#chubby ginny

[woolyboo]

whos this little old man why hello there ft disproportionately tiny feet

[startanewdream]

Halloween

Written for the @greenhouse-seven's No-Tricks-Only-Treats event, and my prompt was Trick or Treat. Harry and Ginny, angst with the promise of better days, around 900 words.

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There’s a radiant smile on Ginny’s face when she comes home holding two bags filled with candies and chocolate bars.

“Wow,” says Harry, watching her pour the candies into a giant cauldron. “Did you get swapped with Ron?”

In answer, Ginny winks at him before pulling him closer and proceeding to kiss him in a way that leaves no room for identity questions.

“Wow,” he repeats again, breathless.

She laughs. “I got excited on the store. We need to be ready for trick-or-treat! After lunch, I’m leaving again to get the decoration.”

“Decoration?”

“Yes! We cannot be the only house on the street that isn��t decorated for Halloween.” She frows suddenly. “You do remember it’s Halloween in a couple days?”

Harry nods. He isn’t indifferent to Halloween — he’s seen the houses decorated every time he walked down the street this past week, especially at night, when they are lit with candles or buzzing with electricity. He didn’t know that Godric’s Hollow made such an event of Halloween, but he guesses it was to be expected, with the village famous amongst wizarding folk.

Only he didn’t know how it would make him feel.

Harry had been glad to move to Godric’s Hollow; he and Ginny had found the perfect cottage, a place that promised home the moment they had visited the first time, and it had been so for the last six months. He’d never had second thoughts, but this week…

“I’ve never celebrated Halloween,” he says, aware that’s only half the problem. “I mean, there were feasts at Hogwarts, but at home… this is new.”

“But before—”

“The Dursleys wouldn’t even acknowledge Halloween.”

“I wasn’t thinking about them.” Ginny huffles, lips pursued as always happens when the Dursleys are mentioned. “I meant before.” Her expressions softs. “Your parents celebrated with you.”

“I guess.”

She caresses his arm. “I’m sure they did. I’m thinking about a small chubby baby dressed as a pumpkin.”

Harry smiles for a moment. Ginny’s expression doesn’t shift; she still looks concerned.

“What else is troubling you?”

If it were anyone else, Harry would just shrug off. But since it’s Ginny, he allows himself to sink in the nearest chair.

“It’s Halloween. My parents died on Halloween, and… I don’t know why it’s bothering me…”

She sighs. “Well, they were your parents.”

“I mean, Halloween was never a problem before, I didn’t even know the date of their deaths exactly until Hagrid told me when I was eleven, and yet—it’s weighing on me.”

Ginny bites her lip. There’s no pity in her eyes, for which Harry feels grateful. With her right hand, she twirls her wand; behind him, in the kitchen, the oven is lit, and Harry knows she’s preparing tea for them. With her free hand, she runs her hand through his hair, very smooth.

“I am no expert,” she mumbles, “but it seems to be as if what you are feeling is grief.”

“They died over twenty years ago.”

“And you were too young to understand. Then you were at Hogwarts without a break—your Halloweens were always eventful—and now you have no other trouble, and we are here, twenty years later, where everything happened. It’s okay to have feels.”

“Not when it’s troubling us. You looked so excited.”

Ginny twirls her wand again and a cup of tea materializes in front of Harry. “Your troubles are my troubles, remember? We are together.”

He sips the tea. “Exactly. I… I want to do this with you. Decorate the house—Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day if you want—”

“Singing dwarfs and pink-shaped hearts? No, please.”

Harry chuckles for a moment. “Every holiday.” He holds her hands, places a soft kiss on her wrists. “That’s why I didn’t want to say anything.”

“And I wish you had told me sooner.” She offers him a smile. “We can lay low on Halloween. No parties or anything, just a quiet night. Visit their graves, leave some flowers.”

“This would be nice.” He closes his eyes for a moment, but instead of picturing the cemetery, he thinks about the happy family in the monument in the square; imagines them going out together every Halloween, sees that little boy growing up in a loving family with whom he would share Halloween costumes. The life that could have been. The life his parents wanted him to have. “But let’s open the house for any kid playing trick-or-treats.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Yes, but also… I think this is what my parents would want. And I want to celebrate my second first Halloween with you.”

She kisses him softly. “It will be also my first Halloween. There were no trick-or-treats on the Burrow.”

“That’s why you went over-the-top.”

“Guilty.”

He chuckles again. He enjoys the idea of sharing all firsts with Ginny, every little milestone in their relationship. There will be a moment for missing his parents this Halloween, and also a moment of hope for better days. Maybe even daydream about a small chubby baby with Ginny’s red hair and his green eyes, though this thought he will keep to himself for a while.

His smile is serene now.

“You know, Muggles dress up for Halloween. I could go with you and get a costume.”

“Oh.” Ginny giggles. “I already got mine. I’m going as a witch. Broomstick, wand and hat, the full set.”

“Well.” He touches her face, leans closer. “You’ve already bewitched me, Ginny.”

[ginevrapng]

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄)

pairing: george weasley x reader, ron weasley x reader

word count: 3.0k words

contents: swearing, a couple suggestive comments, reader wears a bikini at one point, chubby-coded reader, drinking, percy (he deserves a warning), reader not specified what hogwarts house they were in, no use of y/n, british idioms, phrases and slang words

a/n: this was originally a one-shot about george but as i kept writing i decided i wanted it to be a short series that also included ron and the possibility that the reader may up with him. this isn't a love triangle fic! there is no triangle!

summary: you're an honorary member of the weasley family and have been for years, you're one of ron's best friends and are very close. everyone thinks and teases you both that you're dating or have feelings for each other. this muddles up things as george feels guilty about his own feelings.

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you became an honorary member of the weasley family when you were in your third year at hogwarts, after meeting ron and afterwards meeting his family. now you probably spend more time with the weasley's than you do your own family. when you attended hogwarts you spent the summer holidays with them. it's been years and you've formed a bond with all of them, you care about them and they care about you. little did you know george cares about you in a different way than the others do.

ginny and fred often tease you and ron asking about when your wedding will be, while you flip them off and ron tells them to "bloody fuck off." whenever you see bill he asks if ron has finally had the balls to ask you out and sometimes you even worry that molly may be planning the wedding, no matter how many times you both insist there is nothing going on between you two the weasley clan make it their goal to not listen.

"i don't know why you all bang on about us. i fancied hermione for years. we're not dating, she's not my girlfriend!" ron shouts while throwing something at fred as he easily doges it.

looking up from reading the new muggle book hermione let you borrow you say with a fake teasing scowl, "who's 'she', the cat's mother?" ron glares at you in warning to tell you to shut up causing you to laugh.

george plops himself next to you on the sofa and looks at the book you're reading. "why're you readin' in the middle of the day? you normally read at night." he asks while looking over to you, blocking your vision of the page with his head.

pushing his head away with one hand he grins. "because hermione's lending it to me. that means i only have like a week to finish it before she wants it back."

"hey!" hermione shoots you a look, causing you and george to chuckle.

the person who believes you and ron the least is george, he knows you're not a liar, you would never lie but he worries that ron wants to keep you secret and not treasure you the way you deserve to be treated. he worries that your feelings towards his younger brother are unrequited and he'll end up breaking your heart. he would never voice these feelings out loud but you're always on his mind. he does feel guilty because he knows that you likely are dating ron but that doesn't stop his heart skipping a beat every time you smile at him or his stomach fluttering with butterflies anytime you brush up against each other.

he tries his hardest not to stare at you but it's hard, especially when you decide to sit opposite him at the dinner table, it's torture. he steals glances at you when he thinks no one is looking, your cute chubby cheeks pressed against the palm of your hand while your elbow is resting on the table and you're looking entirely unimpressed with what percy said. sticking your tongue out at fred from across the table whenever he teases you for liking 'really weird food' and how you don't like 'normal' food. sneakily threatening ron when you think molly isn't looking, pretending to stab him in the eye with your fork.

the whole time he thought that no one notices how he feels about you, he should know better by now with fred around. you've seen how george looks at you too, when you want to admire him secretly but you find that he's already looking at you, causing you to quickly look away but you figure george would never look at you in any other way than his brothers annoying friend or like a younger annoying adopted sister, no matter how much you wished he'd see you as more.

sometimes you think you have a chance with him but those cases are rare and they're gone as quickly as they come.

one summer you all went down to the seaside, wanting to spend some time at the beach, while you all complained about how hot it was in the car and annoyed because not all of you could apparate yet, so you had to be boiled alive in the car. when you finally got to the beach you all changed as soon as possible, wanting to get cooler and strip off the extra layers you were all wearing.

normally you would have had some insecurity about wearing a bikini but in those recent years you'd became more comfortable in your body and you knew that none of the weasley's would judge you. and after you, ginny and hermione went shopping the week before to buy swimming costumes you were more than content with your recent purchase and happy to wear it. your costume was fairly simple, it was really cute. your stretch marks and soft stomach visible while wearing the bikini, you thought you looked rather pretty though.

you glanced up after getting changed to see harry gawking at ginny, you went up next to him and flicked his nose. "eyes up front solider." harry blushed and turned away from you both making you giggle.

you feel eyes on you and think it's likely one of the girls but looked to see george as he was marvelling you and for a second you swear he was looking up and down your body, focusing on your plush thighs. your body bursts out your chest but you worry that he isn't looking at you with fondness and instead the opposite, thinking you don't look good, that is until you saw his eyes and his dilated pupils and mouth slightly agape. if you were braver you would of said something similar to what you said to harry but alas you're not so you settle on. "georgie, are you okay?"

he snaps out of whatever he was thinking about and grins at you. "'course i am, shortcake." you have a craving for shortcake once and eat only shortcake for a 5 days and you are forever condemned to the nickname forever. at least it's better than ronniekins or weatherby you suppose. george walked up to you and for a second you thought he might just pull you closer to him and hug you, instead, it felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on you as he ruffles you hair and goes to get a drink from the cooler. hopes crushed.

"you look nice," ron tells you picking up a couple drinks, going to hand one to you.

"gee, thanks ronald. i might just fall in love." you roll your eyes playfully. he presses the ice cold drink against your arm causing you to yelp. he runs off before you can do the same while you swear at him.

george watches the interaction and his heart hurts, he wants to joke like that with you, he wants you to tell him you love him. he looks away and tries to clear his head. he doesn't want you to think he isn't okay.

another time while you both were still attending hogwarts george asked you if you were going to hogsmeade that weekend and you declined saying you had to study. " 'shame, i'll miss you." you spent the whole week thinking about that. he will miss you, not we will. the day everyone goes to hogsmeade you can't concentrate in the library, you try to but you can't, you had a huge essay due the following day and you'd barely begun it. instead you're rethinking what george said over and over again. you decided to pack up your things early after only an hour of studying and head to hogsmeade to meet everyone.

you were unsure of where everyone would be so you search around to see if you can spot anyone. you spotted george in the three broomsticks opposite a girl you've never seen before. you were about to walk in to talk to them until you saw them holding hands as george places a kiss on her knuckle. you froze, i guess he didn't miss me that much. you turn back around and walk straight back into the castle hoping no one sees you, luckily they didn't and they're none the wiser as you pretend you've been studying all day and george never mentioned the girl. fake smile plastered on your face as you hear them talk about their day. hopes crushed.

this pattern has been going on for years now where you think maybe he might look at you the way you look at him, every time he proves you wrong. when you get too in your head you think about how attractive he is compared to you, how you could get lost in his deep chestnut eyes and his chiselled jaw. how you want to run your hand through his pretty red flaming hair and kiss the freckles on his broad shoulders that he has from playing years of quidditch. god you want to kiss him so bad.

now though you're getting ready for the night, there was a vote and the majority dictated a muggle club, so you're all getting ready and tonight you're going all out.

"you look beautiful." you hear ron say as you walk down the stairs with harry nodding in agreement getting an amused smirk from you. ron smiles at you and you get reminded about how sweet he truly is and about how much he's grown in the last few years, especially when you think back at the disaster of the yule ball when he was still hung up on hermione and treating padma patil like shit. maybe in another life you and ron would of been together.

"aw, thanks ronald. be careful though, i might think you do actually want to date me," you tease.

"piss off." he mumbles and you swear you see a light blush causing you to chuckle. you hook your arm around his and wait for the stragglers (i.e hermione who is still doing her hair.)

when you walked down those stairs george forgot how to breath. you looked absolutely stunning with your dress accentuating your curves, clinging to your body in all the right ways and your hair framing your face. george couldn't look away you. wide hips he wanted to grab and hold on to and thick thighs that he wanted to feel wrapped around him. your pretty eyes gazing at ron, pissing him off. george's mood switched up quickly after that, body tense and jaw clenched as he sees you chuckle at whatever ron stupidly said. his eyes hardened stare when he watches you hold onto his arm.

the whole night he doesn't take his eyes off you as you dance and drink and sing along to the muggle songs you recognise. everyone notices, you notice, ginny notices, hermione notices, even oblivious ron and harry notice it. george gets teased most of the night about it, especially by fred, who whenever comes over to get another drink after dancing with a group of girls calls him "loverboy" and an "idiot, jealous, fool."

he knows that you must know that he's watching you no matter how many drinks you've had you must be able to tell, and you do but you assume it's something like last time and you don't want him to do something like ruffle up your hair again, especially when you've spent so long doing it. you don't want to ask him and realise that he's judging your outfit or that he doesn't think you're pretty enough to stand and dance with the rest of you. you don't want to know what he's thinking this time. your hopes on his feelings towards you were crushed long ago after multiple events so you do you best to ignore him, knowing that eventually some gorgeous girl will get his attention, little do you know that you already have that.

so you dance the night away, ron spinning you in his arms while he complains that if you keep drinking at this rate he'll have to carry you home.

ron moves your hair to the side over on one shoulder so you can hear him better as he talks into your ear and pressing your soft frame against his. "s' you gonna tell me why george is looking at you like." he spins you around again.

"honestly, ' no idea. tryin' not to think about it. just want to dance with you."

"i can definitely do that." he grins as you carry on dancing and swaying together.

george didn't think he get more angry, that was until he saw ron brush your hair away from you and whisper in your ear. he thinks you're both incredibly too close together, he knows he has no right to be angry. he thinks there is something going on between you two but that doesn't mean it doesn't boil his blood to see you two all over each other.

"gonna go get us more drinks 'kay? you want the same?" ron gently takes his hands of your waist and asks you.

"yes please ronnie." you reply, slightly stumbling without ron behind you to balance you.

ron watching this, smirks. "i'll be right back. don't fall over 'right. after this one you'll be drinking water." you stick your tongue out in response causing ron's smirk to widen.

george watches ron make his way to the bar and he considers going up to talk to you, to compliment you, to spend time with you while everyone else is busy, you've barely spoken together all day. the decision is made for him and stopped as harry comes up to talk to him and he sees ginny and hermione make their way over towards you.

when he looks over to see you again you're dancing with the girls and singing to a song he's never heard of before, he wonders if ron's heard it, if you've showed it to him before. if you like it so much you're singing it at the top of your lungs, you must really like it, probably enough to show ron. george isn't listening to a word harry is saying but he can't stop the grin that appears on his face, watching you jump and dance and sing. 'if you wanna be my lover. you gotta get with my friends.' his grin disappear as he see's ron behind you with two drinks in hand finishing of the lyric with you, "make it last forever. friendship never ends." you wrap your arms around his neck after spotting him, slightly spilling both of the drinks and take your one.

the night ends a couple of hours later, you slightly sobered up, tipsy instead of drunk, with ron sticking to his guns and only letting you have water. near the end of the night you end up leaving the dance floor exhausted from the dancing and pulling ron with you knowing that the only reason he was still on the dance floor was because he didn't want to leave you on your own while you were drunk in case anything happened to you. leaning on his shoulder and softly singing the songs you know you cuddle up to him. he pulls you both back on the booth so you're comfier and wraps his arm around your waist.

you both sit in comfortable silence as you watch everyone, at the same time spotting harry trying to hopelessly flirt with a girl that looks like a carbon copy of ginny causing you to laugh. "i had no idea ginny had a twin." you joked making ron burst out laughing. you pull on his shirt to get his attention, "love you ron." kissing your forehead he tells you he loves you too.

weirdly enough harry ended up the drunkest out of all of you, normally the drunkest title gets handed to you or ginny. tonight the title was handed to harry with george and ron staying the most sober.

trying to stumble into the burrow as quietly as possible was a harder feat than you thought, fred chuckling at your attempt to try not to trip over anything. "fuck off." you tell him, louder than you probably should have but lacking volume control due to the alcohol.

you make your way up the stairs with the help from ron and begin to walk into ron's room. "what'cha doing? you stay in ginny's room remember." he stops you from moving any further.

"but i want cuddles ronnie!" you whine in your drunken state. harry hearing this laughs uncontrollably at the scene of you trying to slip out of ron's hold to get into his room.

"shut up harry." ron hisses trying to deal with his two of his drunk best friends. "bed. now. we'll cuddle tomorrow."

"promise." you hold out your pinky finger for him to take.

he takes your finger, "promise. get some sleep."

"mm, 'kay. night harry!" you quietly call behind ron say in a sing song voice before ron shushes you. "night ronald." both harry and ron wishes you goodnight and you turn to tiptoe into ginny's room.

that's when you see george still on the stairs, watching you. for the first time tonight you've looked at him and he realises that absolutely anything could happen yet if you'd look at him like you are now then everything would be okay. george clears his throat and goes to say goodnight. to say how beautiful you looked tonight. how he missed speaking to you all night. "night george. sleep well." you walk past him and kiss his cheek, he audibly gasped but you were too tired and tipsy to notice. you go into ginny's room and leave george standing on the stairs, taking in how soft your lips felt against him and how he could still smell the drink you always get. george holds his hand against where you kissed him and beams before entering his room.

[gaeforwednesdea]

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader, + Important A/N

Summery: Y/n and Hermione are in their shared dorm, when Ron, Harry and Ginny walk in on them snogging. Very Very slight smut, fluff.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Y/n and Hermione sat on the bed in their dorm snogging, As Y/n let out soft moans from the kisses Hermione placed on her neck, When Harry, Ron, and Ginny opened the door without knocking, when Ginny lets out a giggle, Ron gasps, And harry stand there wide-eyed. Hermione notices and pulls Y/n off her, giving the three deaath stares "Have you ever heard of knocking? It's this crazy thing you do when someone's door is closed. Dimwits such as you wouldn't know much, would you, though?" She spat, flaring her hands around in different hand gestures, as Y/n sat there, Hiding her smirk in her hands. "...'Mione, Love, it's alright, leave the 'dimwits' be. they didn't know, after all.." Y/n said softly, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "still! they should respect our privacy!" she exclaimed, standing up, which made Y/n Pout slightly. "Out! now!" She yelled at them before pushing the three out, slamming the wooden door in their faces. "Jeez, 'Mione." Y/n said quietly, her head already buried in a book. "I-- wait, is that my book?" Hermione asked as Y/n let out a giggle, nodding a 'yes' at her, before looking back at the book. Hermione let out a soft chuckle as she sat down behind Y/n, wrapping her legs around her and leanin her head on Y/n's shoulder, reaing aong while she occasionally left soft kisses on Y/n's shoulder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: so, something i'd like to say real quick, is, Y/n is actually written as a chubby character, and Y/n's race is NOT specified. Anyways, stay safe, (try to) eat some Food, and drink some water! <3

[seriouslysam8]

Sneak peak Alew and Brumous?😇😇😇

Sure.

Brumous Chapter Sixty-Three

Harry sat in the sand, watching as the waves crashed into the shore. It was something he had done plenty when he had been in Agde the previous summer. The warm air, the salty sea smell, the calmness. Harry had felt normal for the first time in his life. On holiday with his family. It had been the best summer of his life by far. There was no threat. No awful Dursleys. The only thing that could have made it literal bliss was if the Weasleys had joined them. Lounging with Ginny on the beach. Talking with Ron into the late hours of the night in their shared room. Eating Mrs Weasleys cooking. It would have been added bonuses.

Harry knew that if he survived the war, he wanted to take Ginny to Agde. He didn’t think Sirius would mind if he used the Black family holiday home. Maybe they could even get married on the beach with the sand between their toes. The image of them dancing as the water flowed over their feet flickered in his mind. He dared himself to think about little black haired and redheaded children running along the shore. The thing Harry wanted most in life was to have a family. He wanted more Potters in the world, to not be the only one with the last name anymore. He wanted that family with Ginny. He was positive of it.

Swallowing, Harry looked down at the sand. Dreams were dangerous. Harry knew that better than anyone. Harry had hoped and wished for things that never came to fruition. Or it took fifteen years just to get the one thing he wanted in life. Good things rarely happened to Harry. With a deadly prophecy hanging over his head and a psychopath wanting to kill him, he didn’t see how he could survive. He wasn’t nearly as powerful as Voldemort. He wasn’t stupid. Even with all the training, Harry didn’t think he could best Voldemort in a duel yet. In fact, Harry wasn’t sure of anyone who could except for Dumbledore.

Someone sat down next to him, their shoulders bumping against each other. Harry turned to see his father. James lounged next to him, his gaze focusing on the water. When someone else sat on the other side of him, Harry felt his heart ache. He turned slowly to have his suspicion confirmed. His mother sat next to him, her long auburn hair pulled back in a loose plait. 

“This is beautiful,” Lily commented, a soft smile gracing her face. “I never had the opportunity to go to a beach.”

Harry nodded, his gaze falling back to the sand. “Yeah, the first time I went was with Sirius this past summer.”

Lily smiled knowingly. “I grew up poor,” she elaborated. “A holiday when I was a kid was going to the next town over for the weekend. Not like your father.”

Harry dared a glance over at his dad to see him smiling up at the sun, his elbows propped up in the sand. 

“Mum and Dad liked to travel. We went everywhere and anywhere,” James explained, his head turning to catch Harry’s eye. “I was so excited to travel with you and your mum. I wanted to show you everything I ever saw. I wanted to smuggle you a magic carpet from Egypt.”

Lily sighed. “James.”

James only grinned wider. “So, we could have matching ones. There’s one buried in the attic of Godric’s Hollow. I promised Dad I destroyed it, but it’s still there. Highly illegal so be sure not to get caught.”

Lily sighed heavily.

Harry felt the corner of his mouth twitch up into a lopsided smile. “Good thing I have your Invisibility Cloak.”

James burst out laughing. Lily couldn’t contain her amusement even if she didn’t approve of the law breaking. The ache in Harry’s chest only intensified.

Alew Chapter Four

Harry stood in his cot with his fingers curled around the top, tears pouring down his chubby little cheeks. Sirius smiled warmly at him as he crossed the room. He slipped his hands underneath his armpits and lifted him out of the cot. Harry settled on his hip, the kid immediately wrapping his arms around Sirius’ neck. His cheek pressed against Sirius’ collarbone.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sirius asked, his hand pressing against the back of his head.

One of Harry’s arms slipped from around Sirius’ neck. His fingers tracing along the black ink on Sirius’ chest. Pressing a kiss on top of the kid’s messy hair, he turned and made his way back to his bedroom. He knew Harry didn’t have the communication skills to tell him what was wrong. Harry had been living with Sirius long enough for him to know that Harry wouldn’t go back to sleep in his cot. Though Sirius hated to admit it, he couldn’t help but think Harry was having nightmares about Halloween.

Entering the bedroom, he saw Marlene sitting up in bed in one of his t-shirts. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she gazed up at him. Sirius couldn’t help but think she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. His chest expanded pleasantly as he eased down on the bed, plopping Harry between them like he always did. Marlene brushed Harry’s hair off his forehead.

“Are you all right, love?” Marlene asked in a soft voice.

Harry didn’t say anything as he scooted close to Marlene, his little arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his head against her small bump. Marlene carded her fingers through his hair.

“There was a broom,” Marlene sang just a tad off-key. “In the middle of the sky. It was the fastest broom. That you ever did see. And the Quaffles fly all around and around. And the Quaffles fly all around.”

It wasn’t the first time Sirius had heard the little song. He had heard it when he was a kid, but nobody had ever actually sung to him when he was little. But James had sung it to Harry on multiple occasions in the past like the Quidditch obsessed berk he was. A hard rock settled in the pit of his stomach.

“There was a Snitch,” Marlene continued to the next verse, her fingers still stroking through his hair. “In the middle of the sky. It was the shiniest Snitch. That you ever did see. And the Quaffles fly all around and around. And the Quaffles fly all around.”

Marlene laid down onto the bed, gently tugging Harry down with her. She covered them both up, tucking the blanket underneath Harry’s chin. Most nights, Harry clung to him like a permanent sticking charm. Tonight, however, he only wanted Marlene. Her soft singing seemed to soothe him as she brushed his hair. Sirius sat mesmerized on the bed, soaking in the scene in front of him. 

Sirius couldn’t see Harry’s face, but he knew the kid was close to falling back asleep if he wasn’t already. Marlene ran her finger gently down Harry’s nose, a soft smile dancing on her face. Her singing ceased as her eyes flickered up to Sirius. Harry’s soft breaths filled the room.

[witchofimber]

Hey, for @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week I decided to write the most angsty shit possible for Molly Weasley. Below is a preview, rest of the work is on AO3.

Trigger Warnings: Postpartum depression (including intrusive thoughts about harm coming to a baby), complex family relationships, grief, surgery mention, smoking.

“When I became a mom, no one ever said, ‘Hey, you made a death today. You made your children’s deaths.’ Meanwhile, I could think of little else.” - Samantha Hunt 

Families have mythologies. There are stories that Molly’s children pass around like calling cards, touchstones. Ron stealing that car, Fred’s first word being “George” and George’s first word being “No.” The fact that Percy was the only baby born exactly on his due date, contractions starting right at five as if he’d politely waited for the end of business hours. How Ginny, Charlie and Bill came early, but Ron and the twins came late. How Charlie’s labour was only eight minutes, and Bill’s was nearly forty hours. As if the circumstances of birth would press into her children like wax. See? I knew who you’d be even then. I knew you right from the start. You were always going to be this person. 

Here’s something that she doesn’t tell her children: that for almost every second of those forty hours of labour, nineteen and terrified, she wanted to die. She begged for it. She begged for Arthur, for her brothers, for her mother. She begged the doctor to cut her open. Hour thirty-five, thrashing on the table - just cut it out! Cut it out cut it out get it out of me! 

If there’s a shape of his birth in Bill, it’s made of agony. 

---

When she thinks of those first few years of Bill, when she was still half a child and yet somehow a mother - 

Well, mostly she doesn’t think of them. There’s really no reason to, not anymore.

But if she were to - 

Arthur was working long hours. He had to, of course - junior ministry salaries weren’t meant to support a family. Overtime was the only thing that was keeping them fed. And he was such a good father when he was home. Not a word of complaint, not a hint that he was tired. Go to sleep, love, you need a nap. I’ll look after my little Bill. 

It was that possessive my that made Molly dig her fingernails into her palms. 

Oldest sons always belong to their fathers, don’t they? Arthur would bounce Bill on his knee and says he could be an auror, he could be minister, he could be a curse-breaker - all these grand futures he didn’t get to have himself, poured into the body of his son. 

Molly looked at Bill’s chubby face and thought he could be charging into the line of fire, he could be the target of an assassination, he could die alone on the floor of a dusty vault. She fed Bill in the kitchen and thought about all the knives around them, the kettle sitting full and hot like a taunt. She bathed him with her heart in her throat, barely blinking. She was constantly aware of all the things that could hurt him, including herself. After all, she didn’t love the baby. 

At forty-six, she knows now that this kind of obsessive fear was love - love done poorly, love swallowed by self-loathing, a conviction that Bill knew she wasn’t good enough for him. At twenty she would lie awake at night, thinking of all the things she’d done wrong and pinching the inside of her wrist. 

---

One week after the end of the war, and Ginny is the only child still in the house. Molly thought, automatically, that the whole brood would fly home to her. In the summer, when her children were still children, she would stand at the twilight doorway with a sonorous to her throat and watch them race across the meadows towards her, the kitchen windows their lighthouse across a sea of dark. Tall, rangy Bill herding Fred and George, Ron and Ginny chasing each other in squabbling circles, Percy with a mouth already full of complaints and accusations, Charlie loping slowly, always last. But Bill is with his own family now. Charlie is in Romania. Percy writes her fearful owls and avoids his father’s gaze. George is apparently drunk in the flats of various friends. Ron bounces between George and Harry, trying to watch over them, flooing back home to grab soup and hangover potion. So only Ginny - her much-loved girl, her longed-for daughter, her baby - is in the house, and that fact should not fill Molly with dread. 

Ginny has recently adopted a sort of omni-benevolent glow towards Molly, a tacit acknowledgement that she forgives her mother everything. Molly can’t be too angry about this. She did the same to her own mother. 

One night, passing the washing up silently between them, Molly says, “You know - dearest - if you were pregnant, I would be there for you.” 

“What? Mum, I’m not pregnant. I’m not even - no.” 

“I - good, that’s good, but - you know, whatever you need, whenever you need it. I’ll be there for you. I’ll never abandon you.” 

“Ok.” Ginny shoots her a half-amused glance under her eyelashes. “Is this you angling for grandbabies? Because, like, I’m pretty sure I’m last in the queue for that.” 

Some days Molly cannot remember why she ever wanted a daughter so desperately. It’s just another set of fears. 

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Charlie appeared like a miracle or a Muggle magic trick. Step right up, see the lady step into the Ministry elevator! Watch her as the doors close - do you see her put her hand on her stomach? That faint frown? And now, on the ground floor the doors open and - ta dah! A baby! 

(And blood, of course, and two very shocked aurors. And Molly sitting half-naked on the floor of the lift, staring at Charlie in her arms. Too confused to be anything else. What are you doing here? she’d asked Charlie with her eyes, and he’d stared back - I don’t know, what am I doing here?) 

When Charlie was eight, they’d lost him. She remembers standing at the kitchen door, all her other children crowded around her, as she called his name over and over again. Thinking, stupidly, don’t let your voice crack, you’ll scare the children. Arthur and Bill had gone out with lanterns, searching down creeks and up dale, their voices getting further and further away until they disappeared under evening birdsong. And finally, at midnight, Charlie had emerged from the trees - right next to the house, he’d only been hiding in the branches. He must have heard her calling. 

She floocalls him at four, which is six for him. She knows the time difference by heart. It’s a thought that hasn’t left her since Charlie moved away. She’ll be doing the last of the washing up at ten, thinking about how Charlie is probably getting his last drink of the night in. She’ll roll over on a sleepless night to see it’s three am and know that thousands of miles and two hours away, Charlie is just beginning to get up. She is so used to Charlie’s hand on the clock pointing at work that it has become invisible. 

��How’s things?” says Charlie, no hello. 

“Good,” says Molly automatically, then - “Well. No.” 

“No, yeah. No.”

“How are the dragons?” 

Molly knows a lot about dragons now. She reads books on them when she has the time, asks Hermione questions, idly browses through Ron’s Care of Magical Creatures textbooks. She is aware, in a way that makes her prickle with guilt, that she does this so she has something to talk to Charlie about. 

“Good. Well, Andrei has this bonkers idea that he won’t let go of - there’s only one Welsh Green stud left in Eastern Europe, so he’s talking about trying to crossbreed…” 

He rattles on. Molly listens, nods, asks thoughtful questions. At the end, he says - “And… well… the political situation.” 

“Oh?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You could come back - “ Home - “here.” 

Charlie snorts. “Oh, yeah, Britain. Very politically stable at the moment.”

“We could be together again. As a family.” She doesn’t say your family needs you. She has finally learnt, after years of mistakes, that that’s not a lever that will ever work on Charlie. “I could take care of you.” 

“I’m fine, Mum.” 

“I know, but darling - “

“I just - I need to be here, you know? Or I - I can’t be there. I can’t come back.” 

When Charlie had emerged from the trees age eight, looking cold and distant, she’d grabbed him by the shoulders and nearly shaken him with the force of her love. Where were you? What were you doing? Didn’t you hear me calling? 

I did, he said, I just didn’t want to come in. 

But why didn’t you come back?

He’d stared at her, a little blankly. I told you. I didn’t want to come in. 

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[beloved-child-of-the-house]

listen the whole golden trio is Black 🤷🏽‍♂️

like way back when I first read the books as a child I was like oh clearly Hermione is Black? In my head she looked just like me! Fluffy brown hair, big teeth, chubby. And something about her anxiety around school says Black girl with overbearing parents to me. Or maybe more like. A Black girl whose parents have drilled into her that the whole world is going to be holding her at an insanely high standard so she better be ready to perform and she better be On all the time!

And then re-reading as an adult, it just makes sense for Harry to be Black just based on the the way people respond to him. Like he’s so sweet and considerate and polite but his whole neighborhood believes he goes to St. Brutus’ Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys? The comments about his hair? The way he’s scapegoated by the Dursleys? They act like there’s something visible about him that marks him out as being unworthy to the extent that it’s like. Humiliating to be associated with him. The way Petunia was in touch with Lily enough to send her Christmas presents but barely knows the name of her husband and son (because she was ashamed that her sister married a Black man and had a Black son?)That ALL sounds like racism to me?

The Weasleys are probably the hardest sell BUT I do know a family of freckly redheads who are Black and their dynamic as a family is just so fascinating and delicious if they’re Black. Like the whole Percy situation 🤌🏽 Black Fred and George?? Black Ginny Weasley??? Be still my beating heart!!! Black Ron Weasley 🥺🥺🥺 omg Black Molly Weasley with her clock that tells her where her family is and if they’re safe???

[this-isajokerjoke]

luna, neville, and ginny head canons

neville being chubby

ginny being tall and skinny with no curves lol

ginny has so. many. freckles. 

both ginny and neville have a crush on luna at one point

luna being completely unaware but also has a crush on neville and ginny at different points

ginny hexing people who tease luna or neville

“lulu” “gin” “nev”

ginny having trauma from being possessed and having nightmares and panic attacks

neville being really insecure

luna and ginny help him and give him pep talks

luna still grieves her mother

luna has a collection of increasingly strange jewelry and is never seen without some on

luna holding both their hands

nev infodumping abt plants

neville names his plants

neville learns to braid hair

NEVILLE REALIZING HIS WORTH 🗣️🗣️

luna is fucking insane and neville and ginny adore it

like marbles = lost insane

she’s smart in her own way tho

shes hella perceptive and emotionally intelligent

ginny protecting luna and neville always and forever

neville fucks a guy up for calling luna insane tho (he does not feel bad despite his two weeks worth of detention) 

yet neville still feels bad when people run into him??

luna not giving a shit

she fully knows ppl think she’s weird

she thinks it’s really funny actually

sometimes she’ll say something batshit just to see people’s reactions

autistic neville moment???

luna glaring at people who make fun of ginny or neville

luna making elaborate gifts, like sculptures and mugs and paintings for her friends, and they’re the most detailed and specialized for neville and ginny

artistic luna!

neville is very gryffindor, and the only reason his sorting took a little longer was because he argued for hufflepuff, which the hat didn’t really agree with

similarly, luna is very ravenclaw, but she let the hat put her there immediately 

ginny was only considered for slytherin for a few seconds, and went pretty quickly to gryffindor

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Kuma the Pooh, Kuma the Pooh

Chubby little Kuma all stuffed with trau-ma. So Kuma just paw-paw blasted his way up the ol favorites list, but not as much as Ginny. Who I'm definitely guessing is Bonney's mom. TCB Scans had a t/n that her song matches the cadence of Winnie the Pooh's iconic theme song. Which is...amazing. All this stuff about Bonney & Kuma is definitely hitting a degree harder so soon after losing my own father, and that's a fun tie. His old coworker I needed to reach out to so that group would know, I always remember her having this awesome Winnie the Pooh collection in her office. Speaking of, have you ever seen the Russian version?

Is Soviet Piglet a capitalist pig? Because those pants are max drip. Rabbit being kinda a loser nerd is also a plus, screw him. While I'm on it, how the hell did a kangaroo get in the mix? Did Christopher Robin's dad have an illegal kangaroo he'd take around to box hill folk at county fairs? What the fuck am I even on about? Well you see...

Nah, just screwing around. Kuma is so good here though. Selflessness, spelling it out directly with Saturn, it's all the stuff we've been on about all Egghead. I love the example of saving 500 and still kicking himself for not being able to do more. But as much as Kuma puts those themes on display...Ginny.

I've seen plenty of people independently talking about how Rocks had a very similar vibe to the Straw Hats if they started fracturing and Ginny's straight up playing the type of role I've made the argument is an opening. Yes, Nami's a thief. The rest of it. Wiretapping, masking your movements with decoys, strategic leaks, playing your enemies against each other. Whoever it may be, I do feel like that Quartermaster role is the last one that would really make sense. Where she truly shines, and where this gets weird,

But there's another element too. Telling the story of who slipped away amidst the chaos of a big, historical happening cloaked in mystery. How Ginny didn't need a huge, defining moment to quietly choose to stay with Kuma instead of big bro Iva. I'm really curious where the rest of this goes. I'm sure it's going to be absolutely depressing after ending on such a happy note.

[heartz4shauna]

it’s friiday ginny happy fridayy,, ☺️🦭 welcome to fridayyy

fat bitch friday. life is worth living when you’re riding chubby women amen

[woolyboo]

ladies amd gentlemen may i present to you , , my tiny ginny eating a tiny apple🍎

[brightlybound]

The Virgin King, just because the title made me chuckle.

And if you don’t mind me being a little selfish by asking for a second one: IEU Nanny AU

Thank you!

It's a pretty good, eye-catching title, right? Lol. Here's some more:

He turned to Hermione and said, “How do regular people date?”

“You’re asking the wrong girl,” she replied wryly.

“But you’re… regular.”

“‘Common,’” supplied Hermione, raising her eyebrows. "Well spotted, thanks."

“You know what I mean.”

Regarding the Nanny AU, I haven't opened the doc in so long I forgot what I'd named it. 😅 It's called More Important Things, and in it, Harry's trained up by Dumbledore instead of attending Hogwarts and therefore has never met anyone beyond professors and the older Weasleys (Arthur and Molly, Bill, maybe Fred and George). Andromeda dies after the war from grief, and Harry is left to take care of Teddy. Spoiler Alert: he needs HELP, and it arrives in the form of Ginny.

“What does he call you?” Ginny said, eyes flickering over to him, then back to Teddy. She reached out, walked her fingers up Teddy’s chubby arm.

Teddy let out a reluctant giggle.

“Just Harry,” he said.

Ginny laughed. “That’s right. Just Harry. What do you think, Teddy? Should we give Just Harry a little break?”

She walked her fingers up Teddy’s arm again, tickled the roll of his neck. He let out a snort of laughter and tucked his chin into his chest. She then proceeded to pluck him right out of Harry’s arms and settle the boy on her hip. There was no protest- no scream or cry or whine- and Harry felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

[ginevrapng]

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎)

pairing: george weasley x reader, ron weasley x reader

word count: 4.0k words

content warnings: swearing, british idioms and phrases and slang words, chubby coded! reader, reader not specified what house they were in but at one point they had came into the gryffindor common room(not under normal circumstances like to hangout or sleep), no use of y/n but george sometimes calls the reader shortcake (explained in the last part), mentions of violence after a canon quidditch match,

a/n: this chapter has a lot of talking about the past as i wanted to dig deeper into george and the reader's relationship so far, the next chapter will be completely in current time. this chapter still has ron content (i can't get enough of how i've written ron's dynamic with the reader)

summary: you're an honorary member of the weasley family and have been for years, you're one of ron's best friends and are very close. everyone thinks and teases you both that you're dating or have feelings for each other. this muddles up things as george feels guilty about his own feelings.

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the next morning, when you wake up, you see ginny next to you, still asleep, you assume hermione is already up and about. luckily you only drank water near the end of the night so you only ended up tipsy, unlikely you're not a teenager anymore so you still had a small hangover. you miss the days of hogwarts parties when you can drink as much as you want and wake up fine and be able to go to class with no issue. tiptoeing around ginny, trying not to wake her up, you remember what happened at the end of the night and groan, hoping it won't be too awkward today with george.

you successfully leave the room without waking ginny up and decide to see if ron is up or not, doubtful that he is. creeping along to ron's room you step over all the places that creak in the house and softly knock on the door. after no answer you open it a crack to see ron still in bed alone in the room. the logical thing to do would be to let him sleep in, after all he did look after you last night, but it's ron so the only option you deem worthy is to throw yourself over him in bed, knowing your tispy self insisted on cuddles last night.

you mischievously grin and close the door behind you before jumping onto the bed with him and waking him up. ron pulls up his covers in shock making you laugh uncontrollably, "ron you're acting like you're a naked women. is there something you want to tell me?"

he tries to push you off the bed and fails miserably, just causing you to laugh more. he grabs hold of your soft frame and pulls you down to him, making you laugh even louder. "why are you waking me up so bloody early? what did i ever do to you?" he grumbles.

your laughter quiets down as you lay together. "i believe you promised me cuddles ronald."

he holds onto your plush waist tighter, maybe this is ron's punishment towards you, to hold you so tight you break something or just pop. "alright, but shut up. i'm going back to sleep." you're about to argue that it's already late and people are downstairs but harry bursts through the door.

"what's this about then?" harry questions you both.

ron chucks a pillow at him, "shove off, harry." you giggle and move under the covers to get comfier in bed, knowing that ron's going to keep you there for awhile.

"i'll see you two lovebirds later." before ron can tell him to piss off again he slams the door shut, definitely drawing attention.

ron readjusts in bed with you still in his arms. "he's bloody annoying." ron mumbles before he closes his eyes again, resting his head against yours, making you feel safe in his arms with your head on his pillows that smell like him. you weren't initially tired when you came into bed with ron, you just wanted to mess with him but now your eyelids are becoming heavy as you drift off to sleep.

hermione can be absolutely terrifying at times as you're rudely awaken when hermione storms into the room, looking annoyed at you both. however ron seems unbothered by the fact, still sleeping, that is until hermione hovers over the bed and shouts at you both. "get up! both of you! i don't want to believe what harry said he walked in on, if he's telling the truth that's entirely inappropriate but you both look awfully cosy together! everyone is downstairs and has already eaten breakfast." after she see's that you've both waken up she leaves. you dread to think what harry's told everyone but at this point you're use to it. you feel better after your nap, you've found out before that you sleep better with ron next to you and you're no longer hungover either.

reluctantly you head downstairs, much preferring to spend the day in bed. the shouts and laughter that fill the living room fade when everyone see's you both and the onslaught of teasing happens. the comments include fred interrogating you about your, in his words, 'precarious position' due to the fact that anyone could have walked in. harry's saying he regrets walking in, and adding that you looked rather comfortable with all your limbs wrapped around each other.

"how do you even sleep next to him? he snores so loud." harry looked at you quizzically, genuinely confused.

you simply reply, "tune him out."

"oi! you snore louder than me."

"lies," you throw your hands at him in mock offence.

"ron's right shortcake." george tells you from the sofa after staying silent for most of the previous teasing.

"how 'd you know?" slightly worried that you snore so loud everyone knows and will make fun of you for it forever.

george grins at you, you've fallen right into his trap. "i can hear you through the walls."

with an amused smile you make your way over to where he's sitting and flick him on the forehead. "hush you." george's heart skips a beat when he sees the smile you direct at him. as you sit down next to george his cheeks warm up and he tries to hide his smile that appeared on his face because you sat next to him, out of everyone you choose him.

george looks over to ron to see his reaction, half of him wanting to make sure ron's okay with the fact you're sitting next to him but the other half, the half that he's more ashamed of, wants to see if ron's noticed, almost as if he wants to see that ron's bothered by it, to rub it in is face and make him jealous. to show him that you've chosen to sit next to him instead of ron or any of the others. so when he does look over at ron and see's him stealing food from the remains of hermione's breakfast, not even glancing at them, he felt a little conflicted.

"what's up george?" you follow his gaze to where ron is, "is he stealing your food again?"

george smirks at you and ruffles your hair, shaking his head. "nope, just seeing what ronniekins' doing." pouting, you tell him to stop messing up your hair while he chuckles and joins the conversation harry and ginny were having. you deflate as you watch him turn his attention onto someone else so flippantly.

the conversation they're having is supposed to be interesting but it's not to you, no matter how hard you try to get into quidditch you just can't. you're not as bad as hermione is with flying and would love the idea of riding on any magical creatures like dragons or hippogriffs but you worry that a broom will break.

george has reassured you plenty of times that there's no way it'll break but at the end of the day it's a stick and sticks break. you love watching them play, even if you worry that they'll get hurt, and you know the basic rules about the game but conversations about quidditch that don't include your friends you tune out. you'd be listening earnestly to the conversation if it was something about harry or ginny but them talking about the chudley cannons doesn't interest you much.

when ron made the team in your fifth year you were ecstatic, more excited than he was. you knew how badly he wanted to be on the team and you were thrilled, yet you always reminded him to be careful before games and even when training, you wouldn't be surprised if he found your nagging highly annoying.

you'll be able to focus on quidditch conversations if they speak with a lot of passion but right now they're not, you've just woken up and it sounds dull. maybe the conversation will change soon, or maybe molly will come in and interrupt, saving you from listening, and tell everyone they have a job to do or how she's going into town and she's going to ask if anyone wants to come, or maybe ron will start arguing with everyone about how great the chudley cannons are. when your friends passionately talk about something you listen but it's a boring monotonous conversation currently. you love hearing your friends talk passionately about their lives and their interests it's how you're so good at giving everyone presents.

like when harry animatedly told you all about his first christmas at hogwarts, about how he received the invisibility cloak and all the contents in his wizarding cracker. one of those things including a wizard's chess set that was later unfortunately broken and couldn't, at the time, be repaired. so that christmas you brought him a wizard's chess set of his own as he had been using ron's up until that point.

for hermione's birthday one year you gave her a first edition copy of hogwarts: a history. it's always been her favourite book since the first year of hogwarts and she often rereads it. throughout your school years together she retold information to you even when it had very little relevance. you knew how much she loved that book and had been trying to find someone with a signed copy that will sell it to you. after bathilda bagshot died you looked everywhere trying to find any signed copy. you were tempted at the time to ask someone else to sign it, someone that she looks up to like mcgonagall but that was a fleeting thought as you didn't think that idea made much sense. so your plan was to keep on the look out for any copies.

you stumbled on something better one day though while browsing an old bookshop in knockturn alley. you occasionally go there for things you need and you dread to think what would happen if ron found out, even worse molly, they'd insist it's too dangerous and never let you go again, especially on your own.

when flourish and blott's don't have the book you need you know where to go, even if sometimes you have to grab your wand a little tighter to feel safe or that if anyone saw you there they'd be asking serious questions and questioning you on dark magic. however, it's a good thing you do visit having found the first edition copy you had gifted her. you would've haggled the price down a bit after knowing the shopkeeper for so long but the situation was too good even if it was pricey, it's not everyday you come across a first edition copy of such a well known book.

you were probably most proud of the gift you got for george one year. when the whole situation of malfoy insulting the twins cleansweep brooms escalated to insulting the whole weasley family and harry's parents came to a head it wrecked everyone involved (excluding malfoy). the twins and harry had their brooms confiscated due to the fight between them and malfoy.

what made him even more mad was the fact that you were there to witness it happen. george thought maybe it would've been better if you were there to hear exactly what malfoy said but all you saw from the crowd was george and harry punching malfoy repeatedly.

he didn't want to scare you and maybe if you heard what came out of malfoy's mouth you'd think what george did was valid. that's what he had thought until you came barging into the gryffindor common room unannounced, looking absolutely furious screaming about what a fucking arse malfoy is. "do you even know what he said?" angelina asked at the time, knowing that word got around of the fight but not knowing if people knew exactly what happened.

"no but i know it was bloody well something to make everybody that angry!" george couldn't help but smile at that, he'd been so tense and frustrated since it's happened but then you come in and make it all better, getting angry on everyone's behalf and you don't even know what happened. that was when george fell more in love with you then he already was and he didn't think that was possible.

the twins later took their brooms back. they were known for breaking into offices, they should've been kept somewhere more secure if they knew anything about the twins reputation. they took back their brooms and left the school in classic weasley twin style. despite getting their brooms back the incident took a hit on george's confidence. malfoy insulted his entire family and he was so enraged about it.

after the twins left the school year early it was incredibly quiet without them but in the summer it was hectic with them causing even more trouble than normal. one of the hotter days you and george spent the day together inside. everyone was outside playing quidditch but george wanted to stay with you, he told you that he was too tired to play but really he just used that as an excuse to be with you. arthur was at work and molly was in the kitchen, hermione was even outside reading near everyone but you and george stayed in and talked all day. he told you everything about the fight with malfoy, he tried to make jokes and make it seem like not a big deal but you could tell otherwise. even though he was grinning the smile didn't reach his eyes, even though he was making jokes they had a hint of insecurity behind them.

you didn't mention it, you didn't want him to feel put on the spot, but you rested your hand on his arm in comfort and sat closer to him. yes it was incredibly hot at the time but neither of you wanted to move away. he spoke about his broom and about how he won the match even with his broom, behind his words you can tell he held some kind of resentment. he's an excellent beater, better than fred and he should be proud to have won that game, malfoy's ruined it by the aftermath and it's tarnished by all the hateful words malfoy said.

the week after you had brought him a broom. afterwards when you left dervish and banges you realised that you only brought one for george and not for fred and started panicking because there was no holiday coming up, you just wanted to give him a new broom, hoping he would like it but then you didn't get one for fred. your feelings for george at that moment overshadowed any logical part of your brain that told you that you should probably think this through and rethink your purchase instead getting two cheaper ones.

after calming down you had a whole speech prepared in your mind to fred about how sorry you were for not getting him one. making excuses like how fred didn't actually punch malfoy, only harry and george did and harry doesn't need a new broom. other excuses you threw out the window thinking they sounded too harsh, george is a better player then you so he needs a better broom or george is more likely to keep playing now after you've left hogwarts then you will because he's better. after those failed excuses in your head you had scolded yourself on the obvious unintentional favouritism, definitely giving yourself away every time you mention how much better george is. you love fred, you do, but george is george.

coming back to the burrow was somewhat of a spectacle, having to deal with both the twins. fred was the first person you saw and the confusion on his face was evident when he saw you holding a broom, something that you'd never do as he knows you don't trust them. he raised his brow in confusion.

"before you start it's not for you freddie. it's for george." there's a pause as you try to sort out your thoughts and fred smirks. "after what happened with malfoy i thought he could use a new broom. i mean- i mean he was the one who got physical with him and i know harry did too but his broom is already new and i can't afford to get him an even more expensive one."

"woah that's quite the excuse." he joked while smirking.

you cross your arms over your chest, "it's not an excuse, it's just the truth."

"yeah, yeah." he spoke, dismissively. "just know i'm never letting this go."

you rolled your eyes as the hairs on your arm stood up, you had a feeling he was telling the truth. "where's george?" having hoped to run away from the conversation as quick as you can so that fred didn't figure out your romantic sentiment towards george.

he directed you upstairs to their room with a shit-eating grin on his face. you had vowed to blow fred away with an amazing present for christmas but after that interaction you had you were thinking otherwise. (in the end you still did get him a very thought out gift that he thoroughly liked.)

you had knocked on the door, waiting patiently for an answer. george tells you to come in, and his eyes widen in surprise momentarily before he quickly schools his expression because this is the first time you've ever entered his room and you just remembered the same thing as you get distracted about why you're here and instead start taking in the room.

glancing around the room you could see boxes everywhere. cardbox boxes that were taped up with the edges bent and marginally destroyed. fred and george were storing so many products it's a surprise they even had room for their beds. there was a smell that lingered in the air, like gunpowder and cosmetic sprays to try and cover up the scent. you were unfazed by the scene, you would have been more in shock if you walked in and it was a 'normal' room. the smell in the air was making you woozy and flushed as you discovered this is why george almost always smells faintly of gunpowder and you started to find it hard to concentrate being so close to it.

"this is a surprise shortcake, what are you doing in my humble abode?" he inquired, in the process snapping you out of your thoughts. he didn't want you to judge him for what his room looked like, he knew you never would though.

"you know humble abode normally refers to a house?"

"deflecting the question." he sits down on the bed.

having hid the broom behind your back since you knocked, "i brought you something." you tried to answer and sound confident but you know that your voice trembled, you're nervous and you're suddenly liking the floor more than making eye contact with george.

"oh really?" he grinned but his stomach was going crazy and flipping about while his heart bursts out of his chest. you got him something, you, for him. his palms were sweaty and he tried to subtly rub his hands against his trousers.

"i know how shit you've been feeling about malfoy so i-" you found it hard to speak, worried about george's reaction. going closer to the bed you struggled to find the words but reach behind yourself and gave him the broom.

"shortcake, i'm... i- is this a broom?" he knew the response.

you bashfully nodded your head, losing the ability to talk with a dry throat and gently sat on the bed with george but put some distance between the two of you.

you start rambling, "it's um, a- a comet 290. i don't know a lot about quidditch, which you know, but this one looked fancy and it was one of the newer ones that i could afford. i probably should of asked someone's opinion before buying but i hope this one is okay."

"i love it," george whispers, you had never heard him speak so softly to you. sometimes he'll talk gently to you but never like this, never sounding so genuine.

george is so hopelessly and helplessly in love and he was holding on to a very thin thread trying to control himself to stay away from you because all he wanted to do is press his lips against yours, kissing you until you're both gasping for air. your lips always look so soft, he wondered what they'd feel like against his. he wanted to beg you to give him a chance, he'll make you feel beautiful, that you'd be perfect together. the comet 290 is the best gift anyone had ever given him and he's treasured it for years.

currently after that terribly long conversation about quidditch you wish someone could save you from, you decide to save yourself and go find molly. george noticed you leave but assumed you'd be back. you find her in the scullery, washing clothes.

"is there any jobs you need me to do molly?"

"no dear, you sit down and relax."

you're so close to begging and telling her that you just want to get out of listening about quidditch.

"i'll do anything molly. please let me, i woke up so late this morning and couldn't help you tidy up."

she stays silent for a second and then turns to you, "the garden does need de-gnoming at some point."

"yes!" you respond more enthusiastic then considered appropriate before correcting yourself, "yes, molly. i'll get right on it."

"get help from some of the others dear, i don't want you doing it on your own."

[dhr-ao3]

Home To Another One

Home To Another One https://ift.tt/DIecRwm by Smokeshow_8 Non magic au- Hermione is excited to return to Hogwarts boarding school for year seven. For the first time in her life she feels confident in her friend group and isn’t terrified of the looming new year. That is until headmistress McGonagall announces that this year students from different houses will be rooming together in an effort to make connections at Hogwarts more diverse and inclusive. Dealing with her new roommates is difficult enough but when a certain blond haired Slytherin starts to take interest her year is gearing up to be more challenging than she thought. ***** In which Hermione is shy and uncomfortable in her own skin and Draco is arrogant, infatuated and thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Words: 3306, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Possessive Draco Malfoy, Good Draco Malfoy, Shy Hermione Granger, Chubby Hermione Granger, Eating Disorders, Bullying, Self-Esteem Issues, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Angst, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Tall Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Hermione Granger, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Hermione granger has low self esteem, self deprecating thoughts, Body Dysphoria, Protective Draco Malfoy, Arrogant Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/CNcbtuP September 29, 2023 at 01:43AM

[bubblegumvolcano]

hii, can i get a 🧁 for barbie, hp, and marvel?? lookswise, im pretty small, about 5’1. im curvy/round, but not really chubby, more like babyfaced ig?? long brown wavy hair, button nose and dark blue eyes. i like to think i’m pretty but that’s defo up for debate 😭 personality wise, i’m the type that’s quiet and shy when meeting people for the first time, but once comfy with them (usually doesn’t take long) am loud and funny and sometimes kind of obnoxious 💀 i have a very ‘moody teenager’ personality (bc i am one 😭) but have a soft side which usually comes out around little kids and animals, or when i see anyone upset. i love old movies/music and i’m obsessed with like vintage/old money/old hollywood culture, and when i’m older i wanna live in a big city like paris or new york. gryffindor for lifersss ‼️‼️

ofc! here u go;

(🧁) I ship you with...

*harry potter* Ginny Weasley! She'd love what u define as your "moody teenager personality." Because so is she. But together, she'd do a 360 and be the opposite, just loud and fun in general. I can see you guys watching old movies in the common room (i dont know how, but trust) or at her house. She'd love when she can get to see your soft side. it's what she lives for, fr

*marvel* Bruce! Smitten. He is literally so smitten for you and ugh i love it. Like you'd be lowkey serious-faced around the other avengers and then go to where he is and it's just *chefs kiss.* He'd definitely notice but wouldn't say anything, but he thinks it's the best. I can see him as someone who enjoys old music so you'd def bond over that!

*barbie* SL!Ken! As always, in this case you'd be a Barbie so obviously he's immediately obsessed. He'd love that you're shy at first, as he'd never really known a Barbie could be that. Then of course, when you get comfortable, he loves that even more. He'd love to get you random pets so he can see you interacting with them. (The backyard goes crazy.)

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[literaturewithliz]

Heya! May I request a romantic male Harry Potter (Golden Trio era), Narnia, and Maze Runner matchup? Thank you so much ❤️

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Transmasc (AFAB) Genderfluid, Biromantic and Pansexual; He/They

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 21 years old, 5'1.5", Southeast Asian (Filipino). Chubby with messy shoulder length brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. Feminine Tomboy or Soft Vintage (like Malia Tate's style from Teen Wolf) but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Libra-Scorpio cusp, Slytherin with patronous spirit of Hummingbird, INFJ, my enneagram is 4w5 and Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward/anxious nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh/snort for stupid reasons), nerdy, also sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), unbothered to be myself, stubborn, young-at-heart, clumsy unfortunate and inattentive. Would don't give af towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times which I sound like a drama queen, and a perfectionist that provokes even more, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦/𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, eating, random conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, biography about saints, cute minimalistic things, reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: Stereotyping, obligation (without a logical reason), getting excluded, being interrupted, invalidating my feelings, judgemental people, telenovelas, hypocrites, dirty bathrooms, blackout, lightning, firecrackers, toads, snakes, cockroaches, toxic masculinity, misogyny, fake woke individuals, colonial mentality, and absurdly girly things

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (2000s, rock, kpop, and EDM), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, cooking, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

Thanks so much for the request! Also, thank you for being so descriptive! Really helped me narrow matches down quicker.

Maze Runner

I match you with Minho!

I think you two have so much in common. Both with a fiery and passionate nature. Your sometimes hyper and joking attitude goes with his really well. However, y'all also have differences. You're aloof and nerdy, whereas he's always aware and grounded. I think he loves your nerdyness though. As for hobbies, Minho's only hobby, if you could even call it that, is running. However, he loves that your so interested in loads of stuff. I think he would adore hearing you sing. He'd tease you about it, but he knows he loves it.

Harry Potter

I match you with Ginny Weasley!

Y’all give off power couple vibes. Hardcore. The firey attitude you both share compliments each other really well. Y’all are both confident and talkative people, so y’all are the life of every party. I think Ginny wouldn’t mind at all that your a “drama queen”. She’s really physically affectionate, I think, and so she’s perfectly fine to cuddle you while you cry. On the other hand, she’s extremely independent, so she can definitely understand when you want to be alone. You say your a perfectionist, and I think Gin could really help you not stress yourself out. Like, unless she’s doing something that gets her excited, or she’s mad, she’s so chill. She could definitely help you remember that we’re literally on a rock in space and nothing matters.

Narnia

I ship you with Peter Pevensie.

I think Peter loves your attitude. And your dedication is really admirable to him. You said that you want a partner who sees you as equal, and that describes Peter perfectly. Y'alls relationship is built upon trust and respect. I feel like y'all are 50% taking on the world, and 50% cuddling and being cute.

Thanks for the request! Also, you seem so cool like can we be friends?