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charmed-quill · 3 months ago

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Burrow Bound//B.W x Reader Chapter 2

Authors note at end.

Original request by @littlegreenteacup

Summary: Y/N, an American half-blood witch newly arrived in Muggle London, stumbles into the warmth of the Weasley brothers after a serendipitous meeting in Diagon Alley. Drawn into their world, she finds herself at the Burrow more often than not. Meanwhile, Bill Weasley is learning to navigate life as a single father, relying on his mother’s help to care for Victoire. Though their worlds orbit each other, Y/N and Bill’s paths never seem to align—until one evening when fate finally draws them together. Will it be the start of a love story, or will they be left with nothing but heartache?

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The Burrow was alive with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of dishes. Y/N stepped through the doorway into a space so warm and inviting it felt like stepping into a hug. The scent of roasted potatoes and pork mingled with the rich aroma of gravy and something sweet dancing in the air.

The kitchen was a whirl of activity, with Molly bustling between the stove and the table, her wand directing a ladle to stir a pot while she stacked plates with practiced ease.

“Oi, Y/N!” a loud voice called out, and she spotted Fred, grinning at her from the table. He waved her over with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Saved you a seat. Right next to the charming one.”

“That’s me,” George interjected from across the table, earning an exaggerated scoff from Fred.

She made her way over, carefully weaving through the chaos of chairs and family members, trying to take in everything at once.

A clock ticked softly in the corner, the wood-paneled walls were adorned with moving photographs, their subjects waving cheerfully at her. A stack of books teetered precariously near the fireplace, and the whole house seemed to hum.

As she sat down next to Fred, Y/N couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

“This place is incredible,” she murmured.

Fred smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Wait ‘til Mum gets yelling about something. Really completes the ambiance.”

“I hope you’re hungry,” he added as he handed her a plate.

“Starved,” she replied, inhaling deeply once more. The smells were intoxicating, a reminder of home-cooked meals she hadn’t realised she missed.

“Ron!” Molly’s sharp voice rang out across the kitchen. “Get your grubby fingers out of the pudding!”

Ron, mid-swipe at a bowl of something creamy and golden, froze like a deer in headlights. “I was just checking if it was done,” he mumbled, quickly retracting his hand as Molly shot him a glare.

“By sticking your fingers in it?” Ginny said, rolling her eyes as she passed him a clean spoon. “Try this. It’s called ‘not being disgusting.’”

“Enough out of you,” Ron muttered, his ears turning pink as he busied himself with a plate of bread rolls.

Arthur, seated at the head of the table, chuckled warmly. “Careful, Ron, you'll be banned from dessert.”

“I’m not banned, am I, Mum?” Ron asked quickly, shooting her a worried glance.

“That depends on how well you behave,” Molly replied, her tone stern but her eyes twinkling.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the tension of being an outsider slowly melt away. She leaned closer to Fred and whispered, “Does this happen every night?”

“Every meal,” he confirmed, looking far too proud of the chaos. “You’ll love it here. We specialise in entertainment.”

“Entertainment or torment?” George quipped.

“Both,” Fred replied with a grin. “We’re multi-talented.”

Molly bustled past, setting down a steaming bowl of vegetables in the center of the table. She paused to pat Y/N on the shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind a bit of noise, dear. With this lot, it’s unavoidable.”

“It’s perfect,” Y/N said sincerely, her gaze sweeping over the cozy kitchen again.

Ginny plopped down beside George, shaking her head at her brothers. “Ignore them. They think they’re funny.”

“We are funny,” Fred corrected.

“No, you’re annoying,” she countered, snagging a roll from Ron’s plate before he could stop her.

“Hey!” Ron protested. “Get your own!”

“And miss the fun of stealing yours?” she shot back, grinning.

Molly took a seat beside her husband, smiling kindly at Y/n.

“You better get cracking, Y/N,” Charlie called from a few seats down, his grin wide as he gestured at the food-laden table. “There’ll be nothing left if you wait much longer.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of his teasing, and turned her attention to the feast before her. Taking his advice, she began piling her plate with roasted pork, golden potatoes, bright green peas, tender carrots, and flaky little pastries that looked too good to resist. She finished it off with a generous ladle of thick, dark gravy, the aroma alone making her stomach growl in anticipation. The scents were heavenly, a comforting blend of herbs, roasted meat, and buttery richness that filled the room.

Her plate was a masterpiece of food, and her mouth watered just looking at it. Not knowing where to start, she scooped a little bit of everything onto her fork and took a big bite.

The flavors hit her all at once, savory pork, perfectly seasoned vegetables, and the velvety gravy tying it all together. It was so delicious she couldn’t help but close her eyes for a moment, savoring the explosion of flavors.

“So, Y/N,” Molly began, her voice cutting gently through the hum of conversation. “What do you do for work?”

Y/N froze mid-chew, her eyes widening slightly as all attention turned to her. She quickly chewed harder, trying to swallow without choking, and reached for her glass of water to help wash it down. Setting the glass back down, she gave a sheepish smile.

“Well,” she began, setting her fork aside. “I work at the museum here in London. Actually, I was finishing an orientation there earlier today before I ran into Charlie.”

“A museum?” Arthur leaned forward, his curiosity palpable. “Muggle museums are fascinating, so many exhibits! What do you do there?”

“I’m part of a small team of magical historians,” Y/N explained, her nerves easing under Arthur’s enthusiasm. “We make sure the artifacts No-Majs bring in aren’t cursed or magically significant before they go on display.”

“Like a curse breaker?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing in thought.

Y/N shook her head, smiling. “Not quite. Curse breakers work on a much larger scale. What we do is a lot more focused. We just ensure the items brought in are safe for No-Majs to display and study. If something turns out to be cursed or too dangerous, there’s a separate department that handles it.”

“Sounds like you’re the first line of defense,” Percy remarked, adjusting his glasses. “Cataloging magical artifacts sounds like no small task.”

“It’s definitely detail-oriented,” Y/N agreed. “Most of our job involves identifying enchantments, figuring out their purpose, and determining if they pose any risk. A lot of the time, it’s minor things, like a quill that writes by itself or a mirror that gives overly enthusiastic compliments.”

“Now that’s something I could use.” Fred interjected, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye.

“For what?” Ginny asked, rolling her eyes. “Inflating your ego even more?”

“Exactly,” George chimed in, grinning. “Fred’s confidence isn’t quite unbearable enough yet.”

The table erupted into laughter, and Y/N couldn’t help but join in, the tension in her shoulders easing.

“Have you ever found something dangerous?” Ron asked, clearly intrigued.

“A few times,” Y/N said, nodding. “We’ve had a cursed necklace that tried to strangle its owner and a painting that screamed whenever someone looked at it. But those cases are rare. Most of the time, it’s harmless, like a clay pot that sings or a book that rewrites itself depending on the reader.”

Arthur’s eyes sparkled with fascination. “Muggles have no idea how extraordinary their world becomes when it overlaps with ours. What do they make of these items?”

“They usually just think they’re quirky or broken,” Y/N said with a small laugh. “It’s amazing how easily people dismiss the magical when they don’t know it exists.”

“Well, it sounds like you’ve got a fascinating job, dear,” Molly said warmly, her genuine smile lighting up the cozy dining area. “And an important one. It must feel good knowing you’re helping to preserve history.”

“It really does,” Y/N admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly as she set her fork down. “I’ve always loved history. My dad and I used to go to a different museum every month when I was a kid. He loved them almost as much as I did.” She paused, her eyes softening as she recalled the memories. “There’s this big magical museum in Magical New York kind of like the magical world’s version of the Smithsonian. He took me there when I turned ten, and I think that’s what really sparked my interest in it all.”

“Are both your parents magical?” Ginny asked curiously, her head tilted as she rested her chin on her hand.

Y/N shook her head, a fond smile playing on her lips.

“Nah, just my dad. My mum’s a No-Maj. She’s always been supportive, though.” She chuckled, the sound soft and nostalgic. “Dad was the one who taught me all about the magical world. He always said that being a witch meant having one foot in two different worlds, and I should learn to love both.”

“That must have been an interesting way to grow up,” Arthur said, his tone tinged with admiration.

“It was,” Y/N agreed. “I grew up in a small town in Georgia, where magic wasn’t exactly common. Most of my friends were No-Majs, and my mum did her best to keep things as normal as possible. But Dad would sneak in little bits of magic here and there, a charmed broom to help clean the house, enchanted fireworks on birthdays, that kind of thing.”

Fred and George perked up at the mention of enchanted fireworks. “He sounds brilliant,” Fred said. “A man after our own hearts.”

“He really was,” Y/N replied, her smile widening. “He always wanted to visit London, though. It was on his bucket list. He loved everything about British history, both magical and No-Maj.”

“He must be thrilled you’re living here now,” Ginny said, her voice light.

Y/N hesitated, the smile faltering for just a moment. She could picture her father’s gleaming smile, the way his eyes would light up at the news.

“He would have been,” She agreed, a wave of bittersweet sadness washed over her, and she quickly took another bite of her dinner to distract herself, letting the flavors ground her.

“Would have been,” Ron said loudly, his fork clinking against his plate. “What changed?”

“Ron!” Molly chastised sharply, her voice tinged with disapproval. “Mind your manners.”

“No, it’s alright,” Y/N said gently, setting her fork down and taking a breath. “He died just after I graduated from Ilvermorny.”

The room grew quieter, the lively chatter dimming to a soft murmur. The warmth of the room seemed to hold her, a silent show of comfort.

“I’m so sorry, dear,” Molly said, her expression filled with understanding as she reached out to pat Y/N’s hand. “Losing a parent is never easy.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, managing a small smile in return. “It was hard, but he always encouraged me to follow my dreams. Moving here felt like a way to honor him, you know? He’d have been over the moon.”

There was a quiet nod of agreement around the table, a small acknowledgment of the weight of her words.

After a moment, Fred leaned closer, breaking the silence with his usual mischievous tone.

“Well, if your dad was as brilliant as he sounds, then he’d definitely approve of you hanging out with us.”

“Absolutely,” George chimed in. “We’re practically a historical exhibit ourselves. Living legends, really.”

Y/N chuckled, the tension in her chest easing as the table erupted into gentle laughter. Ginny rolled her eyes, and Molly shook her head with a fond smile, but the warmth radiating from the family made Y/N feel a little lighter.

As the conversation shifted and the lively energy returned to the table, Y/N took another bite of her meal, savoring the flavors.

Slowly, the plates began to clear as Molly stood up from the table, her wand in hand. With a graceful flick, the dirty dishes floated toward the sink, clinking softly as they settled into the soapy water. The warm hum of post-dinner conversation filled the room, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter.

“We made an American delicacy for dessert,” Molly announced proudly, waving her wand once more. A massive apple pie floated to the center of the table, its golden crust perfectly crisp and flaked with sugar. Alongside it appeared an impressive trifle layered with custard, jelly, and whipped cream. Both desserts gleamed under the warm light, looking like they belonged in a wizarding cookbook.

Y/N’s grin widened as Molly handed her a generous helping of pie, the cinnamon-scented steam wafting up to tickle her nose. “This looks amazing,” she said earnestly, her fork already hovering over the plate.

“Careful,” Fred said from across the table, watching her with mock seriousness. “Mum’s desserts are enchanted. One bite and you’ll never want to leave.”

George nodded solemnly, a spoonful of trifle halfway to his mouth. “Happened to us. We were going to move out years ago, but she keeps us trapped here with puddings and pies.”

“Honestly, I don’t see the downside,” Y/N quipped, taking her first bite. The warm, gooey filling and buttery crust melted on her tongue, and her eyes closed in bliss.

“See?” Fred gestured dramatically to George. “She’s already under the spell!”

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After dinner, Y/N wandered about the Burrow, her curiosity drawing her to every quirky detail of the cozy, mismatched house. The air smelled faintly of wood smoke and baked goods, and the soft glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated the rooms. Family photographs in animated frames waved at her from the walls, and a few stray knitting needles clattered away in the corner, working on a scarf of their own accord.

She stopped in front of a tall, old clock that sat proudly in one corner of the living room. At first glance, she thought it was just another whimsical wizarding relic, but upon closer inspection, she realized the clock didn’t display the time at all. Instead, its hands, each labeled with a family member's name, pointed to various locations: Home, School, Work, and Bed. All the hands currently rested on Home, except for one, which pointed to Bed.

“Who’s in bed at this hour?” Y/N mused aloud, leaning in to examine the name on the errant hand.

“Bill,” came a voice directly in her left ear.

“He’s our oldest brother,” added a voice in her right.

Y/N startled slightly, spinning to find Fred and George standing on either side of her, identical smirks plastered across their freckled faces.

“Do you two always pop up out of nowhere?” she asked, laughing despite herself.

“Part of our charm,” Fred said with a wink.

“I haven’t met him, have I?” she asked, pointing at the clock.

“Nope,” George replied, popping the p for emphasis. “Bill’s a busy bee.”

“Probably for the best, though,” Fred added, crossing his arms. “We wouldn’t stand a chance if he were here.”

“Why not?” Y/N asked, her brows furrowing.

“Because,” Fred said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart, “all the witches go crazy for him. They think he’s all cool and mysterious.”

“But really,” George interjected with a grin, “he’s just a massive nerd.”

Y/N chuckled, glancing back at the clock. “He’s the curse breaker, right?”

“Yep,” George said. “Used to work in Egypt, raiding tombs and dodging deadly curses.”

Fred leaned in conspiratorially. “But he traded all that in for nappies and bedtime stories when Victoire was born.”

“Victoire?” Y/N asked.

“Our niece,” George explained. “Mum’s first grandchild. Total scene-stealer.”

Fred nodded solemnly. “Mum cried for two days when she was born. It was very dramatic.”

“Not as dramatic as when George sat on a toy broomstick last Christmas and broke it,” Fred teased.

“That was a faulty broom, and you know it!” George shot back, narrowing his eyes.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head at the antics. “Well, now I’m curious to meet this infamous Bill,” she said.

“Careful what you wish for,” Fred warned. “If you’re not careful, you might fall under his nerdy spell too.”

“Unlikely,” Y/N shot back with a grin. “I’m more interested in the clock. Do you think it could tell me where my lost socks are?”

“Not a chance,” George said. “That’s advanced magic. Even Dad hasn’t cracked the sock mystery.”

Fred sighed wistfully. “One day, though. One day.”

a/n: okay a few things: 1) I am not American nor am I English (🐨🦘🇦🇺) so if anything is wrong don’t tell me I’ll cry. 2) I made the reader Southern cuz southern accents are so stinking cute are you joking?! 3) this is definitely going to be a slow burn since I just LOVE building character relationships, I love having relationships that feel genuine?

#bill weasley angst #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley #harry potter fanfiction #charmed writes 🖤

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bagelsunshinecoffee · 4 months ago

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My relationships with the PWHL teams going into season 2:

Frost: my ex I’m still not over. Maybe it wasn’t meant to last forever but did it have to hurt so bad

Sceptres: my new girl 🥰 it’s still fresh, we haven’t put labels on it, but she makes me smile

Fleet: would fuck, but I wouldn’t look her in the eye the next day

Charge: I think I was introduced to her at a party once. Want to become friends

Sirens: I did come into your house (arena) and act very rude (cheer when you lost) but I only want good things for you maybe we can get coffee?

Victoire: that friend who is super nice but lowkey too classy for me so I feel like a disaster when we talk

#pwhl #I’m sorry I couldn’t resist #pucking around

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brinkworth · 3 months ago

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24 fics I read in 2024 and 25 fics I want to read in 2025

Please note there is not much rhyme or reason to these. I like to read a variety of writing styles & characterizations. Shout at me if I've mis-linked or tagged, etc. And I would love to hear what you're all reading!

Read:

The Web (Wolfstary, Jily) by lesmardisbleus

73 Aberdeen (Wolfstar) by Mici (noharlembeat)

Lemon Tree (Wolfstar) by @titstraction

CEO Black (Prongsfoot) by @mycupofrum

When You Open Your Legs (Series) (Wolfstar) by @kaaaaaaarf

Does Permanent Mean Forever? (Gen) @tedwardremus

Mr Popular (Wolfstar) by GreenIbis

these golden beacons (i see nothing but black) (Prongsfoot) by fictionalcandie

Hell Is Empty (And All The Devils Are Here) (Jily) by @nodirectionhome-ao3

The Tragic Dumpling Affair of 1986 (Wolfstar) @heartofspells

Carrot or Stick (Wolfstar) @pain-in-the-riri

A Thousand Memories (Wolfstar) @caslyra

It doesn't matter (Wolfstar, Jily) by @neverenoughmarauders

and sirius smiled (Wolfstar) by cowboyvalley

it's not enough (this time) (Wolfstar) @billsfangearring

The Hand That Feeds (Dorlene, Wolfstar, Jily) by @rollercoasterwords

crushed ice (Wolfstar) by sectoren

Hangfire (Prongsfoot) @heartofspells

Rekindle (Wolfstar) @tracingpatternswrites

It's Not the Years, Honey, It's the Mileage (Wolfstar) by Thistlerose

Three Weeks Outside Time (Wolfstar) by Thistlerose

Our House (Wolfstar) by @everythingbutcoldfire

The Great Mud-Dunking Tussle of 1978 (and other tales) (Wolfstar) by sheafrotherdon

Shelf Awareness (Jily) by GhostofBambi

To Read:

Lie Low at Lupins (Wolfstar) by @caslyra

Darklands (Wolfstar) by @newsom

But What a Way to Go (Wolfstar) by @r33sespieces

Heavier the Crown (Jily, Snily, Teddy/Victoire, Wolfstar) by @sidlarsson

Gently rise and softly call (Wolfstar) by @swoopswrites

Guilty as Sin (Jily, Wolfstar, Dorlene) by ohevans

not like the rest of them (Andromeda & Sirius, Tedromeda) by @unspeakable3

there's nothing not to love about you (Prongsfoot) by justprompts

Encounters in Verity (Prongsfoot) by @tracingpatternswrites

The Road to Sweetwater (Wolfstar) by @euripidestrousers

Source Codes (Wolfstar) by fluorescentgrey

The Road to Love is Covered in Ice and Slush (Wolfstar) by @wannabelilybriscoe

Becoming Andromeda Tonks (Tedromeda) by @midnightstargazer

First betrayal (Jily) by @neverenoughmarauders

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Love (Wolfstar) by @m00neroni

him (Wolfstar, Mary/Lily) by @heartofspells

Closer to Fine (Wolfstar) by @severedreamerfox

Scabbers (Gen) by Mr_Pinniped

Happy Birthday, you. (Wolfstar) by WrappedUp

sorry about the blood in your mouth (Wolfstar) by berhanes (sqvalors)

Deeply, Unfathomably, Senselessly, Terribly (Frank/Alice) by tuesday_piracy

Between The Desire and the Spasm (Jily, Wolfstar, Petunia/Vernon) by @uncertainwallflower

the humours of amortentia (Wolfstar) by @fruityindividual

Three Card Monte (Wolfstar, Jily) by enjambament

Nothing in Particular (Wolfstar, Jily) by purpledinosaurss, tofulover

#fic rec #marauders

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amorchai · 8 days ago

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hey, please can i request a ron x fem!reader fic where you and ron are asked to babysit one of his older brothers kids. like you both get so invested it makes you wanna have kids with him so bad in the future. and you both take his niece/nephew to the park and people think it's your kid. i can imagine him being so good with kids and so adorable 😫

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃.

pairing(s): ron weasley x female!reader

words: 689

warnings/tags: ron wants kids, inclusive as even though talking about future with children – can be in any way! think of it as pregnancy, adoption, ivf, surrogacy, whatever way works!

a/n: just so you know, i’m trying so hard to inclusive as i plan on adopting in the future rather than having my own.

“babe! guess who i have with me?” is the first thing you hear when you walk through the door, a bag of takeout for your dinner accompanying your side, tired from a day full of writing. when you walk through the threshold of your shared house, your met with ron sitting on the floor facing the muggle tv, victoire perched on his raised knees.

she giggles and raises her hands at the sight of her aunt, ron pulling her against him as he stands, “what a traitor, she’s been loving my attention all afternoon.” her hands continue to reach for you, trying to wriggle out of ron’s grasp and you laugh softly, taking her from your boyfriend’s arms.

your voice goes higher and softer in a baby-accommodating voice, “hello, baby. auntie missed your gorgeous face.” ron smiles warmly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple, ignoring the mess left upon the floor as he picks the discarded bag for dinner.

“did bill and fleur get to france okay?” you ask when you follow ron into the kitchen, stepping over an array of toys. you were at work by the time they dropped their daughter off in the early morning. ron’s unpacking the food on the counter, gathering plates in a desperate need to eat.

ron nods before replying, “just sent an owl back, they were asking how victoire is.” you bump her on your hip, keeping her amused while she watches her uncle curiously. “how has it been with her today?” you ask.

it’s the first time you’re both babysitting her, the last time molly desperate to have some time with her granddaughter. this time arthur had a fall and was currently being attended to, therefore ron was immediately volunteering in place.

you look from victoire and to ron when he doesn’t reply, a soft smile covering his expression as he instead replies, "you’d be a good mother.” you feel your face getting heated, trying hard not to smile when you state, “it took you less than five minutes.”

ron moves away from the food and to where you stand to watch, leaning in to press another chaste kiss to your cheek, “can’t help it.” you knew this would happen, you’ve had discussions of this in the past where ron’s desperate to start a family – marriage second on his priority list because he already knows he’s spending the rest of his life with you.

“go sit i’ll be right through,” he ushers, turning back to getting the food set up, “has victoire had her dinner?” you ask, already knowing the answer and ron nods, “spoiled, she is.”

ron’s heart swells once he walks through, plates full of takeout as he watches you hold victoire with a fond smile. he can hardly take his eyes off you as you both eat dinner, you attempting while keeping bill’s daughter on your lap.

you’re adamant to take her upstairs when it’s time for bed, ron washes the dishes as you do so. he can hear you coming downstairs before familiar arms wrap around his waist from behind.

he turns off the sink’s tap, drying off his hands when your chin rests on his back, “you still thinking about it?” you ask and he smiles. with a chuckle he turns around to face you, hands finding purchase at the nape of your neck, “i really want a kid with you.”

“god, you babysit your niece for one day, now you want your own,” your fingers fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt while his thumbs trace your skin. you were joking because since you both graduated hogwarts, you spoke about it several times. he had tons of siblings and was in a loving household, of course he wanted to raise his own family.

“you’d be a great mum,” he murmurs, lips pressing below your ear before continuing down your jaw to neck and your hands grip his shirt with a low giggle, “you said that.” his fingers are nudging your skin while his lips are gentle against your neck, body slightly looming over yours, “and i will continue to say it.”

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citrusses · 4 months ago

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@sweet-s0rr0w made the most beautiful post about drarry celebrating christmas in her fics, so I took a stab at it, too. Merry christmas and happy holidays all!

OORU drarry spend Christmas Eve with the Malfoys—formal, stuffy, suffocating. Lucius and Narcissa are not fans of Harry but Draco has made it clear that if they are not both welcome, neither will attend. It’s all very polite and painful. Everyone is trying; no one is certain it’s worth it. Christmas Day, however, is spent with Sirius and Remus, and it’s perfect and cozy and all four of them take turns get embarrassingly sentimental about it: about finding a family and being that for each other and getting a bit weepy into his champagne. Harry loves how Draco fits in so well with his godfathers now. Harry is thinking he should ask Draco to move in with him; he feels the uncertain flare of that old fear of rejection when he considers it, finds it terrifying, and resolves to press on in spite of it.

Gemini in Retrograde drarry are at Grimmauld, where Draco lives, with Scorpius home for the holidays. Scorpius still thinks it’s kind of gross that anyone would want to date his dad, but he’s also never had such a happy Christmas since before Narcissa died. They exchange presents on Christmas Eve; Draco and Scorprius shock each other by picking perfect presents for one another (it’s new, for them). Harry “helps” their house elf make dinner (marking the first time they’ve had an edible meal on Christmas in years). All three of them go to the Burrow for lunch on Christmas Day, the tradition that started the first year Harry and Draco were together. While Scorprius is still working up the courage to properly talk to Victoire, he has none of that shyness when it comes to pick-up Quidditch in the garden. Draco and Harry play, too—Draco flies all the time, now. Harry is still better than him.

Isle of Ogygia drarry are at the lighthouse, still — ostensibly they’re both working on getting Draco’s sentence reduced, but both of them are more than a bit nervous about leaving the island when the time comes. Their communication about this difficult subject needs work. However, Christmas in the lighthouse is beautiful—the place has been transformed into a real home, and the spellwork has been smoothed out, and the Christmas tree that Neville helped Harry safely transport there is thriving. It’s storming outside, but it’s warm inside, and they have more food than they could possibly ever eat, and they end up not opening presents until the evening because they spend the whole day shagging. They both think they’re being very funny and clever and ended up getting each other the exact same dry, unreadable encyclopedias for Christmas.

Löyly drarry spend every Christmas traveling somewhere new. They like to alternate between cold and warm destinations: cold places mean shopping at Christmas markets, hearty meals, and saunas if they can find them, and sex on rugs in front of blazing fireplaces; warm places mean dips in the ocean, and dinners and cold wine in the open-air, and Harry watching Draco's long, solid body turn pink in the sun in a way that makes him weak. Draco considers it his duty to become an expert in each country’s specific magical traditions; if there’s sex magic to be found, that’s all the better. Draco and Harry have been forbidden from returning to at least one country because of a public incident involving said sex magic. It was, they both think, worth it.

@jtimu @arminaa8 @xalandrix @thecouchsofa @greattemptation @garagepaperback @sorrybutblog @nv-md and I'm seconding everyone sweet tagged, too, if you want to share how your drarries spend the holidays. if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged, and tag me please!

#ooru #löyly #gemini in retrograde #isle of ogygia #citrus writes

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emdoesstufff · 4 months ago

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I made aesthetic boards and Headcanons of the Weasley grandchildren for a fic I'll be posting soon.

The top left picture is a young kid photo, the bottom right is a teenage photo, and the middle is a current/older one.

(In age order)

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin ((24) at main time of fic)-

-Born April 23rd, 1998

-Molly and Arthur have always considered him their first grandkid

-From ages 11 to 16 he experimented with all kinds of hair colors, never being able to settle on just one

-When he's 17 he finally settles on his classic blue hair and rocks that till he's about 21, when he goes to plain brown hair and his natural features. A little self-discovery later and he's back at his classic blue

-Despite inheriting the metamorphagus trait, he's also got several wolf qualities

-He can tell you if the milk is expired when you open the fridge by the scent, he can tell who's entering the house from upstairs by the way he hears them walking, and when he doesn't have his wand he'll probably start biting and scratching as an attack, and he does some pretty good damage

-He has a long term girlfriend named Izzy (I'm not a tedoire fan, they're cousins in this) and no one's quite sure how long they've been dating because no one knows when they went from being best friends to dating, you can't tell

-In school he had two other best friends besides Izzy, Todd and Connor. Izzy and Todd are in Gryffindor (they're also cousins) and Teddy and Connor are Hufflepuffs

-There was an attack when he was 14 (will be explained in the fic) and he didn't have his wand, so he had no choice but to go a little feral on them and he ended up killing one of them like that

-He considers James, Al, and Lily his siblings.

-He played quidditch for most of his school years, seeker, and wore the number 4

-When he starts to get older, his family and friends start to call him just Ted more. Izzy is the only one who still always calls him Teddy

-He can play the guitar

-He's never been very muscular or lean, but he's like 6'4

Victoire Gabrielle Weasley (22)- Bill and Fleur's daughter

-Born May 2nd, 2000

-She was always very focused on being pretty and proper as a child, but in her late teen years she stopped caring so much

-Fleur wanted her to attend Beaxbatons when she started school, but she transferred to Hogwarts for her fourth year and was sorted into Ravenclaw

-She was made prefect her fifth year and head girl her seventh year

-She loved living near the beach and would often read books in the sand

-She loves cooking and she's good at it, her idea of a simple meal is equivalent to a gourmet meal

-In her fifth year she starts to develop a crush on Teddy's friend Todd, a seventh year at the time. She always begs her cousin to get him to talk to her

-Her and Todd start dating in her seventh year. When things start getting bad with the war again, they decide to get married with their family while they still can.

Molly Sienna Weasley II (22)- Percy and Audrey's daughter

-Born August 5th, 2000

-She was very close to her grandmother as a child and they liked to talk about flowers with each other

-Christmas is her absolute favorite time of year and she always makes everyone go all out for it

-She was sorted into Gryffindor, but she has always preferred green more then red

-She played quidditch her 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, but quit to focus on school

-She loves being at the burrow and she would sit around in the nearby fields during the summers off listen to music

-She has a "best friend" (they're in love with each other but don't know it) named Lilah. They've been friends since they met on the train before their first year.

-Lilah helped her cut her bangs when she was 17 and she's had then ever since

-She's very close with Victoire because of closer in age they are. They bond over their shared love of solitude time

Dominique Apolline Weasley (20)- second daughter of Bill and Fleur

-Born February 14th, 2002

-She's always been very tall, reaching 5'8 by them time she was 13

-Everyone almost exclusively calls her Dom

-She only attended Beaxbatons for one year before going to Hogwarts with Victoire

-She was pleasantly surprised when she was sorted into Gryffindor, expecting to go the same path as her sister

-She only picked up quidditch after Molly quit, taking her number, 5

-Teddy taught her how to play the guitar when she was 15

-She likes to speak French more than English

-She came out as Bi when she was 16 and Bill bought a shirt that said ally dad

-She got closer with Vic and Molly in her late teens and they are inseparable now

-She started dating a Slytherin boy, Jake Thomas when she was 17 and they get married when they were 19

Roxanne Alicia Weasley (20)- George and Angelina's daughter

-Born January 19th, 2002

-The first Weasley to be sorted into Slytherin, it was a shock at first, but everyone accepted it pretty quickly

-She worked at Wizard Wheezes every summer before she graduated and now full time. She plans to run the place one day

-People always ask if her and Freddie are twins and are surprised when she tells them that she's two years older

-They are also surprised when they're told they still have the same birthday

-She's never been close with any of her cousins and really only hangs out with Freddie

-Her dad is the only one who calls her Roxy

-She's never been interested in any romance and plans on never getting married

-She was shocked when Dom asked her to be her maid of honor, but she took the job incredibly seriously and broke down crying during the ceremony

-Her and Dom have become closer in the past year because of that

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley (18)- George and Angelina's son

-Born January 19th, 2004

-Everyone thinks it is absolutely hilarious that Roxanne and Freddie are born on the same day

-So it shouldn't have been a surprise too anyone when they basically acted like they were twins

-Since their family had already had a Fred, he decided to exclusively go by Freddie

-The third Weasley grandchild to go to Gryffindor

-He was pretty quiet in school, but would get in trouble sometimes because he hung out with Lorcan, Lysander, and James

-He also started working at Wizard Wheezes and hopes to co-own it with Roxanne

-He was the first grandchild to insist on joining the order when it was reformed

-Proudly fights whenever he can

James Sirius Potter II (18)- Harry and Ginny's son

-Born June 4th, 2004

-Harry and Ginny believe they set themselves up for failure by naming him James Sirius because he definitely takes after his namesakes

-Also sorted into Gryffindor at the surprise of nobody

-He's wanted to become a professional quidditch player since he can remember attending his mother's matches, so he makes his whole life about quidditch

-Izzy is the Gryffindor quidditch captain his first year and he gets a chaser position the same year

-There hasn't been more quidditch drive since Oliver Wood

-He fell in love with a girl named Alice when he was 15 and only got her to go out with him once they graduated

-THE ADHD child

-He's best friends with Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, Hufflepuffs, who are in his year

-He loves his siblings so much and is protective of all of them

Louis Arthur Weasley (18)- Bill and Fleur's son

-Born August 6th, 2004

-Victoire was so proud when her younger brother was sorted into Ravenclaw

-Made it clear that he was never interested in quidditch and would rather stay inside and play video games

-Fleur always dressed him very prim and proper and he continued to do that even when he grew up

-He does wear Nikes with a suit though

-He's very proud of his curls and takes care of them perfectly

-He was captain of the chess team all of his Hogwarts years, which pissed Rose off

-He loves spells and always has a spellbook on him

-Blue is his favorite color and he makes everything in his life that

-Dreams of becoming a healer and spent a lot of time with Madam Pomfrey in school

-He got a internship at St. Mungos two weeks ago and has never been more exhausted in his life

Lucille "Lucy" Abigail Weasley (17)- Percy and Audrey's second daughter

-Born April 22nd, 2005

-Everyone was expecting her to be in Gryffindor like the majority of her older cousins, but were so proud when she was placed on Hufflepuff

-She's always loved any kind of art, but she favorites her pastel crayons.

-She also has a camera and takes pictures of anything and everything

-She's very loudly and openly gay, she came out when she was 12

-George made fun of Percy when she came out, telling him he was too stuck up for his gay daughter. He went to Bill after that to figure out where he could get an ally dad shirt

-She gets so frustrated about Molly and Lilah. She's told Molly that she's gay so many times, but Molly always just laughs it off

-She only picked up quidditch in her seventh year and she took over Teddy's number 4

-Even though Molly's onliviousness annoys her, she is very close with her. They both love flowers and they taught themselves to embroider so they can put flowers on everything

Albus "Al" Severus Potter (16)- Harry and Ginny's second son

-Born August 27th, 2006

-He was always incredibly shy and often just hid behind his mother

-That made it a shock when he was sorted into Slytherin, everyone expected Hufflepuff

-The day after he was sorted, he already had a letter from Roxanne, telling him that she knew it was hard to be one of the only Slytherins in the family, but that she was there for him. That made being in Slytherin a lot easier for him.

-He was always best friends with Rose, but when they got to Hogwarts they let Thomas Lovegood and Frank Longbottom II, Ravenclaws, into their friendgroup (I'll probably do stuff for these characters too since they're pretty important)

-He loves music and has a huge record collection with almost any artist you can think of

-When the war started getting bad in his fifth year, he started back up the D.A., it was less about teaching and more about fighting now though

-He loves Teddy, James, and Lily so much and he considers them some of his closest friends

-He didn't wear glasses for most of his life, but the summer after his sixth year, Ginny started noticing that he was running into things, so she took him to an eye doctor and he went into his seventh year with glasses

-He loves to learn knew spells and he can almost always be seen with a spellbook in his hands

-He's a bit of a coward, so any time there's some sort of fight his first response is to run

-He's not too worried about finding love, sure it'll happen on its own one day. He likes to help his cousins and friends in their relationships though

-He actually hates quidditch, but he'd never tell anyone of his family that, knowing how much they love it

Rose Billie Granger-Weasley (16)- Ron and Hermione's daughter

-Born October 26th, 2006

-She looks so much like her mother, but she definitely takes after her father

-She loves sweets and is always first in line at Honeydukes when there's a new thing to try

-Victoire always makes her be the taste tester on everything she makes, and Rose has a very refined pallette because of it

-Her socks are constantly mismatched, other than that she's very fashionable

-Her dad taught her how to play wizards chess when she was really little and she joined the club at school the first week she was there

-She was super mad that Louis was captain for as long as he was though

-She's in Gryffindor, in true Weasley fashion

-She's never considered herself smart, just enough to get by. She's very thankful that Hugo and Al are though.

-Al is her best friend in the world and she was the first to join the D.A. after he started it up again

-She takes care of Hugo ferociously and it's pretty hard for her to accept that he's growing up now

Hugo Gene Granger-Weasley (15)- Ron and Hermione's son

-Born September 15th, 2007

-He's always had severe baby face, looking much younger than he is

-He's been super attached to Crookshanks since the moment he was born

-He inherited his mother's smarts and started reading by the time he was 4

-Louis insisted that he would be in Ravenclaw and Dom made fun of him when Hugo was put on Gryffindor

-He loves a sweater vest

-He didn't start playing quidditch until his second year, when James needed him to play keeper for him. They learned that he was extremely talented and they're currently training him to go professional.

-He didn't really have any friends until he started playing quidditch, where he started hanging out with the players on his and the other teams.

-He's closest with Ella Chang, the seeker for the Ravenclaw team

-Everyone is sure they will be dating at some point

-He was the reason the Weasley is our king chant got started again and he proudly wears the crown pin on his quidditch robes

-He excells in all of his classes and Ella thinks he's wasting his talents by going pro

-He loves his sister and spends a great deal of his time with her

Lily Luna Potter (14)- Harry and Ginny's daughter

-Born September 1st, 2008

-She's an exact copy of her mother, in looks and personality

-The youngest Weasley kid, also sorted into Gryffindor

-She isn’t particularly talented in academics, but she gets by just fine

-She loves listening to music with Al and she exactly where all of her favorite songs are on his records

-She knows she's bisexual, but wasn't told anyone yet

-She loves charms class and learning new spells. She always goes to Louis to learn new ones.

-She hasn't picked up quidditch yet, but has been considering it for a while now

-Her mom started putting her hair in braids and she absolutely loves it

-She's close with all of her siblings, but Teddy is secretly her favorite. He's so much older than her so he feels really cool to her.

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ginnyw-potter-archive · 7 months ago

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Because that would be incredibly lame

Summary: Harry considers what kind of house he would like to live in, and asks for Ginny's opinion.

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“What kind of house do you like, Ginny?”

It was several weeks before they both finished their last year at Hogwarts when he asked this. She put down her quill beside her Potions homework and turned around. She sat up on her knees by the couch, where Harry rested on his back. One hand tucked behind his head, the other played absent-mindedly with his Snitch.

She leaned a bit closer and rested her hands on the edge of the couch. “Is this your way to ask me to move in with you? Because that would be incredibly lame.”

He offered her an incredulous look. “I am not that much of a twat...usually.”

She grinned at him. “So you do not want to move in with me?” She tilted her head innocently, knowing she had set him up for failure either way.

He turned red. “Ginny.”

With his attention elsewhere, his hand did not chase after the Snitch and it softly soared away through the common room. He leaned on his elbow, turning towards her. She kept eye contact.

“I need to find a house, for myself. I can’t stay in the Burrow forever, and I do not want to live in Grimmauld Place. And if I would get a house, you’d be there frequently, wouldn’t you?”

Her gaze softened at his words. “Yes. I would hope so.”

“And so, I thought it must be something you like too. Your dad said I could probably afford a house.”

She held back her snort. “My dad? Perhaps he was hinting at something.”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I am sure your dad did not suggest we would live in sin.” His eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin.

“He is not an idiot, you know, about what we get up to.” Her fingers walk over his chest up to his collarbones. “However, maybe he was suggesting something with more commitment.”

He laughed and let himself drop back on the couch. He looked up towards the ceiling. “If you want to marry me, you will just have to propose.”

She tried to playfully swat at him, but he caught her hand and entwined their fingers, turning it towards him. “Though that finger would look lovely with a ring on it.”

She took her hand back and joined him on the couch. He made place for her so she could lie beside him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and she found comfort in the familiarity of it.

“I like cosy houses. Something that is clearly lived in and enjoyed,” she said.

He hummed. “Something like the Burrow, but slightly less crooked?”

“Yes.”

“And a big garden for Quidditch practice.”

She nodded. “And perhaps we should think ahead, so we do not have to haphazardly add rooms on top.”

“Good point,” he said lightly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “We will give my mum and dad a month or two to adjust that all her children are out of Hogwarts before I go anywhere.”

“They can start counting down until Victoire comes, 11 years to go.”

She chuckled lightly. “What is the Hogwarts castle without a Weasley in it?”

“It is not great,” Harry mused. “I think anything you would like to call ‘home’ should have a Weasley in it.” He caressed her cheek.

“Don’t say that too loudly or you’ll be stuck with Mr Lanky Blue Eyes over there.” She nodded in the direction of Ron. She put her leg over his. “Instead of me.”

His hand dropped to her waist and squeezed it closer. “I am sure Hermione has Ron’s life planned out for the next fifteen years, he simply doesn’t know it yet.” He threw her another lopsided grin.

She smiled at him. “I’m sure he knows. He simply lets her.”

“Right,” he said. “Am I putting up too much of a fight for your future plans?”

She chuckled. “Definitely.”

“Your future plans are... Holyhead Harpies?”

“Yes.” She still could not believe she was already signed with them. “And you are there.”

He blinked at her. “Nothing else?”

“I think the rest will be things we should decide together, so all those plans are vague.”

He breathed in deeply. “I do like the sound of that.” A silence fell. “Do you think we should get married before we move in together? Do people expect that?”

She sat up and leaned on her hand. “Is this your way to ask me to marry you? Because that would be incredibly lame.” Her face hovered over his. “Hm, Potter?”

His hand cupped her cheek. “All in due time, Weasley. It’s nice to know you want it that bad you only consider it ‘lame’. You’re not even peeved. That means I won’t have to worry too much about your reply when I do ask.”

She kissed him. “Would you ever doubt my reply?”

His brows knitted together, his thumb traced her bottom lip. Then he shook his head. “Maybe I do not.”

#hinny #harry x ginny #fluff #fic #hp fic

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rewritingcanon · 20 days ago

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what are some popular hp nextgen headcanons you dislike

idk if this fandom is big enough but i’ll take my stab at some stuff, although i do think i’m more open to fanon when it comes to nextgen so this is more stuff that i disagree with rather than dislike (so pleaseeee no one take offence)

any fic that portrays victoire as a bitch. i dont know nothing about her but ik she wouldnt act like that

scorpius and albus being in any other house besides slytherin. its just odd to me

albus with glasses

similarly, lily without glasses

redhead james sirius. just seems wrong idk.

when james sirius acts like SATAN to albus without any redemption arc. he’s got two loving parents btw 😭 i can believe him being hella mean but ive read fics where this loved child has committed crimes against albus for the sake of…. irdk actually

a BIG one i have is any other wotter besides albus being sorted into slytherin. most of them gotta be in gryffindor for me to believe it, maybe sprinkle a token ravenclaw or hufflepuff in but albus is THE slytherin. no one can take that away from him 😡😡 grr

i’ve mentioned it before but portrayals of scorpius and albus having large or even medium-sized friendgroups. i can see them having casual friends (like work friends) but not close friends outside of each other mainly. its not that i dont like when they do i just dont believe it lol.

any portrayal of james sirius potter as bitchless. again, dont know much about him but i do know he’d be getting huzz

one i actually do actively dislike because its rampant in fics but i dislike when harry is portrayed as an the Devil and draco in turn is the best father albus never had. bro wasn’t even that nice to scorpius, what makes people think albus is gonna jump at the opportunity to replace harry with him 😭 ? i get the vision but it seems disingenuous to the characters

any fic where scorpius is mean to rose. or women in general but especially rose. its irrespective if the woman in question actually deserves it, i dont think scorpius would ever raise his voice at a girl lol

ok the “albus is bisexual” headcanon is NOT something i disagree with but i do disagree with a popular reason why people headcanon it and thats that he had a crush on delphi so he must be bi. like bro was fourteen and GROOMED chat.

this one less so because i go back and forth with it, but albus as a potioneer. irdk, im on the fence but theres a very strong breeze yk

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ravenclaws-stuff · 10 days ago

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Get better, Mr George

Summary: George Weasley is feeling a bit ill. You take care of him to help him feel better, as any wife would.

Tags: George is sick, reader is a teacher, the kids absolutely adore George, Teddy and Victoire are mentioned, mention of pregnancy

A/n: It's my boy's birthday and I just wish I could celebrate it with him🩵🩵 So if anyone needs me today, I'll be daydreaming about making today perfect for him.

"George?" I called as I walked into our house. Verity owled me just after lunch to tell me George had to leave early. Apparently, my husband caught a stomach bug. I place my bag down on the couch, and walk into the empty flat. George and I live in the flat above the store still. George isn't ready to part with it. All of Fred's belongings are still in his room. Once a week, I make my way into the room,giving it a good clean. I finally reach our room and open the door. I find George sprawled out in the middle of our bed. I laugh softly.

After changing quietly, I make my way to our kitchen. Gathering all of the ingredients, I make my mum's special soup. She always made it for me, when I got the stomach bug. Humming to a tune the kids made up today, I busy myself with cooking. Teddy and Victoire tried to convince me about bringing them home with me. Those two are going to be trouble, when they go to Hogwarts.

I finish dinner up and put some in a bowl for George. I walk up the stairs to find George still sleeping. I place the bowl down on the side table and crawl on the bed. "Darling. Wake up." I run my hand through his hair. "George. I need you to wake up please." He hums as he rolls over. Wrapping himself around my hips, he places a kiss on my side. I giggle as it tickles. George looks up, smiling as much as he can. He looks pale and his blue eyes seem to have lost some of its color.

I smile at him. "I made you some of mum's soup." He nuzzles into me causing me to sigh. "George, you have to eat something. Come on. Sit up" I say as I try pulling him up. After a few minutes of arguing with a mute George Weasley, he finally sits up against the head board. "Hi my star. How was your day?" His voice hoarse from not talking all day. I tell him about our nephew and niece begging to come home and how the Brown twins brought in their pet lizard. George chuckled. He loves listening to the stories about the daycare. He especially loves when he can come visit and spoil all the children. They love when he comes to visit.

"Do you wanna go take a bath?" I ask as George lays his head on top of mine. Our legs were tangled together, as he told me about a new idea he had today. He groaned. "I really don't want to get up." He whined. I looked up at him and smirked. "What if I said I would join you?" He grin and practically floated to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes. I throw my head back laughing. I get up from the bed and join him.

"Little star?" George whispered. I rolled over and looked up at him. "Hmm?" I hummed. "Thank you." I sat up slightly and tilted my head. "For what, Georgie?" He shook his head and laughed. "For taking care of me darling. You worked all day and then came home to take care of me." George said lovingly as his fingers traced the side of my face. I kiss his fingers teasingly. "Would you have prefer if I floo your mother to come take care of you?" I joked. He responded with an attack of tickles.

After a few minutes of me screaming, he finally stopped. "Seriously, I love you. I appreciate you so much." I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you too. I would do anything for you. You know that right?" George nodded. We laid back down and held each other.

"I knew mum's soup would work." I sassed before I fell asleep. George chuckled as he kissed my head. "Little star, I love you. So much."

"Mrs. Weasley?" Timothy called. I look up and him and smile. "Yes, dear?" He asks how George is feeling. The kids were upset to know George is missing his weekly visit.

"Well Mr. George is still a bit sick. His stomach was still hurting, so I made him stay in bed today." The kids groan. Tricky Thursday was their favorite day. George always came to visit on Thursday during his lunch break.

"I have an idea. Why don't you all make him some get well cards? I know he would love to see them." They cheered and went straight to our art corner. Grabbing everything from markers to glitter, the kids each made George a card. I smiled at them. They were all so precious to me.

"Auntie?" Teddy whisper yelled from the door. I wave him in. "What's going on kiddo? Is your grandmother doing alright?" He nodded. "Gran is fine. Misses you. You need to come visit." I roll my eyes. Teddy Lupin is the spitting image of his mother, attitude and all. He asks how George was doing. Allison interrupted and told him everything I said. I promised Teddy once George was feeling better that him and Victoire can spend the night.

Cleaning up the room, I gather up all the cards. The kids spent all afternoon making them. George was going to love them. I try to clear up as much glitter as possible. Merlin knows why I keep it in this classroom.

Some one cleared their throat behind me, I grabbed my wand and pointed at them. George holds his hands up in surrender. "Just me love." I hold my chest and take a deep breath. "Why are you here? You are supposed to be at home relaxing." I snap. George walks towards me. "I'm fine. I promise. Now quit acting like my mother and hug me. I missed my wife today."

As I continued cleaning, George sat in my chair. He saw the cards and started going through them. His eyes started tearing up slightly. "Star? What are these?" He ask holding them up. I walk behind them and wrap my arms around him. "Those are for you." I kiss the top of his head. "The kids missed you today a lot. They spent all afternoon on those. Fair warning, there is a lot of glitter on some." I chuckle. I feel George squeeze my arm. He is quiet for a few minutes.

"Darling?" He whispers. I him. He takes a deep breath and sits there quietly. I give a few minutes. "I want one." I furrow my brow. "George, the cards are yours. You get to keep them." He chuckles. He gets off of the chair and hugs me. "I want a baby."

My mind freezes. A baby. I thought about having a baby all the time. With George Weasley. The love of my life. I start to cry. "Darling, it's ok. We don't have to if you're not ready." I shake my head and pull him into a kiss. It's wet and messy, but I feel him grin.

"George Weasley, I would love to have your baby "

#harry potter #george weasley #george weasley x reader

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