#georgie weasley

[dreamy29]

George Weasley as your boyfriend <3

Hi<3 I hope you like the headcannons and I can already hint that there will be more parts of this format (I'm so sorry, but English is not my mother tongue, I hope you can still read and understand everything)

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Preview: Headcannons, how Georgie would be as a boyfriend he is such a good choice

I would say he would be a bit suspicious of you in the first week

but not so obvious

he would be just as loving and funny as after that week

but he always has an ulterior motive, it's actually much more of a fear

he thinks that maybe you don't really love him after all, but are just with him because you want to get to Fred

all his life he's always had to be content with being just one of the Wesley twins and that Fred was always the better known and more popular twin

it's a small detail, but everyone always says "Fred and George"

he first became aware of you when he heard you talking to your friends about him and his twin brother and you said "George and Fred"

but you keep convincing him that you love him and love him for being George Fabian Weasley and not for being able to bring you closer to his twin brother

after this is clarified and he really believes you he is so loving

likes to play pranks on you with his brother, but only gentle pranks that end in an apologetic kiss on the cheek

Pda wherever you are, but only certain pda after all, he is of course much more intimate in private

sweet pecks on the cheek, playing with your hands and putting an arm around you

sorry, but he just can't hold back

you're his comfort person

even the slightest touch triggers the feeling in him

the feeling of never being second choice again, and that voice… that voice that whispers to him that he is loved, appreciated and needed

and whenever, whenever he looks into her eyes… Then he sees this light… this light that warms him when he is almost freezing to death, this light that illuminates his path in the darkest moments, he loves this light and would like to be with this light forever, with your light. With you…

Napdates, where you simply go to a random place for half an hour and sleep there together

Bonus points if the place is comfortable, such as a bed or a sofa, but also works with a school desk

once when he asked you about it after a long back and forth, you said enthusiastically: "Yes of course, Georgie! "

It was wonderful

you slept on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room, snuggled up together, warm and overjoyed

of course Fred had to make fun of it again, in a respectful way of course

he would give anything to cuddle with you

sometimes you learn together

actually only you study and George looks at you dreamily when you are particularly absorbed in a book

has an ego boost when you're at a Quidditch match and you're carrying a flag that says "Georgie!" on it

he always looks into the crowd just to see you in one of his Wesley jumpers, in a fiery red with a G and your flag on it

he's never felt so supported

Cuddling him after an exhausting match

comforting him after a lost match

visit him in the hospital wing, hold his hand when he's injured and kiss his forehead

always end up hiding under the bed when Madame Pompfrey comes round and still be there all the time to watch over him even when he's asleep

Attention!: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. The credits go to the original owners. If you want something to be changed or removed, just write me and I will try to fulfil your request as soon as possible.

Byyee~

[augustiscoquette]

who I write for

who I write for, and what I write for them.

Luke castellen - show (smut,fluff, and angst)

Charlie Bushnell (smut, fluff, angst)

Walker scobell (fluff,angst)

Georgie Cooper (smut,fluff,angst)

All of the sturniolos (smut,fluff,angst)

Both Weasley twins (smut, fluff)

Ryan Reynolds/his characters (smut,fluff)

Renee rapp/Regina George (smut,fluff,angst)

That's all, but if anymore come along I'll be sure to let all of y'all know!

Requests are open.

AND I NEED MORE MOOTS

RIP GEORGE COOPER 😔🕊️

[slaymybreathaway]

Love Potion (George Weasley x Reader)

Part 2 of ?

Content: George's POV, some pining

Word Count: 524

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♡ George's POV ♡

I ran down the stairs to the common room. Harry's invisibility cloak, which I had stolen from his dorm a few minutes prior, hung over my left arm. "Right, I got it. What ingredients did you say you needed again?" I asked.

Y/n sat cross-legged infront of the fireplace, setting up her cauldron to brew the potion. She looked up at me when I asked my question, before standing up with a quill in her hand. "Gimme your hand,"

Without question, I pushed out my hand for her to take. She grasped my hand in hers to hold it steady as she wrote all of the ingredients that she needed to make the potion effectively. "I really don't trust your memory," she explained, softly blowing air on the back of my hand to dry the ink before letting go of it.

I rolled my eyes dramatically in fake offence. "Excuse me, my memory is excellent if you must know Ms... um- sorry what's your name again," I joked, a smile spreading across my face as y/n pushed me in the direction of the exit.

"Go on now, and be careful . I don't think Harry would be too happy with you getting his cloak confiscated because you got caught stealing the ingredients to a love potion," she ordered, crossing her arms.

"Yes ma'am," I saluted, making her chuckle. Her smile was the last thing I saw before I threw the cloak over my head and exited out the tunnel that led to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Since she was sleeping, she didn't notice me sneaking out so I could wander around the castle without the fear of getting snitched on. I quietly made my way down the staircase, across the castle and down to the dungeons; where the potions classroom was.

Walking over to the shelf which stored all of the ingredients, I pulled the cloak off my head and lit my wand so that I could see the hundreds of dust-covered jars infront of me. How the fuck was I supposed to figure out what was what here?

Using the light of my wand I looked down at my hand to see what I was supposed to be getting. Written in black ink was y/n's cursive handwriting which read:

- two pieces of sulfur shelf mushroom

- 3 fairy wings

- lavender oil

I ran my thumb over the words she had written and flexed my hand as I remembered how she had held it in hers, so gently as if I was fragile or something special to be taken care of.

I shook my head, getting the thoughts of her featherlight touch out of my mind as I turned my attention towards gathering the ingredients. It was bad enough doing this for purely selfish reasons, the least I could do was get the ingredients right.

After about 20 minuted of searching through every jar and glass bottle, I found the things that she asked for. I put them in my pocket and throw the cloak back over my head and making my way back up the the common room.

Story Taglist:

@bohemianrhapsody86 @slut4uconnwbb @hmisa11

[gyomeisfavoritetoy]

Modern AU\Open characters!

My headcanons for their sexuality!

Severus Snape- I can see his being bicurious with a heavy female lean. Only one man has ever caught his attention, but that's a secret for another day.

Remus Lupin- MFer is your gay coded yet somehow straight uncle. Definitely has kissed a dude before but it wasn't his thing. I can see him leaning a bit closer to demisexual and closet bi.

Sirius Black- gay

Fred Weasley- bisexual ass bitch. He never came out though. Not caus he was scared, just cause he doesn't see the point. If he marries a dude, hus family will know. If not, they won't. Oh well.

George Weasley- unlike his twin, he's just an ally.

Mattheo Riddle- Omnisexual and in denai

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Tengen Uzui- Pansexual Hypersexual Polyamorous. I think it fits him. I've always seen him as pan, dunno why.

Kyojuro Rengoku- abrosexual. He doesn't know what his sexuality is yet, it seems to always be changing. He hasn't realized that's possible.

Mitsuri Kanroji- Bisexual and PROUD. Girly goes to pride parades.

Sanemi (I can't spell his last name)- Sorry to break it to you, but he's... unlabeled. He is into dick and chicks, but hates using labels.

Gyomei Himejima- my innocent baby that I love so. I have to break my own heart and tell you all, he's probably straight.

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(imma mix big bang theory and young Sheldon, sorry)

Sheldon Cooper- My sweet baby is bicurious in the romantic department, but straight in the sexual one.

Georgie Cooper- Doesn't know that anything other than gay and straight exist, so is in eternal turmoil as he likes both. Is bi and may never know.

Amy Fowler- Straight. She's fine with LGBTQ+ though.

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That's enough for today. Pt 2 maybe tomorrow? Idk. Maybe even later today.

[cherry-pop-elf]

I’m obsessed with baking, and I’m obsessed with the Weasley twins. This is my whole personality wrapped in one big bow. Yall are gonna deal with it because life’s to short and imma enjoy this.

I expect SO MUCH Weasley twins cooking/baking Drabbles, art, headcanons, what have you

Pls

[lilly-hunter]

i give up on making my own story so I'm turning to fanfiction but I don't know what to do for a love interest

[lafleshlumpeater]

april fools

HAPPY BDAY FRED AND GEORGE OUR KINGSSS

"ViKtOr I lUv YaH, vIcToR i DoOoO"

"but im your brother..."

"TEN GALLEONS"

"say it five times, fast"

"babbling bumbling band of baboons."

"babbling bumbling band of baboons."

"pathetic! of all ear- related humour, you go for hOlY"

"thaaaaankk you"

"shut up."

"READY WHEN YOU ARE GEORGE!!"

"yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we ended up specky scraWNY, GITS, 5EVAH!!!"

"whots this rubbish he says"

"george, if you will." "i SoLeMnLy SwEaR tHaT i Am Up To No GoOd."

"everyone."

"where they are."

"what theyre doing."

"of every minute."

"of every day."

"very clever harry"

"but not clever enough."

"besides, we've got a better way..."

i love them sm ughhh

and this is late bc i thought i queued it but obviously not

none of these pictures are mine btw

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

✦୨⎯ elle's 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 ⎯୧✦

° inspired by fern's about me!

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ stuff :

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hii!!! i'm your local george weasley enthusiast! you can also call me elle hehe

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'm filipino!!! 🇵🇭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my birthday's on the 14th of may

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i sort of play the guitar

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'm ashamed to admit this but i (used to) play a lot of league of legends :') lillia mains wya!!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'm sixteen and i graduated from secondary school before even taking my finals (???!?!?!?) this year, infp-t and a retired kombucha specialist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ funny story, my best friend got me into harry potter because she introduced me to george weasley. let me just say it was love at first google search

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'm a taurus rising, i completely forgot my other two HAHA

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i'm an (exhausted) art student and i'm definitely abandoning my path in the arts to pursue health sciences for a more stable career path :')

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ just know that when i'm not writing i'm either reading reading stuff on ao3 (running away from responsibilities at this point) or in school trying to pull through or worshipping the ground trigonometry walks on

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i LOVE :

° my chemical romance, mitski, liana flores, lamp, sleeping at last, and if "this side of paradise" starts to play i'm down on the ground crying because it reminds me so much of george

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ if it weren't for my best friend, i probably wouldn't be on tumblr here with you guys writing my heart out for the George community :')

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ what even is final year anymore!! finals year or my final year?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ literature class is like, my only form of escape in school

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ more stuff :

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my fav movies:

° spirited away, heathers, but i'm a cheerleader!, all the hp movies, howl's moving castle, in this corner of the world, the boy in the striped pyjamas, schindler's list

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my fav songs:

° THIS SIDE OF PARADISE - coyote theory, turnig page - sleeping at last, tired - beabadoobee, no more what ifs - lyn

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my fav food:

° herbal chicken soup, macarons, leche flan, ciabatta sandwiches, buttered croissants, WATERMELON (specifically sliced into cubes), mango (also cubed)

[ will be updated in another 6 months if i remember to :') ]

[wzrd-wheezes]

happy valentine’s day to george weasley <3

[crownofdecitreadingrespectfully]

*holds up a lighter and sways back and forth*

The Only Exception

Request:   @durmstrange​ hello!! can I request a song prompt for George with the only exception by paramore? 🧡 love your work so much! 

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) swears that she will never fall in love. George is determined to change that

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None that I can think of

(gif from google)

You watched as George’s chest rose and fell in the rhythm of his breathing. His eyes were closed and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he dreamt, the warm early morning sun gracing his features. You studied him from your side of the bed, one arm slipped under your pillow and one caressing George’s arm. You smiled as he slept, in awe of the fact that you were so lucky. And a warmth filled your body as you gazed at him, an indescribable feeling that filled your senses and made your brain and heart feel like they were on fire. It was a feeling that you had so long avoided and so long swore that you would never feel. But here you were, next to George, feeling overwhelmed by a feeling you had always said never existed. Love.

You were eight years old when your dad had left, leaving the broken shell of your mother behind him. He had cried as he walked out, regretting the action that put him in this position. A drunken night after work he had broken the vow that he had made to his wife all those years ago. Through broken sobs he swore that he still loved her and proclaimed it as she threw his belongings at him, screaming at him to get out of the house. You had watched from the top of the stairs, your head poking through the bars of the banister, tears sliding down your cheeks.

Your parents had always seemed so impossibly in love; the lingering touches and sweet kisses that they shared and the way they looked at each other led you to believe that they were the epitome of what love was. But you watched as they yelled and fought and decided right then and there that you were wrong. People who loved each other couldn’t cause this type of pain. And if what your parents had wasn’t love, you knew that the feeling didn’t really exist.

You stalked into your room and pulled out the storybook your father had gifted you for your seventh birthday. Your parents used to read it to you before bed, you snuggled between the two of them as they told the epic stories of romance and intrigue, always pointing to the princess and her savior and saying, ��look! It’s just like Mommy and Daddy!” You threw the book in a box of your father’s belongings, waiting for it to disappear forever in the same way that your father had. Because that was all that love was, a fairytale.

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[dreamy29]

Team George Fabian Weasley

Repost/like if you are Team Georgie

I luv hiiimmmm

[augustiscoquette]

IM SORRY YALL

so I keep getting people in my inbox and requests, with people calling me stuff because I post things that may not be related to things in all of the hashtags of stuff I do. I'M NEW TO TUMBLR I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS LIKE AN UNSPOKEN RULE NOT TO DO THAT.

IM SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY I'll stop being annoying now it only post things that regard the post.

[fleurdeladore]

this song never fails to make me collapse to the floor while thinking about george

[wreckofawriter]

Only If You Catch Me

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pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred had always been frustrated by your endeavors with other men, especially other men that always looked quite a bit like him. after a disastrous mistake during quidditch practice you find yourself wondering how you had never seen fred Weasley in the light you saw him in now

word count: 4.4k

warnings: jealousy, language (maybe?), only proof read once so sorry for any mistakes!

a/n: this is my first big piece in ages, I hope you guys enjoy and im so sorry for my prolonged absence i fell off on writing for a while and im just now getting back to it

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Some things were just facts, plain and simple; the sky is blue, two and two is four and you had a type.

“Another ginger I see.” Alicia murmured as you sat down across from her, pints of butter beer clinking together. Your eyes were locked with a pretty freckled boy by the bar. 

You huffed even though she was quite right, this must have been the third redhead that you set sights on this year. “Well William got boring and,” You paused wrinkling your nose, “-pushy” 

The Three Broomsticks was packed, the sounds of chatter and warmth guarding you from the icy cold of the blizzard that had swept through Hogsmeade. You and Alicia had joined the dozens of students seeking cover in the popular pub and quickly snagged a small table near a large fireplace where you now looked out on the sea of flushed faces and smiles. 

“With your type it's a wonder your last name isn’t Weasley.” Your friend chuckled and you laughed. 

“If I could have gotten my hands on Charlie, it would be.” You replied, your silly crush on the older Weasley brother lasting from your first year to what you were sure would be your last. 

Alicia giggled, taking a large swig from her pint, licking the foam off her top lip. “Why not one of the twins then?”

“What twins?” A voice asked from behind you.

“She couldn’t be talking about us now could she, Georgie?” Fred jested.

“No no,” The other replied, “I mean what could Spinnet possibly want from us?”

Alicia rolled her eyes with great effort, “Trust me when I say I want nothing to do with you. As for my friend here, I don't know if I can say the same.” she said with a smug grin and you sent her a furious look.

Fred smirked, leaning over the back of your chair, his large palms ghosting your shoulders, “Is that true? Do you need something from us?” He leaned in even further, his nose brushing your hair, “from me?”

You began to look a bit red as he pulled away, “Please Weasley,” you managed to scoff “since when do I need things from you? In fact, I believe you still have my Charms notes.”

Fred had come to stand in front of you now, George joining his side, “It's just that your notes are so much better for writing Flitwick’s essay. ” He argued. 

“You don’t even take notes.” You said, exasperated. 

“Exactly” The twins replied in unison. 

Alicia snickered beside you.

Chairs appeared and Fred and George sat. The table seemed half the size it was before as Fred's elbow knocked against yours.

“Made yourselves at home have you?” You spoke, wincing.

Fred just grinned and leaned purposefully closer, thighs now brushing.

You slid towards Alicia who was turning a laugh into a cough and set your eyes back on the boy with freckles. 

“You headed to the Slytherin match next weekend?” Alicia asked absently.

“Of course.” George replied, “I’ve bet Lee a galleon that Malfoy catches a bludger with his nose.” he chuckled,  “He reckons it’ll be his gut.” 

You all smiled at the idea, no one hated Malfoy more than those on the Gryffindor quidditch team. 

“We also have business to do.” Fred said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

“You don't have any more of those nosebleed nougats do you?” You asked, eyes still across the room, “I’ve got to get out of Binns’ class tomorrow.” 

Alicia's eyebrows shot up, you hardly missed History of Magic, or as you liked to call it, nap hour. “Why's that?”. 

“No reason.” You mumbled, intently staring into your butterbeer. 

Fred’s eyes darted between the two of you. 

“Of course we’ve got some.” grinned George, oblivious, “2 sickles a pei-.”

“Or for free if you tell us what you're up to.” Fred interrupted, catching a strange look from his brother. 

“I'm not up to anything!” You gasped with a bit too much enthusiasm. 

Alicias eyes had narrowed to slits and Fred had never looked more unconvinced. 

Your face began to grow hot and you found yourself wishing you had more grace in the act of lying.

“Oh come off it,” George said, “If she wants to snog Murphy instead of hearing about the seventh generation of goblin rebellions, who are we to judge?” 

You were glowing pink now, sending a vicious look at George who had taken to sipping his drink innocently. 

Fred looked appalled, his face contorted like he had just caught a whiff of something horrible, “Murphy!” 

“Keep your voice down.” You hissed angrily, glazing across the room again to be sure he hadn’t heard, “I'm trying to keep it quiet.” 

Fred was fuming, “Who wouldn’t, swapping spit with a git like that.” 

You scoffed, pulling out a small coin purse, “Can I just have some nougat?”

“Nope.” Fred responded, voice suddenly ferocious, “We’re out.”

You were beginning to grow frustrated, “George just said you had some.”

Fred glared at you, “We’re out.” he repeated his nose high in the air.

You turned to George looking for help but he threw you an I’m-not-getting-into-this look and you were forced to round back on Fred. 

You glared at each other for a moment before Fred caved, "Fine we’ve got some,” He huffed, “Three Galleons.” 

Your mouth dropped, “George said 2 sickles!”

He crossed his arms, “They’re in high demand.”

You stood, chair flying back into the wall with a loud crack, “You’re a complete prick.” you said sharply snatching your bag and sweeping past Fred and over to meet Finn Murphy  who was now standing to leave the pub. 

“Well I think you handled that well.” Alicia said, grinning at Fred who looked as though he had been slapped. 

George, who looked all too happy with himself for instigating such an interesting conversation, helped himself to the remains of your butterbeer as you and Murphy bowed out into the flurry of white followed closely by Fred’s glare.

“Looks as though she's gonna snog every redhead at school before you.” Alicia snicked. 

“Yeah,” George snorted, “You might want to keep an eye on Ginny.”

Alicia giggled even harder, pressing a hand to her lips in an attempt to keep her drink in her mouth. 

Fred could hardly hear them, too busy envisioning your latest with large boils all over his face or perhaps vomiting indefinitely. 

Alicia managed to contain herself and shot Fred a sympathetic glance, “I've been trying you know, I keep bringing you up but she seems far more interested in Charlie.” 

“Charlie!” He guffawed, “But he's been gone for ages!”

“Well he seemed to have made quite the impression.” Alicia chuckled. 

“He was captain when she was appointed to the team.” George pointed out. 

“Yeah when she was TWELVE” Fred gasped. 

Alicia couldn’t help it, she had started laughing again, “Relax,” She spoke between breaths, “It’s just a silly school girl crush.” 

Fred looked unconvinced and began to tap his heel incessantly against the floor.

“Take it as a complement!” She continued, “Charlie looks quite a bit like you, I mean you are related after all.” 

Fred was not taking it as pleasantly as she suggested and began to rap his foot on the ground even faster, “We’ve got to do something.” 

“We?” George snorted, “This is all you mate. I’m not the one in love with her.” 

Freds ears grew pink, “I’m not in love with her!” he sputtered. 

“Whatever you say.” Alicia spoke rolling her eyes.

The truth was that if Fred wasn't in love with you, he was so close he may as well have been. At the very least he had been pining after you for years and he had never been particularly quiet about it. In fact he was the opposite of quiet about it. His flirtatious remarks and dazzling complements were quite consistent. Unfortunately so was his coursing jealousy as you paraded around with boy after boy who was not him.  Every year he swore would be the year. The year where you finally realized it was him you needed and all would be right in Fred's world. But time and time again he failed as you walked out the door with a different redhead. He was growing nervous, his seventh year was upon him and this may be his last chance before you were all carted off in different directions never to see each other again. The frustration of it all was turning him bitter.

That night Fred lay awake on his four-poster, staring at the ceiling venomously. What was it? He wondered, What was it that he didn't have that every other ginger you knew seemed to possess? Why was it never him pulling you into broom closets and meeting you after classes? What was he doing wrong? His thoughts spun until he drifted into an uneasy slumber. 

By the time he arrived at the quidditch pitch for practice the next morning, the rest of the team was already changing into their robes as Angilina scribbled vigorously on the chalkboard in front of them, already changed and ready. 

“Fred!” She shouted watching him try to sneak his way into the bustle of the team unnoticed, “What took so long? I was beginning to think I would have to send George back up to wake you.” 

He shrugged, “Sorry Cap, I didn’t get much sleep last night if you know what I mean.” he winked at her and she looked sorely unamused. 

You on the other hand perked up at the insinuation, finally looking at the twin who, in protest of his behavior the day before, you had been ignoring. 

“She gets what I mean,” He smirked nodding towards you, “Up late with Murphy boy last night?” He asked viciously. 

You flushed as the changing room filled with chuckles. 

“Murphy?” Angelina asked, turning to you, “Isn’t he a bit,” She paused, “dim?” 

You scowled at Fred silently before snatching your broom from the rack and marching so quickly out onto the pitch that you hadn’t even noticed you had hit Harry in the temple with its handle. 

As Potter groaned in pain and fixed his askew glasses Fred looked over to Alicia who was shaking her head slightly. As the rest of the team slowly followed you out onto the field she and George made their way towards him. 

“You’re an idiot.” Alicia groaned, “No wonder she won’t go out with you.”  

George chuckled.

Fred glared at the pair, “It’s not my fault she insists on only snogging boys who are 'a bit dim.'" he spoke, mocking Angelina.

“I know that this may be hard to wrap your head around,” Alicia spoke sharply, “But maybe she went out with Murphy because he was, ya know, nice to her.” She then shouldered past the twins leaving Fred gapping at his brother desperately. 

The day was crisp, the heavy licks of winter drawn in by a bitter wind. But the sky was clear and the sun was out, much to everyone’s appreciation. 

Fred mounted his broom still angry, feeling foolish for upsetting you yet again as you stood with your back to him defiantly. 

The whistle blew and the balls were released as the team kicked off, snow flying in all directions as you did so. 

Fred's head was not in practice as it should have been but instead on you, watching you speed towards the goal posts with the quaffle already under your arm. You scored easily on Ron with a feign left.

Fred was so absorbed in you that he had completely forgotten about the bludgers, one of which was hurtling at him with frightening speed. With little time to react he swung his bat wildly and pitched the bludger in the opposite direction, which with a sickening feeling he realized was right at you. 

He tried to shout but you must not have heard him over the howling of wind in your ears. Because when the bludger struck you heavily between the shoulder blades you were completely unprepared. Your vision danced as the air was knocked from your lungs. You were flung from your broom with a shriek and began to plummet.

Fred streamed after you, urging his broom towards the ground with a frightening speed. His Cleansweep shuttered under the immense pressure he suddenly held it in and never before had Fred wished so badly for Potters Firebolt. 

He managed to get beneath you mere feet from the ground. The force at which you hit him knocked you both into the snow with a heavy thud, and there was a sickening sound as his broom snapped in two. 

Neither of you moved for a moment, the snow settling around you and beginning to melt through your robes. 

“Are you alright?” Fred asked and was struck with panic when you did not respond. He sat up quickly pulling you with him, your legs tangled together in the snow. He called your name desperately, hands holding your face as you lay limp in his arms. 

Angelina landed beside the pair followed closely by George and Alicia both of whom were wearing nervous expressions. 

“Y/n!” Fred shouted again, tears stinging his eyes, fear gripping his throat like a vice. He was moments away from shaking you when your eyes slowly peeled open. 

“Fred?” You mumbled, confused. 

The boy let out a barking laugh of relief and then dove into a hug, almost knocking you back to the ground. 

Bewildered, you returned his embrace and realized quite suddenly how much larger than you Fred really was. You practically disappeared into his chest, his broad shoulders shielding you from the wind that whipped across the pitch. You felt frighteningly warm listening to his heart beat quickly beneath his robes. Your cheeks were hot as he pulled away from you and began to search for any look of pain or damage on your face. 

“Are you alright love?” He asked again and was washed with relief when you nodded. 

As you fully realized what was going on around you, you gasped, pulling the handle of Fred's broom out of the snow.

“Your broom!” You looked horrified, “Fred, your broom broke!” 

Fred on the other hand brushed it off helping you to your feet and beginning to pat the snow off your robes, “It’s alright, I’m sure it's fixable.” he shrugged, “Listen, I am so s-”

But before Fred could finish his apology George burst between the two of you, “I am so sorry!” He spoke hurriedly, “The bludger caught me off guard. I swear I wasn’t aiming for you.” 

You chuckled, giving George a pat on the shoulder, “I sure hope not, but 's not me you should be apologizing to anyway.” You said, “It's Fred’s broom that broke.”  

George did not issue his brother any regrets and instead sent him a wink, whipping his wand out of robes and shouting “Repairo!”

The broom snapped back together and Angelina, who was desperate to get back in the air, looked to you, “You alright then?” 

You nodded with a grin and turned back to Fred who was testing the strength of his brother's repair. 

“Thank you so much Fred,” You gushed, looking up at him through your lashes. 

The boy's heart skipped a beat, stomach lurching, “It was no problem really.” He breathed and miraculously found you in his arms for the second time as you lunged towards him.

“Thank you.” You murmured into his robes before disconnecting and swiftly boarding your broom again. 

Fred watched you leave struck for a moment. Alicia shot him a thumbs up and a grin before he was able to clumsily climb onto his own broom and follow you back up into the air. 

By dinner the story of your fall had been told and retold so many times that you were now said to have plummeted upwards of a hundred meters before Fred had heroically scooped you onto his own broom, saving what was sure to be your life. 

In the great hall you kept getting asked if you were okay as down the table Fred got clapped on the shoulder and congratulated for his great save. He seemed to be enjoying the new story a fair bit more than you were. 

Finn had come over to ask about you halfway through dinner but you found suddenly that he was no less than boring and he returned to the Hufflepuff table after a few short minutes with a look of disappointment on his face. 

Fred watched this with such delight he was sure he was glowing. George -who he had been applauding as the best wingman one could ask for all day- poked him hard in the side and pointed down the table to where you sat. Fred turned to catch your eyes already on him. He winked exuberantly and you turned away with a scoff, but your cheeks had taken a rather deep shade of red. 

He grinned so wide at George he thought his lips might split, “I mean this is some real progress!” He cheered, “Did you see that? She was staring at me!” 

Down the hall you turned to Alicia, cheeks still pink, “Have you ever noticed how tall Fred is?” You asked so suddenly she choked on her pumpkin juice. 

You stared at her curiously as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve smiling, “Oh yeah very tall.”

You hummed looking back down the table at the elder twin who was now laughing wildly at something Lee had said, “I guess I never really thought about it before.” 

Angilina shot Alicia a glance as you were distracted and the two of them broke out into giggles. 

“What?” You demanded though you were still smiling. 

“Oh nothing.” Angilina grinned and you huffed turning back to your dinner. 

You found yourself wishing Fred had chosen to sit a bit closer to you as you watched a group of girls across from him break out into giggles at something he said, “There's no way he's that funny.” You muttered knowing he in fact was. 

  Yet you couldn’t find yourself being all that jealous as he kept glancing up at you, as if checking to make sure you were still watching him and much to his delight you always were. His shoulders, you noticed from where you sat picking at plum pudding, were quite wide, his arms toned. It was no wonder that he had engulfed you completely out on the pitch. 

How had I never noticed this before? You found yourself wondering. How had he managed to escape your list of potential suitors when he was so obviously perfect for you?

The thought struck you rather abruptly and while you would have liked to have sat with it for a minute, Alicia was standing and you knew it was time to head back to the common room. 

As students began to flood from the hall you fiddled with the sleeves of your robes, thoughts full of brown eyes and freckles . 

As if summoned, Fred appeared at your side grinning widely, “Hello.”

“Hey Fred,” replied Alicia. 

“Have you guys heard the news?” He asked, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You tried hard not to blush and instead shook your head, staring at the floor. “Apparently, you owe me your life.” He was beaming down at you now and you found it hard to look away. 

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, “And I heard it was actually you who hit me with that bludger.” 

His smile disappeared only momentarily and you were happy to see it recover so quickly. 

“Ah well, I figured Angelina wouldn’t keep her mouth shut.” He shrugged, “Though I swear if I had a choice I would have knocked her off her broom instead.” 

And for the first time that evening jealousy took you strongly, “Oh yeah? I suppose she would have been a bit more fun to catch then?” 

Fred looked startled by your bristly reaction, “Nah,” He responded, “That would have been Georgie’s job.” 

You were satisfied with this answer and felt yourself leaning against him as you began up towards the tower.

George was delighted to see you still tucked beneath his brother's arm when you reached the common room. He called you over to where he sat and you placed yourself in a large squishy armchair as Fred perched himself beside you on an ottoman. 

You spent your evening rather uneventfully, finishing an essay for Snape as the Gryffindors slowly filtered off to bed in pairs. When George rose to take himself to the dormitory you expected Fred to follow but instead he stayed rooted by your feet where he now sat cross legged on the carpet looking over what looked like an extensive order form. 

Hours later you yawned, stretching when you finally finished your work. It was now well past midnight and only a few fifth years remained, cramming for a quiz in transfiguration the next day. You turned to look at Fred who had long since sprawled himself across the couch before the fire and found him snoring softly. 

A jolt of infatuation made your stomach flip. His messy hair glowed shockingly bright in the fire light, his pink lips slightly agape. You gathered your things slowly, sure not to wake him before you stood beside him.

You knew you should wake him, you were the reason he had not retreated to bed after all. But he looked so peaceful like this, so soft. Instead you found yourself slowly counting the freckles that sprawled across his cheeks, leaning close to brush a strand of his bright red hair out of his face. He woke immediately at your touch, large brown eyes locking with your own.

You felt your cheeks go hot, “You should go up to bed.” You mumbled beginning to pull away. 

He snatched your wrist with such haste it took you by surprise, “Do that again.” he spoke.

You furrowed your brow, “What?” 

“With my hair,” It was his turn to blush now, “Touch my hair again.” 

It felt as though the air was sucked from your lungs yet you found yourself obeying, fingers coming to comb through the soft waves that spread across his forehead. 

He hummed, leaning into your touch slowly, gaze still locked with yours. The two of you stayed there for a moment, you kneeling beside him fingers in his hair, his hand still loosely wrapped around your wrist. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured and you looked at him confused. 

“For what?” 

“Hitting you with a bludger.” he responded remorsefully. 

You laughed softly, your head thrown back, “It's okay Fred.” you grinned. You were close now, so close Fred could feel the tickle of your breath on his cheek, “I forgive you. You made up for it after all.” 

He smirked in spite of himself, “I suppose I did, saving your life and all.” 

You were giggling again and Fred was sure he was in some beautiful dream where all he could ever hear or see was your joy. 

“I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you.” You grinned, “I may just chuck the quaffle at your head when you're not looking.” 

“Only if you catch me when I fall.” Fred whispered, leaning closer still. 

You let him, your lips connecting slowly. You were pleased to find he was a fantastic kisser, his lips soft and plush, eager to please. His free hand cupped your cheek as he pulled you closer still until you were practically on top of him.

One of the alarm clocks the fifth years had been attempting to turn to roosters burst to life and you pulled away abruptly remembering bitterly that you and him were not the only ones in the room. Fred chased after your lips with his own desperate for even a moment more with your mouth.

“You should get to bed.” You repeated standing now, knees a bit shaky. 

Fred was disappointed by your departure but grinned wildly nonetheless as you gathered your books into your arms and turned back to him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Fred.” You yawned and began up the stairs to your dormitory determined not to let him see the childish glee that had spread across your face. 

“Wait!” He called after you, lurching from the couch and stopping at the bottom of the steps. 

You turned back to him taking in the wonderful sight of him staring lovingly up at you. He looked delightfully disheveled, his hair a mess and his lips swollen from your touch. You took two steps down now only one above where he stood on the hardwood floor.

You looked down at him expectantly as his eyes bore into your own. 

He lifted himself onto his toes and grabbed your shoulders forcinging you forward where you connected for a second time. 

This time his breath was hot and heavy on your lips, his earnest intensifying to a level that you could only describe as hunger. Your feet dangled momentarily in the air as he lifted you fervently into his embrace. You were suddenly engulfed in Fred again, he was all you could smell sweet and cinnamon, all you could hear were his pants in your ear, all you could feel was him, his arms around your middle, his thigh pressed between your legs and his lips and tongue working so well together that it was you who chased after him this time, whining in protest when he pulled back.

You stared at him, out of breath and stunned to silence. 

Fred looked as though he had just won something very expensive the way he was grinning with triumph, his eyes dark with lust. 

 “Sweet dreams love.” He murmured leaning down to give you one final kiss, his lips moving sickeningly slow against your own, wet and warm. He hovered inches form your lips for a moment, as if debating diving back in, before he backed away tucking his hands casually into his robes.

“You should go to bed, love.” He smirked, “We’ve got an early practice tomorrow and I do believe you made me a promise about knocking me off my broom.” 

You bit your lip to keep from breaking into girlish giggles. Your heart was still pounding as though you had just run a long race. 

“Only if you swear to catch me though.” He added with a wink.

“I’ll always catch you Freddie.” you assured him before turning and hurrying back up the stairs, grinning so wide your cheeks had begun to ache.

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