#george and luna

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Microfic May 2024 Masterlist

I enjoyed writing for Microfic May so much!! Here is a list of my full works from this year's prompts

Day 1 Create Sirius/Minerva

Day 2 Resplendent Lucius/Pansy

Day 3 Horizon Draco/Hermione

Day 4 Decision Genfic Pansy

Day 5 Dreams & Reality Genfic? Snape dreams of Lily

Day 6 Flare George/Luna

Day 7 Innocuous Draco/Hermione

Day 8 Will Genfic Draco as Potions Professor

Day 9 Agony Draco/Hermione

Day 10 Rise & Fall Draco/Hermione

Day 11 Curse Genfic Sirius

Day 12 Vivid George/Luna

Day 13 Talisman Draco/Hermione

Day 14 Humility Draco/Hermione

Day 15 Nothing & Everything Percy/Oliver

Day 16 Squabble Genfic The Golden Trio

Day 17 Worthy Draco/Hermione

Day 18 Healing Genfic Pansy

Day 19 Impatience Draco/Hermione

Day 20 alt. used Warmth & Idle Lavender/Charlie

Day 21 Unhand Sirius/Minerva

Day 22 Precious Ginny/Voldemort

Day 23 Mistake Genfic Lavender

Day 24 Elation Genfic Harry texting Hermione for help

Day 25 Day & Night Draco/Hermione

Day 26 Vex Draco/Hermione

Day 27 alt. used Evolve Draco/Hermione

Day 28 Fetching George/Luna

Day 29 Thrall Percy/Oliver

Day 30 First & Last Lucius/Pansy

Day 31 Fulfillment Genfic Harry

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Let Me Help | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: After losing a quidditch match, Fred is frustrated and you help him by giving him a post-match massage, which leads into something more, or well something sweet.

Warnings: massaging, making out, hickeys, moaning ig, praising (ish), slightly steamy but mostly fluffy, fluffy!fred, nap-time together, cuddling, littlespoon!reader, bigspoon!fred, pls i want to have nap-time in fred's arms

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The roar of the crowd had dwindled into murmurs as you, Hermione, and Luna sat on the bleachers, watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team gather on the pitch below. The match against Hufflepuff had ended moments ago, and to everyone’s surprise, Gryffindor had lost after a season of winning.

It wasn’t just a loss—it was a hard-fought game, filled with moments of near victory that had slipped through their fingers.

Fred and George, always the heart of the team, looked particularly worn down. Fred’s usual buoyant demeanour was dimmed, his lips were pressed in a firm line, nodding as Oliver clearly scolded him about something. He wasn’t one to take criticism lightly, especially not when he was already down.

“I think Wood's giving Fred a hard time,” Hermione murmured, squinting at the scene below.

“Fred looks sad,” Luna observed, tilting her head dreamily. “Maybe he’s just feeling the weight of the nargles today.”

You tried waving to Fred, catching his eye. "It's okay Freddie..." you mouthed, attempting to comfort him slightly from the bleachers.

He looked up and, instead of the cheeky grin and exaggerated gestures you were used to, he blew you a small, almost apologetic kiss.

It wasn’t the playful, confident one that usually made you laugh; it was soft, almost sad, and it made your heart ache.

“He’ll be okay,” Hermione reassured you as you all made your way down from the stands.

The walk back to Hogwarts was subdued. The team split off to the showers while you, Hermione, and Luna headed toward the common room. Your mind was on Fred the whole time, wondering how you could cheer him up.

When the players eventually returned, freshly showered but still visibly tired, you led the cheers in the common room to boost their spirits. George gave a half-hearted grin, Angelina and Katie exchanged appreciative smiles, but Fred hung back, his smile never quite reaching his eyes.

Determined to help him, you waited for the crowd to thin out before slipping away and making your way to the boys’ dormitory. Knocking softly, you peeked inside. Fred was sitting on his bed, his head resting in his hands, and the sight made your chest ache.

There was no sight of his dorm mates, they were likely out and about, lurking around campus somewhere.

He looked up when you entered, and his face softened immediately, though the exhaustion in his eyes noticeable.

“Hey,” you said gently, closing the door behind you.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice low. He patted the spot next to him, and you sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, though you already had a good idea.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Oliver. He’s... he’s been on my case. Said I was distracted during the match, that I wasn’t focused enough. Maybe he’s right.”

You frowned. “That’s not fair. I watched the whole match, Fred. You were brilliant out there.”

He shook his head, a humourless laugh escaping him. “Doesn’t feel like it. We lost. And Oliver... he’s just so stressed about this season. Guess I was an easy target today.”

Reaching out, you placed a hand on his arm, stroking gently. “Ignore him. He’s just upset because he cares too much about the team. But that doesn’t mean he’s right about you. You gave it your all, Fred. I could see it. And I’m so proud of you.”

You hated seeing him like this, your Fred, who always had a joke or a cheeky grin, now looking so defeated.

Fred gave you a small, grateful smile, his gaze softening further, though the weight of the day still lingered in his expression. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Someone has to be,” you teased, squeezing his hand. “You’re not half as annoying as you pretend to be Weasley.”

The corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly, and you decided you’d do anything to make it stick. An idea popped into your head, and you straightened up.

“Sit on the floor,” you said suddenly.

Fred blinked at you, confused. “What? Why? You’re not planning to hex me, are you?”

“No hexes,” you promised, laughing. “Just trust me.”

Still skeptical, Fred slid off the bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. “This better be good,” he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

You knelt behind him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. The moment you started massaging him, he tensed, clearly surprised.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” you interrupted, grinning. “Just relax.”

It didn’t take long for him to give in. A low groan escaped his lips as your fingers worked over the knots in his shoulders. “Merlin Y/N, that’s... bloody amazing,” he muttered, his head dipping forward.

“You’re all tense,” you said softly, your fingers kneading the muscles in his neck. “You’ve been carrying too much stress.”

Fred let out a deep sigh, his body slowly relaxing under your touch. “You’re going to put Madam Pomfrey out of a job,” he joked, his voice muffled. “This is—blimey—I could get used to this.”

You smiled, continuing to work your fingers along his shoulders and down his back. The earlier frustration and tension seemed to melt away, his breathing slowing as he leaned into your touch.

“You know,” he said after a while, his voice lighter now, “if you ever decide to quit school, you’ve got a future in saving stressed Quidditch players.”

You laughed, continuing to massage him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you leaned closer, you couldn’t resist planting a soft, lingering kiss on the side of his neck. Fred’s breath hitched slightly at the unexpected gesture. Smiling against his skin, you pressed another kiss just below his ear, then one more at the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

“Wha—” Fred started, his voice thick with surprise and something softer, “what are you doing?”

“Cheering you up,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke.

He let out a low, content hum, tilting his head slightly to give you more access. “Well, I’d say it’s working,” he moaned softly, his grin evident even though you couldn’t see it. “Bloody hell, you’re good at this.”

You giggled, continuing to pepper his neck with light, affectionate kisses. “Good. You deserve a little TLC after today.”

Fred turned his head slightly, his voice a little breathless now. “A little? I deserve this every day.”

“You’d get spoiled,” you teased, kissing just below his jawline.

“Already am,” he admitted with a happy sigh. “And if you don't stop I might just take you here and now." He moaned again, as you left him a hickey, sucking sweetly on the side of his neck.

"You like that Weasley?..." You cooed, continued planting sweet kisses around his neck and he threw his head back, groaning softly.

"Mhm, feels so good love..." He hummed, eyes shut as his breathing grew heavier.

You chuckled, pulling back slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, his lips curved in the most serene smile you’d seen all day. His usual cheeky confidence was still there, but it was softer now, tempered with gratitude and affection.

When you finally stopped, Fred turned around to face you, his brown eyes warm and filled with gratitude and adoration. “My girlfriend's incredible,” he said softly, reaching for your hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, smiling.

He got up and made his way onto the bed, hovering over you as he pushed you down gently, making you lie down with his hands beside your head, trapping you beneath him essentially.

He then bent down into a kiss, sweet and unhurried, his lips warm against yours. You giggled, as he continued, parting your mouth slightly as his tongue slipped inside.

His lips were soft, pillowy against your own. "Fred..." you moaned into his kiss softly as he sucked on your tongue. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, your fingers running through his hair as you breathed each other in.

He too, had always managed to make you melt at his touch, to feel good, to feel loved, you were weak beneath him.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he let out a content sigh.

“You really know how to cheer a bloke up, don’t you?” he teased, his grin finally back.

“Someone’s got to keep you from sulking,” you quipped, poking his chest playfully.

Fred chuckled, moving to lay beside you on his bed. You curled up against his side, his arm wrapped securely around you.

For the first time that day, he looked completely at ease, the weight of the match’s loss forgotten.

As you lay there together, his fingers idly traced patterns on your arm. “You know,” he said after a while, his voice soft, “I don’t deserve you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, frowning. “Don’t say that Freddie, you're amazing. You know, despite how much of a git you can be sometimes, you deserve all the happiness in the world.” You turn to face him, brushing some messy strands away from his face to see him, your Fred.

His grin returned, this time with a mischievous glint. “Well, if you insist... I suppose I’ll let you keep spoiling me.”

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “Don’t push it, Weasley.”

He laughed too, pulling you closer. “Too late.”

Fred pulled you into his arms, your bodies pressed against each other, your head rested below his, melting into his chest, one of the many perks being the little spoon.

The two of you laid there, tangled together, the world outside fading into nothing. His steady breathing lulled you into a peaceful nap.

When George returned later, he peeked in, grinning at the sight of you both asleep, Fred’s arms securely around you. He quietly closed the door, leaving you both to your well-deserved rest.

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I don’t have words just noises

[hufflepuffz]

not entirely happy with this one but whatever

[perciver4ever]

Bill: I don't think I'm straight

Charlie: I'm definitely aroace

Percy: I've been with Oliver Wood for one year, 5 months, 3 days and 7 hours.

Fred: I only slept with Diggory a few times, and snogged a few times... I'm still straight, right?

George: Okay, I'm totally in love with Lee

Ron: I don't really... Swing that way, of being straight- ya know?

Ginny: In my defence, I was straight before I met Luna

Percy: *sighs* We're going to end this bloodline, aren't we?

[artbymaranne]

my lord and savior: Ginny Weasley 

[pit-and-the-pen]

Harry Potter Masterlist

Let me know if you want to be added to my general or character specific tag list!

George Weasley:

In my defense...

1- Black Hole Sun

 2-One hundred sleepless nights (NSFW)

3-Circles

 NSFW Headcannon

But what if...Jk...unless...

A small piece of Home

Dirty Little Secret

Kissing In Cars

Mix Up

Fred Weasley:

Good Night Moon

Drunk and Half Asleep

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Anger Management 

Lighten up?

Draco Malfoy:

Sun

Protective Draco

Neville Longbottom: 

You’re too Sweet

Luna Lovegood:

Venus

Achilles come Down

Regulus Black:

Look at The Stars, Look How They Shine for You

[daphhatesyou]

~ daphne greengrass. don’t waste my time.

@thatgirlastoria - my sister <33 and best friend in the entire world

@forgeweasley1 - I do not like him… i love him

@prettylike-pansies - just as mean as they say, but iconic. my best friend ever

@dracomalfoy0506 - 100% a ferret. whiny. don’t hurt my sister.

@momdildoantlover - the dark lord. what is that user…

@voldyslovergirl - friends with my mum or something

@levoisagranger - does she ever shut up?

@the-cursed-0ne - the scar? really? so extra

@thewelseyking - the ginger sidekick

@thegirlweasleyxx - the ginger dating scar face

@gredweasley1 - another ginger. it’s endless.

@the-only-sensible-weasley - this ginger thing is getting a little ridiculous now

@lunalvegood - the loony blonde chick

@neville-likes-plants - gryffindor tree hugger

@cupidsbrown - obsessed with gingers, I don’t see the appeal

@thereal-albusdumbledore - didn’t expel me. appreciated.

@moony-musings - werewolf professor who gave me an A … once

@tomswifethatdidnttrickhim - concerning my obsessed with a man without a nose

[succubustacy]

hogwarts party

[frikyart]

New Andor doodles PT2

I already decided my next subject to paint, and I’ll start finalising it asap. I might add another subject sheet too so I’ll post two pictures like here.

But if you have suggestions and want to see a specific character, write in comments or let me know!

Check my other posts if interested! I posted more sketches like this!

[crackishincorrecthp]

Hermione: What did you get Harry for his birthday? Luna: I got him a kitten, he's so sad since Hedwig was killed...I thought he could use some new animal company Ginny: Really? Me too! Like, I didn't want to risk an owl, so kitten it was! Neville: I also got him a cat... George: Looks like we had the same idea... Hermione: Ron, please tell me you didn't get Harry a cat as well! Ron: ...I got him a kitten Hermione: Merlin! What is Harry going to do with 6 cats?! Ron: You got him a cat too? Hermione: Yeah, I thought the same as Luna and Ginny, that Harry could use some animal company again but I didn't want to risk an owl...

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Microfic May Day 12: vivid

@microficmay

[andillneverbethesame]

* smut, ! fluff, • angst

HARRY POTTER

• champagne problems

! you belong with me

* need help?

• ghosts

RON WEASLEY

...nothing yet...

HERMIONE GRANGER

* happy birthday (older hermione)

FRED WEASLEY

! dress

GEORGE WEASLEY

! paper rings

GINNY WEASLEY

...nothing yet...

CEDRIC DIGGORY

...nothing yet...

LUNA LOVEGOOD

...nothing yet...

DRACO MALFOY

*• casual

• the end of the world

THEODORE NOTT

...nothing yet...

BLAISE ZABINI

...nothing yet...

autor's note; i dont write for any other golden trio era characters (not counting sirius & remus in this). you can always request but i don't promise it'll be finished quickly (im horrible lol im sorryyy)

[blackbirdi]

Harry Potter Incorrect Quotes #1

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Ron: *Thinking* There she is. Now I can tell Hermione to fuck off.

Ron: HEY, HERMIONE!

Hermione: What?

Ron: WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCK ME!?

Hermione: *Eyes widening* What!?

Harry: *Trying not to burst out laughing* Confident.

Ron: *Blushing* Wait - no - I - I didn’t mean it like that!

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Ginny: *Staring at the ducks in the Black Lake* What would you call a duck with fangs?

Luna: A fuck.

Ginny: *Snickering* Luna, no!

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Hermione: I like you, Ron.

Ron: *Internally* Okay. You got this. Calm down. Just don’t fuck up.

Ron:

Hermione:

Ron: Yes.

Ron: FUCK.

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Ron: There’s three ways of doing things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Harry way.

Hermione: Isn’t that just the wrong way?

Ron & Harry: Yes … but faster!

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Hermione: *Banging on the dorm room door that Harry locked himself in* Come on, Harry, open up!

Harry: It all started when my mum and dad died..

Hermione: No, I meant—

Ron: Let him finish, Hermione.

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Ginny: *Pissed at someone who made fun of Luna* You have no idea what I’m capable of.

Some random asshole classmate: It honestly feels like I’m being threatened by a cupcake.

*Ginny proceeds to hexing the ever living fuck out of them.*

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Ron: *Gets on one knee*

Hermione: Oh my Merlin! It’s finally happening!

Ron: *Ties his shoelace*

Hermione: *Crying tears of joy* He’s not wearing fucking crocs anymore!

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Ron: Hey, do you think I can fit fifteen marshmallows into my mouth?

Hermione: You’re a hazard to society.

Harry: And a coward. Do twenty!

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Ron: When I was younger I was grounded for a month because I came home late.

Fred: Well you deserved it!

Ron: ?

George: Getting everyone’s hopes up like that and then showing up again?

Fred: Unacceptable.

Ron:

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Ron: You promised you wouldn’t get me bees again!

The Twins: *From a distance* JUST OPEN IT!

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McGonagall: If I took a shot every time one of you made a bad decision, how intoxicated would I be?

Hermione: Maybe a little bit tipsy…

Ron: Wasted.

Harry: Dead.

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Author’s note: I wonder if you can tell what my favourite ship is from these…

[doe-eyeddreamgirl]

THE MEANEST GIRL IN HUFFLEPUFF

a small series inspired by my harry potter oc! and her interactions with her peers! enjoy :) please lmk if you have any requests!!

the masterlist! (written by a hufflepuff in denial so yk its accurate)

Harry Potter... Coming soon...

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Theodore Nott

Ron Weasley

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

[mairon-goth-minion]

I’m so sorry for McGonnagall honestly. She had to watch the kids she basically raised die, and then see their children thrown into a war against the same person. And she could see them. She could see them in the eyes of their successors, in their bravery, in their will to fight. She could see James’ determination and Lily’s heart in Harry. She could see Fabian and Gideon’s free spirit in Fred and George. She could see Alice and Frank’s courage and goodness in Neville. She could see Pandora’s endearing oddness and creativity in Luna. She could see them.

They were all as children to her, and no parent should have to bury their child.

So she’s left alone, seeing generations pass, having to outlive those to whom she teaches their first spells, carrying memories of long dead friends, wondering if surviving with memories is truly a better fate than passing away on the battlefield.