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Hotcake | j.o
Pairing: Jenna Ortega X reader
A/n: I know, it's short đĽ
After a long day of filming, some of the cast of Wednesday were hanging out in Jenna's trailer, trying to relax and enjoy each otherâs company. Emma was sitting next to me on the couch, amused by Percyâs antics. Georgie was chatting with Hunter about light topics, while I simply smiled and watched my colleagues with amusement.
But out of the corner of my eye, I kept an eye on Jenna.
The brunette was sitting in an armchair just a few feet away from us, with her headphones around her neck and her phone in hand, presumably replying to messages from family and friends. Even though she was distracted and not actively participating in the conversation, I knew she valued our presence.
Her brown eyes often drifted towards us, and a small smile that revealed her dimples appeared whenever something amused her.
It was such a light and perfect smile that it gave me butterflies in my stomach.
"Iâm hungry," Percy suddenly mumbled, stretching out on the couch with an exhausted expression.
Emma shot him an amused glance. "Youâre always hungry."
George laughed. "Yeah, itâs no surprise."
Percy made a face but couldnât suppress a laugh. "What can I do? Working with you all wears me out."
Everyone laughed, but I couldnât take my eyes off Jenna. Just then, she looked up from her phone and glanced at us. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she listened to our conversation.
"I can make some hotcakes if youâd like," she offered with a small smile.
The room erupted into a chorus of approval.
"Hotcakes!" George exclaimed, as if he had just won the lottery.
"Jenna, I love you!" Percy shouted, almost jumping off the couch with excitement.
Jenna lowered her gaze, blushing slightly from all the attention. It was clear she didnât enjoy being the center of such a commotion and that the open displays of affection made her uncomfortable.
"Does anyone want to help me?" she asked timidly.
Jennaâs eyes moved between the guests, lingering on mine for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. My face flushed and a warm feeling spread through my chest as her coffee-colored irises met mine, and a smile seemed on the verge of breaking through.
Jenna made a little grimace, and disappointment showed on her face for the lack of response.
Emma gave me a nudge.
"Ouch!" I looked at the brunette in confusion, and she raised an eyebrow at me. "She was referring to you, idiot," Emma said with a mischievous smile.
My cheeks turned bright red.
I immediately felt embarrassed, but at the same time, I couldnât deny the wave of excitement that hit me. Jenna was looking at me, and for a moment, we exchanged such an intense gaze that I forgot about everyone else.
"Ah, yes, sure," I said, trying to sound calm, though my heart was racing. "Iâll help you gladly."
As I made my way to the kitchen, I could feel Jennaâs gaze fixed on me. Even though she was always very reserved and shy, there was something in the way she looked at me that made my heart pound. She didnât say much, but her glances and faint smiles made me blush instantly.
"Thank you for your help," she said with her usual calm and composed voice as she handed me a bowl of flour.
"No problem," I replied, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Although... I canât promise Iâll be very useful." I chuckled, trying to ease the growing tension between us.
Jenna gave a small smile, looking down at the counter. "Youâre already more useful than Percy," she joked. "Heâd probably burn even water."
I couldnât help but laugh, and she looked at me again, this time with a wider smile. "Youâre probably right," I added. "Although I think Emma wouldnât even let him near the stove."
Jenna nodded, laughing quietly. "Yeah, sheâs like... the mom of the group."
As we exchanged these light-hearted remarks, the atmosphere continued to lighten. We worked together to prepare the hotcake batter, and every now and then, our hands would brush against each other by accident. Each time it happened, I felt a little shiver run down my spine, but I tried not to let it show.
"Okay," I said, trying to focus on the task at hand, "what do we do now?"
"You need to mix the flour with the milk," Jenna explained, gesturing to the bowl. "But be careful not to make a mess."
"I make no promises," I replied jokingly, beginning to mix with a concentrated expression. However, something went wrong. Maybe I had mixed too vigorously, or maybe it was just my natural clumsiness, but suddenly a small puff of flour flew out of the bowl, scattering everywhere.
Jenna laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. Her laughter was so sweet and genuine that it struck me deeply, leaving me dumbfounded.
"See, I told you!" she exclaimed, shaking her head with amusement.
I immediately felt embarrassed, trying to clean up the mess I had made. "Okay, yeah, maybe Iâm not cut out for cooking."
She looked at me with that intense gaze, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Donât worry," she said softly, and then, with a quick motion, grabbed a pinch of flour and dabbed it on my nose.
I was taken aback for a moment, then looked at her incredulously, flour smeared on my nose. "Really?" I asked, pretending to be offended.
Jenna burst into laughter, her face lighting up in a way I rarely saw on set. It was a contagious sound that brightened her face and brought out the adorable dimples in her cheeks. That sight made me blush immediately, with the warmth spreading rapidly from my chest to my face.
"You had it coming," she said between laughs. "You made flour fly everywhere!"
I couldnât help but smile too. "Okay, fine," I said, trying not to let myself be distracted by how her eyes sparkled when she laughed. "But now itâs war."
Without thinking too much, I grabbed a small handful of flour and attempted to smear it on her face, but she was faster. She moved to the side, avoiding the hit, and looked at me with a challenging expression.
"Oh, so weâre playing dirty?" she murmured, moving closer. Her eyes were locked on mine, and for a moment, I felt completely entrapped by her deep gaze.
The tension between us shifted suddenly. The laughter faded, replaced by a silence filled with anticipation. Jenna was still close, maybe too close, and my heart began to race, making it impossible to ignore the effect she had on me.
Her eyes looked at me intensely.
"How much longer? Iâm starving!" Percyâs voice interrupted from the living room.
Jenna diverted her gaze from me, blushing slightly, and headed towards the stove.
With a swift motion, she started cooking, trying to regain her focus. Her face was still flushed, and she struggled to concentrate while preparing the hotcakes, while I, with an amused smile, watched her return to her routine, embracing the chaos and complaints from the rest of the cast.
Damn Percy
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I love your writing!! May I please request a fic with George Weasley and his pregnant muggle wife? George and his family doting on her and itâs super sweet and adorable? Reader being besties with Fred lol đ
More Weasleyâs
warnings- pregnancy, fluff
George!â You yelled, from bed, hands running along your ever growing bump, the twins kicking you in all directions.
âWhat is it love?â George asked, running in.
âHelp me up. Iâm too big to move!â You pouted.
It wasnât exactly wrong. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy caring Weasley Twins.
âOkay, darling,â George let out, going to your side and helping you up. âDo you need anything?â
âRub my back!â You ordered. George smiled and started kneading his way through the knots in your back. You sighed and relaxed a little. âThank you Georgie!â
âOf course darling. Do you need anything before we go to my parents?â
âNo. Iâll need help getting ready though.â
âOf course my love, letâs get you three some breakfast first though.â
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You were standing at the sink, trying to get your dress on but failing to do so, ending up with a terrible cramp in your back and much more discomfort from the babies inside.
âDarling, whatâs wrong?â George asked, walking in to see you crying.
âI canât get my dress on.â
âOh, itâs okay baby. Iâve got it.â George helped you put your dress on, then crouched down, cradling your bump in his hands. âHey babies. Itâs Daddy, I need you to stop making Muma cry. I hate when she cries.â
âI love you Georgie,â you breathed, racking your figures through his red hair.
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âWeâre here!â George called, opening the door to the Burrow, helping you walk in.
âOh there they are!â Mrs. Weasley let out, walking to you too.
âHi, Mum,â George smiled, hugging her.
âHi, Y/N,â she smiled, carefully hugging you. âHow are you?â
âGood but exhausted.â You smiled.
âWhy donât you go sit down, dearie, weâre just finishing up dinner, but everyone else is in the living room.â
âThank you.â You smiled, as George helped you to the living room. He helped you down on the couch, making you let out a sigh as George sat down next to you.
âAny signs of my niece and nephew coming yet?â Fred asked, exited for them to be there.
âNot yet, Fred.â George let out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and putting his other hand on your bump next to your hands.
âBut if you keep pestering me about it they might,â you remarked, looking at your best friend.
âWhat? Iâm just ready to see the next generations Weasley twins.â
âOh no. They might be Weasley twins, but they will not be going around pranking people all the time!â You scolded.
âYou donât know that Y/N/N,â Fred sing sung. âThey could be just like me and Georgie.â
âThat would be a nightmare.â You recalled. âI never had to deal with you two as babies. Dad, how bad were Fred and George as babies?â
âWell,â Arthur started. âUm, about how you would think.â
âOh great.â You sighed.
âDonât worry love.â George cooed, kissing your temple. âIâll be right here to help.â
âI love you.â
âDinerâs ready!â Mrs. Weasley called.
You sighed as everyone got up and went the dining room.
âCome her, darling, Iâve got you.â George cooed, helping you up.
You grunted in discomfort as babies shifted, fighting each other and hitting you in the process. You got light headed and leaned on George. Head resting on his shoulder, hands rubbing your swollen abdomen.
âYou dizzy?â George asked, kissing your head.
âMm,â you hummed. âLight headed.â
âLetâs get you some food.â
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âSo, Y/N,â Ginny smiled, as you ate. âAre you excited for the twins?â
âYes! I canât wait to get them out of me.â You smiled, looking at your bump. âI just hope they have the signature Weasley red hair.â
âIâm sure they will, dearie.â Molly smiled.
âThanks, Mum.â You replied.
âWhen they are born, Molly and I will be more than happy to look after them when ever you two need us to.â
âThank you, Dad.â George smiled, running his hand along the bump, calming the babies down. âOnce theyâre born, Fred said he wouldnât mind taking care of the shop, so I can stay at the hospital with Y/N. Then once theyâre all three home, Iâll stay home and take care of them.â
âAnd of course you can all visit when they come.â You smiled, finished your food, and resting your head on Georgeâs shoulder. A content smile on your face.
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hey!! i really love your fics for george karim,, do you mind making another one when reader is lazy to get up from bed and george is trying to pull her out ending up staying beside them in bed, maybe cuddling and messy kisses?? if you reply to this, tysm!!!!! <3
âWhereâs y/n?â Lucy asked one morning, staring at the vacant chair youâve claimed at Georgeâs side. âTheyâre still not up?â Lockwood was the next to ask, also looking over at your vacant chair. âNope.â George answered, seeing as yours and his room were the closest out of all of you, making him the only person to have seen you in the morning.
âWhoâs turn is it to wake them?â The question hung in the air as the trio began to look between one another, awaiting for someone to volunteer in being the sacrificial lamb but when no one does, Lockwood, Lucy and George were then forced to resort to pulling straws; And to the surprise of absolutely no one, George pulls the shortest straw.
âFuckin- This games got to be rigged, either one of you couldâve had it rigged somehow.â George grunted as he pushed himself away from the table as Lucy and Lockwood found humour at their friendsâ seemingly bad luck when it came to their little game. âYou snooze you loose Georgie.â Lockwood shrugs, leaning back against his chair, âNow be doll and get up there and wake our beloved y/n will you.â George only flipped him off in response as he let the kitchen door shut behind him, muffling the sound of his friends laughter.
âGod give me strength.â He muttered under his breath as he began to trek up the stairs, stopping just short of your room to take a deep breath for dramatic effect before opening the door to see that -surprise, surprise- you were still very much fast asleep within your bed. The latest case mustâve took a lot out of you or you just had a really shitty sleep schedule, George believed it was the latter from previous instances where he would find you awake in the early hours of the day.
George knew he had no room to judge considering the fact that your job primarily consists of burning the midnight oil hunting Visitors who were at their most active during the later hours of the day. So it was only natural that you wanted to find methods to rid yourself of the access energy accumulated. Yet out of the four of you, you were always the last to fall asleep and the last to wake up.
Seeing as poking and prodding wasnât getting him anywhere, George turned to his secret technique.
âY/n,â George said, lightly poking your cheek, âcâmon itâs time to wake up.â You only groaned, lazily swatting his hand away before moving so that your back was facing towards him as you drifted back to sleep; bringing poor George back to square one. âY/n.â He prods his finger in the space between your shoulders, causing your back to inadvertently arch from the contact but return back to itâs relaxed state soon after as you once again showed no actual signs of waking up.
Seeing as how poking and prodding werenât going to do the trick, George then resorted to his secrete technique. Hitting you repeatedly with a pillow was next on his itinerary but he just knew you too well to know that even that wasnât going to doing anything advantageous for him. So George moved towards the base of the bed and ripped away the covers so that the cold morning air jolted you awake, stunning you enough so he could grab ahold of your pyjama clad legs and began to pull you off the bed.
âGeorge, you dick!â You squealed, âhad you just given me five more minutes I wouldâve woken up!â George, halted all movement to give you an unimpressed stare. âAre you even hearing yourself right now? If I were to have given you five more minutes, it would be well past noon when you decided it convenient for you to wake up.â He replied to which you couldnât lie your way out of that because it would be true.
âFine, you got me there but I have a proposal, should my favourite researcher wish to hear it out.â You said, pulling back into your own bag of tricks this time. âIâm going to regret this but at this point, I could hardly care less so please, indulge me on this wonderful proposal of yours.â George replied sarcastically as he awaited whatever bullshit that would escape you this time.
âYou become my cuddle buddy,â George began to groan until you shushed him, âand Iâll let you tell me all about that kick arse artefact from the last case,â your raised a hand for dramatic effect before continuing, âin full detail.â That last bit mustâve caught Georgeâs attention as his grip on your legs loosened enough for you to break free, scoop up the discarded bed covers before finally delving headfirst back into the comfort of your bed.
Once he came back to reality and saw what had happened he couldnât help but hiss out a âyou minxâ at you before sitting himself at the edge of your bed, defeatedly. You looked at him, slightly confused. âGeorgie?â
âArenât you going toâŚcuddle me or whatever.â He said awkwardly and you couldnât help but coo at this as you pulled back the covers of your bed, dragging the boy by his arm until he was laying flat on his back, before pulling the covers over the both of you as you then cuddled yourself into his side; head resting in the crook of his neck and all.
âSooo youâre giving into my demands? waving your white flag of surrender? Calling a cease fire? Forming a-â your teasing words were cut off when George, finally having enough of you rubbing your victory over him in his face, pressed a plethora of kisses across your face.
âOkay! Okay! Okay! Iâll stop the teasing, for now.â You said after surviving the barrages of his kisses, feeling a little warmth speed within your chest as you somehow snuggled yourself deeper into his hold, smiling lightly when you felt George get himself comfortable brining his arm over your waist, holding you there.
âJust shut it will ya, Iâm already gonna get the piss taken out of me by Lucy and Lockwood about my âweak spotâ for you sooner or later.â George said softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before then resting his chin lightly atop of your head. âMight as well make the best of-â he bit back a yawn, â-of this whilst we still can.â He finishes, removing his glasses and putting them on your bedside table before repositioning himself, closing his eyes as he let himself indulge in a lazy morning with you.
Lucy and Lockwood would come upstairs when George hadnât came down with you in tow, only to shush the other when they caught sight of you and George cuddled up tightly against one another, fast asleep and looking the most content either of you had looked in a long while.
They agreed to take the piss out of the both of you later but right now, theyâll let you have this.
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Season of Love Event @george-weasleys-girl
The lapse (Part 1)
George Weasley x Reader
Moodboard inspired Part 2
Warnings: Use of you/yours, can be read as gn!Reader, the twins and the reader are best friends, swear words, alcohol. English is not my first language
With a lot of effort and the help of your wand, you finally open the door to the twins' place with a heavily drunk George hanging on your shoulder. You enter and head towards the living room, swaying a bit with each step, which is kind of hard to avoid, as George doesn't let you go for a second.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and you showed up at the WWW today to ask the twins for a drink, after working all week, you deserve to relax. You just didn't know you'd have to take a high George home before he could accept another firewhisky drinking contest with Fred.
'Honestly, I believe he can walk on his own; he just wanted to hold someone on the way home. And if I'm really being honest, I'm glad George wants to hold me.'
George was hanging on your shoulder, but he kept resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer, making it difficult to walk to the living room. Not to mention, having him so close like that made you have butterflies in your stomach. "Stop trying to hug me, it's already hard to carry you." â You could see the mischievous glint in George's eyes as he insisted on hugs, a playful smile on his face despite the alcohol's influence.
George hadn't had much to drink, but it was enough for him to become clingy.
"I like to hug you, If you didn't wanna take care of me" â He said, turning around and facing away from the house, hugging you completely, "you would have just let me come home alone, Lady" â As if he hadn't come home just because you asked and on the condition that you took care of him.
"Oh how could I leave a friend behind like this? I have a heart, you know?" â You say in a mocking tone, unable to hold back a laugh. Still hugging him, you push George the rest of the way down the hall, guiding him until his feet meet one of the armchairs in the living room.
I sit in the other armchair and push it next to the one George is in. He watches me for a few second
"I wanna be more than friends"
"Best best friends?"
"Stop joking for once! Bloody hell" â George throws himself back, lying on the armchair like a sulking child denied candy. I break into a laugh. My face lights up with a goofy smile when I look at him. So cute. "I don't want jokes"
"Is that what I heard? George mischief Weasley. Saying no to jokes" â He leans over, reaches my shoulder with his forehead, and tries to form a sentence but only manages angry murmurs. I give a little chuckle as I adjust him to rest his head in a more comfortable position on my shoulder. "Why are you acting like this, idiot? Are you, or the alcohol, talking again?"
Fred told me that they had a tiring week and that today George didn't even stop to eat, maybe that was why the alcohol hit him harder. He takes a deep breath, intertwining our fingers and playing with the knuckles, something he's always done. Stressed? He would do it. Sad? Same. Happy? Just the same.
"Georgie..." â It's my turn to let out a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say it out loud, "I wanna be more than..." â A low snore from George interrupt me. Looking aside, I can see him with his eyes closed, wearing a soft expression. I give him an indignant smile.
He slept. Now, seriously?
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2 - Possible Futures
Part 3
It's About Time
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Rain was pouring against the windows of the Cooper house. Georgie and I were laying on his bed since I had finished my homework earlier so my parents let me go over to hang out with the oldest Cooper. Georgie was reading a magazine of women in bikinis and I was looking at one of Sheldonâs comic books from his room. âGeorgie. Dad told me to help you study for the math test.â
âI don't need your help. Get lost.â Georgie grumbled eyeing his closed bedroom door.
His father George Sr hollered from the living room. âGeorgie, let him help you!â
âCome in!â Georgie yelled and his younger brother came in seeing the dirty room floor. âWhat's your problem?â
Sheldon started picking things up by the end of his pencil. âNo problem. I'll just...tidy while we talk. Before we start, I'd like to get a sense - of how much algebra you know. Do you understand solving and graphing - linear inequalities?â
Georgie flipped to another page. âSure.â
âExplain it to me.â Sheldon challenged him.
Georgie paused before he answered. âUh...first you solve 'em...and then you graph 'em.â
âAnd how do you do that?â Sheldon challenged him a second time.
âUh, you know, carefully.â Georgie answered him before Sheldon left the room in a huff.
Rolling my eyes at my best friend I closed my book rolling over to hold myself up on my elbows. âYou do realize if you fail the test you wonât play football anymore right?â
âYeah I know. But Iâve got this.â He answered me closing his magazine.
I glared at him, eyeing his uniform hanging in the corner closest of his bedroom. âJust let him help you. Otherwise Iâll have to deploy my secret weapon.â
âOh yeah and whatâs that?â Georgie challenged me.
I smirked getting up in his face grabbing at some locks of his curly brown hair. âIâll cut your hair.â
âYou wouldnât dare!â Georgie gasped sitting upright on the bed.
I sat upright getting in his face even more so where our noses were touching. The smirk didnât drop from my face. âI bet I can run to the kitchen and get them faster than you could.â
âDonât start a fight you wonât win.â Georgie got up from the bed and I scrambled to my feet too.
He narrowed his brown eyes at me. âSounds like a bet to me, Cooper.â I bolted out of his bedroom door slamming the door in his face where he flung it open chasing after me down the short hallway.
The wooden floor underneath the carpet creaked until my feet hit the kitchen floor and I yanked open the drawer inches from grabbing the scissors. âAh Georgie!â I screamed, feeling arms wrapping around my waist and we stumbled to the harsh tile.
âI wonât let ya cut my hair.â Georgie pinned me on the ground holding my wrists down with his hands.
I glared for a second before I busted out laughing. âIâm only messing with ya, Georgie. I love your hair.â
âI do too.â He smiles down at me releasing my wrists hearing someone coming in our direction.
Missy stopped in her tracks carrying her doll named Celeste. âWoah. Weâre you two about to make out?â
âNo.â I quickly answered her, blushing like a tomato.
Georgie snapped, waving her off and getting to his feet helping me up afterwards. âNo we werenât. Get out of here!â I tucked my hair behind my ear thinking back to our last year of middle school.
âWoo-hoo!â I giggled hanging off the tire swing that my dad had put in my family backyard of my house.
A bicycle skids to a stop in the driveway where I stopped swinging around super fast to see who it was. âY/n, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.â Georgie dropped his bike in the grass rushing over to me.
I kept slowly moving the tire swing around, holding tightly onto the rope to not fall off. âOh yeah. What ya got?â
âYou know the rich bad guy from Back to the Future who has the hot and skinny wife?â He asked me.
I replied back. âYes.â
âI want to be like him.â He said back.
I leaned my body into the rope that I was holding onto. âSo where am I in this future of yours?â
âIf we're lucky my hot and skinny wife might have a hot brother you could marry.â
I snorted out a laugh. âMarriage and kids don't sound too bad.â
âWith a hot and rich husband.â Georgie chuckles climbing up on the tire swing beginning to sway us around where we were pressed up against the other hoping to not fall off.
Lifting my gaze up to his I felt my face starting to turn red and it was in that moment I realized that I had my first ever crush on my best friend. âRight with a hot and rich husbandâŚâ I mean who would be foolish enough to turn him down.
âHey, I got some matches and fireworks in the garage stored away. I was thinking we try'em out.â He jumped off the tire waiting for me to follow him. Getting off the swing I grabbed my bike and we rode back to his house.
Peddling my bike by his I got a little distracted thinking back on what he said about his future. If i was lucky maybe down the road in a few years he would feel the same. âI was thinking I might marry you when we get older.â We pulled into his driveway and that night we accidentally blew up one of the neighbors mailboxes which had to be the coolest thing ever.
The next evening after we had all passed the test Sheldon knocked on his door again. âGeorgie? I need to ask a favor. It's private. Can I come in?â
âCome on. What do you want?â Georgie was reading another one of his magazines and I was just laying beside him. We had been chatting until he interrupted us.
Sheldon came to stand at the foot of the bed. âIt occurs to me you have something in common with Captain Kirk.â
âWe both have cool hair?â Georgie asked him.
Sheldon corrected his brotherâs statement. âIn order to succeed, you both play fast and loose with the rules.â
Georgie shrugged his shoulders. âYeah, I suppose we do.â
âWhen you cheated on the math test, what was your strategy?â The nine year old genesis asked.
I made a face at the younger boy. âYouâre asking him for advice on how to lie. I thought Iâd never see the day.â
âMe neither, Y/n.â His brother glanced at me thinking back on his plan. âWell, I guess the most important part was not stepping on anything wet before the test. And not getting an "A."
Sheldon knitted his brows. âWhy wouldn't you want an "A"?â
â'Cause that would raise suspicions. Who would believe I got an "A"?â Georgie shakes his head at his ridiculous question.
Sheldon gasped. âWow. Tell me more.â
âOkay, when you're telling a lie, it's important to throw in some details. Like, when I was wanted to spend the night at Ricky's house, and Mom asked me if his mom and dad were gonna be home, I said, not only are they be gonna be home, his dad was gonna teach us how to cook turkey legs in the smoker.â Georgie explained his story.
Sheldon responded, making me facepalm my face into my hands embarrassed. âI like turkey legs. Were they good?â
âThere weren't any turkey legs, you dope. His parents were in Branson.â Georgie chuckles slightly annoyed at him.
Sheldon walked over to the door opening it to leave the room. âThat's incredible. I totally believed you.â
âNow get out of here, I got to finish reading this.â Georgie opened his magazine once more when the door shut behind Sheldon. He could feel my gaze focused on him so he sat the magazine down in his lap. âWhat you gotta say?â
I shifted to lay back down against his pillows. âYou know you teaching him to lie ainât gonna end well for him.â
âI donât care. He never gets in trouble for anything. If he gets caught maybe he wonât be such a pain.â He shakes his head, sending me a half smile.
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Not All Death Scenes are the Same
or, why itâs been five years and i still want to challenge andy muschietti to a duel over the death of eddie kaspbrak
Eddie was always going to die. Heâs mirrored to both characters who open the cycle of It on-screen; his death is the tragedy that finally ends Itâs cycle for good. But in It Chapter Two his death is not given the same weight as Georgie or Adrian, and itâs not the tragedy it is in the novel. There are a few reasons for this. Letâs start with the setup.
Eddie is an anxious person, but that doesnât make him a coward. This has been said before, but in both final confrontations with It, he acts when the other Losers are frozen. As a kid, he ignores the voice of his mother when his friends are in trouble; his love for them (and theirs for him) helps him be brave. He may have been the last to agree to fight as an adult, but he followed through. And most importantly, he knew what he was doing when he attacked It, which brings us to the death scenes themselves.
Here is my biggest problem with movie!Eddieâs death: he doesnât see it coming. He threw the fence post at It, thought he killed It, and ran to Richie, triumphant. When he gets stabbed, itâs through the back. His death is a shock to himself and the audience. No amount of Bill Hader screaming for him will make up for this.
In the novel, Eddie runs at It and sprays It with his inhaler, which he believes with all the power of his childhood belief will hurt It like battery acid. And it does. He wounds It, gets Itâs attention, and keeps fighting. His arm ends up in Itâs mouth and he sprays more battery acid down Itâs throat. He saves Bill and Richie at the cost of his own life, knowing the danger heâs put himself in and doing it anyway because theyâre his friends and heâs brave. By taking that away from the scene, you are taking away a core part of his character and cheapening his death. Which unfortunately leads us toâŚthe joke.
This might actually be the most egregious part of his death. I will grant a slight amount of grace to the movie for the fact that it is, in fact, a movie, and conveying the internal machinations of a character is a difficult thing to do in a movie without coming across as cheesy. But whyâŚwhy did they have him make an âI fucked your momâ joke as his last words, to Richie of all people?
Novel!Eddie has a moment of perfect clarity in which he feels all the impurities leave him, like cleaning a glass so all the light can shine through. Heâs dying, but he finds total peaceâŚalmost. As Richie cries over him, Eddie touches his cheek. He wants to tell him something. And while heâs thinking it over, he dies.
The first time I read that scene, I cried for the rest of the book. And the movie just makes me angry. Making his last words a joke has none of the impact of an unfinished thought. Refusing to let that moment be serious makes it cheap. The source material is not perfect, but Eddieâs death very nearly is. He was brave and he saved his friends and he wanted to say something. Itâs a goddamn tragedy! So let it be tragic.
There are a lot of ways to make a characterâs death hit the audience like a truck. And It Chapter Two just does not land the jump. The end.
(PS if you were going to mirror the scene in chapter one with ben and bev, eddie should have kissed richie to get him out of the deadlights. im right, cowards.)
(PPS without audra involved they could have fucking carried him out. you ignore every other aspect of the novel version but keep that? [screams])
#eddie kaspbrak#it#this post brought to you by the fact that both videos i watched abt it did not bring up this point and it made me mad all over again#itâs all certainly been said before ! i am not the first to say this ! i just had to put it in my own words#in a hopefully somewhat orderly way#before i actually explode over it#there are a lot of other awful things this adaptation did but this is the one i wanted to talk about#since the other things were mostly brought up in the videos i watched#eddie is my favorite character (surprise) and the new movies will have my disdain forever and ever for what they did#both to him and how the fandom just adopted that version of him and made fic UNreadable for me#maybe now i will actually be able to stop thinking about it so much
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Chapter 26 - Halfway Out of the Darkness
Warnings: one curse word
Summary: Love letters between George and Y/N
Start Here:
~â˘~
January
Y/N held the envelope to her nose, enhaling deeply. Gunpowder and caramel flooded her senses. His scent alone was enough to ease the near constant pang in her heart. For a little while, anyway.
After a few moments, she pulled the letter from the envelope and began to read.
Dear Y/N,
I got your letter this morning that you'd arrived safely. I think I'd been holding my breath this whole time. Airplanes are cool and all, but they still worry me. Maybe one day I'll understand the psychics. Isn't that what you said muggle science is called?
Anyway, things are going ok here. Fred and I have been seeing loads of magpies recently. I wish you could be here to see them.
I'm counting down the time until you're home for good. Five more months. We can do this, right? We survived the first half. We can survive the second.
I just wish it'd hurry up and pass. Even when I'm surrounded by my friends, I'm lonely.
It seems silly, doesn't it? Being lonely when I'm with Fred and Ginny and everyone else. Or maybe it doesn't. None of them are you, and you're the one I want most right now.
Anyway, that's enough of my mopiness. I hope things are off to bright and shiny start for you. How are things going with your apprenticeship? With the senior prank? Let me and Fred know how we can help. Maybe it'll help keep his mind off Angie. He's been trying to make up with her, but she's still barely acknowledging him. Or me and Harry for that matter. Damn that girl can hold a grudge. It's making him grumpy. Ginny has taken to calling him Grumpasaurus Rex. Ha ha! Fred is not amused.
And speaking of Fred, he's ready to go down to dinner. Take care of yourself and make sure you're eating properly. Please. I'd really prefer not to hear that the love of my life has collapsed from malnutrition.
I can't wait until I can love and spoil you properly again.
I love, love, love you
Georgie
~â˘~
George lounged on his bed after shooing Fred and Lee out of the room with Y/N's questions concerning the senior prank. He preferred to read his private letter in private.
Once he was alone, he tore open the envelope. George chuckled when a little origami magpie popped out of it. The tiny bird stretched before flapping its wings and taking flight, fluttering around the room. Smiling, he watched it circle the room a few times before turning his focus to the letter.
Dear Georgie,
Lots of magpies, huh? I wish I could be there to see them, too. Coming back here has been so much harder this time. In the fall, it was easier. I had to hit the ground running. I didn't have alot of time to dwell on being away from you . But now it's different. It's so quiet right now. Just like Januarys always are. Time is just plodding along at a snail's pace. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and missing you like crazy, when I'd much rather be cuddling with you during these cold, dark days.
I can't lie. Being away from you is really starting to get to me, but, I'm still eating, so don't worry about that. (You know me so well, my love.) I reasoned that if I end up in the hospital from not eating, it might prolong our separation, and that will NOT be happening if I have anything to do with it.
In other news, my apprenticeship and classes are going well so far. We've hit a couple snags with the senior prank, though. I sent a separate letter with questions for you and Fred, which I'm sure he's already swiped.
Tell Fred I'm sorry Angie's still being stubborn. I'll put in a good word for him next time I write to her.
I'm so glad our relationship is strong enough to survive all this. We will get through it. Like you said, we're halfway there.
Just like this time of year, I think. We're halfway out of the darkness.
Yeah. That's us.
I love you with all of my heart and soul,
Y/N
~â˘~
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"I'm a big guy!" Axel cheered, "I can handle anything! Lets see if you can." He flashed her a big goofy smile, before falling back against his seat. Crossing his arms over his chest, and eyeing the brunette as if he was challenging her to some duel. Liam glanced over his shoulder, chuckling at his nephew's demeanor, before looking over at Amelia, "Welcome back to the family." He teased, before hitting the gas and taking off down the road.
-time jump-
Just as Liam expected, Axel had taken them to every activity he could within the adrenaline park. They started off with bowling, then played laser tag, followed by go-carts, and then mini golf. They kept moving, and not at all that surprisingly, Amelia kept up. He definitely owed her once this day was over. Next was the arcade. It was time for games, a little kid's casino if you will. Liam'd line up at the card machine, about ready to purchase the game cards for the floor when Axel whispered. "I need to use the bathroom."
Liam would look down at his nephew, "Okay, buddy, gimme one sec---"
Before he could finish, Axel would look up at Amelia, "Can you take me? I really need to go." He begged, jumping from foot to foot, indicating that he had to pee. If Amelia had any objections to doing so, they'd definitely be put on the back burner when Axel gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
Liam looked over at Amelia, "You take him, and I'll get the cards. He knows where the restrooms are--" He turned back to the card machine, and began to work on purchasing the cards. Once he had 3 cards in hand, he'd turn to step away from the machine, in order to get out of the way, when he'd come crashing into someone he immediately recognized as female. Step back, he grabbed either side of her arms to keep her steady, "Shit, sorry, I wasn't--"
But he'd pause before he finished the sentence, recognition of the woman's face clicking in his mind's eyes. But she'd be the one to speak it first, "Liam?" The brunette squealed, before closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck in a embrace that was meant to be an hug, but looked and felt a little more then. Liam stiffen under the embrace, feeling relieved once she broke the hug and returned some of the space. He offered her a tense smile, "Hi, Elle."
What the fuck was up with this month. First running into the Carters, followed by Allie's melt down in the middle of the store, running into Georgie's ex, and now running into his... what was she exactly? A friend, yes, she had been a friend-- they were friendly. Unfortunately for him, and this particular timing, he knew this was not the friend he'd want to run into right now. This was honestly right up there with running into Georgie. He wasn't sure which he'd prefer right now. Neither was ideal.
"What are you doing here?" Elle asked, her smile much more at ease.
"Uh, I'm just here with my nephew. He wanted to come... what are you doing here?" He asked, adding in his head; and why must it have been today.
"Oh! Axel." She squealed, before looking around him, confusion deepening her brows when she looked back up at Liam, "Where is he?" She asked, "I haven't seen him in so long. And niece's birthday party." She explained.
"Uh, he's in the bathroom right now." Liam awkwardly said, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Oh, well, I'd love to see him, and you know what? I'd love to catch up! I haven't seen you in so long. How have you been?" She asked, brushing her hand against his shoulder. The movement causing him to flinch away. "Good. Good. Things are good."
"That's great. You busy later? We could catch a drink?" She suggested, wiggling her brows.
Liam shook his head, "I actually started seeing someone."
The smile dropped, and the confusion returned, "Oh." She whispered, and for a moment, he truly thought that'd be the end of it. He thought wrong. "Is it serious?"
Liam opened his mouth, but would immediately find himself hesitating. Not because he didn't know the answer, but more so because he was hardly comfortable having this conversation with Amelia, much less someone who wasn't her. Elle would take this and run with it. "So-- no?" She answered for him, assuming his hesitation was just that. She'd then chuckle, and squat his shoulder, "What am I saying? Of course not, you don't do serious." His mouth slammed shut, and his jaw ticked. Finding himself rather annoyed at the way she was right. He didn't. Or he used to not. Fuck.
"Anyways-- we should still catch up. Here," She grabbed his hand, and pulled out a pen from her back pocket, "I got a new number," She explained, scribbling her digits across his palm.
Before he could say anything or even figure out a way to turn this around, he'd feel something slam straight into the back of his leg. He knew immediately that it was Axel, and therefore, knew Amelia wasn't far behind. Patting his nephew's head, his strong hold on his uncle's leg usually a sense of comfort, but he couldn't shake that it was a warning of the pending doom before them. Elle would bend down and smile at the little boy, "Axel, hi, buddy." She chipped, in which Axel just responded with a simple, "Hi."
Liam would turn, his eyes laying on Amelia. "Elle," He'd call her name, which would bring her to a standing position immediately, with a wide smile, but Liam wasn't look at her, he was staring at Amelia. He waved a hand out, "This is Amelia, the girl I'm seeing."
Elle would look behind her to Amelia, before whipping her head back towards Liam, "Oh-- she's," Elle paused, glancing back at Amelia, "she's pretty." Liam's eyes closed, and he took a deep breath in, his heart skipping a beat at what he could only assume was a backhanded compliment. Elle stepped forward, doing her best to paste a smile to her face, "Hi, I'm Elle, I'm an old friend of Liam's." She introduced herself, in which, only cause Liam to sigh harder, as he bowed his head down, and rubbed his temples. Fuck me.
"I feel it's only right for me to let you know that Liam isn't very good at commitment, so I wouldn't get my hope super high. But, he is a great friend to have." She stated sweetly, which only now felt like a backhanded compliment towards him. His eyes opened, and pinned the back of Elle's head. "Elle." He hissed, which cause her to whip her attention back to him, and she shrugged, "What? I love you, Liam, but why let someone else learn that the hard way like I did? I'm only being helpful."
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
âI will be wishing you all the excitement that your butt can handle today. Maybe youâll get to save a life.â She really did hope for the best and that maybe he would find some excitement that got his blood pumping. She was sure being an EMT wasnât going to be easy but he survived the army so sheâs sure that he was going to survive this, too. âAnd who knows maybe youâll get to be the hero in someoneâs life story.â
Watching Liam and Axel warmed Ameliaâs heart and she felt her insides turning into butterflies. It was weird to see Liam so carefree but it seems that Axel did that for him and she would be eternally grateful despite the circumstances surrounding Axel being there. It was a nice change of pace in the Granger and Robertâs circus.
Liam pulled her close and she immediately wrapped her arms around his waist. She knew he was right and there was no reason to be nervous but she still was. âI know but what if he like realizes Iâm not actually as cool as you,â she said with a small laugh. Uncle Liam seemed to be the coolest person ever so how was she going to compete. âYouâre right. I know youâre right.â She took a deep breath to steady herself before his lips found hers and her breath was taken away from her. She would never get over kissing him and she would savor every single one of them.
âYou know you missed this,â she laughed at Vinceâs remark. Yeah total cockblock this was but Amelia was learning to roll with the punches life was throwing at her.
Liam moved away from her the moment Axel came back out, jacket in hand. Friends today, remember she reminded herself even though she wanted to put her hand in his. She was following Liamâs lead with what they were going to show Axel or rather how they were going to act today. âLetâs do this,â she whispered back slipping into the passenger seat.
âMillie?â She asked, brow raised. When Liam explained, nodded her head before turning her attention back to Axel. She couldnât help but smile. âI canât say that I have so youâre going to have to show me everything. Think you can handle it?â
The little man had such a contagious energy that soon Amelia found herself not being as nervous as she was. âI guess thatâs why they call it Fun World, huh? Whatâs your favorite thing to do?â
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warnings: mentions of illness, deaths, and premature birth
⧠IDENTITY â§
Full Name: Georgiana Reva Parsons
Nicknames: Georgie, George
Name Meanings: Georgiana â English, âfarmerâ ; Reva â Hindi river name or Hebrew, ârainâ ; Parsons â English, âthe parsonâs sonâ or âthe parsonâs servant.âÂ
Date of Birth: January 31, 1881
Gender: Female ; she/her
Sexuality: BisexualÂ
Blood Status: MugglebornÂ
Nationality: Irish, South Asian heritageÂ
Residence: India (birth to 8) ; the Parsons familyâs Townhouse, Dublin, Ireland (8 to 21) ; TBD
⧠APPEARANCE â§
Faceclaim: Simone AshleyÂ
Height: 5â10â
Build: Average but on the slimmer sideÂ
Hair: Black hair thatâs often pulled back and tends to make her look older than she isÂ
Eye Color: Brown
Scarring:
Childhood & Hogwarts: Georgie has a small y-shaped scar on her upper right arm and a small jagged, diagonal scar on her right knee. Both were the result of a tumble out of a tree and into a bramble bush when she was ten and was trying to retrieve something for her sister.
Adulthood: None
Modifications: (glasses, piercings, tattoos, etc.) Georgieâs ears are pierced.Â
Other Distinguishing Marks: NoneÂ
Clothing Style: Darker colors ; jewel colors ; dresses ; tights ; slippers ; cardigans ; skirts ; blouses ; bootsÂ
Accessories: Necklaces ; bracelets ; a claddagh ring from her paternal grandmother ; banglesÂ
Whatâs in Her Pockets: WandÂ
Whatâs in Her School Bag: Textbooks ; quills ; ink ; parchment ; gloves ; a novel ; a miniature painting that her sister did of her beloved corgi, BertieÂ
⧠SPEECH & LANGUAGE â§
Voiceclaim: Simone AshleyÂ
Accent: Irish
Dialect: Dublin English
Languages Spoken: English, some Hindi terms of endearment
Languages Understood: English, some Hindi
⧠PERSONALITY â§
MBTI Type: ENFJ â the protagonistÂ
â ENFJs are idealist organizers, driven to implement their vision of what is best for humanity. They often act as catalysts for human growth because of their ability to see potential in other people and their charisma in persuading others to their ideas. They are focused on values and vision, and are passionate about the possibilities for people.
Enneagram Type: 1w9 â the idealistÂ
â Enneagram Type One wing Nine personalities have all the main characteristics of the Type One, but also resemble the Type Nine in some ways. These Ones are generally calmer than other Type Ones and they possess a strong sense of right and wrong. They are more open to new ideas and perspectives than a typical One. They may appear quieter and more withdrawn than other Type Ones as well. Like Type Nines, this type seeks peace and avoids conflict. 1w9s are drawn to careers in psychology, social work, journalism and politics.
Positive Traits: Intelligent, kind, friendly, open-minded, reliable, altruistic, charismatic, responsible; outgoing, organized, courageous, practical, hardworking, diligent
Neutral Traits: Idealistic, stubborn, reserved about her personal life, can be intense, empathetic, persuasive, rather serious, straightforward
Negative Traits: Bad with her own emotions; struggles to put herself first, can be indecisive, self-sacrificing, can be rigid about certain things, can be overprotective
Common Stressors: Her responsibilities ; during exams ; when her sister is sick ; when work piles upÂ
Comforting Things: Bertie ; Being with her sister ; watching snow fall ; watching the waves break on the beachÂ
Interests & Hobbies: Reading ; embroidery ; scrapbooking ; horse riding ; croquet ; watercolors
Description: A kind and intelligent woman, Georgie has a tendency to put everyone else in front of herself, especially her sister. In addition, Georgie is incredibly stubborn and can sometimes be prone to grudges. However, she tries to see the best in everyone. She enjoys being around people, but keeps her personal life very private. Georgie doesnât mind confrontations, but doesnât seek them out and she refuses to keep her opinions to herself just to avoid a confrontation. She has a big heart, which is often noticeable.
⧠MAGIC â§
Wand: Georgieâs wand is made of larch wood with a dragon heartstring core and it is 10 inches with an unyielding flexibility.Â
â Larch wands had a reputation for instilling confidence and courage in the user. The celebrated wandmaker Garrick Ollivander found that larch always created wands of hidden talents and unexpected effects, which likewise described the master who deserved it. It was often the case that the witch or wizard who belonged to the larch wand might never realise the full extent of their considerable talents until paired with it, but that they would then make an exceptional match.
Other Magical Abilities: NoneÂ
Patronus: Chestnut mareÂ
Patronus Memory: A walk in a Dublin park with her sister, father, and corgi shortly after the family moved there. It was the first time that Georgie felt a modicum of peace after the death of her mother.Â
Boggart: The pale, thin, and consumption-ravaged figure of her sister or her love interestÂ
Riddikulus: The consumption-ravaged figure turns out to be a butter cookie person
Amortentia:
Georgie smells like thyme, lilies, lemons, and peppermint.
Georgie smells cinnamon, chocolate, leather, and cologne.Â
Mirror of Erised: Georgie sees herself with her parents and sister smiling together, her mother without the ravages of consumption.
⧠HOGWARTS â§
House: GryffindorÂ
OWL Classes:
Astronomy â AcceptableÂ
Charms â OutstandingÂ
Defense Against the Dark Arts â OutstandingÂ
Flying â AcceptableÂ
Herbology â AcceptableÂ
History of Magic â OutstandingÂ
Potions â Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration â Exceeds ExpectationsÂ
OWL Electives:
Care of Magical Creatures â Acceptable
Study of Ancient Runes â OutstandingÂ
NEWT Classes:
Charms â Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts â Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic â Exceeds Expectations
Study of Ancient Runes â Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration â OutstandingÂ
Extracurriculars: Prefect from her fifth to seventh year ; charms club ; ancient runes club ; quidditch for one game
⧠EMPLOYMENT â§
Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ; The Law Offices of Baxter, Bones, and Livingston ; The Ministry of Magic, Department of Law Enforcement
Professions:
Age 16 to 18 - SeamstressÂ
Age 18 to 26 - Clerk in a law office
Age 26 to 30 - Apprentice lawyerÂ
Age 30 to 73 - Lawyer and barrister
⧠FAMILY â§
Father: Kiran Rohan Parsons [deceased, 1854-1897]
Kiran was born in 1854 in Dublin, Ireland to George and Sonia Parsons. He was their only surviving child as his younger sister passed away as an infant. George and Sonia werenât the wealthiest, but they had a stable wealth which allowed them to have a few luxuries. Unfortunately, in 1870, when Kiran was sixteen, his mother contracted typhoid fever from her workplace. It miraculously missed Kiran and George. Soniaâs fatal case of typhoid fever would be the first of three diseases to define Kiranâs life.
The next illness came just three years later, when Kiran was nineteen. His father was diagnosed with cancer. Kiran paid a substantial sum for a surgery to remove the cancer. Unfortunately, like many surgeries of the time, it was quite unhygienic and George Parsons passed away from surgical complications. With little money left after his fatherâs death, Kiran decided to take a position on a merchantâs ship that was to sail west to the Americas and then east to Asia.
When Kiran was 24, his ship landed in a port city in India. Purely by accident, Kiran stumbled upon his future wife, Priya. He fell hard and fast, quickly offering to buy her a bauble or sweet. Five months later, Kiran and Priya were married. They spent their first six months of marriage learning about one another. The next eighteen months were defined by Kiranâs attempts to find a new shipping job that required less travel and their struggles to have a much desired child.
At the age of 27, Kiranâs eldest daughter was born five weeks prematurely on January 31, 1881. Kiran and Priya christened her Georgiana Reva Parsons, in honor of Kiranâs late father. Shortly after that, Kiran nicknamed his daughter âGeorgieâ and it stuck. Two years later, at the age of 29, Kiranâs youngest daughter was born on September 13, 1883. Kiran adored his daughters, and his wife. He worked hard to provide for his family, but always made sure to dedicate time to spend with his daughters.
The third and final disease to marr Kiranâs life was tuberculosis. In the summer of 1885, his wife was diagnosed with consumption. Her remaining two years were stressful, but Kiran kept an optimistic face, even as things were starting to fail. Eventually, his wife passed away and Kiran was devastated. Ten months after Priyaâs death, Kiran moved his daughters back to Dublin. He threw himself into his work, often at the expense of spending time with his daughters as he refused to fully accept his wifeâs death. He left his daughters to fend for themselves, with the exception of the governess he hired for them.Â
In April of 1897, when he was 43, Kiran was involved in a fatal shipyard accident. He died of an infection two days after the accident.Â
Prior to her motherâs passing, Georgie was quite close with her father. She really looked up to him. Sadly, their relationship began to disappear after her motherâs death as Kiran began spending more and more time at work. Georgie loved her father fiercely, though. It was a love that lasted up until, and beyond the day that he died.Â
Faceclaim: Himesh Patel
Mother: Priya Nishet Parsons [deceased, 1857-1888]
Priya was born in India in 1857 to Navin and Madeline Carter as their only daughter. She had a stable childhood and knew what her parents expected of her, even after they died suddenly in an accident. However, it was that event that led Priya to meeting her future husband, Kiran Parsons, when she was 21. They married five months after their first meeting.Â
On January 31, 1881, when she was 24, Priya's eldest daughter was born five weeks prematurely. Those first few months with Georgie were quite stressful, as Priya and Kiran were always on edge with the fear of losing their new daughter. Thankfully, they grew more comfortable with their daughter and two years later, on September 13, 1883, Priya's younger daughter, Divya, was born. Priya adored both her daughters and wished for more children, but was told that it would be unsafe by a midwife. Therefore, she doted on her two daughters, lavishing them with love.Â
Sadly, Priya was diagnosed with consumption in 1885. She tried her best to fight the disease, even trying a TB sanatorium for six months. After determining that the sanatorium wasnât very helpful, Priya spent the remainder of her life at home in quarantine in a separate building. She communicated with her daughters through the windows and doors, while her husband visited once a week. Eventually, though, Priya succumbed to consumption in 1888.Â
Georgie was close to her mother and held mostly good memories of her mother, even during her illness. She loved her mother and Priya never forgot to remind her daughters how much she loved them. After her motherâs death, Georgie tried her best to emulate her mother to the best of her abilities. Priya was Georgie's version of the perfect mother.Â
Faceclaim: Shelley ConnÂ
Sister: Divya Kamilah Parsons @endlessly-cursed
Born on September 13, 1883, Divya is the second daughter of Kiran and Priya Parsons, two years younger than Georgie, and a Hufflepuff. Georgie is very close with her little sister. However, she does take on a bit of a parental role with Divya, especially after the death of their mother. Georgie gets along quite well with Divya and they rarely fight. However, when they do fight, it can get quite nasty and bad.Â
Faceclaim: Charithra ChandranÂ
Pets:Â
Childhood: A corgi named BertieÂ
Adulthood: A corgi ; an owlÂ
⧠ROMANCE & CHILDREN â§
Love Interest(s): Angelo della Rovere (by @potionboy3)
â Story details are TBD, but their relationship can be characterized as rivals to friends to lovers.
Son: Giovanni Deangelo âGioâ Rovere-Parsons
Hufflepuff | Keeper | Prefect | Demisexual | b. March 7, 1909
Georgie has a good relationship with her eldest son. In many ways, Gio is probably the child that takes after her the most, personality wise. This does cause some friction between mother and son, but they have a good relationship. Georgie is very proud of Gio and tries to support him in everything that he does. She loves him very much and wants to see him succeed and be the best version of himself.Â
Faceclaim: Ali Hadji-HeshmatiÂ
Son: Enzo Roy Rovere-Parsons
Slytherin | b. November 13, 1912Â
Georgie has a good relationship with her younger son. She is very proud of Enzo and tries to support him in everything that he does. She loves him very much and wants him to succeed.
Faceclaim: Aidan Gallagher
Daughter: Reva Kamilah Rovere-Parsons
Hufflepuff | Prefect | Heterosexual | b. February 25, 1916Â
Georgie has a good relationship with her daughter, and they are, perhaps, a little closer than Georgie and her sons. Reva takes after her father more in personality, but has Georgieâs desire to take the world by storm and show them what she can do. Georgie is very proud of her daughter and tries her best to support Reva in everything that she does. She loves her daughter dearly.Â
Faceclaim: Swayam BhatiaÂ
⧠OTHER RELATIONSHIPS â§
Best Friends: TBD
Close Friends: TBD
Friends:
Ivy Anders ; Oliver Gerard ; Siobhan Llewelyn (by @kc-and-co)
Albert Burke (by @madelineorionswan)
Carmine Elderberry (by @potionboy3)
Vinnie Wakefield (by @gaygryffindorgal)
Acquaintances: TBD
Itâs Complicated: TBD
Hogwarts Dormmates:
Anouk Fairchild (by @hufflefluffs)
Seraphina Hopper (by @thatravenpuffwitch)
Eleanor Parkmoore (by @ellie-e-marcovitz)
AVAILABLE
Rivals: TBD
Enemies: TBD
⧠HISTORY & BACKGROUND â§
Place of Birth: A port city on the Western coast of IndiaÂ
Hometown: A modern townhouse in Dublin where Georgie, her sister, and her father moved after the death of her mother
Childhood:Â
Georgiana Reva Parsons was born five weeks early, on January 31, 1881 to Kiran and Priya Parsons. Due to this, the doctor believed that Georgie would not survive as she struggled to breathe in those first hours of life. However, a midwife with her own knowledge of childbirth and infants believed otherwise and her parents credited that midwife with saving Georgieâs life.
The following two years were uneventful but Kiran and Priya were quite protective of their elder daughter and her health. Then, on September 13, 1883, Divya Kamilah Parsons was born. Given that Divya was born without any complications, Kiran and Priya relaxed a little and their lives fell into a routine.
However, that routine ended when Georgie was six and her mother was diagnosed with consumption, or tuberculosis. This meant that Priya spent her remaining two years in quarantine to avoid infecting her beloved daughters and husband and even spent six months in a TB sanatorium. Her daughters kept contact by shouting to her through the windows.Â
In the wee hours of the morning as a thunderstorm raged, Georgie snuck out of her bedroom to see her mother. The pale, thin, consumption-ravaged figure would haunt her for the rest of her life. However, it wasnât until a DADA lesson on boggarts that she truly remembered the horror of that figure. Sadly, Priya Parsons passed away in 1888, when her daughter was seven. Â
Her father was devastated, but buried his grief and sank into his work. Unfortunately, this left Georgie and Divya alone and they grew self-sufficient. Then, ten months after their motherâs death, Miran decided it was time to move back to his home city of Dublin. He had better career opportunities there, all of which offered more money and he took a job there in an attempt to escape the crushing hand of grief. They moved there when Georgie was eight.
As a gift, her father allowed her and Divya to adopted a pet. Georgie chose a corgi puppy, whom she named Bertie. Aside from that, nothing major happened during her childhood in Dublin. Her father immersed himself in his work, often leaving the girls in the care of a governess. However, Georgie took on a maternal role towards her sister and also took on a lot of the household roles normally held by a wife. She became very self-sufficient and tried not to rely on anyone else.Â
On her eleventh birthday, Georgie received her Hogwarts letters.Â
Hogwarts Years:
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Georgie was sorted into Gryffindor. At Hogwarts, she made good friends, temporarily joined the house quidditch team, and became a prefect.
In the April of her fifth year, Georgieâs father was killed in a fatal shipyard accident. Stunned and numb, Georgie pushed aside more of her own emotions and began to deal with her new responsibilities. During that summer break, Georgie took on a job as a seamstress for a local dressmaker. The job didnât pay much and it was very demanding. However, Georgie was determined to ensure that she and Divya were not kicked out of their home until they were ready. She kept that seamstress job until she graduated from Hogwarts and got a job as a clerk in a law office.Â
Adulthood:
After graduating from Hogwarts and quitting her seamstress job, Georgie was employed as a clerk at the Law Office of Baxter, Bones, and Livingston. She clerked for eight years before convincing her bosses that she should become an apprentice and work towards becoming a lawyer. At the age of 30, she finally achieved her goal of becoming a lawyer and barrister. She argued many cases, although she would only be remembered for three cases. Nevertheless Georgie was one of the first women to successfully succeed in the field of law.
In addition, Georgie married Angelo Della Rovere at the age of 26. Together, they had three children. Their eldest son, Giovanni Deangelo âGioâ Rovere-Parsons was born on March 7, 1909 with their second son, Enzo Roy Rovere-Parsons being born three years later, on November 13, 1912. Their youngest child and only daughter, Reva Kamilah Parsons was born on February 25, 1916.
Old Age:
At the age of 73, Georgie retired from her long and successful career as a lawyer and barrister, although her career would only be remembered for three extraordinary cases. She spent the next forty years doing some advocate work.Â
Death:Â
In 1994, Georgiana Reva Parsons passed away at the age of 113. She died painlessly in her sleep. She lived a long and fulfilling life.
⧠MISCELLANEOUS â§Â
Favorite Color: PurpleÂ
Favorite Food: Ice cream (specifically chocolate)
Favorite Drink: Ginger beerÂ
Favorite Weather: The sun is out, but itâs fairly coolÂ
Favorite Season: AutumnÂ
Dislikes: Bullies ; rakes ; meat pies ; lightning ; thunder ; quidditchÂ
Trivia:
Georgie was named after her paternal grandfather, George Parsons.
Georgieâs beloved corgi, Bertie, was supposed to be a show dog. However, he got sick as a puppy and then, he was considered unsuitable to show.
During her time at Hogwarts, Georgie played in one quidditch game. She promptly discovered that she hated and quit the team the next day. Luckily, she was only a reserve chaser.
In her first year, Georgie attempted to smuggle Divya into Hogwarts. Her father found Divya before the train could depart from the station and Georgie was quietly reprimanded.
Georgie doesnât let the world or the era she lives in dictate who she is. When she decided to become a lawyer, she put her all into it and even though it took many years and setbacks, she never gave up. She doesnât mind that sheâs hardly remembered by history. She knows what she achieved and so does her family.Â
Important Links:
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More information on Georgieâs children, Gio, Enzo, and Reva
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I hate you [F.W.]
A/N: I love me some good enemies to lovers, and I saw this concept in a Tiktok once and itâs been stuck in my head ever since.
Pairings: Fred Weasley x fem! Gryffindor prefect reader
Summary: You and Fred hate each other â but do you really? You come back to the common room one night all beat and bloody, and your true feelings come out. "Y/l/n" means "Your last name".
Words: 3.9k
Warnings: Slight angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, Fred being stupid, mean comments, mentions of blood and bruises, crying, fluff at the end. As always lmk if I missed anything.
âOut of my way, Weasley,â a scowl decorated your face as you tried to push past the annoyingly tall ginger and his less annoying twin who were taking up half the doorway out of the common room.
âAnd good morning to you too, princess, did you sleep well?â he smirked, all you wanted was to slap the sly smirk off his face or just make him disappear completely - the last option intriguing you more than youâd like to admit.
âMove and stop bothering me,â you pushed his chest for him to move, which he did, but because itâs Fred he didnât do so without dramatically clutching his stomach and falling into George.
Your eyes made a full rotation, a displeased huff was the last they heard before you were out the door.
âYou could cut the sexual tension with a knife,â George smirked knowingly as Fred found his footing again, but he just scoffed at his words.
âYouâre delusional, Georgie, y/l/n is the most annoying, stuck up person in the whole of Hogwarts, sheâs just fun to mess with,â Fred crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed that his own brother could even think that he could have a thing for you⌠you were annoying and rude, and attractive⌠no, maybe, just a little; Fred shook his head at the thought, his mind set - you were just annoying.
âShe really only acts that way in front of you, you know, from what Iâve gathered sheâs pretty nice⌠you couldâve just apologized after that accident,â George spoke hesitantly, but Fred just shook his head once more.
âCome on, letâs go get breakfast, we have a lot on our âagendaâ.â
ââ
Your problem with Fred had started your second year of Hogwarts, before then you had no relation with him or George, just hearing the stories or seeing them in the common room briefly, no doubt planning pranks.
A prank that they tried to pull on a Slytherin from your potions class had misfired and unfortunately made you the unsuspecting victim; your work, school satchel which was carrying a weekâs worth of finished homework, and uniform completely ruined.
Instead of apologizing, Fred had just laughed, not even caring that their prank had hit a fellow Gryffindor instead of a Slytherin. You had left the class so none of your classmates could see you cry, the tears streaming down your face as you angrily made your way back to your dorm to change and restart all your homework.
All you wanted was an apology, but you never got one, all you got was more pranks targeting you; it was as if the first prank opened Fredâs eyes to the possibility of annoying you specifically.
To say you were well annoyed by him was an understatement and you tried ever since then to avoid him, which was much harder being in the same house as him.
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Making their way into the Great Hall, Fred quickly spotted you at the long table, you were conversing gently with some of your friends, a smile on your face, one he didnât often see. He subconsciously sat himself down at a spot where he would be able to look at you with nothing blocking his view, to which George just smirked knowingly, but kept his mouth shut.
Throughout breakfast Fred kept stealing glances your way, as he always did, looking at the way you laughed, the gentleness in your eyes, he felt calm looking at you - not that heâd ever admit that.
You felt his stare, but when your eyes landed on his, Fred quickly picked up a piece of toast and chugged it your way, hitting you square in the face, a loud laugh following.
You stood from your seat, your face red and hot as you stared daggers into his laughing visage.
âWhat the hell, Weasley! Godric, youâre so immature, why donât you grow up?!â You yelled across the table, your finger wagging as you pointed at him, the conversation at the table ceasing, all eyes looking between you and Fred.
âWhy canât you just learn to take a joke, y/l/n?â he said with a scoff, crossing his arms as he stood himself.
âIâll take a joke when you make an actual funny one! The only joke here is you!â you got out from behind the bench, your legs moving you fast towards the exit, your fellow students jaw on the floor as they followed the drama as if it was a soap opera.
âOh, thatâs rich,â Fred got out as well, following you out of the door, âyouâre just too stuck up to actually appreciate comedy.â
You let out a humourless laugh, stopping your angry pacing to face him, his own pace coming to a halt in front of you.
You pointed your finger poking it into his chest, âyou are a self-centred, egotistical narcissist! Youâre horribleâŚ,â your voice turned to a whisper, âI hate you.â
He was taken aback, trying his hardest to not let show how much your words hurt, but instead, he leaned down to look in your eyes, âwell, princess, I hate you too.â
You just frowned, turning your back to him, and headed towards class without another word. You knew that you were the first to say it, but you didnât mean it and it stung deep within you to hear it said back to you.
You were so confused, and so was he; he stared at your figure as it grew smaller the further away from him you got, a long shaky breath escaping him as he went back to join George for their first class of the day.
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âWow, youâre really good at this, y/n,â the sweet voice of Daniel said from beside you, as you chuckled at his compliment.
Daniel was one of the, - or actually the only, nice Slytherin boy youâd meet in all your years at Hogwarts, and he just so happened to be your potions partner this week, your last class of the day suddenly less dull.
âSays you, youâre like a potions master!â You joked, jabbing his side as he took over stirring the potion you were working on, giving you an amused smile.
You talked quietly amongst yourselves, Daniel was a good friend, and he was pleasant to be around.
Your peace was stolen from you as quickly as you had gotten it; a Slytherin girl and her friends approaching your workstation, her disruption âunnoticedâ by Professor Snape.
She, not so subtlety, merged her way in between yourself and Daniel, twisting her hair as she looked up at him.
âHey, Dan,â her smile was sickly sweet, completely ignoring your presence even though you were practically breathing at the side of her head.
âAre we still hanging out later,â you rolled your eyes at her interruption and how she wanted to make it a point to inform you of their plans, even though all yours and Danielâs relationship was was friendly.
âYeah, sure,â he smiled making a pleased look appear on her smug-looking face, âIâll be right back, I need to get more lavender for our potion,â Daniel pointed at the cauldron while looking at you, giving you a quick nod before he was off to find the ingredient.
Your presence was finally acknowledged by the girl, her face turning to look at you with a scowl.
âI would appreciate it if you left my boyfriend alone,â she snapped, her arms folded over her chest.
Your eyebrow lifted, confusion clear on your face, âUhm, weâre potions partners, Iâm not sure what you want me to do about that⌠Iâm not trying to steal your boyfriend or anything, itâs just a partners assignment.â
You couldnât understand why she was angry, your argument completely logical, but flying straight over her head as her scowl deepened.
âYouâre standing too close to him, youâre practically throwing yourself at him⌠ugh I donât want to talk to you anymore⌠just leave him alone or youâre going to regret it,â an angry breath left her lips, her voice turning to a whisper as she noticed Daniel returning. She huffed before flipping her hair and walking off, but not without eyeing you down with an angry look.
You let out a breath but put on a smile as Daniel placed the ingredient by your hand.
âSo, letâs continue,â your hands clapped together, trying to push past the somewhat threatening encounter youâd just had.
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Your feet ached slightly as you made your way up towards Gryffindor tower, your prefect rounds finished for the night.
You were tired, yet you were mentally preparing yourself to see Fred in the common room - he was always there; no matter how late you got back, he was sat on the couch or around a table working on some prank item, often alone and you never understood why.
As predicted, Fred was sat on the couch, fiddling with some trinket, possibly an item that would annoy you dearly.
His head turned at the sound of you entering, your eyes briefly meeting, but just as quick your focus was in front of you, hurrying up the stairs and into your prefectâs dorm.
As soon as your door was closed, Fred let out a breath and packed up his things before heading to bed himself.
He let out a groan as his back hit his mattress, snuggling under the blankets, trying to get comfortable, not even worried that he was disturbing George and Lee.
George turned, smirking sleepily even though Fred couldnât see him.
âDid y/n make it back safely?â he teased, very much aware of the reason for Fredâs late nights, even if Fred wasnât completely aware himself.
Fred just rolled his eyes, âshut up,â he muttered before turning and shutting his eyes.
ââ
You thought your day would be good; you had had a peaceful day of classes, then studied for your potions test with Daniel (with an interruption from his displeased girlfriend, but she was quickly forgotten again).
You had hardly seen Fred, due to the harsh words spoken from both of you the day prior; it felt off to not see him or be annoyed by him, but you shrugged it off - you were glad to be rid of him, you tried telling yourself.
The last thing to do was your prefect rounds, which was hardly a challenge, the children of Hogwarts were hardly ones to be energetic enough to be out past curfew - all except the Weasley twins of course.
Your shoe-clad feet trudged down the quiet hallways and corridors, the sound of snoring portraits filling the peaceful night.
Your ears perked up when you suddenly heard not one set of shoes heading your way, but a whole group. Your initial thought was that it was a professor on their nightly shift as well, but the amount of people coming your way was a clear indication that it wasnât.
The noises drew closer, hushed voices accompanying the footsteps. You suddenly spotted Danielâs girlfriend with five other Slytherin girls in tow, a mischievous smirk on each of their faces.
âAh, just the person we were looking for,â you drew your wand, knowing you were overpowered, but one of the other girls was quicker, your wand flying out of your hand and landing on the floor by their feet.
âYouâre out past curfew, Iâm obligated to take house points,â your breathing was shaky as you looked at them, they looked threatening - even more now that you were unarmed.
âThat wonât be necessary,â Danielâs girlfriend, Sophie, said whilst picking at her nails. âI told you to stay away from Daniel and yet I still see you with him in the library.â
You forced yourself to not roll your eyes, her jealousy completely insane, âit was school-related! We donât choose our own potions partners and you know that youâre in the same class,â your argued trying to turn to make a run for it, but you didnât make it far before you were hit by âincarcerousâ, your body falling forward and landing hard on the stone floor with a âthumpâ.
âBut studying in the library isnât mandatory,â she smirked, all of them making their way to you, circling you as you laid bound on the floor.
You just ducked your head and waited for the impact, the first blow landing right in your stomach knocking all the air out of you.
ââ
You shakily picked up your wand, wincing at the pain of just bending down.
Your legs struggled to carry you the long way up to the Gryffindor common room, your steps slow as you limped your way up the stairs.
Bruises littered your body and face, blood dripped from your nose and a gash above your left eyebrow. All you wanted was to clean your wounds and go to sleep, hopefully, you could forget about this terrible night, though you doubt the bruises and cuts would be helpful.
After a long hike, you finally stepped through the portrait hole, the fat lady giving you a concerned look, but you waved her off quickly and entered, hopefully, you could make it up the stairs to your dorm without too much of a struggle.
As the couch came into view you remembered one very important variable, Fred Weasley, he was always there when you came back from rounds, and you cursed yourself for forgetting.
âQuite a late night for you, isnât it y/l/n?â he smirked, his smug tone hitting you right in your chest.
Your recently dry eyes filling with tears again as the events of the night finally hit you.
A sob tore through your throat, âFreddie,â you whimpered as you stood by the arched doorway, the tears leaking out of your eyes.
The sound of your sob and the use of his nickname caused Fred to finally turn his head, the smug look on his face evaporating as soon as he saw the blood, bruises and tears, your figure crumbled and shaking.
âOh Godric, y/n,â he quickly stood from the couch, his long legs carrying him to you in less than a couple of seconds, âwho did this to you?â
He grabbed your face, careful not to touch your cuts or bruises, tilting it up so you were forced to look in his eyes.
His eyes were full of concern a frown pulling at his lips as he looked at your tired tear-filled eyes, your sobs not ceasing.
âPle-ase, I w-wanna go to my room,â you hiccupped through your sentence, but he understood, nevertheless.
His things were long forgotten as he quickly, much to your surprise, picked you up causing your limbs to wrap around him, but the action caused a small whimper to leave your mouth at the pain.
âSorry, princess, Iâll be quick,â he quickly ascended the stairs, holding you close to him as he tried to be as fast as possible. Your head fell onto his shoulder, your tears wetting his wool sweater.
Making his way into your prefect dorm, he shut the door quickly before setting you down on the bed, looking you over to make sure he hadnât hurt you more.
âDonât move, Iâll clean you up,â his words were quick as he scurried into your bathroom, finding a cloth along with Band-Aids and the proper elements to clean your wounds.
Fredâs arms were full, carrying all the things he deemed necessary to make sure you would be completely fine.
He placed them beside you on the bed before urging you to stand up, which you did, barely by yourself as Fred wouldnât let you go completely.
âIâm going to remove some of your clothes now, is that okay, darling?â His voice was quiet, he was bursting with need to help you but wanted to make sure you were 100% comfortable with him helping you before he even thought of doing anything.
You nodded, not finding your voice strong enough to answer verbally.
Fred nodded to himself at your given consent as he helped you rid yourself of your robe, quickly undoing the buttons on your blood-stained shirt and accessing the damage.
He saw all the forming bruises, his stomach twisting in anger, wanting nothing more than to hex the living daylights out of whoever did this to you.
There was no blood to clean on your upper body and he still needed to cover you up, your bra being the only thing shrilling your bare figure from his concerned gaze.
He pulled off his sweater, turning your back to him so he could unclasp your bra and toss it aside, purposely angling you so he couldnât see anything, wanting to spare your dignity. Fred then helped his sweater over your head, making sure it didnât rub against your face or press on any of your bruises. You inhaled, your nose filling with the scent of cologne, fireworks and cinnamon, the scent calming your racing mind.
He turned your body back, aiding you to sit on the bed once more before kneeling in front of you, using the items to clean the blood off of your face and fix your wounds.
You winced, eyes closing as pain bled through your face, but you kept your mouth shut, knowing that your whining wouldnât help.
âThere we go, almost done, darling,â Fred worked as fast as he could without hurting you too much and be thorough.
You nodded, keeping your eyes closed, your face scrunching up, waiting for him to be finished.
After having cleaned everything, he removed your shoes and socks, tossing them aside before standing again, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âYou did so good, my good girl, but now you have to sleep, tomorrow Iâll bring you a new cream George and I have been working on to get rid of those pesky bruises,â he helped you up the bed and under the covers, making sure you were comfortable before he very hesitantly headed for the door.
A whine left your lips, one hand reaching out for him, âno, please stay with me.â
His heart ached at how broken and hoarse your voice sounded; he wouldnât be able to leave you even if he wanted to.
His feet carried his body back to your bed, crawling under the covers you had lifted for him and got comfortable before gently pulling your body close to his, almost laying you on top of him.
He noted the sigh that left your lips, the way your body relaxed against his, snuggling closer to him as if you hadnât yelled that you hated each other just the day before.
For Fred it was as if everything finally clicked into place, your body fit so perfectly against his, it was as if heâd found the missing piece; he couldnât believe how many years he had spent tormenting you when all he needed was for you to be close to him.
There was a comfortable silence floating around the room, leaving you unable to fall completely asleep, you were too focused listening to Fredâs steady heartbeat and breathing, his arms snugly around you.
âIâm sorry,â Fredâs whispered voice broke the silence, your eyes snapping open and angling your head to look at his face, his eyes staring right back at you.
âFor what?â You already knew the answer, yet you werenât certain, you wanted to hear the words from him.
âFor everything⌠for the first prank and all those that followed, all I wanted was to see you smile at me, I was just too stupid to do it properly, - I donât hate you,â his eyes stared into yours, making sure that you knew that everything he said was true and that he meant every word.
âI donât hate you either⌠I was just angry and upset⌠thank you for the apology,â Fred thought he could die of happiness when your lips finally turned up into a gentle smile, a smile for him and only him.
He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, his smile replaced by a frown as he looked over the forming bruise around your eye, his mind listing all the things he would do to whoever caused this.
You leaned further into his touch, raising an eyebrow at his frowning face, using your thumb to smooth out the crease between his brows.
âWhat are you thinking about?â you asked, his eyes refocusing on you after having zoned out in thought, a serious look on his face.
âAre you going to tell me who did this to you?â his touch on your cheek was still gentle but was now also a way to keep your gaze on him.
The way he looked at you let you know that he wasnât going to let it go and that he expected an answer, a sigh of defeat leaving your lips.
âYou know my potions partner?â
âDaniel,â Fred answered way too quick, which he realized, a bashful expression overtook his face.
âUhm, yeah, Daniel⌠well, he has a girlfriend who has some jealousy issues and she wanted me to stay away from him, I think she got her point across,â you tried joking to lighten the mood, but Fred was silently fuming, he was using all his self-control from going to grab George and head down to the Slytherin common room to find a certain girl to hex.
âDonât worry, Iâm okay now⌠thanks to you,â you cradled his cheek with one hand, trying to put him at ease, which it mostly did; his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, a frown still prominent on his face.
You decided to try something that youâd subconsciously wanted to for many years and now had been craving for most of the time spent with him; slowly you moved a little more up before you put your lips on his, letting your body rest against his.
It took him less than a second to kiss back, his arms around you keeping you close to him as your mouths moved against each other.
The kiss was passionate yet slow, yet it held so much emotion - all the years of frustration pent up and let out through to one another.
His tongue snuck into your mouth to prolonging the kiss, none of you wanted it to end even though you were losing oxygen.
Finally, you pulled apart, your lungs straining too much to ignore; your forehead rested against his as you both took deep breaths.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Fred breathed, staring into your eyes, âIâll spend every day proving to you how sorry I am and make that girl wish she could leave Hogwarts.â
An amused grin decorated your face, âas long as youâre not such a sap every day,â you giggled as you quickly pecked his lips. As you pulled back you saw how his own face was now equipped with a smirk, a small laugh leaving his mouth.
âYouâre a little jokester arenât you, princess?â
You giggled again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, causing Fred to laugh again.
âGet some sleep now, darling,â he whispered when you let out a yawn, a smile on your tired face.
âOnly if youâre here when I wake up.â
âIâll always be here,â he promised, which was enough confirmation for you to finally let sleep overtake you.
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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!
pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasleyÂ
warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering
word count: 4.2kÂ
a/n: soooo this is the longest thing iâve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and thatâs probably why itâs so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress.Â
You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didnât stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldnât help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George.Â
You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction.Â
You didnât think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out.Â
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Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ronâs oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You werenât drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good.Â
You were cuddled up to Ronâs side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still.Â
âDo you need another drink, sweetheart?â Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal.Â
You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. âUm, yes, thank you,â you added bashfully.Â
Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire.Â
Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. âWhatever you think youâre doing, stop,â he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation.Â
âHe kissed me,â you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldnât exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it.Â
You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip.Â
You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fredâs strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders.Â
âHave you been enjoying your summer here so far?â He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him.Â
Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met Georgeâs eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it.Â
âUm, yes. Youâve all been quite lovely. I like it here,â you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events.Â
âMm, good,â Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldnât help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. âI saw we play a little game. Are you in?â He asked.Â
You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. âAnd what is this game?â You questioned.Â
âLetâs see how jealous we can get Ron,â he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.Â
âI- I donât know if thatâs a good idea,â you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop⌠doing whatever you were doing.Â
âOh, câmon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,â he told you.Â
âAnd how will this end?â You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.Â
He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it.Â
âJudging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, heâll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,â he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer.Â
You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about.Â
âBy the looks of it, he doesnât seem to mind,â Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him.Â
âOf course heâd mind. Youâre his brother,â you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening.Â
âYou think he doesnât see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,â he told you.Â
You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ronâs eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they⌠did they plan this?Â
âI - I havenât been -,â you went to argue, but Fred cut you off.Â
âDonât play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,â Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought.Â
You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldnât go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didnât get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench.Â
âBunny, come with me,â he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice.Â
You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ronâs hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you.Â
âAnd what was all that about?â He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him.Â
âN-nothing. We were just having a chat,â you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated.Â
âWasnât what it looked like to me. Spill it,â he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body.Â
âPromise you wonât get mad,â you half heartedly requested.Â
âJust tell me.âÂ
âHe- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,â you told him. It wasnât exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best.Â
âThatâs not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?â He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second.Â
You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. Heâd either blow up entirely, or youâd have a night youâd never forget. âHe said that if I begged you youâd let him and George join us,â you said quickly, all in one breath.Â
You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock.Â
âIs that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?â He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior.Â
âAre you serious?â You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didnât expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes.Â
âDo I look like Iâm joking?â Â
âTheyâre your brothers,â you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you werenât sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldnât understand why he was letting it happen.Â
âItâs not like Iâll be fucking them,â he said with a laugh. âSo, tell me what you want.âÂ
âIf itâs okay with youâŚ,â you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you.Â
âSo beg,â he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you.Â
âIâll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,â you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face.Â
âGo to my room. Strip. Iâll be up in a minute,â he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin.Â
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You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away.Â
Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. âLast chance, bun. Do you want this?â He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you.Â
You knew it wasnât your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in.Â
You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying âYes,â loud enough so Fred and George could hear.Â
The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans.Â
Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs.Â
âLet them see you,â he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms.Â
He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didnât move from where they both stood before you, waiting.Â
âAll of you,â Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart.Â
You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm.Â
âFuck, Y/N, youâre more perfect than I imaged,â you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you.Â
Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own.Â
âCan I touch you?â George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting.Â
âPlease,â you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now.Â
George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldnât hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot.Â
As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.
âDoes that feel good?â George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder.Â
When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. âI wonât remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,â he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time.Â
âYes. Feels so good. Please donât stop,â you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you.Â
You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ronâs behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.Â
You couldnât stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit.Â
You held fell back against Ronâs shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple.Â
âHaving fun?â Ron asked, beaming down at you.Â
You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. âWant you too,â you told him.Â
âOf course you do, my greedy girl,â Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss.Â
Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You werenât sure how you would handle it when their pants came off.Â
Your hips were grinding down onto Georgeâs face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fredâs lips, your entire body grinding back on Ronâs body.Â
âShe tastes like fucking heaven,â George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust.Â
Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by Georgeâs grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself.Â
Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ronâs thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours.Â
You finally relaxed your body against Ronâs, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down.Â
âThink you can handle all three of us?â Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor.Â
You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought youât get this far to even have considered it.Â
That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. âWhat did I say about using your words?â He asked darkly.
âYes, I want to. I can,â you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp.Â
âGood,â Ron said, now satiated with your words. âGet on your hands and knees for us, bunny.âÂ
He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head.Â
You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didnât know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew youâd be sore in the morning.Â
âThis is how itâs gonna work, bunny,â Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. âIâm gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,â he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.
âFredâs going to fuck that tight ass,â he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you.Â
âAnd George is gonna fuck that cute face,â Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him.Â
âDoes that sound good, sweetheart?â George asked, looking down at you fondly.Â
âYes, fuck. Please,â you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get.Â
They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fredâs lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on.Â
When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in.Â
You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fredâs cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars.Â
George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ronâs neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure.Â
âYouâre doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and itâll feel so good. Youâre gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,â Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that youâd latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity.Â
Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body.Â
George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time.Â
It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldnât hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as Georgeâs cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm.Â
You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. âFuck, you feel so goodâ and âJust like thatâ mixed with âShe feels like fucking heavenâ and âHer mouth is a dreamâ. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew youâd remember it later with a blush and a smile.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,â George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew youâd want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough.Â
You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust.Â
âRon, please Iâm so close,â you begged, for what you werenât entirely sure, but you knew heâd know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didnât collapse.Â
Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. âTouch her clit,â he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in.Â
Fredâs arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot.Â
âCum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,â Fred said low in your ear.Â
Your eyes never left Ronâs as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin.Â
âCum for meâ was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode.Â
Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fredâs warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldnât keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt.Â
When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ronâs chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present.Â
George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you.Â
âThat was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,â he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place.Â
âWhat he said,â Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. âWeâll see you two lovebirds in the morning,â he added with a wink.Â
They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence.Â
âDid you have fun?â He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you.Â
âI did. Thank you,â you said with a soft smile.Â
âMy girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,â He said, placing a kiss on your nose.Â
When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. âNo offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So letâs go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?â He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom.Â
âI thought you werenât going to be weird about it,â you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.Â
âThatâs different and you know it,â he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.
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Has a Nice Ring (Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, accidently calls you by his last name during a Family Gathering at The Burrow.
Word Count: 888
A/N: this idea has been floating around in my head and I have been writing it in math class for months but I finally have a good grasp on it so yay! Also I am so sorry I have been gone for so long IÂ âve had some family and mental health issues lmaoÂ
Warnings: fluff. thatâs literally itÂ
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âFrederick Gideon and George Fabian Weasley! Get down from there this instant!â
The two boys were currently on the roof of the Burrow, fireworks of all different shapes and sizes in hand. Molly had just run outside to see all of her family and guests gathered together, viewing the reckless twins. Well, reckless in Mollyâs opinion. Everyone else was having an absolute blast watching the idiots stumble around the steep covering.
You will admit, though, that you were slightly worried. Your boyfriend of 3 years, Fred, was now trying to climb on his twinâs shoulders to get to the highest point on the roof. You laughed amongst the others but slowly getting quieter. When Fred finally got up and George stumbled a bit is when you hit your breaking point. âFred, my love,â you yelled out. With one hand on the roof in front of him, Fred turned to look at you in the small crowd, his brother following his movements and wobbling slightly. You winced inwardly.Â
âHow about you guys get down from there now, yeah?â you called out to them. âY/N, darling, are you insane?â Fred said joyously. âHonestly! This is going to be the best fireworks show ever!â your other best friend yelled with a wide grin. âI know, but you could easily use magic to put them up there!âÂ
You nervously stepped forward and watched at the boys looked at you, then each other, then back to you before bursting out into laughter. âOh my dear y/n,â Fred said. âYou know our mother doesnât allow magic in the house.â George continued. Flabbergasted, you whipped your head around to look at Molly whoâs face was drained of blood. You huffed a bit before jogging around to the backside of the house where you had previously helped the boys start their ascend to the roof.Â
Carefully looking at how to get strategically get up, you began grabbing and pulling on things to hoist yourself up. After a few seconds, you rolled onto the roof to see the boys still wobbling back and forth. They both looked your way as you let out a sigh and stood up.Â
âY/N? What are you doing?!â Fred laughed. âYou-â You pointed at Fred. His face dropped into a slight fearful expression. âGet off of your brother!â You quietly shouted at them. Stepping more towards you, George bent down, letting his brother off of his shoulders. Fred hopped towards you and set the fireworks from his hands onto the ground. George stood back up. âAnd I thought better of you, Georgie. Youâre the usual brains of the operation!â You rubbed Georgeâs shoulder as he too set down the few fireworks he had been holding.Â
Fred scoffed. âIf heâs the brains, then Iâm-â
âNot going to finish that sentence, Freddie.â You cut his off as George snickered quietly to himself, earning a punch on the shoulder from his brother. You began to reach for your wand before realizing that it was nowhere on your body. You looked up to the sky and muttered curses to yourself. âDâyou forget soemthing, darling?â Fred said, walking over and looking over the edge at his family on the floor. âYes,â you sighed.Â
Suddenly you remembered something you had learned from childhood. Something you had told no one about. You stepped backwards a bit, looking at the fireworks then to the roof you were planning to put them onto for your idiot friends. You closed your eyes then opened them, holding your hand out and focusing on the objects on the floor. Fred backed up to his brother. âIs she...â George questioned. Fredâs face lit up like, well, fireworks. âShe is... SHE IS!âÂ
You heard George shush him and chuckled as you finally lifted the fireworks and set them on the roof. You dropped your hands as everyone began to cheer from downstairs. Fred ran over to you and gave you the biggest hug. You smiled and laughed. âWhat is this for?â He let go and held grabbed your wrist, throwing it into the air like you had just won a boxing match.Â
âY/N Weasley everyone!â He yelled out. Everyone began whooping and cheering. George laughed and began to climb back down. Your smile dropped and your eyes widened as you processed what your boyfriend had just said.Â
âDid you just...â You pulled your arm down slowly, turning to look at him. He laughed, holding a hand up to your face. âDid I what, darling?â You smiled. âYou just labelled me Weasley, my love.â He smiled at you and he interlocked his long, slender fingers around yours, walking you towards the edge to climb back down and join everyone else.
âSo what? You have an issue with it?â He smiled, helping you down the side of the house. When you finally reached the bottom, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bending him down to your height as he pulled you closer to him in a full body hug, lips still interlocked. As you two pulled away for air, he wrapped his arm around your waist and began walking back to the crowd.Â
You looked up at his, face flushed bright red from happiness and sighed. âOh, not at all... it has a nice ring to it.â
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A/N: Iâm sorry for my absence friends! I will be on here more frequently and please feel free to message me if you need anything! I love you and I am here for you always! MWAH!!
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Good Girl - George Weasley
Title: Good Girl Pairing: George x female!slytherin!Reader Summary: George has been the readerâs enemy since their first year at Hogwarts together and now, in their final year the universe keeps throwing them together in ways that make the reader question why she ever hated George in the first place. Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!george, begging, slight orgasm denial, thigh riding, oral (Male and female receiving), throat fucking, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex A/N: The summary is shit but itâs an enemies to lovers slow burn. Seriously this is 22k words I lost control. This is for @those-born-to-fightâ who wanted some enemies to lovers with a Slytherin reader! Thereâs two different ~spicy~ scenes and the tiniest touch of angst towards the end. Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!
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âGod, do they ever just shut up?â Y/N grumbles, getting up to slam the door to her compartment closed. Adrian and Marcus laugh at her, but immediately stop when she glares at them, not wanting to face the consequences of annoying Y/N further.
There are very few things that Y/N outright hates. The list of things that mildly annoy her is quite long, but she reserves the word hate for only those special things that make her want to rip her hair out at the mere mention of them. Fred and George Weasley happen to be at the top of that list.
Like most students, Y/N had been enamored by the twins and their antics at first. Despite the fact that many of their practical jokes were aimed at members of her house and Snape, she found them quite funny. She had even thought about befriending the twins, the rivalry between their houses be damned. But after finding herself on the receiving end of a few too many Weasley practical jokes, she had begun to loathe them.
âI donât know why you let them get under your skin,â Daphne comments, her tone dry and dull. Despite the fact that her eyes havenât left the copy of Witch Weekly sheâs flipping through, Y/N knows sheâs been watching her fidget as the Weasley twins got rowdier and rowdier from their compartment down the hall.
âBecause theyâre, theyâre,â Y/N pauses, trying to find the words to describe just how vile the Weasley Twins make her feel. âThere isnât even a word in the English dictionary that perfectly describes how insufferable they are.â She flips Adrian and Marcus off as they laugh at her frustration.
Daphne rolls her eyes and finally puts her magazine down. âYouâre so dramatic, Y/N. Just drown them out like everyone else does. Take me, for example. I havenât heard a thing either of them has said since third year.â
âThatâs because they leave you alone, Daph,â Marcus drawls, coming to Y/Nâs defense. This isnât the first time the four of them have had this conversation and it surely will not be the last. âItâs kind of hard to ignore them when they send bludgers at you hard enough to knock your head off of your shoulders.â
âItâs pretty easy to knock someoneâs head off of their shoulders when there isnât anything in it, Marcus,â Daphne teases, pushing his shoulder lightly.
Adrian pretends to throw up at their behavior, causing Marcus to hit him over the head while Y/N laughs. Adrian ends up hitting Marcus back, and the boys hit at each other for a few moments while Daphne rolls her eyes and Y/N eggs them on.
âThe contents of Marcusâs head aside,â Adrian says as he plops down next to Y/N, his breathing heavy from wresting Marcus to the ground. âHeâs got a point, Daph. Youâve never actually been the victim of a Weasley prank. So, frankly your opinion doesnât matter.â
Daphne flips Adrian off and picks her magazine up again. âIâm just saying. There are better things for Y/N to focus her attention on than those stupid Weasleys.â
âYeah, whatever. Iâd like to see you ignore them after they charm your shampoo to turn your hair neon yellow. It didnât go back to normal for weeks!â Adrian laughs at the memory, and Y/N punches him in the thigh. âWatch yourself, Pucey or Iâm gonna put yellow dye in your shampoo.â
âTrying to get in the shower with me, are you?â Adrian teases, throwing his arm over Y/Nâs shoulder.
âIn your dreams,â Y/N responds, picking up the book she had discarded after a particularly loud shout came from one of the Weasley twins.
She can feel Adrian chuckle as she leans into his side. âIâll see you there.â
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Y/N had almost forgotten about the Weasley twins entirely until she feels something hit her in the back of the head during dinner. She picks a piece of mashed potato out of her hair as she turns around, her eyes like daggers as she searches for the culprit. Of course, Fred and George are laughing to themselves, each of them waving at her as they make eye contact.
âNice to see your hair back to normal, Y/N!â One of them, Fred she thinks, shouts at her.
âYeah, I reckon if your hair had been yellow any longer youâd have to join Hufflepuff,â the other teases, causing the Gryffindors around them to laugh.
Y/N goes to stand up so she can knock the grins off of their faces, but Adrian puts his hands on her shoulders and forces her to sit back down. âItâs not worth it,â he hisses into her ear. âNot in front of all of the professors. Be smart about your revenge.â
Y/N glares at Adrian, but she relaxes, nonetheless. As much as she hates to admit it, Adrian is right. Itâs only the first day back, she doesnât need to go and get detention and lose Slytherin a bunch of points. Not yet at least.
âHey Marcus, do me a favor and knock them off their brooms first chance you get.â
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âYouâre awfully cheery this morning,â Y/N comments to Daphne as they head up the stairs towards the Great Hall.
âWhat isnât there to be cheery about? Itâs the first day of the school year. Our last school year,â Daphne responds dreamily.
Y/N snorts in laughter, rolling her eyes at her best friend. âAh yes. The hardest year of school yet, that certainly is something to be happy about.â
âOh NEWTS? Who cares about those,â Daphne says casually as they enter the Great Hall and head towards the Slytherin table. âYou donât need good grades in school to be a good wife and mother.â
Y/N scoffs, choosing not to say anything. Unlike Daphne and most of the other girls in her house, she plans on actually having a career of her own. It is common for pureblood families to marry off their daughters to the sons of other pureblood families and often times the mark of a good pureblood girl wasnât her brain, but her ability to stay silent, look pretty and boss around a house elf.
Thankfully, Y/Nâs parents hadnât raised her with the same values. They didnât believe in the same archaic things most pureblood families did, and they had raised Y/N to have loftier ambitions than to be someoneâs wife and a mother. Y/Nâs father always joked that she had inherited her motherâs smart mouth, so it would be impossible for them to marry her off anyway.
âJust because you donât care about your grades doesnât mean the rest of us donât. Right, guys?â Y/N asks as they sit down, looking for both Marcus and Adrian to back her up.
âAre you guys on this again?â Adrian asks, rolling his eyes. Much like Y/Nâs hatred of the Weasley twins, Daphne failing to take school seriously was a frequent topic of conversation in their friend group.
âNo need to get your panties in a twist, Pucey,â Y/N teases as she grabs some toast. âDaph is free to sit back and spend her last year of school doing nothing, but I on the other hand plan on actually doing good on my NEWTS. So, feel free to slack off with her, or study with me, I donât really care.â
Marcus chuckles at Y/Nâs attitude. âDamn, Y/N tell us how you really feel.â
Y/N chucks a piece of toast at Marcusâs head before she reaches for her bag. âOh, I almost forgot, Iâve got all of your schedules.â She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small stack of papers, handing their designated paper to each friend.
âWow, slacking on your Head Girl duties already and itâs only the first day of term,â Adrian teases with an easy smile.
Y/N flicks his ear. âYouâre just jealous that you didnât make Head Boy.â
Adrian rolls his eyes as he scans over the piece of paper. âMe? An administrative stick in the mud? I donât think so.â
âNah mate, you just were looking forward to spending hours alone with Y/N,â Marcus teases, causing both Y/N and Adrian to throw pieces of muffin at him.
âMoving on,â Daphne drawls, clearly tired of their antics. âWhatâs everyone got first lesson? Iâve got divination.â
When both Marcus and Adrian announce they have Arithmancy, Y/N frowns. âGuess Iâll be heading to Potions alone then.â
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As Y/N heads down to Potions after breakfast she can feel her mood sinking. Potions is one of her favorite classes, and not just because Snape tends to favor Slytherins. She finds the art of Potions fascinating, and each lesson always tests the bounds of her knowledge. But class is always more enjoyable with her friends around.
Her mood only worsens as the Weasley Twins fall into step beside her, one on each side.
âWell, well, well, what do we have here, Georgie?â the twin on the left, who is obviously Fred, says playfully.
âLooks like little Y/N is heading to potions, Freddie,â George responds, lightly knocking into her shoulder.
Y/N stumbles on the step despite the light touch. Both Fred and George have a good six inches on her, and their time as beaters on the Gryffindor team has obviously left them both toned and muscular.
âAnd without her little gang of friends, what a shock,â Fred adds with a laugh as Y/N finds her balance.
âFriends? What friends?,â George teases.
When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Y/N glares at each of them. âYou two dimwits are in NEWT level potions? Snape must have lowered his standards.â
âOh Y/N how you wound us,â George gasps, clutching his chest.
Y/N rolls her eyes as they enter the Potions classroom, determined not to let the twins bother her. Daphne did have a point on the train yesterday, there were other things she needed to focus on besides the twins and their stupid games.
She takes her usual seat at the front of the classroom, expecting the twins to slink to the back of the class, far away from Snapeâs prying eyes. Her fist automatically clenches when they slide into the seats directly behind her, her nostrils flaring.
This year certainly is going to be the hardest yet, and not just because of the rigorous coursework, Y/N thinks to herself as Snape begins class.
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âYou look, how do I put this nicely.â Marcus pauses. âFlustered.â
Y/N glares at him as she flops down next to Daphne. Potions had been an absolute disaster. She could hardly focus on her Memory Potion, too busy picking out the Jobberknoll Feathers the Weasley Twins kept putting in her hair. She had managed to make something barely acceptable, and Snapeâs disappointment was evident. Â
âScrew off, Marcus. I just spent an hour dealing with Dimwit 1 and Dimwit 2 standing behind me doing everything in their power to piss me off. So, unless you wanna end up with your head in one of those pots and dragon dung fertilizer up to your ears, shut your mouth.â
Daphne laughs at Y/Nâs outburst. âI told you just to ignore them, Y/N. Although dragon dung fertilizer up to the ears does sound like the perfect revenge plan. Not that Iâm condoning letting someone, or someones, get under your skin so badly that you need revenge,â she pauses, winking at Y/N. âBut if I were I think that would be the way to go.â
Before Y/N can get too lost in the thought of burying Fred and George in Dragon Dung Professor Sprout is entering the Greenhouse and starting class. But she definitely pushes the idea to the back of her mind for future consideration.
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âIâm going to fling myself off the top of the astronomy tower,â Y/N announces as she collapses next to Daphne in the common room. After her short break from the Weasley Twins in Herbology, Y/N had to suffer through a double transfiguration and a charms lesson with them both sitting too close for comfort.
âCould you at least wait until itâs closer to the end of term? We could probably get an extra week off at the Christmas holiday,â Adrian says, not even bothering to look up from the Quidditch playbook in his lap.
Y/N groans, putting her head in her hands. âI need better friends, none of you are sympathetic of my suffering.â
âIf you need sympathy go hang out with some Hufflepuffs,â Daphne tells her, throwing her arm around Y/Nâs shoulder. âWhat did the twins do this time?â
Instead of answering Y/N reaches for her bag and pulls out her charms book, handing it over to Daphne. âGo ahead. Try and open it.â
Daphne gives her a look as she cautiously takes it from her hands. She shares a look with Marcus and Adrian, who were finally intrigued enough to pay attention, before she slowly opens it. As soon as it falls open thereâs a whizzing noise followed by loud pops as a mini firework show starts to go off. Daphne squeals and quickly shuts the book, her eyes wide.
âWhat in the hell was that?â she asks, tossing it back to Y/N.
âWhatever it was it was kinda cool. Open it again,â Marcus says with a laugh.
Y/N glares at him and shoves the book back in her bag. âFred and George did something to it, obviously. It scared the shit out of me when I opened it in class. Flitwick took 30 points! 20 for the interruption it caused and 10 for the curse word I yelled.â
Adrian and Marcus erupt in a fit of hysterics as they imagine the scene it must have caused, and Y/N gets up so she can beat both of them with a pillow. They both pick up their own pillows to retaliate, and the three of them spend the next several minutes hitting each other. It only ends when a spare pillow ends up flying over and smacking Pansy Parkinson in the back of the head, causing all four of them to collapse in fits of laughter.
Y/N is the first to calm down, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. âOh, that was absolutely incredible. Just what I needed.â As the rest of her friends pull themselves together Y/N grabs her bag. âCome on, letâs go to dinner. I wanna catch Dimwit 1 and Dimwit 2 so I can make them fix my stupid book.â
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When the four of them arrive at the Great Hall Daphne, Marcus and Adrian head towards the Slytherin table, while Y/N makes a beeline towards the Gryffindor table. âOi! Weasley!â When three red heads whip around to look at Y/N she sighs. Only one of the twins is sitting at the table, and itâs a 50/50 chance she gets it right, so she decides to just take a guess at which one it is. âGeorge!â
âTo what do I owe this pleasure?â George asks as Y/N reaches the table.
She smiles to herself, proud that she had gotten it right. Y/N had never taken the time to learn the differences between the two, but now that sheâs examining George she can tell that his eyes are softer, like thereâs some reservation behind them. She takes out her charms textbook and places it on the table in front of him.
âFix it,â she demands.
âFix what?â he asks coyly, a mischievous smile on his face.
Y/N clenches her fist and takes a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. âDonât play stupid, Weasley. Just fix my book.â
George laughs. âWho said Iâm playing stupid? Youâre the one that called me a dimwit earlier, and youâre right. I am a dimwit.â
Their exchange has caught the attention of the Gryffindors sitting around them, and theyâre all watching Y/N intently, smiles playing at the corners of their mouths.
âLook, your stupid little prank has already served its purpose. It scared me and I lost Slytherin some points. Just fix the damn thing, will you?â Y/N is starting to get desperate, but she doesnât let it show. She keeps her expression blank, not wanting George to know how truly bothered she is.
âI donât know. Maybe I would be more inclined to fix it if you asked me nicely, Y/N,â his tone is teasing, so much so it almost sounds condescending. The students sitting around them laugh lightly, waiting to see what Y/N does next.
Y/N grits her teeth, weighing her options in her head. She could stand here and nicely ask George to fix her book, or she could walk away and send an owl home to have her parents send her a new one. And even though she is tempted to just take the easy way out, sheâll be damned if she lets a Weasley twin get one over on her.
She takes a deep breath and plasters a sickeningly sweet, fake smile on her face. âGeorge, would you please fix my Charms book?â
A look of surprise quickly crosses Georgeâs face, before he replaces it with an easy smile. âOf course, Y/N. Thank you so much for being a good girl and asking nicely.â The Gryffindor table is basically in full on hysterics by now, and Y/N can feel her cheeks heating up. As soon as George has pressed his wand to her book and muttered the countercharm she snatches it off the table.
âThanks so much, George,â she forces out, before she turns to head over to the Slytherin table. âFucking prick.â
She sits down between Adrian and Draco Malfoy with a huff, already trying to figure out what her revenge will be. The conversation sheâd had with Marcus and Daphne in Herbology pops back into her head and a wicked smile forms on her face.
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âWhy couldnât you get Daphne to do this? Itâs freezing out here,â Adrian whispers as he shivers.
Y/N rolls her eyes as they tiptoe through the greenhouse. âAnd you lot call me dramatic.â They both freeze in place when they hear a creek, but when no other noise comes they continue on. âDaphne Greengrass, awake past 10 pm? Ms. Beauty sleep is a nightmare if she doesnât get a full 8 hours, you know that.â
When they reach the container Professor Sprout keeps the Dragon Dung fertilizer in she turns to Adrian, giving him a mischievous grin. âBesides, you know youâd regret it if you didnât come with me. Now quick, hand me the bags.â
After they get the required materials from the Greenhouse, she and Adrian quietly sneak back in the castle and head up towards the Owlery. It takes them longer than anticipated, since they have to keep ducking behind statues and into classrooms to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris, but eventually they make it. They both sigh in relief when they return to the common room 30 minutes later, the final part of Y/Nâs plan in place for the morning.
âYou kind of amaze me, you know that?â Adrian says with a laugh as they both head towards the staircases that lead to their dorms.
Y/N chuckles and shakes her head. âYouâre only nice to me so you donât end up on the end of one of my revenge plans.â
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The next morning Y/N is up bright and early, her body practically vibrating with excitement. Despite the fact that the Weasley Twins have been pulling pranks on her since first year, this is the first time sheâs decided to retaliate.
She could deal with most of their antics. Locking her in the toilets, charming her shampoo, hitting her with snowballs and every other little trick or joke they pulled, Y/N could just grin and bear it. But having to stand in the middle of the Great Hall and practically beg George to fix her book was her tipping point. She can practically still hear him calling her a good girl and it causes a shiver to run down her spine. After today Fred and George will certain think twice about messing with her.
âHurry up!â she urges her friends as she races to the top of the stairs. The owl post will be arriving in a few minutes, and there is no way sheâs missing the big show. Adrian picks up his pace to meet her, but Daphne and Marcus continue up the stairs slowly, caught up in conversation. âYou lot are hopeless.â
Y/N practically skips into the Great Hall and after sitting down where she knows sheâll have the perfect view of whatâs about to happen she rubs her hands together. Daphne and Marcus give her a confused look as they sit down across from her and Adrian, who thankfully shares her excitement.
âWhat has gotten into you, Y/N, you look like youâre about to jump out of your skin,â Daphne comments, sounding slightly concerned that her friend may have gone mad.
As the first few owls start to fly in, Y/N grins and gestures towards the Gryffindor table. âShush, shush. Just look over there and youâll find out.â
Y/N holds her breath as two familiar owls fly in, each of them holding a package. They soar towards the Gryffindor table, and instead of gracefully dropping their parcels in front of their recipients they drop them a few moments early. The brown paper bags explode as they hit Fred and George at the same time, Dragon Dung Fertilizer pouring down their heads and onto their shoulders and laps.
The entire Great Hall is silent for a moment, before nearly every student bursts into laughter. The most noise comes from the Slytherin table, and Y/Nâs chest swells with pride. Adrian pats her on the back as Daphne and Marcus turn back to congratulate her on a prank well done.
Y/N canât stop looking at the Twins, and her breath catches in her throat when they return her gaze. She sends them both a wink and a wave, giggles still falling from her lips.
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âYou think youâre hilarious, donât you?â George asks Y/N as he and his brother slide into the seats behind her and Daphne in Defense Against the Dark Arts that afternoon. She hasnât seen either of them since they left the Great Hall to get cleaned up, but at lunch Astoria informed her that Ginny Weasley had told her that both boys were quite annoyed.
Y/N laughs but doesnât turn around to look at either of them. âNice to see you boys managed to clean up.â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Y/N,â Fred says, leaning forward in his seat to ensure Y/N hears him.
She rolls her eyes, but still doesnât look back at them. âWhat? You canât take what you dish out? I thought you two were tougher than that.â Daphne nudges Y/N, gesturing to the front of the classroom where Professor Umbridge is now standing, clearly telling her to knock it off with the twins.
âOh, itâs on. You have no idea what youâve started,â George whispers at her. She imagines that heâs trying to sound threatening, but she can hear the smile in his voice.
As Professor Umbridge starts rambling on about her expectations, Y/N turns to face the twins. âBring it on, bitch.â
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âNo magic? No practical lessons? She was joking, right?â Y/N rambles as they head towards the Great Hall for dinner. Theyâve all just come from a dreadful Defense Against the Dark Arts class, where Professor Umbridge had made it very clear that theyâd be spending the year doing nothing but reading from their textbooks.
Daphne rolls her eyes. âFrankly I donât see what the big deal is. Sheâs not wrong, our Defense Against the Dark Arts classes have been all over the place. I think itâs a good thing that weâre finally going to have some structure and unity.â
Y/N groans, looking to Adrian and Marcus for support. She frowns when they both refuse to meet her gaze. âThatâs because you donât care about doing good on your NEWTS. You donât need an O on your exams to marry Marcus or whoever your parents have picked out for you to be with after graduation,â she spits.
Before Daphne has the chance to pick her jaw up off of the ground and respond, Y/N is turning around and heading away from her friends, needing to be alone.
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âAre you alright?â
Y/N picks her head up from where she had buried it in her arms, surprised to see Ginny Weasley standing in front of her. She nods as she uncurls her body, stretching it out slightly. She had taken refuge on a random bench in one of the corridors and after sitting on the stone for a few hours her body has begun to ache. She moves down the bench a little and gestures for Ginny to take a seat.
While the Weasley Twins are Y/Nâs least favorite people in the world, she actually doesnât mind their siblings. She had gotten to know Percy quite well, since they had been Prefects together for a year before he had become Head Boy, and he had helped her out on quite a few transfiguration assignments during her OWL year. All she knows about Ron are the things Draco has said, but she doubts that anything that comes from his mouth is true. Sheâs never had a conversation with Ginny, but Daphneâs younger sister Astoria is quite friendly with her, so if sheâs willing to befriend a Slytherin sheâs alright in Y/Nâs book.
âYou seemed pretty angry earlier, before dinner. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.â
Y/N fidgets with her school robes as her cheeks flush, she had been hoping that no one had witnessed her outburst. She had heard too often that Slytherins were mean and evil, so she always did her best to contain her emotions around others, not wanting to perpetuate the stereotype even further.
âYou saw that then?â When Ginny nods she sighs. âItâs just been a frustrating few days and I love my friends, but they donât always get it. That stupid Umbridge is really going to screw me over this year and I canât fail now. Not when Iâve spent the last seven years working my ass off.â
âIâm really sorry, Y/N that sounds awful. Thereâs going to be this, thing. A meeting or whatever. Next weekend during the first Hogsmeade trip,â Ginny pauses so she can tuck a piece of parchment into her hand. âStop by, it might be, uh helpful to you.â With a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder Ginny leaves Y/N alone.
With a heavy sigh Y/N starts to head to the common room. She uncurls the piece of paper Ginny had handed her, fearful that this might be some elaborate set up for one of her brotherâs tricks.
Hogshead Inn, 12 pm, is all the paper reads in neat handwriting that Y/N doesnât recognize. She shoves the piece of parchment into her pocket as she reaches the dungeons, trying to decide whether or not to go.
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The rest of the week and the next pass by slowly much to Y/Nâs dismay. Things between her, Marcus and Adrian returned to somewhat normal, but Daphne is still refusing to speak to her. No matter how many times Y/N apologized Daphne just kept ignoring her. The fact that the Weasley Twins were lurking behind every corner just pushed Y/N closer to the edge, so by the time Saturday arrived Y/N didnât care if the note Ginny had slipped her the previous week was the bait for an elaborate prank. She just needed some sort of human interaction.
Due to her and Daphneâs still strained relationship and the first Slytherin Quidditch practice of the school year, Y/N is all alone as she heads to Hogsmeade. Normally sheâd not even bother going if her friends didnât accompany her, but her lack of company makes it easier for her to slip down the forgotten path that leads to the Hogshead Inn.
She looks the dim building up and down as she approaches, grimacing at its appearance. Adrian and Marcus had tried to convince her and Daphne to enter the pub with them during one of their first trips to the little village on the outskirts of Hogwarts, but the girls had overpowered them, and dragged them into Honeydukes instead.
She pauses briefly at the entrance, trying to prepare for the things that could be waiting for her on the other side. She enters through the door slowly, her eyes widening in surprise at the scene sheâs met with. It certainly is not what she had expected. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, with more than a dozen chairs facing them. Some are empty, while others are taken up by students that Y/N vaguely recognizes. Ginny gives her a wave when they make eye contact, motioning for her to take a seat.
Y/N sits down in a seat towards the back and fidgets with the sleeves of her jumper. Sheâs relaxed slightly since she entered, this clearly wasnât some elaborate prank set up by Fred and George, but sheâs still unsure of what she just walked in to.
âWhat are you doing here?â Comes a voice from behind her, causing Y/Nâs shoulders to tense up. She turns around only to be met with Fred and George.
âCome to spy on us, Head Girl? Want to get all of our secrets and then run off to the greaseball you call Head of House to tattle on us?â Fred sneers as he and George push past her to take the seats in front of her.
Y/N rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. âClearly Iâm here for the same reasons you are, moron. If I was spying on you why would I just be sitting here out in the open?â
Truly, Y/N has no idea what sheâs doing there, Ginny had been extremely vague. All she knows is that this meeting will somehow make dealing with Umbridge better, and after the awful start to term sheâs had Y/N is willing to do anything at this point.
Before either Fred or George can respond, Hermione is urging everyone to take a seat so they can begin.
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45 minutes later Y/N is standing behind Fred and George, waiting her turn to sign the paper that will make her an official member of Dumbledoreâs Army. Y/N was skeptical at first about getting involved in whatever Harry and Hermione had cooked up. But as Harry talked more, about needing real, practical knowledge Y/N couldnât help but agree. She had always been so focused on school and her future career that she never even considered what lay waiting for them outside of Hogwartsâ protective walls.
Y/N hadnât known Cedric well. A conversation or two during Prefect duties, idle pleasantries in the hall, but that was it. But she had spent much of her summer vacation thinking about him, and about what Dumbledore had said about his death. While her friends and many of her housemates thought Dumbledore was an old crack pot, Y/N trusted and believed him. Her parents did as well, and they had talked about the first wizarding war with her over dinner on several different occasions.
As she listened to Harry talk about what he had seen and what he has already dealt with, Y/N knew that she needed to be a part of whatever he was planning. Being able to get some practice with actual defensive magic would surely help her when it came to end of the year exams, but if they truly were getting ready for another war, it may just help save her life.
As she heads back towards school, she canât help but think about a conversation sheâd had with her father not too long before the school year started again. He had reminded her that she had been placed in Slytherin house because of her ambitions in life, and her willingness to do whatever it takes to get there. Before he had kissed her goodnight he told her that it wasnât always what you know, but who you know and that the people she surrounded herself with was just as important as focusing on her studies.
At first she had scoffed at his thinly veiled digs at her friends. Y/N has been friends with Marcus, Daphne and Adrian since first year, and she had never felt the need to expand her circle. Her parents were quite familiar with the families her friends came from, and the values they held. She knew that her parents didnât exactly like her friends but were still supportive of Y/N and the relationship she formed with them.
But now, after seeing how badly the Daily Prophet was slandering both Dumbledore and Harry and hearing directly from Harry what heâd been through, Y/N understands what her father was saying. The Greengrassâ and Flintâs had been suspected Death Eaters all those years ago and its likely members of Adrianâs family had ties to Voldemort as well. Her father had been encouraging her to seek out new friendships to try and protect her from the Dark Arts that seemed very attractive to members of Slytherin house.
Sheâs so lost in thought that she doesnât hear the Weasley Twins coming up behind her until theyâre knocking into her shoulders as they pass by. She flips them off behind their backs, trying to ignore their chuckling.
âI canât believe I just signed up to spend even more time with those twats,â she mumbles to herself as the castle comes into view. While she doesnât mind having Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny on her side, she plans on staying as far away from the Weasley Twins as possible.
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That night at dinner Y/N is listening to Adrian and Marcus bicker over what drills to run during their next practice when her mouth starts to tingle. Her eyes widen when she takes another sip of pumpkin juice and the sensation only gets worse. Adrian and Marcus give her a concerned look as she begins to fidget and from the corner of her eye Y/N can see that Daphne is watching as well.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Adrian asks as Y/N slaps her hands over her mouth.
Except she canât respond. Her tongue has started to swell in her mouth so much so that itâs trying to force its way past her lips. It feels like it weighs a ton and as the pain increases she has no choice but to let it slowly seep out of her mouth.
âWhatâs the matter, Y/N?â she hears George shout from the Gryffindor table, causing groups of students to look over at her. Sheâs desperately trying to contain her growing tongue as she gets up to head to the Hospital Wing.
âCat got your tongue?â she can hear Fred call behind her, nearly drowned out by the peeling laughter coming from the Great Hall.
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When she gets back to the common room that night, Y/N is expecting it to be empty. But when sheâs barely closed the door behind her a mess of black curls takes over her vision and arms wrap around her tightly.
âOh, thank Merlin youâre alright. I thought you would have been back ages ago. What happened?â Daphne asks as she lets go. She leads Y/N over to a set of couches in the corner, where Adrian and Marcus are waiting for them.
Adrian pulls her down next to him and Daphne sits so close to Y/N on the other side that sheâs practically in her lap. âWould you all stop fussing? Iâm fine, honest,â she says with a reassuring laugh. While Y/N is fine, she canât help but lean into Adrianâs side, feeling relieved that things are back to normal between the four of them.
âLet me guess, Weasley Twin revenge?â Marcus asks.
Y/N nods, smiling when Daphne curses them under her breath. âA creation they like to call Ton-Tongue Toffees. They must have managed to get it into my goblet or something, so it melted into my pumpkin juice. It took ages to get the swelling to go down but Madam Pomfrey managed it. Iâve just spent the last 45 minutes listening to Snape try and get the maximum punishment for them.â
Y/N knows that not many people like Snape, that itâs really only Slytherins that appreciate him. Itâs no secret that he favors his house almost unfairly so, but she doesnât really mind it when heâs advocating for them. The twins had technically poisoned her, which is something Snape had pointed out when McGonagall suggested only taking points away from the boys for a âharmlessâ prank. Snape had managed to negotiate on Y/Nâs behalf, and the boys will now be serving a weekâs detention with Snape.
âSo, what are you gonna do to get back at them?â Daphne asks, causing all three of them to give her a look. âWhat?â
âWhat happened to all that crap about just ignoring them?â Marcus teases.
Daphne rolls her eyes. âTo hell with all that. They want a prank war? Well then letâs show them what being a Slytherin is all about.â
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By the time Monday morning rolls around Y/N is in such a good mood that she practically skips down the stairs to Potions. The fake Galleon Ginny had slipped her during lunch yesterday had burned red this morning, letting Y/N know that the DAâs first official meeting would be taking place this Thursday. So not only was she going to get some real defensive magic training, but after the Twinâs prank on Saturday evening her and Daphne were able to properly make up and she had her friends back.
She bites her lip as the twins fall in step beside her once again, determined not to let their presence ruin her mood.
âHowâs your tongue feeling this morning?â Fred asks from her right side.
âAny bloating? Tingling? Lasting side effects?â George teases from her left side.
Y/N shakes her head and chuckles. âItâs okay boys, go ahead and make your jokes. I want you to remember how good you feel now, because once Iâve gotten you back youâll wish youâd never messed with me.â
She can hear them both laugh as they enter the Potions class and take their respective seats. âReally? Already planning your next late-night trip into the greenhouses?â George muses.
Y/N turns in her seat so she can look each of them in the eyes. âOh, you poor, sweet, boys,â she mocks. âWhen Iâm done with you the dragon dung fertilizer you took to the head will seem like a shower of rose petals.â She gives them a sly wink, and turns back around, their shocked expressions still dancing around in her brain.
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âSo, you figured out what youâre going to do them, then?â Daphne asks excitedly after Y/N has finished recounting her conversation with Fred and George to her and Marcus in Herbology. Professor Sprout has tasked them with dissecting Shrivelfigs, so the three of them can talk freely. Even though her and her friends had spent most of Sunday trying to concoct the perfect revenge plan they had come up with nothing that was quite right.
âI guess you could say that.â When Marcus and Daphne give her questioning looks she giggles. âIâm not going to actually do anything to them.â When they both still look confused she rolls her eyes. âIâm just going to let them think that something big is coming. That way theyâre always on edge when Iâm around, always looking over their shoulders, waiting for some huge prank to befall them. Itâll drive them bonkers trying to figure out when and where itâs gonna happen.â
Marcus gives Y/N a look of appreciation. âDamn, thatâs pretty brilliant, Y/N.â
Y/N bows at his praise, causing Daphne to chuckle. âWhat they got this morning is just a taste of what I have planned for tonight.â
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Y/N sneaks out of the common room that night, not too long after dinner. She knows that Fred and George will be serving detention with Snape and that itâs the perfect opportunity to mess with them.
When she reaches the Potions classroom she pauses just outside the door to ensure that Snape isnât actually still in the room with the boys. When all she can hear is the clatter of cauldrons and Fred and Georgeâs soft voices, she decides to go for it.
âExcuse me, Professor?â Y/N asks innocently as she enters the classroom. âOh, boys! What a treat, seeing you down in our ends this late at night.â Y/N walks further into the classroom and she canât help but smile as the twins start to fidget.
âWhat are you doing here, Y/N?â Fred asks, eyeing her warily.
She puts the most innocent look on her face as she can, blinking up at the two of them. âIâm looking for Professor Snape. Is he around?â
âNo, he left us alone quite a bit ago,â George responds. Y/N can tell heâs trying to hide how nervous he sounds. Fred seems like the one to never back down, so Y/N switches her tactic slightly. She starts to walk closer to George and she has to bite her lip to keep the smile off her face as he tries to subtly move away from her.
âThatâs a shame. I have a question I need to ask him.â Y/N leans against the table, moving that much closer to George. âDid he say when he was going to be back?â
âHe didnât,â Fred answers, making direct eye contact with Y/N. She returns his gaze, not backing down until he looks away from her.
Feeling accomplished Y/N smacks the table with her palm and stands back up. âWell I guess Iâll leave you boys to it.â She heads towards the door. âHave fun.â With one final wink sheâs out the door, laughing to herself as she goes.
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Before Y/N knows it, Thursday has already arrived. She tries her best to contain her excitement, but as the first DA meeting approaches itâs getting harder and harder. She feels bad for not telling her friends about what sheâs involved in, but she knows itâs for the better. They certainly wouldnât approve of the unofficial club, and she doesnât want to chance that theyâll blow the whole operation in to Umbridge.
âIâll see you guys later,â Y/N says with a wave as she heads to leave the common room. She  told the others she had some Head Girl duties to take care of so they wouldnât try and come with her when she left.
As she heads towards the room of requirement Y/N takes the time to glance over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure no one is following her. She had been the only Slytherin in attendance at the Hogshead Inn, and she doesnât need to be trusted even less by bringing unwanted guests with her.
When she finally enters the room of requirement itâs a bit crowded, but she can tell that not everyone has arrived yet. Ginny waves at Y/N, motioning for her to come and join her and Hermione. Sheâs silently thankful for her invitation so she doesnât have to stand there by herself and goes to join the two girls.
âHey, Ginny. Granger,â she greets them both with an awkward wave. She doesnât know much about Hermione, again, having only heard about her from Draco. Sheâs had to interact with her a few times due to Hermione being a prefect, but for some odd reason she trusts Ginny, so she figures that Hermione is alright to hang out with.
âY/N Iâm really glad you decided to join. Not only is it probably helpful to have the Head Girl on our side, itâs also really nice to have some house diversity,â Hermione says with a genuine smile.
Y/N can feel her cheeks start to heat up, so she clears her throat, giving her a moment to regain her composure. âThanks, Hermione. I never really understood it, all of the house rivalry mumbo jumbo. Iâm just supposed to automatically hate you because some hat put you in one house over another? Seems silly to me.â
She hears someone scoff behind her, and she turns to see George standing behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. âWhat? Got a problem, Weasley?â
âThatâs real big talk considering the fact that youâve had some grudge against me and Fred since first year, Y/N,â he says, looking at her curiously.
âI donât hate you and Fred because youâre Gryffindors,â she explains with an eye roll. âI hate you because youâre ungodly annoying.â She bites her lip, allowing herself to look him up and down. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and Y/N canât deny that his arms look downright filthy. She had never truly looked at George, he was quieter than Fred, so he didnât quite capture her attention like his brother had. But now that heâs standing over her, she canât deny that heâs attractive. He is most certainly her mortal enemy, but heâs an attractive enemy at least.
âIf anything, you and Fred are the ones who started our rivalry,â she continues a moment later when her eyes meet his again. âYou locked me in the girlâs bathroom with Moaning Myrtle for three hours on the second day of school, remember?â
âOh yeah,â George says with a laugh. âForgot about that.â
Y/N rolls her eyes, turning her attention to Harry as he starts the meeting. He decides to start with something basic but effective, disarming. Y/N could disarm any witch or wizard in her sleep, but not everyone there is at the same skill level, so sheâs willing to get some practice in.
They start to break up into pairs and Y/N looks around, trying to find someone, anyone to work with. Of course, George is with Fred, Ginny is already working with a Ravenclaw Y/N thinks is named Luna, and Hermione is with Ron. She ends up locking eyes with Neville Longbottom and she motions for him to come join her.
âIâll work with you Neville.â
He gives her an appreciative smile, and as he crosses the room George nudges him. âWatch out for her Neville. You never know what she might be up to, this could all be a big ploy to take out the entire Gryffindor house.â
Y/N flips him off, giving Neville a warm smile. âJust ignore him, heâs an idiot.â They both take their stance, wands at the ready. She has heard Draco and his cronies make fun of Neville for hours on end, so sheâs not really expecting much to happen.
When Neville waves his wand and shouts Expelliarmus, his own wand flies out of his hand and clatters to the floor at Y/Nâs feet. His cheeks turn a bright red, and Y/N can practically feel how embarrassed he is. He looks at her expectantly, like heâs waiting for her to laugh and say something rude.
She sends him a smile and grabs his wand. âThat was a really good try, Neville. The first time I tried to disarm someone I nearly blinded Professor Quirrell when my wand shot out of my hand and flew across the room,â she reassures him with a laugh. When Neville laughs too she hands him his wand back. âHere, try moving your wand like this.â She shows him the proper wand movement before she takes her place again. âReady?â
Two hours later when Y/N is heading back towards the Slytherin common room, she feels accomplished. Neville had managed to get her wand to wiggle in her grip by the end of it, and she could tell he was proud of himself.
Y/N is thinking about all the homework she has to do tonight when someone falls into step beside her. âAlright, give it up, whatâs your deal?â
She looks up at George before she examines the rest of the hallway. âWhereâs your brother? I thought you two did everything together.â
âHeâs down in the kitchens getting food, not that itâs any of your business,â he adds quickly. âAnd stop dodging the question. Whatâs your deal?â
She rolls her eyes and stops walking. âI donât have any idea what youâre talking about.â George turns to face her, crossing his arms over his chest. She mirrors his stance, looking up at him.
âDonât play stupid. You know what Iâm talking about.â
Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes again. âSo, what because Iâm a Slytherin I canât participate in clandestine clubs? Your sister is the one who invited me to that meeting, so go and ask her why she did it. All I did was show up. I liked what Harry said and since Umbridge isnât doing anything to help us with NEWTS Â I signed up. Thatâs it.â
George doesnât respond immediately, instead he studies Y/Nâs face, trying to see if sheâs lying. He goes to say something when someone interrupts them.
âMr. Weasley! Ms. Y/L/N!â They both jump as Professor McGonagall comes down the hall towards them. âWhat are you two doing out past curfew?â Y/N and George look to each other with a worried glance, not entirely sure what to say. âNever mind the reason, you shouldnât be out of your common rooms at this hour. Iâll have 15 points from each of your houses and Iâll see you both in detention tomorrow evening!â
Y/N gives George one last glare before she stalks all the way back to her common room.
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âWhat exactly were you doing standing in a hallway with George Weasley past curfew anyway?â Daphne asks Y/N the next day at lunch.
Daphne had just finished explaining the evening she had planned out for them when Y/N informed her that sheâd be stuck in detention with George for the beginning portion of their girlâs night.
Y/N shrugs, trying to act casual. âI finished up my Head Girl stuff and was going back to the common room when I saw him sneaking around. I followed him, figuring I could catch him doing something. I confronted him and McGonagall saw us and gave us detention.â
âMaybe that was his plan all along, maybe he was trying to get you in trouble,â Daphne suggests.
âYeah but he got in trouble too, Daph,â Y/N reminds her with a laugh.
The other girl shrugs, taking a bite of her Yorkshire pudding. âI didnât say it was a smart plan.â Marcus and Adrian arrive then, taking their respective seats next to the girls.
âWho didnât have a smart plan?â Marcus asks as he starts to pile food on his plate.
âGeorge Weasley,â Y/N answers, batting away Adrianâs hand as he tries to steal her roll. âI caught him sneaking around one of the hallways after curfew and McGonagall rolled up on us and gave us detention.â
âDetention? On a Friday night? What about our hot date?â Adrian teases, making another attempt at stealing her roll.
Y/N flips him off and lets him have it. âThe only hot date youâre going to have tonight is your right hand.â
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Y/N groans as she picks up another teapot to clean. Her and George have been serving their detention in complete silence for twenty minutes and her brain feels like itâs going to mush. âIs detention always this boring?â she asks, not really expecting George to respond.
âNo. But mostly because Iâm usually with Fred, not you,â George replies dully.
âOh, how you wound me, George,â she responds, mocking the tone he had used with her on the first day of term.
They work together in silence for a few minutes before George puts down the teapot he had been scrubbing and tosses his rag to the side. âSo, I asked Ginny,â he says, turning to look at Y/N.
Y/N gives him a look as she turns to face him as well, discarding what she had been doing. âAsked Ginny what?â
George rolls his eyes at her, clearly annoyed that Y/N had forgotten the conversation they had in the hall the previous night. âWhy she told you about the meeting at the Hogshead, about Dumbledoreâs Army.â
âOh,â she responds softly. When she had said that to George last night she hadnât expected him to actually ask, she was just trying to get him to leave her alone. âAnd what did she say?â George gives her a look, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. âFine, donât tell me. Youâre the one that brought it up.â
George chuckles at her frustration. âAw come on, Iâm just kidding.â He pauses. âShe said that Astoria Greengrass talks about you a ton, about how youâre different than other Slytherins. She said something about how you got into a fight with your friends, and she decided that if she talked to you and you were cool enough, she would invite you.â
âSo, Iâve got the Ginny Weasley stamp of approval? Iâm honored,â she says with a laugh, her surprise evident in her tone. âDoes that make me alright then? Since Iâm different than other Slytherins? Whatever that means.â
George shrugs his shoulders. âI think I know what she means.â When Y/N raises an eyebrow at him he continues. âOh, come on donât act like you donât know it. Youâre nice.â
Y/N scoffs, lightly shoving his arm. âSlytherins being mean is just a stereotype, George. Tons of the people in my house are nice. Daphne is nice, and so are Marcus and Adrian.â
âCut the crap, Y/N,â he chides. âDaphne, Marcus and Adrian are nice to you and the other members of your house because you all share that in common. But youâre nice to, well most people honestly. Everyone even, except maybe me and Fred. But we arenât nice to you either, so I understand it.â
Y/N opens her mouth to respond, but George puts his hand up to stop her. âTake yesterday, for example. I saw you, with Neville. The way you made him feel better about his failure, how you encouraged him and helped him improve. Daphne or Marcus or any other Slytherin wouldnât have done that. Theyâd have laughed in his face and you know it.â
âI guess youâre right,â she admits softly, a slight blush on her cheeks from Georgeâs kind words.
âSo, youâre so worried about your NEWTs that youâre willing to spend hours practicing a spell you mastered in 2nd year? Thought you were top of our class?â he teases.
Y/N plays with her fingers and fidgets in her seat. She knows the question is innocent, but it feels like George can see right into her soul. Thatâs he looking at all her worst fears. âI am, yeah. I need at least an Exceeds Expectations on my defense against the dark arts NEWT to be a Healer and Iâve already worked so hard, I canât screw it up now, not when Iâm this close.â
George is silent for a moment and he turns in his chair so heâs fully facing Y/N. When she does the same he speaks. âI didnât know you want to be a healer.â
Y/N rolls her eyes, but sheâs smiling. âThereâs a lot you donât know about me, Weasley. What is it you said? Iâm not nice to you and youâre not nice to me. Itâs always been that way.â
âYeah I guess so,â he admits. âI never imagined you as a Healer, if Iâm honest. But I think youâll be amazing at it.â
Y/N blushes and looks down. âThanks, I appreciate it. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted to be, since I was a little kid. I used to pretend to Heal my dolls all the time. My parents even gave me a muggle doctors coat for Christmas once, I wore it like, every day,â she reminisces with a laugh.
George laughs along with her. âI fear that I may have seriously misjudged you, Y/N.â
âWhat do you mean?â she asks, lightly shoving his shoulder.
George blushes and Y/N finds it endearing. âI figured you and your family were like the other pureblood Slytherin dynasties. That you cared about your grades to make you a more appealing bride or something.â
Y/N nods in understanding. âYeah I donât blame you on that one. Thatâs what most people think. My parents were raised like that and they hated it. All the stupid rules, the lack of freedom. Theyâre lucky, they were able to find genuine love with each other. And theyâre still so in love, itâs actually pretty sickening,â she says with a laugh. âBut they agreed that when they had kids they wouldnât raise them like that. That theyâd let them think for themselves, find their own way in life. Itâs been so hard, not to send an owl to my dad and tell him all about Dumbledoreâs Army.â
âReally? Heâd approve of it?â he asks, unable to help how surprised he sounds.
âOh yeah,â she confirms with a laugh. âHe was so angry all summer, with what the Daily Prophet is saying about Harry and Dumbledore. He even not so subtly suggested that I expand my horizons, make some friendships and connections with people from other houses. I think heâd be really excited about what Harryâs doing.â
âThatâs actually really cool. I guess I definitely misjudged you then.â
They both get back to work then, but Y/N doesnât feel as awkward anymore. Sheâs never bothered to have an actual conversation with either of the Weasley Twins, and she is quite surprised to find that she actually really enjoyed it.
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When Y/N and George leave the transfiguration classroom a few hours later sheâs exhausted and silently thanks Merlin that she is a Witch, because cleaning the muggle way is dreadful. Despite the late hour Y/N is surprised to see that the hallway isnât empty. Adrian and Fred are leaning up against the wall across from the transfiguration classroom a few feet apart, glaring at each other.
âWhat are you doing here?â Y/N asks with a soft laugh, altering both boys of their arrival.
âI wanted to make sure George was alright. Youâve been spouting about your grand revenge plan all week, I wanted to make sure you didnât try and pull anything while you two were alone,â Fred answers, finally looking away from Adrian so he can glare at Y/N.
Y/N rolls her eyes. âI wasnât talking to you, Weasley. I donât care why youâre here.â When Fred flips her off she returns the gesture.
âTo answer your question,â Adrian starts as he walks towards her. âI came to accompany you back to the common room. A gentleman never lets a lady walk alone at night.â
âWell then whereâs this gentleman?â she teases, looking around the hallway.
Before Adrian can respond Fred laughs. âYeah, I donât see a lady either.â Georgeâs laughter joins his brothers and Y/N flips them off again.
When Adrian starts to move closer to Fred, Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him into her chest. âNot here, Adrian,â she whispers. âMcGonagall is right in there,â she reminds him, gesturing towards the open classroom door with her head.
âYou are so lucky, weasel,â Adrian practically growls at him. Y/N wraps her arms around Adrianâs waist and starts to pull him down the hall away from Fred and George. Adrian glares at them one last time before he turns forward and wraps his arm around her shoulder. âYou should have let me hit him. One good hit would have been worth a monthâs detention.â
âNot this close to quidditch season itâs not. Smack a few good bludgers at him instead,â Y/N pauses and she looks up at Adrian with her best puppy dog eyes. âPiggyback ride? Please?â
Adrian sighs heavily but crouches down in front of Y/N, nonetheless. She squeals in delight, climbing onto her friendâs back. Adrian grips her thighs tightly as he stands. âReady?â Once he feels Y/N nod he sets off towards the common room. âYouâre lucky I love you, brat.â
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When Fred and George slide into their seats behind Y/N in Potions on Monday morning they donât say a word. When she saw them enter the room she had tensed up, just waiting for whatever snarky comment they were bound to make. So, when they take their seats without a word, Y/N canât help but turn around to look at them.
âWhatâs wrong with you two?â When neither of them responds, Y/N waves her hand in front of their faces. âHello? Earth to Nitwit 1 and Nitwit 2.â She expected her insult to get them to at least look at her, but both of their focus is on the blackboard in the front of the room. She huffs in annoyance. âWhatever be pricks. I donât care.â She turns back around and crosses her arms, trying to convince herself that she in fact doesnât care that theyâre ignoring her.
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âWill you stop staring at them? Itâs weird,â Marcus scolds Y/N that night at dinner, kicking her shin under the table to get her attention.
Y/N kicks him back, finally tearing her attention away from Fred and George. âTheyâre planning something,â she insists.
Daphne rolls her eyes and throws a carrot at Y/N. âFirst you complain that theyâre always loud and bothering you and now youâre complaining that they arenât bothering you. Will you just give it a rest? Be thankful that theyâve finally decided to leave you alone.â
Y/N sticks her tongue out at Daphne before she takes a bite out of the carrot she had thrown at her. She knows Daphne is right, but she canât help but be bothered that Fred and George arenât even trying to annoy her. As much as she hates to admit it, she misses their antics. Y/N had really enjoyed Georgeâs company during their detention and part of her had hoped that maybe their newfound acquaintanceship would have carried over once they were no longer the only people in the room.
So, she had found herself quite disappointed that he hadnât said a word to her all day. He hadnât even looked at her. Y/N thought she had felt his gaze on her during Charms, but when she turned around to check he was focused on Flitwick.
âDaph is right,â Adrian whispers in her ear, bringing her thoughts back to the present. âTheyâre finally leaving you alone, you should be happy.â
Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her gaze falling upon Fred and George once again. âI am happy,â she lies. âI just know them too well. Theyâre planning something big. Theyâre trying to throw me off.â She flips her friends off when they all groan.
âWhat makes you think theyâre planning something?â Marcus asks. âDid something happen between you and George during detention? You didnât say too much about it.â
Y/N bites her lip. She hadnât said much to her friends about her detention when her and Adrian arrived back in the common room that night, just that it was mind numbingly boring. She didnât want them to know that she had not only had a conversation with George Weasley, but she had actually enjoyed it.
âNo, nothing happened. We sat there cleaning teapots for hours, McGonagall came back and she let us go,â she says with a shrug, trying to seem casual. âHe didnât even say two words to me.â
âExactly, so chill out. Enjoy the peace,â Daphne says.
When Y/N finally collapses in her bed that night she canât seem to fall asleep despite how tired she is. She tosses and turns, her mind wandering to George and why sheâs so bothered by the sudden lack of attention sheâs getting from him. Her stomach lurches, realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.
I have a crush on George Weasley.
-
Y/N spends the rest of the week avoiding both Weasley Twins. She sits as far away from them as possible, refuses to look at them and even goes as far as to hide in an empty classroom when she sees them heading towards her one afternoon. Y/N is determined to extinguish whatever positive feelings she has towards George. Sheâs spent the past seven years hating his guts, and she is not about to let herself reverse all of that over some stupid crush. Unfortunately for Y/N, on Saturday morning her fake Galleon burns red, letting her know that there will be another DA meeting that night.
Which is why sheâs currently heading towards the Room of Requirement, her stomach a pit of dread and despair. âGet it together, Y/N,â she mutters to herself. Y/N is standing just outside the room of requirement and she takes a deep breath to calm herself down.
Y/N pulls the door open and goes to head in, but she runs smack into the chest of someone trying to leave. An involuntary squeal leaves her lips as her body tenses up, preparing itself to hit the ground. Except she doesnât even fall. A pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and sheâs pulled into the other personâs chest.
âWoah there. Watch where youâre going.â
Y/N doesnât have to look up to know that George Weasley is holding her in his arms. She can feel her cheeks heat up and she pushes away from him, needing to get away from him as fast as possible. âI could say the same to you, Weasley,â she sneers.
Even though her tone is crude Y/N can feel her heart fluttering in her chest and her skin is tingling from his touch. She looks up at his face, letting her eyes linger on his lips for just a second. She tries not to think about what it would feel like for him to grip her waist as they kissed.
âNo need to be so feisty, Y/N,â George teases, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts.
She rolls her eyes and steps aside so George can leave, Fred following close behind him. âMaybe if you werenât trying to mow me down I wouldnât need to be,â she responds, watching as Fred flips her off behind his back.
She watches them walk away for a moment before heading into the room of requirement. Her palms are sweaty even from that small interaction with George and Y/N tries to subtly wipe them off on her skirt as she joins Ginny, Hermione and Ron in the back of the room.
âWhere are they off to?â she asks after theyâve been talking for a few minutes, not wanting to seem too interested in Georgeâs movements.
âFilch has been sniffing around for Umbridge, she knows Harry is up to something. So, Fred and George are going to slip him something thatâll put him out of commission for few hours,â Hermione explains.
Y/N nods. Hermione had made a few complaints to both Y/N and Miles, a Ravenclaw in her year that was Head Boy, that Fred and George had been spending their free time making an array of joke products and then testing them out on first years. âDespite the fact that I have been the victim of a Weasley product, I canât say I feel bad for Filch.â
Once Fred and George slip back into the room of requirement and give Harry a thumbs up, he starts the meeting. Theyâre going to continue working on disarming, and Y/N immediately searches for Neville in the crowd. Neville certainly isnât the most talented wizard, but Y/N can tell that heâs full of determination and she likes working with him. When Harry sets them off to work Neville joins her.
âYou better watch out, Y/N, Iâve been practicing,â Neville says with a laugh as they take their stances.
âAlright then, Longbottom, letâs see what youâve got.â
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When Y/N leaves the Room of Requirement later that night, she can still hear Neville chattering to his friends happily as they head back to Gryffindor tower. It had taken him most of the meeting, but Neville had finally managed to get her wand to fly out of her hand. She was extremely happy for him as the other members of the DA came around to congratulate him, and not just because George had pressed up against her back as he patted Neville on the shoulder.
âSneaking away without saying Goodbye, Y/N? Iâm hurt,â George scolds teasingly as he comes up behind her.
She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her excitement. âOh, so youâre speaking to me again?â she says as he falls into step next to her. Heâs standing so close that their arms almost brush, and Y/N swallows down the butterflies that come up her throat.
âAw, did little Y/N miss me?â George teases, shoving her shoulder.
âNo,â Y/N responds far too quickly, trying not to get flustered from the contact. âJust surprised that you managed to go a whole week without annoying me thatâs all.â
âUh huh. Sure, whatever you say.â
She bites her lip, trying to contain her glee. Cut it out, she scolds herself. George Weasley is nothing more than an annoying git, you do not like him.
âWhy are you following me, anyway? Last I checked Gryffindorâs common room is in the other direction,â she questions as they head down towards the Great Hall.
Y/N watches George shrug out of the corner of her eye. His face is blank, but Y/N can tell that heâs nervous. âMaking sure youâre not getting up to anything is all.â
âOr youâre distracting me while your brother sets up some kind of trap,â she responds.
Suddenly she feels Georgeâs hand wrap around her wrist and heâs pulling her into a nearby broom closet. As he slams the door shut behind them Y/N canât help but notice just how close they are. Her back is pressed up against the wall and George is standing only a few inches away, his hands on either side of her head.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Y/N demands, hoping that her voice doesnât shake. George is towering over her, and Y/N can see the muscles on his forearms bulging in her peripheral vision. It is taking every ounce of willpower in her body to stay still.
George leans down as he chuckles and his warm breath tickles Y/Nâs cheeks, causing a shiver to run down her spine. âI think what you mean to say is thank you because I just saved your ass from serving another detention with McGonagall.â
Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. âMcGonagall? I didnât see-.â Y/Nâs sentence is cut short as George places his hand over her mouth to silence her. Her breathing involuntarily speeds up and she hopes that George canât feel the blush on her cheeks. Y/N can hear footsteps approaching the broom closet and she closes her eyes in fear of being caught in such a compromising position with George.
Thankfully the footsteps disappear just as quicky as they had come and Y/N sighs in relief when George takes his hand away. âThank you,â she mutters. Y/N can still feel the imprint of his hand on her mouth and it makes her stomach feel queasy.
âYouâre welcome,â George says, sounding pleased with himself. âWe should probably stay here for a moment or two longer, just to make sure sheâs gone.â
Y/N nods, her head tilting back so she can look at Georgeâs face. She examines his features closely, trying to commit them to memory. After her realization earlier in the week she had spent every moment trying not to think about George, but now that theyâre standing there so close heâs the only thing she can think about.
George clears his throat suddenly, breaking Y/N from her thoughts. âWeâre uh, weâre probably good to go.â
âYeah,â she agrees softly, trying not to let the disappointment she feels seep into her voice.
George lingers a moment longer, before he pulls away and slowly opens the door to their hiding spot. Y/N watches as he checks the hallway and follows him out when the coast is clear.
âWell um. Thanks for that,â she stutters, rubbing the back of her neck. âIâll see you around, I guess.â Y/N starts to walk away, but she pauses when George follows behind her. She turns to look at him. âWhat are you doing?â
âYou might still be up to something. I should follow you, just to make sure,â he responds confidently.
Y/N rolls her eyes but doesnât say anymore, not wanting her giddiness to become noticeable. They walk side by side silently with Y/N glancing at George every few steps. As they reach the landing Y/N goes to turn down the corridor that will lead her down into the dungeons when she runs smack into someone for the second time that night. Except this time, itâs much less enjoyable.
âProfessor Umbridge! I am so sorry,â Y/N apologizes as she fixes her balance. She may hate the woman, but sheâll be nice to her if itâll get her out of a detention.
âOh Ms. Y/L/N it is quite alright,â she practically squeaks while smiling at Y/N. Y/N imagines itâs meant to seem sweet, but it looks more like an evil grin. Umbridgeâs eyes suddenly narrow as she looks past Y/N at George. âMr. Weasley! Out in the corridors past curfew again I see. Thatâll be detention with me, Monday and Tuesday evening.â
Y/N can hear George sputter behind her, and she turns around, cringing at the angry look on his face. âWhat about Y/N?â he asks angrily. âSheâs out past curfew as well!â
Umbridge tuts, moving past Y/N as she heads back towards her office. âYes, but Ms. Y/L/N is Head Girl Iâm sure she has a good reason for being out in the halls.â Umbridge puts her hand up to stop George from responding. âNow that is enough out of you, Mr. Weasley. I suggest you head back to your common room before I make your detention a whole week.â
They both watch as Umbridge walks away and when Y/N turns to look at George, heâs already watching her. âIâm really sorry about that, George,â she says quietly.
George scoffs. âYeah whatever.â He stalks off then, and it takes everything in Y/N to not follow behind him.
-
As Y/N enters the common room her plan is to stalk off to her dorm and get in bed as quick as possible. Sheâs gone through a whirlwind of emotions over the past few hours and all she wants to do is fall asleep, so she doesnât have to feel any of them. All of that changes however, since when Y/N finally steps into the common room there is music blaring and people are everywhere.
Y/N makes eye contact with Adrian across the crowd and he clumsily waves her over. She slowly makes her way through the crowd. The air is heavy and hot from all of the people and it smells of firewhiskey. When she finally reaches Adrian, he stumbles over his own feet as he pulls her closer and she notices Marcus is seated on the couch with Daphne sprawled out across his lap; all of her friends are clearly very, very drunk.
âY/N! You made it!â Daphne yells happily when she notices Y/Nâs arrival. She wobbles as she gets out of Marcusâ lap and practically falls into Y/N, giving her a tight hug.
âSomeoneâs having a good time,â Y/N says with a laugh. Drunk Daphne is one of Y/Nâs favorite things, and itâs rare that she gets to see it. Daphne is always prim and proper. She never has a hair out of place and she rarely lets herself goof off with her friends; sheâs always their voice of reason. So, when she lets loose, she really goes for it, and it always leaves Y/N in hysterics.
âWhereâve you been? Party started ages ago,â Marcus says slowly, his words slurring together. He grabs Daphneâs hands and tries to pull her into his lap, but theyâre both so drunk that they end up falling over, and Daphne somehow ends up on the ground with Marcus on top of her.
Y/N and Adrian burst out in laughter, with Adrian leaning on Y/N for support. His drink sloshes in his hand, and Y/N takes it from him to avoid it spilling everywhere. She eyes his glass warily, trying to decide if she wants to join her friends in drunk land. Her plan had been to sleep away her emotions but drinking them away will work just as well.
âI guess I have some catching up to do then.â Y/N downs the entire glass in one go, her warm bed long forgotten.
A few hours and far too many glasses of Firewhiskey later the party has died down and Y/N is slumped over in the corner of the common room, cradled in a large pile of pillows that Adrian had assembled for her. Daphne and Marcus had disappeared several minutes ago, probably to make out somewhere and once they had Adrian moved from the nearby couch to join Y/N. Heâs laying on his back, head in Y/Nâs lap as he listens to her complain about George Weasley.
âHeâs just so annoying,â she drawls, her words coming out fairly jumbled. Y/N has said the same sentence at least five times in the past 10 minutes, but sheâs too drunk to remember or care. Sheâs been rambling on about George and every mildly annoying this heâs done since the moment theyâve met and sheâs having a hard time remembering what sheâs already mentioned. âAnd his face, donât even get me started on his face.â
When Adrian groans she smacks him on the forehead. âCanât you talk about something else,â he murmurs. âAnything else, please.â
Y/N smacks him on the forehead again before starting to run her fingers through his hair. Itâs his only weakness and sheâs hoping itâll keep him quiet. âThere is nothing else to talk about,â she says, her tone condescending. âItâs empty up here, no thoughts,â she giggles, hitting herself lightly in the head with her free hand. âNo thoughts, just George Weasley and his face. His pretty, pretty face. And oh god his lips. They look so damn soft. Dâyou think their soft?â
Adrian hums, not really paying attention to the words coming out of Y/Nâs mouth. Sheâd started to lightly scratch his scalp as she talked, and any ability he had to comprehend the English language disappeared. âYeah sure, whatever.â
Y/N sighs dreamily, thinking about what it would be like to kiss George. âBet heâs really good at it,â she muses. âAnd his hands,â she adds a moment later, practically moaning. âTheyâre so big and strong. Heâs got good fingers too. Bet he knows how to use them.â Y/N rubs her thighs together involuntarily as she feels herself starting to get turned on. Y/Nâs eyes start to close as the copious amount of alcohol she drank starts to catch up with her. âYou wanna know something funny? I donât hate George Weasley anymore.â
âIs that so?â Adrian mumbles, starting to drift off as well.
âMhm,â she hums. âIâm pretty sure Iâm in love with him.â
-
The next morning Y/N is awake far earlier than sheâd like to be. Adrianâs elbow was digging into her back, and she tried to ignore it for as long as possible, but eventually she just gave up and pulled herself off of the floor.
Her head is pounding, she feels groggy and she desperately wants to crawl into her bed. But her stomach grumbles loudly and so instead of dragging her body down the staircase that would lead to her dorm, she drags herself towards the portrait hole, still in the clothes she had on yesterday.
When Y/N finally makes it to the Great Hall she practically crawls over to the Slytherin table and plops down in the first open seat. Thankfully itâs still early, so not many people are around and itâs fairly quiet. She starts to grab random food, not really caring what it is. Sheâs cursing herself for challenging Adrian to a drinking contest as she goes to grab the pitcher of orange juice, but a large hand beats her to it.
âGeorge?â she asks in surprise when she looks up.
He doesnât say anything as he fills her goblet up for her. He takes a seat across from her and fills his own goblet before he starts to pile eggs on his plate. âYes?â he answers casually, as if he eats breakfast with Y/N every morning.
âWhat are you doing here?â Y/N watches George as he begins to eat, her eyes searching his face for some kind of hint of what heâs up to. George shrugs as a light laugh tumbles from his mouth.
âEating breakfast?â he asks, gesturing to his plate like itâs obvious. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â
Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, watching as he grabs an apple. She watches as his fingers wrap around it and she practically drools. A tingle runs down her spine as she imagines his fingers wrapping around something else.
âObviously I can see that youâre eating,â she says a moment later when her thoughts become PG. âI meant what are you doing sitting here. With me. At the Slytherin table.â
George smirks at her. âWhy? Do I make you nervous?â His lips wrap around the apple as he takes a bite, and Y/N has to take a bite of her muffin to stop herself from moaning right there in the middle of the Great Hall.
Georgeâs hair is ruffled from sleep, and he looks cozy in the homemade jumper heâs wearing. His eyes are soft, and his lips look even softer. Y/N is dreaming about what it would feel like to lean across the table and kiss him, when she realizes that he asked her a question.
âNot at all,â she says, her voice shaking. âIt just isnât like you, thatâs all. Besides last night when you left it seemed like you were angry at me,â she trails off, her voice soft. She looks down at her plate to avoid his gaze.
âIâm sorry about that, Y/N,â George admits sheepishly. Y/Nâs skin tingles when he nudges her leg with his foot under the table. She looks up to meet his gaze, instantly returning his warm smile. âItâs not your fault Umbridge is a toad.â
Y/N laughs, completely entranced by George. âI should have said something. Made up an excuse for you.â She worries her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â he says, waving away her apology. They both just look at each other, the food on their plates long forgotten. Y/N lets her gaze wander to Georgeâs lips again as she thinks about kissing him. She starts to involuntarily inch closer and to her surprise, George starts doing the same thing.
âUh, Y/N?â
Y/N and George jump apart, startled by the sudden intrusion. Y/N looks over to see Astoria standing next to her, clearly surprised by what she had just witnessed. Y/N feels her cheeks heating up, and she fidgets in her seat.
âHey, Astoria. Whatâs up?â Y/N asks, trying to sound casual, like her best friendâs little sister didnât just catch her about to kiss George in the middle of the Great Hall.
âDaphne is asking for you. Sheâs throwing up in the dorm bathroom.â
Y/N rolls her eyes with a huff. âOf course, she is, poor girl canât handle her alcohol.â She stands suddenly, nodding awkwardly at George. âWeasley,â she says curtly. She gives a wayward glance to Astoria before she heads for the exit, trying to walk as quickly as possible without looking like sheâs running away.
-
âAnd you donât remember anything?â Y/N questions Adrian as they head up to breakfast on Monday morning. After she fled the Great Hall yesterday morning sheâd spent the rest of the day with Daphne going between the bathroom in their dorm and her bed, with Astoria sneaking in food for them. As she sat holding Daphneâs hair back Y/N had a chance to replay the events of Saturday night, and all of the things she had said to Adrian about George became clear to her. She was panicking all night, hoping that he didnât remember any of what she had said.
Adrian nods. âNot a thing. Last thing I remember is you challenging me to a drinking contest. Everything after that is completely blank. Probably due to the 10 shots we took,â he says with a laugh. âI was so confused when I woke up in the common room.â
Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. Sheâs barely come to terms with the fact that George Weasley is no longer her mortal enemy, but someone she truly cares deeply for, so she is definitely not ready to share that with her friends.
âWhy do you care so much? You confess your love for me or something?â Adrian asks as they enter the Great Hall.
Y/N lets her eyes scan the Gryffindor table, a pink blush forming on her cheeks when she spots George. He looks prim and proper in his school robes and his hair is neat. She bites her lip, imagining what it would be like to fuss up his hair with her hands with their bodies pressed together so tightly that their uniforms wrinkled. When George suddenly makes eye contact with her she looks away, bringing her attention back to Adrian.
âNothing like that,â she insists, shoving him playfully. âI was just rambling on and on. I sounded like an idiot, most of it didnât even make sense.â
âWhat didnât make sense?â Daphne asks as Y/N and Adrian sit across from her and Marcus. Â
âThe things I rambled on about in Adrianâs ear on Saturday after you two disappeared,â Y/N says with a laugh. She reaches for the orange juice, a small smile appearing on her lips as it reminds her of George.
âAw you were rambley drunk? How cute. Iâm sad I missed it,â Marcus teases.
Y/N throws a grape at him. âIf you werenât so busy sucking face with Daphne, you could have witnessed it.â Marcus and Daphne both blush at that, causing Adrian and Y/N to laugh. âI donât know why youâre laughing, Pucey. You were cuddly drunk. I ran my hand through your hair, and you were practically mewling.â
Adrian blushes and bats at Y/Nâs hand as she pinches his cheek. âThank god I donât remember that then.â
-
Unlike last week, Y/N spends most of her time on Monday and Tuesday trying to get close to George. She heads to meals a tad earlier than her friends, hoping that heâll join her briefly. She gets to class early, hoping that he may arrive on his own and they can talk. But every time she tries she either doesnât happen to run into him or heâs too busy messing around with Fred to notice her presence.
âOof. Sorry,â Y/N grunts as she runs into someone. One of the Ravenclaw Prefects is sick, so Y/N Â volunteered to spend most of her Tuesday night patrolling the halls of the castle. Patrolling was one of her favorite duties as a Prefect, since it gave her time to just be by herself and think. She had let her mind wander to George, and she was in the middle of quite the raunchy daydream.
âWhat are you doing? Trying to mow me down?â the person asks with a chuckle.
âGeorge, hey,â she greets airily. Y/N takes a step back so she can look up at him, a dopey smile on her face. âWhat are you doing out here? Kinda late, innit?â
âMaybe Iâm here to see you,â he responds, causing Y/N to look away and blush. âI was serving my detention with Umbridge,â he reminds her, gesturing towards the corridor he had just come down.
She glances at her watch before looking back to him. âAnd she just let you out now? What did she have you do, polish all those weird cat plates?â
George chuckles. âWriting lines, actually.â
âMust have been enough to fill a book with how late it is,â she jokes as they start to walk together. George fidgets beside her, and she gives him a look. âYou alright?â
George hums and absentmindedly brings a hand up to run through his hair. Y/Nâs eyes widen when she notices the back of his hand is bleeding, and she grabs it before he has a chance to hide it. âItâs not as bad as it looks,â he mumbles, trying to pull his hand away.
Y/N tightens her grip, too focused on his injury to think about how perfect his hand feels in hers. âWhat is this, George? How did this happen?â
George sighs. âUmbridge had me use her special quill to write my lines.â
Y/N ghosts her finger over the wound, giving George an apologetic look when he winces. As she examines the wound she can make out what is it, the wound in his hand spells out âI must not break the rulesâ in his messy handwriting. A sudden wave of rage washes over Y/N and she releases Georgeâs hand so she can stomp towards Umbridgeâs office.
âY/N what are you doing?â George asks as he follows, though heâs pretty sure he knows that answer.
âIâm going to go give that toad a piece of my mind. Thatâs how she punishes people. Torture? Thatâs mental.â
George catches up to her quickly, and he wraps his fingers around her wrist, pulling her into his chest. He wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly against him. She breathes in his scent, wanting to just melt into his embrace. But she resists the urge and struggles against it, desperately trying to get out.
âLet me go, George,â she grumbles, wiggling in his grip.
âAbsolutely not, Y/N. What good is yelling at her going to do? All thatâs going to do is get you in detention as well and Iâm not going to let you do that to yourself.â
Y/N wiggles against his grip for a few more moments before she gives up, her anger deflating. She relaxes in Georgeâs arms and buries her face in his chest. She feels lightheaded as she takes slow, deep breaths, enjoying being this close to George. They stand like that for a few minutes, just enjoying being in each otherâs presence, only breaking apart when they hear the door to Umbridgeâs office open.
âShit,â George whispers. He releases Y/N from his grip so he can grab her hand, intertwining their fingers. âQuick, follow me.â George leads them down the hallway and through a few different corridors before he stops in front of a tapestry.
âWhat are you doing?â she asks as the sound of footsteps echoes through the empty space.
George shushes her, and Y/N watches in amazement as he taps his wand to the tapestry, and it swings to the side, revealing a hole in the wall.
âWoah, this is so cool,â she comments as George pulls her in behind him. The tapestry immediately closes behind them, and George waves his wand so the torches that line the walls light up. âHow do you know about this place?â
George shrugs, leaning up against the wall. âFred and I have explored the entire castle. There isnât a secret passageway or hidden corridor that we havenât found.â
They stand there in silence while Y/N looks around the small passageway. She can feel Georgeâs eyes on her and sheâs doing everything she can to not return his gaze. Her body feels like itâs on fire, the feeling of Georgeâs grip on her shoulders still fresh in her mind.
âYou know if you want to spend time alone with me all you have to do is ask,â she teases a moment later, finally looking at George. Sheâs leaning on the wall opposite him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She starts to fiddle with a stray string on the bottom hem of her skirt, needing to keep her hands busy to avoid wrapping them around Georgeâs tie to pull him close. âYou donât have to keep pulling me into dark rooms.â
George looks Y/N up and down, a smirk forming on his face. âIs that so? After you practically ran away from me at breakfast on Sunday I didnât think youâd want to be alone with me.â He sounds confident, but Y/N can tell that thereâs an underlying tinge of insecurity in his voice.
Y/N frowns and pushes away from the wall so she can take a small step towards him. âI tried to catch you alone all day yesterday and today,â she says softly. âBut every time I tried you were with your stupid brother.â
âWell every time I tried to catch you alone you were with your stupid friends,â he says with a chuckle, copying her frustrated tone. George takes a small step towards her, so thereâs only a few feet between them.
âIâm sorry, by the way. For running away from you the other day. Astoria startled me and I panicked,â she pauses, taking another small step forward. Theyâre standing so close that Y/N can smell him, and her brain goes fuzzy. âI should have stayed,â she admits quietly.
George licks his lips as he takes a final small step forward. Theyâre now only a few centimeters apart, and he grips Y/Nâs hip softly. âWhat would have happened?â His eyes flick down to Y/Nâs lips before meeting hers again. âIf you had stayed, what would have happened?â
Y/N can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her face is warm. âI. I would have.â
But she doesnât get to finish her sentence. George leans down and presses their lips together, kissing her sweetly as his other hand comes up to rest on her neck. Y/N feels lightheaded as her lips start to move with Georgeâs, her arms winding around his neck. George backs them up as he deepens the kiss, pressing Y/N up against the wall. She moans as her back hits the hard stone, allowing George to lick into her mouth.
âI would have done that,â she finishes once George pulls away, her breathing heavy.
George chuckles before kissing her again briefly. âYou sound so fucking hot when you moan,â he teases, kissing her again as her cheeks flush pink.
Y/N returns his kiss eagerly, letting her fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck as both his hands come to rest on her hips. Her brain is in overdrive, trying to process everything thatâs happening. She wants to commit it all to memory, in case this is the only time it happens. Sheâs thinking about how good of a kisser he is, and how perfectly their mouths fit together when George pulls away.
âBet you would sound even hotter moaning my name,â he whispers in her ear, before he starts to trail kisses down Y/Nâs neck.
A soft whine leaves Y/Nâs lips as she tilts her head back, giving George more room to kiss. She tugs his hair and the groan he lets out against her neck goes right to her core and arousal starts to blossom in her stomach. His grip on her hips tightens as he begins to suck a mark into her neck. âGeorge,â she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.
Y/N can feel George smirk into her neck before he pulls away and reconnects their lips. He pushes their bodies together tighter, shoving her legs apart with one of his own. She instinctively grinds down against it to get relief from her aching pussy, causing both of them to moan lowly.
âHoly fuck, Y/N,â George growls as he breaks their kiss. He looks over her as she continues to grind against his thigh, in awe of how beautiful she is. Her face is flushed red, her lips are swollen from his kisses and breathy moans are falling from her mouth as her hips move back and forth.
Y/N tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to try and contain the noises that are creeping up her throat as she works towards her climax. Her hips move sloppily, giving her clit the perfect amount of friction against Georgeâs muscular thigh. âFuck,â she breathes and opens her eyes so she can gaze into his, a moan falling from her lips when she sees how dark his eyes are.
George kisses her for a brief moment, his cock starting to harden in his trousers. He craves the feeling of her lips, but the noises coming from her mouth are too intoxicating to cut off. âYou look so pretty, darling, getting yourself off on my thigh.â
Georgeâs words only turn Y/N on more and she starts to move her hips faster, desperate for her release. âGeorge,â she moans, tugging on his hair again. âPlease, please, George,â she begs.
George presses kisses to Y/Nâs jaw as his grip on her hips tightens. He pulls her down harder against his thigh and smirks when she whines loudly. âWhat do you want darling? Hm?â
âIâm so close,â she gasps. âPlease, George. Can I,â her words turn into a moan as George forces her down harder against this thigh again. Y/N can feel her climax approaching and her body feels like itâs on fire. âPlease, let me come, George. Please,â she begs breathily.
Georgeâs cock twitches in his trousers and he groans as he realizes what Y/N is begging him for. Permission. âGo on darling, come for me.â
Georgeâs voice is husky, and as soon as the words leave his mouth Y/Nâs hips stutter as she reaches her climax, Georgeâs name falling from her mouth. She tugs his hair lightly as she comes, pleasure washing over her like a wave. George rubs her hips and presses open mouthed kisses to her jaw and neck as her hips start to slow down.
âOh my god,â Y/N pants, resting her forehead against Georgeâs shoulder. Her legs feel like jelly and a moan falls from her mouth when she shifts on Georgeâs thigh and her sensitive clit rubs against her panties.
George laughs lightly and brings a hand up to stroke Y/Nâs hair. âThat was so fucking hot,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. He removes his leg from between hers but keeps a tight grip on her hip to make sure sheâs steady. âLike really fucking hot, Y/N. Holy shit.â
Y/N buries her face in Georgeâs neck, pressing a few light kisses to his skin. âNo, it was embarrassing,â she mumbles. Sheâd never felt the need to ask for permission to come with any of the other people sheâd been intimate with, but there was something about George. Y/N felt comfortable with him, she felt safe enough to let her walls down; to be completely vulnerable to him.
âHey, look at me,â he says softly. George waits for Y/N to pick her head up and look up at him before he continues. âYou will never have anything to be embarrassed about with me. Ever.â
Instead of responding, Y/N kisses him desperately and reaches down to palm his hardening erection through his trousers. George groans into the kiss, his hips automatically rolling to meet her movements. Her lips start to kiss across his jaw and down Georgeâs neck, nibbling lightly.
Y/N pauses her kissing so she can lean up and whisper into Georgeâs ear. âYour turn,â she teases. George curses softly as she removes her hand from his crotch, and she places a quick kiss on his lips before she pushes him away slightly. Y/N slowly sinks down to her knees and starts to work at the button of Georgeâs trousers.
âGod you are gorgeous,â he says dreamily as he tangles his fingers in her hair.
Y/N can feel the blush creeping up her face as she undoes Georgeâs trousers. She looks up at him as she pulls his trousers and boxers down together just enough to free his cock. Y/N slowly wraps her hand around the base of his cock, a smirk forming on her face when he groans.
Georgeâs grip on her hair tightens as Y/N begins to slowly stroke him. âMerlin that feels good,â George moans, causing Y/N to increase her pace.
She leans forward and takes him into her mouth, her hand continuing to stroke what she canât fit in her mouth. George is quite well endowed, and Y/N rubs her thighs together as she starts to bob her head, imaging what heâd feel like inside her.
âSuch a good girl. Sucking my cock so well,â George praises. His breathing starts to get heavier as Y/Nâs tongue starts to swirl around his sensitive head and when she looks up at him he has to look away to avoid coming right then and there. Y/N looks absolutely sinful with her lips wrapped around his cock, and George is sure that image will be imprinted in his brain forever.
Georgeâs grunts echo throughout the passageway as Y/N starts to move faster, wanting George to fill her mouth with his release. She takes him down even further, gagging slightly when the tip of his cock hits the back of her throat. George uses the grip he has on Y/Nâs hair to help guide her head, his hips starting to slowly meet her movement.
Y/N hums in approval and pulls her head off of his cock for a moment to catch her breath. She strokes him with her hand for a moment, her thumb circling his sensitive head. âFuck my mouth George, please,â she begs, before swallowing him down again.
âSuch a dirty girl arenât you Y/N?â he teases as he wraps his hand in her hair, gripping it tightly. âSuch a slut for my cock already, hm?â He lets out a groan as he starts to move her head on his cock, his hips meeting each stroke. âFuck, darling. Your mouth feels amazing,â he moans, starting to fuck her mouth faster. âGood girl,â he praises as she gags around him.
Y/N canât help but slip her hand under her skirt and into her panties, letting her index and middle finger toy with her clit. Georgeâs cock is heavy against her tongue and his dirty words are sending shivers down her spine and into her core. Sheâs still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and she moans around Georgeâs cock as drool drips down her chin. She starts to work her clit faster, her second orgasm quickly approaching.
âGetting close, darling,â he grunts. âGonna shoot my load right into your pretty little mouth.â George watches as Y/N squirms, a wicked grin forming on his mouth. âAre you touching yourself darling?â A shiver runs down his spine and he slams his cock into the back of her throat harder when she hums around him. âSuch a dirty little girl you are, Y/N.â His tone is patronizing, and it only turns Y/N on more. âLove having my cock in your mouth that much, hm?â
Y/N whines around his cock, her hips moving in time with her fingerâs movements on her clit. She brings her free hand up under her shirt and bra so she can massage her breast, her fingers pinching her nipple. Her climax is building rapidly, and Y/N looks up at George her eyes full of arousal and desperation.
George bites his lip as he looks down at Y/N, knowing exactly what she needs. His strokes become shallow as his own orgasm approaches, a low moan falling from his lips. âGo on, darling. Be a good girl and come for me.â
Y/Nâs whole-body shakes as she comes, her second orgasm even stronger than the first. Her lips clamp down around Georgeâ cock even tighter, bringing him to his climax as well. He pulls her hair as he empties himself into Y/Nâs mouth, her name spilling from his mouth in hard pants. She continues to toy with her clit lightly as aftershocks of pleasure continue to roll through her body.
George loosens his grip on her hair as he slowly pulls out, his mouth running dry as saliva and some of his cum dribble down Y/Nâs chin. He watches as she swallows his release, his cock twitching at the sight. He tucks his cock back into his trousers, wincing as the head brushes up against the fabric. Y/N looks up at him as she wipes the drool from her chin, looking far too innocent after what just happened. Her lips are red and swollen, almost begging for him to kiss her.
He releases her hair and helps Y/N to her feet. His arms wrap around her waist and he brings their lips together. They kiss slowly and messily, both of them too tired to care. George licks into her mouth, not caring that he can taste himself on her tongue. They stand there kissing for a few minutes, only breaking apart when the need for air becomes too much.
âYou think the coast is clear?â Y/N asks with a giggle, her voice hoarse.
George chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. âI certainly hope so, because Iâm absolutely knackered and if I have to spend another minute in here with you after what just happened Iâm not going to be able to control myself.â
-
Wednesday morning arrives far too quickly for Y/Nâs liking. She had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but when Daphne starts to shake her awake it feels like she hadnât even slept at all.
âFive more minutes, mum, â she groans. Her throat feels raw and Y/N canât help but blush as the memories of last night run through her mind. She had wanted to confess everything to George as they snuck out of the passageway, but she couldnât bring herself to do it. Â As they stepped out into the empty hallway the haze of sexual tension around them broke, and when George headed off back to his dorm with nothing more than a wink and a kiss on the cheek Y/Nâs stomach sank.
Y/N had felt nothing but pure joy after her and Georgeâs activities and her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. She knew that she was in love with him, and after he had been so tender with her she was sure that he returned her feelings. But after he left her behind so quickly, she couldnât help but think it had all been in her head.
âFive more minutes will turn to 10, which will turn into you missing breakfast. And you know how you get when youâre hungry, so get your ass out of bed,â Daphne scolds lightly.
Y/N groans but rolls out of bed, her heart heavy and her knees aching.
âWhat do you think theyâre talking about?â Daphne whispers to Y/N as they enter the Great Hall, gesturing towards Fred and George.
Y/N allows herself to look quickly, her heart rate increasing as her eyes pass over George. Memories of last night swim to the surface, and she swallows hard, willing them away. The twins have their heads together and theyâre talking feverishly, clearly up to something. âDunno really,â she answers, tearing her gaze away. âProbably planning their next prank or something.â Y/N and Daphne sit down with Adrian and Marcus and she grabs some toast, not really feeling up to eating. Â
âSo, what are you gonna do?â Daphne asks as they start to eat.
Y/N gives her a look. âWhat am I gonna do about what?â
Daphne rolls her eyes. âCome one, itâs been what, two weeks since the twins have done something to you? Theyâve gotta be over there cooking up some grand scheme against you.â
Y/N goes to respond, but she suddenly feels sick as Georgeâs actions over the past few days start to make sense. He wasnât in love with her, he was trying to embarrass her? Use her? Get information on her for him and Fred to use against her? She wasnât exactly sure, but her heart sinks into her stomach. Whatever it was it couldnât be good.
âI think Iâm gonna head to Potions early,â she says suddenly, standing up. Adrian, Marcus and Daphne give her a look.
âYou havenât even eaten anything,â Adrian says, trying to pull her back down.
She bats his hand away and gathers her bag. âIâm not really that hungry. Iâll see you guys later.â
Without another word sheâs heading out of the Great Hall, her friends and George all casting her back worried glances.
-
Y/N spends all day ignoring George despite his efforts to get her to pay attention to him. He spends all of Potions throwing rolled up pieces of parchment at her back, he tries to pull faces at her all during lunch and he spends most of charms slipping her notes. It had taken all of her willpower not to let him break her down. Sheâs so desperately in love with him that sheâs almost willing to let him break her heart just so she can be close to him again.
âFinally, Iâve been looking for you all evening.â
Y/N doesnât look up from her Herbology assignment as George takes a seat across from her. Her friends had been giving her worried glances all day, so after a quick dinner she tucked herself away in a corner of the library to avoid the confrontation sheâs sure sheâd get in the common room. She had figured sheâd be safe from George as well, since Y/N is sure sheâs never seen him, or Fred enter the library in the seven years theyâve been at school.
âWhatâs going on with you?â George asks softly when she doesnât say anything. Heâd been looking forward to seeing Y/N in the morning, and after her weird behavior at breakfast he had tried everything to get her attention.
Y/N glances at George quickly before she turns back to her assignment. âI could say the same to you,â she says coldly. When George doesnât say anything Y/N sighs and puts her quill down, finally looking at George fully. âWhat were you and Fred talking about this morning? During breakfast.â
George taps his fingers against the table, his eyes starting deeply into Y/Nâs. âHe was asking me why I got back from my detention so late last night.â His cheeks are flushed pink and Y/N bites her lip to keep from smiling.
âWhat did you tell him? Did you tell him how easy I was? How desperate I was for you? How I touched myself? That I asked you for permission to finish?â she sneers, suddenly filled with rage.
Georgeâs jaw practically drops to the table, his eyes widening in shock. âWhat? Why would I say any of that to him?â George asks, watching as Y/N starts to gather up her things.
âBecause last night was just some big joke to you, wasnât it?â she asks, as if the answer is obvious. âYou donât have feelings for me, you were just trying to get me into bed so you could have blackmail material or something. And I fell for it. Because Iâm a big dumb idiot who is too in love to realize when sheâs being played.â
Before George can even process what Y/N has just said sheâs gone, tears streaming down her face and her heart broken in her chest.
-
âWhatâs wrong Y/N?â Daphne asks, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
She isnât completely surprised that Daphne had come to find her. When Y/N returned from the library, she was full on crying. She had ignored her friendâs attempts to talk to her and stormed right to her dorm room so she could crawl into her bed and sob. Daphne starts to stroke her hair, and Y/N wipes away some of her tears.
âIâm in love with George Weasley,â Y/N mumbles into her pillow.
Daphneâs hand pauses. âCome again?â
âIâm in love with George Weasley,â Y/N huffs, turning over so sheâs facing Daphne. Her whole-body tenses, waiting for Daphne to laugh or make some kind of snide comment. But it doesnât happen. Instead Daphne starts to stroke her hair again as she wipes away some of her tears.
âHonestly thatâd make me cry as well,â she says with a laugh, trying to get Y/N to smile. When it works and Y/N cracks a small smile Daphne continues. âSo, what happened? Did he say something rude? Because if he did I swear to you Iâll have Adrian and Marcus break into Gryffindor tower and beat him up.â
Y/N canât help but let out a quiet laugh. She sits up in bed, wiping away the last few tears. âI ran into him last night when I was doing my rounds. And Umbridge almost caught us so we ran and hid in this weird secret passageway and um,â she pauses, swallowing thickly. âWe kissed. And fooled around a little. Or a lot.â
âAnd thatâs why youâre crying? Was it bad? Did you fake your orgasm?â Daphne teases.
Y/N rolls her eyes as a blush starts to form on her cheeks. âNo, thatâs not it. It was quite enjoyable Iâll have you know,â she says playfully, shoving Daphneâs shoulder lightly. âIt was what happened afterward.â
âHe said something stupid, didnât he? My offer still stands, I will have Adrian and Marcus go beat him up,â Daphne says her tone serious.
âHe didnât really say anything,��� Y/N explains, choosing to ignore Daphneâs threats for now. âBut you said it yourself this morning at breakfast. He was talking with Fred, probably planning some prank on me.â Y/N pauses to swallow the lump in her throat and blink away the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks. âIt was all probably just some prank or set up or blackmail or something. I mean why would he wanna be with me,â she says lamely, looking down at her hands.
Daphne scoffs and puts her finger under Y/Nâs chin, forcing her to return her gaze. âIf George Weasley doesnât want to be with you then he is a big fat idiot. Y/N you are amazing. And beautiful and smart and way too nice for your own good. You may have questionable taste in men, but Iâve been snogging Marcus since third year so Iâm not really one to judge.â
Y/N laughs and pulls Daphne into a hug. Her heart still aches for George, but she feels a tiny bit better knowing that she has Daphne on her side.
-
Despite the fact that Y/N has been ignoring George all day, she finds herself heading to the Room of Requirement on Wednesday evening for a DA meeting. There are nervous butterflies in her stomach as she approaches but she doesnât turn back. The DA is one of the only good things sheâs had going on this year, and sheâll be damned if she lets George Weasley ruin that for her. Y/N had felt his eyes on her all day, and she hates to admit that it made her feel lightheaded.
She stops outside of the room of requirement to collect herself. Y/N takes a few deep breaths, trying to clear the thoughts of George from her mind. Sheâs semi-successful and she holds her head high as she throws the door open and steps inside.
âWhat the fuck?â she says, her eyes wandering around the room as the door shuts behind her. Â Y/N had certainly not been expecting the scene around her when she walked in. The room is dimly lit, with most of the lighting coming from candles that are floating around the room. Thereâs no furniture or practice dummies in sight, and the only other person in the room is George. Heâs standing smack in the middle of the room watching her, a small smile on his face.
âI couldnât think of any other way to get you alone,â he says after a moment, reaching a hand out towards Y/N. âSo, I had Hermione send an alert out to your Galleon and hoped that you would show up.â
Y/N walks further into the room cautiously, still unsure as to what exactly is going on. She stands a few feet away from George, resisting the urge to take his hand and fall into his chest. âOkay but why?.â She pauses, her eyes scanning the room again. âIf this is some kind of elaborate set up and Fred is about to jump out of somewhere I swear to Merlin George I will kill you.â
George chuckles and shakes his head, taking a step towards Y/N. When she doesnât flinch, he takes another one. âI promise you; Y/N. Fred is nowhere near here.â He bites his lip, looking at Y/N closely. âThis is just me, desperately trying to fix whatever mess I got us into.â When she doesnât say anything George continues, needing to fill the awkward silence of the room. âTuesday night was incredible. Best night of my life, hands down. I thought, I thought things would be different with us, afterwards. But then you didnât even look at me all day yesterday and last night in the library that stuff you said,â he cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âI clearly did something wrong, but Iâve spent the past 24 hours thinking about everything I did, and I canât seem to figure it out.â
âYou didnât say anything,â she says quietly after she lets Georgeâs words soak in. When George raises his eyebrow in confusion she sighs. âOn Tuesday, after everything that happened,â she clears her throat, trying to will the blush on her cheeks away. âWhen we were leaving you didnât say anything. You just kind of left. I thought that it was just a one-time thing, that it didnât mean the same to you as it did to me,â she admits quietly.
Y/N lets her eyes wander around the room, needing to look anywhere except for Georgeâs face. Y/N likes to keep walls up around herself. She makes exceptions for her friends and her parents, the people she loves, but she keeps them up around others. She doesnât like to show weakness, she doesnât want to give people the opportunity to hurt her. On Tuesday Y/N had let all of those walls crumble to the ground the second George had kissed her and it felt incredible. She felt like she could truly be herself around him, and as much as she wishes she could build those walls up around her again itâs too late. Y/N has no choice but to stand here in this room and let George in.
âAnd then I just got all in my head,â she continues a moment later, finally letting herself look at George. Her heart is fluttering, and she canât help but notice how good he looks. âWhen I went to breakfast that morning and you were whispering with Fred it looked like you guys were plotting something, like a prank or something. And it made me think that Tuesday was just some stupid prank. That you were gonna use the things I said against me, to embarrass me or something,â she mutters.
âDarling,â George starts, taking the last few steps to close the distance between them. He cups her cheek with one hand while the other reaches for one of hers. Y/N lets him grab her hand, and he intertwines their fingers. âI should have said something that night. There was so many things I wanted to say. But I didnât want to overwhelm you. After that night we spent in detention I started to feel differently towards you. I knew you felt something too, but I wasnât sure if you had realized it yet or not. So, when we left the passageway that night I wanted to give you time, to process everything.â
âI feel like such an idiot,â Y/N admits with a small smile. âI should have just said something instead of letting myself overthink it. I donât like letting people in. But for some reason when Iâm around you I canât help but let you in. That night in detention I told you things not even Daphne knows. And then Tuesday, some of the things I said, I did,â she cuts herself off, a shiver running down her spine. âIâve never let anyone see that side of me before and yet a few kisses from you had me blubbering like an idiot.â
âBlubbering like a wicked sexy idiot, darling,â George teases with a chuckle. He leans down and kisses her briefly. âIâm sorry, for not being clearer with my intentions.â
Y/N rolls her eyes, but thereâs a warm smile on her face. âAnd what are those intentions?â
Her eyes flutter closed as George kisses her deeply, both of his hands landing on her bum, giving it a tight squeeze. She moans into the kiss and lets Georgeâs tongue in to explore her mouth. She wraps her arms around Georgeâs neck and pulls him flush to her body. George pulls away suddenly, with Y/N trying to chase his mouth.
George chuckles when she pouts at him. âTo answer your question, darling. First, Iâm going to fuck you into the mattress over there like the dirty little girl you are.â George pauses, pressing a kiss to Y/Nâs lips as a shiver runs down her spine. âAnd then Iâm going to hold you close and whisper how much I love you into your ear.â
Y/N pulls Georgeâs face down and presses their lips together hotly, kissing him desperately. She jumps up, her legs wrapping around his waist and his hands gripping her bum tightly. George carries her over to the bed that had appeared at some point in the past few minutes and throws her down on it. He loosens his tie and throws it off over his head and starts to work on the buttons of his shirt. Y/N watches his fingers move, practically drooling as his pale chest becomes more and more exposed to her.
âWhat are you waiting for? Permission,â George teases, his voice gravelly and his eyes dark. âGet naked,â he demands a moment later when she still doesnât move. âLet me see all of you.â
Georgeâs voice causes goosebumps to appear all over Y/Nâs body and her core starts to ache. She can already feel herself getting wet, and the way George is looking at her as she rids herself of her clothes is only making it worse.
In a matter of moments, theyâre both naked, and Y/N can feel her skin flushing under Georgeâs gaze. Heâs standing by the edge of the bed, slowly stroking himself as his eyes run over her naked body. Her body is aching for his touch, and she squirms under his intense gaze. âPlease, George,â she moans, one of her hands coming up to toy with her breasts.
In an instant George is on top of her, kissing her messily as his hands touch every inch of skin they can. He bats away the hand thatâs palming her breast so he can take over, his fingers starting to toy with her sensitive nipple. Y/N moans into Georgeâs mouth, arching her back to press herself up into him harder. George practically growls at her actions and his other hand grabs her left thigh, forcing her legs apart.
âWhat do you want, darling?â he asks hotly, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. âMy fingers?â He releases her thigh and starts to ghost his fingers up her it towards her folds. âMy mouth?â He latches onto her neck and starts to lightly suck, causing a sinful whine to leave her lips.
Y/N tangles her fingers in Georgeâs hair, tugging lightly as she squirms under his touch. âBoth, please,â she begs, her breath coming out in hard pants. Georgeâs fingers have finally reached her core, and his index finger has started to slowly circle her clit.
âBoth, hm? What a needy little girl youâre being, Y/N,â he chides, his mouth continuing to trail kisses down her neck and over her chest. âBut how can I say no? Not when youâre being such a good girl and asking so nicely.â
Y/N moans. Georgeâs thumb has started to rub soft circles on her clit while his mouth wraps around her breast, sucking her nipple lightly. When George had called her a good girl at the beginning of term it had filled her with rage, but now as he slowly pushes his index finger inside of her tight walls she thinks she could come just from him calling her that alone.
âFuck, George,â she whines, clenching around his finger as he curls it inside of her. She can feel his smirk as he kisses down her stomach. Her hips start to move off of the bed as he starts to slowly fuck her with his finger. His free hand flies to her hip and pins it down against the bed.
âDonât be so impatient, darling. Iâm going to take my time with you,â he scolds. He pulls his finger out slowly, and when he pushes it back in another has joined it, causing Y/N to gasp. âYou sound so pretty, darling. Such pretty noises,â he praises.
George moves down the bed as his lips ghost over her hip so he can position himself better for whatâs about to happen. He stops his movements on her pussy suddenly, causing Y/N to whine at the loss. He grabs her thighs and pushes them farther apart, so sheâs spread open for him. âSuch a pretty pussy you have, darling,â he groans, his eyes gazing over her dripping folds. Y/N tries to shut her legs, but Georgeâs grip tightens on her thighs, keeping them open. âDonât be shy, darling,â he teases.
Y/N is writhing in Georgeâs grasp, one hand is toying with her nipples while the other grips the bed sheets. âGeorge, please,â she begs again, needing him to touch her. George chuckles and suddenly his mouth is on her, lightly sucking on her clit. âOh fuck,â she shouts, her hand leaving her breast to tangle in Georgeâs hair.
Georgeâs tongue starts to tease Y/Nâs clit, wrapping around the bud slowly before pulling away and coming to lightly flick at it. He wraps his arm around her left thigh as she begins to move her hips, forcing her back down against the bed. âGonna need to get some rope to tie you up, keep you nice and open for me,â he murmurs before putting his mouth back on her aching core.
âHoly fuck, George,â Y/N moans as he suddenly plunges two fingers into her heat. She canât help the sounds that are coming out of her mouth as George pleasures her, images of George tying her up floating in her mind. George hums in laughter as his fingers curl and brush up against Y/Nâs sweet spot, causing her to moan again.
Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, can feel the arousal building in her stomach. She wiggles her hips, trying to move away from George, and a squeal falls from her mouth when he pulls her even closer to his face. She grips his hair tightly and her toes curl as her orgasm approaches. Y/N yanks the sheets hard, her mouth opening and shutting unable to form a coherent thought due to Georgeâs relentless pleasure.
âGeorge please,â she sobs, her eyes screwing shut from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs are shaking as George licks at her core, his fingers hitting the spot inside her that drives her crazy with every thrust. âI need you. I need you to, George, please,â she begs. Sheâs teetering on the edge of her release, just needing that one final push that only George can provide.
âNeed me to what, darling?â he asks coyly as he pulls his face away from her pussy. His thumb takes over the assault on her clit his tongue had been doing before, starting to rub it in hard circles.
âPlease,â she begs again, tears starting to leak out the side of her eyes. Y/N has never been this turned on in her life. Her body is trembling, her need for release overwhelming every part of her.
George presses a few kisses to the hot skin on the inside of her thigh to hide his smile. Y/N looks absolutely ethereal as she wriggles in his grasp, begging him to let her come. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow behind her, and her neck looks like itâs begging to be bit. Her whole body is flushed, and a sheen of sweat has appeared over her skin.
âYou are absolutely gorgeous, Y/N,â he compliments as he situates himself on top of her again. He leans on his forearm and presses their lips together briefly. âSuch a good girl, darling. Go on be a good girl, come for me.â
George kisses her again as she comes, groaning as her walls tighten around his fingers. Y/Nâs whole-body shakes as she comes, and George continues to slowly rub her clit as she comes down from her high. With one final curl of his fingers he removes them from her heat.
âYou are a goddess,â he murmurs against her lips before he pulls away.
Y/N opens her eyes, smiling up at George. âAnd youâre a bloody fucking tease.â
George laughs and rolls onto his back, his arm winding around Y/Nâs waist to pull her on top of him. Y/N giggles in delight, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. She lets her hand trail along his chest as they kiss, pausing as she reaches his groin. âNow see if I really was a good girl,â she mocks her fingertips dancing on the skin just above the base of his cock. âIâd touch you but.â She sighs and brings her hand back up to rest on Georgeâs chest. âIâm feeling kinda naughty.â
âBold tactic for a girl who was just begging me to let her come a few seconds ago,â George responds playfully, leaning up to press their lips together again. Y/N squeals when George pulls her fully on top of him so sheâs straddling his waist. âI know I said I was gonna fuck you into the mattress but,â he says with a sigh when he breaks their kiss. âI donât know if naughty girls deserve my cock.â
Despite the fact that she had just come a few seconds ago, Y/Nâs pussy is aching again. She pouts down at George, rolling her hips. A satisfied smirk appears on her face when he groans. âWhat if I promise to be a good girl?â
George rolls them over so sheâs underneath him. âI think I can make an exception.â Y/N laughs as George kisses her and winds her legs around his waist. George lines himself up with her entrance, breaking their kiss so he can look at her. âReady?â When Y/N nods George pushes his hips forward and slowly enters Y/N.
âOh my god, George,â she gasps as her hands come up to grip his shoulders. George doesnât stop until his hips are flush against Y/Nâs bum.
âFucking hell youâre tight, Y/N,â he groans, burying his face in her neck. He lets out another groan as Y/Nâs walls clench around him.
âFuck me George, please,â she demands, squeezing his shoulders.
George chuckles into her neck and pulls out of her halfway before he slams back in, starting to slowly fuck her. âSince you asked so nicely,â he teases, pressing an open mouth kiss to her jaw.
For a few minutes all the noise that can be heard is Y/N and Georgeâs combined moans as well as skin slapping on skin. George grabs Y/Nâs leg and throws it over his shoulder so he can fuck into her deeper and the head of his cock is now rubbing her sweet spot with every thrust.
âOh fuck,â Y/N moans, scratching her nails down Georgeâs back. âFeels so good, George. âM already close.â
âFuck me too,â he growls, leaning down to whisper in her ear. âYou feel so fucking good, darling.â He presses a few kisses into the skin below her ear. âGo on, darling. Come for me when youâre ready. Didnât even need to touch your little clit, did I? Such a good girl, coming from just my cock.â
Georgeâs words tip Y/N over the edge and she throws her head back, Georgeâs name falling from her mouth. Her walls tighten and twitch around George, causing him to reach his climax as well. He empties himself inside of Y/N, his hips slowly rolling into her to help them both come down from their highs.
Once Georgeâs cock has stopped twitching and Y/Nâs breathing starts to slow down, George carefully pulls out of her and collapses on the bed next to her. George opens up his arm and Y/N rolls into his side, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She peppers soft kisses to the sweaty skin as George starts to rub her back.
âItâs not fair, you know,â George says as Y/N trails a few kisses up his neck and across his jaw.
Y/N pecks his lips softly. âWhatâs not fair?â she asks with a chuckle.
George pouts at her and she kisses him briefly again. âEvery time we get intimate you get to come twice, and I only get to come once. Thatâs totally not fair.â
Y/N laughs and buries her face in Georgeâs neck again. âWell maybe if you were a good boy Iâd let you come more than once,â she teases.
Georgeâs fingers dig into Y/Nâs side as he holds her in place, tickling her mercilessly. Y/N shrieks with laughter, desperately trying to wiggle away from Georgeâs grasp. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â she laughs, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. George tickles her for another moment before he stops, one of his hands resting on the small of Y/Nâs back and the other grabs hers.
âI love you,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Y/N looks up at him and presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw. âI love you too.â
-
The next morning as Y/N drags George over to the Slytherin table for breakfast she can hear Ginny shouting at Ron.
âI told you, you absolute numpty! You owe me a Galleon!â
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summer breezes / george weasley
hi crew :) idk why i wrote this but i was in a george mood so here we go ;)
summary: george acts like he hates you, he doesnât really hate you. you act like you hate him, but you donât really hate him. chaos ensues.
slight neville x reader for a second
word count: 6.9k
warnings: swearing, george being mean, lil angsty, fluffy at the end, readerâs house is not specified <3, mentions of food, kissing
let me know what you think ;)
âAnd what do you expect me to do? By the time Iâd even realised I was falling Iâd already landed face first on the proverbial concrete,â you groaned out in exasperation, while your best friend looked at you with so much distaste that anyone wouldâve thought youâd murdered his family pet.
He shook his head, a scowl as clear as day splashed across his lips as he reprimanded you for your heartâs foolishness, âOf all peopleâŚâ he scoffed in disgust, âHonestly, Y/n.â
âYou know, you shouting at me isnât going to fix anything,â he rolled his eyes at your statement and racked his eyes over your disheveled state. Youâd obviously been battling with yourself over yourâunfortunateâcrush for some time. As your best friend, Ron Weasley knew heâd have to soften up on you eventually, but honestly, it was your own fault for falling for one of his disastrous siblings.
You were currently sprawled out on Harryâs bed, across from the red-headed boy youâd known since you were in nappies, your arms hanging off the edges of Harryâs four-poster. Neither you or Ron had a clue where Harry, or Hermione, had disappeared off to today. Harry was probably on the quidditch pitch practicing while Hermione haunted the library, you supposed as you listened to Ronâs rantings, wishing theyâd been there to mediate.
ââof all of my siblings too! You couldnât have picked, oh I donât know, Charlie? Or Fred even? Merlin, even Ginny! But no! You just had to go and bloody fall for the only Weasley who actively cannot stand you.â You only caught that portion of his rave, having gotten lost in the idea of being coddled sympathetically by Harry or Hermione. You adore Ron, really, heâs your loyalist and longest friend, but Merlin was he a total drama queen.
âCharlie is five years older than me, Fred is my wingman and honestly, I snogged him on a dare last summer and I wasnât that impressed and in case youâve forgotten, Ronald, Ginny is dating Harry,â you lectured, ignoring how he rolled his eyes as you continued, âAlso Iâm well aware that he hates me. You donât need to keep reminding me.â
His composure cracked after hearing your depressed mumble, and with a sigh he moved from his spot on his own bed and made the short trip over to Harryâs. Ron gently pulled you into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and sat himself down next to you. He let out a heavy sigh, still slightly shaking his headâhe couldnât seem to stopâ, then he dropped a heavy arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, finally offering you the comfort youâd been seeking out in the first place.
âSâalright, Y/n. Maybe heâll get hit in the head with a bludger and forget heâs hated you since he was four.â Ron encouraged, very weakly.
You released a sigh of your own at that, âI feel like Iâm betraying myself here. Like Iâm letting that stupid git win.â Ron couldnât stop the laugh he let out at your grumble.
âIâll be honest, I thought heâd be the first to crack. You can be quite scary when you get going.â Ron divulged, shuddering at the memories of when heâd been on the receiving end of your rath.
Your family and the Weasley family had been extremely close since before you or Ron were even born, which meant youâd grown up alongside all of the Weasley children. Of course, because of your ages you and Ron had been attached at the hip as infants and remained that way even now, late into your fifth year of Hogwarts. Most of the Weasley children simply adored you, as you did them. However, there was one boy who, for whatever reason, hated you to your very core and as far as you could remember; he always had.
He is none other than the younger of the two twins; George Weasley. Despite the fact that Fred was actually quite fond of you, his twin refused to warm up to you in any way, shape or form. No, the tall and annoyingly attractive boy had made it his lifeâs mission not to get along with you, but instead, wage a war on you that spanned for the entirety of your childhood and adolescence.
âWhen did things change? When did it stop being a challenge? When did it start affecting me like this? I used to take his insults like a champ! I used to get him back worse!â You wondered out loud, letting your head flop onto Ronâs broad shoulder as he let out a puff of air through his nose.
âYou still take it like a champ, numpty,â he chastised you gently, recoiling ever so slightly when you lurched forward in complete defeat. Your hands shot up to cover your face as you rested your forehead against your knees.
âNo! I donât,â you murmured dejectly, lifting your face from your hands to make eye contact with Ron. âDo you remember the other night in the Great Hall? When Neville told me he thought my hair looked pretty? And George, out of bloody nowhere, comes over and says and I quote, âI wouldnât waste your time on this one, Longbottom. Youâd have a better time kissing that toad of yours.â Do you remember that?â Ron raised an eyebrow and nodded in confusion, your voice seemed to be steadily rising in octaves as you recalled the events of the other night. He had to admit, it had been an unusually unnecessary comment on Georgeâs part, but the youngest Weasley boy wasnât really sure where you were going with it.
âWell do you remember how I had said, âhowâs that girlfriend of yours, Georgie? Figured out a way to make her stop being invisible yet?â and then remember I rushed off? Do you wanna know where I rushed off to?â You pressed, watching intently as Ron nodded his head, unsure if he even wanted to know. âI went to the bathroom and I cried! I cried, Ron! Over something George bloody Weasley said to me!â
His eyes widened at that. Never once had George ever managed to properly upset you.
âAnd over something as small as that? Iâve heard him say a lot worse to your face.â Ron said in disbelief and you nodded, expression mimicking his as if you couldnât believe it yourself.
âRight? And itâs like everytime he says something mean to me now my stomach drops and it actually hurts,â Ron regarded you softly, his eyes sad while he rubbed your back as you buried your face in your hands yet again, âDo you know whatâs worse though?â
Ron opened his mouth to hazard a guess but no sound escaped as he drew nothing but blanks.
âI actually care what he thinks of me now. As if I actually value his idiotic opinions of me.â
It was at that moment that Harry entered the room sporting muddy quidditch gear and a confused expression, âMay I ask why weâre having a heart to heart on my bed?â
Ron shrugged, continuing to rub soothing circles into your back as he told Harry mournfully, âY/n likes George.â
âMerlin.â Harry whispered, as horrified to learn of your crush as Ron had been. âBut, Y/n, he hates you! I mean he really hates you-â the chosen one was cut off by a pillow making contact with his face. Ron had chucked it at him the second he felt your form begin to shake beneath his touch.
âBloody hell, Harry! Youâve gone and upset her even more!â He whispered harshly. Harry quickly set his broom down and plopped himself down beside you, leaving you trapped between himself and Ron. The green-eyed boy rested his cheek against your lightly shaking back and managed to snake his arms around your torso.
âSorry. Shouldnât have said that.â He told you genuinely. âShould we go and find Hermione?â
You only shook your head. Embarrassment quickly overtook you as you realised your were crying in front of your two best friends over George fucking Weasley.
âNo. No, Iâm okay. Itâs fine,â you sat up and hastily wiped your tears away.
âItâs okay to be upset, Y/n,â Harry spoke softly, squeezing your middle in a short hug, getting mud from his quidditch practice all over you.
With a resolute shake of your head you stood up and faced the boys, who each looked at you with pity filled eyes, then you spoke as steadily as you could, âIâm not upset. He hasnât upset me,â you werenât fooling anyone, really. Your eyes were bloodshot, your cheeks and nose were red and your voice was slightly hoarse when you spoke. The boys entertained you anyway, nodding in agreement.
âIâm telling you this as his brother and your best mate; you can do better.â Ron told you honestly, he wasnât lying either, you were the type of girl who could get any boy she wanted without lifting a finger. Well, not any boyâobviouslyâ but that wasnât anything to do with you. Ron had his suspicions in regards to why his brother acted like such a knob towards you, however heâd been thrown off his scent recently when the older ginger stopped being mean to you teasingly in favour of being just plain mean.
You gave Ron the best smile you could muster at his words, âYou are absolutely right, Ronald.â
Harry snorted before making his way over to Ronâs trunk, he rifled through it for a few seconds before pulling out one of Ronâs jumpers. He casually tossed, what you recognised to be Ronâs Christmas jumper from Molly, over to you with a grin, âPut that on. I got muck all over you.â
You had plenty of your own Christmas jumpers made by Molly Weasley but they were all the way over in your own dorm. Besides, you liked stealing the ones made for the boys as they were usually far too big for you which made them extremely comfortable to wear.
So you happily pulled the maroon jumper over your head, the wool effectively covering your dirtied t-shirt.
âOh yes, by all means, you two just work away.â Ron grunted sarcastically. In all honesty, he didnât care if you stole every piece of fabric he owned, if it made you feel better, he couldnât care less.
âRight,â you said, making your way to the door of the dorm room, âI think Iâll go for a walk before the sunsets, calm myself down a bit.â
The boys nodded, âSee you at dinner?â Ron asked and you gave him a smile and a small nod of confirmation before you set off out of the Gryffindor common room.
Thankfully, you didnât run into George on your way out. You walked peacefully through the gardens and behind the greenhouses, it was around five in the evening and the sun was beginning to stoop low behind the tree line. The days were beginning to take on a chill as October approached quickly, youâd gone out without grabbing a jacket and you couldnât deny that you were beginning to feel the cold nipping at your skin despite Ronâs jumper. Pulling the sleeves further down your wrists you carried on, trudging forward through the fallen leaves of the garden, you werenât ready to go back inside yet. Going back to the castle meant youâd have to look your problem in the face, literally. You settled on the fact that youâd rather endure the physical cold rather than the emotional coldness you were sure to receive from George at dinner.
When youâd reached the back of the third greenhouse you could faintly hear someone humming to themselves and a soft smile found your lips when you saw who it was. Neville sat on a chair in the greenhouse, right by a plant that you hadnât a clue what it was called, seemingly humming the little tune for the plant in question. Despite his undeniable clumsiness, there was something about Neville Longbottom that soothed you greatly. He has a good soul and his heart is usually in the right place, even if his head is sometimes screwed on slightly loose.
Gently, trying not to startle him you knocked on the closed door of the greenhouse before you opened it and walked in, âHi, Neville. Mind if I join you?â
Neville blushed slightly but nodded his head, âCourse! Thereâs a spare chair just there,â he pointed nervously to the chair. Once you settled yourself beside him, he let himself relax slightly.
âWhat sort of plant is this?â You asked him curiously. You really liked plants but you werenât the best at keeping them alive, Neville though, seemed to be something of a green thumb.
He beamed at your question and quickly began to explain everything about the plant before you. You didnât absorb a lot of it but listening to Neville speak so freely, something he rarely got to do amidst the other Gryffindor boys, filled you with a sense of serenity. Between his voice and the light wind that blew against the glass building, youâd completely forgotten about your red-headed problem.
ââsorry, Iâm probably boring you. My nan says I have a tendency to ramble.â He cut himself off, cheeks heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.
With a small giggle you only shook your head at the brown haired boy, âYouâre not boring me at all! I quite like listening to you speak,â you admitted although you felt a bit silly after saying it out loud. Neville seemed to grow even more flustered after the words left your lips.
His eyes searched your face for any sign that you were teasing him, but all he saw was your kind eyes and comforting smile. Not exactly sure about what to say to you, Neville made an observation, âYouâre cold.â
You gave him a nonchalant shrug, âIâm okay.â
Completely unsatisfied with your answer, Neville shook his head in protest and shrugged off his jacket. He was used to spending a lot of time in the garden so he was usually sporting far more layers than necessary, just in case. âHere, wear this. Youâll catch a cold otherwise,â he fretted and you didnât have the heart to turn his offer down, you didnât want to turn it down either, you were absolutely freezing. Gratefully you accepted the jacket and wasted no time in pulling it on.
âThank you, Neville,â he looked you over for a moment, you could tell he was debating with himself on whether or not to speak, after a long few seconds of his eyes running over you he spoke.
âYou look nice- I, uh, the jacket. You look nice in the jacket- I mean, the jacket looks nice on you-â another giggle left your lips and effectively put the boyâs fumbled ramble to an end.
âAgain, thank you, Neville. You are unbelievably kind.â You told him sincerely, quite enjoying the blush that adorned his cheeks.
âWe should probably head back to the castle for dinner now. Itâs gotten dark,â Neville said, standing up after giving his plant a loving pat.
The walk back to the castle with Neville was nice. The pair of you chatted idly about school subjects and house drama, but you had to admit, you werenât paying a huge amount of attention to the conversation.
âThanks again for lending me your jacket,â you said sweetly, shrugging the jacket off as you reached the main hall of the castle.
Neville, who seemed to be in a perpetual state of bashfulness, took the jacket back gently, a rosy blush painting his features, âIt was no problem, really.â
Neville had always been incredibly kindhearted, sometimes to his own detriment. He treated people with respect and never turned anyone away if they needed help with anything at all. He is sweet, honest, loyal and, whether you liked him or not, he is indisputably adorable. And you found yourself thinking about how entirely better your life would be if your heart had chosen Neville to have a romantic fondness towards.
After separating from Neville, you made your way towards the Great Hall. On your way you bumped into Fred Weasley, who surprisingly, wasnât accompanied by his twin. He greeted you with a wide smile and, as he always did, he ruffled your hair.
âSo! I have a proposition for you,â the look on his face as he spoke was nothing short of wicked, a pit of nerves began to form in your stomach with the way his eyes were lit up excitedly.
âWhat are you proposing?â You encouraged exhaustedly. Whatever it was would probably end with you running from Filch.
Fred lopped his long arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you along with him as he walked in the opposite direction of the Great Hall. Any chance of you getting fed this evening had gone out the window the second Fred clapped eyes on you, youâd made your peace with it. âIâm glad you asked, princess- â at the sound of the pet name you let out a guttural groan.
âFreddie, please, Iâm not in the mood to help you make some poor girl jealous just so you can get a snog,â you whined weakly only for the boy to ruffle your hair and tug you closer to his side.
âLet me finish! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,â he paused to glare at you jokingly and you smiled apologetically, âI have a plan to make George stop acting like a prat.â
A disbelieving scoff left your lips, âYeah thatâs likely,â Fred laughed and pinched your cheek lightly before carrying on.
âAngelina told me that she heard you crying in the girls toilets the other night,â he informed you. Your eyes widened in shock and confusion, you didnât think anyone was in there with you and you also couldnât piece together what your moment of weakness had to do with Fredâs master plan. âAnd before you start, I know itâs because of George.â
âThatâs ridiculous, Fred.â You lied, unconvincingly.
Fred laughed again, it was a gentle laugh that let you know he hadnât come here to tease you but to help you, âI know itâs ridiculous and thatâs exactly why I know youâve been so down in the dumps the last few days.â
âBesides,â he started again when you remained silent, âWhy else would Ron be giving his brother the silent treatment?â
âWhat does any of this have to do with your plan?â You asked, eyes sad and heart heavy for the second time that day. Youâd only just managed to get the whole thing out of your mind, and yet, here it was again.
âWell I happen to know why George acts the way he does,â you met him with a raised eyebrow and a bored expression.
âBecause he hates me, I know.â Fredâs lips grew into a wicked grin and he shook his head, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway.
âThatâs where youâre wrong. He doesnât hate you,â he lowered his lips to hover right by your ear before he whispered quietly, âHe loves you.â
With a roll of your eyes, you pushed the boy away, fixing him with a hard stare, âCome on, Fred. Thatâs not funny.â
âIâm not joking!â He exclaimed desperately, âWe were in potions making amortentia, yeah? And Slughorn called George up to tell the class what he smelled and do you know what he said?â Fred retold madly, knowing full well that this was possibly the only opening heâd get to make the two of you realise your own feelings. Fred was well aware that you developed a crush on George, he picked up on it the second you began looking crestfallen when hit with a snide remark from his twin. He knew long before now that George had loving feelings towards you too, but their recent potions class was the only hard evidence he had to support his theory.
You shrugged helplessly in response, and Fred grabbed your shoulders and looked down at you urgently, âHe said it smelled of cloudberries, daisies and-this is a direct quote-âsummer breezesâ,â you stared at him numbly, not exactly sure what to say as the description did match the perfume youâd been wearing regularly since you were thirteen.
âThatâs you, Y/n!â Fred confirmed and you pulled your lips between your teeth before shaking your head in complete denial.
âLots of girls wear that perfume-â Fred cut you off, ruthlessly.
âName one.â You racked your brain but you genuinely couldnât name another person who wore the same perfume as you. âYou canât, can you? Because itâs your smell!â
âOk fine! So itâs my smell, what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?â Fred rolled his eyes in exhaustion at you.
âBlimey, youâre as daft as he is sometimes, do you know that?â Fred ran his hands down his face in exasperation before looking at you softly, âI except you to come with me so we can drive him mental for a bit and if he gets nasty Iâll embarrass him because Iâm an incredible brother.â
You let him lead you towards Gryffindor Tower all while complaining about how you were starving only for Fred to hush you each time you let out a hungered whine, âWe can raid the kitchen later on, love,â he promised and you sighed in defeat, âThatâs the spirit.â
When the pair of you entered the Gryffindor common room, George was already there, probably waiting for Fred to return it. He sat one one of the sofas that faced the fire, completely relaxed and you hated the fact that you thought he looked amazingly ethereal with the way the flames from the fire lit his skin in an orange glow.
He hadnât noticed you yet and Fred took notice of this. The older twin subtly slid his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers with his before turning his head and shooting you a mischievous wink. Fred Weasley was a nightmare, but when he was on your side, he never failed to make you smile.
Accepting that whatever Fred was about to drag you into would result in nothing but chaos you took a deep breath and followed Fred over to the sofa.
âWhat is she doing here?â George practically seethed, despite the intensity of his glare, you didnât miss the nervous look he shot in Fredâs direction. What you had missed, though, was how harshly heâd clenched his jaw upon noticing your intertwined hands.
You decided that tonight youâd play the game slightly differently, if what Fred was saying was true, it would make things all the more entertaining. So, instead of your usual menacing glare and ego-shattering insult you met George with an innocent smile, âWas just hanging out with Freddie, thought Iâd come say hello,â you said, sitting in the middle of the two twins.
George stared at you suspiciously, âHello. That all?â
âHi. No, actually, I think Iâll sit with you for a while. If thatâs okay?â Fred was smirking from his spot beside you as he watched Georgeâs face contort.
âYouâve never wanted to sit with me before.â He told you, squinting his eyes and trying to decipher what you were up to. He couldnât lie to himself, he definitely wouldnât mind you staying so close to him for a while, however heâd also sooner die then let you think you had the upper hand.
His and your composure cracked simultaneously at your next sentence, your truthful and somewhat vulnerable mumble of, âWell, youâve never given me a chance to.â He knew you were right so he didnât say anymore, opting to shift his gaze to the roaring fire, trying his best not to let his mind linger on the fact that you were wearing his brotherâs jumper. His nose perked up at the scent that drifted from your spot, unusually close to him. There was no doubt in his mind that heâd fancied you for a long time, but, there was also no denying that heâd done a perfect job of making you hate him. Yet, as much as he wanted to just cut the crap, tell you that he thinks youâre the most insufferably beautiful girl heâd ever seen and kiss you and never ever stop, his pride would never allow him to cave. Especially not when you challenged him so effortlessly.
âSo how come you were headed to dinner so late anyway?â Fred piqued up, growing tired of the lack of hostility between yourself and his twin.
âOh. I was sort of worked up earlier so I decided to go for a walk âround the greenhouses. I bumped into Neville and I suppose I just lost track of time,â you explained halfheartedly.
Fred let yet another smirk overtake his face, âLongbottom, eh?â He wiggled his eyebrows and you let out a short giggle while shaking your head, sure, it wouldâve been a good topic to tease George with, however, Neville was simply too sweet to be used as a pawn.
âDonât get me wrong, heâs very sweet. But heâs just a friend,â George looked almost satisfied with that answer, his usual scowl making an appearance once again.
âHe could do better.â It was a barefaced lie. Neville couldnât do better than you. In fact, George was of the firm belief that nobody could do better than you.
âOf course he could, heâs quite the charmer,â you spoke wistfully, finally giving Fred the show heâd been hoping for, as you egged George on.
George pretended to think for a moment, âIâm sure he is. Personally I think youâd be more suited to Filch, although, Iâve heard his standards are quite high.â
You took the boy by surprise when you laughed, the airy giggle left your mouth had such a profound effect on George that he almost wished heâd kept his mouth shut. His heart was leaping and there were butterflies beginning to form in his stomach, he physically had to will himself not to stare at you in awe when your eyes turned to meet his. The glow of the fire only aided in showing him how gorgeous those stupid eyes of yours are. âMmm, yeah I suppose I should lower my expectations,â you paused briefly and mimicked Georgeâs earlier motion of pretending to mull over your options. Your next action had Fred practically howling with laughter.
âYouâre available, arenât you Georgie?â Youâd asked in a mock sultry tone, leaning towards him and lightly brushing your hand down his arm. Loving the way he choked on air you got up from the sofa, not before shooting him a wink, and sauntered towards the portrait hole, âIâll be in the kitchens. See ya later, sexy.â You directed the last part at George, who looked as though heâd been frozen in time as Fredâs laughter grew in volume.
Upon entering the kitchen, the house elves had fussed around you, handing you food at any given opportunity. You had finished eating a while ago, you were currently nursing a hot cup of tea while chatting away to one of the house elves, only to be interrupted by someone else entering the kitchen.
He set his sights on you and quickly moved to the seat across from you, a look of urgency on his face that reminded you of Fred, âWhatever he told you. Itâs not true,â you raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea uncaringly.
âMind elaborating?â You asked tiredly.
âFred.â
âThank you, George, very clear and helpful,â you grumbled sarcastically and the boy let out a huff.
âYou were acting different. You know something. What did he tell you?â George demanded through gritted teeth and you only deflated against your chair. It always boggled your mind how everyone described George as the nicer of the twins.
Not answering, you decided to start asking your own questions, âCan I ask you something?â
âSeems like youâre going to no matter what I say,â he sighed out as an elf pottered up to him and handed him a cup full of hot tea. He took it gently and thanked the elf with such sincerity that you wished you hadnât seen the exchange, simply because it stung to know heâd never treat you with that level of sincerity.
âWhy do you hate me so much?â He sat frozen for a second. Your tone of voice took him by surprise. It was needy bordering on desperate, nothing like heâd ever heard you speak before, not to him anyway.
George took a sip of his tea and shrugged as if the question was a stupid one, âI donât.â A cold, humourless laugh came from you in response, the kind of laugh that made his stomach drop.
âBollox. Iâm being serious, George. Tell me what it is about me that makes me so insufferable to you!â You exclaimed, heart rate increasing and tone raising in octaves as you felt yourself growing more upset by his reserved expression.
George let out a heavy sigh, the jig was about to be up. You were upset and merlin was he tired of pretending that he didnât want you in every way, shape and form.
âDo you really want to know?â
âYes.â There was no trace of hesitance or uncertainty in your voice, at this point you didnât care what the answer was you just had to know.
âFine,â he said all too casually and you knew by his tone that he, as per usual, wasnât taking you seriously. âI donât hate you. The only insufferable thing about you is how annoyingly gorgeous-â you cut him off right then, with a scoff of pure disbelief.
Shaking your head rapidly, you stood from your chair and all but stormed out of the kitchen. His footsteps began to echoed behind you a few corridors later, he wouldâve caught up to you sooner had your response to his would be confession not left him completely immobile. He called your name but you didnât stop. You couldnât stop. Tears stung your eyes and you absolutely refused to let him know that heâd managed to bring you to the point of tears. Not that it was the first time.
âBloody hell, Y/n! Hold on would you?â He called, finally getting close enough to reach out and grab your wrist. He spun you around to face him and quickly placed his hands on your upper arms to stop you from doing another runner. When he took you in he swore heâd never hate himself more than he did the moment he looked at you to see your eyes filled with tears, small drops escaping and carving a trail down your cheeks while you sniffed miserably.
âWhat?â You snapped, hostility the only thing you felt like offering the ginger in the moment. His brown eyes bored into yours with so much intensity but they held something you didnât recognise. They looked sad, almost.
âI wasnât making fun of you.â He stated honestly but you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes set in a glare.
âThen what were you doing?â You croaked, letting your tears fall freely as the damage was already done. The sinking of your stomach and the tightening of your chest didnât do a thing to ease your mind as Georgeâs hands squeezed your arms.
He licked his lips quickly, he felt theyâd become unbearably dry, and then slowly, he let his hands trail down your arms and took your smaller hands into his own. He hoped you were feeling the same electricity he was when he touched you.
âIâve been a prick to you. You didnât deserve it and Iâm sorry.â He sounded sincere, but you second guessed him. For all you knew it was just some elaborate prank, Fred was probably in on it too.
When your gaze didnât soften, he continued to speak, âSo I understand why you wouldnât believe me when I tell you that I donât hate you. But I just-â he cut himself off with a heavy sigh.
âYou just what?â You squeaked when his eyes spent a moment too long observing your lips. You hardly had time to register the feeling of his hands leaving yours before they were cupping your cheeks instead. âWhatâre you doing?â You wondered, completely dazed by the way he stared at you. His warm hands holding your face causing your stomach to jolt in an entirely different sensation than before. As much as you wanted to push him away and tell him to shove his apology, you couldnât help but take him in. His lips were parted ever so slightly and his cheeks were flushed, probably from chasing you through the castle, his hair was disheveled and merlin he looked like he wanted to kiss you.
Your question floated in the air, completely unanswered. Next thing you knew his lips were on yours. He kissed you as if you were oxygen and heâd just been drowning and you couldnât help but move your lips harmonically against his too. Your hands clutched his wrists as he continued to cradle your cheeks. In all honesty you werenât sure at what point heâd backed you against the wall, or at what point his tongue had entered your mouth or when exactly his hands had migrated to your hips, yours now tangled in his hair. His body was pressed flush against yours and the small groans heâd let out when you tugged at his hair or ran your tongue against his made you realise that you couldnât care less if this was one big prank or joke. It was happening and thatâs all you cared about.
Even as he reluctantly pulled away, he chased your lips with several shorter kisses before separating entirely. He rested his forehead against yours, his guard completely down now as he admired your swollen lips and heaving chest. The feeling of your fingers in his hair made it nearly impossible for him to keep his lips detached from yours, âYouâve no idea how many times Iâve thought about doing that.â
Your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was lying, when you found none you finally let yourself smile. A similar smile formed on Georgeâs face, âI meant what I said earlier. I really do think youâre annoyingly gorgeous,â the boy silently praised himself when you let out a cute giggle.
âYouâre quite cute too. When youâre not running that massive mouth of yours,â you teased although you werenât really joking, to your surprise George let out a bellowing laugh before placing a fluttering kiss against your lips.
When he pulled away again he looked around the hallway, as if he only now realised where he was. Luckily nobody was wandering the halls since curfew was fast approaching and the unwelcoming cold that occupied the hallways left little reason for students or staff to be out and about. George slid his hand into yours again, this time intertwining your fingers with his. He gave you a hopeful glance and asked, âDo you wanna go somewhere?â
You nodded your head and let him tug you into one of the abandoned astronomy classrooms on the upper floor of the castle, Filch rarely ever patrolled up there which is why George decided on it. As well as that, since the classroom, which had been out of use for a good few years, had been used for astronomy the ceiling was bewitched to reflect the night sky.
George hadnât come to this particular class in a while but thinking on his feet he remembered the cupboard at the back of the classroom used to hold blankets, he remembered when the classroom had been in use during his first year, students would be all but freezing during the winter, so theyâd stocked the classroom with blankets to be brought out during the colder months.
He made his way over to the cupboard and grinned happily when his hand landed on a rather large woollen blanket. The material was scratchy but it would do for what he needed it for. He grabbed one more blanket from the dusty press before he made his way back over to you.
George suppressed a chuckle as he watched you, your face completely turned up, watching the stars on the ceiling with awe in your eyes. He busied himself with laying the wool blanket out on the bare floor, the room was devoid of tables and chairs so he didnât have to worry about finding a space. Once he was finished, he plopped down on the blanket and expectantly patted the empty space beside him, âCome on then, sit down,â he urged and you finally tore your eyes away from the charmed ceiling.
A small laugh left your lips when you settled yourself down beside him, he wasted no time in covering the pair of you in the second blanket. With an exaggerated sigh he laid back and waited for you to do the same, he turned on his side to face you when you did. In contrast to earlier, George had an air of nervousness about him as he deftly took your hand and began playing with your fingers, not meeting your eyes. âJust out of curiosity,â he began quietly, making eye contact with you now, âWhat exactly did Fred tell you?â
His question forced a somewhat smug smirk to crawl onto your lips and you couldnât help but take the opportunity to tease him. You leaned up on your elbows and twisted slightly so you could look down at him, trying not to waste too much time admiring the view, you answered him, âOh, nothing really. Your lovely twin just happened to mention that you had a very eventful potions class the other dayâŚâ you trailed off, biting back a smile as he groaned.
âMhm and what was it that he said you smelled from the amortentia?â You poked his cheek and he closed his eyes, a tiny smile growing on his face despite his blushing cheeks. âCloudberriesâŚoh! And daisies, now, what was the other thing? Let me think-â you pretended to ponder before George cut you off by pulling you down on him and pressing his lips to yours in a kiss much softer than any of the others.
âSummer breezes,â he whispered against your lips before connecting them again, âIt smelled like you,â and with that his hand snaked to the nape of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours, pouring all of his feelings into it, hoping it was enough. In all honesty, now that heâd felt what it was like to love you, he didnât think heâd ever be able to go back to pretending to hate you.
Once he pulled away you were completely breathless, however, George seemed to have more to say. âI donât want us to go back to the way we were,â absentmindedly you brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking the red strands soothingly as he continued to confide in you, his voice, face and body completely vulnerable to you. Something about him trusting you with his feelings reassured you that his intentions were pure and banished any notion you possessed of the whole thing being a joke, âI didnât like it, acting like that but you were always so unbothered that I felt like I had keep one upping you,â he confessed.
âYou always gave me this feeling in my stomach whenever youâd come over to the Burrow with your parents when we were little and I didnât understand it. I just thought that it mustâve meant I didnât like youâŚâ George seemed to get lost in his own mind as he gazed at you regretfully, his fingers trailed the length of your spine sofly, âBy the time I realised, we were both older and I suppose I just thought you couldnât feel the same âcause I made you hate me,â you hummed in acknowledgment, your fingers still working his hair, keeping it out of his eyes that looked at you so intently that you couldâve drowned in them and died happy.
âBut then the other night after dinner Angie slapped me upside the head and talked my ear off about how out of order Iâd beenâobviously I agree with her! You werenât even talking to me but Neville was complimenting you and I donât know⌠just got possessive,â he muttered the last part, losing some confidence but regained it upon seeing the little smile on your lips. âThen Ron looked about ready to push me off the astronomy tower when I saw him this evening. Blimey, I knew it had to have something to do with you since Harry was snippy too.â You had to laugh at the exhausted look on his face when he recalled your two best friends.
Mockingly, you gave him a stern look and clicked your tongue, âWell, perhaps if you werenât so mean to me all of this couldâve been avoided,â George groaned once again, feeling guilty he pulled you even closer and buried his face in your neck.
âMâsorry,â you carded your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his head. Your lips against his head caused him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, âForgive me?â He asked, a cute pout on his lips.
âIâll think about it,â you teased, giggling at the offended look on his face. George let out a dissatisfied sigh, he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before giving you a toothy smile.
âDonât worry, love. I plan on making it up to you.â
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33 - Just Friends...We're Always More
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Exiting the kitchen of the restaurant I passed Mandy while I went to grab some menus hearing the door bell ring so I turned on my heels dropping them on the floor seeing my daughter and Georgie standing at the hostiest stand waiting to be seated. "Uh hi Georgie, what exactly are you doing here?" It felt weird even though he's technically the father of my child.
"Well, this little one wanted to come watch mommy work. Plus, she loves their chicken fingers and tator tots." He responded, holding her in his arms, causing me to hold the menus closer to my chest immediately thinking about tator tots the second he said it.
Clearing my throat, I knew I needed to focus on my job right now. "Great. Right this way, you two." Putting them in a booth, he hands me back the menus, ordering a cheeseburger and what my daughter likes. But he grabbed my wrist, gently pulling me to a stop.
"After you're shift would you be open to spending the evening with me?" His brown eyes locked onto mine while Aurora was coloring in a picture with scribbles.
Biting my lip, I nodded slowly, heading back inside the kitchen. "Sure. I just have to find someone to watch Aurora."
"What's got you so upset?" Mandy entered the kitchen, seeing me leaning up against the wall, still holding tightly onto the menus instead of putting them back on the host stand. "You act like you've seen a ghost."
Running a hand through my hair, I throw my head back against the wall. Hearing plates slid over to me, telling me I had to go back out there and face Georgie even though part of me didn't want to. "The father of my child is out there right now with her...the problem is I got in a car accident, and I don't remember ever loving him. But now, every once and a while, he says something that makes me more confused than I already am. What do I do?"
"If he hasn't ever broken your heart or been mean to your daughter, I'd say give him a chance. Who is so adorable, by the way." She asked, picking up the plates and handing them to me after taking the menus, pushing me towards the doorway.
An hour after my shift was over, I actually got Mandy to agree to watch Aurora since Missy was hanging out with friends for the night. Pulling a red flannel on with some ripped jeans, I let my hair fall loose down my back. Slipping on some tenna shoes, I opened the front door, seeing him wearing a Jean jacket and some dark blue jeans holding up a bag of to go food from Diary Queen. "I brought you a Chili cheese dog and a peanut butter shake since they were always your favorite. Then I thought we could star gazing or rad my meemaw's house for fire crackers like we did the first night we kissed."
"Wait, we really messed with fire crackers?" I asked, taking the bag from his hands as he closed the door behind him, entering the kitchen searching through the cabinets.
He pulled down a small box showing me them as I had part of the Chilli dog in my mouth almost dropping it on the kitchen table. "You wanna try one out for old times sake. Since my meemaw's out bowling tonight?"
"I guess it couldn't hurt as long as we don't set her house on fire." I shrugged my shoulders sitting down my food following him out the backdoor.
"You know she actually said that to me the night we first did this." He pointed out making me chuckle nervously. "Thankfully that didn't happen. I would be upset if it caught my hair.
Stopping in my tracks he pulled the first one out tossing it across the yard almost not hearing me mumble under my breath. "I would've been too.." The firecracker hit the ground creating a loud boom where I almost covered my ears as a smile graces my face.
"Can I try one?" I whispered feeling sort of comfortable with the whole idea as if i had really done this before with him. Just the two of us outside alone like this.
He stepped up handing me one after lighting it for me. Closing my eyes for a second I then tossed it towards the fence hearing the boom when it hits against the fence. "That was awesome. I can't believe I forgot I did this - woah." I started jumping around in excitement but my left foot gets hooked on a rock where I almost tumbled to the dirt.
"I've got ya, darlin'." Georgie quickly wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer into his embrace before I could fall.
My hands clutched the fabric of his Jean jacket as my eyes drifted up to his and without thinking I mumbled leaning in and kissing him. "Georgie..." He leans into the kiss sitting me on my feet wrapping his arms around my waist deepening it.
"I love you, Y/n....you're the only girl I've ever loved...I want you to come back please." He mumbled in between kisses when one of my hands starts twisting his curls in between my fingers until I gasped pulling away from the kiss grabbing my head seeing memories flash before my eyes.
He kisses back wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. "It's not that I don't want to - I'm just scared. But I won't be as long as I'm kissing the man I love."
"I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."
He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan"
Leaning forward pressing his lips onto mine. "I'll love you always, Georgie Cooper."
"I'll love you always too, Y/n." He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on mine.
Georgie gently grabs my forearms searching to figure out what was wrong. "Y/n, what's wrong. What hurts. I'll take you to the hospital let's go." He started to pick me up bridal style until I grabbed his face in my hands crashing his lips onto mine again.
"I love you..." I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck smiling as I felt happy tears fall down my face.
He squeezes my waist moving his hands down with a confused look on his face not understanding what I had said. "What did you say, Y/n?"
Leaning up on my toes I crashed my lips onto his more passionate this time so when I broke it we were both heavily breathing. "I remember, Georgie. I remember everything about you, about us. I love you and I'm sorry-"
He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in for a tight hug. Wrapping my arms around him I bury my face into his neck feeling him starting to cry too before the back door opened hearing his meemaw gasp in shock. "I thought I got rid of all those packs of firecrackers. What the hell are you two doing out here?" Breaking the hug I wasn't concerned if she was mad with us right now all that was important was that I was back with him.
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Is That My Bra? || Fred Weasley
Character: Fred Weasley
Word Count: 1.9k
Requested: No
Summary: Things get heated when Fred steals your favorite bra from your room
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever created it
A/N: This is my first piece of writing here, please let me know what you think! I hope y'all like it :)
PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)
George walked back to the small circle of Lee and Fred, a triumphant look on his face. Proudly he lifted up his left pant leg, showing his now clean shaven leg.
âDone,â George declared, causing Lee and Fred to both fall back in laughter.
âNice job Georgie,â Fred said, after composing himself. âYou wait until Angelina sees that.â
George grinned. âTheyâre only going to make her fancy me more.â
Lee snorted at Georgeâs comment, finding the shaven legs more horrifying than attractive. âGet on with it George, itâs your turn.â
George looked between the two of them, before he landed on Fred. âFreddie my boy, dare or dare?â
The three had originally been playing truth or dare, but after nobody picking truth for seven rounds, they had changed the name to dare or dare. For the last forty-five minutes, the three of them had been sent on a wide range of tasks, from streaking through the charms corridor (Lee got a weeks worth of detention for that) to making a dirty comment in the ear of an unsuspecting Hufflepuff.
Fred pretended to think. âHmm, I think Iâll go with dare.â
George looked around the common room, trying to come with a suitable dare for his brother.
His eyes landed on you, who was just making your way down the stairs from the girls dormitories. Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, were with you, and the three of you were laughing at a joke Alicia had said.
You turned, feeling someoneâs eyes on you and sent George a look. He waved back wildly, and you raised an eyebrow, waving back to him.
You followed the girls out of the common room, heading towards the kitchens for an evening snack.
George turned back to the two boys with a wide grin on his face. âI dare you Fred to steal Y/Nâs bra.â
Lee busted out laughing once more as Fred turned to George. âEasy,â he replied confidently, getting up from the circle.
A smirk played on his lips as he made his way towards the stairs up to the girls dormitories. He was only six steps up when the stairs flattened out, producing a slide that sent Fred tumbling back down into the common room.
George bent over laughing at his brother, who was now splayed across the floor and had attracted the attention of the few people present in the room.
âJackass,â Fred muttered, picking himself up. âYou knew that was going to happen.â
âI didnât, I swear,â George defended between laughs.
Fred continued to glower, not buying it. âGive me a new dare, I canât do this one.â
Georgeâs laughter faded, his expression turning to one of thought as he tried to find a way around the stairs.
âWe could go get your broom,â Lee suggested.
Fred nodded. âThat could-â He let out a small yelp as he felt his feet leave the ground.
Looking down, he saw that he was now hovering six inches in the air and his brother was pointing his wand at home in concentration.
Lee let out a whoop of excitement as George lifted him up the steps.
Fred now stood at the top of the stairs, rubbing his head from where George had âaccidentlyâ bumped him into the wall.
âGo get the bra!â George yelled, causing a third year to fix the three with a horrified expression.
Fred walked down the narrow hallway, trying to locate your dormitory. After finding the right one, he pushed open the door, pausing for a moment to take in the sheer amount of clothes that littered the floor. He found your bed easily by the large Holyhead Harpies blanket that was stretched across the top. He himself had given it to you for your birthday last year.
Fredâs eyes landed on your trunk and a large smirk filled his face. Resting on top was a set of clothes, and beneath the shirt he could see the straps of a lacie red bra.
Fred slid down the stairs not three minutes later, sitting back down in the circle and triumphantly showing the boys your bra.
George applauded loudly, but immediately stopped when he caught sight of you coming back though the portrait hole with Alicia and Angelina, all three of you balancing numerous sweet treats in your arms.
âShit,â George hissed, âitâs Y/N.â
Fredâs eyes widened and he quickly shoved your bra into his book bag that laid beside him, filled with the homework he had yet to do.
You walk past without a second glance though, heading up to your dorm.
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The following morning you stood in your dorm, running late for breakfast as you hastily flipped through the clothes in your trunk.
âAre you okay?â Alicia asked, already dressed for the day.
âYeah,â you replied absently, again rechecking all your clothes. âI just canât seem to find my bra. Did one of you two take it? Itâs the red one.â
Angelina snorted. âYou know redâs not my color,â she stated, leaning over your shoulder to look in your trunk. âJust wear something else.â
You pursed your lips. âI picked this one out because it goes with my top for the party tonight, I have to find it!â
âYou mean the top youâre going to wear for Fred?â Angelina asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
You rolled your eyes. âNo you daft doxie!â You exclaimed, giving your best friend a playful shove. âYou and I both know thatâs a load of horse crap.â
Angelina only winked back, causing you to shove her again.
Annoyed at your bad luck, you glared at your clothes once more. You knew you had set it out just last night so you could find it the next morning. Now where had it gone?
After three more searches through your trunk, which only seemed to make it messier and more difficult to look through, you settled for a black sports bra instead, not your favorite but it would have to do.
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After morning classes you found yourself running late to lunch after going back up to your dorm to grab the transfiguration essay you had forgotten to put in your bag that morning. Hustling down the stairs, your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you had missed breakfast.
Your pace quickened, rounding the corner into the charms corridor where you immediately crashed into an unsuspecting student.
âShit,â you said, as you rather ungracefully stumbled back. Losing your footing, you landed on the floor painfully.
âDamn Iâm sorry Y/N,â someone said, and you looked up to see Fred sprawled across the floor across from you, his twin not too far away, trying to hide his snickers.
âDonât-â
You had barely started speaking when your eyes landed on Fredâs bag, which had slid across the floor in the impact. Your attention was drawn to the red lacie strap which was peeking out from inside.
The twins followed your gaze, Fredâs face turning into one of surprise as he had completely forgotten that he hadnât taken your bra out of his bag last night, whilst George doubled over in a silent laughter.
âIs that my bra?â you asked bluntly, turning to stare at Fred.
âI best be going,â George said, giving you two a little waive, âhave fun with that brother.â
You turned to Fred again. âIs that my bra?â you repeated.
Fredâs look of shock twisted into a smirk. âQuite possibly love.â
âHow- What-â you struggled to find the right words. Finally you resorted to just saying. âYou took that from my room.â
Fred nodded. âYup, sounds about right.â
You turned to look at your bra once more, and Fred, sensing what you were going to do, dove for it just as you did. He was far closer, reaching it first though you landed on top of him just seconds later, your hand trying to grip the undergarment.
âGive it to me,â you hissed, as he held it behind his head and out of your reach.
Fred looked up at you, from where he was positioned underneath, his smirk only widening. âYou know I hadnât pegged you as a top, Y/N,â he said cheekily. âWe might have some control issues later.â
You glared down at him, but he only winked back.
âShut the hell up and give me the damn bra,â you snapped, lunging forward.
Fred firmly placed his free hand on your waist, holding you back.
âYouâll need to do better than that L/N,â he taunted.
You were now royally pissed off and desperately wanted to hex that smirk right off his face. You look back to where your bag had fallen several yards back, judging how fast you could reach your wand.
âDonât bother love,â Fred said, reading your thoughts. âI wonât let you get that far.â He squeezed your hips for good measure.
âNow do tell me,â he asked lazily, his hand that was on your waist beginning to slide up your shirt. âWhy is this particular bra so important?â
You slapped his hand, but that only seemed to provoke him more as his thumb was now beginning to trace circles on your stomach. Quickly, you glanced down the hall to make sure it was empty, thank Merlin it was lunch. You and Fred were still in a rather compromising position, something he seemed to indicate wouldnât change anytime soon. Normally you would have been rather content with this too, but currently you were far too focused on retrieving your stolen bra and the redhead beneath you wasnât doing anything to lessen your annoyance.
âI need it for the party tonight,â you finally grumbled.
Fred pretended to think. âThat is a rather convincing argument, you should have started with that earlier. I as much as the next guy would be quite curious of this outfit.â
You flushed red, picturing the rather see through top in your head.
Fred smirked at your discomfort, his hand rising up your back. With no warning, he pulled you down, causing you to let out a gasp when your face reached a mere few inches from his.
âI am very curious of this outfit,â he repeated, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.
You felt your heart rate quicken. His warm breath hit your face and you struggled not to sigh. Youâre still angry at him, you tried to remind yourself.
Fredâs hand that was slithering up your back had now reached your bra and he let out a huff of annoyance. âDamn, sports bra, youâre killing me L/N.â
This time you were the one who smirked. âI would have been wearing that bra if you hadnât taken it.â
âNow where would we be if I had done that?â Fred asked quietly, before pressing his lips against yours.
Almost instantly you kissed him back, your mouths moving together in sync. You felt Fred smirk against your mouth before he flipped you, causing you to let out a small yelp as you found yourself now looking up at him.
âIâm always on top,â he whispered huskily, crashing his mouth against yours once more.
Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His landed on your body, dropping your now forgotten bra on the floor. They traced your skin, running up your stomach and, despite Fredâs complaints, still managing to get beneath your bra.
âFred,â you muttered against his mouth. âCan I have my bra back?â
âOnly if I get to be the one to take it off you tonight.â
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