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mastermindmiko · 1 year ago

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You're in love

Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 8502 (DAMN)

Summary: A (LONG) one shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song you're in love from 1989.

Warnings: none, I believe, but let me know.

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The music was blasting loudly all over the room, they would’ve been scared to get caught if professor McGonogall wasn’t too happy herself. The room was dim, and the disco lights (that some muggleborn had conjured up) were the only light source available. Everyone was dancing, except for me, I was looking for someone.

The Quidditch team was surrounded by everyone, giving them pats on the back and telling them how good they played. We did play well today, after all we did win the cup, but no one patted me on the back because I was too busy, I was looking for someone.

I scan the room again from on top of one of the couches, I get a better view of the room from up here. The fifth years and above all had red cups in their hands, filled with alcohol, I could smell it. The people that were younger than fifteen had similar red cups except that they were filled with soda instead. I should’ve had one myself, but I was looking for someone.

“You did really well today.” Harry interrupts my search as he looks at me with a smile. I smile back and hop off the couch. I say, “We all played really well.”

“You scored a lot of goals.” He says, and I shrug my shoulders at the attention and say, “It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t caught the snitch.”

“It was a team effort.” A new voice says from behind me, and I feel a hand on each of my shoulders. Fred and George are standing behind me and they look at me before asking, “Mind if we steal Harry for a bit?”

I shake my head, and they look at Harry with a mischievous look in their eyes. Harry’s eyes go wide with fear, before Fred lifts him up on his shoulders. The room goes wild again as Fred leads Harry to the centre of the room. A small smile cracks on my face as I watch everyone celebrate again.

I look around the room again, and I try to find him, but I can’t see anything because why were seventh years so tall? I turn around and hit someone flat in their chest. I look up to find George looking at me. He says, “He’s across the room, on the other side.”

“Who is?” I ask, and he gives me a pointed look with a smirk, as if he can’t believe that I don’t think he knows. I do know that he knows, I think everyone but him knows. George leans down, so I can hear him better. He says, “The one you’ve been looking for all night, and won’t celebrate without.”

I feel a blush coating my cheeks, but he’s right, every word. I have been looking for him all night, and I haven’t celebrated at all despite our victory because I’ve been looking for him all night. I mutter, “Thank you.”

George seemed satisfied because he gave me another teasing grin before he left to go into the middle of the common room to join the celebration and probably help Fred lift Harry up. I make my way to the other side of the room, but it’s hard to see with the dim lighting and the sheer amount of people in this room.

I push through several people and I try to make my way between them, but with all the dancing and jumping, it makes the easy task much harder. I see a wall, or at least I think I do, and I walk towards it. I reach the end of the common room, and I press my palm to the wall, as if to make sure that it’s real, like I’ve actually made it.

I see him, then. I recognise him as soon as I see him, despite not being able to see nearly anything, maybe it’s because of the distinctive red hair, or maybe it’s because the way my heart nearly went out of my chest at the sight of him. He has a cup in his hand, that he’s taking a few sips from and another in his other hand, that he hasn’t touched. He’s leaning against the wall. He’s looking around, just like I was a few minutes ago.

A smile blossoms on my face, and I walk to him. A couple footsteps, and he notices me when I’m only a few inches away. He smiles, just like me, and he meets me halfway. I feel nervous. He extends the untouched cup to me and I take a sip, it’s my favourite soda.

I look at him, and it’s different. I wonder if he knows that it’s the look I give to him and only him. I wonder if he notices that when his smile widens that I realise that I like him. I wonder if he realised that he liked me at the same moment. He says, “Hi.”

***

No one ever really told me how fast time goes by when you’re at Hogwarts. That one second you’re taking your first ever potions lesson and the next you’re getting ready for your NEWT potions. That one second you’re at a party realising that you have a crush on someone and the next thing you know you realise that you’ve been in love with Ron Weasley for three years.

This year hasn’t been easy, definitely one of the easier ones to take in, of course, but with NEWTs it's been near impossible to be caught up with work. That’s even harder when the guy you’ve been in love with just kissed another girl a week ago and right now is no doubt getting ready to go on a date with her.

The common room was quiet. Everyone was already at Hogsmeade and the people below third year were too busy getting a little bit extra sleep. The only thing I could hear was the fire crackling from the fireplace and the sound of pages turning as I studied Transfiguration for the upcoming test, but I couldn’t study because of the aching feeling in my chest.

We all saw it when Lavender kissed him after we’d won the match, but only a few people saw me run off after that. An even fewer amount were with me when I started crying, and only Harry knew what happened afterwards. I saw him talking with her a few mornings ago, deciding that they’ll go out today to Hogsmeade, no doubt to madam puddifoot’s. I look at the same page I’d been staring at for who knows how long, trying to understand anything that is written.

“Hello? Is anyone down there?” I hear him say, and a few seconds later, He walks down the stairs, and my breath hitches when I see him. He’s gotten all dressed up for this date, and I can’t deny that he looks absolutely beautiful.

He says my name and he stays there for a moment. He’s late for the date, I know that he knows that, and I’m sure Lavender who’s probably standing alone in front of the tea shop knows that. I feel uneasy, looking at him, knowing he’s going to another girl in a few minutes.

He clears his throat and gestures to his unbuttoned coat, he says, weakly, “Would you mind helping me? I can’t close the buttons, they're too small and the holes for the buttons are just invisible to me.”

He chuckles, but it’s out of nervousness. I can tell, I know his happy laugh, his sad laugh, I thought I knew everything about him, but apparently I don’t because I thought he knew how I felt. I don’t say anything, but I close the book and place it beside me on the couch.

I stand up and walk towards him, he meets me halfway. I fix his coat by the long collar and I trace my hands to the buttons, I can hear his breath hitch, and the silence between is deafening. I mutter, “You look good.”

“Thank you.” he replies, and I’ve buttoned half of the buttons when I pause to look into his eyes. He’s already looking at me. I look at him the way I always do, a look filled with everything that I can’t say, a look that’s meant just for him. He’s done something different with his hair, I don’t know what, but it makes him look absolutely irresistible, more than he usually is, at least to me anyways.

“It’s like we’re a married couple.” He laughs, and I can imagine exactly what he’s saying. Me helping him get ready in the morning while he goes off to work when it’s snowing outside and needs his coat. I let out a chuckle, before I said, “Wouldn’t that be something.”

After that the room is charged with something I can’t quite put my finger on, and it makes my heart beat faster and faster with every second that I push each button into its hole.

I take more time buttoning up the last button, and I pause my hands there. On my way to look into his eyes, I notice that the top part of the coat is wrinkled, so I press my hands to his chest and smooth the fabric of the coat out. I leave my palms there a bit longer, feeling the way his chest moves up and down and the way I can feel his heartbeat under my fingertips.

I lift my hands from his chest and in a second, he grabs both my wrists and holds them close to him. I look at him, and he’s got a look that I can’t decipher. I wonder if he can tell that I’m miserable just thinking about where he’s going, or the fact that he’s going there with someone else.

He opens his mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, “I’m not going on that date.”

For the first time in days, I feel my chest stop constricting, I feel like I can breathe again, but it doesn’t make any sense. I lick my lips before asking, “Why?”

“You know why.” That’s his only answer, and he doesn’t say anything as he slowly drops my hands, and goes back up the stairs. I’m left down there with my thoughts.

***

“Are you sure Mr Weasley allowed you to do this?” I ask as I hold on tightly to the handles of the door. I look out the window and stare down as I can see the tops of the buildings getting smaller and smaller by every second.

“I’m an adult now, of legal age, he can’t tell me what to do and what not to do.” Ron said, with confidence as he started out into the road-sky. I look at him with a pointed look, unconvinced by his speech. He clears his throat and says, “He said yes.”

“You’d think that after second year’s incident that he would be more cautious about letting you use this thing.” I say, grinning, remembering the way Ron broke his wand and almost got expelled. Something good came out of it though, Ron became my wand partner and we spent more time together. He laughed, “He said that if I scratched it, he would kill me. I think we made an unbreakable vow or something.”

I laughed at his words, and looked out the window. I wondered how long his small talk can last before we start getting to the subject that we’ve been tiptoeing around these past few months. I wasn’t talking about the war, we all knew that was coming sooner or later. I was talking about us.

“Thank you for picking me up.” I said, looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders as if travelling several hundred kilometres back and forth was no big deal, he explained, “You had to come here someway. Fleur would’ve killed me if she found out that you weren’t coming to her wedding.”

Even after his words, a small part of me hoped that he wanted me to come. He grips the wheels tighter and every few seconds he would rub his hands over his jeans to wipe away the sweat. I take a breath before I courageously grab his hand into mine. I keep them both in my lap, and he looks at me baffled. I ask, “Do you need it to drive?”

“No, I don’t.” He says and he looks back quickly in front of him. I smile as I see the tiny pink tinge to his cheeks, matching mine exactly. I look out the window and I see the sun setting, by the time we’re there it will no doubt be midnight.

It was nearly midnight when we got there. Mrs Weasley was the only one who was still up, waiting for her son to get home and waiting to greet me. She had a smile on her face, tired, but still as wide as always. I didn’t need her to point me to the direction of the room I’ll be staying in, I already knew.

I enter the room and place my bags on one of the beds, I notice Hermione and Ginny already sound asleep. I change into my pyjamas, brush my teeth and get ready to go to sleep. The place is warm and the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in, but when I tucked myself into my covers, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.

I kept sighing as I turned to either of my sides trying to fall asleep. Changing the pillows from one side to the other, tossing and turning until I decided that I’ve had enough. I rub my tired eyes and see that the clock had struck twelve. I sigh and get up.

I headed down stairs in my fuzzy slippers, I tried not to make any sound, but the creaky stairs weren’t helping me. I made it to the bottom where the kitchen was. I opened the door and was hit by the smell of fresh coffee, just what I needed. Ron was sitting on the table with a cup in his hands.

He turned to see who had just entered the kitchen. Upon seeing me, he stands up, nearly dropping a bit of coffee from his mug in the process. He breathes, “Hi.”

I return the greeting, as I move towards the cupboard where the mugs are. I know where everything is, having helped Mrs Weasley enough times to know. I felt his eyes on my back the entire time, and I grabbed my mug, everyone had their own mugs, even me. I turned and gestured to the coffee pot, I asked, “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head, and he looks at me as I add the milk and sugar. He looks at my every move and it makes me feel lightheaded, in the way that makes me feel like I’m going to float to the moon. I turn to the table and he’s already beat me in pulling out a chair. I sit down and give him a grateful smile. I wrap my fingers around the mug, and lift my feet to the chair, resting my head on my knees.

He’s looking at me. We’re the only people who do that. We never say anything, but I can hear what he wants to say. It was our thing being able to feel everything in the silence. I wonder if from these looks he can tell just how much I love him, or maybe, how long I’ve loved him for.

“Why are you up?” he asks, after a beat, and I take another sip before replying, “I couldn’t sleep, you?”

“Same thing, but I had to get up in a couple of hours to help with setting up for the wedding anyway, so I made the coffee.” he explains, and I nod my head at his words. I don’t say anything else, but the air is heavy. How long can we go on like this? With everything that I feel between us, that I know he feels too, left unsaid.

He takes both our mugs and places them into the sink. He waves his wands and they start washing themselves. He tightens his grip on his wand and he pauses before saying, “Do you want to go somewhere?”

***

Muggle London was still alive, or at least more alive than any other wizarding establishment. It wasn’t that far either, so it was the perfect place to go, and that’s where we were. I was walking on the sidewalk and he was walking beside me. My arms were swinging and I kept thinking what would happen if I just reached over and grabbed his hand.

There weren’t many cars passing by, just one or two every few minutes. Neither of us knew a lot about Muggle London, but we knew what not to do in front of muggles, so we kept our wands hidden and kept the magic chatter away.

“Your brother is getting married tomorrow.” I sigh, Fleur is getting married too, it only seemed like yesterday when I was just meeting her after she stepped off the flying carriage.Time really does fly by, doesn’t it. Ron sighs, wistfully, “Yeah.”

“I think it’s great that they’re doing this.” I say, and I kick a pebble in front of me, then I add, “Especially at a time like this, I think that we all need a bit of cheering up, don’t you think.”

“Yeah.” He replies, and it makes me feel confused. He wasn’t very talkative tonight. He looked very deep in thought, it made me nervous. I stop walking and turn to him, I ask, “Ron, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He replies and I quirk up an eyebrow and he chuckles, “Yes, I am.”

I shrug my shoulders and continue walking, it’s best with Ron not to press on things. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. What could possibly be on his mind? We all know that the war has been making everyone unnerved, but this felt different. Ron and I tried not to talk about these things, I didn’t want to express my fears of something happening to him, especially since he was so close to Harry. I shake my head at the thoughts, and try to lighten the mood.

“Does Bill know about how you liked Fleur?” The teasing question brings Ron to a screeching halt. His cheeks turn as red as his hair, and I start laughing. He stutters, and it only increases my laughter. I hold my stomach and lean forward, laughing.

“He-he doesn’t know, so let’s not remind anyone of it. The last thing I need is Fred and George remembering and telling him.” Ron stutters before he folds his arms over his chest and pouts. I pause for a second to pretend that I’m thinking, I tap my chin and furrow my eyebrows. I say, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Ron’s eyes go wide and he lifts his pointer finger and threatens, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m on my way to tell them right now.” I say, before turning around the other way and starting to run. Ron runs after me and he’s calling out for me and telling me to stop, I can barely hear anything over the sounds of my own laughter.

Suddenly, my chuckles stop as I feel something, something like air, pulling me back very quickly. I stop when I feel Ron’s chest behind my back. He tucks his wand away and I turn to scold him, “Ron! You can’t use magic here!”

“There’s no one around.” Ron says, and I turn around to look and there’s only a few people around. No one is actually paying attention to us. I look back at him and he’s got his hand hovering near my face. It’s all so sudden to me the way the atmosphere changes, the way he’s looking at me with those eyes, identical to the ones that I give him.

I don’t move, and he takes it as a sign to move his hand forward. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my face, and he cups my cheek. My breath hitches. He whispers, “It wouldn’t have been good ammunition against me anyway.”

“Why not?” I whisper, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, but I can’t bring myself to care about that now anyway. I might have been mistaken, but I see Ron’s eyes flicker to my lips, it’s just for a second, but it ignites everything within me, including a pinkish colour to my cheeks. I lick my lips anyway, and this time I’m not mistaken because he definitely looked at my lips this time.

“Because everyone knows there’s only one girl I’ve ever liked.” Ron says, and it makes butterflies swarm in my stomach, my heart beat out of my chest, all those romantic feelings. I don’t need to ask who because I know, and because I know. I lift my heels from the group and kiss him.

***

“It’s a really pretty view, isn’t it?” I hear him say from behind me, I’d recognise that voice anywhere. I turn to look at him with a smile, I don’t know how I didn’t notice him coming before. I fixed my gaze back at the tent where the wedding was happening. Fleur and Bill are husband and wife so now everyone is celebrating. I reply, “The prettiest”

“It better be I worked really hard to make it that way.” Ron huffs and it makes me chuckle. He sits down on the grass beside me, looking at the tent as well. I sigh, with all that’s happening in the world I don’t think that there’s anywhere I’d rather be. I can hear the faint sound of the music from up here on the hill, and it feels peaceful.

I can hear the birds chirping and the sounds of laughter. It was really, very pretty. I feel a hand touch mine, and I look at Ron who looks like he’s just been caught stealing, maybe stealing my heart, but he’s already taken that a long time ago. I smile and shuffle closer to him to hold his large hand with both of mine. I rest my head on his shoulder, and I hear him let out a breath before he rests his head on mine.

If I was given the opportunity to stay like this forever, then I would have, of course, I’d see if there was a way to kill Voldemort first, then I’d stay like this. We haven’t talked about the kiss, but Ron’s been much more affectionate since then. A part of me was afraid that he’d chicken out and say that it was simply the cause of sleep deprivation. The other part of me was terrified that he would give me all his love then end up dying in this war.

The idea brought a shudder down my spine. Losing Ron is the last thing I can take, especially when I’m so close to finally having him. I’ve been afraid to try and kiss him after the first time because what if I get too attached and something happens to him? What will I do with myself then?

“I have something to tell you.” Ron breaks my train of thought, and the feeling of him lifting his head off of mine, prompts me to do the same. I look at him and he has a grim look on his face that only makes me worry even more. I ask, “What is it?”

He doesn’t answer, and my mind reels with the possibilities, each one worse than the one before it.I squeeze his hand and suck in a deep breath. I say, “Ron?”

“I’m planning on leaving.” he replies, and I furrow my eyebrows confused. Where would he be going at a time like this? Why would he leave in the middle of the war? I say, trying to make my voice even but it comes out shaky anyway, “Leaving where?”

“We’re going to find the Horcruxes and destroy them, Harry, Hermione and me.” he explains. Ah yes, the Horcruxes the pieces of Voldemort's soul and the key to killing him. Ron told me all about them after Harry told him. I hoped that Dumbledore would be taking the lead on this ordeal but as soon as Ron explained, Dumbledore was dead.

Why does it have to be Ron that goes to do this extremely dangerous mission? Does it have to be my friends too? I feel my eyes beginning to water, so I look away. I can feel Ron’s gaze burning into the side of my face. I blink the tears away because I know that Ron’s going anyway. It’s the Gryffindor side of him. I ask, “Is there any other way?”

“No.” he replies, shortly and straight to the point. I sigh, even though I knew it. The leaves rustle and the wind strengthens around us. It makes me shiver, Ron takes off his jacket and hands it to me. He wraps it around my shoulders and tugs it around me, making sure that I’m covered. He looks at me then he says, “You can’t contact me when I’m away.”

“Yeah, I gathered that.” I say and chuckle to hide the fact that it is the complete opposite of what I am feeling. What I’m currently feeling is a whole bunch of emotions that don’t even remotely come close to happiness. I chuckle, though I’m sure he knows that I’m not kidding at all, “Well then, promise you’ll come back in one piece.”

“I promise.” he says, and he smiles, but we both know that it’s not up to him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and i close my eyes, trying to take in the feeling, in case I don't get it for a long time, in case i don’t ever get it again, it’s a morbid thought, but it’s possible. I sigh, “When are you leaving?”

“I don’t know, Harry and Hermione are deciding.” Ron says, and I nod my head. I wonder if there’s any way Harry can forget about Voldemort and all the death eaters drop dead with something like food poisoning. I promised myself that in the last moments that he’s here before he leaves I’ll let go of all of my fears and all of my ghosts to spend these moments with him.

“I have something to show you.” he says, and his frown is replaced by a slight grin, he’s brought me a gift to soften the blow, he knows me too well. The thoughts are still in the back of my mind, but I push them away and focus on him, while I excitedly say, “What is it?”

He waved his wand and a square shaped box appeared. It drops from the air to his hands and he gives it to me. I waste no time in taking off the wrapping which disappeared as soon as I did, and lifting the lid off the box. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see it. I push my hair away from my face. The wind makes it impossible for me to see it clearly. I look at the tiny figurine that matches me, or me three years ago, it’s hard to believe that it was that long ago.

It was a snow globe and inside it were tiny figurines of Ron and I dancing. The snow falls over us just like it did the moment when this was taken. The tiny me and the tiny Ron only move in a circle but it’s perfect. I look up at him and realise, he’s perfect, maybe not in every way, but at least he’s perfect for me.

My lack of answering must have made him panic because he’s started rambling, “I made it a few days ago because I didn't know I just wanted to give you something to remember me by- or something equally as cheesy. It’s fine if you don’t like it-”

“I love it, Ron.” I cut him off, holding his hand with mine that isn’t occupied. I smile, and he does it back. He rubs the back of his neck, no doubt embarrassed by the amount of attention I’m giving him. He mutters, “Oh, I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s us by the way at the-”

“At the Yule ball.” I beat him to it, did he seriously think I wouldn’t remember? I was Harry’s date because Ron was too chicken to ask me out, and I would’ve asked him out, if I didn’t want to teach him a lesson, and maybe a small part of me was scared of rejection as well. Harry didn’t dance the whole night and neither did Ron. I spent the whole night dancing with my friends and their dates, until when almost everyone was off of the dance floor, Ron asked me to dance. He says, “Yeah.”

“How’d you make it?” I asked, looking at the snow globe, closely. I was very intrigued by the mechanism of it, It looked nearly identical to the actual event. I was wearing the same dress down to the pearls around my neck and everything. Ron explains, “I give them a memory of mine in a vial and you know- they make that-”

He gestures to the globe in my hands, and I nod my head at his words. I shake it again to make the snow fall over tiny me’s head. I smile looking at it, remembering the wonderful night. I hear the sounds of the people instead the tent turns more quiet and I look at the tent, curiously. Ron says, "Look up.”

I do just that and as if on queue the fireworks start around the tent. There were several murmurs of exclamation at the sight from the tent, and I couldn’t help but agree. It was beautiful. Seeing the colour shoot one after the other, purple and blue and yellow and red, each one exploding then fading into the sky. It was a wonderful sight.

Our shoulders brush and I look at Ron to find him looking at me. He looks at me with that look again. The look that I gave him back in third year in a dark room, that made him see my love for him even with the lights out. The look that I give him when I have a hundred words to say, but I can’t say them, and he just knows what I mean. The look that I gave him when we were driving to the Burrow that made him feel what I meant.

The light reflects on something and it pierces into my eyes, I notice that it’s a chain around his neck. The chain that I gave him as a present only a few months ago. He was in the hospital wing after he almost got poisoned, I couldn’t sit still that day, I even had to leave the castle. That’s when I stumbled across it, it wasn’t much, but I knew that Ron would like it. I say, “You kept it?”

“Of course.”

I find myself leaning closer and closer to him. My breath is hitching as I’m filled with the anticipation of our second kiss. Not saying anything was our thing, I hoped that with this kiss, he would feel what I wanted to say. I love you, I love you, I love you, I hoped he would feel it and maybe even return it before he left.

But he doesn’t. We’re torn apart by the sounds of screams coming from the tent. Ron jumps up to his feet and one hand holds his wand while the other holds mine. He starts running in the opposite direction and he pushes me into a shed. I can’t question him about how absurd he’s being pushing me into a shed, but I don’t have time. He’s already got one hand on the door, and he says, “Stay here you’ll be safe.”

I want to complain, I want to go fight with him, but I didn’t because he was already closing the door to the shed, but before he does, from a small crack between the door and the shed’s walls, he says, “I’ll be right back.”

***

Except he didn’t come back, he didn’t come back for a while actually. When I heard the screams and the noise coming from the tent stop, I came out. Everyone was ( to a certain extent ) okay, but Ron was nowhere in sight. His family were all frightened of course, and I hated to be the one to inform them about the news.

My parents fled the country opting to go to America instead because it was safer, I refused. My whole life was here, I needed to stay in England to protect it. I didn’t go back to Hogwarts that year, not with the staff being changed, not with Snape as headmaster. The death eaters had warned that all students should return to Hogwarts, but I lived with Bill and Fleur under the assumption that Bill was teaching me how to become a curse breaker.

I didn’t want to burden them with my existence by staying with them, considering that the only money I had was in the vaults, but I couldn’t go and get them, not while death eaters were around. Bill told me that we were valuable to the death eaters, considering that we had a close connection to Ron and hence Harry. He told me that we should stay hidden for a while.

It wasn’t easy, but I spent my time with Fleur. She taught me bits of French when we were bored, and we kept to the garden most of the time. Sometimes, members of the Weasley family would come to visit at the Shell Cottage, but they never stayed for long. I barely spent any time inside at all, I wanted to leave Bill and Fleur alone together, after all they were newlyweds, I didn’t want to impose, despite their arguments, saying that I was not imposing.

I spent most of my time thinking about Ron, how he was. I kept listening to the radio, the station that Fred, George and Lee had made, under code names. I prayed every time that I wouldn’t hear the names of anyone I loved. Harry, Ron and Hermione left so suddenly, I wondered if they had anything prepared with them at all. I know Hermione did, but did the rest of them. Clothes, food, water, did they have what they needed?

I know that Ron is doing this to save the world and everything, but couldn’t he just take a break from saving the world, and just spend a little time with me. It was selfish, I knew that, but it didn’t stop me from wishing for just that.

I wake up one day, close to noon, like I always did nowadays. It was November and the air was chilly, so I kept a blanket around my shoulders. I had a room for myself, it was the guest room, but I turned it mine after living here for so long.

I brush my teeth and my hair. I wobble down the stairs, and I see Bill and Fleur’s backs. I furrowed my eyebrows, it was an odd sight. Usually, in the mornings, Bill would be outside placing protective charms while Fleur stayed inside and prepared breakfast, or read one of her favourite books. I ask, “What’s going on guys?”

They step aside and I see what I didn’t expect, Ron. He looked dishevelled and tired, and something else that I couldn’t place. I didn’t want to analyse his expressions at the moment, I just wanted to hug him. I whispered his name like I couldn’t believe he was here and I rushed down the last few steps and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I can’t believe you’re here, I missed you so much.” I say, and I tighten my grip around him. It takes me a few seconds to realise that he wasn’t hugging me back. I pull away from him and I ask, “What’s wrong?”

I lift my hand to cup his cheek, to hopefully get him to look at me. I don’t understand what’s got him acting this way, especially after I didn’t see him for months. As soon as my hand touches his cheek, he turns his head away, like I burned him. He takes a step away and he asks, “Did you sleep with Harry?”

My blood runs cold, and I feel Bill and Fleur looking at me expectantly. This was the last thing I expected him to ask me, ever, and definitely not the first thing I wanted him to say when I finally saw him. I stutter, “I-what?”

“You heard me. Did you sleep with Harry?” he shouts, and I scrunch my face up and close my eyes. I can’t believe that we’re doing this now. I was going to tell him, I was, but not when everything was going wrong around us, I didn’t want us to go wrong too. I try, “Ron, calm down.”

“That’s not an answer!” Ron shouts, and I press my lips tightly together and I avoid his gaze, looking down at the floor. I hear him scoff and I can hear Fleur’s tiny gasp. Bill grapes his wife’s hand and they leave the room, and they go upstairs. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now. I sigh, “I really wanted to tell you, Ron.”

He huffs and starts to walk outside into the garden. I follow him without question and I try to reason with him, “I couldn’t tell you with everything that was going on. Too much was already happening, I didn’t want to add to that.”

“Why the bloody hell would you sleep with him anyway?” Ron shouts back at me and I rush over to grab his shoulder and stop him. He doesn’t look at me, but I don’t let him move away from me. I say, “Could you stop running away for a moment and just let me explain?”

He doesn’t reply, and I can see him clench his jaw, but he sits down on the grass anyway. I sit in front of him, cross legged and I hold his hand. He still wasn’t looking at me, but after a beat, a take a deep breath in then begin to explain, “When you kissed Lavender, it was kind of like the whole world just threw me off for a second, because you were this guy that I liked for years, and I just assumed that you liked me back even though there wasn’t much proof, but it was enough for me to just keep on liking you back.”

I took another breath and then continued, “I realised that we weren’t really anything, and you obviously knew that because you had your tongue shoved down someone’s throat. I was really hurt, I felt miserable and that continued on for days after, but at the moment I wasn’t really thinking. I had to get out of there because everyone was cheering and I couldn't breathe.”

His hand relaxes in mine a bit and I feel the weight on my shoulders loosen a bit as I keep going, “Hermione and Harry were the only ones who noticed I left, so they followed. They comforted me, and when Hermione left, Harry told me that everything was going to get better. He knew that because that’s the way he felt when Ginny was with Dean. I needed someone and he needed someone, and we were both there.”

I didn’t bother continuing because he knew what happened next. He pulls his hand from mine, and he shuffles away from me. I feel a knife going into my chest, but I know that it must be nothing compared to the knife in his back. I don’t say anything else, and I wait for him to say something. He asks, “Did you sleep with anyone else?”

I knew the answer was going to dig my hole even deeper, but I couldn’t lie to him. I knew it was just going to make it worse, so I brace myself for the impact and I sigh, “No.”

“Oh that’s just great. I thought that if you were some kind of whore then it would’ve been better, but no, you had to pick Harry.” He mutters, angrily, and I feel my eyes begin to water, but I look to the side to blink them away. He adds, “Even after knowing the way he makes me feel-”

He cuts himself off with a sigh, as he covers his face with both his hands. I knew what he meant. Ron has always felt inferior to everyone in his family and especially Harry. A part of Ron always hated Harry because he was the chosen one, and the boy who lived, and he was just his best friend. I always tried to make him feel like he was the best person on the planet, but my words only did so much.

“I really am sorry, Ron.” I say, and I feel my eyes start to burn again. I purse my lips and hope to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyway. I chuckle bitterly, “This is not how I imagined this would go at all.”

I can see his expression falter, no doubt taken aback by hearing the change in my voice. He knew I was crying, but he still didn’t look at me. I say, “I know that you’re hurt, and I’m sorry, but I know that- that you know that you’re the only person I’ve ever liked.”

“I love you, Ron.” I say it for the first time, my feelings are out, and he hears them. I don’t have to share them with him with glances and small touches. He now knows for sure how I feel. I sniffle, “If by some chance, at some point, you don’t hate me, then come talk to me, okay?”

He doesn’t reply, so I wipe away the few stray tears, and I stand up and go to my room. I wondered if Bill and Fleur would let me stay with them after knowing this piece of information. Once I close the door to my room, I can’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Just as soon as I had him, I lost him, and it wasn’t because of the stupid war.

I sit on my bed and I cover my face with both my hands. I didn’t want it to be like this, I wanted him to come back and he’d tell me that he missed me, and he’d kiss me. He did keep his word though, he came back in one piece. All I wanted was him.

The door to my room opens and I’m quick to wipe my face as I look up and find Ron entering the room. He closes the door behind him and he leans against it. I watch him closely. Ron huffs, “It’s unfair- it’s unfair that as soon as you cry, you can get me to do anything you want.”

I don’t say anything, and for the first time since what feels like forever he’s looking at me with something other than hate. This isn’t the first time Ron and I fought, but this was the biggest fight. Like every fight, after it, we talk. He takes a few steps and sits on my bed with me, except that he stays as far away from me as possible.

“I’m sorry I called you…that.” He says, and I know what he’s talking about. I’ve been insulted before, like every person on the planet, but it always hurts the most from the person you least expect it from. I sniffle, “It’s fine, I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t. I overreacted-”

“Which is totally understandable.” I cut him off, and I feel him warming up to me. The silence between us is heavy, but in a way, it’s more comfortable. He runs a hand through his overgrown hair and he says, “This isn’t how I wanted this to go either.”

“How- how did you want this to go?” I ask, carefully. He doesn’t reply, but he answers as he leans forward to embrace me. He wraps his arms around my body in a big, warm hug. It’s the best feeling in the world. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip him tighter.

A few knocks on the door are heard when the door opens and we hear the hinges squeak. Fleur and Bill poke their heads in and they smile at the sight of us both in a tight embrace. Bill says, “We’re going to Mom’s, do you want to come?”

“I think I’ll just stay here, but say hi for me.” Ron replies to his older brother and Bill nods, then he leaves the room. As soon as the door is shut, Ron holds my face with both his large hands, and he says, “Merlin, I missed you so much.”

“You have no idea.” I reply, and he presses a kiss to my forehead, and I rest my head back in the crook of his neck. He mutters, much to my dismay, “I’m going to have to go back.”

I know where back is. Back where Harry and Hermione are, back where he was fighting dark wizards and back where he was hunting Horcruxes. Ron’s always been the perfect mix of a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, of course he was going back to his friends. I sigh, “I know, but can you stay, just for a little while, at least.”

It takes him a second, and I know that he’s thinking about it. He squeezes me tighter and that’s how I know he’s got his answer ready. He whispers, “Okay.”

That’s when we decide that for the short time that he’s going to be staying here that we’re going to make the most out of it, and we do. In the middle of the night, after the previously occurring events, he looks at me, and I grin at him. I thought he fell asleep. He looks at me with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.”

I know that was his way of telling me that he loved me too.

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I wake up to the smell of something burning and Ron not beside me. I groan as the bright sunlight hits my eyes first thing in the morning. I can hear the birds chirping and I wonder if Bill and Fleur were back, I assumed that they weren’t because neither of them would ever burn anything.

I sit up and I stretch, feeling the cold autumn chill hit my naked body, making me want to curl up under the sheets for a little while more. I see Ron’s shirt on the ground, and I grab it as well as a fresh pair of underwear.I brush my teeth, and head downstairs, and I see a very pretty sight.

A shirtless Ron in only his boxers, cooking breakfast, or at least trying to. I chuckle at the sight of the three burnt toasts on a plate on the kitchen counter. It alerts him of my presence, and he turns around quickly. He sees me looking at the toast and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He says, “I was trying, okay?”

“I didn’t say anything!” I laugh, and I walk around the kitchen island to get to him. I wrap my hands around his torso and I hug him tightly, and he does the same as much as he can with a spatula in one hand. I lean back and I get a perfect view of his bare chest and I just want to say ‘thank you, quidditch’.

“I’m just going to wait here, until you’re done making-” I lean forward to see what he was making in the pan on the stove, and I see something yellow, so I detect that it’s eggs, but it didn’t look quite right so I continue, “scrambled eggs.”

“It’s supposed to be an omelette, but okay.” Ron says, with an annoyed tone, but it makes me chuckle anyway. I sit down on the kitchen island, and when Ron’s finished, he sets the plates beside me. I take it as an opportunity to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

He sets his hands on my waist, and he pecks my lips a couple times before trailing down to give a few kisses to my jaw and neck. He begins to suck on a certain spot, and I pull away. I give him a threatening look and I warn him, “You gave me enough of those already last night, no more.”

He laughs and presses a quick kiss to my lips that makes me smile just as wide as he is. His eyes trail down and he notices the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt. He grabs the material between his two fingers. He gives me a look, “This is mine.”

A firm statement, it’s his shirt, I know it, he knows it. I feign an innocent look, and look down at the shirt, like I’m just noticing that I’m wearing it in the first place. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion and tilt my head to the side. I say, “is it?”

“Yes, it is.” Ron replies, with a grin on his face. I shrug my shoulders and hum, “hmm, didn’t notice. I’ll give it back to you when it’s time for you to leave.”

“Nah, keep it.”

Ron ended up staying a lot longer than just a little while. Hermione and Harry were very mad at him because of that, but it didn’t matter because in only a few months after a very big battle, all was right in the world again. We had lost so many people, but in the end, we won.

We returned for our last year at Hogwarts as 8th years. I studied to become a curse breaker, I guess it wasn’t a lie after all, and Ron became an Auror. Every once in a while Ron would help out Fred and George with stock and inventory and all things shop related. They even gave him his own office. I was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of me on his desk.

All I can say is that the wait was worth it because I was very much in love with Ron Weasley and he loved me too, so despite everything despite all the longing glances, the fights and the bloody war, we made it, and nothing is better than when you’re in love.

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tedwardremus · 5 months ago

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It was a bright spring morning when the topic of eloping came up. It seemed like the perfect solution—small, private, no way for the press to get any leaked information.

But then Ginny brought up a very good point while taking a sip of tea. “Well, we can’t get married without Mum. She’d absolutely die and then murder us.”

“Okay, so your parents and Ron and Hermione,” Harry conceded, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down next to Ginny at the small wooden table.

“Well, if Ron is there, we need to invite all the brothers, or else it will be a whole thing. And they’ll all bring their families, of course. Hold on, let’s make a list so we don’t forget anyone.” Ginny summoned a quill and a piece of parchment and started writing down the various names of the Weasley family.

Harry leaned over and watched as she added the names of their nieces and nephews to the list. “If kids are invited, then I’d like Teddy and Andromeda to be there.”

“Obviously, Teddy can be the ring bearer, and Vic will be the flower girl.”

“You still do that in an elopement?”

Ginny shrugged. “I don’t know, but they’d be cute. We should also invite Luna and Neville.”

“Sounds good,” Harry said, taking another sip of his coffee.

“And Neville will bring Hannah,” Ginny said, adding the names to the growing list. “We should probably invite Dean and Seamus so they don’t feel left out.”

Harry nodded along, “Kingsley and some of the other Order members. Hagrid, of course.”

“Oh, Hagrid! Definitely.” Ginny nodded. “Do you think he will bring Buckbeak if we ask?”

“A hippogriff in a bow tie?” Ginny and Harry laughed at the image, which cemented their agreement to extend an invitation to Buckbeak.

“And Viktor Krum and my Quidditch team, obviously,” Ginny said through bites of toast.

“I’d like McGonagall there,” But then Harry hesitated. “Or is that weird?”

“I don’t think so,” Ginny said while shaking her head. “I think she’d appreciate the invite. What about your relatives? Should we at least send them an invite?”

“Don’t be stupid, Gin,” Harry said, leaning back in his chair as he took another sip of coffee and gave Ginny a wink. “We’re eloping, not having a real wedding, after all.”

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny

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alwayshinny · 1 month ago

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Hinny 🍂 🍃- AU where Hinny grew up together and everyone lived

Lily gazed out the window as she took a sip of her tea. It had been over an hour since Harry whispered into his godfather’s ear and dragged him outside to rummaged through the leaves. Every so often Sirius would pick up a leaf and show it to him, and Harry would dramatically slap his forehead before explaining something to him. Sirius rolled his eyes, dropped the leaf, raised his hands in defeat, and continued rummaging through the leaves again.

“What is he looking for?” Marlene asked.

“I have no idea,” she replied, shaking her head.

She opened the back door to let him know the Weasley’s would be over any second and smirked when her son’s ears perked up as he came bolting into the house with a handful of leaves in his hand. He eagerly waited in front of the fireplace and kept glancing back and forth between the clock and fireplace while he hid the leaves behind his back. She gave him a curious look, but before she could question him, a herd of redheads dashed through the floo in pairs.

Once they all greeted each other and the chaos had somewhat settled down, James nudged her and pointed to the corner of the living room where their son was blushing while talking to the youngest Weasley. She too had something hidden behind her back. They counted to three and presented each other with a handful of leaves before breaking into a fit of giggles. The only difference between their piles was that Harry’s was an assortment of reds and browns, while Ginny’s were green.

Harry gently picked up an orangey red leaf from his pile and placed it by Ginny’s hair and said, "See, it’s the same color," before picking up a brown leaf and placing it beside her eyes and saying, “And this one too!” Clearly pleased with himself.

Ginny giggled as she placed her pile of green leaves on the table, tilted Harry’s head down slightly, carefully pushed his glasses into his hair, and tapped her chin as she compared each green leaf to his eyes.

Lily tired not to laugh as Harry’s face got increasingly red and his eyes widened the closer she got to him. “This one!” She squealed and jumped up excitedly.

Ron huffed loudly in frustration, “Can we finally go play Quidditch now?”

Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother before returning Harry’s glasses to his nose and smiling sweetly at him as they placed the three leaves on the opposite side of the table. Ginny got a mischievous look in her eyes as she tugged Harry’s hand, sprinting towards the door, and yelled behind her, “Last one outside has to wear Aunt Muriel’s knickers for a whole day!”

“HEY! I'M NOT DOING THAT AGAIN!” Ron yelled as he ran behind them. His legs were longer, but those two were quick on their feet, weaving through everyone and spirting out the door.

Sirius snorted and shook his head as he placed his arm around James’ shoulder. “And I thought you had it bad, Prongs. At least your son has more game than you, and he’s far more handsome. Hmm he must get it from his godfather.”

“OI! I have plenty of game, and the ladies find me plenty handsome, okay. Just the other day, Bathilda Bagshot, Griselda Marchbanks, AND Augusta Longbottom called me a sight for sore eyes. Tell him, Lily!” James argued. Lily chose that moment to quickly slip out into the backyard with Marlene and the rest of the Weasleys, playing Quidditch sounded far more appealing than dealing with those two.

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smutinlovealt · 1 year ago

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Jealousy - Carl Grimes x Reader smut

MINORS DNI!

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When you and Carl entered the house, Ron's eyes were fixed on you. You could feel them; every glance, every subtle look, you felt it. But Carl was also aware of it. Inside, he was pissed.As you were grabbing a bottle of beer, Ron walked over to you, put his arm around you, and said, "Uh, hello..." You felt awkward at the sudden gesture.

He grinned and said, "You're quite pretty."

You looked at him and muttered a quick 'thanks' before walking away. Asshole. You thought.

You walked over to Carl, who was playing cards with Mikey and Enid. You wrapped your arms around him and said, "Hey, Carl." You kissed his cheek as Ron walked in."Y/N?" You turned around and saw Ron. You sighed. "Yes, Ron?"

"Can you come with me?" He asked. You looked at Carl, who was boiling with anger. Even though Ron was a creep, you wanted to make Carl jealous. "Sure," you answered.

Carl watched as Ron took your hand and led you into the kitchen. "Listen, Y/N," you tilted your head. "I've liked you ever since you walked through those gates. I want you to be mine, not Carl's.

"You tried holding back an obnoxious laugh. "Ron, I don't like you." He put his hand on your cheek, "Give me chance." He begged, inching closer to you. "Move, asshole!' you pushed him back and he landed on the floor.

You quickly fixed yourself and left the kitchen. Carl looked at you, "Y/N, I think it's time to go." He says.

"Yeah." You said, taking a sip of beer before leaving hand-in-hand.As you two were walking, he looked at you, "Y/N, what the fuck was that?!" He asked angrily. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you know what I meant. You were clearly flirting with him! I saw the way he looked at you." You were flabbergasted. (wtf)

"Carl-Carl, it was nothing like that!" He gave you a look, a disappointed one.

As you two reached the house, he opened the door and pinned you against the wall. He kissed you passionately. "Carl-" you moaned as he left lovebites on your neck. "Moan my name, slut." He kissed you rapidly, his bulge was growing as you ran your fingers were working to remove his belt.

He ripped your shirt off, "hey!" You whined. "I'll find you a new one." He says as he removed your bra, throwing it on the floor. He kissed down your boobs."

Carl, please, fuck me!" You begged. You were eager for his touch, the way he made you feel.He bit your nipple. You moaned loudly.

He pulled down your pants, "No underwear? Bold of you." He got down on his knees and licked your clit.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him against your pussy. He had to hold your hips to keep you in place as you began to squirm. He started slow but moved faster the more turned on you got.

You pulled his hair to lift his head and kissed him, tasting your juices. "I want you to fuck me." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He stood up and took his shirt off.

You reached down and grabbed his dick and you rubbed it. He moaned, "Y/N," you were feeling his hot, throbbing dick in your hands. "What?" He pushed you against the wall. You yelped, and he pinned your hands above your head. "Fuck, you're a slut." He says, putting his dick inside you. "Carl!" You moaned loudly.

"Shut up, I don't want anyone else to hear you." He says as he slams into you."Oh, fuck, Carl!" He let go of your hands and you put them around his neck, digging your nails into his back.He was moving faster and you could tell he was close. "Cum for me, Carl." He groaned and his thrusts became harder, deeper. He moaned as he came inside you. You felt so good. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name.

"Carl!" He grabbed your arm and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to the couch, placing you on it. He rubbed his dick against you and he put it back inside. He fucked you until you came. "Carl!" You screamed his name loudly. "Shut up," he said, pounding into you.

He shoved his fingers in her mouth. "Carl!" You said in a muffled voice. "No. I needed something to make you shut up." After a few minutes, you could feel that he was about to cum. You bit his fingers and he groaned, filling you with his cum again.He collapsed on top of you. "Is this really what happens when Carl Grimes is jealous?" You laughed. "I guess I'll have to flirt with Ron more often."

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One down, a dozen more to repost. Anyway, I remember this was the first smut I ever wrote lmao

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realmrszurzolo · 2 months ago

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ron invites you to the burrow 𝜗𝜚

a/n: this is my first time actually writing/posting one of these so pls bare with me 😭 i like to think i’m not a bad writer but pls lmk if there are any grammar or punctuation errors 🤗😚 also i’m not british so there might be some mistakes or hiccups in the way they talk! again, i apologize 😓

warnings (??) — bf!ron, hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, pure fluff ♥︎

you and ron had been together for a few months now, and everything was as perfect as could be. you went to his quidditch games, you both bonded over your love for food, and he gave the best hugs imaginable.

he had been unsure if it was a good idea to take you to meet molly and the rest of his family, especially after the way she had reacted to fleur. but after much back and forth and asking fred, george, and ginny, he decided on it.

“just….beware. they can get crazy sometimes,” he cautioned, his chest rising in an oddly deep breath before raising his fist to knock.

the snow had really piled up, you thought, as your scarf barely helped your face warm. your mittens intertwined as best they could with ron’s, his hat matching the cloth on your hands.

“don’t worry, ron, im sure i’ll be alright,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you stared at the closed door waiting to open.

the door quickly flung open, revealing a beaming molly behind it. she immediately rushed over to hug ron tightly, mumbling a bunch of greetings. ron glanced at you from his mom’s hug, eyes wide in a ‘help.’

you giggled, running your thumb up his hand reassuringly.

molly pulled away, fixing up his now messy orange locks before looking to his left. molly’s jaw dropped, mirroring the way she pounced on ron, but somehow more aggressive to you.

“oh, you must be y/n,” she cooed, rocking you left and right as she squeezed the living daylights out of you.

“well, come on in, then!” she motioned for you two to follow her inside, you and ron side eyeing each other.

“sorry,” he whispered, swallowing thickly before following his mum inside the warm home.

“are you kidding? i love her already.”

once molly had rushed you two inside, arthur greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile. “my darling,” molly began, pouring you each a warm cup of tea. “you are twice as beautiful as ron makes you out to be,”

you smiled, giggling as you glanced at your boyfriend. his face reddened immediately.

“does ron talk about me a lot?” you ask curiously, lifting the mug to your lips. the warm steam cooled your pink nose. the fire crackled, fred and george conversing as they heated their sock-enclothed feet.

“oh, you have no idea,” molly began, ron buried his face in his palms. arthur chuckled, taking a long sip of tea. “but enough about him. tell me about yourself, dear,” she invited, motioning for ron’s dad to get out the biscuits.

“well, i’m a hufflepuff, i’m a prefect, head girl, and i have outstandings in all of my classes,” you told her, feeling a bit tense at the mention of your house. you knew how much the weasleys valued being a gryffindor, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them.

molly and arthur exchanged glances, and you swore you could’ve screamed and ran away right that moment. you tapped on your mug, looking at ron before down at your lap.

“ronald, you break this girl’s heart and you’re out of the house,” molly raised her pointer finger at him, causing a fit of comfortable laughter to fill the silence of the room.

“she really is an angel, mum. she tutors 1st years,”he added, making you smile shyly as you hid your face in the mug.

molly gasped, holding her hand over her heart. “well, my dear, i am beyond delighted that you are taking care of my ronald. just let me know if he becomes a handful. i’ll be more than happy to send a howler his way,” she warned, shooting ron a stern glance.

just as quickly as your worries came, they disappeared. molly loved you, arthur loved you, and you had not a doubt in your mind that ron did, too.

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a/n pt 2: this was so fun to make!! i’m on a 5 day break so i’ll be writing some stuff, pls pls pls pls PLEASEEE lmk if you want to see anything or have any questions at all!! 😚😚

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redheadwannabesblog · 3 months ago

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Hinny and Hot Chocolate: missing scene HBP

Harry wakes with a start. It takes him a moment to realize where he is as he recognizes the camp bed he’s been curled up on. He hears the rhythmic sound of Ron’s heavy breathing coming from the other side of the room and relaxes. It’s the burrow a few days before Christmas. He rubs his eyes before reaching for his glasses. It was another dream about the ministry, another vision of Sirius falling through the veil, another repeat of hearing Bellatrix cackle.

He got out of bed and carefully walked downstairs hoping to get a glass of water without waking the house. When he takes the last step he quickly sees he is not alone. Ginny is sitting at the kitchen table, Arnold snoozing softly by her hands that are closed lightly around a steaming mug.

She looks up and smiles lightly at him and she says “hi, would you like some hot chocolate? I made plenty.”

He nods and takes a seat while she gets up to make him the cup. She puts it in front of him and he says “thank you, what’s keeping you up?”

She seemed like she’d come from bed. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She was in an oversized sweater with a large G on it. But it must have been George’s because it was huge on her. He still couldn’t believe how pretty she was and how long it took him to notice.

She sighs “my roommate, she may look like a Veela but she snores like a troll. I’m shocked the house isn’t shaking”

He laughs quietly. “What’s your excuse?” She says before taking another sip.

“Oh you know, can’t sleep. “

She’s quiet for a while and seems to be studying his face. “How frequent are they? The nightmares”

“How did you know?” She always seemed to see through whatever mask he put up.

She shrugged “I’m familiar with the experience. I was the same for a while, still am some days.”

He keeps looking at her. Not sure he understands when she continues. “That summer after my first year I had them every night. It took a while to figure out how to cope.”

“What finally worked?”

“Running”

He wasn’t sure what answer he was expecting but it wasn’t that.

He raised his eyebrows over the mug of hot chocolate while he took a sip.

“Well running and flying. I think that really helped. They both gave me a place where I could put away all of it for a while. It helped me focus. Escape a bit. “

They were quiet for a long moment.

Harry looked at her, something he’d been doing a lot of for the past few months but he really looked at her. She’d grown up so much. He thought back to the little girl who had once put her elbow in a dish of butter at this same table.

“ I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you how you were afterwards. Maybe I could’ve helped you.”

Ginny let out a startling laugh, nearly spitting out the hot chocolate. “ only you would think that after killing 100 foot snake and bringing me back from the brink of death you’d need to apologize for not doing more. Honestly how much of a hero do you need to be?”

He laughed too but still he wished he had done more but he didn’t press.

“I’m OK Harry. And you will be too. And if you ever want to go for a run with me I’d welcome the company. “

He smiled at the kind offer trying not to imagine her in workout clothes with her long hair whipping behind her.

They chatted for a while until their drinks were gone but before long the clock in the corner chimed and they both looked.

2 am.

“Well I’m gonna try again to get some sleep. Maybe she’s quieted down. Goodnight Harry. “

And she left him sitting in the kitchen leaving just the faintest scent of flowers.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry x ginny #hinny fanfic #ginevra molly weasley #hinny #harry potter fandom #hinny fluff #hinny microfic #pro hinny #hinny art #hinnymicrofic

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emeritusemeritus · 10 months ago

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 4

Part 1 2 3 4

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. Angst, sadness, grief. Smut. Tags will be updated with each chapter.

This one got a little spicy 🌹

You took a deep breath as you looked up at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was nearly 6pm, already feeling a little drained by your busy and productive day.

You'd woken early and had noticed that George had already left for work by the time you'd gotten up and so you got ready and walked to the cafe on the corner, grabbed a quick coffee and a pastry to go before walking towards the Friday market in the centre of town, shopping bag and grocery list in hand. You walked around the little market and picked up some fresh vegetables and a handmade apple pie that looked delicious, deciding to buy that rather than make your own from scratch. You'd decided on cooking a Sunday roast lamb dinner, though it was Friday, and had chosen to present it using a giant Yorkshire pudding, something you'd seen creeping up in popularity within the muggle world that you were certain Arthur would greatly enjoy.

You bought fresh carrots, parsnips and a fresh mint plant that you needed to make your own mint sauce and some flowers for the table before walking to the supermarket and purchasing a lamb joint from the butcher section and a few more essentials, including wine, before walking home with your purchases. You'd listened to muggle radio stations as you washed and prepped the veg, bouncing around as you sang along to the songs that you knew, intermittently stopping to grab a sip of your tea in between tasks. Around 12 you stopped what you were doing, happy with the progress you'd made and fixed your hair and clothes briefly before apparating to the shop to take George some lunch. The shop was busy but not unmanageable and you could see that Ron had stepped in to help him, working the till. George noticed you immediately and gave you a wide smile, finishing up with the customer he was helping before walking over to you, gesturing for you both to go to the office.

"I didn't know if you had any lunch," you said, handing him a little bag of stuff you'd picked up from the shop, "thought I could take some of your stuff back with me, give you a bit more time tonight."

"You're too good to me," George says with a wink, enthusiastically pulling out the food from the bag, looking as if he was almost salivating at the sight.

You'd spent his lunch break together, preparing yourselves for tonight as he ate and then you'd apparated back with a bundle of his things that he had pulled earlier that morning, stuff that he knew would make it seem that he was living with you completely.

You checked the lamb and made the mint sauce quickly, peeled some more potatoes just in case and then set to cleaning. Once everywhere was clean, you went into George's room and brought out all of his things and moved them into your bedroom. His books went on the side of your bed, a pair of pyjamas were laid out on the dresser and you'd moved some of your girlier accessories into the spare bedroom so make it seem like you'd decorated up a guest bedroom. You stripped George's bed, throwing the bedding in the wash and replaced the sheet with a set of your own spare sets, so it again looked like a guest bedroom. You set up a little decorative area in your bedroom with some of George's things, adding them into the shelves and then had placed more of his things into the bathroom, along with placing his aftershave next to your perfume on the dresser.

Once you were happy with the flat, you took a minute to sit with a drink before finishing up the meal prep. You then took a shower, did your hair and makeup and got dressed, ready for the actual cooking, seeing that it was late afternoon already.

At 6:17pm, George apparated into the living room and his eyebrows immediately shot up, looking around.

"Wow Angel, looks like I've moved in," he says, reaching out for your hand as he pulls you close.

"I'd say so," you laughed, allowing him to pull you in. When his thumb caught on the stones of your engagement ring, he smiled and focused his gaze on the ring, seeing it on your finger.

"Looks great," he says, gesturing around you, "as do you."

"Oh Mr Weasley, you charm me," you joked, pulling away from him with a laugh as you smoothed out your skirt.

"Well future Mrs Weasley, that is my job," he smirks, twirling your around in his arms, making a quiet squeal fall from your lips at the unexpected motion.

"I thought you owned a joke shop?" You retorted, causing him to snort.

"I do, yet it appears you are the one with all the jokes tonight."

"Then perhaps you should make me a business partner," you jest, seeing George's smile growing.

"I intend to my love," he says smoothly, with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he stops spinning you, both of you looking at each other with a smile.

"You should get ready, they'll be here soon," you saw quietly, unable to look away from George's smiling face.

Fifteen minutes later and George is showered, dried and dressed, both of you waiting in the kitchen for his parents to arrive. Molly preferred not to apparate, having mentioned before that it left her feeling horribly nauseous no matter how many times she'd tried and so Arthur had offered to drive them in the car, muggle style.

"I'll go," George says, placing a hand onto your shoulder to calm you as he walks past you to open the door, having heard the telltale knock moments earlier.

"Oh y/n dear, how wonderful to see you!" She says, bounding over to you with a wide smile on her face, pulling you in for a hug as soon as she could reach you.

"Hello Mrs Weasley," you say warmly, holding on to her tightly. She looked very pretty with a flower beret in her hair, clearly having made an effort tonight in her beautifully crafted green crochet shawl and dress.

"Oh please, I've told you to call me Molly for years!" She laughs, stepping aside and looking around, "what a lovely place you have!"

"We have," George corrects her, stepping through into the lounge with you, Arthur following behind. You embrace and greet each other warmly as George explains to Molly that you two are living together.

"Oh well that is wonderful news!" She says, clapping her hands together, "you didn't tell me you were an item!" She says, smacking George on the arm as she looks between your both. He doesn't even flinch and simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh well done son!" Arthur says, clapping George on the shoulder warmly before sending you a special smile.

"Would anyone like a drink?" You offer, listing off a few things you have on hand. You go and fetch them both a drink and quickly check on the food before diving into conversation, listening to Molly's explanation of what her oldest children were up to.

"Well I have to say, that was absolutely delicious," Arthur says, placing down his cutlery and sitting back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his full stomach, "amazing what these muggles come up with isn't it, a giant Yorkshire pudding!"

You can't help but smile at his reaction, pleased that the novelty had gone down a treat. You catch George's eye as Molly compliments your cooking and he looks proud, a gentle, honest smile tugging at his lips.

"So how long have you been together, very sneaky of you both!" Molly says with a warm smile, pointing a playful accusatory finger between you and George.

"About six months," George says effortlessly, sticking to the little story you'd both created. He clears his throat and looks at you with a determined glance before turning back to his parents.

"We were going to wait until after dinner but now seems as good'a time as any," George says smoothly before reaching for your left hand, which you place in his, ring side up.

The sparkle immediately catches Molly's eye and she gasps loudly, causing Arthur to jump up in his seat.

"I've asked her to marry me," he says, looking into your eyes with a smile that you reciprocate.

"And I said yes," you replied, smiling warmly at him.

Molly let's out an animated squeal and rushes from her chair to envelope you both into a hug, her body bouncing in elation as Arthur beams with pride, his hands raising into the air in celebration.

"Oh how wonderful!"

"We must celebrate, now, everyone raise your glasses!" Arthur says proudly, raising his own glass of daisyroot. Molly scrambles to reach for her glass and you and George take hold of your own, raising and clinking them together in a round of cheers. The moment feels real and you don't even question it, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment with your smile beaming across your face.

Molly immediately bursts out into wedding planning, mentioning that her own dress was put aside for Ginny but she had a beautiful hair beret that you could use as your something borrowed and she could always try and convince Muriel to let you borrow her tiara even though she'd been rude about it with Fleur. You laughed and nodded the whole way through the conversation as George and Arthur had broken off into their own as Arthur proudly tapped George on the back, telling him outright how proud he was of him.

You cleared away with plates with a flick of your wand and then brought out the warm apple pie with a selection of custard and icecream, depending on everyone's preference. More drinks were had and by the end of the pudding you were beginning to feel a little tipsy, especially when George pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey to celebrate with.

You all congregated back into the lounge after the meal had finishes, laughing and drinking as Molly told stories of the kids when they were younger. Fred was mentioned a few times and initially it had felt like a kick to your gut but you pushed through and as the drinks flowed, so did the conversation.

"Goodness gracious look at the time! Arthur, we'd better get home," Molly says, tapping Arthur on the chest. He nods dutifully, sinking the last of his fire whiskey and begins to stand, immediately wobbling until he falls back onto the sofa. George turns to cast a look at you and you immediately understand what he's trying to communicate; there's no possibility he'd be able to drive home having drank so much and apparating would be incredibly dangerous for him due to his intoxication, which meant they would have to stay with you for the foreseeable.

George had managed to convince his parents to stay after their lengthy protests and you'd gladly offered them the 'guest bedroom' to sleep in.

George apparated back to the Burrow to collect a few things they might need after a lengthy list that Molly had reeled off with clear instructions on where everything way and exactly what he'd be looking for.

Whilst George was gone you made a cup of tea for everyone and began prepping their room for the night, ensuring that everything was neat and clean, with no hint of George's things being crammed into the room. George arrived back not too long after with their things and helped to get his parents settled into their room, mainly helping Molly get Arthur into something comfier and then into bed.

You'd had a fabulous night and it had gone so much better than you'd hoped, feeling firmly included and welcomed into the family even more than you already had been, even if it wasn't technically real. George came out of their room a few minutes later and you both couldn't help but giggle at the turn of events, never having seen Arthur so inebriated before. He was a joyful drunk, telling stories and little quips that we're actually rather interesting and the new side you'd seen of him only greatened your fondness for him. George came and sat next to you on the sofa now that it was just you and him and he immediately placed his arm around your back, pulling you into him.

"Well, complete success I'd say," he says quietly, keeping hold of you as you melt into his side, keeping his voice low just incase his parents were still awake. He reached for the television remote and flicked it on to a random channel, not really paying attention though it was nice to have a little background noise.

"Such a good night," you said fondly with a small smile, trying to suppress a yawn as you cuddled into him, watching the screen.

"That meal was delicious," he says, beginning to stroke your shoulder where his hand rests, "I'd marry you tomorrow now I know what your roast dinners taste like."

"Well lucky you," you say with a cheeky smile, "maybe not tomorrow though, I'm rather busy."

"Oh really?" He says with a playful tone, playing along.

"Yes, you see I'm head potioneer for this little joke shop in Diagon Alley, you've probably never heard of it," you say, "well their stores of potion products are low and it's my wonderful job to brew more, all day tomorrow. So I'm very sorry but I can't marry you tomorrow, much too busy."

"Well isn't that a shame," he says quickly, "perhaps I should have a word with this boss of yours, he sounds tyrannical, working you as he is."

"Oh absolutely, he's a menace, Mussolini in brown tweed."

George immediately lunges for you with your last comment and you can't help but laugh, trying your hardest to keep quiet as he grabs you and rolls you about on the sofa. Only when you pull apart does he pause and smile at you widely, his face lighting up with his smile.

"Want to go to bed?"

The very words make your stomach roll a little in nervous excitement, though you try desperately not to show it on your face. You simply nod and offer a warm but mildly fake smile before you stand and ensure everything is locked and switched off.

Though you and George had shared a bed only a few nights ago, this was entirely different and a nervous anticipation consumed you, knowing you'd both be heading to bed at the same time, both of you aware that this was happening.

"Need the toilet? I'm going to get undressed," he says, gesturing with a nod towards the en-suite in your bedroom.

"No, you go on," you said with a smile, walking over to the dresser to grab some pyjamas. You heard the door close and as you pulled open the drawer, an immediate dilemma faced you. What would you wear to bed?

You looked down at the various pyjamas in your drawer and felt frozen with choice, not knowing how to proceed as the different materials stared back at you, each of them seeming to convey something. There were a few pairs of oversized, frumpy sets that you mainly wore in winter or when you were needing comfort but they weren't exactly 'nice' nor would they look very attractive on, most of them having some sort of embarrassing pattern or cheesy slogan printed on the front. You didn't want George to see you in something so frumpy and shapeless, looking like you'd made absolutely no effort on yourself but the alternative seemed much too drastic too. There were a few nicer sets of lace and silk in sensual colours that you used to wear for Fred but wearing one of those would send a clear message to George that you didn't feel was appropriate, or it would look like you were trying too hard. You dig through the drawer, thankfully still hearing the water running in the bathroom and tried to find a compromise. Should you wear a bra? Everything felt so confusing.

You realised that you could no longer hear the water running and reached for a cotton set at the bottom, trying to make it seem like you hadn't spent his entire shower agonising over this simple choice. It was a simple camisole top with long bottoms, dark red and black check with just a little lace on the neckline, comfy but attractive.

You passed him on his way out of the shower, seeing the tips of his hair still damp and his pyjamas clinging to his slightly moist skin, hugging the wider parts of his chest and shoulders deliciously.

You washed off your makeup, splashing cold water on your face for good measure as you tried to calm your racing thoughts, knowing that you were being ridiculous. He probably wouldn't even see you if it was dark. You put on your pyjamas, throwing your dress in the hamper and took one look at yourself before turning off the light and stepping out into the bedroom. The lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room and you could see George reading in bed, covers pushed up to his hips as he concentrates on the page he's reading. He looks up at you though you don't look back at him as you take off your jewellery, leaving your engagement ring on, feeling his gaze burning into your side.

It feels more than awkward, peeling back the covers and slipping into your own bed now that George was already settled on one side.

"Is this okay?" George asks and it takes you a moment to realise he means the lamp.

"Yeah of course," you reply absently but politely as you sink down in bed, pulling the covers up to your waist. There's a few moments of silence that feels in between awkward and comfortable, knowing that your awkwardness stemmed from your own anxiety whereas George probably found the silence comforting as he read his book.

"Okay sorry," George says with a bit of a huff, marking his page with whatever he was using as a bookmark, a chocolate frog card by the looks of it, and placed the book into his lap, turning to you. You gazed up at him, leaning forward a little in concern at his sudden outburst. "How do you look so good in pyjamas?"

Your mind is completely empty, astounded by his words. His face had softened significantly as he looked upon your shocked face, a gentle chuckle passing his lips. "Sorry, it's just, no ones going to believe you're married to me when you're so hot."

You were hallucinating, you were almost certain of it. Those words had never come from George Weasley before and your mind started to spiral whilst your face remained blank, heart racing in excitement. You knew that the only way to reply was to fight it with humour, not able to believe that he was being serious.

"Shove off, I'm comfy," you replied, though your words felt hollow, almost like they weren't actually coming out of your own mouth.

"I'm being serious," he says chuckling with a shake of his head. "Only you could make pyjamas look yule ball worthy."

"How much have you had to drink?" You laugh, playfully nudging him, still trying to deflect his words.

He simply smiles at you in return, "very little actually, dad drank most of it." You both giggle a little at the thought of Arthur snoring away in the spare room, George's room.

"Well you're not so bad yourself Weasley," you tease, your gaze flicking to his bulging arms for just a second, seeing that the T-shirt was just slightly too tight around his biceps.

There's a brief moment when everything seems to pause and as if in slow motion, George leans over and presses his lips to yours, only hesitating for a moment as he looks as your face, searching for any hesitation, in which he finds none. Your lips meet his and its like an electric current is passing between you both, igniting something inside you that has you pressing into him and fuelling the kiss. The clattering of the book is a distant noise to you as the kiss deepens, George's hand wrapping around your jaw line as he pulls you in, his tongue slipping out and caressing your own. You feel weightless, breathless, like you're floating, hardly even aware of your hands as they reach out for him, feeling the soft material of his T-shirt under your fingertips as you seek purchase on his shoulders, a fire burning between you.

Clothes are shed with desperation, either of you able to fight the blistering urge to feel the other completely. His lips are all over you, his touch only fuelling the desire that consumes you, leaving you unable to think clearly as you seek out his touch. It's raw and primal, no time for thinking or hesitation as you melt into each other, passion and arousal overwhelming everyone of your senses. He's hot to the touch and in the back of your mind you can feel your own heat coursing through your body, feeling more out of control than you ever hand but at the same time, feeling completely safe and right. When he slips inside you for the first time, it's all you can do not to cry out, the pleasant stretch and overwhelming relief of the sensation is the only thing you can think of. Your glad that he'd been quick to cast a silencing charm around the room as you mom out, unable to hold back any longer as your hips meet his, desperate to keep him inside of you. He groans out again, moaning with abandon as his hips only increase in pace, seeing your own body contorting in pleasure, working with his movements to create the most sensual scene and feeling he could fathom. When his hand slips to your exposed breasts, fingers plucking as your hardened nipples, you cry out his name ecstasy and are blessed with an almost whimpering moan from him as his thrusts get harder, watching as your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, your body working to double your efforts chasing after the fullness he provides. Your walls begin to clench as the pleasure rises, white hot heat of bliss overtaking you, feeling his long and skilful fingers toying with your breasts, your pussy stretched around his perfect cock that hits every pleasure filled spot inside you and your throbbing clit rubbing sinfully against his happy trail with every deep thrust. It's too much and not enough all at the same time and you cry out his name over and over as your orgasm washes over you, hardly noticing his own climax until you slowly come down from your high, no longer feeling the force of his thrusts as he lazily slips in and out of you slowly in the come down. There's a warmth from deep inside you that is both intoxicating and comforting, knowing that the evidence of his pleasure had coated your insides, as if he'd claimed you as his own.

You're both breathless, panting against each other as your sweat covered bodies meld together, George's arms barely holding him up anymore as he slowly sinks down, putting more of his weight on to you that you welcome. You're still connected in every sense, your arms clutched around his shoulders, legs linked over hip hips and his now softened cock still inside of you. You reach up just enough to kiss his forehead where it is nestled into your neck, trying to prevent any awkwardness from slipping in to the blissful moment. His head turns downwards and he presses fluttering kisses over your chest, kissing each breast and trailing upwards until he kisses you on the lips with a sweetness that is a stark contrast to the burning passion of before. When he looks up at you, you feel breathless all over again. His eyes are so filled with emotion that it truly makes your heart flutter, seeing yourself reflected in his eyes, a look that you'd never seen crossing his gorgeous features.

With one last kiss, he slowly pulls away as your limbs disconnect from him and though you feel truly satisfied, you can't help but feel a little empty as his soft cock slowly slips out of you, no longer bringing you warmth or fullness. There's nothing said, no words needed as he pulls you into his still sweaty chest, unfazed at his nudity as his arms wrap around you, a kiss pressed to your hair as you lie there in utter contentment.

You realise George had fallen asleep a little while later and you attempt to slip out of his arms undetected as you make your way to the en-suite, careful not to wake him. You pee for good measure and consider showering but don't quite feel up to it right now. When you look in the mirror, you see a beaming smile greeting you in your reflection, not having noticed that you were doing so. You realised then how utterly happy you were, feeling more content than you had in so long.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months ago

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THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND?!

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you and George found Ron jerking off to you Warning: mention of jerking off. Note: requested by @lillisummers BASED IN OOTP

you sat between Fred and George at dinner as George poured you a cup of juice, he sat down and kissed your head before taking a sip of your cup

"ay, use your own cup" you whispered, trying to be quiet as the room fell silent

he smiled and looked forward, at harry, who's now holding the daily prophet

"he's been attacking dumbledore as well...fudge is using all his power, including his influence of the daily prophet to..smear anyone who claims the dark lord has returned" Sirius stated

your hold George's hand at the mention of the dark lord by instinct.

"why?" Harry asked

"the minister thinks dumbledore is after his job" Remus interjected, sitting in front of Harry

"but that's insane, no one in their right mind could believe that would of..." Harry began, being cut off by Remus

"exactly the point! fudge isn't in his right mind, it's been twisted and warped by fear" Remus nodded "now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry, the last time voldemort gained power, he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear..."

you looked over and George smiled sadly as he gave your hand a squeeze

you leaned into his side and closed your eyes, feeling his warmth

"now he's returned, and i'm afraid the minister will do almost everything to avoid facing that terrifying truth" Remus trailed off

"we think voldemort wants to build up his army again..fourteen years ago we had huge numbers at his command, and not just witches and wizards, but all manner of dark creatures. he's been recruiting heavily and we've been attempting to do the same, but gathering followers isn't the only thing interested in" Sirius explains

mad eye clears his throat, trying to make sirius stop talking, to which he doesn't

"we believe.." Sirius starts again, making Molly stop cutting the vegetables at the end of the table. you opened your eyes, feeling goosebumps form on your arms, having a chilling feeling

"voldemort may be after something" the long haired man said

"sirius" mad eye warned

"something he didn't have last time"

"you mean..like a weapon?" Harry questioned

Sirius opens his mouth to say more but Molly buts it

"no. that's enough, he's just a boy!" she exclaims, coming over to harry, taking the prophet away "say more and you might as well induct him into the oder straight away"

"good! i want to join. if voldemort's raising an army, then i want to fight!" Harry fought, making sirius clap his hands and lean back in his chair

"no, no, you've encouraged this sirius! it's not safe for him!" Molly scolded the Black

"is it just me or are you hungry too?" George whispered, taking your attention away from the adults

you looked at him and smiled "starving, what about you Fred? you hungry?" you looked over at Fred, who snickered

"why did mum bring us down for dinner when it wasn't even ready?" he wondered

"i was thinking the exact same thing" George huffed with a smile, throwing his arm over your shoulder before starting a conversation.

you looked at Fred but noticed Ron, sitting on the other side of him, staring at you.

though he didn't seem to notice you saw, as his eyes were focused a little lower. looking down at your chest.

you wouldn't say you were wearing a revealing shirt, but it did show a bit of cleavage

you raised your eyebrows at the boy as he finally looked up at your face

his eyes went wide as he realised you caught him and looked away, his face beet red

you shook your head and lifted the shirt up ever so slightly

Molly got fed up with Sirius and walked back to the food, ignoring him before angrily chopping the vegetables

"what did the broccoli do to her?" Fred joked quietly, making you and George snicker

George picked up your cup of juice and drank from it again making you sigh before slapping his chest

"drink from your own cup!" you sighed before leaning over taking his cup that has been left untouched but filled with juice and drinking from his cup

"oi don't drink from my cup" he huffed, trying to take it off you

"no, shove off, that's yours now, this is mine" you smile, moving the cup away, leaning away from him

"Fred get the juice off her" George pled, making Fred shake his head

"i'm not getting involved in your juice stealing" Fred leaned away

"ha!" you stuck your tongue out at George

"oh yeah? how about i pour the juice on you" he raised his eyebrow

you gasped and glared at him "you wouldn't!"

he smirked "i would"

he teasingly tipped his cup slightly, making you squeal

"shove off!" you giggled, leaning away, now leaning on Fred

"Fred help me!" you begged

"i'm not getting involved, but please don't get the juice on me" he chuckled

George leaned forward and teasingly tipped it again, messing with you "George, i swear to Merlin if you pour that on me" you squirmed as he wrapped his arm around you

"oh? what would you do?" he grinned

"i'll leave you" you stared at him warningy, but he didn't buy it one bit

"no you won't, you love me" he smiled innocently

"i do, but not right now" you whined

George gasped, faking hurt "wow"

"George, don't pour juice on her" Ron interjected

George leaned away from you and looked at his younger brother, sitting 3 down from him "aw, how sweet Y/n. ronikins here is looking out for you, he's on your side" George pouted at his brother, teasing him

you looked back at ron and found him staring at you again, making you feel weird, his eyes said something that made you feel a little..gross

you walked up the stairs hand in hand with George to talk to Harry, who had left the dinner table with Hermione ten minutes ago, probably to find Ron, who had left the dinner table well before them

"i think we just need to warn him s'all" George shrugged

"George, i think he already knows how dangerous it is, he's faced him before" you sighed, feeling sorry for Harry

"i know but he's still a kid" George huffed, walking to the first door to the left, Harry and Ron's room

"so are we" you tilted your head, not understanding his point

"but we're older, wiser" he smiled down at you

"oh you are anything but wise, George" you rolled your eyes, amused

"you're the best girlfriend, aren't you?"

"i like to think so" you grinned happily

George shook his head and opened the door, still holding your hand.

you looked up as George go ready to greet Harry- although, Harry wasn't there at all.

instead of the Potter boy, the youngest Weasley boy was sat on his bed, pants down to the knees as he pumped his cock at a fast pace, moaning as his head was thrown back in pleasure, clearly not noticing your presence

you quickly let go of George's hand and covered your eyes, turning around, trying to leave the room

"o-oh Y/n.." you heard Ron grunt, the sound of squelching getting louder

"what the hell?" George cursed in shock as you walked in to a wall on your way out, trying to get the image of a half naked Ron, jerking off

you heard Ron scream and shuffling of the covers

"what the hell! get out!?" ron yelled

you groaned in pain from headbutting a wall and turned around, reaching one hand for George, eyes still closed

George saw you reaching out and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you close to him

"were you seriously just jerking off to Y/n?" George asked, just as shocked as you were

"n-no" Ron stuttered

you peeked, seeing Ron fully covered by his blankets, his face as red as his hair

"We clearly heard you say her name" George frowned

"Whatever! Just leave!" Ron begged.

"You were wanking off to my girlfriend! That's your future sister in law dude! That's disgusting!" George exclaimed. Still in horror

Ron stayed silent. Feeling beyond embarrassed

"I mean come on. That's my girlfriend!" George scoffed

"I'm sorry!" Ron cried out.

You stood there in George's arms, Feeling a little uncomfortable

"Don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to her!"

Ron looked down. Not wanting to make eye contact with you

"I'm sorry" he sighed

"Now you're going to treat her with respect and if I catch you even looking at her the wrong way. Out come the spiders. Everywhere. I'm talking in your draws. Bed. Trunk, and on your face" George said sternly, making Ron nod vigorously. Still looking down

"Good" George scoffed before letting you go and taking you hand

"C'mon babe" he walks towards the door. Leading you out of the room

Once he shut the door. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow

"Future sister in law? What are you insinuating there, Weasley?" You smirked

"I think you know" he grins

"Oh yeah? It sounds like someone is planning on marrying me" you hugged him

"Oh shush. Now. Do you wanna go bleach your eyes?" He asked

"Oh yes please" you nodded happily

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#imagines #fluff #oneshot #x fem!reader #george weasley #oliver phelps #george weasley x fem #fred weasley #fred and george #ron weasley #hp imagines #requests #feel free to request #george weasley headcanons #hp fanfic

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eunoiaflow3r · 1 year ago

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trade - fred weasley x reader

requests open!

taglist

warning(s): language, not edited, smut

word count: 1.1k

request(ed): “rough sex with fred? 😊”

summary: kitchen sex lol

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Summers for you meant counting down the days til the cooler weather and staying with the Weasley’s. Your first year you became really close with Hermione and hence Harry and Ron as well. The four of you became a unit and would hardly be seen without each other.

Right now, you were in the Weasley’s kitchen late at night looking for some juice. Usually it’d be gone, but you saved yourself some and hid it from everyone so you could drink it later…except now you couldn’t find it at all.

“Looking for this?” You turned to find Fred, shirtless, pajama pants hanging low, with your mason jar of juice in his hand. Everyone knew you liked drinking out of them so you know Fred knows it’s yours.

“Give it up Fred…” Your relationship with Fred was rocky. He played pranks on you most times, and teased you others. Still, you couldn’t deny the attraction even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

You walk towards him and try to grab your drink but he holds it way over your head making it impossible for you to reach. You try but notice your shirt going up as you do.

He grins.

“That’s mine ya’know.”

“Molly gave it to me.” you say.

“Hmm, looks better on you.”

He takes a sip of your juice and you know he’s behaving this way to tease you. From the moment he laid his eyes on you he was mentally undressing you. You knew what this was going to lead to.

He takes a step closer to you and places his hands on your waist. Once he sees you have no objection he switches you two around so that your now pressed agains the counter.

Fred leans down so that his mouth was next to your ear. “How about a trade…shirt for juice?”

Before you could answer he was pressing kisses down your neck and kissing the exposed skin as he unbuttoned the shirt. You tried hard not to moan but let a few slip..this only egged him on. You forgot all about the juice as his mouth went lower down your body until he had you lifted on the counter and he was right above your pussy.

“May I?” he asks.

“Please…”

He gently slides off your panties and tucks them in his pocket discreetly. He presses wet kisses along your thighs until finally making his way back to your pussy where he takes urgency to your clit, not wasting any time as he flicks it with his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand as to keep the moans in and after a couple minutes you just couldn’t take it anymore. He was doing a marvelous job, but you wanted more.

“Fred, fred, fuck me please.” You whisper.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

He helps you down from the counter and kisses you, hard, his hand finds your hair and pulls so that you were completely in his control staring up at him while his tongue danced with yours.

He spun you around so that you were facing the counter.

“Bend over for me baby.”

He massages one of your breasts while he reaches for a condom from his pockets. Why he has one just in there…you don’t know but you were growing impatient. You wanted him…bad.

He pulls down his pants and you could tell he was rubbing himself but you were too nervous to turn around and look. You could hear as he rolled the condom on and anticipated his next move.

“You ready?”

You already knew you were wet enough - his mouth had made sure of it - you were so ready.

You nod.

“Wanna hear you say it love.”

“I’m ready Fred, please give it to me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled your hips towards him so that you were leaning forwards more, and pressed the head of his cock into your pussy. He pushed in and again, you covered your mouth to hide your moan. He kept going and you wondered if it was ever going to stop. He felt so good and he was so long you wanted to scream.

Once he was all the way in he paused, wanting you adjusted, until he pulled out again and started to keep a rhythm. He leant towards you and you could hear him moan which only turned you on more.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so wet for me right now.”

And you were. You could hear it. And fuck did you never want this to stop. You were reaching towards the counter, towards anything that might steady you - he began to go faster, rougher, he pulled your hair and moaned your name and you wondered if he was worried about getting caught but also feeling yourself nearing climax.

He hit that spot in you every time and you were almost there. Almost.

“Harder Freddy, please…fuck me harder.”

“Shit.”

Fred casted a protection and silencing spell on the kitchen. There was no way he could continue without exposing the two of you. You wanted it hard? That’s the way you were going to get it.

He pulled you back more so now your body was angled and he slowed his rhythm while rubbing your clit. Once your moans were steady again he went faster until you were practically wanting to scream, and squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come Fred. I’m gonna come.”

“You gonna come? Let’s do it together Y/N.”

He rubs your clit faster and you can feel yourself black out as pleasure overwhelms you. When he feels you squeeze his cock as you cum he pulls out moaning as he cums into the condom.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.”

You smile as you try to calm yourself down. You were both sweaty and breathing uncontrollably. You could barely even stand anymore. You leaned against the counter and watched as he tugged his pants on and threw the condom away. He found you the shirt and helped you put it on and button it up.

“My panties?” You ask. He thinks you didn’t see him steal them but you did.

“Mmm gotta trade me something for them.”

You roll your eyes.

“A kiss?” he asks.

You smile and reach up so that your hands were on either side of his face and you bring him down so that you can kiss him. It was long and deep and almost had you ready for part two.

You pulled away and he fake pouted. You walked towards your drink and took a long drink. Fred came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, while pressing kisses against your neck.

“Come to bed with me? I can give you a more comfortable shirt…less buttons?”

#harry potter smut #harry potter #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley smut #fred wealsey x reader #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #harry potter fandom #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter angst

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smutinlove · 5 months ago

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goodbye i love ur fanfics sm. (specifically carls ofc)

i just live for ur angst fics yk??

sensitive reader pls but she kinda a badass

reader goes insane for some reason,

rick,glenn, carl notice that she hasnt been sleeping/eating/drinking.

she would stay up every night watching the window.

to the point they would have to force her down and eat,

it turns out carl wasnt even talking to her but instead hanging out with his friends (ron and mikey)

small mindset inspo for reader(eversince they arrived at alexandria reader and carl didnt spend time 2gether)

she has no1 to talk to so yeah... u choose the ending ofc!

They say change is good, but sometimes change can fuck up your life. That's what happened to you.

Every day went by with you staring out the window, day and night. Your head was filled with a million different thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn't utter a word about to anyone. Why?

Nobody really noticed you anymore. Out in the wild, before Alexandria, you were a valued member of the group. You and Carl were practically besties (and more) You and Glenn had also had a fun time talking to each other.

He was like a father to you.

But now... you didn't really have anyone.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and you just sat near the window every day—barely sleeping and eating.

Was anyone even worried? Probably not. Why? They didn't notice you. You were a shadow that everyone was ahead of.

"Y/N."

It was another lonely and gloomy evening. An evening full of you staring outside the window—observing the weather... and maybe the citizens of Alexandria. (If they even left their homes. Cowards...)

"Hey!"

You were numb, tired—pissed. No one. You had no one, right?

"Listen to me!"

"Relax—"

You opened the window, letting some fresh air in. It was a soft embrace on a glum Saturday evening.

"Fuck!"

"Carl! Glenn!"

You felt a strong shake. Was the world tilting? No. But you definitely were.

You saw two worried faces staring down at you. One shook your shoulders while the other yelled your name. "Y/N, are you listening?"

Such a soft voice. So soothing. The tone made you melt.

But reality struck and it was painful. There were people talking to you while you remained unresponsive.

"Perhaps she has gone mental!"

"Carl!" Rick scolded.

"Huh?" You finally managed to utter. Your voice was rough and hoarse from not speaking. It hurt.

"She speaks!" Carl chimed. "Not funny, Grimes boy," said Glenn.

"Carl?"

The blue-eyed boy beamed. "Welcome back, love." Carl said, a small smirk falling in to place on his face.

Rick left and came back into the room, holding a plate of eggs and bread. He also had a glass of juice. He placed both things in front of you. "Eat, Y/N. Please."

You couldn't. It... was strange. You just couldn't. But you had to. You should. And you would. And... you could.

Your hand trembled as you reached for the piece of bread on the plate. You also noticed the smiles on Rick and Glenns' faces. But Carl was glaring at the now closed window.

What was he staring at? Mickey and Ron. The two were talking and laughing outside. While he was stuck with you. It wasn't a bad thing that he was stuck with you. No. Never.

"Have you been sleeping?" Glenn asked, noticing your eyebags. You bite into the piece of bread, slowly swallowing and chewing it. You were tempted to lie, but that wouldn't solve anything. "No."

"Why?" Rick asked. "Talk to us. But you don't need to."

"Can... can I talk to Carl?" You asked. "Just Carl."

The two older men gave each other looks before nodding and leaving the room.

"What's up?" Carl asked nonchalantly. You gulped. "What's up with you, Carl?" His name came out as almost a scowl.

"What?" He tilted his head.

You stopped eating and took a sip of juice. "Carl," you felt hesitant. But you needed to. For answers. "Carl, we don't hang out! We haven't talked properly since we arrived here at Alexandria!"

"I... I thought you wanted a life, Y/N. Even if it isn't like before."

You huffed. "Carl, I wanted you! You're my best friend. Fuck! But no! All you have done for the past few weeks is hang out with Mikey and Ron, forgetting about me!"

Carl looked taken aback. "Y/N, please—"

"—No! No more. Get out!"

"Y/N, no. I won't."

"Get the fuck 'outta my room, Grimes!" You yelled with the force of a thunder storm. He nodded and made his way for the door when he turned around and said, "I'll be here. I'll... wait. And I'm sorry."

He left and suddenly the world just became louder. The peace that was once there had been evaporated.

Is it over now?

Maybe not. Maybe it is.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

Okay you sorry fucks! BEG ME to release a part 2 of this. BEG ME. GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! grrr

anyway i love angst

also this is like such a cool moment for me. i just published two carl grimes fanfics in the span of two hours. im so hip and cool

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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 6 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

love triangle — rival! ron weasley x male! reader

solving a love triangle in the only correct (and gay) way

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“Hey, Hermione,” you said with a cheeky grin, sitting across from her.

She glanced up. “Hey, Y/N..?”

“D’you wanna go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Oh! Uh, that’s very sweet of you to offer-”

“-but I’m sure Hermione would much rather go with someone else,” interrupted the annoyance that was Ron Fucking Weasley.

You glared at him. “But of course, going to a dance with a platonic date is rather pathetic, wouldn’t you agree, Granger?”

Ron opened his mouth to snap back, when Hermione interrupted the both of them. “Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, stop fighting. I’ve already got a date.”

You turn to look at her quizzically, saying at the same time as Ron, “Who?”

“Well, if you must know, Viktor Krum.”

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The Ball crept closer, Hogwarts’ halls alive with excited whispers and laughs. It seemed like everyone had a date except for you. And Ron, you supposed.

(And Ron’s friend, Harry. Although you had sneered in passing to the ginger, “looks like he’s got eyes for your sister, Weasley,” which had almost led to a fight breaking out in the halls as he hollered for you to “shut your bloody mouth!”)

((Sure enough, within the week, Harry Potter had a date to the Yule Ball—Ginny Weasley. You took great pleasure at smiling smugly at Ron whenever you saw him.))

Hermione’s rejection hadn’t deterred either of you though. Ron seemed determined to outdo you. When you gave her a tiger lily you’d picked in Herbology, Ron sent a bouquet of flowers to her dorm. When you split a Chocolate Frog with her, Ron took her to Honeydukes. Anytime you saw each other in the halls, you glared daggers sharp enough to make the paintings rattle on the walls uncomfortably. It was all-out war.

Even the teachers seemed to notice, for better or for worse.

“I’m taking your girlfriend to Flourish & Blotts this weekend, Weasley,” you whispered casually under your breath to your elbow partner in Potions.

“I swear to Merlin, L/N, I’ll-”

“Mr. Weasley, Mr. L/N, if you’d care to pay attention rather than chatter about your meaningless weekend plans,” Professor Snape drawled, glaring his beady little eyes on you both. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

You stifled a giggle under your breath, accidentally making eye contact with Ron, whose embarrassed expression and red-tinged ears made you just absolutely lose it. You had to clamp one hand over your mouth to prevent any laughter from escaping.

Then, much to your surprise, Ron started chuckling quietly too, cheeks still flushed from the reprimand.

“Pay attention,” he drawled under his breath in a mocking imitation of Snape. You snorted, clearing your throat to disguise the noise when the Professor in question whirled around to see who dared disrupt his class.

~~~

After class, you elbowed Ron in the hall. “Man, Snape’s such a dick, right?”

“Totally. He’s got it out for me, I swear.”

“I think he’s just got it out for Gryffindors in general. Remember when he antagonized Longbottom so bad that he was his boggart?”

“Yeah, that was brutal,” Ron shook his head, as you both walked to your next class together. “Hey, look, I just wanted to say like, sorry? I’ve been kind of an ass to you this whole year…” Ron trailed off.

“Nah, it’s fine, man. I haven’t been much better. I think we both kind of got caught up in the competition of asking her out,” you shrugged. There was no reason to clarify who her was. “Truce?”

“Yeah,” Ron smiled. “I’d like that.”

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So here you were, alone at the Yule Ball, your friends having left you to dance with their dates. You leaned against the wall, watching the couples twirl around with a mild tinge of jealousy. Sipping your drink, you surveyed the crowd, appraising everyone.

When your eyes landed on Hermione, who was being lifted up and spun around by Viktor Krum, your first thought was not one of envy, but rather, she would’ve looked much better in blue. Your gaze drifted to her date, and lingered on Krum for a moment too long.

Damn, he looks good, you thought to yourself, blinking quickly at the thought. Where did that come from?

Ron sidled up to you, looking rather smug for someone wearing such an ugly outfit. “She’s having the time of her life, isn’t she?”

“Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah, I guess,” you mumbled, your gaze drifting back to Viktor.

How can someone look so hot? That ought to be illegal.

Ron’s eyes narrowed, and he followed your gaze. “Merlin, dude. Are you staring at Krum?”

“What? No! S-shut up!”

He snickered, patting your shoulder patronizingly. “S’alright, man. I’ve been watching Diggory all night myself.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “You’re-”

“Yeah,” he cut you off, lips thinning a bit. “That bother you?”

“Not a hypocrite, Weasley.”

He glanced at you, clearly taken off guard. You kept his gaze for a long moment, finding the way his blush matched his hair to be rather cute.

“Care to dance then, L/N?”

“If you can keep up, Weasley.”

You two took to the dance floor, twirling around like idiots and laughing loudly. Neither of you noticed your respective friends, and the teacher chaperones, watching on in morbid fascination.

And when you kissed at the end of the song, neither of you noticed Harry scowling as he handed both Ginny and Hermione a galleon each.

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#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #these bitches gay good for them #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x male reader #i love him #hes just so babygirl

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tedwardremus · 5 months ago

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Lie to me for Harry and Ginny.

Thank you for sending me a prompt from this list!

Harry blinked as he was greeted by the familiar bright yellow overhead lights of St. Mungo’s. A small, comforting hand was holding his. Harry’s neck was stiff as he looked over to see a tiny lump of red in the chair next to his hospital bed. He gave the hand a squeeze.

“Hey.” His voice was hoarse and quiet.

Ginny scooted to the edge of her chair and with her free hand, she gently pushed his hair off his forehead. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Is it morning?” Harry asked, trying to get his bearings again.

“No, well technically I guess it is.” Ginny mused. "It's half past midnight."

“What day?”

“The twelfth.”

Harry had been out for three days. "Same month, though, right?"

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.” Then Harry frowned. “It must have been bad.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, usually it’s Ron who takes night duty.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were married to Ron.”

Harry gave her hand another squeeze. “I’m not saying I’m not happy to wake up and see you. You’re a much better sight than Ron.”

“Thank you.”

“So it was bad? Three days out and you’re here instead of at home with the boys?”

“The boys are at the Burrow having the time of their lives.”

“And you’re here at my deathbed.”

“Hardly, dead people don’t usually talk.”

“Hmm, I seem to talk to dead people quite often though.”

“Not so much anymore.”

The clock on the wall ticked and magical medical monitors beeped. Harry was increasingly aware of how tight and sore his face felt, a weird itch on his leg, and a sharp pain in his back.

“Alright,” Harry said. “Lie to me. Tell me how great I look.”

“You look fantastic. Never better. It’s no wonder you keep winning Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Wizard.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm,” Ginny’s blurry head nodded. “Your face isn’t swollen and purple at all, and there isn’t some weird greenish fluid that keeps oozing out of your leg resulting in hourly check-ups from the healers.”

Harry laughed, but it quickly turned into a rough cough. Ginny placed a straw in his mouth and he took a sip of water.

“You’ll be fine,” Ginny whispered as she pushed his hair back again and gave him a kiss.

“Of course I will be, I’m always fine when you are here,” he said as he closed his eyes again, giving Ginny’s hand another squeeze.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny

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r2d2lover · 1 year ago

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5 Galleons Pt. 2

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Fluff and angst with smut in this part, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.

Summary:

The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.

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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.

Fred cursed the moment the game ended, watching all the flags around the Quidditch Pitch turn yellow in Hufflepuff's favor. McLaggen was nowhere as good of a player as Ron was, even though Fred would rather die than admit that to his own brother. It was obvious after this embarrassing game that ended 60-320. He watched McLaggen miss each Hufflepuff Bludger because he was too busy telling the rest of the team how to play. However, Fred was equally distracted, watching you zip around as Seeker as you weaved between the other players in pursuit of the Golden Snitch. He had a whole plan about how he was going to lead you back to his room under the watchful eye of McLaggen. Now in the locker room, he refrained himself for punching him out for costing Gryffindor the game and instead looked forward to relishing in being 5 galleons cheaper the next day. Fred just had to get creative. He swore he caught you staring at him while he was redoing the laces to his uniform pants before the game started, but you looked away before he could acknowledge you from across the Pitch.

Luckily, Harry kept the post-game talk brief, but Fred found it easy to slip out at the last minute to take a shower and change into clean clothes for the Hufflepuff party. He expected very little of the experience, just looking forward to seeing their famed Seeker. He descended the spiral staircase that lead to the Hufflepuff common room, sighing at the fact that it was in the basement. Earlier that day, Fred had grabbed a first year Hufflepuff and coerced him into giving Fred the common room password by offering him a free Skiving Snackbox. Fred was determined to walk into the common room unscathed and with a proud look on his face for her. He loved watching her melt into an uncharacteristically nervous mess around him. She was even changing him a little bit. Fred recalled the other day in Potions when he told her that her perfume was the only thing he could smell in the Amortentia. It wasn't a complete lie; he also smelled a faint scent of old books and grassy leather. He thought it was probably because the first time he met the Hufflepuff Princess was during a Quidditch practice in their first year and he spent the rest of his years trying to uncover her secrets. When Fred finally reached the unsuspecting barrels that hid the Hufflepuff common room, he reached the middle barrel and gave it a careful five knocks. The wall dissolved, revealing loud music and even louder cheers. Fred smiled to himself before entering the Hufflepuff common room, ready to see her.

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You've taken a sip from something your best friend brewed, trusting her because she was the Potions professor's favorite. "It's not alcohol," she had promised, giving you a large mug of the liquid. It sure felt like Firewhiskey, giving the same warming feeling. However, instead of hiccuping or feeling sleepy like you usually did after taking sips of Firewhiskey, you felt on top of the world. It didn't help that the entire common room was chanting your name because of your winning save. Nothing could ground you in that moment, not even Fred, who sauntered through the common room doors untouched by vinegar. He immediately spotted you because you decided to stand on the middle table waving at people, a reckless thing that your friend was surely going to tease you about later. Fred could barely hide his amusement as he made his way to he table, offering you a helping hand down.

"Is this what you're like to the Hufflepuffs? Maybe I should beg for a house transfer," Fred leaned in close, moving your hair to the side. "And you let your hair down."

"It's out of pity," You bit your lip, fixated on the way Fred was showing off his forearms in his rolled up uniform shirt. "That game was absolutely terrible for Gryffindor. Here, take a sip of this."

You offered Fred the cup you were drinking from, which he took gladly. You lead him to a couch and he refused to give you your cup back. A second year Hufflepuff quickly gave you a new cup and you laughed. You could get used to this. Other people from your house came by to comment on how good the game was to Fred, who just laughed and blamed McLaggen for costing Gryffindor their spot in the finale. Others gave you raised eyebrows at Fred's arm that was thrown across your shoulders, which you didn't even notice at first. Whatever liquid your best friend had made was truly working its magic. You decided to interrogate Fred on his newfound obsession with you.

"So what's with the sudden attention?" You tilted your head back to make eye contact with Fred. He had that same amused face from earlier.

"What do you mean?" But you could tell from his eyes he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Our entire time at Hogwarts, you've barely talked to me, but now you show interest. What are you playing at?" You squinted at him, hoping that Fred would crack. He simply took another sip of your drink coolly and shrugged.

"I'm not playing at anything. I just didn't know how to get the mighty Hufflepuff Princess to fall," You rolled at your eyes at his fixed grin. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "From Quidditch practice our first year, I've always wondered what it is that makes you tick."

You flinched when Fred placed a hand on your exposed thigh. You didn't realize how far your skirt was riding up. He squeezed lightly, laughing at how your stuttering again. You took a deep breath and moved his hand back to his own lap.

"That's such a lie. Everyone knows you were pining after Angelina Johnson since our first year," You said mockingly, regrettably out of your drink. You decided the let the liquid settle instead of getting more, already feeling extroverted and talkative.

"Hm. Do I sense jealousy?" Fred tilted your chin to look at him and your chest felt tight. You kept eye contact with him until you made the fatal mistake of dropping your gaze to his lips. With a swift movement that you could barely process, your lips touched his. You were emboldened by the potion. Fred quickly set down his cup, using his now free hand to cup your face. You heard an excited hum come from Fred, who pulled you into a deeper kiss. It was hungry. Desperate, even. He tasted just like the potion you both had been drinking, laced with a metallic tinge that came from an injury he sustained earlier in the Qudditch game.

"I'm jealous of nothing," You murmured against his lips, breaking the kiss. Your heart was undoubtedly racing. It felt like the entire common room went silent and still. After the kiss, you felt like the entire common room was watching you, heightening your nerves. Fred grabbed your shaking hands, pulling it around his neck. This time, he leaned in for a kiss and you unconsciously tangled your fingers into the back of his hair. The rest of the world melted away into Fred's lips. You secretly liked that he knew what he was doing, biting at your bottom lip for entrance.

"Somewhere," You said breathlessly between kisses. "More private."

Fred obliged quickly, letting you lead him up to your private prefect quarters.

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"Who knew you were so naughty?" Fred teased as you fumbled with the keys to your room. You were the obvious choice for prefect since you've started Hogwarts and you worked towards the title for the added responsibility, but the best perk by far was your own room. Fred didn't waste time once you were able to open your door. He pinned you against the wall immediately, kissing you deeper than he did in the common room. He slid a hand between your waist, untucking your shirt from your skirt with finesse so that he could feel your curves. You were still a little tense, feeling inadequate against Fred's knowledgable hand movements. You had only done this once before with an older Ravenclaw from your Arithmancy class late last year, so luckily he was gone before the rest of the school could find out about your escapade. This time, there was no hiding from the way that you hungrily dragged Fred up the prefect stairs. You didn't care if it was out of character for you. You were having dirty thoughts about this weekend ever since Fred made his bet and said he could only smell your perfume in the Amortentia. Your fingers quickly worked to unbutton his white uniform top, earning a smile from Fred against your kiss. You rid him of his shirt and he tried to do the same for you, but you were in a sweater vest.

Fred groaned when you started undoing his belt, fingers grazing the top of his boxers. "Take off something," Fred pleaded, breaking the kiss so that he could watch you undress. You popped your sweater vest over your head and starting undoing your button down.

"Merlin, are you trying to kill me?" He sat back on his elbows on your bed, absolutely reeling from the fact that you had forgone a bra.

"I forgot to put one on after the game," You said softly, stepping out of your skirt. You met Fred at your bed, giving him a kiss before taking his pants all the way off. You pushed his legs all the way on to the bed, climbing in between his thighs. Fred watched bewitched at the sight of you about to go down on him. You gave him a smirk before reaching down to his hard cock, giving it a few pumps while leaning up to kiss him. He groaned in satisfaction and could barely contain himself when you kissed down his neck to his naval, finally placing a kiss on his sensitive head. You made sure to look up at him before you grazed your tongue along his shaft, making him jump a bit. You proceeded taking his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and letting your tongue loosen.

"If only they could see you now," Fred said breathlessly, bunching your hair up out of your face. "The perfect Hufflepuff Princess in all- Fuck- All her glory. You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock."

You moaned at his praise and decided that you needed release of your own, but your moaning only encouraged Fred to push your head down deeper, giving a satisfying moan himself. You came off Fred with a pop, choking from the lack of air. Fred, his hand still in your hair, pulled you up for a kiss before flipping you on your back.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Fred whispered, dragging his nose across your cheek. You cherished his caring tone, his usual flirty playboy persona melting into the air around the two of you,

"Fred, I... I want- Fuck... No. I need you," You begged, dragging your hands down his chest. He grinned, tracing two fingers across your folds, sighing happily from how wet you were.

"Oh, I can tell. I just like listening to you beg," Fred smirked, teasing your entrance. You squirmed at the thought of relief just seconds away.

"Please," You slurred, pulling on his hair so that he would lean down to kiss you. You cursed his patience, but finally he leaned in with a thrust that made your back arch. "Oh my God."

Your whimpering only encouraged Fred's rhythmic thrusts. You could barely let out the words faster, harder before he met your demands. Your release built up faster as he continued to comment on how beautiful you looked under him. Fred's arms were planted strongly at the sides of your head, with a steady gaze on your pleasure.

"You take me so well. Look at me. I want you to look at me while you cum," Your eyes had drifted shut in order to fully feel Fred's unforgiving stretching of your entrance, but he used a free hand to grab your face to make sure you were looking at him. He leaned back slightly, changing the angle that he was fucking you at, hitting a different spot that made you moan so loud you forgot that there was a party happening downstairs. Fred used his other hand to reach down between your legs, rubbing slowly and softly, sending you into a frenzy. You could barely breathe and you surrendered any reservations about being quiet as you came around his cock. Fred groaned, dropping his body onto yours, burying his face into the crook of your neck and placing kisses on the sensitive skin.

"Fred," You choked out, winded from your orgasm. "I want you to fill me up."

Fred let out a string of curses at your vulgarness and with a thrust that was deeper than the others, he came in you and collapsed besides you, a panting and sweaty mess. He leaned up on one elbow, relishing in how messy you looked because of him.

"Here, I'll clean you up," Fred said delicately, rushing over to your washbasin with one of your facecloths. He offered you your clothes back, but you simply rolled over and enjoyed the moment. Fred climbed into bed with you, surprising you when he pulled you into his chest. He continued to comment on how beautiful you were as he stroked your hair, lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up, hazy from the light filtering through your curtains. You jolted awake when you realized that you weren't wearing any clothes except for a button down that was way too big for you. Fred was gone, but left a soft dent in your bed that told you that he had left rather recently. Checking the time, you saw that breakfast wouldn't open for another hour, but you decided that it was probably best to check on the state of the common room after last night. You changed into a new set of clothes, kicking aside the haphazardly strewn garments from last night into a pile that you would deal with later. You realized with a frown that Fred had only left his shirt and not a note or anything of the sort.

When you descended the stairs, you wish you weren't chosen as prefect. The rest of the house seemed to have had a night like yours, your fellow housemates asleep on any flat surface possible. You slowly made your rounds to wake people up so that they could go back to their rooms just in case Professor Sprout wanted to make a surprise Saturday visit. Afterwards, you basked in the stillness of the room, choosing to skip breakfast in favor of a leftover pumpkin pasty that someone had stolen a tray of from the kitchen next door. You cringed at the thought of having to talk to Fred now. What could you possibly say? Hopefully he'd find something witty to say first, diffusing the tension. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch deciding to put these thoughts in the same pile of clothes on your floor to worry about later.

---

Once it reached nightfall, you realized you successfully but accidentally avoided Fred and any other suspecting gossip from the school. You spent the day preoccupied with following your best friend around Hogsmeade, who was in pursuit of various potion ingredients and details of last night. You kept her at bay by telling her that you'd reveal everything once you returned to your rooms for the night because you were worried about any eavesdroppers. By the time you returned for dinner, you were exhausted. The minute you took the side of the table that faced the Gryffindors, you felt silly for putting this much effort in hopes of simply catching a glimpse of Fred. You noticed that he was sitting at a different part of the table with most of the Quidditch team instead of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. It also looked like he was getting a lecture from George, but his new seat was mostly blocked by the Slytherins that sat in front of them.

Halfway through dinner, the twins and Cormac McLaggen left the Great Hall with devious looks on their faces. Your best friend spent the next few minutes persuading you into following them so you could talk to Fred. With a sigh, you went out the same double doors that Fred cornered you in just a few days ago and began to look for Fred. He couldn't have gone back to his room. This would be the most inefficient way to get there. You rounded the corner before stopping dead in your tracks and ducking behind a pillar. The twins and McLaggen stood in the middle of the cloister, laughing hysterically.

"Alright, pay up," Fred laughed, holding his hand out towards McLaggen, who groaned before digging into the pocket of his robes.

"What if I don't believe you? George?" McLaggen pressed, bouncing a pouch of coins in his hands. George held up his hands in defense.

"That was a solo adventure for Fred. Though through twin ESP, I can assure you he's not lying," George laughed, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder. You were incredibly confused, mind racing with possibilities about what they were talking about. It was the same feeling as when Fred kissed you, but much more sinister.

You felt like you were going to be sick.

"It really wasn't as much of a challenge as you thought, McLaggen, I think I'm just simply better than you. It was easy. She's all soft under that uppity exterior," Fred gloated. "She folded within minutes." Fred had on a look that you could only describe as a leer and was brought back to reality when George smacked him on the chest and told him that he shouldn't be talking about girls like that. With that, you were stunned, barely able to process the entire conversation. Really, it felt like you had been casted with Petrificus Totalus and you forgot how to breathe. You watched McLaggen curse under his breath and hand over five galleons to Fred.

With each clink of the coin, you felt your face get hotter and eyes get wetter. You softly cast the Disillusionment charm over yourself so that you could run back to your room undetected, tears falling without remorse. You only made it to the mermaid fountain in Central Hall before collapsing, forgetting to breathe after leaving the walkway. You cursed yourself for stopping here out of all places, refusing to look at the library. You were relieved that the study period for the night hadn't started yet, but there was a greater sense of loneliness in the usually bustling hall now more than ever. You desperately tried to put yourself together, not wanting anyone - but mostly your fellow housemates - to see you like this. You decided to salvage any reputation you had left by quickly drying your tears and finding solitude in your room.

---

"C'mon, you've never skipped class. I don't think Professor Flitwick will give you detention but I also don't think you want to find out," Your best friend coaxed you out of bed. All you could do was turn in your bed so that you would face the wall instead of her.

"No. Fred is in that class," You said dejectedly, knowing that she was right. Flitwick was your favorite teacher and you his favorite student, but you couldn't bear the thought of looking at Fred after what happened on Saturday. You were grateful that there were no prefect duties to attend to at all yesterday, deciding that the best course of action was to lock yourself in your room all day and "get a head start on the next week." Your best friend slipped you some food that she nabbed from the Great Hall and fortunately, did not press any further. You told her yesterday that nothing happened between you and Fred. You've never felt more embarrassed in your life and saying the words out loud would only mean that it were true. With a great sigh, you ripped off your blankets and decided to get ready for the day, unable to come up with a good excuse for missing Charms.

You played nervously with the end of your braid while walking to the Charms classroom, wishing you had did another hairstyle. It was soothing for you to do up your hair, but in your distracted state, the intricate design was lost and you just felt messy. You still managed to get to Charms class a little early, hoping to ask the professor a question you encountered in your studies last night. You also hoped that this meant you could get a seat in the front of the class quickly.

You were surprised to have spotted Fred sitting uncharacteristically by the wall in front of class and all you could hear above the sound of your heart pounding in your ears was the clinking of the Galleons. Before you could decide to give up on classes for the day and run back to your room, Fred waved at you and got up quickly to meet you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, warding off any feelings of crying.

"Hey, I missed you this weekend," Fred grinned, which only made you clutch your books harder. His expression turned quizzical when he realized you refused to meet his gaze.

"How unfortunate," Your said softly, voice shaking. It wasn't in your nature to ignore him and honestly you didn't know how without appearing rude. Ha. How could you worry about being rude to Fred Weasley when the only reason he was talking to you was to try to win some cheap bet with his friends. Your anxiety immediately turned into a sour anger when you realized this, trying to move around Fred into the classroom. He grabbed you by the waist and swiftly pinned you to the wall, just like he did the night before, making you yelp.

"What? That bad? I thought you had a rather good time," Fred said cheekily, clearly not understanding the issue. You decided to look the beast in the eye, which was a fatal mistake. Every emotion that you kept bottled up over the weekend threatened to spill out

"I think it's best if we just get along with our lives, okay?" You said, hoping that you were giving him an out from the whole situation. You literally bit your tongue in order to avoid saying anything else. Fred looked at you bewilderedly and released his hand around your waist, causing you to bolt towards the classroom.

"Hey, wait! Wait, what's wrong?" Fred grabbed you by the arm before you could really get anywhere and you could barely hold back your tears from his sincerely concerned voice. Determined not to cry in front of him, you took another deep breath. You couldn't believe you were in this situation, frustrated above all. Fred couldn't possibly be concerned about you. You were just a game to him. A mere five galleons. The churning in your stomach and tears welling in your eyes dispelled itself as word vomit.

"Look I know, okay? I know why you started talking to me. I know why you made that silly... bet with me," You spit, yanking your arm out of his grasp. "I tried to go talk to you on Saturday night after dinner and I saw it all. You, George, McLaggen. The whole thing. You know what, fuck you, Fred. You don't have to deal with my 'uppity exterior' anymore, okay? I don't want you to. You're a slag. I don't ever want to talk to you again."

At this point, the hallway was filling up with students on their way to class, so many of your classmates definitely saw you shove Fred in the chest so hard that he stumbled backwards into the wall. Surprisingly, you didn't cry at all, but instead, your mouth stayed with a sour taste that you thought would resolve itself if you gave Fred a piece of your mind. Leaving him stunned, you wiped a little bit of blood off your mouth from biting your lip so hard and ducked into the Charms classroom.

---

Much to your mortification, your best friend and the rest of the Hufflepuff table was buzzing about your confrontation with Fred. The lunch break never felt so long. People congratulated you for showing him up without caring about the reason why. This time, you sat in your usual seat with your back to the Gryffindor tables. Your best friend couldn't contain her curiosity and set aside her courtesy from before, demanding to know what happened to warrant such a reaction. You promised her that you would tell her later. Luckily, you had a free period during this time and could hide from all the whispers in the hall. If you had to hear "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" one more time, you were going to hex somebody. You decided to leave the Great Hall early, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of attention you were receiving.You barely made it passed the second set of doors to the Great Hall when someone called your name. You turned around, knowing exactly who it was.

"Fred, it hasn't even been six hours. I meant it when I said I don't ever want to speak to you again," You kept walking forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Fred quickly moved in front of you, physically stopping you between himself and the house points hourglasses.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job at it," Fred retorted humorously. Maybe you should just hex him, you thought. "Okay, bad joke. Look, I want to explain myself. You deserve an explanation."

"I- Whatever, make it quick," You thought that if you let him say what he wanted, he would leave you alone afterwards. "You've embarrassed me enough."

"It really wasn't my intention. I... I sincerely apologize for treating you the way I did. It was a sleazy thing to do. I wasn't thinking and I let my pride get before knowing you. I- I'm sorry," Fred looked at you with such a definitiveness that it sent a shiver down your spine. You cursed your softhearted nature. You couldn't just forgive him like this. You folded your arms because looking at his vulnerability made you want to pull him into a hug.

"I think the worst part is I believed you. I believed that you actually liked me. I can't even look at you without feeling humiliated. Did you fake that whole show in potions too?," You said as coolly as possible.

"Actually like you? I... Look, I- I do. I actually do like you. Ever since that day I met you on the Quidditch Pitch. I've been an ass but that part is real. I didn't do the bet to make a point, but because I actually wanted to. I really did smell your perfume that day in the Amortentia. You drive me crazy. I-"

"Please don't say 'actually' or 'really' again. They're starting not to sound like words," You joked gently. Fred laughed in relief and cupped the side of your face, softly stroking your cheek.

"Are you still mad at me?" Fred pulled you in a little bit closer, easing you into a hug.

"Just a little bit. But you can make it up to me later," You said, happily inhaling his cologne.

"Oh, later?" Fred pulled away to give you his signature goofy grin, only for you to smack his chest and say something not-so clever about his dirty mind.

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