a boogey flavor. At least with vomit I’d know it’d taste like what I had just eaten.” I groaned in disgust.

“Why do you have to say stuff like that around me?”

“Because I know it disgusts you and you look cute when you scrunch your face like that.” He teased as he gave my knee a squeeze.  I let out a yelp and quickly covered my mouth.

“Fred Weasley don’t you dare.” I threatened.

“Or what love?” he challenged as he eyed me mischievously  with the smirk.

“I’m not alone this time around.”

“Clever girl.” He released his grip on my knee and I reached out and grabbed the bag of wine gums.

“Now these require a unique taste. My dad really loves them but I can tolerate them occasionally. Wine gums. Got different flavours and sorts and each color represents a different wine brand. But despite their name they don’t actually contain any alcohol. Yellow, orange and brown for rum, black for port, green and beige for cider, and red for claret.”

“Shame that they don’t actually taste like the muggle alcohol they name them after.”

“Yeah well can’t have underaged drinking for kids who eat these. London’s already filled with bad drivers already don’t need them to get any worse, especially if they’ve got the munchies.”

“The what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I tore open the bag and took Fred’s hand and poured out a small handful of wine gums into his palm while I grabbed the Bertie’s bean box.  Together both he and I took a bite of a random sweet but I immediately spat it out.  “Ugh gross! Vomit flavour! Fred Weasley I swear if you jinked me to eat a vomit flavour sweet first you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I am deeply offended that you’d think I’d do such a thing!” he gasped dramatically holding his hand to his chest.  I closed the box and tossed it aside as I grabbed a tea cake and unwrapped it before shoving the whole thing in my mouth.  The marshmallow and chocolate immediately over compassing the vomit taste in my mouth.  “You are an odd one.”

“Odd? You’re the one whose opening the joke shop.” I said through my chewing.

“I thought a lady doesn’t talk with their mouth full?” I wagged my finger at him in disagreement.

“Mmm. I maybe a girl but I am no lady, Umbitch saw to that.” I said after finally swallowing the tea cake.  Fred scooted closer to me taking my left hand and stroked the back of my left hand that once had I MUST ACT LIKE A LADY scarred into my skin.

“I would’ve done far worse to her if I could. George would too.”

“I know you boys would. But no sense in throwing yourselves in Azkaban for my sake.”

“We’d still do it.” I smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a soft kiss.  “What was that you had just a second ago?”

“A tea cake. Don’t ask why they call it that cause it doesn’t really go with tea nor is it a cake. Best way I can compare it to is they’re like the chocoballs on the trolley. A marshmallow sitting on top of a crisp biscuit and covered in chocolate.” I handed him another tea cake while I grabbed another one.  We both unwrapped our tea cakes and this time I bit into it half way as did Fred.

“Mmm that is good.” He said through his chewing.

“My mum always made the best ones. She even knicked a recipe from my aunt in America where instead of a marshmallow my aunt uses blended oreos.”

“Now that is something I’d like to try. Think you’d be able to make some?”

“Don’t you remember the last time I got near a stove at your house?”

“Right yeah. At least mum didn’t blow her top off knowing it was you. Had it been either Georgie or I we’d be six feet under.”

“Now for this last sweet treat, I want you to do something for me first.”

“And what might that be?”

“Close your eyes.”

“The last time someone asked me to do that, I ended up being shoved into a closet with a dungbomb.”

“Yeah well I’m not Lee. Just trust me on this babe.” He looked at me but with one loving gaze up at him, I knew I had him at the palm of my hand.  He closed his eyes and I took the Cadbury dairy milk bar and unwrapped it.  “Open your mouth.” I told him and he opened his mouth letting out an ‘ahhh’ to which I rolled my eyes playfully and placed the bar in his mouth.

He then began chewing the chocolate bar the second he felt it on his tongue.  His eyes opened wide for a second as his facial expression turned to pure satisfaction and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh Godric…..”

“I told you. Cadbury is the best chocolate in the world. Eating these bars really make me feel like a kid again. Pre-Hogwarts days.” I took a bar for myself and unwrapped it and placed it between my teeth.  I then felt Fred’s fingers underneath my chin and he turned me to face him.  Keeping hold of my chin between his fingers, he leaned right into my face taking the other half of my bar between his teeth and snapped it in half before eating his half of my chocolate bar.

I let out a small squeak and actually dropped my half of the bar and even though my heart was racing at what he had just done and my cheeks were probably as red as the Gryffindor colors I snapped at him.

“Fredick Gideon Weasley, how dare you—” he cut me off with a kiss.  His hand that held my chin now moved to the back of my neck gently stroking or rubbing certain spots that made me weak in the knees.  With one pressure point he knew that would get me to open my mouth, his tongue soon slipped into my mouth and our tongues soon danced with each other.

After our intense snogging and the desperate need for air became too great, Fred separated from me, the two of us panting softly and he licked his lips.

“Now that was by far the sweetest treat I’ve had.” I snorted softly as I shook my head at him.

“I really have turned you into a softie.”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“Everyone but George. He’s always going on how you’re whipped for me.”

“I swear he’s a liar. In fact did you know that it was actually him that switched your muggle marshmallows with that canary cream?”

“He didn’t.” I said exasperatedly.

“Oh yes, saw him do it with my own eyes.”

“And you didn’t think to try and warn me about it?” I asked backing out of his arms and crossed my arms over my chest.  Fred then began stammering out an excuse while I arched my brow at him.

“You’ve got to admit it, you did sound adorable making those canary sounds.” I didn’t flinch.  “I’m going to be sleeping on the couch as you once said, aren’t I?”

“I might be able to overlook this matter, if you help me come up with a revenge prank on him.”

“Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“Not nearly enough.” I said with a shrug.

“Then I’ve got a whole week to not only say it repetitively, but also might have some ideas you can pull on Georgie the next time you’re around.” He pulled me back into his lap and captured my lips in a softer, more loving kiss.  “We were truly made for each other.” He whispered against my lips.

“Like chocolate and caramel.” I whispered back before leaning back and deepening our kiss once again.