#george wealey imagine

[raven-dor]

let me help you

In which george weasley gets the girl

PAIRING: george weasley x ravenclaw!reader, harry potter x PLATONIC!reader, hermione granger x PLATONIC!reader, ron wealey x PLATONIC!reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, established relationship, blood, angst, banter, love confessions, hero complex (it's harry potter, what did you expect), young love, Umbridge

WORD COUNT: 2,213

Y/N was not at all thrilled about this detention. After all, she had been there when Harry got back from his first detention. 

His hand still had the scar. 

It was horrifying. And it didn't help that Draco, who had been the one to tattle on her, was Umbridge's favorite. It's like trouble kept finding her, no matter how much she tried to be Little Miss Perfect. This year, she determined, was an exception. She didn't have to go down to the toad's office just yet, so she stopped by Gryffindor Tower.

"Hello, Frances!” She waved. ��Can you please let me in?"

The Fat Lady squinted her eyes and hummed. "Fine."

The portrait opened up, and Y/N smiled, walking over the discarded red solo cups and confetti. Even though George, Fred, and Harry were banned from the team, they still had a party for their first win. 

She sat on the couch, not even bothering to tell any of her friends she was there. While she loved her own common room, it was nowhere near as warm and comforting as Gryffindor’s was. Ravenclaw did have a fireplace, but it didn't have as comfortable of couches. Or the same aroma. Or the same chocolatey eyes. Or ginger hair. She curled up, leaning on the plush pillow, dozing off, hoping she'd wake up and everything was just a horrible dream, the last week becoming void.

"Hello, Y/N."

She opened her eyes, shielding them from the light. "Harry."

He smiled, sitting beside her. "You alright?"

She sat up, staring at the fire. "I'm stressed, and it's exhausting."

Harry scoffed. "Tell me about it."

"Yeah." She stared back into the fire. 

"Can I ask why you’re here and not… in your own common room?"

She glared, nudging him playfully. "Just wanted to relax before I go into the belly of the beast."

He frowned. "I would go in your place. It's just-"

"It's just that Umbridge would immediately notice that you are not Y/N Monroe."

He laughed. "We look enough alike."

"Not that much, Harry." She stood up. "I'll be back. Don't wait up for me."

"No promises."

She smiled weakly. 

As she walked to the Defense classroom, she made multiple escape plans. Maybe she could run away. Or hide in the passageways forever. Or she could- She looked at the door in front of her and took a deep breath. Best to get it over with and be done with it. She looked at the classroom she had once been excited to enter with complete disdain. Making her way up the stairs to Umbridge’s office, she tried to gather herself, willing herself not to cry in front of that wench. Just like Harry had told her, if she doesn't know that it hurts you, it doesn't feed her ego.

"Hello, Ms. Monroe. Please sit."

Y/N approached the extremely pink desk. She moved to pick up the pen, but Umbridge stopped her.

"I want to tell you, Ms.Monroe, that Mr.Potter is lying about everything. I'm sorry that you've been manipulated, and if you tell me what he's done, I'll make sure that you get past this all unharmed." She leaned forward and put her hand on her forearm. "I’m aware that you are close friends with Mr. Malfoy, and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you with any problems you are facing."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Professor, as much as I appreciate your gracious offer and reminder of my past friendships," she leaned forward, and Umbridge looked eager. "I would rather rot in hell than betray my actual friends. So I'll take your blood quill."

"Seventy-five lines. I must not retaliate."

Y/N had thought about how it would feel before, having your skin cut into, but this was much more excruciating than her imagination. Her eyes were so clouded that she couldn't see in front of her, but she kept going. She would finish all seventy-five lines, and she would walk out of that demon's office with her head held high.

She had walked out of Umbridge's office with her head held high for about a minute before she burst into tears. That was by far the worst experience of her life. Stumbling through the halls, she tried not to be obvious, but with the trickle of blood that was leaving her hand, it was hard to miss. She’d gotten past the moving staircases before anyone crossed her path. The first face she saw made her freeze, hoping that the ground would swallow her whole.

George Weasley was walking directly toward her. She knew that as soon as he saw her, he would know something was wrong. And she would break because that's just what George did to her. She tried to smile at him, but she was too busy forcing herself not to faint. 

Thanks to her excruciating pain, she became delusional from the tears and minor blood loss, walking like a third-year after their first firewhiskey. His strong hands held her shoulders. 

"Are you alright, love? You don't look so good."

She nodded, keeping her head down. "I'm fine, George. I just need to get back to my common room."

"Not so fast. What's-" He paled. "What the bloody hell is wrong with your hand?"

"I scratched it."

"Darling, a scratch does not produce this much blood." He held her hand gently, examining the back. "Who did this?"

"It doesn't matter Georgie. I-"

He looked rather heartbroken and angry at the same time. Her heart clenched; she knew couldn't lie to him. It was really annoying. She sighed and took a deep breath. 

"Umbridge."

He was eerily quiet, still staring at her hand. "I'm going to kill that horrible wicked toad."

"No, you're not."

He scoffed, raising his voice. "Look at what she did to you!"

Y/N tore her hand away, wincing. "You don't understand, George."

"Darling! She is torturing you!"

"Just leave it alone." She shoved past him, trying to walk away.

"I'm telling McGonagall. Or Dumbledore."

She whipped around, glaring. "You're insane!"

He laughed, his whole face covered in disbelief. "I'm insane? I'm insane? This woman-"

She put her hand over her eyes, trying to stop herself from passing out from the pain. "George-"

"This woman is torturing you! And getting away with it!" 

"George."

"And you won't even tell anyone. Merlin, love!" 

"George. You don't get it!" They were both quiet for a moment, their chests heaving from the adrenaline of their yelling match. "I'm sorry. But I can't let her know she's getting to me. Then she wins." She took a deep breath and walked away from him. "Just drop it."

He watched her in shock before snapping out of his trance and following after her. Grabbing her bicep, he twirled her around. "George, seriously-"

He shook his head. "You don't take care of yourself enough, you know. You never have, and you probably never will."

She scoffed like what he was saying wasn't a well-known fact. "What’s your-"

"Just let me speak, Y/N." He took a deep breath. "You've been putting yourself in harm's way since your second year, and it's-” He muttered, laughing to himself. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. It’s frankly irresponsible." 

Her eyebrows scrunched, and her angry expression was replaced with one of shock. If someone had asked her to look back on what she said in response, she would probably pretend not to remember, when in reality, she was embarrassed for saying something entirely irrelevant.

"You knew who I was?"

George sighed, staring down lovingly at her. "Y/N/N-" He shook his head, trying to get back into the scolding mindset. "Stop distracting me! You're changing the point. You've been putting yourself in harm's way for three, almost four years now, and for a good cause, I can respect that..." He sighed. "But when are you going to start taking care of yourself? Thinking about if this-" He flung his arms about, gesturing to her hand, the castle, the Gryffindor Tower. "-is a good plan?"

She was still stuck in a trance, words failing to leave her. He nodded. "That's what I thought." Pulling her closer, he whispered. "So why don't you let me do the worrying here? Okay? Because I-" Her eyes were full of hope, and he tried to say it again. "You know that I-"

Time seemed to stop as Y/N held her breath. Maybe it was the fact that someone cared more for her well-being than she did, or maybe it was the fact that she had been in love with George Weasley since her third year, but something moved her, and she surged forward, grabbing his face and pulling it down to hers. 

And she kissed him. His worrying over her being too reckless and underreacting to a rather severe problem made her realize she didn't want to avoid the inevitable anymore. 

She let go of his face slowly and looked up, just then realizing that she wasn't one hundred percent sure he loved her- or even at the least loved her back.

George stuttered. "I- you-"

She winced, and she started to spiral into a bout of panic. "Sorry. I didn't even ask. I-"

He grinned widely, pulling her closer. "Just let me take care of you." He put his right hand on her cheek, caressing her face with his thumb. "Please."

His left hand let go of her wrist, and fell to her waist, pulling her as close as humanely possible.  He smiled as he kissed her back. He was scared that this was a dream, that he would stop kissing her, and he would wake up in his bed again, without her. They parted, faces still insanely close. They slowly caught their breaths, her smile so wide her face ached.

"I-" She took her head off of his chest, and looked up at his glowing face. "I love you."

He kissed her again, this time softer and yet just as passionate. "I've been in love with you since you tripped down the stairs."

She giggled, tears still in her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you."

She kissed him again, and he fell into it. "I really love you."

"Good. Because I honestly don't think I could have gone another moment without kissing you. You-" he pecked her lips between each word. "Are most definitely the love of my life.” 

The remaining tears stuck in her eyes fell, laughing in his hold. "You are a dream, Weasley."

"Don't think that I'm going to forget about Umbridge. I’m talking to McGonagall first thing tomorrow."

She smiled up at him. "Whatever you say, love."

He walked her back to Gryffindor Tower, and she snorted, stopping him in his tracks. "I have an idea."

He hummed. "What's that?"

"What if we pull a," she brought her hand up and held her fingers close together, "small prank?"

He smirked. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"Haha., What if we don't tell anyone about us..." George looked skeptical. "Until you walk into breakfast, and we act like a couple. To freak them out."

"So you're targeting dear old Ronniekins."

"Obviously."

He looked at her deadpan, clapping slowly. "Amazing, my love! Truly revolutionary." 

She smacked him on the chest. "Oh, shut it."

"Let's do it."

She nodded. "Alright then. The prank begins... now."

Y/N walked towards the portrait but was quickly pulled back. He smirked, leaning down.

"I need one more kiss, just to hold me over until tomorrow."

"I think you'll be mhm-"

She melted into his arms, twirling the short locks by the top of his neck. They pulled apart, and she spoke breathily. "The prank starts now."

She walked into the tower, George following after her. Her face was still puffy, and her eyes were still slightly watery. Hermione gasped, rushing her over to the couch.

"Oh, Y/N."

"Nothing she hasn't already done before."

Ron grumbled. "I still don't understand why we can't tell Dumbledore."

"Tell Dumbledore what?"

She fought the urge to smile, turning towards the familiar voice.

"Oh, nothing."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It isn't nothing. Umbridge had Y/N do lines with a special quill that cuts into your skin."

George's face looked just as it had before, and Y/N realized he wasn't pretending. He was still upset. He walked up to the couch, examining her hand.

"I can't believe she’s getting away with this. I'll be back. I have loads of bandages in case a prank gone wrong.”

He ran to his dorm, and Hermione laughed, nudging her friend. "Just friends. Really?"

The Ravenclaw shrugged, pink dusting her cheeks.

George appeared back in front of them, first aid kit in hand. "This should do the trick after you use the necessary healing spells." He looked at Harry. "You should use some, too. This muggle medicine works wonders."

"Thanks, Georgie."

"No problem, love."

Ron groaned. "Just get a room, you two."

Hermione scolded him. "Ronald, stop it."

Harry smirked. "Yeah, Ronald. Stop it."

"Shut up, Harry."

Harry gestured to Y/N/s hand, smiling sympathetically. "What did she make you write?"

"I must not retaliate."

He grinned, nodding. "Fitting."

"Oh, shut it, Harry."

[jamilelucato]

Candy Bar [George Weasley]

Pairing: George Weasley [HP] x reader [any house]

Summary: George always knew [y/n] was going to end up being part of his family, he just never wondered how.

Warnings: sexual insinuation, but nothing too explicit.

a/n: this ends a little bit sad, but open, so I might write a part 2 (no promises though).

harry potter universe masterlist

George Weasley was part of a selected big group of friends, with its honorary members being Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and his little brother Ron.

The lads weren't official members because of the age gap — it was rare the moments where they could hang mid-classes. But it didn't bother Fred, Lee and Angelina to have the little guys around.

There was another girl too, who George saw as much more of an official member than an honorary one. [y/n] [y/ln] was younger than him but older than his little brother — she was from the year between the two. They became friends entirely by accident — she got caught up on a prank not intended for her and after a not-so-much friendly match of Quidditch where she played gracefully and not at all vengeful, the twins talked her into being part of the friend group.

One could've said [y/n] was the one most out of the group, but, surprisingly, she managed well around them. She became very close to Angelina, and she had openly called Fred her very best mate once. Even when Potter was around, she never acted as a “fangirl” — and she noticeably picked Ron over Harry tons of times.

They were all together one afternoon, playing card games in the grass by the Lake when Fred had an idea: steal food from the house-elves.

[y/n] was immediately into it. “We have to be quick then because it’s almost supper time, and they’ll be all up to our arses if they catch us by that time,” she said, getting up and leaving her deck of cards to Angelina to handle.

Ron got up quickly too, ready to follow the girl wherever she went. Fred just smile. “Anyone else for our road trip?” asked the older twin.

“It’s hardly a road trip,” opined Angelina, before winning against Hermione and starting the game again.

Since no one else got up, the three left. George and Lee drew closer to the two girls left, anxious to see if Hermione could beat Angelina, but chances were the Quidditch player was going to win again.

“Has anyone noticed Ron’s fancying [y/n]?” asked Hermione, who had smelled it in the air, way before anyone else, but she just wanted to be sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks.

Lee snorted at the question, trying not to shame-laugh. He hadn’t only noticed Ron’s crush — he noticed Hermione’s too. Angelina simply smiled and kept playing the card game, but George spoke up.

“I dunno how it ends, but [y/n] will for sure be part of my fam,” he said, laughing it off.

“How so?” asked Hermione, tensing up a bit, which allowed Angelina some advantage in the game.

“Well, Ron fancies her; she fancies Fred and Fred…. well, I reckon that bloke hasn’t pashed anyone, that’s for sure,” George replied. “Either Fred falls for her or she falls for Ron, but she’ll end up a Weasley, alright.”

Lee elbowed the redheaded.

“She’ll end up your sister,” he laughed.

“In-law,” added George, suddenly wanting to make sure [y/n] was not blood-related to him.

Angelina and Lee exchanged knowing looks, but Hermione and George were oblivious to the exchange. George was inside his wee world, thinking why it bothered him to acknowledge [y/n] as a sister, and Hermione was wishful thinking that Fred could bloody well fancy [y/n] right away.

The match went on, with Angelina winning that turn and then Lee taking Hermione’s place and losing too — the difference was Lee didn’t care and laughed his loss away. George wanted to play too, but when his turn finally came, Fred, Ron and [y/n] arrived with the stolen food.

“Hey, I wanna go back to my match,” said [y/n], sitting down next to Angelina, who remained unbeatable. “Who’s the winner?”

“Who would you reckon?” replied Lee, smiling. [y/n] liked his smirk, it felt sparkling in the twilight.

“Angie,” [y/n] smiled too as she spoke.

“No worries — I’ve been playing non-stop and George hasn’t had his turn,” Angelina said, moving away from the card pile. “Take my place,” offered the Quidditch chaser.

[y/n] took the offer, and looked straight at George. He had a playful smile, which only increased when he reached the pile and started shuffling the cards for the new game.

In the background, George heard Ron asking Hermione if Harry showed up, and the bookworm replied with a “no”. The younger twin wasn’t facing Ron, but he could visualize the frown on his face. Harry Potter was chosen to be a Triwizard champion, which meant he was generally never free and around — but also, his friendship with Ron was a bit rocky at the moment.

George reverted his focus on [y/n].

“Get ready to eat grass, Weasley,” the girl said.

“We’ll see,” responded George, feeling his grin widen.

[y/n] was late, which meant Fred and George were late too. They planned a quick trip to Hogsmeade, but they were going “illegally” and if [y/n] took a minute longer to get ready, Fred swore he was gonna leave her behind.

“I’m here!” she whispered and shouted, at the same time. George wondered how she managed that.

“You’re late,” the younger twin said, messing with her.

“Just five minutes,” she pointed out, checking her wristwatch.

“Could well mean the difference between getting caught,” George continued.

“Stop, you two,” said Fred, but he knew very well all the bickering came from his twin. George hadn’t found his way around flirting women, and it showed — Fred knew he had to do something about it, but it’d need to be later. At the moment, he only sought to get to Hogsmeade.

“She started it,” said George, defending himself.

“How could I?” she inquired, startled.

“By showing up late,” he answered, frowning his brows.

Fred rolled his eyes and decided not to meddle. They could figure it out for themselves. The older twin, then, took the front of the little voyage group and led them to the secret passageway. The trio went through that one-eyed old crone’s hump, and soon they were in the dark corridor that would lead them away from Hogwarts.

Fred and George had to lean their backs, so they wouldn’t smack their heads, but [y/n] could go most of the way just fine and stretch. She had been there three times before, but it was never easy being in that dim and smelly place.

She didn’t even notice when she edged nearer George Weasley until he offered her his arm. Furthermore, she looked at it, suspiciously, before accepting.

They had a complicated relationship. They were always quarrelling, like too foolish kids that couldn’t possibly like the opposite gender. It was always stupid, but [y/n] couldn’t avoid it — it seemed so nice to bicker with George because then he would look at her sideways and provocatively grin and that usually made her smile too.

She had a thing for Fred from the first moment she learned his name. It had been some girl in her class had been ranking the most handsome blokes of Hogwarts, and when [y/n] asked who was Fred Weasley and why he was in twenty-second place, her classmate smiled and asked: “Why? Do you think he should be higher up?”. [y/n] didn’t think that, of course. At eleven years of age, she barely thought of boys that way, especially the ones one year older, who seemed so much more mature back then. But later she was engrossed in one of the twins’ pranks, and Fred presented himself.

Tall, even for a twelve-year-old, and with beautiful freckles in his cheeks — [y/n] didn’t need much more thinking; she knew she had become a woman, and she was ready to have that man.

They became friends later on, and even though [y/n] never made advances towards Fred, she never tried to stop fancying him either. It just felt natural to have a crush, a since Fred was right there and available, she took him.

Of course, she went out with other boys, specifically last year when she had just turned fourteen, but it never felt quite right. Not even as right as studying with Hermione, not as right as relying on Ronald, and definitely not as right as bickering with George.

It felt nicer to argue with George than to kiss Oliver Wood! she remembered, in a sudden thought in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. Her expression changed, worrying George, but since she stayed in silence, he did the same.

Oliver had been [y/n]’s first kiss, and even though he was very gentle and kind — even nowadays — the only thing he taught her was that she was better off single.

“We’re almost there, I reckon,” said Fred, having to rely on his memory to keep marshalling. He didn’t regret having given Harry his map, but sometimes, he felt nostalgic for it.

The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. [y/n] and George followed just behind, still with their arms intertwined. George didn’t want to think what that gesture possibly meant, and he didn’t have to — they had ended up right into the cellar of Honeydukes.

“This passage remains safe, thank Merlin,” Fred thought out loud, which made [y/n] repress a laugh. She then remembered to let go of George’s arm, since she was back in the light, but her arms felt empty without his there.

They didn’t longer around Honeydukes — their plan was to go to the joke shop and get new supplies, and thenceforth go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. The candy store was barely empty, so their exit had to be a bit theatrical so no one would suspect a thing.

Zonko’s shop called the boys' attention as soon as the three of them stepped outside Honeydukes, and [y/n] had to hush to follow them. The store was striking, the girl had to give in. Its walls, covered with shelves, loaded not only with Dungbombs and Hiccough Sweets, but also Frog Spawn Soap, Sugar Quills, and Nose-Biting Teacups. No wonder the boys loved to shop there.

“So, Fred, what’s it that you guys are looking for to stock?” [y/n] leaning against the shelf that Fred was so meticulously observing.

The red-headed looked down at her for only a second and smiled.

“A bit of everything, I suppose,” he replied.

George appeared from behind [y/n] and the shelf, scaring her with a nudge. She, at least, managed not to scream. It wasn’t late yet, only twilight, but the stored seemed umbra, which gave the toys up on the shelves a different glow. Macabre, [y/n] determined.

“Never, ever, do that again, do you understand?” she threatened George, but the twin only giggled.

“Come with me, [y/l/n],” said George, eyeing the back of the corridor he was in. “You’re gonna like this.”

Fred tried really hard not to smile at his twin taking an initiative, while [y/n] followed.

George waited until [y/n] was right next to him and offered his arm again. There was really no official reason for it — even though it was starting to be dusk outside, the shop still had light enough for the girl not to feel scared, but he liked being of use.

[y/n] accepted his arm with biting of lips, suddenly feeling very nervous with the interaction. Could she like George? She wondered, innocently. He was a nice lad, for sure. He was also a tiny bit taller than Fred, and she did like tallboys. But he’s very annoying, she reminded herself. He’s always teasing you in a non-lovable way.

“Do you know Ronniekins has a devotion for you?”

George plumped the question, smirking in taunting.

“Ronniekins? Ron?” she asked, stunned.

[y/n] didn’t even bother with George’s smile. She cared for Ron, a lot since she confided in him most of the time, but if the lad was messing things up… she would need to take a stand, and she wouldn’t like it.

“Yep,” affirmed George. “He developed some sort of crush on you; I can’t speak anything in your concern without being scolded.”

“That’s nice of him,” she tried to smile, attempting to make the best out of the situation, but she just couldn’t. “Oh… But if he really does fancy me… I’ll have to say something, right? I don’t wanna lead him on.”

“To be honest, I think even if you actually stare him down and say: ‘Ronald Weasley, I do not fancy you and I don’t want to kiss you’, he will still hold on to hope,” George told her, pressing his arm against her harder. He wanted to comfort her, and he didn’t even fully comprehend why.

[y/n] was an enjoyable lassie and, even though he messed with her all the time, he liked to be around her. But did he like like being around her? Oh, Merlin… He couldn’t. His younger brother loved her, his older brother was the object of her affection. He did not want or wish to be in the middle of it. As a matter of fact, he liked to mock the situation from the outside. She’s a future sister-in-law, he told himself, but it felt wrong in his mind. She’s part of the family, he pondered again, and that phrase felt easier, which was a relief.

The girl in question watched George’s expression, as it tensed and relaxed, and she wondered if he was worried about his little brother. That’s sweet of him, she thought.

They finally stopped in front of a shelf filled with candy bars, but George remained silent and did not explain why they stopped there.

“George?” she called his attention. “What do you think I should do?”

His eyes stared down at her, thoughtfully. He truly wanted to help her, even if it meant walking her down the aisle to his twin.

“Well, you don’t fancy him, do you? I reckon it’s another brother of mine you have your eyes on,” he said, out loud this time. For some reason, he felt like he needed to know. He needed to know if she still had a thing for Fred. Or even for Ron, if the tables had turned.

[y/n] avoided George’s eyes. How could he have found out about her wee crush on Fred? She sure wasn’t being self-evident, was she?

But even so, if she were obvious, what was she supposed to answer? She most definitely was not going to confess, especially because her feelings have been shifting a lot. Fred was her best mate. Yeah, she knew they would match just fine if it were Fred to ask her out, but did she want it? Did she yearn to be Fred’s companion?

“I don’t fancy Ron, obviously,” she answered, finally, after a while pondering how to phrase her feelings. “And I don’t know what you mean about brothers of yours.”

George snorted. “Okay then.”

He decided it was for the best if he just remained quiet and did not bother her about it any longer. She didn’t want to answer, and, honestly, he didn’t wanna hear it. So he faced the shelf he had directed her towards and picked one of the candy bars.

She breathed a sigh of relief that he had dropped the previous matter, and asked: “I didn’t know Zonko’s shop sold candy.”

“Not any proper candy,” he replied. “This is a special one.”

“Really? How so?”

George gave her the candy bar, so she could analyse it, but, as he very well knew, there was nothing in its packaging that revealed its true content.

“They provoke emotions, different ones, but always strong ones,” George explained, taking back the bar from her hands. “This one, for instance, is for decisive moments. See here?” he pointed to a very small font where it could be read: “you want the courage to do what you most long to? This is for you!”

“Why would someone eat something like this?”

“Various reasons,” George shrugged before taking another candy bar from the rack. “This one is for knowledge. Suppose you have a test tomorrow — this could be your salvation.”

[y/n] took the second bar from his hands and analysed it herself. “Only if I know the test’s subjects beforehand, you mean,” she said, returning him the candy bar. “If you haven’t studied, this won’t be much help.”

“It will be some help,” said George.

“Right,” [y/n] snorted.

“Anyway, it’s practically not much of use nowadays. Professor Snape found a way to perceive it in your organism with a special potion,” he explained, but he didn’t place the bar back in its place. He held still the two candy bars and led [y/n] to the cashier.

“You know you’re buying the courage one, right?” she whispered in his ear before Fred could reach them in the cashier line.

George smiled.

“You are the one buying it,” he corrected her. “After all, you’ll need it to talk to Ron.”

[y/n] let out some air from her throat, completely frustrated. She knew she didn’t fancy Ron, at least, so she should talk to him. Perhaps the candy bar was going to be of some use.

“What are you two buying?” asked Fred, having absolutely no free space in his arms. He had a bit of everything — Dungbombs, Frog Spawn Soap, Nose-Biting Teacups and more that [y/n] wasn’t able to name.

“Magic Bars,” the girl answered, looking up to meet Fred’s eyes. It was only then she realized she still held George’s arm, so she instantly let it go — but not before Fred couldn’t notice.

“Oh, so you can be brave enough to break up with Ronniekins?” asked Fred, smirking.

The girl looked shocked. “Oh, come on! Everyone knew?”

The twins only laugh it out.

Knowing that Ron was going to arrive at any moment at the Three Broomsticks with the rest of the gang, [y/n] popped the candy bar and ate it all at once, only stopping for a sip of butterbeer to make it all easier to let out. George watched, surprised, but offered his own comment: “I don’t think you needed to have eaten it all.”

She sniffed. “Could have informed me that earlier, couldn’t you?”

Fred just smirked, amused with the scenario. He took the opportunity to corner his twin when going to get more butterbeers at the counter, leaving [y/n] alone on the table.

“So… now that she’s breaking up with Ron, when are you gonna tell her you fancy her?”

George’s eyes widened, staring at his twin with disbelief.

“What? You’re gonna pretend you don’t like the lass?”

“[y/n]’s a friend,” George answered, sharply.

“Right…”

They ordered the butterbeers and waited, avoiding staring at each other. Fred didn’t want to keep laughing at his twin, and George didn’t want to confess something he wasn’t entirely sure.

Could he fancy [y/n]? No, he answered mentally. She fancied Fred, and he always promised not to come between his twin’s girls. Because, if ever [y/n] decided to hit on Fred, he knew his twin wasn’t going to be able to resist. She was just like that, and she never even noticed — if she wanted a guy, she’d have him. And the day she’d claim Fred would come, and George would be left to watch the two love birds.

“Seriously, now,” started Fred, handing the butterbeers, “why don’t to come clean with her?”

George sighed. “I have nothing to clean. Do I like her? Yes. Do I think she’s pretty? Yep. But we’re better off as mates, or better saying, bickering mates,” answered him, finally.

Fred decided to say nothing more. George would eventually realize on his own that he like [y/n] and, when that day arrived, Fred could finally beam saying “told you so”.

They sat back at their places, noticing the small crowd on their table. Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Lee and (the big surprise of the night) Harry Potter had arrived, and they were talking jubilantly about the upcoming ball they had been hearing whispers about.

George sat between [y/n] and Ron purposefully, and [y/n] sighed in relief while staring at George.

“Hasn't it had any effect yet?” asked George, referring to the candy. [y/n] just shook her head. “It will happen soon.”

She wished he was right.

The two of them got caught up on the table talk, adding their own remarks and desires for the party. [y/n] didn’t add much too aloud, though — she was afraid Ron could say something about them going together.

Suddenly, she felt a kick inside her. The candy bar! she thought, anxiously. She stared at Ron from behind George and gesture for them to go out. She needed to say it, once and for all.

George watched as the two of them left, but he didn’t make a comment.

“So much for [y/n] marrying Fred…” Lee said aloud.

“Me?” asked Fred, confused and frowning. Lee laughed and Angelina tried to ease Fred, mostly for [y/n]’s sake, then for the red haired’s.

George kept staring at the door as if wishing the conversation ran out faster if he did so. Lee nudged George.

“Is she kissing him?”

“Ew, no,” George replied. “She wanted to talk him out of his feelings,” he continued. “She even ingested one of the Magic Bars for courage.”

“Those are never a good idea,” said Hermione, meddling.

“Why?” asked Lee, genuinely curious. He often liked those candy bars.

“Well, it gives you the kicks to do what you most long for. Not necessarily a good thing if what you most long for is to kill someone, for instance,” she explained. Hermione, then, shrugged, knowing [y/n] was not about to kill Ron, but suggesting that what she most longed for might not be “end things” with Ron.

George pondered Hermione’s words. What could be the thing [y/n] most ached for, and could the magical candy bar really help?

He had no more time to think as the door from the Three Broomsticks opened once again, but only Ron came in. He had some of a tired look on his face, and that worried George. Not for his younger brother, but for [y/n].

George got up and left, leaving a confused Lee behind. Angelina and Fred exchanged looks before smirking — both sharing a secret of what had happened.

“Never again make me ingest one of those bars, are you hearing me?” [y/n] said as soon as she faced George, in on dark space between Three Broomstick and the next store next to it.

“What happened?” George asked, stupefied.

“Nothing, of course, and how could it? With Ron?” she laughed it off. “I just told him something about him being the little brother I never had and how I saw him grow up so fast. He understood the message.”

George waited, but she said nothing more. “So, what’s the matter?”

“I want to be touched, Georgie!” she exclaimed, surprising herself. She covered her mouth, a little too late, but it was the least she could. Had she really told George she wanted to be touched? Had he understood the length of her words?

George froze, giving [y/n] the time to gather her thoughts. He looked very handsome in the half-light coming from the establishment next door, and [y/n] enumerated how many freckles he had on his face. There were more than Fred’s, and George’s were more intensely gathered on his nose. The twin noted the girl’s fierce inspection and cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone almost gruff as he felt completely exposed in the dim light of the Hogsmeade night.

“I’m counting your freckles,” she replied truthfully. It wasn’t the candy effect — she really wanted to be honest, because that was how she was around George. [y/n] never thought before talking when she was with the younger Weasley twin, unlike when she was around Fred or even Oliver Wood.

“Why?” George questioned in a whisper. It was like he was afraid to speak.

“Because…” [y/n] didn’t have a “why”. She wanted to, so she counted. She wanted to come closer to him, so she did. Moreover, she longed for his touch, and that terrified her. “I wanna kiss you.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, but it felt very loud in both of their ears.

What? George wanted to ask, but he wasn’t able to mould a coherent phrase. Instead, he leaned closer. If she wanted to kiss him, he would let her. He had thought it before: the man she desired, she would get.

“George?” she asked, forcing him to open his eyes once again. “I won’t kiss you unless you say you want to kiss me too.”

“I thought you were desperate to be touched,” George played, smirking a little.

“Desperate? I didn’t say that” [y/n] smiled too.

“Kiss me, [y/n],” he said, the smirk disappearing.

She took one last deep breath and pressed her lips against his. It felt sweet at first, but then it was something different, something [y/n] could not find words to describe, perhaps spicy could be a great word, but it wouldn’t delineate it completely. There was more, always more, and when [y/n] opened her mouth waiting for his advance, she was impressed to feel him eager.

Their kiss deepened, it became something of its own, essentially when George’s arms took her whole body in, tugging, hugging, caressing her. She did the same with her hands, searching for his red curls, and pulling him in by the neck.

“George, touch me,” [y/n] yearned.

“I… I…” George couldn’t find the words, neither to say yes nor no.

He kept pulling her, closer and closer, but it wasn’t enough. He finally understood her, understood what she longed for because he longed for the same. To touch her, on her very core. But he couldn’t.

“We shouldn’t, [y/n],” he said, sorrowfully. “I shouldn’t.”

“Fine,” she whispered, leaning over his ear. “But I should.”

Her hands left his neck and wandered towards his trousers, finding the confirmation of his deepest desires. Oh, he hankered to touch her, too. He only lacked what the candy bar gave [y/n]: fearlessness.

He held her hand before she pressed him even tighter.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” he asked. “You’re probably intoxicated.”

“Intoxicated?” she stepped back. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t believe her. “Why? Because I would rather be with Fred, you reckon? Oh, yeah, you know so much about me!”

She took more steps away from him, and looked back, finding him with a disturbed expression on his face.

“If I wanted to be with Fred, I would’ve found a way to drag him here,” she said, confidently but also angry. “But it was you who came to me, and yes, I might’ve been the one to kiss you, but only because you told me to.”

“[y/n]! I… I just don’t think you wanted to… in the middle of Hogsmeade,” he shouted back, feeling the first raindrop fall over his nose. “Because don’t turn this on me! I’ll allow you to touch me anywhere you’d like, any day, even! You longed to be touched, but I’ve been longing to be touched by you!”

His words weren’t only an astonishment to her, but to him too. George didn’t know he had been thinking about her that way until she touched him — until he felt the taste of her lips.

[y/n] made a quick decision: she left. She turned her back, feeling raindrops start to fall all over her, but she didn’t bother and kept walking away, towards Honeydukes.

George watched as she went, and he was frozen, even in the rain. It was Fred who found him, all soaked.

“What happened?” Fred asked, but his twin did not answer. “I knew I should have taught you better how to hit on girls.”

George, paralysed, only moved his lips. “She left me,” he finally said. “In the rain, all alone.”

Fred breathed. “Let’s go back to Hogwarts; she’s not going to get back here.”

George followed, but he remained emotionless.

[cassiopeiaemiliagaunt]

In Love in Luxor | B.W.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x reader

Summary: Y/N and Bill are working together in Egypt when his family comes to visit. Will they still only be working together when the family leaves?

Word count: 4,1k

Warnings: swearing, a bit angsty, mentions of a bad relationship with family, bit of fluff

Author’s note: reader can be from any house!

Disclaimer: GIF is not mine!

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“Oi! Y/L/N, you up?” Y/N heard someone yell outside of her cabin door. She had just showered and gotten dressed and was enjoying a nice cup of coffee when her coworker decided to rudely disturb her peace. She marched towards the door, still clutching her coffee, and opened it abruptly. She was met with the long ginger hair of Bill Weasley, her colleague. 

“Yeah, yeah. Now shut the fuck up, will you?” she snapped back before taking another sip of coffee.

“All you do is drink coffee and say bad words,” he joked. 

“All you do is drink coffee and say bad words,” she mocked in a childish tone. “Now let me drink my coffee in peace, I’ll be out in five,” she added, before closing the door in his face. After working with her for nearly four years, he knew how grumpy she could be in the morning.

Y/N and Bill were both curse-breakers, working primarily in the Valley of the Kings in Luxor, Egypt. They had developed a rather interesting friendship. Y/N was known to be fierce, sarcastic and impulsive, while Bill was more friendly and patient. However, they understood their differences and most importantly - although Y/N would never admit it - they respected each other. Because of that, they worked quite well together, with the occasional snappy remark of Y/N of course.

When Y/N had finished her cup of coffee and grabbed a little bite to eat, she exited her cabin. Outside of said cabin, there was a clearing with four other cabins. In three of those cabins lived her coworkers. The fourth one usually stayed empty, as it was meant for visitors or when some Gringotts representatives came. In the middle of the clearing was a gigantic tent with all the stuff they would need in their day to day work, as well as a table, where they would sometimes all sit and eat together.

Besides her and Bill, there was Daniel Buchanan and Flynn Atkin. Dan was the healer on hand. It was quite necessary, curse-breaking was dangerous and the wounds you could end up getting had to be treated at once. And Flynn was a historian, specialized in the Egyptian eras. He could be quite handy in deciphering hieroglyphs or estimating what kind of objects they came across. 

Y/N made her way to the tent in the middle of the clearing where she found Flynn, Dan and Bill sitting at the table, conversing.

“What are y’all sissies sitting there for! Let’s go, we got some curses to break,” she called out. Bill raised his eyebrow at this, while Flynn was getting up.

“Well, lovely of you to finally join us, princess,” Bill said.

“Don’t call me princess, Weasley,” she warned him menacingly.

When you saw Y/N, you wouldn’t exactly call her princess. On colder days in the Luxor desert, she wore black skinny jeans, a t-shirt or a top and was almost never seen without her black dragonhide jacket. However, Luxor could get quite hot, like today, so she then wore a simple black top with black shorts and perhaps a light, loose cotton blouse overtop, to protect her arms from the sun. And a pair of sunglasses of course. 

Flynn, Bill and Y/N then made their way to the tomb of Ramesses I, where they were currently trying to break a rather stubborn curse. Dan usually stayed behind. He would be notified if someone was wounded and then he would apparate immediately, but most days would pass without any incidents. On those days, Dan would take care of all the correspondence with Gringotts and the more administrative aspect of the job. 

When the three of them arrived at the tomb, they all just stared at it. They had managed to finally break the entrance of curses the day before, but now the trickiest part came. You never knew what kind of boobytraps or curses you could find inside of those tombs.

“So, what do you suggest, Y/L/N?” Bill asked her, still gazing into the tomb.

“Set it on fire,” she said without missing a beat. Bill and her kind of had this inside joke - could you even call it a joke? - where she would always suggest to set things on fire.

“Why is arson always your first answer?” Bill sighed.

“‘Cus I like fire. But no, I think we should maybe investigate the hieroglyphs around the inside of the entrance first. But we shouldn’t get too close,” she finally suggested.

“Yes, let’s do that,” Bill agreed. “Flynn, amaze us with your knowledge, mate,” he said, turning to Flynn, who was already grabbing a quill and some parchment to take notes on the hieroglyphs.

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When they finally finished their work day, Bill and Y/N could always be found around the table in the tent, playing some kind of wizard - or sometimes even a muggle - game. Today’s pick was wizard’s chess. And Y/N was losing badly, as always.

“Checkmate,” Bill said triumphantly. Y/N glared at him.

“I wanna punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours,” she grumbled.

“Hey! My face is not pretty! It’s handsome,” Bill protested.

“Aw, did your mum tell you that?” Y/N mocked.

“She did, actually. Speaking of my mum, she’s coming to visit soon. Well, the whole family is actually,” he said, gleaming. Anyone could tell that he was really excited for the arrival of his parents and his many siblings. 

Bill had told Y/N all about his six siblings. Charlie, the dragonologist with his head in the clouds. Percy, the studious soon to be Head Boy with his nose always in a book. Fred and George, the genius, mischievous twins who had a love for terror. Ron, the sweet, sometimes overlooked boy, who was - together with Percy - the usual object of said terror. And lastly, Ginny. She was fierce and could take any one of her brothers without a blink of an eye. In the way Bill spoke of Ginny, Y/N could tell she was secretly his favourite. 

Y/N loved hearing the stories of Bill and his siblings, although it came with a pang of jealousy and hurt. She never showed it though, she wasn’t one to openly show her feelings. But she never had the family experience Bill had. Far from it actually. She came from a pureblood family that - opposite to the Weasleys - wasn’t close at all. Her parents were not opposed to Voldemort’s visions when he gained power when she was younger. She never understood it. She had an older brother who shared the same beliefs. So, at Hogwarts, she spent the Christmas holidays there and during the summer vacation she usually avoided her family. Their house - well, more like castle - was big enough to only see each other during meal times. The minute she graduated, she looked for a job that would get her out of her house as soon as she could. And so, being a curse-breaker in Egypt seemed like one hell of a good offer. However, she could never bring herself to tell Bill about her dysfunctional family. It’s not like she didn’t trust him - being curse-breakers together meant you had to literally trust each other with your lives - she just never really felt like opening up about it.

Bill and Y/N played for another while, making light conversation - and sarcastic comments - as they did so and then parted ways to their respective cabins. 

When Y/N was lying in bed that night, she let her mind wander about what she thought the Weasley family would be like. Sure, they would all have the same deep red hair and freckled skin Bill had, but she wondered about the dynamics in the family. She wondered what it would be like to chat about sweet little nothings while having a cosy dinner. Or just hang out together for no reason. Tell each other secrets your parents couldn’t know. 

Y/N wasn’t one who fell in love easily, but she thought that if she was to ever fall in love and start a family - big emphasis on the if here - she would make sure the family was as close as she could get it. She had no clue how she would do it, of course. But if she ever committed to a family, she would commit fully. However it was unlikely she would ever get that far. The closest she had ever come to loving someone was Bill, but of course she didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him, whatsoever. He was just her best friend. Nothing more. At all. 

Sure she thought he was handsome. And she liked hanging out with him. No, she loved it. She was convinced there was no one else she could spend so much time with. They were together every day of the week, including the weekends. Of course they didn’t have to work on those weekends, but two days was too little to travel home and back. So they usually hung out in the clearing or sometimes they visited other parts of Egypt together, or just went to the city of Luxor. But it was always the two of them. He had become her constant companion and she loved that. 

However she didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. Correction: she wouldn’t allow herself to feel them. She was too scared of it. She wasn’t used to feeling things like that, all giddy and sparks in her stomach, so she told herself she would ignore it until it would eventually go away. Because, above all, Y/N treasured her independence. If she wanted, she could just give up her job of Gringotts and move to the other end of the world. Sure she had to tell Bill, but she could still do what she wanted without having to take others into account. And if she admitted to herself that she liked - maybe even loved - Bill, it would be like a piece of that independence would go away. And she couldn’t bear that thought. It was that same independence that had gotten her through the rough relationship she had with her family. She wasn’t ready to give it up.

And with that, she fell into a deep slumber.

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When Bill’s family finally arrived, he was ecstatic. Y/N could tell by the way he couldn’t sit still, always glancing at the ‘entrance’ of the clearing, where his family would meet up with him. Bill had asked Gringotts for a vacation of two weeks and they had obliged.This meant Y/N - and therefore Dan and Flynn as well - also received said vacation, because curse-breaking on your own was too dangerous.  

Y/N and Bill were sitting at the table in the tent and playing - or attempting to play - a muggle cards game they both didn’t understand the rules of. Dan - who was muggleborn - had taught them a thousand times, but they kept forgetting how it went and were currently making up their own rules. Speaking of Dan, he and Flynn had gone home to their families for the two weeks worth of holidays. 

A crackling sound made both of their heads snap up and Y/N saw a bunch of gingers walking excitedly towards them. They all hurried to Bill, who had gotten up from the table. A small girl, around 11 years old, was the first to jump into Bill’s arms and Y/N figured that was Ginny. She looked at Y/N curiously when she noticed her, but stayed behind Bill for a bit. The next to hug Bill were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. After they hugged their eldest son they made their way over to Y/N.

She extended her hand politely. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” she smiled. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint why she wanted to make a good impression on Bill’s parents, but she wanted to nevertheless. However, instead of shaking her hand, Mrs. Weasley pulled her in for a hug. Y/N was a bit taken aback, but soon hugged back a bit awkwardly. She wasn’t used to receiving hugs, let alone motherly hugs. 

“Oh so you are the famous Y/N Bill writes so much about!,” Mrs. Weasley gushed, making not only Y/N flustered, but even Bill was starting to sport a redder shade than usual. He quickly turned back to the rest of his family, pretending that he hadn’t heard what his mother had said. “My name is Molly and this is Arthur,” she introduced her and her husband.

“Nice to meet you both,” Y/N said, still a bit flustered. 

“The pleasure is all ours, dear!” Molly responded. 

Arthur had noticed the game on the table and looked back at you, a gigantic grin on his face. “Is that a muggle game?” he asked you.

“Um, yeah, but Bill and I forgot the rules so we just made it up,” Y/N laughed. Arthur nodded, the grin still plastered on his face, mumbling: “Interesting, interesting.”

Bill’s siblings had all hugged him by now, so they joined Y/N and their parents.

Y/N saw two identical looking boys and assumed those were Fred and George, although she had no idea who was who. She figured that the tallest redhead, aside from Bill, was Charlie. An awkward looking boy next to Charlie seemed too old to be Ron, so she assumed that was Percy, which left one boy who she assumed was Ron.

After all chatting for a little while, it was time to make the sleeping arrangements. The guest cabin had two rooms with a king size bed each. In Bill’s cabin, there was a guest room with a king size bed and Bill’s own room that also had a king size bed.

“So, Mum and Dad can sleep in the guest cabin, together with Ron and Percy. Fred and George can share the bed in my guest room and Charlie and Ginny can share my bed,” Bill suggested.

“And where will you sleep?” Y/N questioned.

“I can sleep on the couch,” Bill shrugged. Y/N looked at him shocked.

“No. I have a guest room as well, someone can sleep there!” Y/N was too stubborn to say no to and Bill knew that. He sighed in defeat. 

Before he could ask who of his siblings wanted to sleep in Y/N’s guest room - or before he could suggest that he would sleep there -, Ginny piped up: “Me!”

“That’s settled then! Come on, let’s go,” Y/N said to Ginny, who was already excitedly grabbing her bags and following Y/N to her cabin. 

The rest of the family soon grabbed their bags and went to the cabins they were assigned to sleep in. 

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The month that the Weasley family stayed with her and Bill in Egypt was among one of the best of Y/N’s life. Being born in a cold, distant family, she had now for the first time in her life gotten a taste of what it was like having a family that cared for you no matter what. She wasn’t officially part of the family of course, but even so she had felt more at home than at any other moment in her life.

She had spent time talking to Arthur about muggle magic he called electricity. Molly had taught - or at least tried to teach - her how to knit, but it turned out she wasn’t a natural, at all. She had also spent ages talking about dragons to Charlie. She had recommended Percy a few of her favourite Arithmancy books, as she knew the boy was interested in the subject. She had also spent quite a lot of time with the twins and they reminded her of herself when she was still in Hogwarts. She had been a quidditch beater as well and didn’t scare away from a prank or two, though she was never near as extreme as the twins. However, she still gave them some tips on how to get into Snape’s supply closet, though they had to promise her first not to tell a soul. Next, she spent endless evenings playing wizards’ chess with the youngest Weasley boy. For being so young, he sure was a genius in wizards’ chess. She lost every time, but as time went on it was harder and harder for him to beat her - though he still managed to every time. He even gave her tips on how to play better and explained which moves would’ve been better. And lastly, she spent the most time with the youngest Weasley, Ginny. 

Sharing her cabin with Ginny resulted in Y/N having a really close bond with the girl. She could still remember the first night Ginny spent with her at the cabin. They had drunk a cup of tea together and Ginny just asked bluntly: “Are you dating my brother?” Y/N almost choked on her tea and had to ask where she got that idea. “Well, he always talks about you in his letters, so I thought that maybe you were his girlfriend,” the red haired girl had answered, before going back to sipping her tea.

Their nightly tea time then became a tradition of sorts. They drank a cup of tea - which usually ended up in multiple cups - together every night and spilled all kinds of secrets to each other. Ginny had told her all about her crush on Harry Potter and Y/N in turn had told about some mischievous things she had done at Hogwarts, giving the small girl tips on how to not get on teachers’ bad sides.

Bill had noticed how close Y/N and Ginny had gotten and it made him even more absolutely smitten for the girl. Yes, he had denied it for a long time at first, but seeing how well she was with his sister, he couldn’t run away from his feelings any longer. He was absolutely in love with Y/N. He loved all her sarcastic remarks and the witty comments she could throw at his head with no effort, but in the last month he had gotten to know another side of her that made him fall even deeper than he deemed possible. She was kind around his family, a trait he never really saw in her before. And she seemed happier. Not to mention that she wasn’t as grumbly as she used to be in the mornings. Of course he had loved her before, but it seemed like she was now more authentically herself now and that only made him fall deeper.

During the first two weeks of the month that the Weasleys spent in Egypt, Bill - and Y/N - didn’t have to work. Y/N had mentally prepared herself to barely see Bill for the next few weeks, when he would show his family around the tombs they had rid of curses and other magnificent parts of Egypt. However, Bill, Molly and Ginny insisted on Y/N tagging along, as she would be all alone in her cabin otherwise. So she joined the family on their little trips, adding a bit more information when Bill seemed to have forgotten.

However, when the last two weeks of their visit rolled around, Bill and Y/N were expected to work, so they could only hang out with the family after work and on the weekends. Molly and Arthur took that time to visit the more tourist-y spots with six of their children, like they enjoyed a boat trip on the Nile and visited all the pyramids they could find. 

And when it was finally time for them to leave Egypt, Y/N had to try her absolute best to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes. She really wasn’t one to openly show emotions like that, so it was quite a new feeling of having to hide watery eyes. Molly had given her about the thousandth motherly hug and she hugged Molly back a little more tightly than before. As if Molly knew what that meant, she made Y/N promise that she would write often and even visit the Burrow sometime.

When they were gone at last, there was an empty feeling in both Bill and Y/N. This resulted in Y/N inviting him to drink another cup of tea in her cabin, which he happily agreed to.

“This was a little tradition of Ginny and me. We would drink tea every night like this. She truly is an amazing kid,” Y/N started.

“She is. She’s going to do wonderful things, I just know it,” Bill smiled.

“You know, you’re really lucky with a family like that,” Y/N mumbled after a while.

“I know. Growing up with them wasn’t always easy, but Godric I wouldn’t change any of it for the world,” he smiled nostalgically. 

“You know, growing up, I never had that kind of relationship with my family. They were all so… cold,” Y/N began and Bill gazed at her. He suspected her home situation wasn’t all that. She had never once received a letter of a family member, nor had they ever visited. He felt happy that she finally felt comfortable enough to tell him about it. 

“They all believed in pureblood supremacy and money and I was so glad to get out of there the minute I got the chance,” she continued. “And don’t get me started on my older brother. He was the worst of all. But it’s fine. They’re out of my life,” she concluded finally. Bill didn’t really know what to say, but Y/N understood what his silence meant and she appreciated it.

“Now, let’s play a game, shall we!” she exclaimed, abruptly changing her mood. She was already going outside to the tent, where all their games and board games were. Bill followed her soon after.

“What do you wanna play?” he asked her.

“Wizards’ chess!” He chuckled at her response and grabbed the familiar game.

He sat it down on the table and his eyes began to gleam with the Gryffindor courage. “What if we make this game a little more interesting,” he suggested.

“What did you have in mind, Weasley?” Y/N asked, not opposed to a challenge.

“If I win, you have to go on a date with me,” he said confidently, courage still soaring through his veins. Her telling him about her family made him see that he was even more in love with her than he ever could’ve dreamed and he had to make it known to her. Y/N stiffened at his request ever so slightly. She still treasured her independence, but after spending a month with the Weasley family, she learned that independence wasn’t everything. So she agreed.

“Okay, but what if I win?” she asked, a small smirk playing on her lips.

“Like you’re going to win,” he joked and shot her a wink. Yet deep down he was all giddy that she hadn’t exactly rejected him. Had she not wanted to go on a date with him, Bill knew she would’ve rejected his offer immediately.

They started the game and Y/N tried harder than ever before. Not because she didn’t want to go on a date with him, but because he thought she couldn’t do it and Y/N wouldn’t be Y/N if she didn’t try everything in her power to prove him wrong.

And so, when she could finally say the word she had been longing to say ever since Bill and her first game of wizards’ chess, she was gleaming with pride. “Checkmate!”

Bill looked at her incredulously. He hadn’t expected her to win the game. “Okay, so you won, you can choose something I have to do now,” he sighed, looking down.

“Kiss me, Weasley,” she said confidently. His eyes snapped up to meet hers. They were full of determination and passion.

“What?” he all but gasped.

Y/N shoved the board onto the side and climbed onto the table until their faces were mere inches away from each other. “I said: kiss me,” she repeated, sitting down on the table in front of him. Bill didn’t have to be told twice - or well thrice - as he cupped her face gently and crashed his lips onto hers. As their lips began moving hungrily in sync, his hands moved to her waist and he pulled her off the table and into his lap so that she was straddling him. Y/N took this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues began combatting for dominance, both too stubborn to give up. Meanwhile they were pouring their feelings into the kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was the kiss they used to tell each other that they loved each other.

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[pappydaddy]

tolerate it (p.w.)

A/N: I got tolerate it done! I have been wanting to write this one since I started this collection and I am so happy to have finished it this is one of my favourite songs from Evermore! I also somehow had this take another course while I was writing this and I accidentally connected it to another fic I am writing for this collection (evermore) so I have altered evermore's description to fit it. I just felt this chemistry as I was writing these characters and it just kinda happened. I also thew in a little easter egg relating to ivy in there - I just couldn't help myself because the opportunity was right there.

I want to let it be known that this is not Percy slander, it is just how this fic ended up. Percy is very career driven and he also cares about how he looks and his image and that is shown in this fic.

Anywho, I know there are a lot of people out there waiting on requests and they are coming, just very slowly. I have not had much time to work on writing because of school, but I will get your requests out eventually! However, I hope you lovelies can enjoy this in the meantime💛!

Paring: Percy Weasley x Fem!Reader, a bit of Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader (too much chemistry to deny honestly)

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

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Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15​

No Voldemort AU, no corrupt Ministry (other than everyday corruption. NOT PERCY SLANDER, JUST CHARACTERIZATION (EXPLAINED ABOVE)

Warnings: Loneliness, breaking up, sadness, angst.

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*I COULD NOT GET A GIF - I AM SORRY BUT THERE are ABSOLUTELY NO PERCY GIFS AVAILABLE TO ME😭*

The sound of silence swirled in the room with the dust that floated in the golden rays of sunlight. For something so present in her life these days, Y/N was still not used to the painful silence. She sat on the cushioned couch in Percy’s study, a book laid open on her lap, her hands folded, her back straight. She never used to sit like that, she always thought people who did look like they were always trying to hide something. But, then again, she never used to think she’d be sitting in the same room as her fiancé while feeling like she was millions of kilometres away from him. She lifted her eyes slowly, trailing over the beautifully crafted hardwood floor, over the red and gold rug (that matched the decor of the room), they danced along the dark wood of Percy’s desk. They finally stopped when they landed on his flaming red hair as it shined in the afternoon sunlight. Her head lifted as she studied him. Hunched over his papers, he scribbled furiously. “Percy, dear,” She cleared her throat when her voice came out more mousey than she expected. Percy hummed, not lifting his head from his work. “I was thinking we could go to town today, shop around for some more things for your brother’s visit?”

“Why? Charlie will be fine with everything we have in the guest room.” Percy grunted, dipping his quill in the ink-pot. Y/N pursed her lips, setting the book on the cushion beside her.

“Well, maybe we could get different soap for the ensuite? Maybe some relaxing candles, stuff so he can draw himself a bath,” She suggested, folding her hands back in her lap. “I’m sure he will be tired from coming all the way here from Romania. He’s not used to England time anymore.”

“Charlie doesn’t need all that, besides, it’s not like he’ll have time to relax. Once he’s here, we’ve got to get right to work,” He shook his head as he read over the new paper in his hands. “We’ve got lots of work to do,” He paused, his eyes finally looking at her, but only to flick over her seated form. “You would understand if you were still working.” He jabbed.

Y/N nodded, rolling her lips as she let the comment slide off her back, not thinking too much about his quip, just like she did with the others. “Well, we should still get him something nice, welcome him into our house.”

“I can’t go to town, Y/N, I have to get this done. You can go if you think it to be so important.”

“But I thought it would be nice to go together. It is a beautiful Saturday and those aren’t due for another week-“ She tried to explain, but the sound of Percy angrily throwing his quill against the table cut her off, startling her.

“I can’t just run off to town on a whim. Now if you can’t sit in here quietly then you can go read in another room or something, I don’t care what you do as long as I can get some peace and quiet.” He exploded, gesturing his hand aggressively towards the closed door to his study. She silently looked at the door.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” She whispered, grabbing the book and raising from the vision, remembering the lecture Percy had given her last time she didn’t put her book back before leaving a room. On her way to the door, she gently laid the book on one of the built-in bookshelves, not even looking at it. Instead, she kept her eyes forward, not wanting to look at Percy as he bowed his head back down to scribble on the paper. The door opened with a creak as Y/N slid out into the large and empty hall. Softly, she rested her weight on the door till it shut. Heaving out a sigh, she let her head fall back against the beautifully crafted white door, the identical one beside her jiggling when the other locked into it with a click.

Living with Percy was not what she thought it would be. When she was just a naive schoolgirl, they talked of having a decent house with a cozy feel, the rooms filled with laughter and the warmth of family, nights spent by the crackling fire with hushed voices and tender touches. The memories of the daydreams she had looked like a fairytale, conjured up from the mind of a foolish girl who thought happy endings were real. Now, she was alone in this grand house, the rooms and halls feeling cold with the only sound being the echoes of her footsteps. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself off the door and made her way to get ready to go to town.

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The melody of classical music filled the room as it was bathed in the orange and pink hues of the setting sun. Y/N sat in the armchair by the fire, watching the flames licking the stone, the black smoke swirling up into the chimney. Percy sat in the chair across from her, a book open in his hands, his head bowed low. Many nights in the Common Room were spent like these, Percy’s nose in a book as they sat by the warm fire. It looked almost the exact same as those nights to anyone else who had witnessed them, but Y/N could tell the difference. Now, the fire felt just as cold at the space between them, gone were the soft touches, the stroke of Percy’s thumb against Y/N’s hand, the feeling of his side pressed against her side, the comfortable silence. Y/N missed it all, but the thing she missed the most were the glances that left her smiling and blushing while a storm of butterflies raged in her stomach. Now, she just sat watching him read with his head low, noticing every little thing he does and doesn’t do.

“Percy,” Charlie’s gruff voice spoke, speaking over the cracks of the fire and breaking the verbal silence. Percy looked up from his book, his eyes not even glancing at Y/N in their path to look at Charlie entering the sitting room. Y/N softly turned her head to look at Charlie who took a seat on the empty couch. “I just thought of something that we should talk about in tomorrow's meeting.” He informed him.

“Just one second, Charlie,” Percy interrupted him before he could continue, his finger in the air as he turned his eyes to Y/N sitting across from him. She already knew what he was going to say before the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Y/N, would you excuse us, we have to discuss business and you have no need to be here while we do that.” He finally spoke to her for the first time since dinner. She nodded, standing from the chair and smoothing the back of her dress.

“She doesn’t need to go, the house is far too cold for her not to be near a fire and there isn’t one made anywhere else but my room.” Charlie insisted, catching Y/N’s forearm as she went to walk by the couch, heading for the grand archway leading to the dark hall.

“Nonsense, she can make one with her wand in the bedroom,” Percy waved him off. Y/N bit her bottom lip, looking back at Percy. “What are you looking at me for? You know how to start a fire, I know you’re two years younger than me, but they still taught you the same things as they taught me in Hogwarts.”

“I know how to do it, but I can’t. My wand broke when I slipped on ice in town a couple of days ago, I haven’t been able to run to Diagon Alley to get it fixed yet, remember?” She reminded him meekly, not wanting the same reprimanding she had received when she had told him the first time. Percy tutted, rolling his eyes as he remembered, gently closing the book still in his hands and setting it beside his leg, sticking into the gap between the cushion and the armrest of the chair.

“Ah, yes, I remember now. It’s laying on your dresser snapped practically in half. How many times do I have to tell you not to take your wand when it is icy out? How many wands do you need to break before you realize that,” He lectured as if she was a child. “Very well, wait outside the doorway and I’ll come to start a fire for you.” He heaved out a sigh, beckoning her away with a flick of his hand. Nodding, she went to walk away, but Charlie had not let go of her, instead, he tightened his hold, keeping her in place.

She looked down at him, her lips parted slightly in shock as he glared at his younger brother before looking up at her. “You can just go in my room while Percy and I talk then I will come get you and we can go and start a fire for you in your room.” Charlie informed her in such a way that told her she was not going to argue with him. Nodding silently, she pulled her arm free from his now loose grip and exited the room as it fell silent with tense air between the brothers, her heels clicking on the hardwood and the cracks of the fire being the only sound.

They must have waited until they couldn’t hear her heel clicks anymore before starting to talk since she didn’t hear a single sound coming from the room as she walked down the dark hall, the only light coming from the flicking flames of the candles lining the hallway. She sighed, pushing Charlie’s door open and slipping to the room. She didn’t even notice how cold she was until she stepped into the warm room, she relaxed into the warmth, closing the door behind her to trap the heat in. Making her way over to the armchair stationed in front of the roaring fire, she watched the flames just like she had done in the other room, thinking. All she did was sit in silence, try to live alongside Percy without messing up and making him lecture her. She didn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand how this Percy was the same Percy who stayed up late in the Common Room to talk to her about the scars of her past and soothed each and every one of them, laying soft blankets over the barbed wire of her heart so she could escape and finally love.

She jumped slightly when the door creaked open. Startled, she looked up to see Charlie walking into the room, closing the door behind him again. “Sorry to startle you, I didn’t know you were so deep in thought.” Charlie apologized, sitting in the other armchair across from her.

“It is okay, Charlie,” She told him, moving to stand but he held a hand out to signal her to stop. Obeying him immediately as if he was Percy, she settled back in her chair, sitting posed with her hands folded delicately in her lap, nervous as to why he seemed so stern, assuming she was going to have to listen to another lecture. “Are we not going to start a fire in the master bedroom?” She asked quietly when he didn’t answer, only dropping his hand back to his thigh with a slap, shaking his head.

“No, not yet. I want to talk to you first.” He told her.

“Oh-” She trailed off, her eyes casting down to the rug under their feet before back up at him, confused. “About what? If it is about getting Percy to mention something in the meeting for you, he doesn’t let me talk about work with him-”

“It’s not about Percy, not entirely,” He cut her off, leaning towards her with narrowed eyes as he studied her. She gulped, leaning away, unsure of what he was doing. “You’ve changed,” He mused, leaning back in the chair after concluding his study of her, his eyes still burning into her as she shifted. She knew she changed, it was not hard to tell that she has changed. “You used to stand up for yourself, make yourself known. You were never the doting housewife type of person, but yet here you are, being treated like a child by your fiancé. Why?”

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to the floor. “People change. Percy is so mature and wise, he must be right so that means I should listen to him, he knows best.” She whispered, not believing a word she said. Percy was mature and wise, much older than her, but she knew that he was not right about how he treated her.

“I don’t believe that, but it’s late and you should get some sleep,” He stood, prompting her to stand as well, hurriedly as if she would be scolded for not being prompt enough. “I excused myself from the meeting tomorrow and I am taking you to Diagon Alley. So you have to be up, we are spending the day there and eating supper there as well, which gives you a break from the house chores and Percy commenting on how dirty the plates are or how you set the table wrong, or your cooking. Might even swing by and visit Fred and George’s shop, must have lots to talk to you about, those two.” He told her as he walked to the door, her following behind him silently.

“What about Percy, is he still holding the meeting? He must be mad about you cancelling on him.” She asked nervously as he led her through the darkened halls, the candles having been extinguished, the only light coming from the winter moonlight streaming in through the grand windows.

“He got an urgent letter from the Ministry, he had to leave immediately for an emergency, probably be gone tonight and most of tomorrow.” Charlie told her, opening her bedroom that she shared with Percy.

“I hope everything is okay, it must be very important for him to be called away at a time like this.” She commented, shivering as she stepped into the room that seemed to be even colder than the frozen hall.

“Nothing to worry too much about, I am sure it is just a vermin issue and he has to try to contact someone to tend to it. I think he muttered something about Flesh-eating slugs actually,” He didn’t even look at her as he flicked his wand at the fireplace, igniting the wood that laid stacked in it. Something about how he spoke told her that he wasn’t telling the truth and Percy hadn’t been called away, instead, having stormed off to the office. He pocketed his wand, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of the room, the glow of the fire lightning it. “I will leave you this to sleep on,” He paused, walking to the door while still looking at her. “The sanctuary is looking for a new magizoologist with an extensive knowledge in herbology.”

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Y/N walked out of Ollivander’s with her new wand encased safely in the box which was in a bag dangling from the crook of her elbow. Charlie walked out behind her, letting the door fall shut after they said bye to Ollivander. “Okay, now that you’ve got your wand, let’s pop into the Twin’s shop.” Charlie suggested, pointing to the brightly pained shop with the giant, animated man. She looked up as she slipped her knotted coin bag back into her pocket, taking in the shop.

“Sure I haven’t seen the shop in a while. I just never have time to come here. Not with all the chores I have to do around the house.” She shrugged, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her travelling cloak.

“What on earth does my brother have you doing that takes up all your time?” Charlie questioned as they started to slowly make their way down the crowded street, taking their time and enjoying the feeling of walking through the snowy alley. Y/N shrugged again, her eyes looking down at the snow-covered cobblestone, the white fluff packed into the cracks of the cobblestone.

“I mostly clean around the house, but I have to do it a certain way, if I do not, I end up having to listen to Percy’s comments about how much he tolerates.” She told him as they neared the front door of the joke shop, Charlie pulling the door open, letting her go in first as he scoffed at her comment, but he didn’t say anything. Y/N ignored Charlie, looking around the busy story, watching as fireworks whizzed around, ducking as one came right at her head.

“Let’s see what Fred and George think of how he’s treating you,” Charlie hummed, gently leading her farther into the shop so that he could close the door, cutting the cold winter wind off. “There’s one of them now.” He pointed to the tall ginger who was talking to a young customer, nabbing a product from the top of the tall shelf. Before she could protest, Charlie was walking around her and approaching the twin with long strides.

Scurrying after him, she caught up just in time for the twin to turn around, the child scampering off elsewhere to browse. “Ah, Charlie, my dear brother. To what do we owe the pleasure of you gracing our shop too,” The twin exclaimed, a feeling of joy and fun surrounding them as they spent more time in the store. “And Y/N, the future Mrs. Percy Weasley. Good to see you, Madam.” He bowed to her extravagantly, making Y/N looked around the shop with reddened cheeks, hoping nobody saw his little show.

“Hi, George,” Y/N greeted, recognizing the voice. Appearance-wise, she had a hard time telling them apart, but as soon as they talked, she was able to pinpoint just which twin was in front of her without fail. George nodded at the greeting, standing right as Fred wandered over to the group leisurely. “Fred.” Y/N greeted him first, his hands in his pockets, making his suit jacket flare out, being a picture of laid-back.

“Good morning, Y/N,” He nodded to her before nodding to his older brother. “Charlie. What can we do for you today?” He posed the same question his twin had, looking between the pair he never thought he would see grace his shop together. Charlie shrugged, looking at the shelf next to him, poking a box.

“Just popped in to take a peek and get your opinions on a topic we were just discussing,” Charlie told them, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets, looking back to his tall brothers. “Percy.”

“And what about our dear brother?” Fred asked, rolling onto the balls of his feet then rocking back onto his heels. Y/N shook her head at Charlie, fairly annoyed with his mission. She knew everything he was saying, they were all thoughts she already held in her head, but how could she leave Percy after all the love that they held for one another. That love had to still be there, it couldn’t just disappear suddenly.

“Has Y/N changed in the past two years?” Charlie blurted out, confusing the two pranksters in front of him, making them share puzzled looks before looking at Charlie again.

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with Percy?” George wondered.

“Look, yes, I have changed, but Percy has to still love me,” She directed the comment to Charlie, leaving Fred and George to look at each other, questioning what was going on. “All that love couldn’t have just disappeared. We love each other and while life is not how I pictured it, I do not see why I have to do anything to change it. If Percy thinks life should be like that, then he must be right.” She expressed.

“Tell us, Y/N, what life had you pictured?” Charlie asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he instantly knew this would win the argument for him. Y/N shrugged, thinking, her eyes drifting around the store as she thought back to the visions she fell asleep to. The stories she thought would be a reality, but now know that they were just fairytales of a naive girl.

“I guess I always pictured Percy and I sitting on a couch in front of a warm fire, him reading a book out loud. We would share soft touches as we both relaxed after a long day at work. The house would be warm and lively, heated by our love for each other as we did daily activities together like cooking,” She paused, her eyes dancing along the ceiling as fireworks fizzled out overhead. She watched the once bright colours flicker and sputter before going out, leaving a trail of grey smoke swirling into the air. “He would do great things in the Ministry, building up the Wizarding World and I would be making strides in the Magizoologist field,” She sighed, looking back at the three men. “But I guess, somewhere along the way, now he’s building his career and I am just sitting at home, trying to make sure everything is perfect for him all the time.” She trailed off, hanging her head as she thought it through.

“Personally, I don’t see how your life now can compare to the life you pictured.” George spoke up.

“Of course it is incomparable, but life never goes as planned. What I wanted and what I am supposed to have are two very different things,” She agreed. “Besides, it’s not how the world works, I am just naive and childish, Percy tells me that all the time.” Fred shook his head, pointing between himself and his twin.

“No, no. We are childish, you were never naive and childish. You had dreams and an idea of how you wanted your life.” Fred told her, oddly wise and serious for him. George nodded along, silently agreeing. Huffing, Y/N’s tongue flicked out, swiping along her drying lips. Glancing at Charlie, she saw him looking at her, a look in his eye telling her to believe them. She found herself trusting his eyes, staying locked in his gaze until she came to her senses and darted her eyes back to the ceiling.

“It isn’t too late to have your dream life, Y/N,” Charlie spoke softly. Y/N could feel his eyes on her still, but she ignored it and continued to look at the ceiling where fireworks once were zooming around, darting towards the shelves, fizzing and sparking with beautiful colours. “You just have to talk to Percy if you always pictured him in your life. You can have the life you pictured, what you want and what you are supposed to have are not two different things.” He told her.” She listened to his words. She could do it. She could remove the painful dagger he had jabbed into her dreams and pull it out if she had to.

“I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, looking back over at Charlie who smiled at her, proud that she had finally listened. She found the corners of her lips turning up into a smile as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders and chest. Just then, pops and fizzes were heard overhead, making her look up, seeing the bright colours swirling around the ceiling before each of them whizzed off elsewhere in the shop.

“Well, that means it is a new hour-” Fred started, looking up at the new fireworks speeding through the store, dodging one that almost hit him.

“Lunchtime.” George finished, also gazing at the fireworks.

“Well, we best be heading to lunch, we’ve got lots to discuss and do today,” Charlie nodded to his brothers who started a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would take their lunch first. “I’ll see you at Y/N’s and Percy’s tomorrow night for the family dinner before I leave?” He asked them, earning nods and a frustrated grunt from Fred when George beat him in the first game.

“See you guys.” Y/N waved as they started a new round. Charlie and her turning around to make their way out of the shop, walking back out into the bitter cold. Y/N couldn’t help but let her destined conversation with Percy weigh on her mind.

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Y/N collected the dirty plates as Percy talked to Bill about Ministry business, the others having migrated to the living room after Y/N had denied help, the only one who insisted passed her stubbornness and actually forced her to let him help was Charlie who took it upon himself to clean and put the dishes back. “Here, dear, let me take those into the kitchen for you.” Molly marched back into the dining room, hands out ready to grab the stack of dishes from Y/N.

“You do not need to help, Molly, you are our guest, I am more than capable.” She insisted politely, adding another plate to the stack. It was one of their fancier sets, not that any of their sets weren’t fancy, but these ones were the more expensive set that they used for family gatherings.

“Nonsense dear, you can’t take all of these dishes without your wand. I’ll clear the table and you can go search for it.” Molly waved her hand at the young woman, forcefully grabbing the stacks of plates from her hands.

“Did you lose your brand new wand already?” Percy asked her, cutting off his conversation once his mother was in the kitchen. Y/N looked to him, shrinking back under his judgemental gaze, folding into herself as if she was a child being scolded.

“I had it in the bedroom while I was getting ready, I left it on the bed to go into the bathroom, but it was gone when I got back,” She explained, but he just huffed, rolling his eyes at her, muttering under his breath, clearly embarrassed she had been so foolish in front of his family. “I honestly think it got wrapped up in the sheets, I am sure I will find it when it is time to go to bed.” She spoke up.

“I am very sorry for her immaturity, Bill,” Percy apologized. “Y/N, could you go wait in the kitchen while I finish up with Bill then I’ll call you back in.” He told her. Nodding, she bowed her head, walking through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Molly and Charlie looked at her, but she simply waited outside of the doorway, trying not to listen to Percy and Bill talking.

“What are you doing,” She jumped when Charlie appeared beside her, his present startling her. “Sorry,” He apologized, drying his hands on one of the dishtowels as the dishes continued to watch themselves in the sink, Molly leaving the room to get more dishes from the table. “But what are you doing?”

“Waiting for Percy to be done, he wants to talk about me losing my wand,” She told him. Charlie groaned, tossing the towel to the counter messily, giving her a look. “I know, I know,” She muttered, knowing what he was thinking. “I need to talk to him, but I am not talking to him right before a huge family dinner nor am I talking to him while you’re here.” She told him, turning around as he walked farther into the kitchen, starting to put the dishes away as they placed themselves into the rack after drying themselves.

“That means you’re going to talk to him tomorrow after I leave, right?” He asked, not noticing Fred and George walking into the kitchen in search of more food, the pair stopping to listen to the conversation.

“Yes, at some point tomorrow I will talk to him. For now, I can survive this treatment for another night, besides, I want to put the conversation off because what if it’s the end of Percy and I? Am I really ready for that possibility? What if there is still love buried under this mess?” She worried, watching as he moved through the kitchen to place the dishes back, having already figured out the layout in the short time he was there. She was amazed at how quick he was to adapt to change.

“I guess then that is the difference between the life you picture and the life you are meant to have, there are things that just do not work out because they are holding you back from your dream. If this conversation is the end of you and Percy then it is the end.” Charlie shrugged, stopping what he was doing as the dishes started to lag behind. She hummed nervously, twisting her fingers as she shifted.

“Y/N, could you come in here for a moment?” Percy called to her. With one last look shared between her and Charlie, she turned, nearly bumping into George in the process, not realizing he was in the room. He smiled down at her, moving out of her way as Fred wandered up to Charlie, patting him on his back.

“You and I aren’t that different, are we Charlie-boy? Both trying to break up engagements.” He spoke, but something told Y/N she was not meant to hear that.

“I’m not trying to break up with engagement, Fred, that’s ridiculous-” She couldn’t hear what else Charlie was saying as she walked into the dining room again, spotting Percy sitting in the same spot, his hands folded on the clean table in front of him, Molly walking into the kitchen, smiling as she passed her, clearly unaware she was going to be lectured by her son.

“Really, Percy, I know where my wand is, I just didn’t have enough time to actually look for it in the sheets.” She told him, taking a seat at the table, a few spots down the head he sat at, his cold eyes on her. She gulped, shifting in her seat as she folded her hands in her lap, angling her body to look at him better.

“You couldn’t have told me you lost your wand? I could have found it and spared us being embarrassed in front of my family,” He questioned, exasperated. “You know, I know I saw this a lot, but I really do tolerate so much from you. Please, for the love of Merlin, next time think about how we appear to others before you tell people that you lost your brand new wand. I mean, how clumsy are you? First, you break one and now you lost one.” He shook his head, standing up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

“I really am sorry, Molly was asking and I couldn’t lie to her,” She insisted, standing up herself. “Where are you going, is this the end of the conversation, I don’t even get to defend myself?” She asked as he walked towards the archway leading to the hall. He paused, looking over his shoulder at her.

“I have to go do damage control so that we are not the laughing stock of the family. Why don’t you go and work on the dishes with Charlie?” He suggested in a way that told her to just listen to him. Not wanting to put him into a worse mood than he already was, she obeyed, making her way back into the kitchen where Charlie worked at putting the dishes away again, the twins had left, obviously taking the hallway back to the sitting room.

“Hey, I know this might not be the time, but I just realized that I might not be able to return for Christmas again this year so I wanted to take this opportunity to say Happy Christmas to you.” Charlie said when he heard her walking in, looking over his shoulder as he placed a glass back into its spot.

“Happy Christmas, Charlie.” She returned the festive greeting solemnly, making Charlie give her a concerned look before deciding not to ask any questions, clearly seeing that she was too wrapped up in her head to listen to him pester her. Instead, he went back to putting the dishes back, glancing at her every few minutes.

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The house had returned to its normal silence once again, leaving Y/N sitting alone in the sitting room, waiting for Percy to get home from the Ministry. She twisted her fingers together, staring at the flames in the fireplace, heating the room. Looking up as she heard the door to their house opening, she stood, rushing through the sitting room to look out into the hall, seeing Percy shrugging off his cloak and setting his briefcase down. “Percy,” She spoke softly, gaining his attention. He hummed, looking up at her as he untied his shoes. “Could you come in here a moment, I have to talk to you about something.” She asked him rather nervously.

“Of course, just a moment while I change my shoes, I don’t want to track snow into the house,” He told her, grabbing another pair of shoes to slip on. She nodded, ducking back into the sitting room and making her way back over to the sofa, taking her spot back. The thought of this conversation being the end of her relationship with him weighed in her mind, but after spending the day all by herself for the first time in a week, she realized how it already felt that it was over between them for the longest time. She wasn’t able to think too much about it anymore as Percy walked into the room, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them, trying to warm himself up. “What do you need to talk about?” He asked her, standing in front of the fireplace, holding his hands out to it.

“I want my dream life,” She blurted out, not giving herself a chance to chicken out. Gulping, she watched as he glanced over his shoulder at her in confusion. “I want to go back to work and I want to know if you still love me.” She continued, throwing the plan she had rehearsed for this conversation out the window.

“Of course I still love you-”

“Really? Because it seems to me that I am just a burden that you tolerate and I should not just be tolerated, I should be celebrated and shown love, but all you do is make comments and roll your eyes as if I am a child,” She ranted, the words just pouring out, easing the pressure she didn’t know she had weighing down on her chest. “I want to be loved and appreciated, not banished to doorways and shooed out of rooms. I want to be able to live, I want to be relevant in someone else's life, I want to make a name for myself, not just making it into the footnotes of your success story,” She paused, looking lifting her eyes from the floor, looking at him to see him fully turned towards her, his mouth hanging open as he blinked at her. “And I so desperately want to know that there is still love between us because you were who I imagined in my perfect life. Please,” She choked on unshed tears, feeling the tell-tale lump in her throat, blocking the words from leaving her mouth. “Please tell me that this is all in my head and that there is a flame still burning in the depths of this darkness.” She pleaded, a few tears slipping down her cold cheeks.

She was silent, the only noise coming from her were the sniffles as she tried to not let out the sobs and cries she was holding back. He stayed silent as well, his eyes stuck to the floor under his feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. A sob slipped past her lips as she realized what the silence meant, but part of her didn’t want to believe it. “If you don’t tell me it is possible for us to love each other still, then I will have no problem taking this dagger you jabbed through my heart out, leaving the idea of us bleeding out on this coffee table if that meant I could have my dream life,” She was fully prepared now to leave him, to dump the weight of him off her shoulders. “Believe me, Percy Weasley, I can do it if you do not tell me that I somehow got this all wrong,” She gave him another opportunity to speak up, to fight for her, but he remained silent, still not lifting his eyes to meet her. Just then, she knew that she could not deny it anymore and her heart shattered with the force compared to the killing curse, breaking into millions of little, tiny pieces as she realized that there was no more love and he was just tolerating her to save face. “Well, I guess this belongs to you again,” She whispered, pulling the engagement ring off her finger, gently laying it on the clean coffee table, standing up. “I already had my things ready in case this happened so this is goodbye, Percy.” She kept her eyes on him, hoping that he would lift his eyes from the floor finally and tell her to stay, that he did love her still, but he didn’t. He remained just as silent and cold as the house they were in. He gave her no other choice but to walk out of the room and walk out of this life, now free from the dagger in her heart and the weight of him crushing down on her, free from him only tolerating her.

[steviemae]

100 ways to say i love you. masterlist.

3. it’s my treat.  george weasley x reader | fluff

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You scanned the treats lined perfectly on the shelves of Honeydukes. It was the first trip to Hogsmeade of the year, and to say you were excited to stock up on sweets was an understatement. You practically dragged George all the way here. You had lost him in the crowd of students a little bit ago, but knew he would find his way back eventually. 

You took extra care in reading the packaging, throwing things you knew you and George would like into your basket. Grabbing a few things for George’s siblings as you usually do when you go to Hogsmeade. Usually picking up things that made you think of them while you were browsing. They never expected you to, but you liked seeing their faces light up when you handed them the small items. 

“Buying out the whole shop, darling?” Your boyfriend teased from behind you. His glove clad hands settling on your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I want to make sure i have enough to last until the next trip. Plus i have stuff for you and the others too.” You turned in his grasp, looking up at him with a loving smile on your face. His cheeks were red from the harsh winter wind outside. You slid the basked handle onto your forearm and brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, letting the warmth soothe them.

He smiled down at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead before stealthily snatching the basket from your arm and running to the counter. You followed after him, calling out in protest. You tried to shove him out of the way, fiddling with your wallet to pay for your sweets. He chuckled at your sad attempt to move his large frame.

“no, no. It’s my treat.” he said picking you up and putting you back down away from the counter. “It’s the least i can do after everything you’ve bought for my family and i.” 

You nodded, stepping back and allowing him to pay for the sweets. He walked back over to you, a giant smile on his lips and the bag. He threw his arm over your shoulder, leading you out into the cold. You shivered and snuggled closer into his side to attempt to shield yourself from the wind.

After a bit of walking in silence, you looked up at George. “You know i don’t buy things for you guys expecting anything in return, right?” you asked

George looked down at you, a frown settling on his lips, “i know, love. I just wanted to be the one who bought something for you for a change. I know you don’t expect anything and you do it because you genuinely want to, i just wanted to do something for you. Plus there’s more waiting in the common room when we get back.” He shot you a wink, ignoring all of the questions that flooded out of your mouth as you walked back towards Hogwarts.

[dapperappleton]

Dear Author I love the Weasley Twins x reader poly imagines Can u please do more fanfic of them x reader in a poly It’s the Twins and reader getting married And after the wedding ceremony and party they and the reader went somewhere for honeymoon And it’s fluff and it will be smut eventually Pleaseee🥺 Thankyouu🙏✨✨

A/N: Thanks for the request!! I love polyships, particularly with the twins. I’m sorry this took awhile to write, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hope I did your idea justice!

Warnings: none (I don’t do n$fw)

“Well, Y/N Weasley.” Fred lifted you up bridal style and threw you on the bed. “How about we celebrate our new marriage?”

Y/N smirked and hopped off the bed. They knew what the boys were thinking about, but they had other plans. They walked over to the record player sitting in the corner of their bedroom and played a muggle record.

Instead of going to some famous, yet beautiful, city like most people would for their honeymoon, George, Y/N, and Fred had decided on going to a cottage in between a forest and an open meadow. It was beautiful and very homey. The soft sunlight filtered through the windows onto the wood floors and the wood furniture. If you stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked out one window you would see the peaceful forest and the dark greens and browns it held, but if you turned around you could looks out another window onto the meadow, a mix of yellows, greens, and the odd burst of colour from flowers. It was the prefect place for a honeymoon with your two boys.

The record played smoothly while a fire crackled in the fireplace. You walked up to George and held out your hand. Not sure what you were up to, he took it. You pulled him into you and started to dance slowly with him. You both moved around the room slowly, socks shuffling on the wooden floors. It felt like an hour when it was probably only five minutes, but the way George stared into your eyes, into your soul really, made time seem to disappear. You both had soft smiles on your faces, revelling in the fact that you were theirs and they were yours forever and always. George glanced down at the beautiful rings — you had one from each twin — on your hands.

It was not a moment later that the music switched from the slow song that you didn’t really recognise into a rock song. It startled you, but before you could question it Fred grabbed your wrist and spun you around a few times. You were a little dizzy but laughing nonetheless. Fred had started to dance poorly, and George had joined in at dancing as stupidly as possible. They almost looked like they weren’t in control of their bodies and long limbs. You laughed and shook your head. Fred looked at you and pouted.

“Come on, Y/N. Join us! Become what you were meant to be!”

“And what would that be Freddie,” You retorted. “A fish on land? One of those wavy guys at car dealerships?”

George snorted before pulling you into his chest. Fred ended up behind you. They both had their arms around, Fred’s on your shoulders and George’s on your waist. Fred places a lingering kiss on your head. You were trapped in a cage of prankster.

“Y/N Weasley,” George pondered. “It sounds so fitting. However, I still liked Y/N Weasley’s-Wizard-Wheezes. It would be good advertising.”

“No it wouldn’t you dork.” You laughed into his chest. “You’re lucky I love you.”

[herohallpotter1233]

Random imagines of how Mr. And Mrs. Weasley took care of the child in their charge.

A night of terror -

With 7 children the Weasleys were used to noise.

They would fling and throw each other about the house, chasing and running. Playing quidditch and practical jokes. These happy and sometimes frustrated screams we’re all memories to be made. The heart of the Borrow.

But the scream of terror and heartbreak was Something new.

Sure each Red headed child had a nightmare here and there. There was almost always someone sick, with nights staying up cleaning vomit and coaxing a feverish child back to sleep.

But this cold fear that ran through Mrs. Weasley’s the first time she heard the call for help was deafening. Her heart stopped beating and she clutched her chest.

Waking Mr. Weasley was no easy task by daylight but he also sat rigid in fear as he too heared the dispair clanging from the attic. But this time it wasn’t the ghost but a young boy they had taken in as their charge for the summer.

The pair jumped from bed and raced to the bedroom. As they travelled through the rickety house doors flung open and beady eyed children stood paralysed in fear and unknowing.

‘ All of your downstairs now. Percy put the kettle on will you? I’ll make some coco in a minute.” Mrs. Weasley said kissing the top of Ginny’s small head.

The 5 red heads and one very bushy headed child slowly stalked their way to the kitchen, banging things as they went. As the children’s footsteps quietened, the Weasley carried on to the attic.

Opening in the door they found Ronald, their youngest boy tangled within his sheets, snoring loudly and talking calmly in his sleep. He seemed completely unaware that another boy in the room was in complete distress.

The other boy had dark shaggy hair that stood in all direction making him look somewhat homeless in daylight but down in the glow of the midnight moon it made him look almost deranged.

The boy’s flailing and shouting didn’t help this either. The boy with dazzling green eyes suddenly launched himself straight and screamed for his mother. He cried and begged. He did want her to leave. He didn’t like the green light.

Molly Weasley’s heart broke. She gently walked forward and stroked the boys hair from his forehead. “ Shush. You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” As she did this he stiffened and she cried. The boy sat Alert but not awake. He still look terrorised by his waking dream. So like any mother she continued.

As he began to relax she held him in her arms as she had with Ron when he first started having night terrors of spiders. She’d hug him and tell him that his mummy was here. That no one or no thing could hurt him when she was there. So she held Harry and rocked him until he’d broken from the dream.

Then when his exhausted body gave out and dragged him back to sleep. She kissed his mane of dark hair and tucked him in saying “Goodnight Harry. Your always safe here.”

And for the first time since their boys were young Arthur Weasley conjured a nightlight made from stars. He looked down at this boy and said “now then my boy your gonna sleep fine now.”

Quietly they detangled Ron to ensure he could breathe in the nest of blankets he’d made himself and they closed the door. Breathing a sigh of relief. They look at each other in only a way a parent could look at a parent.

As they made their way to the kitchen, they held each other. Knowing they’d never understand what the boy had gone through but knowing they’d do their damnest to try and comfort him when they could.

All the beady eyed children sat alert and wide eyed now, waiting for any news.

As the Weasley enetered they were bombarded with questions.

“ why does he scream like that?”

“ what’s wrong with him mum?”

“ Can we have coco now?”

“ Alright all of you. Sit down. I’ll make coco and Daddy will explain. Tea Percy?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“ Thanks mum.”

“ Harry has what we call Night terrors. There like nightmares but worse. It’s not just a dream you see. Night terrors are like reliving trauma. He isn’t just seeing something. he’s living it. Completely emersed in this panic. Ron used it get them. You’ve all had spouts with them.” Mr. Weasley explained and sighed. “ You generally grow out of them by now. But with what Harry has been through. Night terrors allow a person to deal with emotions their not aware of in their waking hours.”

“ So he’s okay then?” Hermione asked quietly.

“ Oh yeah. I doubt he’ll even remember it in the morning.”

“ and you’ll say nothing about it to him or Ron. You here me?” She surveyed her children.

“ So he’s not hurt or anything?” Ginny asked.

“ No not at all. He’s fine. We’ve tucked him up and calmed him down.” Mr. Weasley assures his youngest.

“ Right here’s the coco. Be carefully it’s hot. Marshmallows and chocolate flakes are on the table. Dig in.” Mrs. Weasley said as she placed the a round of mugs in the table.

“ Biscuits, Percy are on table too.” Mr. Weasley pointed.

“ Thank you dad.”

The couple sat at the end of the table watching as the group of youngsters devoured the treats in front of them. They laughed and joked then it was time for bed.

“ Right then you lot. Let’s get you back to bed. There’s a big day tomorrow.” Mr. Weasley stated as he rounded the kids up and led them up the stairs.

“ Night mum, night dad.” Was a chorus heard in that moment.

“ Thank you Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. See you in the morning.” Hermione popped in at the end.

“ Goodnight dear.”

In that night the Weasley’s knew that Harry Potter needed a family and they were more than happy to oblige.

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Super weird. Random thought. Turned out differently then I imagined. Hope you enjoyed.

Love, Hero.

[lumosology]

Being Best Friends with the Trio Would Include...

• at first you didn’t really know anyone at hogwarts  • you’d socialize here and then but never really hung out with anyone • until you met ron • he asked for some help on a question in transfiguration • you gladly helped him out • ever since then, you two started to talk more in that class • weeks later you got the courage to say hi out of class and talk with him before a few of the houses went to the great hall for mail and such • he had invited you to sit with him and his friends which made you really really excited • but you never could show it • so you accepted “cooly” • “ron, who’s this?” • “this is y/n, she’s/he’s cool”

• you started to get along really well with them even though you tried to not be so awkward • ron would be talking about his trip to egypt with his family • and hermione trying to figure out your schedule • and then harry is there just listening  • you’ve really developed a friendship with the trio • you’d always go to harry’s quidditch games and study with hermione • you were really close with them all but you were really close with ron • sadly your streak of doing good in school went down a bit • you were always going on crazy adventures with harry and ron and helping them out • hermione swears they are a bad influence on you • which always made you giggle • sometimes in the common room you’d chill out with them • until 12 in the morning • you were able to convince hermione to stay up since it was a friday • until you eventually fell asleep during the conversation • there was something you’ve always wanted to do • which was visit the burrow with your friends • then thats when ron INVITED you • you heard ron has a big family and his house is pratically held up with magic • it always fascinates you, magic (even if you are a pureblood/halfblood) • when you got there with harry • you LOVED it • molly was so nice and treated you very well • the twins would play pranks on you but you’d laugh it off • they’d always tease you about ron which made it awkward  • but you swear you’re just friends • ginny is super fun to be around • it was funny to talk about boys/girls with her • it was so obvious she liked harry • harry is pretty oblivious to things in that category • which made it even more funnier • you’d sleep in ginny’s room with her and hermione • but you’d always sneak up to ron’s room when hermione and ginny are asleep • and you’d wake harry and ron up not even caring they were asleep • they’d be pretty pissed but they couldn’t stay mad at you forever • the three of you would stay up and talk about all sorts of things • until ron falls asleep and harry is barely awake • you were really tired but you two stayed up until very early in the morning • talking about anything you can think of • until you both pass out • which sounds cringe • but trust me, if you were there, you wouldn’t care • ok this imagine is really bad now that i think of it • but oH WEll • ok back to the proper not proper ok whatever writing • later on in life your friendship wih them is as strong as ever • they have been the best friends you’ve been waiting for • and you couldn’t ask for more

[envision-fandom]

Counter Attack

Fred and George Weasley fanfiction

Reader x Fred and George

Defence against the dark arts was your passion.

Ever since your parents had told you about the magnificent wizarding school-Hogwarts and all of the classes you would attend, you knew instantly the line of work you wished to go into to. 

Risking your life to protect your loved ones and saving the world from dark witches and wizards had become your dream. 

When you finally became a student, you attended every lesson early and earned full marks in every quiz. You thought you would never get bored of learning new defensive spells and about the dark creatures that lurked in every corner. 

That was until the day the new defence against the dark arts teacher was announced and you had instantly come to despise your DADA lessons. 

Professor Lockhart was a spineless fraud, with a fake smile and vain attitude. 

He made a mockery of himself and his work and the way the girls in your class fawned over him made you sick. 

You couldn’t understand how he had managed to become a professor at Hogwarts or how none of the other professors questioned his ability, as clearly everything he had written in is books were lies. 

You rested your head on your desk and let out an aggravated sigh. Fed up with Lockharts lecture, which was supposed to be on counter jinxes, yet mainly focused on stories about himself. 

The Weasley twins, who sat on the desk in front of you, looked over their shoulders in sync at the sound of your sigh, seeming surprised that the top student in the class was no longer paying attention.

You began to flick through your book, embarrassed that they were looking over at you and decided to read into jinxes and counter jinxes for yourself. You found a particularly interesting jinx and feeling infuriated at Lockharts lecture, decided it was best to learn through a practical approach. 

You pulled your wand out of your robes and aimed it towards Lockhart from under your desk. You summoned the spell ‘levicorpus’ in your mind, and instantaneously Lockhart was lifted up in the air by his ankles, which then caused his wig to fall to the floor. 

The whole class sat in a stunned silence,before erupting into laughter. 

Lockhart began calling out for help, which you found amusing, considering he was teaching a class on counter jinx’s and could easily undo the jinx if he was well versed in DADA. 

Your eyes met Lockharts and you couldn’t help but smirk after seeing the pure panic on his face “Ah Y/N. Please could you show the class how you undo this particular jinx?.” He pleaded and you had to admit you enjoyed the satisfaction of him asking for your assistance and secretly knowing you could do a better job as the defence against the dark arts teacher than him. 

You smiled darkly “Of course Professor.” You summoned the counter jinx ‘Liberacorpus’ in your mind and let him tumble to the ground, not bothering to help soften his fall.

He hurriedly put his wig back on his head and glared over in your direction. You were worried that he had found out it was you who jinxed him in the first place, but was surprised when he reprimanded the Weasley twins in your stead. 

You felt guilty for having them take the blame, but at the same time you didn’t wish to ruin your reputation as a diligent student and luckily they were only given one night of detention. 

You headed straight to the Library during lunch, taking your usual place at the back of the library and studying whilst you ate. 

You had made a few friends, but to you, studying to become an Auror came first. 

After a few hours of cramming in your homework, you began to head back to your dormitory. 

You passed by the trophy room and stopped when you heard a noise inside. You pressed your ear against the door and heard muffled voices. You were about to walk away, before remembering the twins had received detention because of you and were being forced to clean the trophy's. 

You sighed in defeat and decided to open the door, feeling guilty for them being punished on your behalf. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before you. Fred and George were surrounded by a pile of trophies and were laying on the floor looking utterly defeated- clearly being forced to clean them all without any magic. 

The sat up at the sound of your laugh and you tried to put on a straight face and look as innocent as possible. 

“Ah Y/N, kind of you to join us.” Fred began. 

“Are you here to take responsibility for your reckless actions?” George finished. 

You stumbled back, feeling ashamed “What do you mean?” You ask. 

They both lift their eyebrows at you disbelievingly “Now don’t play coy Y/N. We know it was you who jinxed Lockhart.” Fred said, 

“Yeah no one else could pull of a jinx like that in their mind, and besides...” George continued. 

“We were watching you.”  The finish together. 

You couldn’t help but blush at their words and avoided their gaze “Oh... well sorry. I didn’t mean for you to take the blame. Please don’t be mad, I’ll pay you back somehow.”

They both smirk over at you “Don’t worry Y/N. We aren’t mad. However, we do know of a way you can pay us back.” They smile mischievously and walk over to you, taking your hands in theirs. 

“You can become our secret weapon!” 

You look up at them confused “Huh?”

Fred pulls you towards him and places his hands on your cheeks “Well Y/N, that stunt you pulled in DADA was genius and you were able to get away with it, considering your perfect reputation.” 

George stands behind you and pats you gently on the head “And we wish to cause as much mayhem as we can, but are constantly getting caught. But with you by our side, you can pull some amazing pranks from the sidelines, and they will be unable to prove it was us!” 

You processed their words, and after remembering the thrill you received from messing with Lockhart earlier that day, you were unable to refuse. 

You smiled up at them and took their hands in yours “Sounds good to me.” 

They laughed and pulled you into a group hug, before each placing a kiss on your forehead, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

Your next few months at Hogwarts were definitely going to be a wild ride. 

[axelsagewrites]

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

Hey there! I 've loved your Wealey Headcanons about the twins? Can u write somthi g si ilar, about Christmas, focused on Fred?

A/N: (I SURE CAN!! I hope you’re ready for some fluffy Fred) 

Fred gets extra cuddly in the Christmas season, he blames it on the cold.

He’ll share his jumpers with you without asking, he’ll just throw a jumper onto the bed before you’ve gotten out with a grin on his face. 

Of course, he’ll shower you in compliments on how good you look, loving the way you blush. 

Snowball fights. Don’t go outside if you aren’t prepared for an enchanted snowball flying directly towards you within five seconds. 

After each snowball fight, he’ll make hot chocolate as a truce and let you use the shower first, even though you (and Molly) insist he’s going to catch a cold. 

“You’re right, maybe I should just join you then,” he says with a smirk. Molly slaps him on the arm, causing him to let out a laugh. 

He makes the best hot chocolate though, he has a knack for cooking in general, but with hot chocolate he truly lets his wild imagination show. 

Fred goes all out on presents, he’s really sweet about it too, often getting you things you’ve mentioned wanting in passing, take for example: If you’re walking past a jewellery shop and see a piece of jewellery you like and mention it to him, he’ll 100% go back and get it for you. Doesn’t have to be jewellery, but whatever it may be, Fred Weasley will get it for you. 

At night, when it gets cold, Fred’ll snuggle up to you and he’s not moving away from you ‘till morning comes. 

There’s a tradition in the Weasley household, that every year on Christmas eve, someone from the family reads out a Christmas story. As the kids all grow up and have kids of their own, Fred takes over the duty of reading the story out loud, having been deemed the best choice by his siblings and in-laws, and he is really the best: He makes voices and acts things out (with involuntary help from Percy and George, which makes the kids laugh). 

You didn’t think it was possible to fall harder for him, yet the sight of him, passionately reading out a story, gesturing with his hand to a group of children, including our own, all of whom are completely enchanted by their uncle Fred’s tale makes your heart soar. 

You’re definitely his New Years’ kiss. 

You love seeing him get all giddy when it’s time for fireworks, it’s his favourite part of the evening. Secretly, it’s also yours, because every year, he yells out “And this one’s for Y/n!” and sets off the biggest, prettiest, most spectacular y/f/c firework

Afterwards, he runs up to you and gives you a kiss so deep, it makes your head spin, he tastes like champagne and gunpowder and he places his silly hat from the crackers on your head with a gleam in his eyes. 

Fred during the holidays is the best Fred. 

[jamilelucato]

warning [G.W.]

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 3.362

Requested: yes

I personally like the idea of George with an outcast Slytherin who’s friends with the other houses

Summary: George has a crush on a Slytherin girl that doesn’t seem as evil as his twin think she is.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one and I actually liked it? A lot? I don’t know why I’m using question marks, I’m just genuinely surprised. MY GIF!

+ (y/h/c) is “your hair colour” and (y/e/c) is “your eye colour”

George Weasley always thought y/N y/L/N was attractive. The first time he saw her, he was up in his broom, about to play Quidditch against Slytherin, and his eyes just locked with hers, even though she was far away.

She was sitting in the bleachers with a very green t-shirt, screaming, although George couldn't hear her. She seemed excited, her (y/h/c) hair swaying all around.

After that match — that Gryffindor won, much to y/N's disappointment — he knew he had to find you around the school. At first, he didn't believe you were a Slytherin. He only saw you two times after the first time he saw you, and both of those times you were not wearing a uniform, but talking to Hufflepuffs, so he just concluded that you were just friends with one of the Slytherin's players, instead of from that house yourself.

It was only when Fred, his twin, walked in the common room, complaining, that he found out the truth.

"I can't believe it! How dare that stupid snake...!" Fred walked in shouting, not caring if anyone there was listening. "Stupefy me! How dare she!"

George decided to ask his brother what was happening since he didn't see Fred that shaken in a very long time.

"A stupid girl from Slytherin stupefied me! In front of everyone!" outcried his twin, sitting down next to George.

"Who?" George asked, no longer interested in his homework. Not that he ever was, to begin. "Why?"

"I don't recall her name... she's that weird one, shy. From the fifth year," Fred said, struggling to remember something remarkable about the girl, "she has (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes."

Fred had to say no more; George immediately knew who he meant. It could only be her if he could recognise you just with some words. He wouldn't have described you as weird, but he understood that, given the circumstances, his brother would have never complimented you.

"She's a Slytherin?" George asked, still surprised. He didn't know your name — that was a problem he still had to figure out — but knowing you were a Slytherin made things a little easier.

Except it didn't. A Slytherin? George fancied a girl from the worst house, a girl that now had attacked his twin? He couldn't believe it.

"Haven't you heard what I just said?" Fred was slowly calming down. "Anyway, I was there, you know, offering our newest product for the kids — and you know, it wasn't even for her!"

George was trying hard to follow his brother's explanation and picture you in the middle of the scene.

"And the instant the Ravenclaw little boy ate it, of course, as we planned, he started turning yellow, but like, really yellow, and she just snapped!" Fred continued, gesturing with his hands now and then. "She asked me to reverse it, but I said the spell would eventually go away naturally. She didn't like it; she took out her wand and stupefied me! I didn't have time to do anything!"

George stared at his brother, shocked with what he had just heard. The girl from his dreams, attacking his brother just because of a little joke, and she was a Slytherin. The day was already bad because he hadn't seen you, but now, it was worse.

"George, say something," Fred called his brother attention.

"Huh? Fred, are you sure there wasn't something more?" he asked, not wanting to picture you as the bad guy. "Did you force the boy to eat it?"

"What? No, I'd never, brother!" Fred answered, getting up. "Doesn't matter, I'll never sell things around the Sytherins's common room door. Too dangerous."

Fred left, complaining to everyone he found in his way about the Slytherin girl, but George stayed on the couch, still surprised with the new information he had just got. What would he do now? At least, he was glad it was just a crush, and he could manage to get over it since he even didn't know your name.

He would manage. Yeah.

***

Oh boy, was George wrong!

Trying to forget about you was one of the hardest things he had ever tried doing. Firstly, because Fred didn't stop whining to him about you — he couldn't get over the spellcasting — and he wanted to plan a prank against you. Secondly, because, now that he knew where to find you, around the Slytherins, he seemed to see your face more and more, all over the school.

Fred was the one that found your name out, much to George's worries. Having a face was hard to get over, but having a name to the face was ten times harder.

"y/N y/L/N," Fred said, before sitting down, forcing George to diverge his eyes from you, sitting at the other side of the room.

"What?"

"The Slytherin girl we're goin' to prank. That's her name. Angelina just told me," explained Fred, filling his plate with everything offered for breakfast.

"Do we have to?" George just wanted to get over you, and the only way he was going to be able to do that was forgetting about your existence, and Fred made it more arduous.

"Do I need to remind you—"

"— that she stupefied you," George interrupted his brother, tired of hearing about it, "Yeah, I know it."

"We all know it," added Ron. "You know, for someone who hated being defeated by a girl, you do a horrible job at hiding it. Look at Malfoy, he doesn't tell everyone about the time Hermione punched him."

"I wasn't defeated!" shouted Fred, stuffing his mouth with food.

But the table didn't seem convinced.

***

Y/N was playing gobstones in the yard when George caught her eye. He seemed to be doing it a lot lately, and she could imagine what was coming for her. Probably Fred and George's worst revenge prank ever.

However, she didn't look away. She let her eyes stare into George's, wondering how long would they both be able to hold it.

Her Hufflepuff friend called her name, but she didn't break the eye contact, because she felt deeply curious. She was sure that it was George and not Fred because Fred wouldn't have been able to read her so well as the other twin was doing. He wasn't angry; he didn't look at her like he wanted her dead. Instead, his stare seemed to send chills all over y/N's body, and she wondered why.

"y/N? Are you still there?" her friend called again, "'cause I just won."

You shook your head.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, finally breaking the eye contact with George.

"Never mind," sighed the friend, knowing it was a lost cause to wait for y/N's attention when she was spacing out like that.

***

"Ok, so listen," Fred started, jumping in George's bed just before they went to sleep. "I want to give y/N a taste of her own medicine."

George had to blink a couple of times before focusing on his twin.

"You will stupefy her?"

"Exactly!" Fred was happy that his twin understood him so fast.

"How are you gonna do it though?" George asked, supporting his back in the headboard.

"Well, I was planning to corner her after dinner tomorrow," his twin was talking a lot excited about his idea as if he had spent the whole day thinking about it.

Fred went on about how he had noticed that you were generally the last to leave the feast — George had observed it too. It appeared that you had a lot of friends in other houses but was never brave enough to approach them when their house table was full, so you waited for it to get less crowded before sitting down with your friends.

George tried to persuade his brother to give up — it appeared to be too much work just to revenge on a girl that was trying to defend a Ravenclaw — but Fred didn't want to give up. And so, they went to bed with it all planned, but George couldn't sleep.

He kept on thinking that he should warn you about it, and if that was the case, then he needed to talk to you, and that was going to be a test to his anxiety.

***

At breakfast in the next day, George kept staring at you, waiting for something to happen, some situation that would force you two to talk, but that never happened.

He thought he would be able to talk to you during classes, but he was a year older than you, so the chances of you two meeting were practically zero. He had to get his ass to follow you and corner you himself.

The only problem was: he didn't think he was brave enough for that.

Nonsense! You are in Gryffindor for a reason, he thought, before breathing hard and gathering the nerves to find you.

Once classes were over, he had some free minutes without his brother — with the excuse of going to the restroom before dinner.

He wandered around, taking ten minutes to find you.

You were sitting in the yard, with a bunch of other students around and you all talked excitedly. George noticed that only you were a Slytherin; the rest of the group were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and there was even a boy from Gryffindor — he recognized it to be Neville, a friend of Ron.

He swallowed, feeling each nerve ending tingle. Warn you was the right thing to do but did he have to? You knew how to defeat his brother the first time — perhaps you could do it a second time.

But then, there was no escape. Your gaze met his since George was still standing across the yard. He thought that you mistook him initially, or at least that's what it looked like since you stared at him angrily.

Gently, your expression relaxed, and George hoped it meant that you knew he was him, not Fred. He scratched his head as he walked towards you.

"y/N, I'm sorry to disturb, but..." George felt his cheeks turning red as he spoke, "could I talk to you for a minute? In private?"

You looked around, at your friends, who seemed to care less about George's presence and agreed to talk to him.

"What's it?" you asked, keeping your voice low even though you two had walked away from your group of friend.

"I wanted to warn you about my brother, Fred," started George, diverging from your eyes, scared that he would not be able to tell everything if he kept looking into your (y/e/c) eyes. "He wants to stupefy you after dinner."

You looked distrusted at him.

"Why should I believe you?"

George sighed. "I wouldn't lie about this. Unlike my twin, I don't think you deserve his revenge.," he said, still avoiding her eyes. "I feel like you were just protecting your friend, I don't think you wanted to hurt Fred."

"You don't?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as his eyes met hers.

It felt as if they were looking at each other for the first time. The chills were there, this time stronger, if possible. George's red hair fell in front of his eyes, and y/N had to resist the urge to reach it.

His eyes wandered over all her body; for the first time in years, that didn't make her feel self-conscious. If anything, she liked knowing he was contemplating her. Seeing the smile that appeared in his lips only made her like it even more.

"You don't think I was just mean to your brother?" you asked again. "I am a Slytherin, after all."

"Do you want me to think you were just a bad girl?" George replied, raising a brow. Although it was supposed to be a rude question, y/N could only think how hot it was to have George calling her bad girl.

"No, 'course!" you quickly said. "I'm glad your first thought was that I was defending my friend," you played with your hair, nervously, and that caused George to feel a different kind of excitement he was not expecting. "Toby is a first-year Ravenclaw, but I know him since he was a baby — our moms are friends."

George raised his brows and pressed his lips together, absorbing the information.

Y/N couldn't be evil if you were friends with all houses and probably was your mom. That made his heart warm. He could like you. Not only he could, he already did. Who was he kidding? Even with his twin complaining at his ear, George kept fancying you.

"Well," he faked coughed, "that was what I came to tell you. I have to go before Fred thinks something is wrong."

You agreed, shaking your head up and down as he walked away, but you couldn't just move. George could be gone, but now you had to think of a way to protect yourself.

***

Fred and George waited, even when Angelina, Ron, Lee and Harry had left. They stayed sat, pretending to be still eating. The Great Hall wasn't completely empty when y/N finally got up from the Hufflepuff table and headed out.

"Are you sure about it, Freddie?" George asked as he and the twin got up.

"It will be simple, and it won't hurt her, just humiliate, like she made me feel," Fred said, and George wondered if he said that to convince his brother or to convince himself.

Although George watched you every minute of his day and he felt like he knew you better than Fred, his older twin had spent some time watching you as well, and it seemed that your shyness and kindness could have melted his heart.

They walked out to find y/N leaning against one of the pillars to the left of Hall's big door.

"Looking for me, Weasleys?" you used the plural, in a way to protect George for his confidential.

Fred worked fast, his wand was already in his hand as he cast "Stupefy!" but y/N was faster. "Depulso!" she shouted.

Fred got thrown meters away from y/N and his brother, and only your laugh George heard as students that we're walking away from the Great Hall came closer to take a look.

Professor Snape walked out of the Hall at the same moment Fred got up, pointing his wand to y/N.

"You, three!" Snape shouted angrily. "Detention!"

"But, Professor," George tried to intervene.

"I don't want to hear, Mr Weasley," interrupted Snape and then he faced y/N. "You, Miss y/L/N, I'm greatly disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't mean to hurt Fred Weasley..." you explained, lying a bit, as you lowered your face.

But Snape continued: "Next time, don't get caught."

And the Professor left, leaving y/N to exchange confused looks with the twins.

"Was he glad that I hurt you?" you asked, looking at Fred who tried to fix his clothes.

"You didn't' hurt me!" he debated, but y/N ignored.

She was now facing George, who didn't know what to say. Everything had happened so fast, George was still processing it.

"See you at detention, then," y/N said, sighing.

George almost raised his hand to wave her good-bye, but he remembered his brother was watching everything, and he was not supposed to know about his crush.

***

The night of detention had arrived.

George had spent all his time since the confrontation trying to be apart from his twin, so he could meet you in the corridors and maybe exchange a word. But every time he saw you, you seemed to be having fun with your friends, and he with Fred.

Fred appeared to have learned his lesson, and he didn't show any intentions of revenge. He hadn't told anyone about the confrontation that went wrong, and that was a first. George was glad — he believed it meant his brother wasn't so angry at you.

You three met at Professor Minerva's office, and she didn't seem happy about it. She was used to the boys getting detention, but y/N's presence was a first.

"Well, now that all of you are here, let me assign your jobs," she said, walking around the room. "I can't let you two together, as I've learned, but I don't have three assignments..." McGonagall was working hard to think of a solution. "Did you three fight, or was it just two?"

"It was me and Fred, Professor," you answered, happy to be useful since you were sad of having disappointed more than one teacher already.

Professor McGonagall exchanged looks with Fred and y/N.

"Then, y/N, you and George go to the trophy room, to clean them out. I believe Mr Filch has left a set of cleaning gadgets for you there," she started, "now, you, Mr Weasley, come with me."

George waved his brother good-bye as he and y/N walked away from the room.

"Do think Filch will be there watching us?" you asked, trying to make conversation, "He always gives me the creeps."

"In the way McGonagall spoke, I don't think he will," George said, almost touching your arm as you two took a turn to find the trophy room.

When you got there, you two started focused, cleaning everything with attention. Neither seemed ready to talk, although George had no idea what to talk about with you.

"So, huh, I forgot to thank you," you said, raising your head from the trophy to find George's face in the middle of the room. "For tipping me about Fred."

"No problem," George said, looking to find your face as well. "To be fair, it was quite nice seeing his face when you sent him away."

"He wasn't mad, was he?" you asked, worried.

"Oh, he was," George said, without thinking. He, then, noticed your concerned face, "but I think he will stay away from you from now on."

You tilted your head as you slowly came closer to him. It was involuntary; you felt the gravity pulling you two closer.

"He acknowledges you are a powerful witch, I guess."

You giggled, tossing a lock of hair behind your ear. George's eyes followed the lock's trajectory — he noticed he grew fond of your hair.

"And you?" you asked, with a coy smile.

"Me?" George gulped, tilting his head in your direction.

"Do you acknowledge I'm a powerful witch?" you used of his words as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

"I never doubted it," answered George, staring deep into your eyes, and embracing the flirtatious atmosphere that you two were walking in.

It was your time to feel a bit embarrassed. Could he be speaking the truth? You wondered.

"You're a powerful wizard yourself, George," you replied, biting your lip, causing him to focus on your mouth. And now he was staring at it, George didn't want to stop. He wanted to have it, and so, he decided to go for it.

He slowly leaned in, as you gulped nervously. His lips met yours, soft at first. A delicate encounter, but then, a rush — you both wanted more. His hands found their way around your body, and fastly he raised you and positioned you sitting on the available table, as one of your hands tossed aside the trophies that were on it — they all fell to the floor.

Your left hand found his hair, and you didn't want to take it out of there. He seemed to like the touch as well because he started biting, softly, your lips, and that send shivers all around your body.

He was about to lay you down on the table when the door opened, surprising you two.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! Break it, now!" shouted an angry Professor McGonagall, and you felt your face get redder than George's hair.

Behind her, Fred was having the time of his life — he couldn't stop laughing.

"I didn't know detention could be fun!" he said, winning an angry frown from his twin.

You and George stared at each other embarrassed, but most of all, regretting getting caught. But that didn't seem like that would be the last time.

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maddestofallhatters I ship you with Fred Weasley!

Fred, George and Lee was sitting in one of the couches in the common room, going over ideas for the joke shop. They were talking but something else had caught Fred’s attention, distracting him. “Fred? Fred are you even listening?” Lee said, curious to what had caught attention. “Hey, who’s that? Over there with the book.” Fred asked, nudging Lee with his shoulder. Completely ignoring his question. The two other boys just smiled looking at each other. Lee put one arm around his friend and looked at the girl he was asking about. “That my friend, is Y/N Y/L/N. She is in the year under us. Good friends with Hermione I think.“ He told him. Fred nodded, “hmm, right.” He said quietly. All of them statyed silent for a few moments, Fred looking at you, and the two boys looking at him amused by the whole thing. Then you looked up to see someone starring at you. Fred quickly turned to his friends again, his face flooding with red. “So how about puking pastils?” 

The next day you were on the way to the library. You found yourself walking in an empty hallway, when you suddenly heard loud bangs like expulsions. Before you could guess what had happened, two gingers came running towards you. They didn’t stop just looked at you as the ran past you to a painting on the wall, they pulled it out revealing a hidden corridor. “You didn`t see us.” one of them said “We were never here.”The other one finished giving you a wink as they disappeared into the hole in the wall. You smiled and shook your head, impressed. You turned again as you heard footsteps approaching and the painting shutting the entrance. Around the corner came Flich, looking absolutely furious. “YOU!” He shouted pointing at you. “Have you seen anyone coming past here, perhaps the Weasley twins?” He said raising a eyebrow as he came closer to you. “Oh no, I’m sorry. But I did see someone just run past me, they turned left just down there. I didn’t see who it was.” You lied pointing down the hallway you had just walked down. Without answering, Flich started to run in the direction you had pointed to. You waited a minute to be sure Flich was gone, then you walked to the painting and knocked lightly. “Clear.” You said. The painting swung open and the two boys stepped out. Your eyes met one of them, they might look similar but this one.. this one was special. “Thanks.” He said with a gorgeous smile. “We need to check on Lee.” The other one said as he started to walk away. “Be right there.” The one in front of you told the other not breaking the eye contact between you. “I`m Fred, nice to finally meet you.”

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Feel Alright - Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hi lovies. It’s me, back at it again at crackhead hours. Term started up again, so my posts might be coming a little less frequently for a little bit but I’ll try to write tons! This is also my first imagine based on a song, so fun times. I made a happy ending even though it’s sort of a sad song because I’m a sucker. As always messages open and feedback welcome! Xoxo

Request: @slither-in-a-half Hello love, could you please do a Fred Weasley x reader based on the song Chateau by djo?

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 1,336

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   It’s cold outside but I don’t care. I let my tears slip off my cheeks and onto my legs. They hang off the balcony of the Astronomy Tower. I don’t know how to describe how I feel. I feel like somethings wrong with me. I feel almost...homesick. Homesick for a person. I let myself think about him, even though I know I’ll feel worse when I’m done. I’ll just miss him more when I return to reality. But the memories dull the pain. At least for a little while. I close my eyes and flash back to the summer when we first met.

    “Lee,” I said laughing. We walked quickly through the cramped streets of Diagon Alley. “Where are we going?” 

“I told you Y/L/N. To meet my most spectacular friends.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Besides you of course,” he added with a smile. 

“And here we are,” he said, stopping in front of a small, shoddy-looking pub. I wouldn’t have noticed it if Lee hadn’t pointed out to me. 

“Here?” I said laughing. 

“Yes, Y/N, now stop pissing about and go in. I haven’t seen Fred and George since term ended,” Lee whined. 

“Alright, alright. Calm yourself Lee,” I said laughing. I followed after him through the cramped doorway of the pub. Lee’s face widening into a smile as he spotted his friends in the corner drinking Butterbeers. He walked over and hugged George first, and that was when I saw him. Our eyes met and I felt butterflies in my stomach. From just a look. I walked over to them and Lee introduced me. 

“So this is the famous Y/N,” Fred said. “From what Lee tells us about you, I think we’re going to be very good friends.” I laughed.

“God, Lee what the hell did you tell them about me.” Fred wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we went to find seats. He didn’t take his arm off my shoulder when we sat down. The four of us joked and talked about our summers and our plans for the upcoming school year, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the conversation. It kept drifting back to the red-headed boy, whose arm was around my shoulders. I remember how I felt that day. I felt like I believed in love at first sight.

    I sigh. If I couldn’t recall the memories, the feelings, so clearly, I could believe it was a dream. But it wasn’t a dream. It’s just the past. And the present, here late at night, without him, hurts too much. So I turn back the time. To another place, where I’m back with him and I feel alright.

    Things were winding down in the Gryffindor Common Room after the party. Most people had left, except for a few stragglers from the party. I spun around the common room and laughed. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood? The party’s over,” Fred said, laughing as he watched me from an armchair. 

“Alcohol,” I announced, smiling widely. 

“And here I thought it was me who was responsible,” he said, coming to stand by me. I stopped spinning for a second a stumbled. Fred caught me before I fell, laughing again.

“Usually it is you, but tonight it’s the alcohol,” I said, smiling. “And the stars,” I added, looking out the window. “And I guess a little bit you.” I giggled. I dropped his hand suddenly and skipped out of the portrait hole. 

“Where are you going?” he said, running after me.

“To see the stars,” I said like it was obvious. “You coming?” He shook his head. 

“The heavens have opened out there. You’ll get sick.” I pouted. “But fear not,” he said. Fred grabbed my hand. “This way m’lady.” He took me to the Astronomy Tower. there was an open glass ceiling, with a view of the entire night sky. We laid on the floor and looked up through it. He put his arm around me. 

“You know, you should have reminded me that you can’t see the damn stars in the middle of a downpour. Arse,” I said, turning to look at him. I hit his chest lightly and he grabbed my hand. He held it close to him, and faced me. 

“But if we hadn’t come I wouldn’t be here with you,” he said with a smile. Then he pressed his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss, lasting only a few seconds. But it was better than any other kiss I’d ever had. We laid together the rest of the night, tangled in each other’s arms. We fell asleep that way, and woke up that way. I remember how I felt that night. I felt like I was I love. I knew that I was in love.

    I could chalk it up to a hazy, drunken memory, if it wasn’t still so clear in my brain. If I couldn’t recall how it felt to kiss him, how it felt to be in love. How it felt to be loved. 

Suddenly, more memories flood back into my mind, and time gets turned back again. I remember spending last summer with Fred at the Burrow. His 16th birthday party. The night we spent in the Prefect’s Bathroom. Sneaking sleepover’s in the Boy’s Dormitory since he couldn’t find a way into the Girl’s, no matter how hard he tried. Him meeting my parents for the first time. Us practicing Quidditch together. Swimming in the Blake Lake together. Him helping me handle the stress of our O.W.L.s. Me helping him and George with their plans to open a joke shop. 

I smile at the memories, feeling the warmth and happiness that comes from them. And I feel alright, just for a second. Then, as quickly as the warmth came in, I feel the cold seep in again. I remember us breaking up. I remember the stupid fight. I remember the hurt. The tears fall faster from my eyes now. I don’t feel alright. I feel empty and hollow, like I’m missing something. I’m missing him.

“Y/N?” I jump and curse. I should have known better than to come back to our spot. 

“Oh, hey Fred,” I say, quickly wiping the tears, then turning to face him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, coming to sit beside me on the edge of the balcony. 

“Just thinking,” I say. It’s half the truth at least. I don’t look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I guess I came here to think too. I just needed to be alone.” He said, looking down at his hands. Oh. He came here to be alone.

“Right, of course,” I say quickly, standing up. Seeing him will make everything worse. “I’ll go, I’ve been here for a while, and i understand needing alone time-”

“No,” he says quickly, meeting my eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Please don’t go. I lied. I didn’t come here to think or to be alone.” He looks rarely vulnerable, so different from the carefree, easy-going Fred I normally see. “I hoped you’d be up here. I think about you all the time Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts. It hurts every time I see you and every time I can’t hold you or kiss you. It hurts that I can’t talk to you, or make you laugh. It hurts when I’m not with you. It just hurts. So please. Don’t go.”

“I miss you too,” i said quietly, sitting back down. I hold tightly to his hand. My eyes tear up again. “More than you could ever know.”

“I highly doubt that,” he said, laughing through his own teary eyes and squeezing my hand. “Because I’m still very much in love with you.” I laugh, and he puts his other arm around my shoulder. 

“I'm still in love with you too,” I whisper into his chest, knowing he hears me. And for the first time in a month, I feel alright. I feel happy.

[jamilelucato]

If I Could Tell Her MASTERLIST

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Diggory!reader

Based on the song If I Could Tell her from the musical Dear Evan Hansen; 

Part One

—If I Could Tell Her

Part Two

—If I Could Tell Him

Part Three

—Only Us