#hermione granger x ron weasely

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

Ballad of Witches - Year Three

Cross-posted on Wattpad

Prev - Next Chapter

__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________

“Are you ready?” Florian asked, turning to his little sister with a warm smile.

Ivory, now thirteen, looked back at him with a glint of excitement in her crimson eyes. She was no longer the shy girl she’d been a few years ago; though still a bit anxious at times, she’d grown braver and friendlier, more willing to speak up. Some people still mistook her name for “Ivy” instead of Ivory, but she had grown used to politely correcting them.

Her white hair had grown down to her lower back, kept neatly behind a red headband. That familiar glimmer in her eyes sparkled whenever someone managed to make her smile— a spark Florian always admired.

Slung across her shoulder was the same leather bag she’d carried for the past two years, though she had her eyes on a new one from Hogsmeade. Hopefully, her parents had remembered to sign her permission slip so she could finally shop for it.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Ivory replied, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. She turned to her parents, who, to her pleasant surprise, had managed to make it to see her off after two years of missing her departure because of work. “Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad.”

Her mother, with her long black hair now streaked with silver and her warm red eyes, smiled brightly and kissed the crown of Ivory’s head. “Oh, goodbye, honey,” She said, brushing a lock of hair from her daughter’s face.

Her father, bald and bearded, patted her shoulder affectionately. “Remember, we won’t be able to pick you up for Christmas, so you’ll be staying at Hogwarts,” He reminded her gently.

Ivory’s smile faded slightly, though she quickly tried to brush off the disappointment. She was used to them being busy, after all. “Yeah… I’ll see you soon,” she said, waving goodbye to her family before turning to head toward Platform 9¾.

As she entered the familiar platform, memories of her previous years here flooded back— especially the mishap last year, when she and the two boys missed the train and had to hitch a ride in a flying car. She shook her head at the memory, grinning slightly. That year had certainly been… eventful.

As she boarded the train, she spotted a trio of boys lounging near the entrance. Draco Malfoy, her family’s longtime acquaintance, sneered as he noticed her. “Oi, look who it is, the traitor,” He drawled, his pale eyes glinting.

Ivory rolled her eyes, feeling nothing but exasperation. “Why don’t you go find someone else to annoy, Draco?” She shot back, meeting his glare.

Draco scoffed, crossing his arms. “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here to protect you now, are they?” He jeered, an unpleasant smirk spreading across his face. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re the accident of the family.”

“Well, at least they wanted me,” Ivory snapped. “It’s not like your father ever wanted a son anyway.” With a scornful look, she pushed past Draco and his cronies, ignoring their muttered insults.

“Ivory!” A familiar voice called out, warm and friendly. Ivory’s face softened as she saw Harry waiting for her. She hurried over and entered the compartment, spotting a man she didn’t recognize curled up in the corner.

“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting down next to Harry with a curious glance at the sleeping figure.

“Professor R.J. Lupin,” Hermione informed her matter-of-factly.

Ron shook his head in mild exasperation. “How is it you know everything, Hermione?”

Hermione pointed to the worn suitcase next to the man. “It’s on his case,” she said, her tone making it clear she thought it was obvious.

Ivory raised an eyebrow. “He makes me sort of nervous… Do you think he’s really asleep?” she asked, glancing back at Lupin.

Hermione nodded reassuringly. “Seems to be,” she replied with a small smile.

Harry leaned in, shutting the compartment door, his expression suddenly serious. 

“I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice low. He explained about Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and how he might be hunting him down.

“Let me get this straight. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?” Ron asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“Yeah,” Harry confirmed grimly.

“But they’ll catch Black, won’t they?” Hermione asked with a worried frown. “I mean, everyone’s looking for him.”

Ivory bit her lip, her brow furrowing. “Right… except no one has ever escaped Azkaban before,” she pointed out. “I’m not sure how safe Harry really is…”

Ron shuddered. “He’s a murderous, raving lunatic.”

“Thanks, Ron,” Harry said dryly, though he managed a small smile. Ivory squeezed his shoulder in reassurance.

“We’ll look out for you, alright?” She said with a grin. “I might still be a bit nervous sometimes, but there’s a reason I ended up in Gryffindor.”

Harry laughed, but his expression softened. “Where’s the shy Ivory I remember?” He teased her.

Ivory scoffed. “I’m still here. But I’ve learned to face a little danger, Potter.” Just then, the train shuddered to a sudden halt.

“Why are we stopping?” Hermione frowned. “We can’t be there yet.”

Harry opened the compartment door to investigate, but the train shook violently, and he stumbled back into his seat.

“What’s going on?!” Ron shouted, his eyes wide with fear as the compartment door shut itself with an ominous slam.

“No idea… Maybe we broke down,” Harry guessed, though he didn’t sound convinced. Ivory let out a shaky breath.

“I’m not…” she began, but her voice cut off as the lights flickered out, plunging the compartment into near-darkness.

“Ouch, Ron, that was my foot,” Hermione hissed.

“There’s something moving out there,” Ron whispered, his tone trembling. 

Ivory’s heart pounded as her hand found Harry’s and she gripped it tightly. Harry squeezed back, his tension obvious.

Ron’s face paled. “I think… someone’s coming aboard.”

The air around them grew colder, their breaths visible as frosty puffs. Ice crackled along the windows, and the four of them gasped, shivering as the temperature dropped. 

The train rattled again as an eerie figure cloaked in black hovered by the compartment door, its skeletal hand reaching out.

“Dementor,” Ivory whispered, her eyes wide with fear. She tightened her grip on Harry’s hand as Crookshanks hissed and Scabbers squeaked in terror.

The Dementor extended its hand toward Harry, and an unbearable cold seemed to seep into the compartment. Ivory reached desperately for her wand, but before she could act, Professor Lupin sprang awake, casting a spell that repelled the Dementor. The creature shrieked and vanished, leaving them shivering in its wake.

Harry slumped forward, collapsing into Ivory’s arms. ‘Harry!’  She gasped at the thought as his face paled, his eyes fluttering shut. A sudden, gut-wrenching scream echoed in her mind—a sound so terrible it seemed to reach into her very soul. Ivory shut her eyes, willing herself to push back against the intense wave of fear, as she carefully cradled Harry’s head in her lap.

“Harry?” she whispered, brushing his hair back anxiously. He groaned softly, and Hermione quickly handed him his glasses as he began to stir.

Ron snapped his fingers in front of his face as Hermione called out to him, “Harry? Harry, are you all right?”

Harry groaned, opening his eyes to see Ivory’s face. He turned, Hermione, handing him his glasses as he fully sat up, ignoring the fact he was just sleeping on Ivory’s lap.

Lupin held out a piece of chocolate to Harry, “Here, eat this. It’ll help.” He smiled. Harry eyed the piece cautiously, “It’s alright. It’s chocolate.”

“Wha-What was that thing… That came?” Harry asked, finally taking the piece of chocolate from the strange man.

“It was a Dementor, one of the guards of Azkaban. It’s gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black.” The man explained before standing up, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver. Eat. You’ll feel better.”

Hermione picked up Crookshanks before going to sit down across from Harry. “What happened to me?” He asked.

“Well, you sort of went rigid. W-We thought maybe you were having a fit or something.” Ron shrugged.

“And-and did either of you two… you know… pass out?” Harry asked. Ivory and Hermione shook their heads.

“No. I felt weird, though. Like I’d never be cheerful again.” Ron shrugged, still shaken from what happened. 

“But someone was screaming. A woman.” Harry frowned, slightly confused.

“I heard it too, Harry.” Ivory looked at him thoughtfully. “Dementors are supposed to make you relive your worst memories. They probably brought something painful to mind.”

“So you’re saying it was just in my head?” Harry asked with a hint of accusation. Ivory feigned from rolling her eyes. She hated when people assumed things or accused people of something they didn’t know anything about. It was like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

Ivory shook her head. “That’s not what I said. Just… Dementors bring out the worst memories. That scream must’ve been something terrible.”

“Lots of bad things have happened to me, Ivory.” Harry reminded her and Ivory sighed.

“Then something worse than that, something that scares you.” The white-haired girl picked at her leather bag, gazing towards the window. “It’s just a guess though.”

“Well, it’s the guess that makes the most sense,” Hermione said, stroking Crookshanks lovingly.

Harry nodded slowly, his expression troubled. Hermione patted his shoulder reassuringly, while Ron tried to lighten the mood with a small joke.'

As the train continued its journey, Ivory glanced out the window, her heart still racing from the encounter. This year, it seemed, would be even more eventful than the last.

[fredgeorgegredfeorge]

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

[ankoluvly]

“Am I going to die?”

𓉸ྀི

characters; Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley(and a hint of Hermione + Harry), Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory

Tw; Death, descriptions of Gore

𓉸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

There was Chaos everywhere, screaming, fire, sounds of incantations, even the slowly growing smell of Death.

Time went by fast as a piece of the hogwarts roof falls on-top of y/n. as she went from watching her boyfriend Fred Weasley, and his older brother, Percy Weasley reconcile, to laying on the floor on her boyfriend’s lap. she couldn’t even remember getting hit or falling onto the ground. she felt blood trickle and flood into her ears, slowly blocking out the blurring sound of her boyfriend’s yells.

“Y/n c’mon! please, squeeze my fingers again, Percy do something for merlins sake!” Fred painfully says in panic as he and his brother desperately try to do something to stop the bleeding coming from your head. Fred could feel his girlfriends- no not girlfriend, y/n, the girl who’s always been there for him and shared so many memories with, taught Ginny how to do makeup, helped his mother with household chores whenever she could, go from cold to suddenly hot.

Fred could feel his heart shatter and fall into the depths of stomach, feeling unbelievably deep, as he watched y/n completely stop moving. Wide eyed as Fred tried to stop the enormous amounts of blood from staining her face, continuously wiping the blood away. “Y/n you’re strong, you promised me and Ginny you’ll be fine, come on,” Fred says almost desperately. “And my mom, George, Ron, Harry..” Fred says desperately as y/n mutters, “I can’t move.. Am i going to die?” She mutters as she even manages to fail at squeezing her boyfriend’s hand for a last time. Falling in and out of consciousness, struggling to breathe, struggling to even get out the words “I love you”, before her breath stills to a stop.

“No, no, no..” Fred says as his eyes widen at the sight, his girlfriend completely bloody in his lap, at the school they met. He wasn’t even able to say one last ‘i love you’. “I love you y/n please, for merlins sake,” Fred says as the guilt consumes him, he wasn’t able to say a final ‘i love you.’ while she was still conscious, she instead died hearing the sound of chaos and his sobs.

Percys eyes widen as he looked up, quickly trying to grab Fred. “Fred let’s go, please Fred, we need to go!” Percy says as he tries grabbing his brother and pulling him away from his girlfriend’s dead body.

“I’m not leaving y/-“ Fred couldn’t finish, feeling himself get blasted off the floor, “Fred!” He could hear his older brother yell before cutting cut off himself. landing hard on the ground, his conscious left him almost instantly.

It seems the universe won’t let Fred and y/n go through the pain of losing one another.

𓉸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒢𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

Y/N and George met in second year, They immediately got along. Maybe it was the fact Y/N was the only one who could tell the two apart.

“He’s not George! i am! seriously Y/N, we’re gonna be working together and you can’t even tell us apart!” Fred says rolling his eyes, attempting a prank. “No. you’re Fred. you have a rounder face and straighter upper lip.” Y/N states matter-of-factly, dumbfounding the twins. “Seriously?”

Stupid right? that a simple snarky comment on their appearance would create a tight friendship for six years. Y/N being the one to talk them out of the overly-stupid pranks that most likely would’ve gotten them expelled.

Isn’t it also stupid how a snarky comment caused two people to fall unbelievably in love with each other?

No, well, at least not to Y/N and George. They immediately felt a connection, with George being the more sympathetic twin, Y/N would go to him with more personal things. George could, sometimes, admit his wrongs more often than Fred. and was more of a joy to be around when you’re stressed, sad, whatever negative feeling you have. Eventually they went to the Yule Ball together, they’ve been together ever since. They were the power couple of Hogwarts. Honestly, their relationship even made some jealous.

They were by no means perfect, They still had arguments. They were mostly started by one or the other saying they’ll try working on something, but Never doing it. the argument today is one of them,

“You aren’t listening to me George! You guys take your pranks too far!” Y/N yelled frustratedly, fighting the urge to rip her hair out of her head. She just found out about the twins ‘prank’ on Graham Montague, shoving him in a broken vanishing cabinet and leaving him in there without food or water. “He’s fine Y/N! nobody ever complains about our pranks, but you!” George yells back stubbornly, not getting up from his chair. “He could’ve died! he had no food or water! and was in a Broken Vanishing cabinet! all because he tried taking a couple of house points away, as if that’s what anyone is concerned about right now!” Y/N explains for what had to be the fifteenth time. “Ok, it was a bloody mistake Y/N.” George tries to come to an agreement, though his tone shows he doesn’t care. “But he was just some Slyth-“ George starts. “Don’t even with that nonsense! So what if he’s a Slytherin? he’s a person, get over yourself, most logical people get past house grudges by now.” Y/N exclaims with annoyance.

“Seriously Y/N just stop! i don’t care, you’re so bloody tense all the time.” George says with same amount of annoyance. Y/N couldn’t bother to come up with a rebuttal, simply grabbing her bags with her mountain of books and left for class.

The argument affected the both of their moods for the rest of the day. Eventually it was the last class of the day, Y/N was running late because she had to help a first year find the Potions classroom. She was lost in thought, after school should she try and talk to George calmly? or wait for him to go to her? she was so busy thinking, she completely ignored an annoying, agonizing, forced high pitched voice.

“Y/N!” The voice called snapping Y/N out of her train of thought. annoyed she says, “For bloody hell, what?”

Y/N felt like time stopped when she turned and saw who it, her blood freezing with the coldness her body turned to. Professor Umbridge.

༄ • ༄

George was humming impatiently outside the girls washroom, waiting for Y/N. he watched her go into it, what was she doing in there for so long though? it was moaning Myrtles bathroom, an average person can only spend so much time in there.

“She not coming out?” Fred says as he walked towards his twin. “Nope…What in merlins name could she be doing in there?” George says inpatient. “Y’know Y/N, she could be holding a study sesh in there for all we-” Fred was cut off, both of the twins jumping slightly, getting startled by Moaning Myrtles yell.

“What is this?! Somebody, oh somebody! i’m not getting blamed for this! oh wait but..are you ok? oh god!” Moaning Myrtle exclaims before actually leaving the bathroom, wailing her away down the hall.

George doesn’t wait, who cares if it’s the girls washroom. “Y/N?” George says as he rushes in, he felt his skin go pale when he noticed her hazily sitting on the floor, blood dripping from her wrist.

“Y/N what is this?” George says as he immediately dropped down to her, the amount of blood surrounding them was no doubt terrifying to anyone, especially if it belonged to someone you loved so dearly.

Y/N struggled to speak, explaining in a weak voice. “Professor Umbridge…she punished me but then..while i was walking something happened and it just started burning..then bleeding.” Y/N explains.

“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaims in shock at the scene in front of him. “Spells aren’t working.” Y/N explains in a panicked though sleepy tone. “Am i going to die..?” Y/N asks. “No no, you’ll be fine just rest your eyes..” George says nervously but reassuringly, her eyes forcefully close, blocking out the sight of her two best friends of six years, and her boyfriend.

Now, in Current time, George sits on the dry grassy ground. his Mother resting next to him. the murmurs of the rest of his family and friends could be heard in the distance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two nicely decorated stones. standing tall as they read,

‘Y/N Y/L/N, November 12th 1996.’

‘Fred Weasley, May 2 1998.’

𓉸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝑅𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

Ron sat on the beautiful shade of green grass, munching away on some food, listening to Hermione and Harry talk quietly, snacking on some of their own snacks. They sat against a tree. In front of a Grave stone. Ron was admiring the gravestone with a slow curve to a point at the top, little hearts twisting along the edge, Flowers decorating up the gravestone, perfectly shaping around the words,

‘In Loving memory of Y/N Scamander’

‘August 6th 1980-June 3rd 1993’

Ron remembered back in 2nd year, when Y/N mentioned how pretty flowers look when grown over graves, so he didn’t dare cut the pretty, blue Clematis off her grave. Ron couldn’t bring himself to talk, how could he?

He missed her, he missed her so very dearly. Y/N was his best friend since they met at just seven years old. They would have sleepovers, they would binge eat together, they had the same sarcastic attitude, everything. Except Y/N was still better than him. She was amazing at Potions, she managed to find joy in care Magical Creatures, she even managed to be good at Divination. And she was well-liked, then it was all taken from her too soon. In a way, Ron couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, whenever he recalls their last day together.

“Sneak out with you guys? why?” Y/N asked questionably as she set her Muggle studies book down. “I honestly doubt we can do anything for Buckbeak, i don’t want to witness that.” Y/N explains sadly, not understanding what they think they could possibly do. “Y/N- your suitcase from your grandfather! Buckbeak already loves you, so i’m sure you could get Buckbeak in there no problem.” Ron says excitedly, feeling hope that they can help Buckbeak. “And no body knows that you have the suitcase.” Harry says with a confident smile that they’ll pull it off.

Ron watched with a smile as Y/N’s face brightened up after hearing their idea, “Oh my god yes! i can’t believe i didn’t think of that earlier!” Y/N says as she got up quickly, before stopping slightly, and asking “Am i going to die?” With an unserious smirk, in reference to the many other past times the group have had near death experiences from seemingly harmless adventures. “Of course not, all we’re doing is getting Buckbeak.”

That dammed idea, sure, they couldn’t have predicted what would happen after, Y/N didn’t even manage to get Buckbeak though, being dragged into the hut by Hagrid.

“Ron?” a voice calls from beside him, Hermione. he was so lost in thought he didn’t even realize the tears swelling in his eyes and lip trembling, as he looked towards the face of his concerned and saddened friends. “It’s already been two years..” Is all Ron could say, turning back to look at the Grave of his old best friend, who he hasn’t seen in so long. despite how sad he was, the tears didn’t drop, as if his own tears were trying to drown his eyes.

“I’ll never forget..her scream, it was so..i don’t know..” Ron mumbled.

“Oh god..Professor Lupin-” Y/N says, her eyes widening as she, Ron, Hermione and Harry walked back, watching in terror as their professor changed, morphing into a deranged looking werewolf, and Sirius Black turned into the black dog, trying to calm his friend. her and Rons attention were brought to Peter Pettigrew, quickly trying to make his escape. Y/N was about to grab him until he tried shooting a spell at Ron, quickly yanking Ron down, making the spell miss. “Bloody hell!” Y/N says in frustration as she tried to quickly get Peter but was too late, as he scurried away. “Ron ar-” Y/N tries to say,

“Y/N! move!” Hermione yells quickly behind Ron. “What?” Y/N says, listening as she tried to quickly move, until she got thrown forward up the ground with pair of sharp claws.

“Y/N!” Ron screamed in panic quickly as he tried to get up, Harry quickly going to mutter a spell, before freezing, as a shrill, deafening, traumatic yell pierced the air, along with the faint sound of something sharp piercing skin and pulling.

The trios eyes widened in absolute terror as the werewolf on top of Kiersten got shoved to ground by the giant, black dog form of Sirius Black. Ron felt as though his soul quite literally left his body for a second as he looked and saw Y/N, his best friend, in front of him. “Y/N!” Hermione let out hysterically as she quickly ran towards Y/N. while Harry and Ron stand frozen, not even noticing the incoming dementors.

Ron just stared with wide eyes and his body unbelievably trembling as he saw Y/N, laying on the ground with rigid breaths and wide eyes as she stared at the grass, a big, deep, wide open claw cuts going down her stomach, more piercing her neck and legs. The cuts were so deep that she was already soaked in her own blood, stomach, legs and neck red. Cuts so deep that you could see parts of a human body you never should, bone, pale flesh.

Ron was trembling slightly as he recalled the memory, tears finally falling. It seemed his friends knew what he was thinking about, as he turned and saw Hermiones eyes full of tears as she just nodded slightly, putting her arm around Ron as she rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a pathetic and sad, “I know Ron..” Harry looking forward as well as he struggled to hold his own tears back at the sounds of his own friends crying, not realizing how much he’s been hiding back the memory and thought of Y/N.

The sad atmosphere and crying from the trio of best friends doesn’t match the beautiful tree Y/N loved, that the three were leaning against, and gorgeous gravestone in front of the three.

The trio got slightly silent, even chuckling slightly when a leaf fell from the tree, a beautiful shade of green and in the perfect shape of a heart, landing right in front of the trio.

A sign from their amazing best friend that she’s still there, even as an angel ʚ♡ɞ.

𓉸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎

Y/N and Draco met before Hogwarts, at Madam Malkin’s. Draco can remember the memory vividly, despite how long ago it was.

Draco stood boredly waiting, glancing around Madam Malkin’s store, it looked like a place for stray dogs to Draco. The young, platinum blonde boys attention was quickly diverted to the door as someone else walked in, a girl, around his age. She had Y/H/C, which was oddly satisfying to look at.

He wasted no time, strutting his way over towards the other student. “Hello, i’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco says, wasting no time at offering his hand out. “And you are..?”

“Y/N Y/L/N..” Y/N says taken aback at his sudden introduction, before smiling slightly and shaking his hand. “Are you going to Hogwarts this September?” Draco asks with a slightly disinterested tone. Y/N’s face brightened up at this, “Yes! i am, i know you most likely are considering the fact your here, what classes are you looking forward to? oh and do you think Harry Potter will be at Hogwarts? What house do you think you’ll be in, i feel like you’ll be in Slytherin because..you know you’re a Malfoy but,”

And it just went on and on, shocking Draco slightly. he couldn’t help but feel relieved once Y/N finally left. “What a blubbering moron..” Draco said quietly to himself, rolling his eyes. Though he was slightly confused on how unbothered Y/N was talking to a Malfoy.

And that now brings Draco to where he is now, absolutely whipped for that woman, while also being ashamed of himself. Sure, she was a pure-blood, but she was a Hufflepuff. How could he let himself fall for a Hufflepuff? that’s a shame on the Malfoy name.

But no matter what he did, he just didn’t feel right when with other people, or when Y/N was with other people. for example the Yule Ball, seeing her with that wretched Potter, it made Draco nauseous. Why did he need to have those feelings?

Maybe in a way it was because she was always so kind, one of the few students in that rubbish school that didn’t find a way to shame Slytherins for god knows what. Maybe it was because even when he would throw bitter insults she ignored it, barely giving him the time of day. Yet even when he would be rude at times, she would talk to him or treat him with respect. Even when he was an asshole throughout 90% of their… friendship? who knows, Y/N simply brushed it off.

What made Draco finally accept his feelings you ask? well, he never truly did, that lingering feeling of self shame remained slightly, though it was his Mother who made him feel like he wasn’t disappointing their family, or a disgrace to their family name. sure, She was shocked at first, but she didn’t let it affect her relationship with her son, and hey, at least it wasn’t a muggle.

“I want you, to be happy Draco. the family name should not have weight over who you love.” She explains sympathetically to Draco.

Though he came to the realization that he waited to long for Y/N. She was with the ‘perfect’ Harry Potter now. Or at least that’s what he thought.

When Y/N noticed how much more aggressive and rude Draco had been since the Yule Ball, she kept on bugging him to tell her what his problem was, becoming increasingly annoyed herself. and when she found out why, she was shocked herself.

“Draco…You have this completely wrong, me and Harry both had no dates. So we decided to just dance together for fun after Ron and Hermione started arguing.” Y/N explains, though it was no secret she was trying to hide her amusement.

And since then, the two have been in a secret relationship. Draco being able to find peace in Y/N, her understanding his views and pressure from his family name. She taught him how to not be so bloody rude to muggle-borns, resulting in his ended use of the word ‘mudblood’. They dated for a good two years, until the weight Draco had on him to join his family in being a death eater.

He always thought he would be just like his father. Well known, well ‘respected’, a death eater. But, he was a child in an adult situation. it’s easy to say you want to follow in your parents footsteps when you don’t fully understand the severity of it. That’s when their issues started. Y/N was trying to be nice, talk him out of it. and he truly loved her, so he said, ‘Ok’.

But when it actually came the time to decide, he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘no’. with his own life, possibly being on the line, or even Y/N’s, he couldn’t take the chance. That’s what ultimately ended their relationship.

“Draco..” was all Y/N could muster as she looked at the mark on her boyfriend’s forearm. she was hurt..in a way she felt betrayed, he assured her he wouldn’t go down this path. “Y/N..please, don’t fight against us..just completely leave. you could die for merlins sake!” Draco said almost desperately, with the loom of the upcoming ‘war’, Draco was scared. “No, absolutely not, i’m not abandoning my friends at a time like this.” Y/N says firmly.

That’s what Draco had to admire, her loyalty. If only he could’ve been that Loyal to her. He thought he was helping her. how utterly foolish he was.

“Draco.” Voldemorts voice drawled out in a sinister faux, mocking tone of respect. “I’m assigning you with an important task for you to prove your loyalty to me.” He drawls out, smiling devilishly.

Draco tensed at the mention of his name, and turned his head slightly to be able to just see his dark lord. “Y/N, Draco. i know about her, and i know she’s making you a weaker version of yourself, holding not only you, but me back.” Voldemort says. Dracos heart started racing at the mention of Y/Ns name, his jaw tightening.

“I want you to kill her, Draco. prove your loyalty to me.” Voldemort says, grinning in a sadistic and sick way. Dracos heart started beating even faster, is it him or Y/N? if Draco fails to kill her will he be killed? what if he can come up with a plan?

“Bellatrix, you’ll be with him. incase he gets cold feet.” Voldemort adds, still with that grin that Draco would love to Avada Kedavra off. but he was the dark lord, of course he’d find joy in this.

That’s what led to right now, Draco and Y/N standing, facing each other in a cool, abandoned hallway within their old school, just hours before he had to kill her, to give her a warning. “Y/N! i’m telling you to leave! or you’ll die, don’t you understand that?!” Draco exclaimed in frustration.

“Oh? am i going to die?” Y/N replies sarcastically. “For the last time Draco i’m not leaving my friends! maybe if you didn’t care so much about your family name we wouldn’t be in this mess! you could’ve been with everyone else, Then we wouldn’t be destined for death!” Y/N spat bitterly. “I thought i was helping you! now i need to kill you! but if you leave now,” Draco tries to explain, but Y/N wasn’t having any of it.

“Helping me?! what else did you expect to happen? he’s the dark lord for christ sakes! he was going to find out regardless, did you expect him to have pity on you? to let you love the ‘enemy’?” Y/N mocks rudely, she was bitter, understandably so. she was lied to, and now her life is on the line, along with her ex boyfriend. Who, under her facade, she still deeply cares about. “If you do kill me, do you have any idea how much everyone will hate you? how they’ll have it out for you? and even the war, you can die. so then all of this was for nothing!” Y/N rambles, letting her emotions get the best of her, not even caring if she made sense.

“I know! we can avoid that if you just leave!” Draco repeats, getting increasingly frustrated at Y/Ns stubbornness, that he would usually love. “Come with me, then.” Y/N says suddenly. “Or you’ll die too, since you failed to kill me.”

Y/Ns face seemed to soften slightly as she said the last bit, but before Draco could reply, A voice cut through the tense air.

“Avada Kedavra!” a female voice called out, as a spark of green appeared behind Kiersten, instantly hitting her back as she fell to the ground. Revealing none other than Bellatrix, a few feet away from the two. “Y/N!” Draco quickly called out, going to check on Y/N, despite knowing that there was no doubt she was dead.

Bellatrix walked over, fiddling with her wand in her hand as she laughed.

“Oh Draco, you’re suppose to kill her! not tell her to leave. You silly boy.”

𓉸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒞𝑒𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒟𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑜𝓇𝓎

Y/N Y/L/N and Cedric Diggory. the power couple of Hogwarts. they seemed like they had the perfect, movie worthy relationship. which honestly, they did.

They met in first year, and were best friends ever since. Cedric Diggory was a popular, a prefect, and captain of the quidditch team. Y/N was also a prefect, popular, though more reserved, and was at every quidditch game for Cedric.

Whenever they had arguments or disagreements, they would simply stay away from each other until they were calm. Then talked it out, were honest with each other, and took each others advice to heart. They were like the role model relationship for the rest of Hogwarts.

Though, they usually could work out disagreements, this one seemed to be a special case.

“Do you need to do that stupid triwizard tournament? do you have any idea how dangerous it is? and with everything that’s been happening at Hogwarts already-” Y/N has been ranting for about 30 minutes to Cedric about how the triwizard tournament was a bad idea. about how bad things have already been the past three years at hogwarts, and over all dangerous nature of the event. Cedric understood of course, it was all valid fears. but this really meant a lot to Cedric, and he knew with Dumbledore nothing too serious will happen at Hogwarts.

“Like what…if you..i don’t know..” Y/N says frustrated with herself for not being able to find the words as she plopped down onto Cedrics bed next to him. “Am i going to die?” Cedric asked chuckling slightly as he placed his hand onto hers, “Is that what you’re trying to say? because if so, i can assure you that will not happen.” Cedric says with amusement in his voice. “Especially with Dumbledore as Headmaster.” Cedric reassures Y/N with a soft squeeze to her hand.

Y/N looked over to her sweet boyfriend with a soft smile, “You’re right..i just have a bad feeling.”

But Y/Ns agreement didn’t last long, after Cedric actually got in, and somehow Harry Potter. a fourth year.

“How dense are you?! clearly nothing good is going to happen!” Y/N said frustratedly, she’s been arguing with Cedric about how Harry got in, and over the past three years, Trouble always seems to follow Harry. “Y/N! please calm down,” Cedric starts. “Why?! so that you can find some other way to excuse the obvious right in front of you? that this is a bad idea?” Y/N said sarcastically rolling her eyes. but stopping as she waited for Cedrics response. “No..you’re valid to be worried but absolutely nothing will happen. And this means a lot to me, And this isn’t what i wanted a Picnic for, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to yule ball with me this year,” Cedric says, trying to calm Y/N down. Cedric couldn’t deny that it was a little weird, but it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

Y/N sighed in defeat, but smile slightly as she said, “Fine…but please think about what i said.”

And that leads to now, the third task. Y/N waited nervously. she was trying to ignore her nerves that something bad was about to happen, bouncing for foot slightly against the floor. as much as she hated to admit it, she hoped that if something bad happened it wouldn’t be Cedric. She was mentally praying that it’ll happen to anyone but Cedric, and that no one will be too seriously hurt.

Y/N nervously swallowed back what felt like her heart coming up her throat, as she fixed up the initials on her hand that became blurry due to sweat. writing with shaky hands, ‘𐌂.𐌃 ♡’

Y/N smiled slightly when she saw Harry and Cedric, before her smile turned to a face of terror.

“That’s my boy! That’s my son!” Y/N could hear Amos Diggory, her boyfriend’s father yell as he rushed over to Cedric.

Y/N followed quick after, “Cedric!” she exclaimed, she almost wished she didn’t anymore as he saw her boyfriends face. he looked traumatized and lifeless. Y/N could feel the tears start to fall down her face at the sight. “Harry! Harry what happened?” Y/N asked as she knelt down close to him. she was surprised herself with how she hasn’t completely lost control of herself yet.

“He’s back! Voldemorts back,” Harry starts, Y/Ns crying tops for a brief moment as her eyes widened. She couldn’t muster anything else. All she could feel was pity for her perfect and kind boyfriend.

𓉸ྀི

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by Ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Cedrics and Dracos were lowkey rushed, and suddenly added. this short fic(?) is a rewrite of something i wrote a couple of years ago :)

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Might do a part 2 and add Remus, Blaise, Tom, Mattheo, Theo, and Lorenzo if i start to feel comfortable writing them, i’d also add Newt as a bonus Remus and Newt were suppose to be in this but i struggled with writing them so much.

[kaciebello]

Love accusations

Masterlist George Weasley x Gryffindor! reader (fem) Summary: 3 instances where you deny dating George, and the one where you don’t. Much to Fred's dismay. warnings: Mention of sex, swearing, no use of y/n Authors note: one-shot. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) Word count: 3k

A pair of Gryffindor sat on a sofa in a secluded part of the common room.  The two had previously worked on their charms homework together, however, one had seemingly finished and moved on to a book, while the other one took avoiding it as his main mission in life. However, any attempt to get a reaction from the girl goes unnoticed by her. Disappointed he returned to doing his homework. They both fail to notice his twin approaching with their friend.

“You two ARE having sex!” Fred yells making some heads in the common room turn in their direction with curiosity.  George jumps a bit in shock and looks at his brother. Eyes widening.

“Really? George, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down.” Says the girl lazily not even attempting to put her book down. She was not even bothered enough to pick up her gaze from it or bothered by her friend's antics.

“ We are not!” George argues back as Fred and Lee sit down opposite the couple. That however goes flat to their ears. Because if there is something Fred loves more than testing his brothers, it's teasing his twin brother.

“Fred, the only people having sex here, are the characters in my book.” She says, turning to another page. George leans over and tries to peek whether that is true or not. The girl shuts the book with a loud bang and places it gently on the table. Now finally giving all the attention to the overly loud Gryffindor duo. Lee's hand reaches for the book but she just swats it away.

“What do you want.” She asks.

“I want, you two to admit you're dating.” He says pointing a finger between her and George.

“Not gonna happen Fred.” 

“Why not?”

“ Because we are not dating, easy as that.”

“Bullshit!” Fred yells and slams his fist onto the coffee table. She leans back into the sofa and just shakes her head dissapointly. Kicking her feet up on the coffee table and crosses her hands over her chest.

“You have no valid argument, Fred. I will not debate this with you if you have no evidence.” She says looking into Fred's eyes, knowing damn well it will fire the boy up. He narrows his eyes at her and nods as if telling her he will play her little game. Quickly he turns to Lee and they start whispering sometimes glancing at the pair. The two of them made it look like they just thought of a groundbreaking strategy in quidditch.

“ You know what you're doing, right?” George leans back and looks at the girl. Giving up on the homework at this point. She just smirks and nods. Lee and Fred turn back and simultaneously clear their throats.

“We have proof.” He says seriously and pokes Lee in his side with his elbow. The girl just raises her eyebrow before motioning them to continue. Lee sits up straight.

“ I have seen you two almost kiss in the corridor before.” He says very proud of himself. Fred started franticly nod and a smile spread across his face. Gorges's eyes widen a little at this information. The girl, however, remained unphased.

“ You can't prove that it was us. I could have been anyone.” She argues back, looking at her nails, seemingly bored. Fred's smile flatters a bit before he jumps up.

“I CAN RECOGNISE MY FACE ANYWHERE!” He yells and points at the girl. She just lifts her gaze and him.

“You didn't see us tho. Lee did. Hence, could have been anyone.” Fred's and George's faces snap to Lee who gulps very loudly. Looking nervous between the two brothers and the girl. Lee felt like in the front line of a war.

“ We walked together to the library after tho.” He says.

“ You walked together to the library after!” Fred repeats seeing this as his victory. Placing his hands on his hips and making a superhero pose. The girl just sighs and takes her legs off of the coffee table.

“ Are you jealous about me almost kissing George? Fine. I can almost kiss Lee if you want. Even you if you desire so much.”  Whine leaves Geroge as Fred and Lee watch the girl in confusion.

“What.”

“You heard me, Weasley.” She says before getting up from her comfortable spot. Both Lee and Fred move a few inches back. She just chuckles and goes to pack her things. George sees this and goes to do the same.

“Plus it couldn't be me kissing George, as I fancy someone else.” She says after picking her book from the table and placing it in her bag.

“You do?” Say all 3 boys at the same time. She just rolls her eyes at their antics and turns to leave. George hurriedly followed her.

“ Where are you going?” Fred asks as both of them get up and move toward the exit. She just flashes him a smile.

“ To almost kiss your brother in the corridor.”

—

The four of them were on their way to Hogsmeade. The snow as fallen in a thick  layer and all there was to do was some shopping. The twins wanted to buy some trinkets from Zonks, while Lee and the girl had only butter beer on their minds. Walking swiftly to get from the cold and hoping their younger siblings don't catch up on them and they would be forced to take them with. Fred and Lee led the group, while the other two were falling behind. Fred and Lee could be heard from miles away. George opted for a much quieter conversation with his partner.

“ When are we going to tell him?” asks George the girl next to him. “Don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but I miss holding your hand.” He continues and his hand brushes over hers. Although he dubs she could feel it over her gloves. To be fair, George finds it as much fun as she does. He just sometimes misses her despite being right next to her.

“You can hold my hand whenever you want to, but, It's too much fun, it's like he's obsessed.” A smile spreads across her lips as she stops her movements and looks at the boy. He also stops and looks at the girl. Her hand extends to him as a gentle offering. He takes it as fast as he can. Walking closer to her, he places his other hand on her cheek.  Smile adored both of them, as George leaned in, Smack.

Crumbs of snowball have fallen on her face, a giggle escaped her. George wipes his head around to see his brother and friend both with loaded-up snowballs. Before he can react, two more hit him. Effectively stunning him.

“OI! Hurry up you lovebirds!” yells Lee before he and Fred run in the direction of Three Broomsticks. George just curses and runs behind them. Leaving the girl to leisurely walk and meet them there.

When she got here, all of them had already shed their outdoor layers and had butterbeers sitting in front of them. One was in a space next to George waiting for her. She took her scarf and coat off. Something perked up Fred's attention.

“Is this your way of telling us?” He says pointing between her and George. 

“Telling you what?” She asks, sitting down. Not even being able to take a sip of her drink before Fred spits other nonces.

“That you two are together.” Lee is however faster and suppresses his friend in the explanation. The girl just rolls her eyes before taking a sip. A foam mustache forms on her upper lip that she quickly wipes with the sleeve of her sweater. Momentarily stopping to progress something.

“ Guys, we have been over this.” Defends George this time. Fred just narrowed his eyes at him before pointing at the girl, who was still frozen.

“Explain this then!” He says and grabs the sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. “ This is your sweater!!” Sudden touch wakes the girl up and she retracts her hand.

“Again Fred, you can't prove that.” He looks at her in disbelief, lost for words from the sheer audacity of this girl. Groan leaves George and Lee is just laughing at his friends' antics.

“Oh? So the giant G on the front doesn't mean anything?” Recovers Fred rather quickly. George chokes on his butter beer and Lee goes to pat him on the back. The girl looks down and stretches the sweater. There is indeed a giant G on it. No dubbed Mrs. Weasly work as always. She wondered if she did it to help herself to keep track of whose laundry she was doing.

“It's just a G, could mean anything.” leaves her.

“G for George.”

“ Or G for Ginny, ya know? Your sister.” She says, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Why would you have my sister's sweater?” he asks accusingly. She just shrugs and takes another sip from her drink. 

“ Why would I have George's one? I don't like him like that.” When she says it like that it makes sense for her to have Ginnys' sweater more than Georges.

“So you do like him!” Lee jumps on the accusation train. Another groan leaves George and he finishes his drink.

“Just how I like you, and Fred, and Padma, and Harry, And-”

“ Okay, okay, I get it.” Freds gives up and takes a sip. A smirk spreads on his face. “ So tell us, who do you fancy?”

“Hmmm, well, truth to be told, he's a Gryffindor, tall, and very cheeky and his name is- WELL would you look at that! I will get us another round.” She says and gets up from her spot. Knowing better than to take Fred's bait, she walked away to the bar. She can hear Fred turning to Lee and George.

“I'm telling you it's George, You can't fight me on this one!” Georges's giggles are heard throughout the tavern. “ Motherfucker, you ain't telling us shit!”

—

A scream is heard throughout the burrow, together with fast steps going down the stairs.

Harry, Hermione, and Lee turn to the sound startled. The 3 Weasleys, however, not even looking up from their card game. Fred places one card down making Ginny frown and carefully study her own. Ron just curses under his breath.

The girl appeared first with the other twin on her toes. She stops in front of the group, eyes gleaming with victory. George stops once he notices the other people, opting to just stand behind her.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asks, Placing her own card down without even looking. Ron curses again and tries to peak at Harry's cards. He just presses them to his chest, preventing him.

“Yeah, why?” The girl asks, clearly out of breath from running from the much faster boy behind her.

“ The scream?” Harry says, not really sure he wants to join the conversation. She just waves her arms at them.

“Oh no, don't worry. It's something George did.” The boy behind her straightens at his name. Looking at his sister who seemed to be winning the game with almost no effort.

“ Oh Merlin, he finally did it. He showed her the birthday suit.” Fred says.

“and it was SMALL.” Followed Lee, Fred's head snapped to his friend, he took full offense to that. Hemione's face twists in disgust. A small ‘ew’ can be heard from Ginny before she places another card on the table. Ron makes a fake gaging sound and George had nothing better than ‘dude’. The girl laughs at this.

“Oh Lee, I love you so much,” she says and goes to hug him. George whines and stops her by grabbing her upper arm.

“I can confirm that is not true mate.” Says Fred with full confidence. George just shakes his head. Hermione decided to force her cards on Harry, who was not very happy about it, and got up.

“I'm going to make some tea, you want some?” She says to the girl, she just nods and follower her to the kitchen. 

“ Count me in!” Says Ginny as she places her last card on the table, successfully winning the game. Her brothers and friends just groan. Ron looks like he might cry at this point.

The girls moved to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was looking out the window, watching her older sons and husband work in the yard. She notices them walking into the kitchen and smiles at them. Ginny mentions something about tea and the girls sit down. After some time and bickering over what does and does not belong in tea, steaming cups were sat before them. Hermione breaks the silence.

“So, when are you gonna announce it?” Confused look from the girl, Mrs. Weasly just glances at them, seemingly paying them no mind. While she may be facing the window, her years are very much facing the three girls sitting at her dining table. Because be assured if something is going on with her children, under her roof, she is bound to know. The girls didn't even have time to answer before Ginny jumped in.

“Wait, are not just pretending to not know in front of Fred?” She asked, confused as well. Hermione stops putting sugar in her tea and fully turns to the girl. She grabs her hands into hers and looks her in the eyes.

“Are you?” The girl grows nervous. Curse Ginny and her watching people skills.

“I have no idea what you're on about Hermione.” she says with a full chest, then leans in and whispers.” Let's not talk about it in front of his mum!”

“Stop whispering, we all know something is going on between you and George. I know my brothers, and I know when they have that lovesick look.” Ginny blows on her tea before taking a sip. Somehow she manages to give both of them a pointed look. 

“I know what you look like with that look too, don't start Ginny.” says the horrified girl, still not comfortable that Mrs. Weasly is there. Ginny goes red and just looks away. Speaking of the older woman, she turns to them.

“ Who has a lovesick look?” She asks with a smile that feels a little bit too threatening to all of them, although others may see it as the sweetest one.

“You when you look at dad. What is he doing anyway.” Ginny says hoping to change the subject. The older woman just huffs, turns around, and looks out the window again. Ginny leans forward to the other two before she whispers.

“I'm just saying, let it really be my sweater you borrow next time.” A smirk on her lips when she retries. With the corner of her eye, she sees her brother trying to catch a glimpse of the embarrassed girl.

—

“Source?” Lee asks.

“ Dude, trust me,” Fred answers.

“ You know I am physically unable to do that.” The two boys were hiding behind a bush. Good view of the pair sitting on the bench.

“ I too was advised, not to trust you.” Pipes in Collin, who was dragged into this mess by an accident. The poor boy wanted a picture of that tiny firework Fred had, instead, he dragged him to this when he refused to let him borrow his camera.

“Collin, this is the talk. This is the news! I need you to take a picture of them when they kiss.” Says Fred, a creepy grin on his face. Collin scared a bit just nods his head and gets in position. After a few good minutes of spying, Fred gets impatient and turns to Lee.

“Should we find a better spot? My feet kinda hurt from squatting.” He says but then a shutter goes off. A little photo comes from the camera and Fred grabs it.

“AHA, GOT YOU!” he jumps out waving it in the air and running to the startled couple. Scaring the couple that jumps away from each other a little. Lee and Collin follow behind him.

“What are you on about Fred?” Asks him, George. Still holding the girl that had her legs on his lap. 

“ YOU TWO! KISSING! I GOT PROOF!” HE yells and shows them the picture. The girl just grabs it and looks at it. Fred is jumping up and down, hugging Collin and then Lee. Victory celebration. The girl gets up and walks to the poor younger Gryffindor. George is pulled up by Fred and forced to join a jumping hug.

“Hey Collin, can I keep this?” She asks the boy gently. He just nods, seemingly scared of the situation. The girl turns back to the three overgrown babies smile on her face. She can no longer argue about proof, as she was holding one in her hand. She turns to Collin again and tells him he can go. The boy just nods and runs away as fast as he can, very much terrified of his upperclassmen. 

 George wiggles out of the hug and makes his way to her. Cheers can be heard from his brother and friend. When they meet again, George stops right in front of her. One of his hands finds her waist and the other on her neck. They stay like this for a few seconds seemingly in their word, not noticing the cheers dying down. He leans in, their lips brush, when...

“Not in front of me Forge!” Yells Fred with the girl in his arms, running away with laughter, followed by Lee. George was frozen in his position, the girl missing from his arms. George shakes his head at his brothers' antics. Now that he looks at it, maybe living in denial wasn't the worst thing. Because if there is anything his twin loves more than teasing other people, is teasing him.

[lilithslittleworld]

Doing it with the Harry Potter characters is like (headcanons):

Girls:

Hermione Granger: mostly submissive, though she 100% sets the pace w Ron. I feel like she's really delicate and loving, a soft kind of seduction. She looks really pretty and sounds even prettier if yk what I mean ;) She most definitely looks up or over at you with doe eyes.

Luna Lovegood: Switch 100%. Like Hermione, she's angelic and so soft, her fingertips are as gentle as the breeze. She isn't too loud but still sounds so lovely. Her dominant side is very encouraging, filled with praise and pretty words towards you.

Ginny Weasley: More dominant than submissive. Ginny seems like the kind of girl that knows what she wants and gets it. Definitely into praising you but would rather see you on your knees begging. Totally into dirty talking.

Boys:

Harry Potter: total sub, what can I even say? He loves to please you and make you feel good, even if he is a little shy about it. Will listen and follow any request or demand you give. Definitely into being restrained and watching you touch yourself. Whimpers.

Ron Weasley: switch but leans more towards the submissive side. Like Harry, he loves making you feel good but isn't shy about it. (he was at first.) Into roleplay and having sex in risky situations/places. Makes a lot of noise and isn't ashamed about it (he sounds so hot).

Fred Weasley: Dominant with an exception for sometimes being submissive. Fred loves teasing you, watching you squirm in anticipation. Into anything that involves sex in risky places/situations, sensory deprivation, tying you up and making you watch him, etc. Dirty talk throughout every interaction but with a lot of praise. His more submissive side is literally submitting to you fully, like on his knees and up for anything you ask of him.

George Weasley: George is really wholesome and loving during sex. Like his brother, he's after making you feel good but from a softer approach. Loves caressing you, watching you as he makes you feel good, telling you he loves you, and especially loves it when you moan his name.

Draco Malfoy: Draco's a tricky one because he gives off both very dominant and very submissive vibes, depending on context. I say he's a switch but is never a hard dom. He's really caring, though he doesn't show it in public. Loves when you wear different sets of lingerie and when you take the upper hand. Ngl, he probably likes being humiliated a little LOL.

Tom Riddle: very passionate. very. Is more dominant than submissive and likes to be in charge of what and how much you feel. Loves when you beg, when you look up at him, watching you touch yourself but also loves when you watch him too. Into literally almost anything. However, he cares deeply for you and is loving in his own way.

(Marauder's era) Remus Lupin: switch, leaning towards more submissive. Loves pleasuring you and having you tell him what to do. Quiet and shy but in the hottest way. Loves worshipping you and telling you how much he loves you. Soft, caring, sweet and wholesome vibes.

(Marauder's era) Sirius Black: definitely dominant. Similar to Freddie, Sirius loves teasing you, having you beg for him, and watching you squirm under his touch/words. Loves head, both giving and receiving, dirty talking to you (praise mixed with humiliation) and hearing you say his name, especially when you cum.

[kinzis-writing]

Three Years | George Weasley

Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas: Blogmas Day 2.

Summary: In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of wizard war, mentions of death (not major character and not specified),

This could have ended way better, also the fact that this imagine is shorter than I like as well. I am doing my best at making my Blogmas posts as long as possible, but sometimes it takes me hours to plan the plot of these short stories out. I am a perfectionist, so that is why I never re-read and edit any mistakes because I am afraid of wanting to go back and change the whole story. *Fred did not die in the war*

Three years, it has been three years since George had grown a pair and asked Y/N to be his girlfriend. Since then, there had been many events happen in the course of their relationship. They had moved past the awkwardness of the beginning of the relationship, they had gone through their firsts that every relationship goes through, and everything in between.

Their relationship had survived the second wizard war but had challenges. Seeing as Fred had to be taken care of because of an accident and then George getting hurt before then. It was a hectic and stressful time for the couple, but now everything was back to normal. Well, normal as everything could be after losing some of the nicest people.

Christmas was tomorrow and Fred and George had many customers in and out of the joke shop. Whether it was for Christmas gifts or something before going home for a Christmas prank. They had many customers a day and George had found it hard to be able to see Y/N during the holiday season. The joke shop was closing early and they would stay closed until after Christmas because they all knew the wrath of Molly if they did not show up on time or if they left early.

On Christmas day, Molly was having dinner at the newly built burrow and told everyone that dinner was at 5 o'clock sharp. That morning, George had gotten up to wrap the present for Y/N that he had spent a decent amount of money only to find it missing from the place that he had put it.

"Hey, Fred." George called knocking on his bedroom door and walking in, "have you seen-" He stopped when he noticed Fred's girlfriend wearing the necklace and earring set that he bought specifically for Y/N. The reason he had picked them out was because he had seen her looking at them and she refused to buy them because of the price they costed. “Found them.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes not leaving the necklace.

He was sure that there had to be some sort of mix up. His twin would not steal his girlfriend’s gift on purpose. Instead of getting angry, George did what he believed was right, found Fred and asked him what he thought he was doing.

“I’m sorry,” Fred mumbled when he noticed the distressed look on George’s face. “I grabbed the wrong gift and before I could correct it she was so happy.” He trailed off making George groan. “You could give Y/N the gift I bought for Angela.” He suggested.

George thought about it for a moment, they had hidden their gifts in the same place. Meaning it was an easy mix up and he knew that Fred was telling the truth about grabbing the wrong box. Fred had planned on getting Angela a promise ring, and that gift would work if George hadn’t already given Y/N one of those almost a year ago.

“I’ll come up with something.” George mumbled before leaving his twin to himself. He had less than four hours to come up with the perfect gift for his girlfriend and he was determined to find it.

Four hours had flown by and by the time George and Fred joined everyone at the burrow, Y/N was already there. It wasn’t a shock to the twin, seeing as she was early to everything.

“You’re lucky you aren’t a minute later.” Y/N spoke as she walked up and greeted George from where she had been helping Molly. She had gotten there early knowing that it would be hectic if she didn't. "Molly has be waiting for you guys to arrive."

George gave her a quick kiss before going and putting their gifts under the tree. He wasn't sure how Y/N would like his gift, but he had come up with something... sentimental. Angelina had gone into the kitchen to see what the girls were up to, while Fred and George joined their brothers and Harry by the fire.

"I doubt that Ron even got me something." Hermione stated to Y/N who was setting the Table for Molly. "He's still so awkward about some things."

Y/N let out a small laugh, "I think that's just Ron." Y/N was a year between each group. Fred and George were a year older than her, and she was a year older than the golden trio, while being two years older than Ginny. "Hi, Angie." She greeted with a smile her eyes flickering to the earrings and necklace the girl was wearing. "I love your jewelry set! I wanted to buy the same one, but I didn't want to pay that price."

Angiela gave the younger girl a small smile, "Thank you, Fred got it for me." she replied before going over to greet Molly.

Dinner had come and gone within an hour and Molly had the kitchen cleaning itself. The family gathered around the fireplace as they got ready to open presents. Y/N was sitting on the floor, between George's legs as he sat on the couch. She was chatting with Hermione as they were talking about the after-holiday plans and if anything had to change.

"I think I am going to move." Y/N told Hermione as the girl played with the necklace she always wore. "The place I live at is getting worse and the landlord won't fix it."

Pretty soon the presents were being handed out by the Weasley's and everyone gathered knowing the Christmas tradition at the Weasley's house. Y/N had gotten George the thing he had been wanting for a while and he was beyond excited to receive the gift. It was unexpected and it made him nervous about her opening her gift.

"Can you go upstairs?" George asked Y/N as he noticed Molly hand her the gift that he had gotten her. "I would prefer you not open it in front of everyone." he mumbled quietly as the couple stood up and snuck off.

The pair in the room that they assumed was Ginny's for when she came back home just due to the looks of the room and so on. "There was a mix up of gifts this morning," George started as Y/N went to open her gift. "Fred gave Angela yours and-" He stopped talking when he noticed Y/N's reaction to what was in the box.

Wide eyes stared down at the little jewelry box, you would assume it would hold something that you could wear. Yet, it was nothing close to that. The key laid flatly in the velvet box, and y/n did not know what to think. "What Are-What are you asking?" she asked scared to assume.

Maybe this was a sign that she could come and go as she pleases instead of knocking, or maybe it was exactly what she thought it was. "Will you move in with us, well me?" He asked carefully. "I know it's not expensive and like I said, Fred gave Angela yours by mistake and-"

His sentence was interrupted by Y/N stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the boy she had loved for four years, even though they had only been together for three. "It's perfect." She assured to ease his nerves at the fact that his gift was something he already had, or just the price of making a copy of the key. "You didn't have to get me anything."

George shrugged, "I figured it was time to take the next step, it just took a push from Fred." he spoke softly to the girl he knew he was so lucky to have.

"Well, you just saved me the stress of apartment hunting." She replied back as she grabbed the key out of the box and handed him the box back, knowing that it probably belonged to Fred's other gift. "I love you so much, you know that right?"

"Of course, love." George nodded with a smile on his face. "I love you as well." With that Y/N leaned forward and caught the Weasley's lips between hers. They kissed for a moment before pulling away, George with a cheeky grin, "I could have proposed instead."

Y/N's smile grew at the thought of eventually marrying George and becoming a Weasley herself. "That sounds like a plan for next year." She winked before kissing him one more time and leaving the room, him trailing behind her.

"Are you saying you'd rather live with me, instead of marrying me right now!?" He asked not knowing how to take the information if she were to confirm.

"I have to live with you first to see if we're compatible." She told him with a shrug, but she was joking. Regardless of what happened she knew that she would love him.

"What does that mean?"

I hated the way I ended this, but Blogmas day 2 is complete! I have been working on Blogmas, requests, and my Mattheo series so I have been busy. This is on top of having to study for my finals so.

[dreamingofmarauders]

You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

[majesty31]

𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟷/?

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 <𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟒.𝟒𝒌

Sometimes you wished you weren't born in a pureblood family, you had always looked at other families and wished you were them, you saw the way they would laugh and joke with their parents, and if you were being completely honest you envied them, so much so that you started hating them. How was it that some people got the loving parents you so wished for, how was it that those same people who had them never realized how lucky they were.

As much as you wished for those parents that hugged their children, and read them stories and helped them with boy problems, you knew it was for the better, and you knew you deserved what you got.

And all you truly wanted was a sister, or even a brother, maybe if you had someone to be your rock maybe you would have been able to endure the pain your father caused you, maybe you would have been able to handle the way he treated your mother, or maybe you would've been able to forgive her for just standing by while the man yelled and cursed you out.

Maybe you would have been able to look at your parents with love, maybe you would have been able to forgive the both of them and maybe you would've known what love actually looked like.

But you didn't have any real friends, they were all spoiled, no good pureblood and you didn't like the lot of them. Well, there were a couple who you could tolerate, and maybe you did consider them your friends. And one boy in particular who you'd consider your best friend. He was one of many purebloods who understood what you were going through but he wasn't like the rest. He never bullied anyone, he was quiet and calm and never begged for attention. And the two of you were always together.

But you never did go to him with family problems and he never came to you with his either, it was like the two of you knew what the other was going through and silence was the best cure for the both of you.

You two were in the same friend group and you had known them all since your first year. And even though you loved them all dearly Blaise was just different, you two would always stay out of the fights and out of Dracos relentless bullying.

And even though you hated everyone Draco did you just didn't find the need to bully them, it wasn't anyones fault who they were born too and it was for the better. There always had to be two sides didn't there? And you just so happened to be on the side you never wanted to be on. A side you were forced on, born into.

It was your forth year in Hogwarts and this year was supposed to be the most exciting one, it was the year of the triwizard tournament something a lot of people were looking forward too, including your friend group.

You were sitting on a bench writing an Essay for Snapes class that was due the next day while Draco and Blaise were watching people enter into the tournament. You weren't concentrated and honestly didn't care who entered, but Draco and Blaise seemed to be so interested and were already betting among themselves for who was going to get picked.

"No way Diggory is putting his name in," Draco scoffed, a small laugh leaving both boys.

"He wouldn't last an hour in the games," Even though both boys knew fully well Diggory would be a good choice for the games and could potentially win they were still sour because they had lost to Hufflepuff in Quidditch last year, and Diggory was on the team. You just let out a small laugh, causing both boys to look at you.

"What's so funny L/N?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a look.

"You two are just sour because of last year huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Blaise cut in. "We both just know sport and players," You nodded, trying to look serous.

"Right right, its not like last year Hufflepuff beat your arses and now you two are still mad about it," You smiled. And just as Draco was about to say something stupid like he always did he got cut off by cheering.

You looked away from them to see two gingers making their way towards the cup, both with big smiles on their faces. They both had potions in their hands which must be to help them seem older in order to get past the ring that was around the cup.

"Well lads, we've done it," George said.

"Cocked it up just this morning," Fred finished, both of them giving high fives to their friends. You just rolled your eyes and put your attention back on your Essay.

"Idiots, do they really think that rubbish potion is going to work?" Draco laughed.

"Good thing we're here to see it go wrong," Blaise said, a small smile on his face as the two of them looked at the other two idiots. Draco was always different around you and Blaise, he seemed more himself and not such an arse or such a showoff. He never tried to prove himself with you two and you were glad. If he did you know you wouldn't be able to stand him.

You looked up again, seeing both of the twins sitting by Hermione, your eyes caught Freds who had already been looking at you before you caught his stare. He quickly looked away and stood up along with George, and only now did you notice how you instantly got butteries the moment you saw Fred looking at you.

You blew out a breath but all that got washed away right as you saw Pansy in the hallway. Her eyes were on you and right when you looked at her she motioned you over, a worried look on her face. You instantly felt uneasy and nervous, she always gave you that look when you got a letter for your parents.

You never got letters unless it was important or if they were mad at something you've done.

"I have to go," You said, packing up everything and rushing away from the boys before they even got to say anything. You were so worried and in your own thoughts about the letter that you missed the way Freds eyes followed you, the way his heartbeat felt faster whenever he saw how pretty you looked, which was every time he saw you.

He always hated how much you affected him because he knew he'd never be able to get a chance with you, you hated him and even though he wanted to hate you he just couldn't. To him you were perfection in every way, the way you walked, the way you laughed which squeezed his heart every time he heard it, the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes would always brighten every time you saw snow, maybe even the way you would always try to get Draco to stop from bullying Ron.

And he could tell right now that something was wrong, he could tell by the way you walked, by the way your face was covered in worry and fear, by the way you rushed out with Parkinson and by the way both Malfoy and Zabini knew why you had rushed out and what it was about.

~~~

It turns out the letter was just explaining how they were going on a business trip and you won't be coming home for any holidays which made you feel relief, Christmas with your family always seemed so unjoyful and you always had so much more fun when you spent Christmas with your friends, and they always got you presents you loved not something that you might need later in life.

You were talking with Pansy about the letter when you noticed the Gryffindor boys walk into the classroom. You were confused because Snape had told you lot that today was dance practice. You looked around the boys and saw Fred standing in the back with George both laughing with Ron and Harry.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall said, clapping her hands. "Now we've split you up and paired you with different house so this will be the groups you will be dancing with until the Ball,"

"Isn't this a delight," Astoria, one of the girls you've been friends with since first year said. She wasn't apart of your friend group but the two of you had a lot of classes together throughout the years and you had grown close. "I was looking forward to dancing and now its ruined,"

"Well at least this will only be for a couple of weeks," You whispered back, not feeling as annoyed as you hoped. As McGonagall was explaining you caught the eyes of the same ginger, you didn't know why you were catching his eye so much and it was making you feel things you didn't want to.

"Since the lot of you aren't getting up to pick your own partners I will do it for you," You got snapped back to the Professor just as everyone groaned about what she just said.

"Just keeps getter better huh?" Astoria whispered, annoyance laced in her voice. But you were barely focused on what she was saying, your heartbeat was just getting faster and faster as McGonagall was paring two and two together and soon your name was called out.

Your heart stopped all together when she called out Fred's name. You didn't know why you were this nervous, you hated the boy. And you hated how he was a dirtyblood and how he was so joyful and energetic. Right?

You stood up and made your way towards the boy, who was already waiting for you on the floor. He seemed nervous, and his eyes wouldn't meet your own. It was something you've never seen on him before and it made you feel strange.

"Now boys put your hand on her waist," You heard McGonagall yell out. Fred stepped closer so the two of you were only inches apart. He looked down at your waist before he look at your face, he slowly and gently put his hands around you and pulled you closer.

Butterfiles erupted in your stomach, and his touch made you feel something you had never felt before. McGonagalls voice felt like background noise when Fred took your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, his hands were so much bigger than yours and they were so warm that you felt it in your whole body.

You looked up into his eyes when you placed your free hand on his shoulder, and this time he didn't look away. Your breath was coming out uneven and it felt like you were on a cloud, like it was just the two of you in the room.

Fred had never felt so nervous in his life, and he couldn't deny that when his name was called out with your own that he was excited and so nervous at the same time. He was hoping your name would be called with his.

And when you stood before him it was the first time he realized how much taller he was then you, he realized how he towered over you and you from that angle was the prettiest view he'd ever seen. He knew he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye from this close, he knew if he did he would want to kiss those beautiful lips that would always make the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen.

But he got even closer and it made him want to melt right there and then. The way his hands felt your waist and the way his hand fit so perfectly in yours, he just couldn't keep his eyes off of yours.

And the moment he looked down and gazed into your eyes he felt lost, it was like it was just the two of you in the room and he wanted more then anything to just close the distance and know what it felt like to kiss those perfect lips and what it felt like to have those small pretty hands in his hair.

Fred was so lost in the dance and the way you were looking at him that he didn't notice the way his brothers were looking at him, didn't notice how they noticed the way he was looking at you right now but even if he did know he didn't have a care in the world.

He knew you were different and he loved every part that was you, even if you two were from different worlds, and different homes and different families, all he wanted was you.

~~~

The Ball was right around the corner and everyone was so excited including you, you had already picked out the perfect dress and were now just waiting on a special someone to ask you. You weren't too worried about it because you knew if you didn't get asked you would just go with Blaise.

You were sitting in the library with Draco, Blaise, Theo, Enzo and Pansy all working on a big group project that would be wroth a lot of marks. You were all trying your best to keep the noise down since Snape never let a sound be made.

"Theo you aren't doing a single thing," You whispered, hitting him on the back of the head with your notebook. He glared at you, before snatching the book out of your hands.

"Hey. Only Snape can do that," He said, throwing the book to Blaise.

"You wanna bet?"

"Hey Snape is coming," Enzo said making you all look back towards Snape who looked at all of you with warning.

"Okay okay lets just all," Pansy started, looking at Theo. "Work on this so we get a good grade okay?"

"Like we didn't plan that from the start," Enzo cut in making Pansy glare at him. You looked away from the group who were only getting louder by the second and looked towards the doors that had just opened.

You saw one of the Durmstrang boys who you had talked to a couple of times make his way inside. He was a handsome looking boy, and a lot of girls swooned over him along with many other Durmstrang boys. He had a full head of dark brown hair, it was fluffy and curly, his eyes were a dark shade of brown and he was buff, it looked as though he never missed a day of working out.

His eyes soon connected with yours and just like that a smile was plastered on his face. You smiled back but were a little confused when he made his way towards you.

"Can I get a moment with Y/N?" He asked, his thick accent making it hard to understand. But everyone at the table looked at him and then at you.

"Of course," Theo said, standing up, his arms in the air. "Just don't take too long, i know it happens sometimes but we need her for this project. She is the brains you know," Your eyes widened the second Enzo and Draco started laughing. You stood up and slapped his shoulder.

"Don't listen to anything he says. He's stupid after all," You said, glaring at all of the boys before you dragged the confused Durmstrang away.

Fred who had also been in the library couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw you talking with the Durmstrang boy, and he felt anger boil when he saw your friends teasing, and soon a big smile was on your face which confirmed what his question must have been.

Fred clenched his jaw and his fits as he looked down at the work in front of him. He knew he couldn't be mad like this when he wasn't going to ask you but the feelings just came and there was nothing he could have done about them.

"You okay Fred," George asked, Fred just nodded before he grabbed his work and stood up.

"I'm gonna go," And before George could ask what the hell was wrong Fred angrily made his way towards the door.

~~~

It was the day of the Yull Ball, everyone was beyond excited including you, it was rare for Hogwarts to have dances like this, and it was a very exciting time in general, not just with the dance but with the tournament. Which caused a lot of commotion and a farrert, something that no one was going to forget for a while.

After getting ready and meeting your date you entered the ball room, which was beyond beautiful. Your eyes were fixed on the room and the food that you again missed a certain someones eyes that just couldn't seem to leave you.

And he thought you couldn't get any more beautiful. He was horribly wrong.

He couldn't help the smile that made its way on his face, the way your eyes shown and the way your smile went from ear to ear was just too much for the poor boy. He knew from this moment that he just wouldn't see another girl the way he saw you, he knew he was head over heels for you and it did scare him.

But how could he not.

Throughout the whole night his eyes would always try to find your form, and every time his eyes found you he would feel calm and his heart would do summersaults but he also felt envy. He wanted more than anything to be that boy you were dancing, laughing and talking with.

But he was a coward for not asking you first. And he cursed to himself every time he saw your pretty face, because that could have been him.

As the night dragged on you were pulled away from all fun you were having, Pansy had come to you with a letter from your parents. Again, dread filling your body and you knew this night was most likely to get ruined.

As you read the letter your heart dropped, an overwhelming sensation came over you and you felt so so so angry. You crumpled up the letter and threw it away, you tried your best to keep the tears at bay but they slipped anyways. You quickly wiped it away but more just kept coming.

You tired your best to not panic, you took deep breaths in and let them out slowly, but it wasn't helping and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. You didn't know if they were angry tears or sad ones but either way they weren't stopping.

You walked back into the ball room, right away you went towards Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Theo, they all stopped talking once they saw you and right away they looked worried.

"Y/N?" Draco asked, coming closer. You looked up at him, and it just broke your heart. He didn't know. You bit your lip trying your best not to brust out crying. "A-

"No," You cut him off, a single tear dropping from your eyes. "Don't," He looked so concerned at this point, they all did. You just ignored their questions and grabbed Theo's drink. You smelled it before you downed it all at once.

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?" Blaise asked, grabbing the cup away from your hands. You knew they spiked the drinks, it was honestly what you needed right now. You needed to just forget.

"What? What does it look like I'm fucking doing?" You asked, voice raising. "You all can drink but I can't? How the hell is that fair?" You never swore, you never drunk, you were a good kid. Better than all of them and they knew this. That might be why they always tried to protect you from everything all the time. Because they knew you still had hope that life could get better.

You felt inside Theo's jacket until you felt what you were looking for. Theo tried getting you away but you had already grabbed the bottle.

"Y/N I don't know what that letter was about but drinking won't make it go away-"

"Your right it won't," You backed away. "But it sure as hell will get it off of my mind-"

"Y/N stop it. You're better then this," Draco said, his eyes pleading. You socffed

"What if I don't want to be better than this. What if I just want to do whatever the hell I want without having to worry about everyone else," Tears were rolling onto your cheeks but you wiped them away.

"Y/N just talk to us-"

"No! God just leave me alone!" You yelled, walking away and disappearing into the crowd. The boys tried going after you but there were too many people.

~~~

As the night went on you were only getting more and more drunk and after a little the bottle was empty and you were completely drunk. And your date was starting to notice this.

"Y/N are you okay? You seem different," He asked as the two of you were on the dance floor.

"Of course I'm okay," You slurred happily. "Why wouldn't I be, we are having a great fucking time at this stupid ball," You said, laughing, and soon you were dancing and going all out. You laughed again when you almost fell but he caught you.

"Okay, I think we should sit down,"

"What no, the good songs are just starting to play," And even with your protests he led you off the dace floor and towards a quiet table in a corner.

"Look just stay here I'll be right back okay?" He said you only nodded and with that he left.

"Stupid boys," You whispered as you drank from your punch that had the last bit of alcohol in it.

"Y/N?" You looked up, narrowing your eyes and soon his blurry figure was clear. Fred. You smiled instantly and jumped up, but you caught yourself before falling on your face by grabbing his firm arms.

"Wow, you don't look like the type," You laughed, referring to his arms which you still hadn't let go of. Fred looked at you confused and worried, he knew you'd never say something like that. You were to collected and quiet for that.

"Are you..." He dragged off when you saw you reach for your cup. It clicked too fast. He grabbed the cup away from you.

"Give it back," You whined, trying to grab it but he pushed your arm away. He put the cup to his nose and right away he could smell the alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked.

"I have never seen you so serous," You laughed, pushing away from him but he grabbed you and faced you towards him again.

"Answer the question? No you know what I already know. Why the hell are you drinking?" He seemed so mad that you got upset. You pushed him away.

"Why does everyone care if I drink? You are all so annoying. Just leave me alone," His blood boiled but he didn't have time to yell at you right now, and he could see Snape looking over at the two of you too often so he grabbed you and dragged you out of the ball room.

You were squirming and trying to get away from him but he was a lot stronger then he looked. Must have been all that quidditch and you thought it was really attractive.

"Where are you taking me?" You whined.

"To your dorm," You instantly tried pulling away which caused him to stop walking. "What?"

"Please don't take me their, I know Draco will be there waiting for me,"

"Good, he seems like a good friend to you-"

"No no please you don't understand. I can't see him. I can't talk to him," Tears started forming in your eyes. "I can't tell him," His brows furrowed. And the way you seemed so destroyed he just couldn't keep up this serous and hard act anymore, all he wanted to do was wipe those tears away and hug you. He just wanted to make it all go away.

"I'll just take you to my dorm okay?" Your eyes brightened and you nodded, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "But promise me you will try to be quiet,"

"I will I will," He nodded, his heart breaking from looking at you. You were to pretty to be crying, but he couldn't lie that you looked beautiful when you cried.

He sunk you into his dorm and thankful the room was empty, meaning the boys weren't back from the Ball yet. He sat you on his bed as he went to get a bottle of water.

You took this time to look at the boy. He was so handsome, you had always believed he was but you just never let yourself think such thoughts. He took off his jacket and put it on a chair before he rolled up his white selves. And you couldn't help but stare at those forearms. They were a lot more muscular than you thought.

But he didn't stop there. He took his tie off and unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt and you were star struck. He was so beautiful. So handsome, and just so. There wasn't even a word to describe him.

"Here," He gave you the bottle of water, which you took while still staring at him.

"You know you are so pretty," You said. He looked at you with shock before a small nervous smile spread on his face.

"Your drunk Y/N, you don't know what your saying," You got up, throwing the bottle of water on the bed and made your way closer to him. He didn't back away when you were only inches apart, he seemed curious and nervous as he looked into your eyes.

"I do. I just never had the nerves to tell you," You looked in his eyes before they shifted towards his lips. This boy had always looked at you a certen way, and it was the kind of look at made you weak and nervous. You knew if you were sober you'd never have the nerve to do what youve always wanted to do.

And you could see he wanted it too. You could tell by the way his eyes would shift towards your lips and by the way he seemed so nervous, and looked like he wanted it just as much as you. Maybe even more.

And without a thought in the world you closed the distance.

[the-nameless-poet]

Solace

Fred Weasley

Summery : Hazel Lily Potter comforting Fred Weasley after his elder brother's death

Warning : Sobbing angst 💖

Don't want no other shade of blue but you.

No other sadness in this world would do

- Taylor Swift

Hazel

I brushed my hair out of my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. The reflection showed a person I barely knew. She stared right back at me, making me sink low in my own skin. It showed me a woman who had lost her childhood to something beyond fairness. The innocence that had once laid within her hazel eyes was replaced by a cold, wretched stare as if she could read my darkest secrets. The furrow of her eyebrows made her look a little more intimidating. But I knew, inside all of that, was a scared little girl, who got dragged into the wars she denied. Scars scattered all over her silhouette, telling a story that I had lived.

A story that was tragic. It was haunted. Haunted by the screams of innocents and the screams of the stolen virtue. Haunted by the tragic tale of liberty and the horror of bloodthirsty, prejudiced brutes. It was haunted by the purloined childhood of innocent youth, forced to mature, Screams of every heart and body for mercy, Tears of every patriarch to spare his kin of cruelty, fight of every mother to save her child, the sorrow of every lover who had to watch each other being pummeled to death. Haunted by the unforgivable curse that led the fights, screams of torture, sorrow, tragedy, and vulnerability. I could hear them all as clear as the day I had fought for the world. The casting of spells that emerged a light that left me blinded and the screams of terror that made my bones shiver. The cries of the loss of a loved one. It was all audible just as clear; as I traced a scar that carved itself permanently on my collarbone.

I gasped out loud and turned my head at the knock that pulled me out of my daze.

"Come in." I turned back towards the mirror as I stared at the scar that was laying on my forehead right above my right eyebrow. I saw my brother's reflection as he stared back at me through the mirror.

"It's time to go, Haze." The softness in his voice was agonizing.

"Yeah." I whispered back. I took one final look at myself in the mirror and walked out of my room. Harry following right after me.

We walked out of our prents' house at Godric's Hollow, and walked in an empty alley and apparated to a graveyard.

We stepped forward as we saw the Weasley family standing together. Each one trying to hold back their tears to comfort the other. We both took a seat as the memorial service started. Bill Weasley, the eldest son had given a beautiful eulogy for his younger brother.

As the sun peaked slightly above the horizon for the last time that day, It was time to bid our last goodbyes to one of the member of Weasley family. A family who had treated me and my brother as their own. Harry and I never had a family. Neither knew what it was nor knew what it meant till we met the Weasleys. The love they hold is pure, rich and authentic in a way that could make an orphan feel what family could be like. What family should be like. I will forever be grateful for having the opportunity to get to know this family. And to get to experience their love. The nurturing feeling that I was robbed off of was gifted to me by Molly, a mother who had limitless love for her children and the ones she took under her protective wings of motherly love.

And standing here, watching as she gets stripped down a child was making my heart churn in agony. Tears streaming down her once moon like glowing face as she buries one of her children six feet deep. I could never comprehend the hurt and agony that she must've been feeling.

Harry and I stepped forward to give our last goodbyes and to give our condolences to the Weasleys. Harry and I had brought some daisies.

We both put them down on the gravestone of Percy Ignatius Weasley. I had a little handwritten note that I laid down on his grave. We moved forward to give our condolences to our only existing family.

Aurther was the first one I hugged. I hugged him tightly. He had given me the fatherly love that I had craved for years. He hugged me back with same force, his eyes flowing tears freely as he sobbed. And I hugged him tighter, if it was possible.

"How are you doing, my love?" He pulled back slightly and pushed back some of my hair from my face and asked with tremble in his voice. I wiped the tears off his cheeks,

"I've been alright. Don't worry about me much, Arthur. How have you been?" I asked and my eyes started watering,

"Feels like I've been through hell." He said and hugged me back, I felt Molly's hand rubbing my back, that's when I realized that I was trembling with unshed tears and dumbed downed sobs.

I turned around and hugged Molly. I needed her right now. I needed her the most. But the others needed her more than I did. I felt my dress getting soaked as she broke down in my arms.

"Shh, hey, Molls don't cry. I can not understand what you're going through right now, but I promise you I'm right here, I'm with you and I'm not going anywhere. You're a proud mum of a hero." I gently said to her as she wrecked with sobs. Tears were flowing down my cheek freely now.

I pulled back a little and wiped her eyes. "Come on, Molls. You're the bravest of us all." She cupped my face in her hands and gave me a broken smile.

"Now, first of all, tell me. Tell me when are you coming back to live with us? I need you in the house, Haze. We all do. Please come back, both of you. You'll come back, yeah? Oh, And don't forget to put ointments on your injuries, darling." She said, pleading. Keeping her tears at bay.

"After two weeks. Harry and I are coming after two weeks. I promise I'll try to remember." I held her hand that was on my cheek.

"Okay." She said with a smile and lovingly patted my cheeks.

Ginny was standing beside Molly. She looked like she had been crying for weeks. I enveloped her in a hug. She was like a little sister to me. My bestfriend, my twin flame, my partner in crime, my everything.

"Awh, my baby." I hugged her tightly and let her grieve on my shoulder. She looked weak and tired. She was in no condition to talk.

"It's all gonna be okay. I promise." I whispered to her and I ran my fingers through her hair gently. She simply tightened her hold around my waist let out silent tears. She let go of me after a while and went back to being held by Harry. I watched as he gently kissed her forehead repeatedly in hopes to comfort her.

Georgie was standing right beside her and without any hesitation he pulled me in for a hug. He wasn't crying, no. He was trying to hold himself together to provide somewhat comfort to his family.

"How're you doing, little dwarf?" He asked with a brotherly smile.

"I'm fine. How've you been holdin' up Georgie?" I asked looking up at him. He wiped my tears away and kissed my forehead.

"Eh..." He shrugged his shoulders. He pulled me back into his embrace for one more time and then let go of me.

And instantly I was pulled into another embrace. A feeling of warmth spread all over my body as the pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me in close. My head pressed up against his chest as I listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart. In this moment I felt complete. Soaking in all his love and affection as he embraced me in his solace. I never wanted to let go. His arms felt too comfortable to. I hugged him back just as fiercely. I felt all of my worries drifting away as I let myself bathe in the mellowness of his solace. Not letting myself lose in him, I pulled back slightly, looking up at him.

His sapphire eyes reflected the soul of a broken boy, which once held the happiness of the whole world. The gleam in them fading away as he smiled down at me. I wanted to catch it in a jar and protect it with my life. His smile was broken, yet it could light up the whole world. Guilt struck on his face as if it had latched itself on his existence.

It was Freddie. My Freddie.

"Hey, little darlin'. Got your head all banged up, have you?" He said with a light chuckle. I offered him a small glimpse of smile.

"C'mere." He pulled me back in his warmth and kissed the scar on my forehead.

He pulled away and I looked around to find Ron and Harry getting far away from the crowd. Ron had comforted us both thousands of times. It was Harry's turn to give him his shoulder to cry on. Bill and Charlie were standing far away. Saddened by the fact that the boy they saw growing up was lying lifeless, underneath the very soil they were standing on. They gave me a little wave of acknowledgement. Which I returned with a saddened smile.

"You wanna get away from here for a bit, Haze?" Freddie asked and I nodded my head without hesitation. I knew he needed to get away from here. I knew the moment I saw his face, he wanted to cry, sob till his voice gave up on him.

I took his outstretched hand in mine and looked up at his prominent face,

"That would be nice." I whispered, feeling if I spoke loudly the beauty and the tragidy of this moment would die.

He held my hand tightly in his, intertwining our fingers, as he led me far from the aura of grief and sadness.

He stopped near the furthest tree. It was a large oak tree. All alone, standing tall in all its glory. Providing shade to the grievance of people. He sat down, hidden away from all the prying eyes.

He pulled me down to sit beside him. My legs tangled on top of his. The moment was soft, almost fragile. If put under too much pressure might break into millions of scattered pieces. Our hands still intertwined as he drew circles on the back of my hand. I looked around, the light breeze of evening making the leaves rustle. The slight chatter of grievance could be heard in distance.

Graveyards were strange. They held this tragic peacefulness in them that was beyond comprehension. As I looked around, the gravestones shone with last rays of sun light. I wondered how each and every grave held a person that once made memories in this world. Some sad and some filled with happiness. The sudden realisation of existence and it's end came, sending shivers down my spine.

I heard a light sniffle. And looked at the boy sitting beside me. His face scrunches up in agony as it lit up with the redness left behind by the setting sun. His tears now freely flowing down his cheeks. The water droplets, so delicate, that they can remind one of the morning dew drop laying on the flower petals.

Even in agony, his face looked like it was carved up by the gods in daze of serinity. His eyes, Pools of sapphire that held too many emotions at the same time. His lips, pained by the caged sobs. His eyes glistened with tears that haunted the boy's dreams. His head leaned against the dark oak tree, contrasting his red strands of softness.

Even in his moment of vulnerability, to me this boy was nothing but beautiful. I took my hand back and straddled him, and took the trembling boy in my arms. He tightly held onto my waist, and hid his face in my chest as his body quivered with his vanquished sobs. His lips let out beaten apologies to his deceased brother. His voice horace and broken. His eyes shone with guilt and regret. And all I wanted to do in that moment was steal away all his sorrows, his thoughts of not being deserving of life.

But I didn't have it all in my hands. It wasn't upto me. So I just stayed there on my knees. Holding him close to my heart in hopes that he'll know how much he is loved by me. I caressed his hair as he broke down completely in my arms, not holding a sheer amount of his grief back.

"It was me, who was supposed to die. Why the fuck did he have to jump in?" He sobbed out. "Haze, it was me. I killed him. He's dead because of me." He cried out.

"Freddie, don't say that. Do not. Don't disrespect your brother's love and sacrifice like that. He loved you, honey. Don't be like that and let his love go to waste. He was brave. And that bravery came from you." I cupped his face in my hand and made him look up in my eyes. His eyes red from all the tears.

"I am the worst brother." He spoke in a broken whisper. I shook my head in disagreement.

"No. You've been the best brother to your siblings their whole life. Do you know how much Ron, Ginny, George, Billy, Charlie and Percy love you? How much I love you. I guess it was Percy's turn to be the best older brother for you, sweetheart. He just wanted to return the love you had given him, his whole life." I said as he looked up at me. His eyes shone with tears like a broken child's.

"But I was always mean to him." He whispered.

"Doesn't mean you didn't love him. Sometimes, we are mean to people we love. Yeah? Be proud of your brother's courage, Freddie. Be proud. He'd like that."

He nodded his head in defeat and leaned his head back on the tree. He sighed lightly, his hands still snaked around my waist, keeping me in place. He looked back at me. His gaze flickered from the scar on my forehead to the one on collarbone.

He gently grazed the scar with the pad of his thumb and let out another sigh. "you've got a scar here." He stated. "These aren't the only scars I've got." I whispered and stared straight in his eyes. "Tell me about it." He let out a sarcastic scoff. He pulled me closer to him making me sit on his lap. He gently pressed a kiss to my scar on the collarbone, making sure not to hurt me. And hid his face in my chest again. Holding me tight against his body.

He inhaled a large breath and exhaled with exhaustion as his head rested against my heart. I gently played with his hair and soaked the gentle moment of affection in. I kissed the top of his head and he nuzzled in more.

Call me selfish and twisted but the way he broke down in my arms made me feel complete.

We heard footsteps coming towards our direction. Fred quickly wiped his tears off, and took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself down. I got off of his lap and sat down beside him.

It was Ron, Harry and Hermione.

"We were looking for you both." Hermione spoke.

"Uh...yeah. I just wanted to um-clear my mind, so I dragged Fred here with me. Sorry." Fred gave me a grateful look.

"Yeah, no need to apologise. I just wanted to meet you. Sorry, I ran away with Harry for a while. Just wanted to clear my head." Ron spoke apologetically as he sat down beside me.

"Don't fuss about it." I hugged him tightly and we held onto each other for a while and then let go.

I felt Fred stand up, and I looked at him questioning.

"I think I should go. Mum must be looking for me. It was nice catching up, Haze. Bye. I'll meet you at the burrow." He said and left without any other word.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and I talked for a while and then we parted ways. We bid goodbye to the Weasley's and apparated away.

Harry and I landed in the same alley as before and walked towards the house.

"I saw you. You and Fred I mean. At the graveyard. Is there something going on?" Harry asked without looking at me.

"He needed a shoulder to cry on and I simply helped him with his grief." I said looking straight ahead as we entered the house. Harry locked the door behind.

"It looked bit too cozy for a shoulder to cry on." He mumbled.

"Harry don't speak about things that you don't have a single idea of. And since when did you start to care?" I spoke loudly.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I guess it's time to address the elephant in the room. Harry, I am talking about the fact that you thought sacrificing yourself would win you a war." I spoke with no trace of emotion on my face. I wore a facade of a brave woman but inside I was trembling with fear. Fear of losing the war, losing my brother, losing everyone that I loved.

"Hazel, that happened a whole week ago. Let it go. What matters is that I didn't die. And I'm right here." He said trying to embrace me but I pushed him back, my facade breaking.

"What matters is that you didn't die!? Are serious right now, Harry? The fuck is wrong with you!? What matters is that, Harry, you didn't think once what would've happened to me even if we had won. I would've won a war without you Harry! Even though we won the war, we've been to thousands of funeral in last few days! And the thought of one of them being yours kills me! I've lost too much! I can't handle it anymore!" I yelled at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?! I've lost as many people as you have, Hazel! I've lost them too! You're not the only one!" He yelled back. His eyes full of rage and tears alike mine.

"YEAH, AND IF YOU'D HAVE DIED I WOULD'VE LOST ONE MORE! SO FUCK OFF!" I screamed at him and ran upstairs to my room and locked myself in. I slid down the wall of my room and brought my knees to my chest as I cried.

I heard Harry knocking, more like banging the door.

"Haze! Haze! Come on. Open the door. Please! I am sorry. I swear. But in that moment all I could think about was saving you. He wouldn't have killed you if he already had me. I couldn't have been able to live with the regret of not saving you while I had the chance. Haze, please open the door, for me. Please." His voice cracked at the end. I unlocked the door with my wand and he stepped in.

He looked at my broken state and ran to me and took me in his protective embrace. He wiped the tears off my cheeks and kissed my forehead and held me close as we cried. Cried for all the years of torture that the Dursely's brought in. Cried for our parents. Cried for the years of our childhood wasted after a cruel man. Cried for the way everyone put their blind faith on us and sacrificed themselves. Cried for the fear of losing the war after winning all the battles. Cried for Sirius, Remus and Dora. Cried for the Weasleys. Cried for every family that lost their loved ones because of a narrow mentality of a sociopath.

Cried till our lungs gave out and the exhaustion took over as we both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

A/N : Tell me in the comments if you want a fluffy part 2 🪐🤍

[mayese]

Winter changes it all

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’ve been living under the stress and fear your parents felt during the summer, so when you return to Hogwarts they intend to see you again just in June. So, you have no else to go for the holidays, having to spend Christmas alone in Hogwarts. However, a blossoming friendship between you and Fred will make you feel less alone.

Warnings: Fresh scar on the hand.

Second chapter / Third chapter/ Fourth Chapter

December was arriving and for the majority of the students that meant they would be far away from the new director and teacher, the pink cow. Everyone was dreadfully expecting Christmas to get away from her, especially those who weren’t from Slytherin, and most of them who were from the red house.

However, the excitement of being away from this nightmare wasn’t even comparable to the comeback of Voldemort. Hogwarts was a safe place, so even with Umbridge, most of the students felt secure.

You wouldn’t leave the castle anyways since your parents didn’t want you at your house. You’re the Sinclairs, not a part of the sacred 28, but still an ally of Voldemort, or so you were. Your parents realized too late that they didn’t want to be a part of such dark times as the ones that were lived when Voldemort slaughtered thousands of people.

So when he died they kind of celebrated in the privacy of their house along with you, their little baby. Unfortunately, he came back. It wasn’t a surprise for your parents, it was just a shock. What if Voldemort knew of their betrayal? Of what do they really think about him? Would he go after you?

But for now their only worry is if he appears at their house. He probably doesn’t even know you exist since your parents hid you for almost a year until he died. So that’s why they preferred for you to not go home that Christmas.

You understood, but you just wished you could see your parents again. Meanwhile, you never felt so bad at Hogwarts. It was expected from you to be alongside Umbridge since you’re a Slytherin, and thus you are one of the many privileged ones. You never, ever saw her taking one of your fellow housemates to detention. But you can’t stand the punishment she gives to the other students. You never said anything to anyone about that, but sometimes you feel guilty when you hear little students crying with something in their hands or when she invites someone to go to her office in the middle of class.

You’re privileged because Umbridge would never lay a hand on you, but when it comes to your social life, you never were so miserable. Since the spread of the rumor of Voldemort’s comeback, the judgment and hatred stares increased. Nobody outside of Slytherin spoke with you since the beginning of the year, and that’s unusual. They don’t even want to pair up with you anymore in class, even if you are one of the brightest students of your year.

The urge to finish your school years and never see anyone from this school forever increased day by day, and that’s led you to not even go eating to the Great Hall many times. You would go to the kitchen and ask for something from the house elves, and then you would find somewhere quiet and hidden and eat there.

Sometimes you ate in the kitchen, but you were too afraid of the possibility of someone showing up and seeing you there. But that night, your 6-hour study session left no room for fear, only hunger. So when you reached the kitchen you didn’t felt the need to eat somewhere else. Instead, you sat on a bench and started eating the tomato soup.

Unfortunately, as your thoughts about how delicious the soup tasted traveled in your mind, the kitchen door swung open and revealed one of the infamous Weasley twins. You looked startled to the door, spoon in hand almost ready to feed you again, seeing the ginger looking at you, confused. It was odd not to see him with his brother.

“Sinclair,” he greeted after clearing his throat, still beside the open door, this time with a small grin on his face. “Great soup you’ve got there.”

Should you answer him or ignore his words? “Indeed,” you said, still tasting the soup in your mouth. “What do you want, Weasley?” This time your words were cooler and your semblance more serious, so as not to leave any doubt that you wished for him to go away or else you would.

“A good turkey sandwich, Sinclair. That´s what my belly is asking me for!" He chuckled, completely ignoring your cold demeanor and simply entering the kitchen, searching for the elves with his eyes.

"They´re not here," you warn him before sipping the soup from your spoon. The twin hummed, going behind the balcony and finding bread.

He searches for something more, and when you look at him you see him emerging from behind the balcony with ham. "Nice," he whispers, putting ham on two pieces of bread and joining them.

"Why are you here this late? Umbridge would love to catch you." He looks at you again, surprised by your chat.

"Well, I just left her office, so I don´t think she´ll be here right now," he says while munching a piece of his ham sandwich. Your eyes widen with surprise, instantly looking at his hands and seeing that the rumors that were spreading in the Slytherin house were true.

There was something written in his hand, but not written, more like carved. The ginger sees where your eyes are on, and so he lowers his hands and chuckles. "She got mad because I looked back in class."

"Doesn´t that hurt?" What a stupid question, you think. It obviously seems like it, but he doesn´t retorts, he just smiles softly at you, which makes you think. Since his arrival, he never gave you one bad glance. On the very contrary, he even chuckled and smiled at you.

"It stings a bit, but the pain was much stronger when I was writing it," he informs you, and you feel your stomach whirl. Did he write it? What a sick fucking bitch.

You look at your bowl of soup, practically full. You ate a plate of chips and fish sooner, and he probably hadn´t eaten anything. You thought for a while. Being generous for a Gryffindor was something you had to be careful about these times. But after what you found out and what you saw, you were sure your stomach wouldn´t want anything else, so you push the bowl to his side of the counter.

"You can eat it. I´m already full," you said in a generous but uninterested tone at the same time.

“I don’t think I can acce-“

“Goodbye, Weasley.” Before he could continue protesting you rise from the tiny bench and make your way to the door to leave.

“Goodbye, Sinclair.” You hear him shout from afar since you already left the kitchen behind. Why the hell was he being nice to you like that? It felt strange having someone smiling at you like that.

However you continued your way to the dorms, satisfied with your meal. When you reached the dungeons you said the password to the painting and entered the common room, seeing as being past the curfew already almost all of the Slytherins were in there. Some were chatting, others playing chess and others snogging in public.

You went direct to your room, seeing that you were the only one in there. So, you put on your pajamas, brushed your teeth, and quickly laid down on your bed, switching the lights off.

<>

You woke up after hearing Pansy talking with Daphne, the two were trying to find something to wear since they were going to Hogsmeade. You intended not to go, but you wanted to buy something for your parents to send them on Christmas, so you reluctantly rose from your bed, squinting your eyes at the sun.

“Morning sleepy head,” Daphne said with a cheerful tone and a wide smile. You nodded at her, murmuring something back, but even you didn’t understand what left your mouth, so she just giggled.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade, Sinclair?” Pansy asked from the bathroom, and you hummed in affirmation. “What?”

“I am!” You said louder for her to hear. But you hoped she wouldn’t invite you to go with them since you preferred to go alone. “But not right now. Probably in an hour or two,” you informed them, still sitting in bed watching Daphne look through her closet to find a jacket and Pansy leaving the bathroom, already ready to go.

“C’mon, Greengrass,” Pansy hissed rolling her eyes at her friend that sighed. “Just take your cloak and your scarf!”

Suddenly you hear the curtains of the other bed open, watching as Tracey sleepily rose from her sleep position to shush us. “I’m still sleeping, so please, don’t scream!” She said loudly before closing the curtains abruptly and going to sleep again.

You giggled when Pansy sighed in frustration before going to the door and opening it. “I’m on my way, Greengrass!” She shouted despite Tracey’s words and closed the door before Daphne ran to the closed door with her cloak and her green scarf in her arms, leaving her closet open.

“Wait!” She screamed while opening the door and closing it again in an instant.

You sighed, finally standing up and going to the bathroom. After a while you got ready, wearing black trousers, a green blouse, and one of your black and furred cloaks with green ankle boots.

Leaving Tracey alone and sleeping, you left an hour later since the other two left. You left the dorms and the Slytherin’s common room, walking outside of the castle and going to Hogsmead. It was cold, very cold. The snow painted everything, but the path you and the students were taking was cleaner.

You tighten your scarf while you walked alone, sometimes amongst a slower group of friends that talked and chuckled with each other. When you arrived at Hogsmeade you started to run all the shops, trying to find something to gift to your parents.

Nothing seemed to appeal to you, but it was only the end of October, so you understood why nothing seemed to be a gift to offer someone on Christmas. So, after half an hour of trying to search for something for them, you stopped and walked into Honeyducks, already smelling the sweet smell of all the candies. However, you were confronted with two gingers in front of you when you opened the door this time, both on your way and you on theirs. Just then you realized how enormous the twins were. They towered over you like fucking Big Ben.

“I…I’m sorry,” you whispered, walking backward to let them pass.

“Sinclair! Thank you, for yesterday. The soup really warmed my insides, man,” one of them said with a chuckle. You didn’t even know if he was Fred or George.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Aren’t you the one that almost killed Finnigan in your second year?” You looked at the other twin, surprised and embarrassed by his question.

Long story short, Seamus tried to do something alone to your potion while you went to the bathroom in the middle of class. When you returned you went to check it and suddenly it exploded on both of your faces. Even Snape found it hard to stop you from jumping to Seamus. You never looked on his way again, nor you partnered with him again.

“That’s just exaggerating. I never touched him,” you said annoyed, not liking how people depicted your actions. You would never kill someone over that, it’s just that you wanted Snape’s approval and a good grade.

“Don’t listen to George, he almost killed me several times.” Oh, so the twin you saw last night was Fred. “But you shouldn’t take Seamus's situation that seriously, he likes to blow up things, or so it seems.”

"I´m aware of that," you said, shivering softly under your cloak. It was so damn cold outside, and the snow falling didn´t help at all. "Well, goodbye."

You turned on your heels and started to go to the door of Honeyducks, ready to open it. But before you could move the handle Fred called out for you. "See you around, Sinclair!" You turned around and looked at the twins standing there. You quickly waved at them and entered the store, closing the door behind you and letting yourself be immersed in the hot air and the sweet smells.

You walked around the store, picking up some gummy worms and two sugar quills. You went to the balcony and paid for your items, leaving Honeyducks and walking back to Hogwarts, wishing the snow would stop falling.

Quick note: Hi! I wrote this on AO3 but I also wanted to post this here! I already have the next chapter ready but I’ll wait a few days to finish others. I pretend for this to have, at least, 10 chapters hehe. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!

[swiftieblyth]

Nightshade Sisters: Herbology

warnings- none

LACY’S POV:

“Alright class,” Professor Sprout called. “Today we will be learning about Puffapods. Could anyone tell me what a Puffapod could do?” Lacy instantly raised her hand with a smile on her face. It was no question that Herbology and Care from Magical Creatures were her favorite two classes. “Miss. Nightshade.”

“Puffapods are known to cause dizziness to people, and are able to be used against a troll due to the fact that they are allergic to them.”

“Excellent as always, Miss. Nightshade. It’s good to have you back.”

“Thank you, Professor.” Lacy smiled.

“Great job, Lace.”

“Thanks, Freddie.” Lacy smiled. 

“All right class I want you to be working on a paper over Puffapods to give me on Monday at the start of class.” Professor Sprout explained. “Miss. Nightshade, may I speak to you for a moment?”

“Yes, Professor?” Lacy asked, when everyone left the greenhouse.

“How would you like to be my helper this year? You could tend to the plants, and come here anytime you'd like, as well as help other students when required.”

“I would love that! Thank you so much, Professor!” 

“Oi, Lace,” Fred asked at lunch that day. 

“Yeah, Freddie?” Lacy asked, turning to look at the red-haired boy sitting behind her at the Gryfindor table.

“Could you help me with my Herbology paper? I know nothing about Puffpods.”

“Puffapods,” Lacy cut in. “Not Puffpods.”

“See, that just proves my point. I know nothing about this.”

“All right, meet me at the library tonight and I’ll help you.”

That night Lacy skipped dinner and went straight to the library finishing up her homework from the day.

“Are you ready to help me?” Fred asked, looking down at her with a smile on his face.

Lacy looked up and smiled at him, seeing the plate of food in his hand. “You just couldn’t get enough food at dinner?”

“No, I ate,” Fred explained, sitting down in the chair next to her. “This is for you. I noticed you weren't there and thought you would be hungry.”

“Thanks, Freddie.” Lacy smiled, closing her textbook. “So where should we start?”

“I don’t know, maybe what it does?”

“Brilliant. Puffapod seeds can be found in mostly plants or teas–”

“Wait, I thought you said they make people dizzy.”

“A raw Puffapod, yes. If it is in something then it’s fine. It’s actually a very safe and livegive plant.”

“Gosh this is so confusing!” Fred whined.

“Oh shut it!” Lacy ordered. “We’ve only just begun!”

“Are you trying to bore me to sleep?”

“Fred, seriously  you need to get the paper done.”

“Why can’t you just write it for me? I know you’re already done with yours.”

“Freddie, I’m not going to write your paper for you, but I can help you.”

“Ugh, fine!”

Taglist- @uglyfish3rman, @melodyoflove99, @Warlike-morning,

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

Ballad of Witches - Prologue

Cross-posted on Wattpad

Table of Contents - Next Chapter

__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________⁅⁆⁅⁆__________

*:･ﾟ✧ On the day when two planets shared the sky A child of shadows and light shall rise. Marked by flame and held by frost, She shall mend what once was lost. A heart of thunder, voice of storm, She walks the line where fate is born. Beware the power in her hand, For life or ruin, at her command.

On February 16th, the sky began to dim, casting shadows across the earth. The moon began to edge across the face of the sun, an ink-black disc inching forward. 

The light turned otherworldly, fading from warm yellow to a haunting, silvery blue. The sky blackened, a shimmering ring of fire burned around the moon.

On February 16th, a witch named Ivory Rose Underwood was born during the eclipse. On the day when two planets shared the sky, a howl of a baby echoed through the room. Her voice was like a storm, booming and loud but quiet and soft.

Ivory clutched onto her leather bag, her brother standing next to her with her cart of luggage. “You ready?” He asked and Ivory nodded, biting her lip nervously.

His voice was muffled slightly, plugs covering her ears. They helped, it softened the loud voices on the outside and the inside. “As I’ll ever be.” She muttered, “What’s Hogwarts like?”

“It’s beautiful. The magic and everything.” Florian grinned, “Trust me, you’ll love it there, Ivory.”

‘As long as the kids are nice.’ Ivory felt him say internally but didn’t say anything. Most people didn’t like her reading their minds, so she didn’t tell them that she did.

She stared at the sign of Platform 9¾ instead with slight disdain. She didn’t want to go to Hogwarts… If anything, even Ilvermorny or Beuxbaxtons sounded fine to her. And that was saying something.

“Hey.” He knelt down with a smile, “Remember what mom and dad said, right?”

“No mind reading.” She said.

‘Only in fights…’ “Yes… You’re a very talented Legilimens, Ivory.” He said, “As long as you keep the ear plugs in, you’re going to do great.”

“Even if I get into Slytherin?” She asked and Florian nodded.

“Even if you get into Slytherin.” He said, “Just try not to get into Ravenclaw.”

“What’s wrong with Ravenclaw?” Ivory frowned. There wasn’t anything wrong with it, right? If anything, she would’ve preferred that house over all the other ones. She wasn’t very brave like a Gryffindor or patient like a Hufflepuff or a leader like a Slytherin. 

Ivory took pride in being quiet and calm under situations where you probably shouldn’t be. She took pride in being graceful, in being ‘mature for her age’. That sounded a lot like a Ravenclaw to her.

‘They don't look out for each other. They’re alone and don’t have many friends.’ “Nothing.” Her brother smiled, “Just get on the train before it leaves, alright?”

Ivory swallowed before nodding, reluctantly leaving Florian and traveling through the wall with her cart.

Later on, The Hogwarts Express traveled through the countryside. Ivory smiled as she spotted a few sheep grazing upon the green fields. She was sitting with another boy, he had greenish-blue eyes and wore a pair of broken glasses.

Ivory didn’t speak to him and he didn’t try to speak to her. They were both strangers, why would they need to speak to each other?

‘Wow, look at those sheep! I wonder where everyone else is? What spells am I going to use with my wand?’ Ivory smiled as she heard the boy’s faint thoughts. 

“Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full.” A voice called from the compartment door. Ivory looked up from the window to see a boy with bright red hair and freckled skin, no doubt a Weasley. ‘Is that the girl Fred and George were talking about? They said that Ivy Rose Underwood, the Legilimens daughter of two world-known wizards, was going to be here! Maybe they were right!’

Ivory frowned slightly. She hated it when people called her Ivy and not Ivory. The names weren’t that similar, were they?

“Not at all,” Harry said and Ron sat a far distance from Ivory, to which she thanked. She didn’t feel like talking to them right now, not when there were many more interesting things happening outside.

“I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.” Ron introduced himself. 

“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” He smiled. Ivory looked up from the window, now that was interesting.

Ron’s eyes widened, “So-so it's true! I mean, do you really have the… The…?”

“The what?”

“The scar,” Ron whispered.

“Oh.” Harry lifted his bangs to reveal the scar on his forehead.

“Wicked!” He smiled. ‘I’m talking to THE Harry Potter! Before anyone else in my family! Take that Percy!’

Ivory watched as the two of them interacted before Ron’s attention was set on her. “And you have to be Ivy Rose, right?” He asked curiously. Ivory breathed in slowly, still fiddling with one of the straps on her bag. “My brothers said that you were gonna be here. That I should be on the lookout for someone with white hair”

It was true, Ivory had short fluffy white hair that was neatly kept back in a red headband. She didn’t appreciate the attention it gave her if she was being honest.

“Ivory. Ivory Underwood… It’s nice to meet you two.” She smiled, clearing her throat. She enunciated her t’s, making them sharp like rain pattering on a window.

“Ohhh, Ivory Rose… Got it.” Ron nodded with a smile. Ivory gave a small smile back, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad on the train. They seemed to be friendly enough. ‘I’ve got to tell them I’ve met two famous people. They’d definitely be jealous!’

“Is Ivory famous too?” Harry asked.

“I’m a Legilimens.” She explained, “A witch who can read minds.” Harry widened his eyes.

“Can you read mine?!” Harry asked and Ivory smiled at his excitement.

“Sure? Uh… Think of a number?” She smiled and Harry nodded, closing his eyes to think for a moment before opening them.

“Alright, got it.” ‘Eleven.’

“Eleven.” Ivory repeated and Harry gasped.

“You can read minds!” He grinned and Ron smiled.

“Wicked.” The red haired boy said. Ivory smiled at the praise, she wasn’t supposed to use her Legilimens on anyone or brag about it but it made her feel nice that they thought it was cool.

A trolley comes by the compartment, full of sweets and snacks. Ivory’s face lit up as she spotted one of her favorites, Fizzing Whizzbees. “Anything off the trolley, dears?” The woman rolling the trolley around asked. ‘Aren’t these three just pleasant? Nothing like the compartment two doors down…’ 

Ivory held up five sickles for the woman, “1 Fizzing Whizzbee please.” She stated. The woman happily took the galleon and handed her the baggy before looking at the two boys.

Ron held up his mushed sandwiches, “No, thanks. I'm all set.”

Harry watched with a slightly pitying frown before turning to his pocket and pulling out a few galleons, “We'll take the lot!”

The train chugged along, smoke clouding over it as the sun was blocked by the forest of trees. Ivory watched as Ron moved to Harry’s side with slight gratefulness and relaxed at the newfound space.

Harry and Ron both started eating bundles of sweets. Ron's rat, Scabbers, was perched on Ron's knee, a box over its head. Ivory feigned a look of disgust, ugh… Rats… 

“Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?” Harry read the clown-like box with a bit of disgust and confusion.

“They mean every flavor! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavored one once!” Ron said.

“I’ve gotten a bogey-flavored one once too,” Ivory said quietly, munching on her Whizzbee’s. “They’re nasty little things. Tastes like death itself.”

“That’s what George said too! Maybe he did get a bogey-flavored one.” Ron widened his eyes at his realization. Ivory chuckled as she took another bite out of her candy.

Harry quickly takes the bean he was chewing out of his mouth. He didn’t think that tasting death would be very nice. He picked up a blue and gold package. ‘Eugh! Are these actual frogs?!’ “These aren't real frogs, are they?” He asked.

“It's just a spell.” Ron explained vaguely, “Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about 500 meself.” He bragged. Ron turned to Ivory, who was looking out the window once again. “Did you want this? I don’t think either of us are going to eat it.”

He held out a box of Pâtes à mâcher à la bave d'escargot. “I think it's called Patsamacalabavedescargot.”

“I didn’t know they sold French candies here.” Ivory said, taking the box to get a better look at it, “And… I’m pretty sure it’s not pronounced like that but thanks anyway, Ron.” She said and opened the box.

Harry opened the package, and a chocolate frog jumped onto the window and climbed up. “Watch it!” Ron yelled. The frog reached the open gap in the window and jumped out. “Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with.”

Harry spotted Dumbledore's image in the card, “I've got Dumbledore!” He exclaimed. ‘Wow! How does he move like that? Is it magic? It’s got to be magic…’

“I got about six of him,” Ron stated. 

Harry looked back at the card again, but Dumbledore had vanished. “Hey, he’s gone!” He realized.

“Sometimes they don’t stick around.” Ivory explained, “That’s how magic works. It’s not all fantasy stuff, there’s science and math involved.” She said before realizing what she said, “I mean, it’s also fantasy and dragons and stuff but you’ve gotta be smart about it too…” She muttered.

Harry smiled slightly, “Well, hopefully I’ll survive.” He chuckled. 

Ivory smiled, “I’d hope so too.” She said.

Ron’s rat squeaked and he held it up, “This is Scabbers, by the way. Pathetic, isn't he?”

“Just a little bit.” Harry shrugged.

“You’ve been feeding it properly, right?” Ivory asked.

“Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?” Ron asked. That’s weird, Ivory couldn’t recall a spell to turn an animal a different color… Maybe it wasn’t in one of her spellbooks?

“Yeah!” Harry smiled.

‘Where is that stinking toad? I swore I saw it somewhere!’ Ivory heard a female voice close to their compartment.

Ron picked up his wand before clearing his throat, “Aaaaaaahem. Sun-”

“Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one.” A girl appeared in the doorway, looking around before sighing with a discouraged expression.

“No.” Ron scrunched his face.

“I thought I spotted one on the way over here.” Ivory muttered.

Hermione spotted Ron’s wand raised and smirked, “Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then.”

Ron cleared his throat again loudly, “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!” He zapped Scabbers, but nothing happened. Ron shrugged and Ivory sighed.

‘That’s not even a real spell. What exactly has he been reading?’ “Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?” Hermione frowned, “Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me.”

Hermione took out her wand, walking in, and sitting down across from Harry. "For example…” She pointed her wand at his glasses and Harry tensed, “Oculus Reparo.”

The tape on the noseband vanishes, repairing his glasses as if they were as good as new. Harry takes them off, amazed. “That's better, isn't it?” Hermione said smugly before gasping, “Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger.” ‘Jiminy cricket! The Chosen One! It must be my lucky day to meet such an important person!’ She turned to Ivory, “And you are…?”

Ivory looked up, blinking slightly. “Ivory Underwood.” She held out her hand and Hermione’s expression turned into a pleasant one.

Hermione thought for a moment, “Could you perhaps be related to Khepri Underwood?”

“That’s my grandmother.” The white-haired girl smiled slightly and Hermione widened her eyes.

“Wow! I’m such a big fan! Her work with Newt Scamander was incredible!” The bushy haired girl grinned, “You must be Ivory Rose Underwood, the Legilimens Prodigy! I read about you in a book before!”

“Oh…” Ivory smiled shyly, “Uh, yeah, I suppose you have?”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Hermione grinned, “If your mother is as great a witch as they say she is, can you do magic as well as her too?”

“I know some spells.” Ivory took out her wand. The man she bought it from, Ollivander, described it as “One of a kind”. 

The Ebony wand’s perfect match was someone who kept to their beliefs. The core was a Dragon heartstring, powerful yet prone to accidents. While Ollivander had sold extremely short wands and very long wands, he said that 12 ¼ was pretty rare.

“Harry, can you give me something to try this on?” Ivory asked and Harry handed her a small piece of paper. “Thank you. Um… Bombarda.”

The paper snapped before exploding, shreds and bits of blackened paper fluttering to the ground. “Sorry.” Ivory said quickly, “Hope that paper wasn’t important.”

‘That was magic?! Wow… I’ve got a lot to learn…’ “Not at all,” Harry said, though he seemed to still be watching the burning paper.

‘I’ve never seen a spell like that before!’ “That was amazing! I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Fred and George use that spell before!” Ron widened his eyes.

“It’s just a silly spell that my Mother uses for her job,” Ivory said shyly, looking away.

“That was still spectacular.” Hermione grinned. ‘She really is as great a witch as her mum! I’ll have to ask how she learned it so quickly!’

“I'm Ron Weasley.” Ron suddenly said with his mouthful. Hermione turned to him.

“Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon.” Hermione stood up and left. ‘Was that dirt on his nose?’ She then came back and looked at Ron. “You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there.” She pointed to the dirt mark on Ron's nose. Ron scratches his nose, embarrassed.

_____________________________________________________

It was nighttime at Hogsmeade station, the train blew its whistle and pulled outside the station. Hagrid walked along the side aisle with a lantern. People, in their robes, begin pouring out of the train. “Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!” He yelled.

Thank Merlin for the ear plugs that muffled the loud voices. It wasn’t exactly pleasant hearing someone think that they had to go to the loo or throw up. Harry, Ron, and Ivory walked up to the giant. ‘Is that who I think it is?’ “Hello, Harry.” Hagrid smiled.

“Hey, Hagrid.” Harry smiled.

‘That IS who I think it is!’ “Good to know you’re back again, Ivory.” Hagrid grinned and Ivory gave a small smile.

“Good to be back, Hagrid.” She said and Harry frowned, slightly confused. How did Ivory know who Hagrid was?

“Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me.” Hagrid yelled and the students all followed him to the boats as quickly as possible.

Ivory stepped one foot onto the shaky boat, wobbling slightly. Harry held out his hand to which she gladly took for support and sat down next to him.

After the students all filed onto the boats, they glided across a vast lake, where up ahead was a huge castle, known as Hogwarts Castle, can be seen. Ivory watched as the warm light seeped from the windows to light up the sky with a slight smile.

Her mother used to be a professor here and they used to visit all the time before she got sick. Hogwarts was familiar, almost like another home. “Wicked.” She heard Ron mutter next to her.

‘It's beautiful…’

‘This must be why Hogwarts is the best wizarding school!’

‘When are we gonna eat?’

Ivory’s smile slightly dimmed at the loud thoughts being echoed in her head. It was why she didn’t like crowded places, it was too much even with the ear plugs in.

The students continued on further towards the castle. The first-year students walked into the castle and up the massive staircase. Ivory huffed, it never got easier walking up staircases like that.

Ivory recognized a witch, Professor McGonagall. ‘What a wonderful array of students, they’ll grow up to be great witches and wizards…’ Standing above the staircase. She tapped her fingers on a stone railing, greeting the newcomers. “Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates.”

“But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family.”

“Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.”

‘Hey… Is that…?’ A scared-looking boy, Neville Longbottom as Ivory assumed, spotted his toad sitting near McGonagall and jumped forward “Trevor!” He caught his toad and McGonagall stared down at him as some of the students laughed, “Sorry.” He backed away, embarrassed.

Ivory felt second-hand embarrassment from the spectacle in front of her. She cringed, pursing her lips before Professor McGonagall spoke, “The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily.”

‘There he is. Father was correct, he HAS come to Hogwarts.’ “It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Ivory heard a boy say a little ways behind her and turned to see a blonde-haired boy talking to Harry and Ron.

"Harry Potter?" Draco introduces his two friends, “This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Draco Malfoy… Ivory recognized him. Her father was in cahoots with the Malfoy for his business. They were a family friend though Ivory never met Malfoy.

Ron snickered at his name. “Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.”

“You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Draco held his hand out for Potter to shake.

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.” Harry sassed and Ivory stifled a laugh. The Chosen One’s eyes landed on Ivory before smiling, Ivory gave a smile back.

Draco turned around to see Ivory and scowled, “So, Ivy, consorting with the enemy, is that it?”

A hush of whispers overcame the crowd again. Ivory Underwood, the granddaughter of a world-renowned author who worked with the famous Newt Scamander, the daughter of a powerful auror and a successful businessman. Other than the Malfoys, they were a very pureblood family.

“I think I have an idea of who the enemy is.” Ivory felt nauseous before swallowing it down and speaking up. “Also… It’s Ivory, not Ivy.” She looked at him up and down before turning her back towards him.

“Traitor,” Draco muttered under his breath.

“We're ready for you now. Follow me.” Professor McGonagall said, appearing from the hall.

“I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce.” Dumbledore raised from his seat, “The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch-”

Ivory spotted a ragged old man, Argus Filch, with his cat with red eyes, called Mrs. Norris. ‘Stupid children, blubbering and messy and dirty!’

 “-Has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.” He sat back down.

“When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” McGonagall opened a scroll and read it, “Hermione Granger.”

“Oh, no. Okay, relax.” Hermione whispered to herself before walking up. ‘Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall…’

“Mental, that one, I'm telling you,” Ron whispered to Harry, who nodded in agreement, and Ivory, who didn’t seem to care.

After Hermione, Draco, Susan Bones, and Ron went, it was now Harry Potter’s turn. Harry Potter.

“Harry Potter,” McGonagall called out his name. The cheering crowds went silent as Harry went up and sat down with the hat placed on his head.

‘Harry Potter? The Chosen One?’

‘Hey… I’ve heard of Harry Potter before!’

‘Wow! I can’t believe Harry Potter is actually here!’

‘So the rumors are true…’

After a tense moment, the hat yelled something that would go down in history and probably make Fred and George cheer, “Better be… GRYFFINDOR!” An immensely loud cheer coming from the Gryffindor table came something that shook the hall and made Ivory’s ears ring. 

“We got Potter! We got Potter!”

“Silence!” McGonagall yelled, “We still have a few more students for the sorting ceremony!”

“Now we just have to get Underwood,” Fred whispered to George who grinned.

“Ivory Underwood,” McGonagall called out her name. Ivory played with the slightly frayed ends of her robe sleeve before standing up and sitting in the chair. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to look anywhere other than the audience that watched her. 

“Oh! An Underwood, well, isn't that interesting.” The hat spoke to her, “Curiosity and intelligence are good traits for a Ravenclaw… Hardworking and loyal would make for a great Hufflepuff…”

“Not Slytherin… I’m not made for Slytherin.” She said quietly.

“Oh? Hm… But you’d make a good Slytherin, clever and ambitious. But… There seems to be something more…” The hat said ominously, “You take pride in your personality traits. You’re loyal yet on the inside, quite competitive. I know just what to put you in.”

Ivory’s breath hitched as the hat yelled, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The red and yellow house erupted into loud cheers once again as the hat was taken off of Ivory’s head. She brushed the dust from her hair off as she quickly made her way down to the table with a wide smile. She had never felt so relieved.

“WE GOT HER! I TOLD YOU GEORGIE!”

“I GUESS I OWE YOU ONE FREDDIE!”

After a few more people went up and got sorted into various houses, the feast had begun. Food magically appeared on the great hall tables as the first-year students widened their eyes at the display of food.

“Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?” Harry asked Percy.

“Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.” He explained.

“What's he teach?”

“Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell’s job for years.”

Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out. “Ahh!” He shouted and Ivory looked up from her cranberry jelly to see a ghost. She widened her eyes.

“Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor.” The ghost smiled.

“Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?” Percy asked. He seemed to be familiar and comfortable around the ghost, so Ivory swallowed down her nervousness. At least, she tried to.

“Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied.” Nicholas started to leave with a disappointed sigh.

“I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!” Ron exclaimed with wide eyes.

Harry shot Ivory a look and she shrugged, she didn’t know much about him either. Even if she visited regularly, her father didn’t like her ‘fraternizing with the ghosts’. Those were his words, not hers.

“I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind,” Nick said.

‘What? How does that even work?’ “‘Nearly’ headless?” Hermione scrunched her face as she repeated Ron’s words, “How can you be nearly headless?”

‘Uh! How annoying can this girl be?’ Ron scoffed and Ivory snickered slightly at the thought.

“Like this.” Nick grabbed his head and pulled it to the side. His head is hanging on just by a thread.

“Ahh!” Ron screamed and Ivory forced down a vomit. EUGH!

‘I think I’m gonna be sick!’ Hermione moaned in disgust and Harry just simply rolled his eyes. Nick reattached his head back to his body and left the Gryffindor table (Thankfully).

“That was… Something.” Ivory muttered, “I don’t think I’m hungry…” She muttered, turning to drink her water instead.

“Ron, did you want our food?” Harry asked and Ron nodded happily. The two of them scraped food off of their plates and onto the redheads instead.

After the eventful dinner, Percy led the rest of the Gryffindors up to their dorm room, “Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you.” He said and they turned the corner to walk upon a staircase, “This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change.”

Merlin, she hated it when they did that. It was like a maze and she had to run through the staircases just in time. She almost fell off! Ivory never liked being a Maze Runner.

“Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.” They began walking up the stairs, and several of the portraits began greeting them.

“Seamus, that picture's moving!” Ivory heard Neville shout.

“Look at that one, Harry!”

“I think she fancies you.”

“Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?”

Finally, Percy stopped on the seventh floor, the students in the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower. They came up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress. She was known as "The Fat Lady". “Password?”

It was sort of disrespectful, after all, she might’ve had a name if anyone ever asked. “Caput Draconis.”

The Fat Lady smiled and nodded in confirmation. The painting opened up to reveal a doorway in the wall, leading to Gryffindor Tower. “Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on.” Percy said.

Ivory had never been in the common rooms before and smiled as a homey sense of comfort wrapped around her like a warm blanket. It was… Nice and calmed her nervousness.

“Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left.” Percy pointed to one side, “Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.”

Ivory went up to her room, less nervous than before about being here at Hogwarts than she was at the train station. She found her trunk and a few other things on her bed with a smile.

She took off her robe, revealing the brown bag that she set down on the top of the trunk. Ivory yawned, she was tired. So very tired.

[panandinpain0]

Harry Potter Masterlist

Harry Potter

Oneshots

Quidditch Practice (x Male!Reader)

Badger in Distress (x Fem!Hufflepuff!McGonagall!Reader)

Cedric Diggory

Oneshots

Token of Good Luck (x Male!Slytherin!Reader)

Cousins? (x Male!Hufflepuff!Delacour!Reader)

Headcannons

Being Best Friends with Cedric Diggory (x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader)

Neville Longbottom

Multi-Part

Letter Exchange (x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader) --Part 1--

Quidditch Field Confessions (x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader) --Part 2--

Percy Weasley

Oneshots

Birthday Date (x Male!American!Reader)

Ronald Weasley

Multi-Part

Willow Tree Series (x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader)

Hermione Granger

Oneshots

Study Group (x Fem!Slytherin!Reader)

Not Such a Stranger (x GN!Gryffindor!Reader)

Summer Lovin' (x Fem!Slytherin!Reader)

Draco Malfoy

Oneshots

Unsolicited Advice (x Male!Hufflepuff!McGonagall!Reader)

--Marauders--

Remus Lupin

Oneshots

Reminiscing Can Hurt (x Male!Reader)

Drabbles

Every Second (x Female!Reader) [Platonic Sirius on the Side]

Harry Potter Taglist: @mailmango

[weasleysmuse]

A bit about me!

• All my writing is fictional

• My pronouns are she/her

• My name is Sophie and I am from the UK

• All my works are for female readers

• Most of my content that I post will be 18+ and I will put a mature content warning at the top of the stories

• I do take request so feel free to ask

• I’m a slythrindor

• All Characters are of age!

• I do smut, but also sweet romance / fluff 🎀

• I beg you do NOT kink shame, if you don’t like the kinks mentioned at the start of each story, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF AND STOP READING. It’s a boundary I set and all I ask you is to respect it

• Most of my posts will mostly be aimed towards 18+ audiences. Although if you are underage and you still decide to read some of my mature fanfics, then that is your responsibility

• If there’s any spelling mistakes or something doesn’t make sense then please forgive me English isn’t my first language!

Hope you enjoy!!

[withlovesteve]

Harry Potter Character Letters are back in stock!

If like me, you love to fully immerse yourself in your favourite fictional places - then I think you’ll love these.

Completely personalised and as detailed as you’d like, with no idea being too big or too small🤍

Find them on etsy - @emariecreatesx

[lostghostthing]

Thanksgiving with the Weasleys

Info: You're Y/N black, Sirius Black's daughter. It is Thanksgiving and you were invited to the by Fred and George Weasley to come over. You always talked to Molly and got along with her, you would always help her cook, and chit chat about everything, she would always ask you how her little boys and Ginny are doing.

⚠️ Warning (for some people)⚠️ Sirius Black X Remus Lupin GayLove Daddy issues Sirius Black - dad Remus Lupin - Dad

Ok? Ok

Meanings: Pup- your nickname that your dad's named you Y/N/N- your nickname aka you can choose Y/N- Your name

"Come on guys! We can't be late! Our mom will kill us!" Ron yelled, "Ron, we have Y/N and mum LOVES Y/N more then Harry" Fred responded. "I'm just happy that Y/N is coming for Thanksgiving" Ginny hug me as we walk, me, Ginny, Ron and Harry were behind Fred and George. As me and Ginny talked I saw her looking at Harry, "Does Ginny have a crush?" I teased her as Fred and George laughed. "Stop!" I said her face looking a blight red, I laughed at her as Harry and Ron started talking again.   We finally arrived at the borrow what Fred and George going first, then Ron and Harry fellowed by me and Ginny. "Where! Have! You! Bee-" Mrs.Weasley stopped as soon as she saw Harry and me. "Y/N. Harry, I'm happy to see you too!" She walked to us and gave us a very big hug. We all walked in the living room to see Bill, he's wife, Charlie and Mr.Weasley. "ah, Harry. Y/N, nice to see you" Mr.Weasley said as he and anyone else stood up to greet us. A few minutes later Hermione came and anyone started talking to each other. "Y/N, dear. Do you want to help me cook?" "Yes please!" I hopped up and walked to the kitchen to Molly. "Can you help cut up the veggies, please?" "Of course!" I walked to the counter an grabbed a knife and started to cut. First the onions then carrots, beat and final the lettuce. I started cutting the onions when Fred and George walked in, " Mum?" "Mhm" she . "Can Y/N stay the night?" George asked. She turned to look at him, "First we have to get permission from Y/N's fathers. Second where would she sleep" she raised her one eye brows. "In our room" Fred said smirking, "Why not with me?" Ginny popped her head in the kitchen. "If Sirius says yes, then she will sleep in your room. Ok?" "Yes!" Ginny said, I turned and smiled at her. Fred and George looked mad, but just turned and walked back to the living room. Ginny continued smiling as she walked back to the living room too.   Now I was cutting the lettuce when Ron walked in, "Hey, Y/N?" "Yea, Ron?" Molly was in the bathroom at the time. "Can you help me? Tell Hermione-" "You like her?" I cut me off as I turned to look at him. "Yes, Ronnie. I'll help you" I laughed as I turned around to the lettuce. He smiled and walked back to the living room. I finished the last of lettuce.    "I'm back... And you done" Molly smiled, I smiled back at her. "Dinners almost ready!" Molly yelled to the other, "you are very helpful Y/N" "Thank you, Mrs.Weasley." 'knock knock' "I'll get it!" I said as I ran to the front door. I opened the door to see- "dad!" I hugged him, "What about me?" Remus asked. "Your here too!?" He joined the hug. "Of course" "We missed you Pup" Sirius said, "Sirius?!" Harry ran to my dad. Sirius stopped hugging me and hugged Harry as me and my Dad walked to the living room. "Mr.Lupin, nice to meet you" Mr.Weasley said, "Hello" "Professor?!" Hermione asked "hello Ms. Granger" she ran and hugged him. "I see you've missed me" he laughed, I laughed too.   After a while it was dinner. Mr Weasley was at one of the ends with Mrs Weasley on he's right and Bill on he's left. Next to Mrs Weasley of Ron and next to Ron was Hermione, Harry in front, Ginny beside Harry. Me in the middle of Fred and George, with my dad's in front of me.   Mr Weasley and my dad's were talking about muggle thing, Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking about school. Mrs Weasley listened to her husband and my dad's talk. I talked with Fred and George about me sleeping over.   "Why can't you stay in our room?" Fred asked, "because your mum said so" I told him. "Mr Black?" George asked, my dad looked at him followed by Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and Dad. "Yes?" He raised he's brow, "Can Y/N stay the night? Or the week?" My dad looked at Mr and Mrs Weasley, they nodded a 'ok'. "Yes, she can stay. But only for 3 days, we need to spend time with her too." "Yes!" Fred and George yelled at the same time, causing me to laugh. "And she's staying in Ginny's room" Mrs Weasley said, stopping the twins of celebrating. They sat down and we all going back to the conversations we were having.

                                 (Remus's POV)

  I felt happy knowing that Y/N was safe, I trust the Weasley very much.   I know those Weasley twins like Y/N, because their faces got a little mad when Mrs Weasley said "And she's staying in Ginny's room". I'm happy that Y/N is happy.

                           

A/N I KNOW I'M LATE