#cormac mclaggen is a bitch
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shakespearean-simp · 5 months ago
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mattheo listening to f!reader as she tries to stop him from beating up mclaggen for catcalling/staring at her
"love, he looked at you."
"i know matty, but it's fine. i don't want you to get into more fights..."
*not listening*
"but you're mine...and he looked at you. "
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mallowsweetmiri · 4 months ago
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Truth, Dare, or Punishment ~ Fred Weasley
summary: you bitches asked for dom!Fred and you shall receive. a game of truth or dare in the common room goes south when Mclaggen dares you to kiss him
warnings: possessive dom!Fred, smut, cursing
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The night had been going splendid so far. Everyone was way too excited after the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrong to go to sleep, and the older Gryffindors decided to get shitfaced as the perfect solution to their restlessness. After all, there was no quidditch this year to justify throwing common room parties, so you guys had to get creative. The new year brought new witches and wizards to corrupt, and so the twins finally let their baby brother Ron and his year join the fun. It been going well, granted Hermione was drunk off her ass, but Harry had been watching over her well enough. You were also past the point of drunk, and you assumed by their faces that the rest of the group were on their way there. At this point in the night, those who were still awake were circled up playing a filthy game of truth or dare. Angelina had gone to do seven minutes in heaven with George, Neville had eaten a puking pastille, and Ron had madeout with Lavender Brown in a disturbing manner. It was time to spin the bottle again to see who would ask the next question. Hermione giggle and leaned into the circle to spin the bottle. Everyone look around with nervous smiles as it spun around and around, before landing on Cormac McLaggen. You cringed. This was possibly the worst person it could've stopped on. Your body had a visceral reaction when your name left his lips.
"Y/N," he smiled drukenly, "Truth or dare?" You rolled your eyes. Oh, great.
"Truth," you said, grabbing your drink and taking a swig. You were going to need it.
"Who did you lose your virginity to?"
You choked on your drink as the rest of the group murmured at the question, Hermione's jaw dropping before a stream of shocked laughs escaped her. You felt Fred tense up beside you. Your mind raced with the memories of this summer at the Burrow.
"Just like that, Y/N. You're doing so good," Fred praised as he thrusted into you, kissing the crook of your neck while he fucked you. He'd been teaching you how kiss, as a friend of course. He had to help out his dear friend Y/N when she confessed how embarrassed she was that she had never kissed anyone. Never done anything with anyone. From there it had escalated. First, you wanted to know learn to give a blowjob, but soon enough Fred thought it'd be best if you knew what these things felt like too. After a while, you both realized you were terribly obsessed with each other, and one night you decided to let him be the one to take your virginity. He was big, and you were nervous, but he was so sweet about it. Even at the beginning when you thought it wouldn't be able to fit, he was reassuring and gentle with you. But that was at the start, and by now he was fully fucking you on your back, your pussy starting the soften around his cock as pleasure began to ripple through your body. You both came together in a heap of sweat and kisses.
"Y/N," McLaggen sung, waiting for your response.
"I'm not answering that," you coughed, still choking on your drink. The group has set up measure to tell if someone was lying, so you couldn't fake still being a virgin. You supposed the question wasn't that out of pocket, but you couldn't answer it. Nobody knew about you and Fred besides George, and you both wanted to keep it that way. Especially from your families.
"Well then, you know the rules," McLaggen tsked teasingly, "you forfeit to dare."
"What? No, I-"
"Those are the rules Y/N," Hermione cringed, unable to stop herself. McLaggen smirked.
"I dare you to kiss me."
You felt nauseous. McLaggen was disgusting, and the last person you'd ever want to kiss. Unfortunately, you'd brought this onto yourself. You should've known he would dare someone to kiss himself. What a weirdo. The circle groaned and laughed in disgust as McLaggen puckered his lips. You cringed and shifted your weight to lean across the circle. Just as you were about to shuffle over to him, Fred grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You looked back at him and saw anything but a smile on his usually cheerful face. He spun the bottle and landed it on himself in a hasty motion, still holding onto your wrist tightly.
"McLaggen, I dare you to stop wearing your fucking Ballycastle Bats tighty whities to every single quidditch practice," Fred sneered before yanking you up with him and pulling you towards his dorm. You heard the group go crazy with laughter behind you and hoped it would cover for the fact that Fred just pulled you away from the party. Hopefully George could cover for you two, he should be done with seven minutes by now. Fred dragged you up the stairs without so much as a look in your direction. Once you reach his dorm, he threw open the door. What was happening?
"Fred-" he smashed his lips into yours and shut the door with your body. You gasped as your back hit to wooden surface, Fred pulling your skirt up while his hand gripped your thigh. He used your lifted leg as leverage to grind down into your hips as he pressed you against the door. Your pussy pulsed when you felt him against you, his hands gripping in all the right places. Wait a minute. When did he start kissing you again?
"Fred," you said quickly, pulling away from his mouth. He tried to kiss you again. "Fred, we just left the party. You just dragged me up here when I was supposed to kiss-"
"Don't even say his name," Fred growled, his breathing heavy and hot as he kept his face inches from yours.
"I'm sorry," you whispered out, unable to speak properly. You'd never seen Fred mad before.
"I'm sorry I dragged you," he softened, ducking his head down to kiss your neck, "but I wasn't going to let somebody else kiss you." With that, he began to attack your neck. His left hand came up to grip the back of your head as his tongue and teeth lapped at your sweet spot. You let out whimpered moans as he worked, his fingers gripping you just right. Rougher than usual.
"Freddie," you moaned, grinding yourself onto his leg. You needed more. This man had hooked, and you'd never been so addicted in your life. He picked you up under your legs and carried you to the bed before placing you down on your back. He stood over you, leaving you panting on the bed as he took off his shirt and undid his belt. His eyes were locked on yours. You wanted to look away but you couldn't, his gaze wouldn't let you. When he finished, he rushed towards you again, kissing you deeply as his hand flipped your skirt up. His tongued rammed itself into your mouth, stifling your moans when his fingers grazed over your clit. You blushed as his fingers masterfully moved your panties aside and dipped into your core. Fred laughed into the kiss as he felt you.
"Already so wet for me," he breathed huskily, "are you ready to take me?" His words had you aching. You nodded up at him bashfully. You wanted him so badly. You had turned into such a slut for his cock. "Good girl." He sat up and flipped you over, pulling your panties down as he took off his own pants. He didn't bother to take off your skirt as he pulled you back onto him. You let out a guttural moan as you felt his length stretching you out.
"Fuck, Freddie," you whined as he gripped your hips and began to thrust into you. He was going to leave bruises for tomorrow, but you didn't care.
"You're taking it so good, Y/N" Fred groaned, smacking your ass, "you like getting fucked by me? Huh?" He picked up his pace, pounding into you hard. Your moans were bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts as he waited for your reply.
"Y-yes, Freddie. I love when you fuck me," you whined, feeling you pussy begin to clench around him. His dick twitched at the feeling and groaned. In one motion, he pulled out and spun you onto your back, pulling your shirt up over your tits and pinning your wrists above your head.
"God, you look so fucking pretty. Can't see your beautiful face while I'm behind you," Fred grunted as he thrust back into you. You moaned and threw you head back. You writhed underneath Fred, his hand constraining your wrists. You desperately needed to grasps something. You were reaching the edge.
"Freddie," you cried, unable to say anything except his name. Your eyes clenched shut as you felt your stomach knot up one final time.
"That's it, baby. Come for me." You could feel his eyes on you as you released yourself around his throbbing cock. As the waves of pleasure began to slow, Fred grunted and became sloppy. He released your hands and buried his face into your neck as he came, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you. He laid there for a moment before pushing himself off you and pulling you onto his chest. You couldn't help but giggle a little as he kissed your head and rubbed your shoulder.
"You are so jealous," you teased, looking up to see Fred. He laughed with a sleepy half smiled.
"I'm not jealous," he retorted, pinching your cheek. "I'm just protecting whats mine."
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tiredofthehumanlife · 8 months ago
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Fuck your boyfriend, he’s a bitch.
Barbie dolls: Mattheo riddle x you
Word count: 3k-ish
Summary: your boyfriend Cormac is a piece of shit and Mattheo is tired of him totally most definitely not inspired by this sound
Warnings: Theo is called a spaghetti whore?, Cormac sucks, reader gets called a bitch, you’re friends with Pansy and she knows a lot of girls, Mattheo mentions sex, Cheating on Cormac’s side and then kinda cheating with reader bc theyre like flirtyish with Mattheo but its fineeeeeee, honestly Cormac’s kinda abusive, it gets kinda extra fanficy at the end but just consider it camp, reader punches Cormac :0, i think that’s it tbh
Your relationship with Cormac McLaggen had started as any relationship in Hogwarts did, a trip to Hogsmeade. You thought he was cute and he seemed sweet enough. So you continued to date him, much to your friends dismay. Draco complained about McLaggen's house. Blaise pointed out his habit of making obscene sexual comments to just about every girl who would breathe near him. Theo explained the time that he ran into McLaggen and Cormac called him a "spaghetti whore." Theo had a few choice words about Cormac, getting so heated he slipped entirely into Italian. You only picked up on a few words you remembered him teaching you in third year, none of which you would translate out loud. Pansy mentioned how he "sucked ass" at Quidditch. Lorenzo told you the filthiest rumors you've ever heard and truly wondered where he heard them. You were a little upset that all your friends disapproved of your new boyfriend. Mattheo had stayed silent the second Cormac's name slipped off your tongue. You turned to him, staring at him. Mattheo clicked his tongue. You didn't need him to say anything, rolling your eyes. You stood up, leaving the Slytherin common room all together.
After that your relationship was a touchy subject in your friend group. Often you'd all just ignore it entirely. When Cormac would interrupt, which was more frequent than you liked, everyone would fall silent and glare at him as he tugged you out of your seat. Though sometimes they would bring it up with you, every one of them always had some bad words to say about your boyfriend. Everyone, except Mattheo. He never spoke about it. Though that didn't mean Mattheo's point wasn't known. Often if Cormac's face was shown or even mentioned, all of a sudden Mattheo went silent. He was clenching his jaw, rolling his eyes, and clicking his tongue every two minutes. If he wasn't showing his hatred physically, Lorenzo or Theo would be reporting back to you. Theo always told you all the distasteful names Mattheo called Cormac. Lorenzo always told you the different ways Mattheo planned on torturing your boyfriend. No matter what he told the boys, Mattheo never said anything to you.
Until now.
You had planned on spending the weekend with your friends, whether that meant a sleepover, almost sacrificing Draco, or teaching Theo how to play charades. You thought it would be fine by Cormac because he never asked you out or made plans with you. You had a spectacular time with them. Just one hour with your friends and you were already feeling the stresses of your school week wash away. All of you laying in the courtyard grass as Draco ranted about his god awful experiences this week. Theo popping in his opinion every few minutes but the group was still filled with laughs and giggles. You were sat at the bottom of the tree you were all scattered around. It was peaceful and happy until you heard someone stopping towards you, the shuffling of a bulky Quidditch uniform. You peered around the tree to see Cormac storming towards you. Your friends noticed your sudden stiffness, looking to the source of the noise. You heard most of them groan.
"Not this bitch again." Blaise muttered.
"Stronzo" Theo whispered under his breath.
"I have got to get my father to hire an assassin." You rolled your eyes at Draco. You heard the muttering of Cormac approaching closer to you. He finally reached you, tapping you roughly on your shoulder. You looked up at him and smiled.
"Why hello, lovely boyfriend. Whatever can I do for you?" You wished your friends had chuckled or laughed but they all winced.
"Save it." Cormac grunted, pulling you up by your forearm. You quickly grabbed the strap to your bag, hauling it over your shoulder. Cormac noticed his glaring crowd of Slytherins. He leaned into your ear before angrily whispering to you.
"What happened to watching your Lovely boyfriend at Quidditch practice? Hm? 'Stead of watching me you're over here dicking around with your freak friends."
"Don't call them freaks."
"Shut up, do not interrupt me when I'm talking. You know my family has a saying? If a bitch doesn't know their place, beat them into it-" Cormac's grip on your arm tightened. You glanced down at his knuckles whitening.
"That's enough out of you Cormac." You looked up at Mattheo. This was truly the first time he said something disapproving of Cormac in front of you. Cormac rolled his eyes, tugging on your arm for you to follow him.
"Release their arm, you incomplete little dickhead." Pansy said, standing up next to Mattheo. You glanced around as all of your friends began to stand up. You suddenly felt like you were watching a children's movie and they were all going to break into song and dance. You wrenched your arm out of Cormac's grasp, stomping off to the Quidditch pitch. Cormac chasing after you and chiding you. You watched Cormac's practice, you cheered, and you ignored your friends for two days straight.
When you did return to them they didn't mention your boyfriend but they kept reminding you of how they supported you. Draco told you he'd hire a very good assassin for you if you gave him the word. No one mentioned Cormac's name but all of a sudden your friends were mentioning their deadliness. You told them you could handle yourself. You didn't need your friends to fight your battles. Sure Cormac said some odd things but it had been a particularly bad day for him. He treated you greatly but he just had a rough time and mishandled it that day. Pansy told you on your next birthday she was gifting you with Cormac's skull. Through all of their planned homicides, Mattheo stayed quiet.
At first you appreciated his silence because at least he wasn't telling you how he'd brutally murder your boyfriend. Now you were annoyed. You used to talk to him all the time, spending all your free time with him. Now Mattheo couldn't even look you in your eye when Cormac was mentioned. With more of Cormac’s appearances, the less Mattheo talked to you. Not only was he neglecting your friendship now he was neglecting to speak to you. You were starting to wish he'd tell you all the ways he'd decapatate Cormac just so he'd talk to you. So you hung out with your friends less. Their constant gorey talk and Mattheo's silence just made it difficult for you to sit through a conversation with them.
It'd been weeks since you last talked to them. You missed them but you had a feeling if you returned they'd make a stink about it. You saw them in the halls while Comarc walked you to wherever he wanted. Mattheo always grimaced at Cormac's hand on the back of your neck, dodging your eyes. Cormac seemed to trip suddenly when Pansy reached into her pocket. So you avoided them like the plague.
Weeks later, You placed your books back where you found them, humming to yourself. You had spent the whole day in the library. You sat in the window nook. Your stacks of read books growing taller around you. You didn't fully finish most of them but you skimmed them and that was enough for you. It felt nice to be alone and peaceful. No Cormac. No Mattheo. No drama. No Quidditch practice. No "oh come watch me arm wrestle Fred Weasley I'm going to beat him." And then lose nonsense. Just you, a peaceful room, and a good couple hundred of books.
"Hey baby, come here often?" And in comes Mattheo. You glanced behind yourself. He was leaning against a bookshelf, looking through the titles of your books.
"Oooh sorry handsome, I have a boyfriend. Awe." He smiled at you, happy to have you joking back with him. Mattheo rolled his eyes at you, remembering that you mentioned Cormac.
"Fuck your boyfriend. He's a bitch. You can do better." You sighed picking up more off your floating stack of books. You did not respond. Mattheo followed after you, taking a few books off the top himself.
"You know how at store if you buy something you can return it and swap it out for a new one? You can do that with your funk ass boyfriend too."
"Mm hm yeah, whatever you say Matty." You flicked your wand. Your books flying off the stack back towards their home. Mattheo held his stack out towards you. You snatched the books out of his hands, sending them back to their original spot.
"Come on, baby. We miss you. Not your skank ass boyfriend but that's besides the point. Come on are you really going to cut your friends out because your boyfriend is all "be my slave, suck my dick, make me dinner my tummy's rumbling"?" Mattheo stuck his arms out and wobbled like a zombie as he mocked Cormac. You deadpanned at him.
"Yes. That is exactly how my partner treats me." You said laced with severe sarcasm. Mattheo pointed at you.
"See. I'm glad you've realized that. But seriously, there's no way he treats you well. His middle name is Cornelius." You glared at Mattheo as you finished putting back your last book. You stifled your laugh and schooled your features. Mattheo caught it though, his grin growing.
"I mean does he even listen to the Smiths thinking of you?"
"Which one? Girlfriend in a Coma?" Mattheo’s face fell as he glared at you. Not the same one he sent to Cormac, this one was softer around the edges.
"Ha. Ha. Baby, come on. Does he even fantasize about your future together? Does he even get sick to his stomach thinking of how much he cares for you? Does he ever just look at you? To watch how pretty you are? Or does he just look at you when you can give him something?" You thought for a moment. You started to realize how little Cormac actually did for you. You covered up your concerns with a bright smile.
"Don't you have friends? Or do you only bother poor defenseless people in the library?" Mattheo rolled his eyes. He leaned against the table behind him.
"Mm hm. Listen baby, you can call me if you need anything. To beat up your-"
"Just say boyfriend"
"Punk ass boyfriend, if you feel lonely, if you need to get rid of a body, if McLaggen can't figure out how to make you cum and you need a very enthusiastic dildo, if you want arsenic to kill McLaggen, whatever I'm here for you." Mattheo gently grabbed your wrist and tugged you closer to him. He rubbed your back as he stared up at you with puppy eyes.
“If he hears you talking like that I think he’ll have your head.” You whispered to him. Mattheo shrugged. You intertwined your fingers behind Mattheo’s head. His fingers gently tracing shapes on your back. Cormac was never gentle. He always tapped you a little too hard, pulled you roughly, yanked on your clothes until you heard stitches pop. Mattheo would take his time with you while Cormac would always try to get something out of you the fastest. He always felt like he was racing against his own personal best to see how fast he could ruin your day. Mattheo tilted his head gaining your attention again.
“Could not care less about that little-“ you pressed your finger to his lips. Mattheo closed his mouth.
“I have to go.”
“To him?” You rolled your eyes at Mattheo.
“Yes I have to go, I have a date with my boyfriend.” Mattheo nodded. Just as you were about to pass him entirely, he reached out and caught your wrist.
“If he says anything to you, I mean anything. Friendly reminder; I keep my wand with me and I’m fully ready to Avada McLaggen.” It felt strange with him saying such terrible things while staring at you with such warm eyes.
“I love it when you talk dirty.” You whispered. Mattheo groaned and released your hand. He stood up from his seat on the table and disappeared behind the bookshelves. You smiled as you left to Library off to your date.
You truly tried to ignore Mattheo’s words. It’s like when you walk into someone’s home and all you smell is dog but they can’t smell anything. You become so accustomed to the smell you don’t even recognize it. Well Cormac’s shameful behavior was the dog smell and Mattheo was pointing it out. All of a sudden you started noticing things. You saw how anytime you decided to do something on your own he’d get upset. Asking if you were going to go see your “freaky Slytherin friends”. He never looked at you unless he was thinking about undressing you. You always felt cold under his eyes like you were vulnerable. Mattheo was right, McLaggen sucked. So you decided that was it. Only problem was figuring out how to end it.
You sent Pansy a long winded letter, apologizing to her and the boys, begging, crying, and plotting your breakup. You watched her as she stared at the letter on her plate from Cormac’s side. Cormac was squeezing your shoulder, always a little too hard. As Pansy started reading while pushing the nosey boys away, a smile grew. When she finished the letter she glanced over at you. Pansy grinned at you as hid your smile with McLaggen’s cloak. Pansy denied showing the boys her private letter, stuffing it into her pocket. She met you where you told her to in your letter and you both spent the night plotting. Pansy knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, who knew a girl, and that girl knew McLaggen. According to Pansy’s informants McLaggen has a crush on some Ravenclaw. Luckily Pansy also knew this girl. Pansy seemed to know a lot of girls. Pansy talked to this Ravenclaw and this Ravenclaw happened to be what Pansy would call a “girls girl.”
Here’s the plan: Ravenclaw Girl will wear her best dress. You will convince Cormac to go to this party. You’ll ask him to go get you a drink. At the drink station, Ravenclaw Girl will flirt with Cormac. He’s utter garbage so of course he’ll reciprocate. Ravenclaw Girl will ask him to follow her up to her room. You’ll wait a couple minutes and all of a sudden oh no where ever has your boyfriend gone best go look for him and now you’ve walked in on your unfaithful lover. Stage a scene in front of everyone, he probably calls you a couple bad names, you breakup and you’re back in business. You’ll be back with your freaky slytherin friends, flirting with Mattheo as friends of course, and calling Cormac every atrocious name in the book.
So the night of the party you dress in the best outfit you knew Cormac wouldn’t fuss about. It was going to be a great terrible night. You hadn’t felt this much excitement since before your god awful relationship started. Cormac complained about the stairs as you both made your way to the party. The music was too loud, the lights were too bright, the people stank too much, but nothing could bring you down. You were beaming even though you spent the first hour sitting on a blue velvet couch tucked under Cormac’s arm. Finally, you pointed out to Cormac you were a little thirsty. He groaned and stood up, moving to the drinks. You watched him from across the room. A beautiful girl with braids that turned blue at the ends approached him.
You understood Cormac’s attraction, she was stunning. Her hair reached just past the small of her back. She had dramatic, sweeping, bright blue winged eyeliner and a blue dress that swayed with her movements. It stopped at her mid thigh, trimmed with black lace. You would cheat on Cormac with her any day. You smothered your grin as you saw her gently tug him up the stairs of the girls dormitroys.
You waited a few minutes. You caught Pansy’s eyes across the room. She gave you a sinful grin and mimicked it. You looked around you. “Searching” for your faithful boyfriend.
“Oh boyfriend, where have you gone? Boyfriend where ever did you go? Oh no I can’t seem to find my lovely boyfriend, Cormac. Best go check the dorms.” You whispered to yourself. You stood and slowly made your way upstairs. You wanted to give Cormac plenty of time to get comfortable with Ravenclaw Girl. You flung open the door Ravenclaw Girl had marked with her necklace around the handle. Cormac had his tongue down her throat his hands squeezing her thighs. You gasped loudly.
“Oh. My. God.” The girl pulled back and gasped just as you did. She covered her mouth with her hands. Cormac spun around and his face fell when he looked at you. He tried to explain this away but all his excuses sounded like an extravagant way to say I tripped and fell I didn’t mean to. You let him have it. You screamed at him. You pulled out the waterworks. You stormed away from him. He followed you still trying to explain this whole situation away. The girl followed after him wanting to see this up close and personal. You spun around when you reached the middle of the stairs, visible to everyone. You called him every name in the book.
“You lying, cheating, filthy, disgusting, revolting, bastard.” You raised an octave with each insult. You saw the people around you turn to look out of the corner of your eye. Cormac tried to get a word in but you cut him off . You spilled everything how he had you working, spending all your time taking care of him and he couldn’t even have the decency to be faithful. Pansy joined you at your side, rubbing your back and glaring at Cormac. You kept yelling and scolding halfway through you noticed most of the crowd had gathered around. You kept shouting and when you finally let everything out you stared at Cormac as you caught your breath. He opened his mouth the second you closed yours. Cormac called you every degrading name he could think of. It didn’t bother you, he said them all before. Then he said it, he crossed the line.
“You hate yourself so much instead of being with a high value male like myself you’d rather fuck the disgusting freak that is Voldemort’s child” You felt your blood boil. You were going to kill Cormac McLaggen. Just not today, maybe tomorrow. You swung and hit him in the nose. Cormac’s head shot back as he quickly gripped his nose. The crowd oooed. Pansy gasped and let out an excited squeal. You heard your friends cheering.
“That’s my fucking girl.” You rolled your eyes at Mattheo’s yells and turned towards Pansy.
“Ready to go?” She nodded. As you turned to walk away Cormac spoke up from his place leaning on the stairs banister.
“I’ll gut you like a fish, and keep your-“ Mattheo’s drink flew at McLaggen’s face, drenching him.
“God just shut your mouth already.” Mattheo added, joining you at your side. The rest of the boys followed after you each stopping by McLaggen to toss in an insult. Blaise had to drag Theo away. Apparently that spaghetti whore comment still made his blood boil. Even the Ravenclaw Girl tossed in one, following after your group.
“You’re really hot when you punched your boyfriend in the face.” Mattheo whispered next to your ear as you all pushed through the crowd.
“Ex-boyfriend. And trust me I know.” You patted Mathheo’s cheek.
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whinlatter · 1 year ago
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beasts chapter 10 in memes
ginny and hermione showing off their NYE hoe fits and bad coping mechanisms to their bemused auror boyfriends:
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ginny and hermione after insisting to harry and ron that they're fine actually and not all traumatised:
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seamus singlehandedly trying to set up an eight bedroom four storey mansion for a massive NYE rager while the girlies are upstairs like:
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ginny and the DA running an armed wartime counterinsurgency comprised entirely of child soldiers:
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harry still in denial about ginny running said armed wartime counterinsurgency whole time the DA photo album for ’97/98 looks like this:
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angelina and ginny aka broke bitches anonymous gawping at cho:
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…meanwhile terry boot’s making a speedy exit:
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everyone trying and failing to ignore cormac mclaggen’s lecherous antics:
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hannah when she sees neville's brought his new girlfriend:
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and finally… ginny to harry in ootp: the thing about growing up with fred and george is you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got
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slytherinshalo · 2 months ago
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑
serial killer!Tom riddle x serial killer!zania malfoy
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“Run rabbit, run rabbit” zania say as she walks through the forbidden forest looking for her new target. She and her boyfriend had a thing going, they would find a new victim to kill, to torture, they never kill the innocent only the ones that deserve it.
“Have fun, pretty boy” zania says to her boyfriend Tom, allowing him to hunt their victim, their prey. After a few minutes he returns with the boy, Cormac Mclaggen.
Cormac the school’s piece of shit, the headmaster won’t do anything about him so we will. He harassed girls who clearly didn’t want him, he deserves it.
“Oh Cormac, you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this” zania says while twirling her knife around in her hand, walking closer, stalking him. She had the most sinister smile on her face, as the thought of torturing Cormac ran through her mind she only got more excited, the sounds of his screams in pain, the smell of fresh blood, the feel of the knife tearing into his flesh only made zania more impatient.
Finally making her way to him, she started running the knife along his neck along the most fatal artery, his carotid artery. So after getting bored she moved the to his aorta artery, causing him to shutter in fear knowing that if she servers this artery it can cause catastrophic bleeding and if not treated immediately it can be fatal.
She moved the knife lower, right on top of his dick, stabbing him three times, before cutting it off and having Tom holding him down and shoving his severed dick down his throat. They laughed as Cormac started choking and gagging on his own dick, watching they saw his lips turning blue before Zania removed his dick from his mouth.
“Aww you look so cute chocking and gagging on your own dick” Tom chuckled at his girlfriend. “Doll are you gonna keep this” he asked while looking at Zania “of course it’s going to be put with the others” she said while smiling, until she looked down seeing what looked like an unconscious Cormac.
She slapped him before saying “hey, hey no dying yet rabbit” slapping him a second time, before sending a shock through his body waking him up.
“Please let me go, i’ll never harass another girl again I swear” Cormac said through harsh gasp trying to regain his breath. Tom and Zania just laughed knowing that he wouldn’t harm anyone ever again, because they were going to kill him.
“Aww you poor poor rabbit, you’re never going to harass another girl again because you’ll be dead”
“Wait wait wait please no no no please, I’m sorry please-” before Cormac could finish his pleases and begging zania stabbed him.
“Merlin shut up!” Zania yelled stabbing Cormac in the chest before ripping the knife out again. His screams were like music to her ears.
“Fuck you, you crazy bitch, my-“ before he could finish his sentence Tom slit his throat, angry that someone would dare to insult his girlfriend.
“my-my father—will—hear-about this” Cormac said through his gurgling and chocking on his blood.
“Alright you draco wannabe, you’ll never be my brother, but yea your father will hear about this when you get to hell” Zania said before kicking his body down the hill watching his body roll and tumble over sharp rocks, and twigs.
“Doll, what’s wrong” Tom asked while grabbing zania’s chin. “The fun is over now” zania said with a pout. Tom just chuckled and shook his head, “it’s not funny tommy” zania said “would it make you feel better if I found another guy for you to kill?” “Can I add his dick to my collection?” “Of course doll” Zania squealed with excitement and kissed Tom on the lips before turning on her heels and skipping away back to the castle to add her new trophy to her collection.
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dhr-ao3 · 2 months ago
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Missed Connections
Missed Connections https://ift.tt/MiaHnDR by alethinoserpentes Hermione returns to London after being away for 4 years practicing in a magical healing fellowship in New York. She hasn’t seen Draco in 4 years. They initially meet at Hogwarts, the line between their friendship blurry at times, but never progressing into anything more. As the years go on, opportunities to connect and advance are always misaligned, but never stops them from occurring. Juvenile feelings filled with anxiety and apprehension, fuel Hermione and Draco’s years long uncertain and tumultuous relationship. Words: 442, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Cormac McLaggen, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, No Blood Purity (Harry Potter), Growing Up, Just Friends, Missed Connections, Will They/Won’t They, sending owls, Pining, Teen Angst, Adult angst, Heartless bitch, emotional torture, Unreliable Narrator via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/KjQiuFa September 10, 2024 at 01:31AM
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shiftingshiftingshifting · 4 years ago
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FUCK lisa turpin
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its-hp-bitch · 6 years ago
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McLaggen: people are treated the same! inequality doesn’t exist!
Hermione, a disgruntled woman of colour who has been harassed, excluded, belittled and remains a victim of the white patriarchy: McLaggen, I have never heard so much stupidity come out of someone's mouth. My last 2 brain cells are struggling to stay alive in an attempt to make sense of the nonsense that you willingly spoke. stop
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roonilwazlibimagines · 2 years ago
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♡Golden Trio♡
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Cedric Diggory
♡ All Too Well - *angst* Cedric is older and takes advantage of younger reader
♡ Jealousy - *angst* Cedric doesn't know her and Draco are good friends and he gets jealous (an old one, but i haven't read it recently so i can't determine the yikes level)
♡ “You Saved My Life…” - *fluff* Cedric saves her life at the Quidditch World Cup (an old one, but i haven't read it recently so i can't determine the yikes level)
Draco Malfoy
♡ Bitch = *fluff* she changes the settings on Draco's phone to change babe to bitch
♡ My Dad Can Fix It- *fluff* Potter!daughter is married to Draco, but still relies on dad!James
♡ Reliable - *fluff* Potter!daughter needs to start relying on Draco and not on dad!James
♡ Annoying - *flluff* Draco is an annoying boyfriend/husband but he is romantic so she forgives him
♡ My Love - *fluff* Draco doesn't realise the impact the words 'my love' have on his love
♡ “Why Are You A Completely Different Person Towards Me When We’re In Public?” - *angst* Draco ignores her in public, but claims he loves her in private (an old one, minor yikes)
♡ “Is Somebody A Bit Jealous?” - *fluff* Draco doesn't like the attention she receives from Cormac McLaggen (old one, minor yikes)
♡ Punishment - *smut* Draco punishes her for being a brat (an old attempt at smut, major yikes)
♡ Truth or Dare - *smut* they're broken up but nothing compares to the sex they had (earylish smut, moderate yikes)
♡ Harry and Draco - *smut* - Harry and Draco punish her for purposefully flirting with Ron (earlyish smut, moderate yikes)
♡ Draco and Pansy - *smut* - threesome with Draco and Pansy (earlyish smut, moderate yikes)
♡ Overstimulation - *smut* Draco overstimulates her with clit stimulation (earlyish smut, moderate yikes)
♡ “Is Somebody A Bit Jealous?” - *fluff* Draco doesn't like the attention she receives from Cormac McLaggen (old one, minor yikes)
♡ “Why Are You A Completely Different Person Towards Me When We’re In Public?” - *angst* Draco ignores her in public, but claims he loves her in private (an old one, minor yikes)
♡ “Somebody’s A Bit Protective.” - *angst* Draco saves her from Bellatrix (an old one, major yikes)
♡ A Library Kiss - *fluff* Draco and her are always bickering until they kiss (the very first fanfiction I ever wrote, major yikes but in a cool way)
Fred Weasley
♡ Innocence - *smut* - Fred thinks she's too innocent for him and she shows him just how wrong he is
♡ “I Think I’m Falling In Love With You.” | Part Two - Fred is dating Angelina and she's sad because she never got to tell Fred how she feels (an old one, minor yikes)
♡ Draco’s Little Sister - *fluff* Fred asks Draco's sister to the Yule Ball, but she doesn't know why she said yes (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ More Than Friends - *fluff* she only sees him as a friend, but then the Yule Ball occurs (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ The New Chaser - *angst* she doesn't tell the twins about being the new chaser and she doesn't tell Fred she only sees him as a friend (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ “Your Hair Is So Soft.” - *fluff* Fred grows some hair (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ “You Could Have Died!” -*fluff* she isn't happy about how the twins left school, but she's happy Fred is happy (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ Sweater Weather - *fluff* they stargaze and talk but then it gets cold (an old one, major yikes)
George Weasley
♡ Don’t Say You Love Me - *angst* someone always catches feelings when you're friends with benefits
♡ Hogsmeade Trip - *angst* Draco is mean to her and George has to remind her how great she is (old one, major yikes)
♡ “I Need You To Kiss It Better.” *fluff* - Georges' ear gets blown off and wants her to kiss it better (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ “Yeah, A Lot Of People Are Afraid Of Me.” - *fluff* - George is dating an outgoing Gryffindor that doesn't like Malfoy (an old one, major yikes)
Harry Potter
♡ Harry and Draco - *smut* - Harry and Draco punish her for purposefully flirting with Ron (earlyish smut, moderate yikes)
♡ “I Trust You.” - *fluff* Harry tries to get her to go on a broom, but she's scared (an early one, major yikes)
Neville Longbottom
♡ I Would Do Anything For You.” - *fluff* Neville would do anything to ensure you are safe (an early one, major yikes)
Pansy Parkinson
♡ Draco and Pansy - *smut* - threesome with Draco and Pansy (earlyish smut, moderate yikes)
Ron Weasley
♡ Sweetheart - *smut* she's needy and Ron helps her
♡ Jealousy - *smut* she's jealous of Fleur so Ron reminds her how much he loves her
♡ Fuck Buddies - *smut* she flirts with George to make Ron jealous (i don't recall writing this, moderate yikes)
♡ The Yule Ball - *fluff* she's from Beauxbaton and Ron doesn't know why she's dating him (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ “I Need You.” - *angst* Ron leaves her, but she needs him (an old one, moderate yikes)
♡ Jealousy - *smut* she's jealous of Fleur so Ron reminds her how much he loves her
Theodore Nott
♡ Control Freak | pt.2 - *fluff?* Theo has control issues but she doesn't mind
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romioneficfest · 3 years ago
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Defender
Title: Defender Prompt/Day: Hogwarts (Day 13) Tumblr name:  Rating: PG-13 Brief summary: During rounds, Hermione sees something that gives hope. Any possible triggering/warning tags: Curse words
Hermione's pace slowed, boredom and loneliness taking hold as she patrolled the castle. All too often she'd felt the pull of self-pity, though she detested moping and feeling sorry for herself.
She could trace the feeling back to that evening months before, when Ron and Lavender became a couple—and she lost her best friend. Ron had tried to make up with her, his efforts intensifying as of late, but she couldn't do it.
She couldn't be happy for him, as horrible as that was.
Not when he'd crushed her heart, and certainly not after she'd made a fool of herself with her petty attempts at revenge; the cattiness, name calling, and efforts to make him jealous. She felt sick that she'd stooped as low as taking Cormac to that party. Where her feelings for Ron were concerned, she seemed to lose all semblance of logic.
She sighed, half-heartedly checking a few classrooms for wayward students or snogging couples, her mind slipping to memories of better days.
One of the best things that had come from being a Prefect was that she got to spend so much time with Ron. They'd really gotten to know one another during their nightly walks around the castle, often sharing things they didn't tell anyone else… Funny stories from their youth, their concerns and fears, and even on the rare occasion, their hopes and dreams.
Since their falling out however, they had been avoiding each other like the plague, even on patrols. She hated it, and it was severely affecting her enjoyment of having such a key responsibility at Hogwarts.
A noise at the end of the hall startled her, and she briskly strode to the source. It sounds like muffled voices, and she immediately suspected who it might be.
Hermione heard the voices again, her ire rising. She'd reprimanded the two Seventh Year Gryffindors more than twenty minutes ago during her rounds, but she would have to do so again. She was about to turn the corner when she heard a third voice, this one achingly familiar. She immediately stopped and hid, flattening herself against the wall before peeking out from her spot.
"What are you doing out at this time? It's past curfew," Ron asked as he walked up to the two other boys. Though he towered over them, she could see his reluctance at confronting students older than him, perhaps because they were also known to be close friends with McLaggen. However, as a Prefect, it was his duty.
The two boys, Branson and Smith, gave each other a quick look before replying. "We were just going back to the tower, I swear," Smith began, before nudging his mate. "This one has a bird in Ravenclaw and was saying good night. It's always the smart ones, eh?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at the idiotic boys and their ridiculous excuses. She wanted to scream at Ron to do something and not let them off.
Ron eyed them suspiciously, before addressing Smith. "If he was saying good night to his girlfriend, what were you doing then?"
"Oh, I'm keen on her friend. Was trying to get a good night snog of my own. Valentine's Day is coming up after all." He gave Ron a friendly punch on the arm, a transparent attempt to buddy up with him and avoid trouble. "Know what I mean, Weasley?"
Ron frowned, but didn't reply.
"Besides," Branson pleaded. "Granger just caught us out and took away points—for the third bloody time this week."
Ron eyed them with reluctance. "Well, if Hermione already took away points, I'll let you off with a warning. Just hurry back to the Common Room and I won't do anything else."
Hermione wanted to stomp her feet and give them all a piece of her mind. Those scheming boys, and Ron for believing their lies.
"Thanks, mate."
"Yeah, thanks." Smith piped up, a smile on his face. "Granger's been on the warpath for months. You know, ever since you started up with Lavender Brown, she's been a real bitch."
Hermione stifled a sudden sob. She'd been called horrible things before, and while that caused her pain, the thought of Ron agreeing with them hurt her heart tremendously. She placed her trust in him that he was better than that, and her fears were quickly disproven.
"OY!" Ron's face was murderous, his ears flushing red as he brought his wand up threateningly, pointing it at them. "Don't you ever talk about her like that again! Hermione is the best person I know. She's smarter than you two tossers combined, brave, beautiful, and an amazing friend. Fifty points from Gryffindor."
They had cowered back at Ron's sudden fury, unable to even defend themselves or complain about the harsh penalty. They too had misjudged Ron's feelings about her and were now paying the price.
"Get back to the Common Room before I report you to McGonagall," Ron ordered through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing. "And watch your mouth, Smith. "
They turned around, grumbling to themselves as they quickly retreated down the corridor.
She could see Ron trembling from the confrontation as he slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath after the rush of adrenaline. He let out a groan and banged the back of his head repeatedly against the stone as he looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, always the smart ones."
He laughed mirthlessly, continuing to talk to himself. "Stuck with the girl you don't want and hated by the girl you... How did I fuck this up so badly?"
She pushed down another sob, this one out of happiness. She would've hugged him if they hadn't been on the outs, knowing that he did feel something for her. He had called her beautiful and she'd never heard him speak about her with such passion. Even though there was no reason for him to, he still defended her. He didn't know she was listening to the exchange. How could he?
It meant that he still cared about her, that things between them weren't completely unsalvageable.
She almost squeaked as he pushed himself off the wall and walked past her hiding spot. He was so close, she could hear him mumbling something about 'barmy girls', his head hanging down and his shoulders slumped. Had he just glanced up, he would've seen her.
He was missing her as much as she missed him, that much was clear. She could feel an inkling of hope—a feeling she had been suppressing for a good portion of the year—bubbling up and lifting her spirits. After everything that happened, Ron was still her staunchest defender.
If their friendship could be saved, perhaps there was a chance for them yet.
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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago
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-Hot All Over- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader
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   Request: Hey! Happy you're reopening! I have a request, don't know it it's usable buuuuuuuuut I really like the idea of houses showing traits that are not common for them. So for example Draco fancying this Hufflepuff girl but ofc he doesn't approach her because she is Hufflepuff (sad, i know) - but then she does something cool, dangerous or gets a freaking tattoo or idk you know what i mean? and he'd be like DAMN GIRL THAT'S HOT and finally approaches heeer.
   Kody: Oh this is such a good idea, im hella excited now. Added some extra extra for plot.
   Year: 7th
   House: Hufflepuff
   Possible Triggers/Warnings: slight mature themes, slut shaming, Cormac McLaggen
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   being a Hufflepuff meant that you valued hard work, patience, justice, and loyalty. It also meant you were stereotyped into a cutesy, muffin baking, defenceless girl. Which you were indeed not. You were very capable of taking care of yourself, but no really saw that side of you.
   to everyone you were the cute little Hufflepuff girl who hung out with the all to famous Cedric Diggory. You guys practically grew up together so it wasn’t rare to find you two hanging out with each other. Two peas in a pod really. He also knew about your humongous crush on Draco Malfoy.
   you and Draco had almost every class together so it was natural that you two talked occasionally. At first it was only him asking for notes he missed, which didn’t seem that friendly now that you think about it, but then he started to actually hold conversations with you.
   soon after you began to notice him stealing glances at you from across the classroom or the one time he not so subtlety mean mugged Neville Longbottom into changing his partners for an assignment so he instead could be your partner. You honestly thought he liked you, hell you liked him too.
   but then he got with some random Slytherin girl. Saying it was upsetting was an understatement. You were crushed, truly crushed. It has currently been a week since the ‘incident’ per say and you had been avoiding the Slytherin prince all together, except for formal ‘hellos’ and ‘sorry for bumping into you’
   as you sat down on the soft loveseat, you feel somebody come up behind you “Hey Ced” you spoke, eyes never leaving the book. You hear his familiar laugh and look up at the same time as he comes around to sit in front of you. “Still can’t sneak up on you, huh?”
   you shook your head, closing the novel in your hands. “Nope” he chuckles and plops himself down on the armrest. “So the team is having a practice match with Slytherin. Want to come?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders, seeing nothing wrong with it.
   “yeah sure, just let me get dressed” 
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   walking alongside Cedric, you adjust the collar of the yellow turtleneck you wore. He had his Quidditch uniform on with his broom in one hand as you both walked onto the field. You looked around seeing the Hufflepuff team and some students who seemingly were going to watch the game as well.
   turning your head to the left you were met with Draco Malfoy slicking his platinum blond hair with his hand only for it to fall back in his face. “Oh shit” you mutter, alarming Cedric. He looked around quickly to see what you were looking at. His eyes stop on Draco and pats your back “C’mon, lets go”
   he ushers you to the Hufflepuff team.
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   he watches as Diggory leads you away from his line of vision, his expression saddening. “you look like a creep” said Blaise Zabini, the Quidditch chaser, also Draco’s best mate. The young Malfoy scoffs and turns to face his friend “just ask her out already, it is so painful watching you drool over her” Blaise adds.
   Draco shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest “She’s a Hufflepuff-” “oh merlin here we go again with the house talk” Theodore Nott interjects, going over to lean on Blaise’s shoulder. “What happened to fuck my parents, i’m going to live my own life?”
   and there goes Pansy Parkinson. His whole friend group was on him this time. Draco looks at all three of them and exhales deeply “She’s to innocent for me anyway. I’m a Slytherin for merlin’s sake, i’ll corrupt her” he sputters out. All three of them burst into fits of laughter.
   Blaise grabs Theo’s face and gives him a overexaggerated sorrowful look “Y/n, i am sorry, but i’m afraid i’ll corrupt you with my edge” he spoke with a dramatic tone. Theo stifles his laughter and copies his expression “But Draco i love you, i don’t care if you corrupt me”
   Draco watches the both of them with an unamused expression “I seriously hate both of you, so much” the both of them let go of each other and bow at the same time. “Also that will never happen, she’s been avoiding me lately” he huffs. Pansy shrugs her shoulders.
   “maybe it’s because some psycho girl claimed you guys were together like a week ago. It hurt her feelings! This is why i’m a lesbian. Guys are bloody idiots” she exclaims, throwing her arms in the air. Blaise nods “I would say same, but i’m currently dating this guy so” he points to Theo.
   “let’s just get this game over with”
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   the game ended with Hufflepuff taking the victory. You smiled brightly and made your way to the edge of the stands. You held your arms up “Cedric!” you yell out. You watch as the brown haired Hufflepuff turned his broom to the left and began to fly over to you. In a matter of seconds he held his hand out for you and you grabbed his hand.
   he pulled you up and onto to his broom. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he flew towards the ground. Once he landed you hopped off, chuckling “That never gets old” he nods, agreeing. The hufflepuff team landed and began to crowd Cedric and you. Cheering for there seeker.
   students flooded out the stands and most cheered Cedric’s name. Cedric wrapped his arm around your shoulders, giving you a side hug. As most of the students began to leave and you were left with Hufflepuff team “you did great out there Cedric!” you shout in excitement.
   “oh merlin hop off his dick Y/n” someone said from behind you. You turn around and felt the urge to gag. Cormac McLaggen. “Excuse me?” you say, crossing your arms. “You heard me Y/n, we all know your sleeping with Diggory over here. Probably the whole Hufflepuff house” he looked so smug.
   Cedric didn’t take kindly to his words and grabbed your arm, beginning to lead you away “That’s right, walk away Y/n. Hey Cedric tell me when it’s my turn with the Hufflepuff slut” he smirked, chuckling in the most vile manner. He was truly the worst person to ever exist.
   you saw red
   in a swift motion you jerked your arm away from Cedric and rushed towards Cormac, you threw yourself at him. He was knocked to the ground while you straddled his waist. Hands clenched in a fist, you began to hit Cormac in the face repeatedly. Everyone was stunned.
   “You. Gross. Son. Of. A. Bitch!” you yelled, still wailing on the Gryffindor boy under you. Cormac tried to use his arms to block your hits, but it was no use. You were running on adrenaline and at the moment you were stronger than Hagrid. “You. Couldn’t. Fuck. Yourself. Out. Of. A. Wet. Dream!” (not my joke)
   Cormac was able to scratch your face and such, but nothing to damaging. You feel somebody grab you by your waist and pull you off of Cormac. Cedric. who’s bruises had bruises. You huffed and tried to push away from whoever it was, but they tightened their grip instead.
   “Calm down Y/n! Stay here oi have to take him to the hospital wing and make sure he doesn’t get you in detention!” he exclaims and lets go of you, leaving you to sit on the grass. He rushes over with another Hufflepuff and picks the bruised boy up and with that, they both left.
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   “i think you did great out there Draco” Pansy gives him a warm smile and he nos to her. “Thanks Pans” he spoke.  “oh merlin hop off his dick Y/n” he snapped his head towards the direction of Cormac like an owl, his face turning into a scowl. “Oh this bitch” Pansy scoffed. 
   Draco watched as Cedric tried to lead you away from the scene  “That’s right, walk away Y/n. Hey Cedric tell me when it’s my turn with the Hufflepuff slut” what did he just say. In a blink of an eye you were on top of Corma, completely destroying him.
   he didn’t know what it was, but watching you punch Cormac in the face with an angered expression was the biggest turn on he could ever imagine. Maybe it’s because he thought you were a innocent girl, but the way you had just tackled this guy was the complete opposite.
   “Beat his ass Y/n!” Pansy yelled, throwing her fist in the air. Draco looked over at her, but Pansy just shrugged. What a instigator. Cedric pulled you off of and left you on the ground to go deal with Cormac. Draco just stared in complete aw of you. You flip your hair out of your face as you spit out what looks like blood.
   in an instant, he was hot all over.
   “Go now, don’t think just go!” Pansy pushed Draco’s back towards your direction. His legs were on autopilot while he walked over to you. He felt the warmth surround him again as you looked up at him, then his hand. Draco looked as well and saw a rag? Pansy must have shoved it in his hand.
   Draco hesitates, but crouches down in front of you. “Can i?” he asked in a low tone. You eye him for a moment, studying his expression before nodding slowly. He uses his hand to grab your chin, turning it up before pressing the rag to your bloody cheek. You wince a pit and he gives you an apologetic look.
   he cleans the blood off your cheek and lets go of your face “That was- what you did- shit- that was hot as hell” he sputter a bit as he speaks. Your eyes widen a bit “Um- thank you?” you said, unsure of how to answer. “Do you want to like- go out with me sometime?” he asked.
   “i know you’ve been avoiding me and Pansy said it was because of the girl i was going out with but she just made that up. I’m not actually going out with her. You see i actually really like you, but i thought it was a bad idea because i’m a Slytherin and i was scared that i ruin your innocence, but you can clearly handle yourself- like damn and i just-”
   Draco’s rant was cut off when you grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him into a quick kiss. You let go and pull away leaving him dumbfounded. You smnicker a bit at his reaction and smile cheekily “Yeah i’d love to go out with you” Draco smiles brightly and leans into kiss you again
    making him hot all over.
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   Kody: idk even know what this is. Did i just make three Slytherins gay? yes, yes i did. For plot. Anyways, peace.
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lottiebagley · 4 years ago
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Till forever falls apart- Fred Weasley
Out on our own Dreamin' in a world that we both know It's out of our control But if shit hits the fan, we're not alone
Fred Weasley lived in his own little world. He had his friends who he eagerly invited in but he was never particularly aware of the world around him. He never needed to look any further than his circle of friends.
She fell in love with Fred Weasley instantly. From the moment she saw him she wanted to be around him. Something about him made her heart beat faster and her mind run miles. She wanted Fred Weasley in every room she entered.
He never really noticed her.
She was the year below him at school and he never needed to know who she was.
His little world didn't include her and so he barely realised she existed.
That was until she arrived at his quidditch practice in floods of tears in the middle of his third year at school.
Fred had watched in shock when Oliver Wood immediately called a break mid-practice, something he never does, and rushes down to the crying second year.
Fred notices as he flies back towards the ground that despite being in tears the girl is beautiful. Something about her so raw and vulnerable. He pushes the thought away because what 13 year old is looking at a 12 year old, he doesn't quite understand the difference between them is a mere 6 months.
"What's got Wood all caring? Hope he's not dating a child the pedo," Fred jokes to his friends who all seem to look at him like he's grown a second head, even Harry, who had only been on the team for four months.
"That's his sister you moron," Angelina Johnson states, rolling her eyes.
Thinking really hard Fred can almost remember knowing that Oliver Wood had a sister, he just never took the time to realise who she was. He watched from afar as Oliver comforts the girl before she settles in the stands and practice resumes.
The entire time Fred feels drawn to her. Glancing towards her every so often and watching as she reads her book, occasionally glancing up at the practice.
When Oliver finally calls time Fred watches as the girl walks down to the pitch, eaves dropping as Oliver tells her to wait for 5 minutes while he changes. Fred sees his opportunity to talk to her, wanting too not just because she's beautiful but because something about her seems to pull him in, he runs to the locker room and grabs his bag before heading out to the pitch where she's standing.
"Hey, I'm Fred," He grins brightly to the girl who blushes just from the way he looks directly into her eyes, looks into them like he can see her very soul.
"I'm y/n, Oli's sister," She introduces herself, he nods
"You alright? You- well-"
"Showed up a sobbing mess?"
"Yeah," He nods, chuckling a little at how direct she is
"I'm fine. I've been arguing with this girl in my dorm a bit recently. I'll be honest she's kind of a bitch,"
"Really? Who is she? I'll prank her for you," Fred offers brightly
"Florrie Watson, but you really don't have to. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble,"
"I have no clue who that is but just you wait, once I find this Florrie Watson she won't know what hit her. And don't even worry about me getting into trouble, I've done it for much less beautiful girls," Fred promises, the girl giggles a little and Fred would do anything to be the cause of that giggle again and again for the rest of his life.
"Thanks Fred," She smiles, he grins back brightly, fishing around in his bag
"Here, have a chocolate frog, they always make me feel better," He offers, she smiles gratefully accepting the frog as Oliver exits the changing room. He strides over, nodding his end in a goodbye to Fred before leading the girl off talking about a game or exploding snap and some hot chocolate.
Fred Weasley would never forget the image of her, a few feet away, turning over her shoulder to shoot him a warm smile.
Three days later she arrives at breakfast to see Florrie Watson with bright green hair and exploding boils on her face. When she looks to Fred he sends her a knowing wink before returning to his breakfast.
She was utterly in love with Fred Weasley and maybe one day he would feel the same. 
Cause you've got me and you know That I've got you and I know
Fred does feel the same. He doesn't realise for a while but he falls just as hard.
Once she's become part of his little world she is a staple of it.
They chat in the common room, she helps out with pranks, they tease Oliver together.
They grow close over the next two and a half years and so on the platform ready for his sixth year at Hogwarts, Fred is more than excited to see her.
Although, he had probably been in love with her for a while, the realisation happens all at once.
He turns around to see her charging down the platform, skillfully avoiding bumping into people, as she runs towards him and George. She has a bright grin on her face and her eyes are shining with excitement.
She throws her arms around Fred who wraps her in a tight hug lifting her into the air to spin her around.
It's as her easy laughter floats into his ears he realises he's a goner.
That he is madly in love with her.
Despite feeling anxious at the realisation he wouldn't have it any other way.
He places her down gently and smiles happily as she grins up at him "Missed you Freddie," She grins and with that she's moving to pull George into an equally tight hug.
"I'll never understand why you come from Scotland all the way to London to go back to Scotland," George teases her as he releases her from his tight grip.
"Becuase floo powder takes literally seconds and otherwise everyone gets fun memories and I don't,"
"So you're scared of missing out," George deadpans
"You're happy to see me, right Freddie?" She beams, turning to the boy who is staring at her with a love struck grin on his face
"Couldn't be happier sweetheart," He confirms, she grins even bigger, although he hadn't thought it possible, before turning back to George
"See Georgie, some people actually like my presence," She jokes
"Don't remember saying I didn't," He chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender, she laughs loudly, swatting his hand down. She moves to say something but is stopped when her name is squealed from across the platform.
"I'll talk to you guys later," She informs, turning to run towards her best friend, the very Florrie Watson that Fred once pranked.
"George?"
"Yes, Fred."
"I think I'm in love with her," Fred speaks with confidence
"About time you figured it out," George smiles, patting his brother's shoulder with a laugh
If the tide takes California I'm so glad I got to hold ya And if the sky falls from Heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time fallin' into love
She was almost 100% sure she had no chance with Fred Weasley, that and that alone is why when Cormac McLaggen asks her out she says yes.
"Hi boys," She smiles, leaning over the sofa to stick her head between Fred and George
"You smell good," Fred comments, not really thinking about what he is saying but immediately recognising the scent as the one coming from the potions classroom that morning.
"Thanks Freddie," She grins happily
"You look good too, what's the occasion?" Lee questions, he's the only one who can fully see her from his arm chair across from the sofa the twins are sat on
"I've got a date," She shrugs. Fred feels his heart sink as he takes a deep breath, mustering his best fake smile, before putting on a 'totally fine' act, not wanting her to think he is mad, although right now he's thinking up a thousand ways to make whatever boy she's about to go on a date with's life a misery.
"Show us the outfit then," He chimes cheerily, she moves away to come around the sofa, George catching Fred's eye and sending him a sympathetic smile.
She looks beautiful as she stands in front of the boys. Fred letting out a dramatic wolf whistle and smiling when she blushes
"Give us a twirl then," George encourages, she laughs but plays along and twirls for the trio.
"Looking gorgeous," Lee compliments
"You really are," George adds. She smiles at them both before turning to Fred, his the only opinion that ever really mattered to her.
"You think I look alright?" She questions, he wonders for a second how she seems so anxious, like he doesn't think she looks like a piece of art people would wait hours to see even when she's just in her pjs in the common room.
"You look better than alright darling, absolutely beautiful. He's a lucky guy," He grins happily. She blushes a bright red, moving to respond before her name is called from across the room.
"See you later," She smiles to the trio before rushing off towards Cormac McLaggen who is eyeing the girl like she's a piece of meat.
Fred watches as he leads her out of the common room with a scowl on his face "Seriously? McLaggen of all people? If Oliver knew he'd murder Cormac and then he would murder us for letting it happen," He grumbles, receiving sympathetic grunts of agreement from his friends.
We've been livin' on a fault line And for a while you were all mine I've spent a lifetime givin' you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'til forever falls apart 'Til forever falls apart
Fred feels his heart sink at the sight in front of him. Cormac McLaggen dancing at the ball with a girl who is most definitely not his current girlfriend.
He's exiting the ballroom quicker than his friends can work out what's going on. "She's in her dorm," it's the voice of Florrie that makes him stop his frantic search, turning to look at her, thinking it best to have a clue what's going on before he charges full steam at a problem.
"What happened?"
"He broke up with her this morning so he could bring Romilda. I tried to force her to come anyway but she didn't want to. Managed to talk her into her dress and we did her hair and makeup but she just wouldn't actually leave the dorm,"
"Prick!" Fred grumbles, shooting the younger girl a thankful smile, before running off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower.
When he arrives, slightly breathless, outside her dorm his heart sinks even further in his chest. He can hear her sniffles from inside her dorm, raising his hand to knock on the door.
"Florrie, please, I really don't want to go," she calls, her voice cracking a little.
"It's Fred," he calls back
"Oh, do you need anything?"
"Just wanna see you sweetheart," he responds gently
"You should be at the ball,"
"So should you," he calls, "I'm coming in," he adds.
The sight makes his blood boil in anger but also makes his heart beat race.
She looks beautiful, a long silver ball gown flowing around her, her hair curled and falling gently around her head, her makeup is smudged from crying but he can tell before the tears it was done to perfection. She looks like an angel walking the earth and he wants to kiss her right there and then.
At the same time though, he notices her red eyes and the tracks of mascara on her face. He thinks about Cormac and how horrendously he treated her and it takes everything in him not to turn around, march back to the hall and kill the stupid boy.
"You look beautiful,"
"I look a mess," she responds
"A beautiful mess," he sighs, moving to sit next to her on the narrow single bed.
"You look handsome Freddie," she smiles, resting her head on his shoulder, exhausted from crying all day.
"Thank you darling," he grabs her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze "There's no chance I can talk you to coming to the hall is there?" He asks
"No. You should get back though, I don't want to ruin your night,"
"Well my plans were to stare at the most beautiful girl in school from across the hall which I can't do when you're sat up here," he's completely honest but she laughs like it's a joke.
"It's your one ball at school,"
"Look, I know you don't quite realise how important you are to me, but I'm not just leaving you a crying mess on your own. So, you and I will stay up here all night," he decides
And they do.
He steals snacks from under Ron's bed and they sit up in her bed eating them. He makes her laugh and she cheers up a little. He catches Bertie Botts every flavour beans in his mouth and smears Cauldron Cake filling on her nose.
He talks her into dancing around her dorm with him. It's fast at first, music playing from her friends record player. When a slow song comes on he holds her close and strokes his hand up and down her back, she rests her hands on his shoulders and stares up into his eyes with a too quick heart beat and a need to kiss the boy she's head over heels for.
They drop to her bed, laying up as she explains what happened. She tells him that she never really liked Cormac all that much and it was the shame and embarrassment that hurt so much, it was the feeling of worthlessness.
Her friends filtered back from the ball one by one, finding them fast asleep in their ball outfits, her head on his chest and his arms holding her close.
So this is it, that's how it ends I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends And I'm not sorry for myself I wouldn't want to spend a minute lovin' anybody else
"Where too next pretty girl?" Fred questions with a smile, his arms  wrapped around her shoulder, holding her to him as they walk through the warm streets of Hogsmeade, the first drops of summer warming the couple.
"Three Broomsticks?" She suggests, taking a lick of the caramel ice cream Fred had insisted on buying her in Honeydukes.
"Sure," He nods, beginning to walk in the right direction, swinging his Zonko's bag in his empty hand "How's the ice cream?"
"As good as ever, you wanna try some?" She questions, taking another lick before tilting her head upwards to look at him, he shrugs in agreement before a smirk takes over his face.
Her eyebrows raise in question before his thumb comes down, hand cupping her jaw, the thumb swiping over the corner of her lip and collecting a smear of ice cream, he pops it into his mouth, sucking the caramel flavour off as she stands staring up at him, eyes a little wide and mouth a jar.
"It's good," He nods, casually dropping his arm back around her shoulder and continuing on his was towards the pub. She allows herself to be tugged along, slightly in awe and massively in love as he somehow manages to act nonchalant, in reality his insides feel like they're on fire.
"Hey, Fred?" She questions as they walk, he hums gently in response, eyes flickering down to look at her
"Why no date this weekend?" She questions casually.
"Haven't been on a date in a while if I'm honest," He admits casually. It was true, for a while Fred was serial dater, she was so unattainable and so he occupied himself, tried to find someone who would make his heart beat just as fast as she did. That was until George informed him the more girls he dated who weren't her the less likely she was to admit to liking him if she felt the same, George knew she did, he could tell, not that Fred believed him.
"Very out of character," She teases, a smirk falling to her face "You lost all your game?"
"Why don't you consider how much you blushed when I tried your ice cream and answer that yourself?" He smirks, watching as she blushes once more but rolls her eyes at him.
The afternoon passes pleasantly, harmless flirting that makes them both overthink carrying the conversation.
It was a joke at first.
He had snuck into a small florist whilst she was talking to a girl from her year.
When he had returned to her side, the flowers held behind his back until the girl was gone, he smiles politely along with the conversation.
She had turned to him, ready to ask where he wanted to go next, and blushed madly when he held out a bouquet of sunflowers to her, he knew they were her favourites.  She had taken them with a bashful smile and a teasing 'what have you done wrong to butter me up with flowers'
And it had been a joke when he responded.
"Nice guys buy their dates flowers Wood,"
The reality of what he said hit the pair hard as his eyes widen at the realisation. He can practically see the cogs turning in her head before she whispers
"Is this a date?"
He almost lies. Tells her she's insane and that she's like a sister and he had just been messing with her.
But then he sees it.
The flicker of hopefulness in her eyes.
"I hope it can be," He admits, breathless although he's not quite sure what from.
"Okay, date it is," She confirms, tugging the flowers to her chest in one hand and taking his hand in the other.
'Cause you've got me and you know That I've got you and I know
Fred's foot taps loudly on the floor, a rapid beat ringing through the kitchen.
"You're up early," Molly comments as she enters the kitchen, she's unsurprised by her son's presence in the kitchen even though it is hours before he would normally wake up.
"My girlfriend gets here today. Merlin, mum, you didn't forget did you?" He questions.
It had taken hours and hours for Fred to be able to convince his mother and all the other adults involved to allow his girlfriend to stay for the last two weeks of summer given the location of the Order was supposed to be a secret.
It was eventually Remus' declaration of trust for the girl over dinner after a meeting one night that forced the adult's agreement. "Of course not sweetheart," His mother assures, a loving smile on her face as she watches her son who she's never seen happier. "You know she's not getting here until the afternoon though and that Remus is meeting her in Diagon Alley and he hasn't even woken up yet, let alone left,"
"I know. Just couldn't sleep," Fred admits, rolling his eyes at the beam that overtakes Molly's face
"You really love her?"
"I do. If it means anything I think you will too,"
"I'm sure I will dear," Molly smiles, squeezing her son's shoulder before moving to prepare breakfast.
6 hours later the door is pulled open and Fred feels his heart practically double in size. She hadn't been expecting her boyfriend to be sat on the stairs staring at the front door waiting for her, he had been there since his old professor left. She had been talking happily with the older man, something about her brother's new quidditch job from what Fred heard before she's silenced.
She let's out a mildly shocked laugh when two arms wrap around her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around in circles. He places her back to the ground, staring down at her with a bright grin that's mirrored on her face as she stares back up.
Half the order and all the kids have now made their way to the front door to watch the couple's reunion. No one can deny that the entire house seems warmer now that their love is filling the walls. No one can question that it's love to the very truest form as they watch the couple stare at each other.
"You're entire family and a load of people I don't know are staring at us," She whispers, only he can hear and he chuckles a little, his arms still wrapped around her waist as her hands rest on his chest.
He can faintly hear the scream of Walburga Black's portrait followed by Tonks shouting 'shit I tripped, did I miss it?', her question answered by Ginny's laughter and a 'They haven't even kissed yet'
"I'm going to kiss you anyway darling, because it's all I've been thinking about for the past four weeks an-"
He's cut off when her hand tugs him down by his shirt, his lips meeting her for the first time in a month. It's not the most magical of kisses, a little toothy from both their wide grins and ruined by the onlookers and Ron's dramatic faux gags.
She pulls away quickly, not wanting to seem disrespectful and giggles when his lips chase after hers "Next time don't talk so much and just kiss me," She teases in a quiet whisper, just for him, he lets out a breathy laugh as she pats his cheek before squeezing past him in the corridor, approaching Mrs Weasley with a tentative smile.
She's pulled into a hug by the woman before being lead into the kitchen. Fred watches from the doorway as she's introduced to everyone and happily greets his siblings, a lovestruck smile on his face.
If the tide takes California I'm so glad I got to hold ya And if the sky falls from Heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time fallin' into love
Fred sits on the cabinet, his legs open as she stands inside them.
"You really need to stay out of trouble," She comments quietly, trying to be gentle as she dabs the open wound on the back of his hand clean.
"Better it's me than the 11 year old she would have given the detention too if I didn't take the blame," Fred responds, trying not to wince at the sting of the alcohol on the cotton pad.
"I hate seeing you like this though," She sighs, he leans down to press a kiss to her forehead "You were very brave though," She compliments, throwing the red stained cotton pad into the bin as she grabs the ointment the twins made a few weeks before from the cupboard. "We're running low," She comments quietly
"I'll make some more in the morning," Fred sighs, letting his head drop back against the wall "Is there enough for George too?" His voice sounds tired but she knows if there wasn't he would stay up to make his twin more, it was the quickest way to heal the scars of Umbridge's quill.
"Yeah," She sighs gently. "Freddie?"
"What's wrong darling?" He asks, one eye fluttering open to look at his girlfriend. Not liking the anxiousness of her voice.
"I was just thinking that tomorrow I could go to Umbridge and tell her the other night was my fault, your hand is practically raw and-"
"No," He doesn't mean to snap at her but he would never, ever, let that toad of a human lay a hand on his girl. He'd take any punishment she has a thousand times before he let her take it even once.
"Fred, you can't just-"
"I mean it. I'm not letting her hurt you, alright? 'M your boyfriend, it's my job to keep you safe so no. You aren't taking the blame for her finding us kissing in a broom cupboard," He demands, she sighs as she grabs a bandage to wrap up Fred's hand
"You're killing yourself slowly Fred and I won't let you. I was just as at fault as you were and you've taken the blame for every slip up I've made all year. Even when you weren't there," She argues, her voice is soft though, not wanting to fight with him.
His hand that's not being bandaged rakes through his hair in frustration. "Please, please just let me keep you safe?" He's speaks so quietly, so full of nerves and love and every emotion in between that her heart melts a little
"You-"
"I swear to you right here that I'll start being more careful and I'll stop taking the blame for other people if it makes you worry, but, please. Angel, please, just let me look after you,"
He's practically begging and she can't help but agree, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Just start being careful alright?" She whispers the question
"Promise," He confirms quietly
"I love you Fred,"
She had been in love with him since her first year and it was the first time she ever said it to him.
She wasn't nervous though, not even for a second, she knows he loves her back, he may not have ever said it but he tells her in his own way a thousand times a day.
"I love you too sweetheart," He smiles gently, reaching his none bandaged hand to her jaw to pull her to him.
He kisses her soft and slow before she pulls away, moving her head to press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand that's moved to cup her cheek.
"George! I'm ready to do your hand!" She calls, turning away from her boyfriend to blink away her tears, her anxiousness for his well being feeling overwhelming. George enters the small bathroom, cradling his own bleeding hand.
Neither twin mentions the redness in her eyes.
We've been livin' on a fault line And for a while you were all mine I've spent a lifetime givin' you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'til forever falls apart 'Til forever falls apart
"I need to tell you something," Fred had spilt the words out over dinner, interrupting his friend groups story. She immediately turns to him, eyebrow raised in concern. She had joined his friends for dinner at his request, he'd been clingy fort he past month but she thought nothing of it until that very moment.
His brown eyes that usually held so much love and mischief seemed consumed in guilt.
"Alone," He adds hastily, trying to ignore the questioning look from Angelina Johnson across the table who had been talking about her Potions essay.
He stands, his girlfriend following behind wordlessly. Normally, he would reach out to grab her hand but he could feel the cold stare of Dolores Umbridge.
By the time he pulls her into an empty class room, too anxious to go all the way back to his dorm, he can feel his heart in his mouth.
He knew, realistically, that he should have told her months ago. Told her when the idea was first born. Not now, less than 24 hours before it happens.
"I swear to god, if you've cheated on me Fred I will cut you-"
"No!" He's quick to defend himself "Of course not. I would never, you know that," He sighs, still not sure where to find the words. "I have something to tell you but please don't be mad,"
"You can tell me anything Freddie," She reassures, sitting down on a desk as he stands in front of her
"I'm leaving," He speaks lowly
"What do you mean leaving?" she questions, eyes scrunched up like she's concentrating.
"I mean Harry gave George and I his tri-wizard cup winnings and we are dropping out of school to open a joke shop. I'm leaving tomorrow,"
"I- I don't know what to say," She admits quietly
"Well, what are you thinking?" He promts, trying to gauge her reaction
"I'm- I'm kind of mad that you didn't tell me you were leaving. That you've undoubtedly known for a while and you didn't bother to tell me. I'm worried because I'm so in love with you and I don't know what happens to us when we aren't both here, I mean I knew next year everything would change but I thought we had time to work out what we are doing. I'm sad cause I'm going to miss you like crazy, but, if I'm honest more than anything I'm so unbelievably proud of you and happy for you,"
"I should have told you. I know that. But I promise that nothing has to happen to us, I love you, not being here won't change that,"
"And you'll write?"
"Everyday," He assures, standing between her legs to press his lips to hers.
We never had it from the start 'Til death do us part
"So, what do you think?" Fred's voice questions, his hands that had been clasped over her eyes nervously ringing by his sides.
She was the first person to see the inside of the shop and both the twins, who stand on either side of her, were nervous about it.
She looks around with wide eyes, her feet spinning her in a slow circle as she takes in the bright colours of the store.
"Jeez woman, say something already," George groans, his anxiousness getting the best of him
"It's perfect," She grins, turning back to the two boys
"You really think?" Fred questions
"I do. It's like you two in shop form. I love it," She grins, flinging her arms around her boyfriend's arms as he lifts her up into the air, spinning her around as his loud laughter of excitement mixes with her giggles
"You love it?" He asks, excitement evident in his voice
"I love it," She confirms as he places her back onto the ground. She turns to hug George, smiling a congratulations.
Fred tugs her by her hand around the store, giving her the guided tour and pointing out every single product, explaining ones she hadn't seen before. She listens attentively, her heart swelling in pride and she swears she falls in love all over again as he grins at her, eyes shining.
If the tide takes California
I'm so glad I got to know ya
Fred's arms hold her close to him, her's looping round her neck as he sways them gently to the music playing through the marquee, her head tilted up to look at her boyfriend who smile back down.
"When we get married-" Fred starts, rolling his eyes when she immediately rolls her eyes
"Did you just say we?"
"Obviously we are getting married you idiot," Fred huffs, she smirks, reaching onto her tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek "As I was saying, when we get married, it's not going to be this fancy,"
"No?"
"No. Not worth the stress, unless you want a big fancy shindig, if you do obviously we can have one, we will just put a full body binding curse on mum," He chuckles at his joke but she can hear the sincerity in his voice
"Fred Weasley I would marry you with a piece of string for a ring and only one witness,"
"So a small wedding?" He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head
"Small wedding sounds good. You'll have to ask Oli for permission before you ask me though, otherwise he'll genuinely murder you,"
"I'll do that," He grins down.
She laughs it off, no idea there was a ring in his bedside draw since his first pay check at the joke shop, that he was just waiting for everything to calm down to ask.
And if the sky falls from Heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time fallin' into love
Fred feels like he can finally breathe again when he hears the door of the flat swing closed.
"Hey, I'm back," Her voice rings through the home above the joke shop.
"In the living room," He calls back, he hears her drop her keys onto the small table by the door before she arrives in the door way. Staring at him from the door way
"Thought I told you not to wait up?" She questions
"Couldn't sleep, hated not knowing if you were okay," He admits, she let's out a sigh, crossing the living room to sit next to him on the sofa.
"I know what you mean. Spent the whole day worrying if anything had happened to you," She admits, he sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"How was work?" He asks softly
"Busy. The world is a mess out there," She admits, her job as a healer seemed to only get crazier with each passing day, the war raging on the streets.
"I know," He hums gently, "Did you see Oliver after you finished?"
"I did, he's good just worried about everyone," She shrugs, it was how everyone seemed to be recently.
"I'm glad your home safe,"
"I'll always get home safe to you Freddie, as long as you promise to do the same?"
"I promise angel,"
We've been livin' on a fault line And for a while you were all mine
She feels like she can't breathe when the door is pulled open, she had the address on a piece of paper in Hermione Granger's neat cursive.
For a second, as selfish as it makes her feel, she allows herself to pretend. Pretend the man standing in the doorway is him. Allows herself to pretend it's the love of her life staring at her, and, for the second she does she can almost kid herself into thinking everything is okay.
"You want to come in?"
She feels the world crash around her as she nods, allowing George Weasley to lead her into his house. He offers her a drink and she politely declines, taking a seat in his living room.
"You're staring," He comments, he doesn't seem angry, nor does he seem hurt to see her. Instead, he watches her with pity.
"Sorry, I just-" She sighs, not bothering to finish
"I do it too. I stare at my reflection and trick myself into thinking it's him,"
"I'm so sorry, that you've had to go on without him. George, I'm so, so, sorry,"
"The same to you," George smiles sympathetically. His eyes scan her, trying to work out how she is without asking. "So, that's why you're here?" He questions, nodding towards the ring that sits on her left hand.
"It is. I need to talk to you about it. I'm sorry, because I know we said that we weren't going to speak but it had to be you,"
They'd both agreed it within a few months of the war ending. Being around each other was too hard. They were the one person who reminded the other of Fred the most.
"Okay," George nods in agreement. He watches as she eyes the framed photo of his wedding day on the mantle piece before letting out a deep breath.
"I moved away, to America, after the war- I just- I needed to get away. It was 5 years before I went on a date, it was 6 before I had sex it was 7 before I had a boyfriend. I didn't want to have a relationship, not when it would never come close to the one I had with him, and it doesn't, you should know that it doesn't, but Daniel, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. But- I can't go through with it, not if you're mad at me for it,"
"I'm not mad," George speaks gently, he has a feeling that in this moment it isn't him she's speaking too at all. If it were anyone else he would be angry, but for her, he is prepared to be the bridge to Fred, because he knows the one person who loved his twin more than George himself, was the girl in front of him.
"I know. I knew you wouldn't be I just-"
"You aren't asking if I'm mad. You're asking if I think he is," George comments, he reaches across the coffee table to squeeze her hand gently
"I know. I'm so sorry George, it's not fair to you and I know that. The thing is- You knew Fred better than anyone and you- Oliver keeps telling me that it is okay. That Fred would want me to be happy and to have a husband and kids and- I want to believe him but- I need to hear it from you. From you who knew him so deeply. Wherever he is does he hate me right now?"
"Fred would want to be the one who made you happy,"
"Look, George, I believe in love. I believe in one grand love, a soulmate, a forever. I believe that Fred was mine. He was the one. He was the sun and the moon and the stars. He is the love of my life. But I want kids, George, I always wanted that, and he is gone. I believe that when you die, the person you loved most in life is waiting for you and no matter what I believe it'll be Fred who greets me. I believe that he's watching over me and every decision I ever make I can practically hear him telling me what to do. I have love for Daniel but I am not in love with him, I will never be in love with anyone like I was with Fred, he was it for me. But I can't have him. I think he knows I would always pick him, I would still pick, I wish it were him. So, George, would he hate me for having a life without him?"
"You had a forever with Fred. It wasn't your forever, but it was his. I never saw him so happy. He wouldn't hate you. Just, for me, don't forget him,"
"I won't George. Nothing else comes close. It never will,"
I've spent a lifetime givin' you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'til forever falls apart
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a simple favour - part three
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fred weasley x fem!reader
summary: it was all in her best interests, fred never meant to catch feelings for her. it had started as a simple favour.
words: 3,721
warnings: swearing , tw: stalking / stalker , smut in later parts (18+)
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Ron and George found Fred with his head in his hands, sitting by the fire.
“What have you done?” His younger brother asked, anger already in his voice.
What had he done? He’d pushed her so far away, in fear of losing himself to her, that he never even stopped to realise what it could be doing to her. Those awkward smiles, uncomfortable glances, that she gave him wasn’t because he was being too close but because he would back off.
He hated her for making him feel bad, he wanted her gone. It would’ve been the easier option if they had never met at all. He was sabotaging himself from the start. Fred had told himself, the more distance between him and y/n the less broken he would feel.
Yet here he was, worrying for her and hoping she wasn’t still angry at him. He wanted her to be okay, and he hated the idea that she could blame him for her heartbreak. It was evident in her eyes, he could see it now, she hated that he would let go of her hands. When he too, never wanted to lose that touch.
“What is it Fred?” George asked, reminding him that they were still there awaiting an answer.
“She’s a bitch.” He spat out, too quickly to stop himself. Ron went for him, fists flying with a cry of ‘you prick!’ repeated over and over as the other twin held him back.
Fred didn’t care anymore, she was already mad at him. He wasn’t going to change that, so he’d just have to play into it even more. He hated her, he hated that he loved her, and he hated that he wanted her in his arms right this second.
-
“Hagrid… hagrid.” I whisper-shouted, knocking gently on his hut. A loud groan from inside sounded, then a few bangs, before he threw the door open.
“What the bleedin’ hell you doin’ here y/n, it’s late.”
“Can I come in?” I begged, he nodded, knowing it must be something important or else I would have waited until morning.
He made me a cup of tea, and sat down across the table, watching me sip slowly.
“I’ve seen you and Fred are a thing,” He laughed.
“It’s a bit complicated…” “Is he the one giving you grief?”
“Oh there’s more than one,” I laughed, sighing.
“I can feed all of them to buckbeak if need be?” He chuckled, throwing Fang another slab of meat to chew on. “You can stay here as long as you need darling, don’t you worry.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, going to take another sip but getting halting as I heard voices in the distance.
I recognised it as Harry and Hermione, moving to duck away from the window.
“What’s wrong?” Hagrid asked, noticing the pair walking down the path.
“I don’t want to talk with them right now, can you not tell them I’m here?”
“They’ll wanna come in, you’ll have to sneak out the back to avoid them.” I nodded and ran to the back door, covered by the kitchen’s cabinets while their urgent knocks sounded on the door. The big man answered as normal, feigning surprise at their late visit and sparking up some random conversation as to distract them slightly.
My trembling hands opened the back door slowly, all the while watching to see if they would come into view. I bumped into a body, stood at the back door. Hermione raised her eyebrows at me, amused, and crossed her arms.
“Let’s go.” She smiled and took my hand.
She didn’t make me talk to any of the others, just led me silently back to our dorm and locked the door behind us.
“What’s gone on, Ron went ballistic on Fred. Did he do something?” She was genuinely concerned, sitting me down and putting a gentle arm around my shoulder.
Hermione was the only person who held me close, and meant well while she was doing it. I broke down, bursting into a stream of tears and crumbling into a ball. She hushed me, resting a hand on my back and letting me catch my breath before making me talk.
“I’ve fucked things up with Fred,”
“What happened?”
“God, he drives me mad!”
“Y/n concentrate,” Her tone was stern, but she just wanted to understand. I nodded through the tears, moving my hair from out of my face.
“Cormac found me by the lake… and f-followed me back, asking all these h-horrible things about me and Fred,” I struggled to talk normally, sniffling between every other word.
“Oh y/n,” The girl said sympathetically, pulling me into her side even more.
“Fred saw him doing it, so he made him leave… a-and I just lost it with him. I w-went mental f-for no reason.” I cried harder. Thinking about how much he deserved it, but how none of it made me feel any better. “I feel like shit for it.. B-but I can’t apologise.”
“He doesn’t deserve an apology y/n, you needed to yell at him so you did. It’s much better than hiding things.”
“He’s such a dick,” I hiccuped against her, making her giggle. “I think I like him,”
“What?”
I think she must have been genuinely surprised, after hearing about our argument and how much he presumably hated me. Hermione assumed I would want nothing to do with the stupid redhead.
“But I thought you-” “I can’t explain it, I'm sorry!” I sobbed, “I hate him, I hate how ignorant he is. How he has no regard for my feelings, and I hate that there’s no goddam emotion inside him. But when he likes me, when people are around, it feels so real. All I can think about is whether that’s something, that there’s a small part of him that wants me too.”
Hermione just hugged me more, letting me spill out my feelings one after the other like an unrelenting storm.
“I’m sorry it’s like this.” “I hate him Hermione, I hate him so much.” I cried out.
-
On the other side of the door, Fred’s hand hovered in a fist, ready to knock. He had come to apologise, to explain why he’d been acting so off and maybe confess to her the reasons he avoided her so often. But then he heard the words come from her voice, the same words he’d been begging to hear from her.
I hate him
It was supposed to make things easier for him, he was meant to want this from her. Yet his heart ached more than ever before. If that was how she felt, he had no choice now but to go along with it. There was no changing y/n’s mind, regardless of the love he had in his heart for her.
So he turned and left, silently, taking each stone step one at a time as not to alarm the girls inside the dorm. Ron was sporting a black eye, George not having done a very good job of holding him back. He scowled at Fred, ashamed that his brother couldn’t even do the decent thing and apologise to her.
He ignored these looks and left, hearing two first years whisper about his and y/n’s argument on the way past their dorm. There weren’t any details, just that it had happened. Which meant things needed to carry on as normal.
-
All of us gathered into Harry’s dorm room the next day, Fred hunched by the door with a sour look on his face. It was like getting a moody toddler to come to a play-date he didn’t want to go on. I’d scoffed when he came in, earning a glare to remind me of how awful he could be.
“Cormac isn’t going to leave her alone any time soon, so I’m sorry you two but this is gonna carry on for a while longer.” Hermione explained, treating us like squabbling siblings. At the end of the day, we were the ones to decide whether it would go on or not. But I knew that Mclaggen would become the bigger issue if Fred wasn’t around, and he must have known it too because there were no refusals. I sighed, shrugging my shoulders and Fred just nodded in silence. His eyes were trained to the floor, not wanting to look my way.
“You don’t have to do this,” Ron whispered to me, making his brother look up.
“Yes they do,” Hermione huffed, knowing she’d make the boy fully understand.
“It isn’t fair, he’s acting like a royal cock!” He pointed to Fred, accusingly.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at my friend’s words.
“You haven’t exactly been pleasant.” Fred spat back at me, finally his eyes lifting from the floor and burning into my own.
“At least I’m better than you,” I defended, scoffing at him.
Harry stopped us both, reminding everyone that this wasn’t going to work if we kept fighting. But Fred and I were too far gone.
-
The bitterness continued between us for days, any second away from people’s eyes and we were right back at each other's throats. Even Ron was getting bored of their unrelenting arguments, often being the one to intervene when we got out of hand.
I quickly found out how easy it was to wind Fred up, and in doing so I didn’t feel as bad about his rejection. Pissing him off made me forget what feelings I’d had, and seeing him annoyed was a joy to me now.
“You’re being a real bitch today,” He had whispered to me over dinner one day, when I refused to hold his hand. Some people had seen me slide mine away as he’d reached out, and he hated that. It made him look needy, and that set him off.
“I’m only copying you darling,” I smiled innocently, aware of the constant eyes on us. He took a deep breath, trying so hard not to storm off then and there.
Rumours had spread of our initial spat in the common room, many first years having heard me shout at him, and since then we’d needed to up our game in order to make people think everything was fine between us.
“Leave me alone,” I would hiss when he sat with me in the library.
“You know I can’t,” He’d huffed, sliding a book away and throwing another one my way. I just dodged it hitting my head as he didn’t bother to look while chucking them around.
“Admit it,” I smirked when he sat back down beside me, intent on ignoring my looks. “You love spending time with me.”
His face had turned, closer than I’d realised we were, and he was blank as he stared back at me. It was like he was stuck there, watching me.
“You’re freaking me out,” I laughed, backing off and leaning back in my chair with a smirk.
-
Fred faced her, too close for comfort, and mulled over what she’d said. He knew she was joking but it was a bodily reaction. He did love spending time with her, even if everytime they were alone it was full of insults and bickering, it was worth it.
It was another side of her that he’d never experienced, but when she was mad at him or revelling in teasing him, y/n became hotter than ever before. Those glaring eyes being the best thing he’d ever experienced. Now that they argued he wasn’t scared to admit that to himself.
She’d leant back, mumbling something about him being ‘freaky’ and he returned to his book, the words irrelevant as he stared at the page thoughtlessly. He still hated her, despised her even, but it was a new feeling. He wanted her more now, which was annoying, but he couldn’t resist her.
Her hair had gotten lighter now that the sun shone outside, and she was wearing it up a lot more, showing off her features like she was a statue. He would put her in an art gallery, he thought about that a lot.
Her side profile was his favourite, because she couldn’t notice him stare then, but also because it showed off everything perfectly. The angle of her nose, the way her lips protruded out when she concentrated, her eyes flickering over a page rapidly.
Yes, he hated her more than anyone else he’d ever met, except maybe Cormac, but it was only because he loved every single stupid thing about her. It was an excruciating conflict.
-
“You really think he’s cute?” I screeched at Hermione as we painted each other’s nails, my hand was in hers as she shakily held the small brush. She’d briefly mentioned how Oliver Wood had come up to talk to her after the quidditch match the other night.
“He’s okay,” She laughed, blowing the varnish dry. “I think he was flirting with me,”
“Oh my goodness Mione, he’s an older boy.” I teased her.
“Stop it, you can’t laugh at me when you go on and on about Lee Jordan.”
“I do not!”
“Oh isn’t he sweet mione, look he’s smiling!” Footsteps sounded on the stairs leading to our room, but Hermione was too busy doing her impression to hear it. Fred stood in the doorway as she carried on, frowning at her. “God! Mione, do you think Lee’s good in bed.”
She laughed even harder after seeing the boy watch her. He seemed to have caught onto what she’d been doing and rolled his eyes.
“Ron said he’s heading to do the charms essay,” He grunted, watching her gasp and jump up.
“Oh god I forgot, I’ll be back later y/n sorry.” I just smiled, watching her hurry to collect her books and run off.
Fred stayed in the doorway.
“Are you his little messenger now?” I mocked him with a baby-like voice.
“Shut the fuck up,” “Oh no of course, you’re way too dumb for a job like that.”
“Do you really think Lee would ever like you?” He tried to stab at me, crossing his arms.
“So you’ve resorted to eavesdropping now?”
“You’re not even good enough for him.” He ignored me.
“Are you getting jealous?” I laughed. “Scared of losing your boyfriend, or worse… your fake girlfriend.”
His eyes were dark and looming. But it didn’t last long as Fred got bored of the teasing and left without a single word. I felt as though I’d won, hearing his footsteps go away again as I laid back on my bed with a sigh of relief.
-
The next day, there was yet another quidditch match which Hermione begged me to go to with her. I agreed, forgetting that I would have to cheer on Fred as he flew around. I almost puked on the spot when he blew a kiss my way. Hermione laughed her head off about it, starting to find our rivalry hilarious.
It luckily didn’t last forever, Harry being the one to end it with the snitch clutched between his fingers. I thanked god, as it was freezing cold up in the stands, and headed down to the pitch with Mione to be with the other Gryffindors celebrating the win.
Lee waved at me across the crowd, coming over to tell me a message for Fred. I smiled, nodding and not listening to a single word he said, I was never going to pass it on. But I could see Fred in the distance watching the two of us talk. He was furious, fists clenched, but I just smirked over at him while Lee wasn’t watching. I shivered, having forgotten my coat.
“Oh here, have this.” The boy in front of me took off his own and wrapped it round my shoulders kindly. “I’m heading inside now anyway, just leave it with Fred.” I thanked him as he left, heading over to Fred with a very smug smile on my face.
“Proud?” he asked me, deadpan.
“Of you? Always!” I faked, giving him a hug and leaning into his ear. “Still think I’m not good enough?”
-
Fred had wanted to punch the boy on the spot, and he would have done so if there weren’t so many people around. It gave her even more confidence now, to act as though she was the one controlling things, which made him boil up by the second.
Later that night, when no one could find y/n or Lee, Fred decided to search alone for them. If he could find them together, he could finally have a good enough reason to be angry at her. But the fear of finding them with his hands all over her made the boy feel sick.
-
“Y/n?” She had hoped no one would find her here again, Harry’s invisibility cloak folded beside her in case she needed to hide from Cormac again. But it was Lee, standing at the top of the hill calling down to her. She walked up to him, confused as to why he was here.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, of course.” I grinned at him. “Thank you for lending me your coat earlier, I left it with George.”
“Oh right,” He seemed confused.
“Is something wrong?”
“I just - are things with you and Fred okay? He doesn’t mention you much, I was actually kind of surprised when you two got together.”
“Why’s that?”
“You know, he was useless with girls-” I laughed, it just slipped out before I could hold it. “Then he just ends up with you out of nowhere.”
“Uh yeah, I guess so but he just had a bit of courage.” I lied.
“I’d had my suspicions about him, I’d never thought he would ever end up asking you though. Thought he’d keep it hidden like all of his other crushes.”
Fred had a crush on me beforehand. None of it made sense, how could he be this riled up over everything I did if he used to crush on me. Before I had a chance to think over it at all, another voice sounded, coming down the track towards Lee and I.
“Y/n” Speak of the devil, Fred had venom on his tongue as he spat out my name. “Where have you been, I’ve been looking.”
“I’ve been here,” I smiled innocently, but he didn’t reciprocate, unbothered by his anger in Lee’s presence.
“Well I need to talk to you,”
“Okay I’ll come in later.” I liked seeing his face change as I pushed his buttons. Lee was growing more and more uncomfortable as Fred became more and more furious at me.
“No. Now.”
“I’m gonna go back,” The third wheel spoke quietly, excusing himself to walk quickly off.
“Now look what you’ve done,” I teased, turning and heading back down to the lake.
“Are you enjoying this?” He shouted after me.
“Very much so,” I laughed, making him grunt and follow.
“You’re a bitch, you know that?”
“And you’ve always hated me, so what difference does it make?” I whipped round, the water closer behind me now.
“I have my reasons,” He scoffed, managing the fury a little better now as I stared at him.
“Good for you.” I spun round, eyes on the moonlit water as it rippled gently.
“I don’t want Lee,” I admitted in the dark, not daring to look at him as he came to my side. “He’s too nice.”
“Of course he’s too nice for you.”
“Stop it.”
“Why, don’t you like when I tease you for once?” He huffed.
“Just shut up, I’m sick of the sound of your voice.”
“You’re sick of me?” He seemed genuinely mad at this, his breath faster as he started ranting. “I am so sick of you, it’s unbearable. I’m bored of spending every single day acting all lovey-dovey just so you don’t get harassed. I wish I didn’t have to look at you, honestly, you’re stupid fucking face.” He pushed me slightly, making me stumble back and stare at him. “Oh god everything about you is just disgustingly perfect, don’t you realise!” He shouted out, like I was deaf. “I can’t stand being around you, because all I want to do is fucking kiss you and keep you away from any guy who dares look at you. Then here you are, sneaking around with my friend. God, you get everything you want like it’s easy and I’m here doing all I can to convince myself that I actually hate you.” There was a silence as I took in what he’d said.
“You’re a slut.” He spat. I smacked him across the face, a sharp slap that echoed in the cold air. His face flew to the side, a small scratch appearing on his reddened cheek where my ring had caught him. He looked up at me, a look of horror fading as he looked down at my lips desperately. “Kiss me,”
I grabbed his face roughly, his hands grabbing me tight as if I’d try to run away. But I wouldn’t dare, not after feeling his lips. They were perfect, and intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of them as much as he kissed me back like his life depended on it. I ran my fingers through his hair, moaning at the sounds it created from him. He spoke quickly, not wanting to pull away for a single second.
“What’s wrong with us,” He’d gasped, hands now roaming across my body. I pulled back, making him frown at me with confusion.
“I love you.” I told him, the words coming out like I was under a spell. “I’m sorry for acting like a bit-”
“Don’t you dare say it,” He grinned, grabbing my face and kissing me even harder than before. “You’re perfect, even when you hate my guts.” I chuckled, feeling vulnerable in his hold but loving it all at the same time. “I’m sorry that I hid the truth.”
“Shut up, and kiss me.”
He laughed at my urgency, picking me up and making me squeal, my lips still interlocked with his own. I moaned still, loving the feeling of having his body pressed right up against me, and I could tell that we both needed more. Fred pushed himself against me and I gasped.
“The boathouse.” I begged and he nodded.
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honouraryweasley12 · 3 years ago
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Defender
Written for the 2021 @romioneficfest.
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Hermione's pace slowed, boredom and loneliness taking hold as she patrolled the castle. All too often she'd felt the pull of self-pity, though she detested moping and feeling sorry for herself.
She could trace the feeling back to that evening months before, when Ron and Lavender became a couple—and she lost her best friend. Ron had tried to make up with her, his efforts intensifying as of late, but she couldn't do it.
She couldn't be happy for him, as horrible as that was.
Not when he'd crushed her heart, and certainly not after she'd made a fool of herself with her petty attempts at revenge; the cattiness, name calling, and efforts to make him jealous. She felt sick that she'd stooped as low as taking Cormac to that party. Where her feelings for Ron were concerned, she seemed to lose all semblance of logic.
She sighed, half-heartedly checking a few classrooms for wayward students or snogging couples, her mind slipping to memories of better days.
One of the best things that had come from being a Prefect was that she got to spend so much time with Ron. They'd really gotten to know one another during their nightly walks around the castle, often sharing things they didn't tell anyone else… Funny stories from their youth, their concerns and fears, and even on the rare occasion, their hopes and dreams.
Since their falling out however, they had been avoiding each other like the plague, even on patrols. She hated it, and it was severely affecting her enjoyment of having such a key responsibility at Hogwarts.
A noise at the end of the hall startled her, and she briskly strode to the source. It sounded like muffled voices, and she immediately suspected who it might be.
Hermione heard the voices again, her ire rising. She'd reprimanded the two Seventh Year Gryffindors more than twenty minutes ago during her rounds, but she would have to do so again. She was about to turn the corner when she heard a third voice, this one achingly familiar. She immediately stopped and hid, flattening herself against the wall before peeking out from her spot.
"What are you doing out at this time? It's past curfew," Ron asked as he walked up to the two other boys. Though he towered over them, she could see his reluctance at confronting students older than him, perhaps because they were also known to be close friends with McLaggen. However, as a Prefect, it was his duty.
The two boys, Branson and Smith, gave each other a quick look before replying. "We were just going back to the tower, I swear," Smith began, before nudging his mate. "This one has a bird in Ravenclaw and was saying good night. It's always the smart ones, eh?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at the idiotic boys and their ridiculous excuses. She wanted to scream at Ron to do something and not let them off.
Ron eyed them suspiciously, before addressing Smith. "If he was saying good night to his girlfriend, what were you doing then?"
"Oh, I'm keen on her friend. Was trying to get a good night snog of my own. Valentine's Day is coming up after all." He gave Ron a friendly punch on the arm, a transparent attempt to buddy up with him and avoid trouble. "Know what I mean, Weasley?"
Ron frowned, but didn't reply.
"Besides," Branson pleaded. "Granger just caught us out and took away points—for the third bloody time this week."
Ron eyed them with reluctance. "Well, if Hermione already took away points, I'll let you off with a warning. Just hurry back to the Common Room and I won't do anything else."
Hermione wanted to stomp her feet and give them all a piece of her mind. Those scheming boys, and Ron for believing their lies.
"Thanks, mate."
"Yeah, thanks." Smith piped up, a smile on his face. "Granger's been on the warpath for months. You know, ever since you started up with Lavender Brown, she's been a real bitch."
Hermione stifled a sudden sob. She'd been called horrible things before, and while that caused her pain, the thought of Ron agreeing with them hurt her heart tremendously. She placed her trust in him that he was better than that, and her fears were quickly disproven.
"OY!" Ron's face was murderous, his ears flushing red as he brought his wand up threateningly, pointing it at them. "Don't you ever talk about her like that again! Hermione is the best person I know. She's smarter than you two tossers combined, brave, beautiful, and an amazing friend. Fifty points from Gryffindor."
They had cowered back at Ron's sudden fury, unable to even defend themselves or complain about the harsh penalty. They too had misjudged Ron's feelings about her and were now paying the price.
"Get back to the Common Room before I report you to McGonagall," Ron ordered through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing. "And watch your mouth, Smith. "
They turned around, grumbling to themselves as they quickly retreated down the corridor.
She could see Ron trembling from the confrontation as he slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath after the rush of adrenaline. He let out a groan and banged the back of his head repeatedly against the stone as he looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, always the smart ones."
He laughed mirthlessly, continuing to talk to himself. "Stuck with the girl you don't want and hated by the girl you... How did I fuck this up so badly?"
She pushed down another sob, this one out of happiness. She would've hugged him if they hadn't been on the outs, knowing that he did feel something for her. He had called her beautiful and she'd never heard him speak about her with such passion. Even though there was no reason for him to, he still defended her. He didn't know she was listening to the exchange. How could he?
It meant that he still cared about her, that things between them weren't completely unsalvageable.
She almost squeaked as he pushed himself off the wall and walked past her hiding spot. He was so close, she could hear him mumbling something about 'barmy girls', his head hanging down and his shoulders slumped. Had he just glanced up, he would've seen her.
He was missing her as much as she missed him, that much was clear. She could feel an inkling of hope—a feeling she had been suppressing for a good portion of the year—bubbling up and lifting her spirits. After everything that happened, Ron was still her staunchest defender.
If their friendship could be saved, perhaps there was a chance for them yet.
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writesowhatnext · 4 years ago
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wouldn’t bet on it // seamus finnigan
Summary: Seamus isn’t just your boyfriend, he’s also the cattiest, judgiest best friend you could’ve asked for
Request: Can you do a fluffy Seamus Finnigan imagine during 6th year where Seamus is dating a Pureblood so she gets forced to go to Slughorn's party and takes Seamus but they ditch early to celebrate their 2 year anniversary (they got together at the Yule Ball)? Also if you wanted to, you can include that they've been watching/giving advice about all the relationship drama between their friends
A/N: I sort of kinda made the reader a non-Gryffindor so big oops but tbf slytherin!reader is my favourite thing as I am completely biased also this is like a combo of the books and films bc I needed a refresher
Reader: unspecified, non-Gryffindor
Warnings: swearing I’m sorry, kissing
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If anyone had looked at you and Seamus at that moment, they would’ve said that you were a pair of gossipy bitches and whilst you would never actually knowingly agree with them, you had to acknowledge the element of truth in the accusation.
“Two galleons says Granger is thinking about Weasley,” you whispered, tilting your head towards him, trying to hide your smile behind your glass. You hated these stupid parties, or anywhere, really, where you were invited because you were a pureblood and then had to spend time with other purebloods. However, you did enjoy picking apart the relationships of the school and more than anything, you enjoyed being at Seamus’ side.
“Two galleons? You’re mad. No way. You can’t tell what she’s thinking,” he insisted, shaking his head and leaning backwards.
“Oh really?” you asked, turning towards him with raised eyebrows and a smile. He frowned at you; eyes trained on your face. “Watch and learn, my love, watch and learn.”
You both turned to watch Hermione Granger disappear behind the curtain next to you, hiding from her date, the Quidditch meathead, McLaggen. He’d been handsy and annoying all night and whilst he was a complete idiot, she had invited him. In your book, as long as he wasn’t an arse, she’d just have to cope. Almost seconds later, Harry Potter walked towards you, frowning. He looked at you and Seamus; the both of you conspiratorially standing in the corner of the room, as thick as thieves, watching him. He was slightly caught off guard by your stare but shook his head, remembering Hermione. When he too disappeared behind the curtain, you and Seamus both leant toward it, eavesdropping.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” Harry asked, standing in front of her. “And what happened to you?”
She sighed and you glanced smugly at Seamus behind you. He poked you in the side gently in response.
“I’ve just escaped-“
“McLaggen.” You and Seamus whispered at the same time.
“I mean,” she carried on, looking very concerned. “I’ve left Cormac under the mistletoe.”
You tried to contain your snort, shaking your head at the image of that imbecile abandoned in a doorway.
“Cormac?” Harry frowned and you looked up at Seamus to see the same distasteful expression. “That’s who you invited?”
“I thought it would annoy Ron the most…” she admitted, running her hands up and down her arms.
With that, you circled back to face Seamus, a cocky smirk on your lips. Surprised at first, his expression turned rather unimpressed as his shoulders deflated.
“Two galleons it is,” he sighed, clenching his jaw as he placed his hand on your waist, moving so he was stood behind you. You leant into him, sipping from your drink as Longbottom meandered around in a gaudy white uniform with a tray of drinks. Whoever gave Longbottom a tray of glasses, you thought, did not know him well.
“Don’t worry,” you mused, placing a light kiss on the underside of Seamus’ jaw before turning back around. “That can be your compensation for coming with me to this.”
“Pfft. This party may be a load of rubbish,” as he leant closer to you, you could feel his breath on your cheek. You both looked over at Zabini in a group with some other Slytherins. “And full to the brim with self-important tools.”
“Is that really the end of the sentence? I’m sure there should be a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled.
“Couldn’t let anyone else come with ‘ya, could I? Have ‘em steal you away from me.”
“Nobody here is interesting enough.”
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t get used to it,” you smiled, wetting your lips cheekily as he gripped your waist with both hands, jabbing his fingers into your sides to make you laugh.
You would’ve drawn quite a bit of attention had Filch not stumbled in holding Malfoy by the scruff of his neck.
“Someone’s in trouble,” you muttered.
“When you thought it couldn’t get worse.”
Although you both loved hearing the classic school gossip and enjoyed nothing more than Malfoy getting berated, when you turned to look at him, you could tell you were both thinking the same thing.
“Wanna wag?” you asked, an eyebrow raised with a smiled. He looked at Snape, who had appeared out of nowhere to scold Malfoy, and then back at you. He watched the way you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in amusement before he kissed his teeth.
“Come on then, you rebel.”
Avoiding Snape and Filch expertly (practice making perfect), you both snuck out from the party, walking around the castle in your evening dress. You probably should’ve been quieter given the time and the fact that you weren’t where you were supposed to be, but when you were with Seamus, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You always ended up having a riot.
“Have you heard about Dean and Ginny Weasley?” you asked, letting go of his hand and walking ahead into the courtyard. The moonlight cast an iridescent light onto your skin and Seamus stopped short, watching you, remembering the last time he’d seen you dressed like this.
“Anybody there?” you waved your arm at him, noticing his glazed-over eyes.
“What are you on about?”
He walked closer to you, out into the courtyard, almost stumbling on the uneven cobblestones.
“I said,” you made a face as you wound your arms around his neck. “Have you heard about Dean and the Weasley girl?”
He didn’t even try to seem interested as his hands found your waist and pulled you into him.
“You look just as beautiful as you did two years ago.”
You bit your lip at his words, remembering the Yule Ball like it was yesterday.
“You look awfully handsome, too,” you brought one of your arms around his head, pressing your thumb into his eyebrows. He just stared at you, his eyes shining, completely unfazed by your movement. “I’m glad they finally grew back.”
“You cheeky-“
You tried to pull away, knowing his reaction, but his arms held you in place as he poked at your sides. A loud, cackling laugh filled the courtyard as you pushed against his chest to get away from his ticking hands.
“Shhh,” he insisted, his expression mocking. “Or we’ll get caught, won’t we?”
You made a face at him, sticking your tongue out. He smiled at that, the same charming smile you remembered from the ball.
“It’s been two years since you first kissed me,” you said proudly, slotting your thumb behind his ear and cupping his neck. You scratched his head softly with your fingernails and he leant into your touch.
“Can’t believe I didn’t do it sooner to shut you up-“ You gasped, an angry pout pulling at your lips. “Y/N, love,” he said, unable to contain his grin. “I love you, but you’re a massive gobshite.”
You crinkled your nose as your mouth twitched in amusement and you couldn’t help but pinch the back of his neck lightly, drawing a disgruntled huff from him.
“What I can’t believe is that you haven’t kissed me yet tonight.”
“Not for lack of wanting, believe me.”
“Crack on with it then.”
When he kissed you then, his hands pulling you even closer, you were reminded of how confident he’d seemed when he asked you to the Yule Ball, the way he’d told you that you looked ‘grand’ when he first saw you that night, his barely contained nerves when he’d tried to dance with you. It reminded you of every time you’d teased him about his explosive tendencies and every time you’d kissed before and in the moonlight, it felt like everything you’d ever wanted in life. He’d only just opened his mouth for the fun stuff when you heard Filch across the courtyard.
“What is going on here?” he shouted, already hobbling after you. You barely had time to remove your lips from his when a breathless laugh escaped your mouth.
“Bollocks,” Seamus whispered before he was already off, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him as you ran away from Filch, your laughter tumbling behind you into the open sky of the courtyard.
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Revenge
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Word Count: 2,545
Request: Hi love, can I get 82 and 78 with Fred Weasley? I love your writing btw 💕💕💕
78: "This is illegal isnt it?"
82: "I will face god as I walk backward into hell."
Summary: After her boyfriend cheats on her Fred and George help reader get revenge
A/n: I am so sorry this is so late. My summer has been shit, my bestfriend started dating the guy I have liked for over a year, and my other friend is pissed at me rn sooo yeah life is great. Anyway, sorry again and I'll try to catch up on some writing. Hope u guys enjoy!
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You woke up to a blinding light turning your eyelids from a dark peaceful space to a bloody red one. You groaned opening them slowly and painfully squinting against the sunlight filtering through the large windows in the common room. 
Groaning in confusion you began to gain your senses back, along with memories from the night before. You remembered winning the quidditch game by barely a second then the raging party afterwards, and the number of shots you had taken quickly and painlessly to celebrate your win. 
And now you were tangled in limbs with someone on a couch not daring to move because of the pounding in your head that felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer every other second.
Finally the sting slowed to a dull throb and you sat up trying to ignore the intensifying pain once again rising in your head. You looked around to find your legs wrapped around your best friend's. Your head had been in the crook of his arm and you had to push his other arm off your shoulder. 
You slid your legs off of Fred and stood up causing the red headed boy to stir but not wake. You then began to take in your soundings. 
The floor was littered with red plastic cups and garbage. There was red and gold confetti everywhere and red streamers across the balcony above. 
You sighed and headed up to your dorm pressing in on your temples. You quickly got changed at went down to the common room. You and Cormac were supposed to meet up for breakfast -you had agreed to do so before the match- but now he was probably passed out and hungover. 
You sighed and decided to go check. If he was asleep you would just wake up Fred to go with you. 
You headed up the stairs your headache fading away thanks to the healing potion you had downed upstairs.
You pushed open the door and was met with two pairs of eyes. One was the hazel of your boyfriend and the others were the deep brown of Katie Bell. 
You stumbled backwards at the sight in front of you. Your eyes became blurry with tears. Why was Katie here? Why was she half naked? And why was SHE ON TOP OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!
"You asshole!" You spat out tears streaming down your cheeks. 
Cormac pushed Katie off of him and started towards you. 
"Shit y/n, I-I didn't mean for you to see that." 
"No shit." You gritted out fury and sadness budding inside you.
He tried to step towards you but you took a step back, "Y/n I-"
"Eight months," you scoffed the comfort you had seen in his eyes gone. "Eight fucking months!"
He flinched at your words as if each one was a slap to the face. 
"You threw away eight months to fuck a slut like Katie Bell?!" You screeched not caring that you had just woken a dozen hungover teenagers.
"Hey!" Katie yelled clearly offended. 
You turned to her with fury in your eyes that made her cower, "You don't get to speak."  You hissed. Katie shut her lips tight and retreated into the corner.
"Don't take this out on her." Cormac said.
"You're defending her!" Your words were sharp and haunted. 
"Your one to talk of being a slut when your sleeping with Weasley!" 
You let out a sour laugh, "Who? Fred?" 
"Yeah Fred, you're all over him!" 
"You know what McLaggen?" You scoffed. "I should have been with Fred."
"Yeah, you think you should have been with him?!" Cormac yelled taking a step toward you, "Then go! Go fuck Weasley!"
You looked up at him tears leaving shimmering trails down your cheeks. Your eyes filled with a dark fire, "Go fuck yourself McLaggen." You seethed before turning on your heels and darting down the stairs. 
You were met with 11 pairs of eyes each showed emotions ranging from anger to pity. The latter more common than the former. 
"Shows over." You murmured angrily. 
Most eyes darted away from you and you scoffed before walking towards the portrait hole. You were stopped by a hand catching g your wrist. 
It was Fred, he tried to pull you into a hug while murmuring comforting words but you pulled away angrily. You left tears dripping from your chin as your crimson robes billowed behind you.
It had been a week. A week of the glances and the whispers. A week of the pitying looks and pointed fingers. A week of anger and sadness.
Fred watched you suffer for a week and he was done. He couldn't stand watching you fall apart over a boy who you should've been with in the first place. He tried to comfort you but his attempts failed each time. So he decided you needed the next best thing. 
Revenge.
Fred and George had a special talent when it came to revenge. So when they found you drunk and alone on the dock to the Black Lake, they decided to take action.
It took the twins two days to come up with the perfect prank. They wanted something that would humiliate him to no end but not physically hurt him. 
Well, George to remind Fred of the last part more often than not when the older twin came up with ideas that could seriously injure their target. 
Finally they struck gold on a plan. 
You sat in the library trying to focus on your potions essay instead of the group of fourth years that were giggling behind their hands pointing at you every so often. You finally snapped whipping around to face the group. 
"You point at me one more time and I will cut that finger off." You threatened your voice low and menacing. 
The younger students flashed red, eyes widened before mumbling an apology and quickly exiting the library. 
"Well you scared the shit out of them." George laughed taking a seat next to you and snatching the quill from your hand. 
You sighed, "What do you what Weasley?"  
"This is about what you want, what you need." Fred stated sliding on your other side and throwing his arm around your shoulders. 
"What's that?" You grumbled visibly annoyed. 
"Revenge." Both twins voiced at the same time smirks taking over their pink lips. 
And for the first time in weeks you felt a smile across your lips, "Alright, what are we talking?" 
You stood in front of the portrait entrance watching as the twins set up the trip wire. 
You giggled, "This is illegal isn't it?" 
"Nah," Fred smiled back at you he had missed the sound of your laughter. 
"It does break about 30 different school rules though." George shrugged. 
"Good." You grinned flashing your white teeth. "That means it's going to be brilliant."
"That also means we need a getaway plan." Fred pointed out, sighing and backing away from his masterpiece. 
"We could make a run for the closet in the charms room." You suggested. 
"Good idea but all three of us won't fit." George explained. 
"Okay, we'll go there and you make a run for the astronomy tower." Fred offered smirking at his astounded brother. 
"What! Why do you get to go to the easy spot?" Goerge asked visibly annoyed. 
"Because I called it." Fred replied, clearly proud of himself.
"The only reason you want to hide in a closet with y/n is because-" George was cut by a particularly cold glare from his twin.
"Because what?" You asked looking back and forth from the boys. 
"Nothing." Goerge grumbled rolling his eyes.
You mimicked his actions and sighed, you weren't going to get an answer out of the two any time soon. 
"Ok so y/n your going to lead him out then we will let the magic happen. " Fred grind.
"This better work." You mumbled. 
"It'll work." George asherrd you. 
"Hey McLaggen, I want to talk to you." When those words left your mouth everyone in the common room snapped their attention to you, as usual they had nothing else to do but wait around like vaulters for something interesting to happen.
Cormac smirked looking up at you, "Alright sweetheart."
You almost slapped him, you managed to take a deep breath and force a smile on your face as you walked towards the exit with him. 
Just before you exited the portrait hole you looked straight up at him and punched him square in the jaw. Your fist connected with his face and he stumbled backwards clutching the spot where he had just been hit. 
Gasps were heard from behind you as some people stood up to get a better view of the scene unfolding in front of them.
"You bitch!" He shrieked, " Your gonna rot in Hell. Rot!" 
You sprinted away from him as he started after you. You were sure to step over the tripwire as you darted out of the way. 
You turned just as he tripped over the thin wire sprawling to the ground. 
"I will face god as I walk backward into hell!"  You yelled at him flipping him off as you walked backwards. 
You watched with a satisfied smile as the boy who had caused you so much pain was dumped in black ink. 
The second the rotten smelling ink covered him George cast a Bedazzling hex and seconds afterwards Fred cast a bat bogey hex and an Antler jinx. 
You burst into laughter watching as the boy stumbled around blindly covered in vomit scented ink growing antlers as his own mucus grew wings and attacked his face. 
"Come on y/n!" Fred yelled snatching your hand and darting towards the East wing. 
The two of you burst into the Charms classroom and darted for the closet. Fred shoved you inside before following and slamming the door behind him. 
You were still laughing the hilarious image of your ex-boyfriend dancing in your mind. 
Fred was smiling too, how could he not be happy when the sound of your laughter filled his ears? 
The two of you stood in the dark closet chests brushing for 4 minutes before your laughter died out, well was more cut off.
Fred heard voices and promptly slapped his hand over your mouth. Your laughter had still been to loud and as much as you tried to stop it you couldn't. So you did the next best thing. You buried your head deep into Fred's chest to muffle the sound. 
Fred had never been more thankful for the dark. He swore he was on fire when you had nuzzled into his sweatshirt, wrapping your arms around him. 
When you laughter finally did die you just stood there buried deep into his chest, hugging him tightly as you breathed in his sweet scent. 
"Thank you." You mumbled, voice barely audible.
"For what?" Fred asked face still hot. 
"For everything." You murmured, tried to snuggled deeper into Fred's soft sweatshirt. "You've done so much for me." 
"Y/n I would do anything for you." The red headed boy whispered wrapping his arms around you and burying his head into your y/h/c hair inhaling its signature floral scent. The scent he would recognize anywhere. "I love you y/n." 
The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them. His eyes went wide as you pulled away from him in shock. 
You felt your breath speed up, "What!?" You cried attempting to back up only to hit a shelf directly behind you. 
Fred felt like his whole world just came crashing down on him. He stumbled over his words trying to recover only to realize there was no going back. 
"You love me?" You asked eyes wide, eyebrows knitted together as confusions etched itself onto your face. 
Fred sighed looking helplessly down at his hands. He finally looked back up at you and exhaled loudly. "Yes." 
You stumbled falling against the wall coving your face with your hands. This was too much too soon. Your boyfriend cheats on you and your best friend says he loves you all in one week. This was way too much. 
"Look y/n I'm really sorry to spring this on you but it's about time I tell you I've loved you for 4 years." Fred declared. 
"FOUR YEARS?" You gasped mouth dropping open, eyed the size of golf balls as you ran your hand through your hair. 
"Yeah but it's all your fault." Fred snapped suddenly feeling angry at the girl for putting him through years of unrequited love.
"My fault!?" You yelled anger conquering your features. 
"Yeah!" Fred scoffed, "Your the one who had to be all pretty and smart. It's not my fault your perfect! Your the one who made me fall in love with you!" 
"What could I have possibly done to make you fall in love with me?!"
Fred's mouth now dropped, "Are you kidding?" He scoffed. 
"Do I look like I'm kidding?!" You asked impatiently. 
"What made me fall in love with you? Well let's see, how about the fact that you stand up for yourself no matter what, or the fact that you are smarter than the rest of the kids in our year combined. Or maybe that you make the best jokes and you are clever and witty in the best possible way. Or the fact that you are so stupidly beautiful I can't even look at you without imagining what it would be like to run my hands over your-!" 
His ranting was cut off when your reached up and grabbed his tie, roughly slamming your lips onto his.
His eyes widened in surprise before shutting slowly as he leaned into the kiss. 
One of your hands found their way to the back of his neck while your other ran through his fiery red hair, tugging lightly making him moan. When his lips parted you slipped your tongue inside them tasting butterbeer and chocolate, rich and sweet. 
His hands found your waist and pulled you close for a second until you pulled away. 
The two of you stood in the dark panting for a few seconds before Fred spoke. 
"Why did you do that?" He gasped eyes wide from surprise. 
"I don't know!" You yelled, "I just really wanted to kiss you all of the sudden!" 
"Well it was good." Fred replied 
"Yeah it was." You breathed out. 
Another few seconds of silence past. 
"Can I do it again?" Fred asked hope inlayed into each word.
"Yeah." You nodded before your lips were connected.
The ginger pushed you against the wall kissing you desperately, his tongue running over your lips before you opened them, pulling him impossibly closer to you by the neck. He started to unbutton  your shirt when you were unfortunately interrupted. 
Light flooded the closet and you both turned to see a disgusted twin. 
"I'm proud of you Fred, but stop before I puke." George grimaced. 
"Sorry." You mumbled pulling away from the boy and straightening your shirt. 
George began to walk away mumbling "The coast is clear." 
Fred brushed past you to follow him but before he could pass you grabbed his hand turning him towards you. 
"Hey Fred?" You asked 
"Yeah?"
"I think I love you too."
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