#i didn't even go into the ginny tag to check where this came from but i can already imagine the shit takes

[takeariskao3]

Ginny hating Fleur is making the rounds again as a reason why she's the worst. I love your takes, what do you say to all the haters saying Ginny is a Pick Me?

uugh if i have to hear the phrase pick me one more time in 2024 i am going to jump off a very tall something.

the whole point of a girls girl vs pick me is the validation of a man. and sure, ginny hated fleur. i'm not going to deny that. but she didn't hate her future sister-in-law because she was beautiful or because she was friendly with harry. ginny hated fleur because fleur was fucking rude. and she hated fleur lonnggg before harry showed up at the burrow.

ginny is broke. like dirt poor. her family is *not* wealthy. but they're good people. and so for a rich, french, snobbish woman to come in and tell ginny and her family all the ways that they're less than or beneath her, is super fucking insulting to a person like ginny.

i mean, of course she had chip on her shoulder. she had to play hostess to someone who slighted her and her family's entire way of life. that's not a "pick me". that's a girl with pride in her family and in her upbringing.

AND as soon as fleur made it known that vanity and beauty and aesthetic had no affect on her relationship with bill, fleur was immediately brought into the fold. like give me fucking break. people just look for reasons to hate ginny. it's chronic.

[pookha]

I can be your friend: Chapter One

Luna finds Pansy visiting the thestrals and discovers that Pansy has no friends at Hogwarts anymore. She vows she can be Pansy's friend and that they'll be friends forever. Luna watches as Pansy finds her strength again.

Notes: I'm not 100% on how long this will be. It will not be novel length for sure, and I anticipate 4 or 5 chapters, but it may stretch to 6. I'm pantsing it a bit more than normal to let it grow organically. This is a genfic, not a ship. There may be background ships like Harry/Ginny, but they will not be important to the arc, so I didn't tag them.

Luna expertly glided across the snow on her skis, keeping her strides crisp and even. She occasionally tried the newer style of ‘skate skiing’ but kept almost pitching over when she did and went back to classic straight line pushing and using her poles. As she approached the clearing where the thestrals should be gathered, she paused. She didn’t hear them clomping around as they normally would when she brought them food. She searched the sky, but had to turn her eyes back down and darken her goggles from the glare on the snow. She scanned the sparse woods on the edge of the Forbidden Forest for threats that might have kept the thestrals away, but didn’t spot any. From experience though, she knew that didn’t mean there weren’t any threats. She silenced her skis and poles, then camouflaged her parka to match the snow before proceeding. When she got to the edge of the clearing, she saw a familiar figure. Pansy Parkinson sat on the snow cross-legged with a thestral foal in her lap; its mother stood nearby, her ears flickering nervously.

Luna watched quietly for a few minutes as Pansy ran her hands over the foal's legs and belly. When she tipped the foal over onto its side, the mare took a step toward her, but Pansy talked to it soothingly.

“It’s all right, I’m just checking him for parasites. There shouldn’t be any with the weather, but you never know. She held up her hand and the mare took another step forward and sniffed. Pansy touched the mare’s muzzle, her hand gently stroking the sensitive skin over the nostrils. The mare chuffed and rubbed her head against Pansy’s hand.

Luna slid into the clearing on her skis. The thestrals that had been hanging back around the edge of the clearing bounded forward, nickering. They couldn’t see or hear her, but they could smell her…and the meat in her pack.

Pansy looked up and her wand sprang to her hand. She slid the foal off her lap and stood. “Who’s there?”

Luna released her camouflage charm and lowered the hood on her parka. She stabbed her poles into the snow and stepped out of her bindings.

“Oh, it’s just you, Lovegood.” Pansy sighed and lowered her wand.

“I usually bring them extra food in the winter.” Luna stripped off her gloves and pinned them to her sleeves. She opened her pack and took out several gobbets of raw meat. The meat steamed in the crisp, cold air and the thestrals stepped toward her eagerly. She touched each of them and greeted them by name.

“Thanatos. Persephone. Kali. Anubis…” They all had names related to death and they each stepped forward in turn to take a chunk of the meat delicately from her hands. Luna never flinched, even when their jaws came close to her hands. When she was done and the thestrals were tearing at their meat, she turned back to Pansy. The foal stood next to Pansy. He’d taken a piece of tender liver from his mother and was shredding it then gobbling it down.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” Luna sat next to Pansy. The foal sniffed at her and her empty pack before turning back to his food.

“I come here sometimes to relax. They make me feel better.” Pansy sighed and started to stand. “I’ll go.”

“Why?” Luna asked, tilting her head and putting her hand on Pansy’s elbow.

“Why what?”

“Why go?”

“I’m intruding. I can see they know you. You must come here all the time.” Pansy tried to finish standing, but Luna tugged her back down.

“You’re not intruding. I can see they like you, too. Kali is very protective of Hades.” Luna pointed at the mare and her foal in turn. “If she accepts you, then you’re okay.”

Pansy sat back down and the silence stretched. Luna saw Pansy squinting against the glare and duplicated her smoked-glass goggles. When she handed the copy to Pansy, Pansy took them and turned them over and over in her hands before she put them on.

“I’ve been coming here since my second year. Before I had friends, I had the thestrals. I could always see them, you know.” Luna scratched the foal's withers and he stretched up like a cat so she could scratch him better.

“Could you? I’m both jealous and sorry. I couldn’t see them until this year. I wish I could have always seen them without having to see someone die.” She paused and then said softly, “they’re beautiful.”

Luna smiled. “They are. Most people that can see them don’t call them beautiful, but they really are. They’re also just as intelligent as hippogriffs and equally as proud.”

“I would love to fly on one,” Pansy said and laid back in the snow.

“Thanatos will let you ride him, and I can ride Persephone.” Luna pointed at a large stallion on the edge of the group. When she said his name, he approached her eagerly. She held up her hand and let him sniff them.

Pansy sat back up.

“He will?” She held out her hand like Luna had and Thanatos pushed against it and let her scratch his ears.

Luna made a clucking noise and Thanatos knelt. “You have to put your feet just there behind the wing joint and you’ll have to hold on tightly to his mane. Do you want me to give your gloves a gripping Charm?”

Pansy nodded and mounted. Luna pulled her wand and charmed Pansy’s gloves. They seemed to grip Thanatos’s mane of their own volition. When she was mounted, Thanatos stood. Luna called Persephone over and leapt lightly onto her back with practised ease. She gripped Persesphone’s mane with her bare hands. When she whistled, they both flapped their wings and took off.

“When we really get going, we won’t be able to talk!” Luna shouted over the already shrieking wind. “I’ll guide them with whistles and I can teach you how later.”

Pansy gulped just once, then nodded.

Luna whistled sharply and the thestrals flew off toward the castle, the sun at their back. Hogwarts sparkled with snow and ice. A few students on the ground exclaimed as Pansy and Luna flew over them. Some of them could obviously see the thestrals and others couldn’t. Luna turned at a noise from Pansy that carried even over the wind. At first she thought Pansy was screaming, but it was just a joyful, “Whoop!”

The thestrals circled the castle twice, gaining speed each time, faster even than a hippogriff. On the second circuit a figure in Gryffindor Quidditch robes joined them on a broom. Even with his goggles on and hood up Luna could tell from the way he gripped the broom that it was Harry and she nodded at him. He nodded back and sped forward. The thestrals immediately caught up to him and when Luna whistled an ascending scale, they sped off, leaving Harry behind. She watched Pansy and saw Pansy’s shoulders hunch, even under her parka. Luna whistled a descending scale and the thestrals slowed. Pansy’s shoulders relaxed. Soon they were back at the clearing and the thestrals landed gently. Luna jumped off hers and helped Pansy down before she tumbled off. She had to prise Pansy’s fingers from Thanatos’s mane and Luna couldn’t tell if she’d overdone the gripping Charm or if Pansy’s fingers were just cramped.

“I—that was…terrifying and amazing and I loved it.” Pansy’s voice was awed. She lifted her clawed hands to her goggles and pushed them up. Her eyes were wide, dilated too much for the bright snow and she winced.

“Yeah. Did you know we flew all the way to London on them once?” Luna said and Pansy stared at her in disbelief.

“Really?”

Luna looked up at Harry passing over them on his broom. He circled and waved. The thestrals eyes him warily, Thanatos’s leg muscles bunched as he prepared to fly at Harry to protect his herd.

“It’s okay, Thanatos.” Luna patted him and he jerked his head toward her, mouth open and teeth bared. He snapped them shut, cast one last baleful glance at Harry, then nudged Persephone with his huge head. A moment later all the thestrals had slipped into the woods and disappeared. Harry waved one last time and flew off toward the Quidditch Pitch.

“Harry’s mad to be out practising now in this weather.” Pansy laughed.

“What are we then, to be out flying in this weather?” Luna smiled.

“Mad also.” Pansy turned to Luna. “How did you deal with it for so long? Being called Loony and not having any friends?”

Luna looked down at her hands, clenched and unclenched them. “I just… got on with it. Ginny was always nice to me, but really until Harry, you’re right; I didn’t have any real friends. I just kept being myself. I knew that someday, someone would be my friend, see me for who I was.” She sighed in a long exhalation.

“I thought I had friends, but I guess I didn’t.” Pansy’s voice choked and Luna looked up at her. Tears streamed down her red, wind-burned cheek. She wiped at them absently and sniffled. “No one in Slytherin will talk to me and the students from the other houses actively shun me. I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

“I can be your friend,” Luna said and reached over to wipe a tear from Pansy’s cheek. Pansy didn’t flinch away. She grabbed Luna’s hand as she looked her in the eyes.

“Just like that? You could be my friend, just like that?” Pansy gripped Luna’s hand tightly and crushed it.

“Sure, if you really mean it. We can start by feeding the thestrals together. I bring them beef liver and kidneys from the kitchens every other day. I just knock on that door by the Hufflepuff common room next to the picture with the pear you tickle to get into it. The house Elves have the meat ready for me at half three and I take it down before it gets dark.” She looked around at the sun starting to set, huge and red over the treeline.

“On that note, we should go back. How did you get here?” Luna looked around curiously, seeing no footprints outside the clearing.

Pansy wiped her eyes and nose on her coat sleeve, then pulled her wand and a miniature broomstick from a pocket. She touched her wand to the stick and it grew back to a full-sized broom, which she mounted.

“Want a ride?” she asked. Luna nodded, clipped her poles and skis to her parka in an X and climbed behind Pansy. When she wrapped her arms around Pansy’s waist, Pansy flinched, then relaxed. They flew back to the castle at a sedate pace, but it was still much faster than walking.

Two days later, Pansy met Luna outside the kitchen where a grizzled old House Elf handed Luna a package. They could both smell the blood.

“Are we flying or hiking?” Pansy asked.

“Neither today, I think. The snow’s blowing too much, so I asked Professor Hagrid to deliver the meat for us. He’s going to meet us in front of the doors to the Great Hall.”

“What are we going to do?” Pansy asked as they walked to the Great Hall.

“I thought we could practise Charms or Defence, or we could just talk if you’d like?” Luna made sure it was a question.

“Do you think the House Elves would let us into the kitchen?” Pansy looked over her shoulder at the door.

“Was there something you’d like to do there?”

“I like baking, but I can’t do it here. Professor Slughorn didn’t approve my request for an oven for the Slytherin common room and I’ve never dared ask the elfs.”

“I think they would let us in if we asked them nicely. If not, Harry’s on really good terms with them and he could ask for us.” Luna smiled at Harry’s name.

“Aw, do you have a crush on him?” Pansy fake-giggled and Luna brayed a genuine, heartfelt laugh.

“I did at one point, but now I love him as a friend. Maybe if he weren’t dating Ginny, I might ask him out, but he’s just a friend and I think that’s all he’ll ever be.”

“Is—is he a good person?” Pansy whispered.

Luna stopped and stared at Pansy. Pansy shivered under her gaze.

“He’s a good person. He’s one of the most selfless people you’ll ever meet. He risked everything to get rid of Voldemort and he even died doing it.” Luna’s tone was level and matter-of-fact.

“He died?” Pansy quirked an eyebrow at Luna.

“He came back from Death to see things through.” Luna started walking away, but Pansy grabbed her arm and stopped her.

“Do you really believe that?”

“I saw it. I was there. He was dead in Hagrid’s arms, then he was up and we were all fighting again. Neville killed the snake and everything was chaos until Harry killed Voldemort.”

“I wasn’t there. My parents were running away, deserting, and they were killed by Nott and Rowle. I was able to hide before the Aurors got there and killed Nott and stunned Rowle.” Pansy’s voice thickened and tears began to flow. She stepped into the Divination classroom that Firenze used and closed the door. She slumped on the floor and began to cry in huge gulping sobs. Luna knelt next to her and embraced her, letting Pansy’s tears fall on her robes and soak them.

“I hated them, but I didn’t want them to die.” Pansy’s whispered hoarsely.

“You’ll see them again, if you want to.” Luna whispered back as she rubbed Pansy’s back like a child’s.

“I—I don’t know if I want to or not. They were bad people, evil people and they tried to make me like them. They almost succeeded.” She hugged Luna tighter and sobbed.

A knock came at the door.

“Luna?” It was Harry’s voice.

“I’m here,” Luna called back.

“You okay?” Harry asked from behind the door.

“I’m okay. May I ask you a favour?” She squeezed Pansy, then rose and went to the door.

“Sure, what is it?” he asked.

“Could you take a package of meat to Professor Hagrid at the entrance to the Great Hall? It’s for the thestrals.”

“Okay. Anything else you need from me?”

Luna cracked the door open and saw him. His wand was out, but lowered.

“I’m okay, really,” she said and thrust the package in his other hand.

He tried to peek around the door, but Luna stepped into his view and blocked it.

“Do you trust me?” she asked him, pointedly.

“With my life,” Harry answered without thinking.

“I’m okay.” She started to close the door.

“I’m sorry!” Pansy wailed from where she knelt on the floor.

Now Harry shoved the door open and looked past Luna.

“I’m sorry I tried to turn you in,” Pansy whispered. She didn’t meet Harry’s eyes.

“It’s in the past and we can move on from it if you want to. I forgive you.” Harry took two steps in and knelt next to her.

“How can you forgive so easily?” Tears dripped from her chin onto the floor.

“It’s been a hard lesson to learn, but when I injured Draco in Sixth Year, I knew that someone had to start with forgiveness first.” He held out a hand to her and she gripped it tightly. He helped her stand and she fell into Luna’s arms and sobbed into her shoulder.

“I’m going to go give this to Hagrid.” Harry kissed Luna’s cheek, patted Pansy awkwardly on the shoulder and left, making sure the door was closed firmly behind him.

“He was ready to throw down for you, wasn’t he?” Pansy clutched Luna harder.

“If that means he thought you might be attacking me, I don’t think so, but I do think he was worried about what we were up to together.”

Pansy pushed back from Luna, pulled a handkerchief from her robes, wiped her face and blew her nose. “Did he really mean it about moving on?”

“Harry doesn’t hide his feelings; if he didn’t mean it, he wouldn’t have said it. It’s one of the things I like about him.” Luna waited until Pansy had put away her handkerchief and took her hand.

Pansy took a small compact from her robes and checked her face in the mirror. She frowned and touched her puffy red eyes with her wand and they cleared. She sighed, straightened and suddenly she was cold and aloof again, but now Luna saw the vulnerable person underneath.

“Can we try the kitchens? I’d really like to bake something.” Pansy’s voice was still thick, but Luna thought that only a friend would really notice. She took Pansy’s hand and Pansy gripped it hard, her knuckles whitening. They walked to the kitchens together and when they passed by Parvati Patil, her head swivelled to follow them and her eyes widened. She rushed off just as Luna and Pansy turned into the corridor that led to the kitchens and the Hufflepuff common room.

“She’s going to gossip to Lavender and then it will be all over the school that she saw us walking together holding hands.” Pansy sighed

“Does it bother you knowing that other people are talking about you?” Luna whispered to her.

“I—Yeah. It shouldn’t, but it does. Does it bother you?”

Luna shook her head, then closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

“It used to make me sad, but then I made friends and it stopped bothering me, but sometimes I wonder if Harry, Ginny and the others are just humouring me. I shouldn’t have those doubts because they proved to me time and again that they love me, but doubt creeps in anyway.” She smiled and squeezed Pansy’s hand. “And now I know we’ll be friends forever, too. I don’t know how I know, but I do.”

Pansy stopped, pulling Luna to a halt also. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“I don’t believe it; I know it for a certainty. We’ll be friends for the rest of our lives. I felt it with Ginny and Harry and later with Neville.” She pulled Pansy along again.

Luna tickled the pear on the painting and stepped inside the kitchens. Pansy paused for just a moment then followed her. The door shut behind them and the cacophony of the kitchens drowned out Luna’s voice.

“What?” Pansy half-shouted.

“It’s polite to wait for an Elf to escort you. They’ll notice us in a moment.” Luna’s silvery eyes tracked the mad scrambling of the Elves as they bustled. An older elf who’d been supervising a pair of younger elves looked up when she saw one of his charges looking up. He said something sharply to the elf and she turned back to the pastries she was filling from a piping bag. The supervisor ambled over to Luna, not hurrying.

“Miss Luna,” he said and bowed to her.

“Kirby.” Luna bowed back and the elf smiled as he straightened. Luna kissed him on each of his cheeks.

“What can we do for you? Treacle tart? Fig pudding? Eclair?”

Luna smiled at the kindly old elf. “No, my friend Pansy has a request. She’d like to use the kitchens to bake.”

The elf turned to Pansy and stared up at her. “What does Miss want to bake?”

“I—I,” Pansy stammered and Kirby looked away into the kitchens. Pansy squared her shoulders, took a breath and let it out slowly. Kirby turned back to her.

“I think I’d like to keep it simple at first and just make a pavlova topped with strawberries if you have them or blueberries if you don’t.”

Kirby nodded. “We’re preparing dinner now, so I can’t permit it at the moment, but come back two hours after dinner and you can use the kitchen. It takes a lot of beating to get the egg whites to soft peaks then to the stiff peaks, can you do it?” He looked doubtfully at her thin arms.

Pansy laughed, then pulled her wand from her sleeve.

“Accio whisk. Accio mixing bowl.” The whisk and mixing bowl flew from their racks to her and she caught them and put them down on an unoccupied bench. She lifted her wand and started to say something, but a small elf hurried over with a basket with eggs in it. She laughed again and taking the basket, she bowed to the elf, who bowed back before scurrying off back to his station.

Kirby and Luna both watched her as she cracked an egg and expertly separated the yolk from the white by spilling them over the cracked egg shell. She put the white in the bowl and put the shell with the yolk on the counter. She quickly repeated the process five more times and then started whisking the egg whites. Kirby kept flicking his eyes between her and the elf who was filling pastries, but didn’t say anything to either of them.

Pansy whisked in broad round strokes, checking the peaks every so often.

“See how the peaks flop over almost immediately. That means the first part is done.” She held the whisk up and showed Luna. Her brow glistened with sweat.

Luna nodded. “It looks strenuous.”

“Ha! This was the easy part. Now we add sugar and beat to stiff peaks.” Kirby tapped her elbow and handed her a bowl of sugar. Pansy eyed it. “That looks exactly right. You measured it?”

Kirby nodded.

Pansy waved her wand in a circle and the whisk started moving in circles in the bowl. Luna watched it go round and round, more slowly than she expected it to.

Pansy slowly poured the sugar into the bowl, making sure to put it in the path of the whisk. “Consistency is more important than speed.”

Pansy turned to Kirby.

“Am I failing your test by using magic for this part?” Her voice was crisp and tense.

Kirby laughed, long and tinkly.

“No. You would have failed if you’d done this by hand. There’s no need to tire yourself out. You look like you know what you’re doing. Want to finish? You can stay at this table, but if you get in the way, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Pansy bowed to Kirby.

“Thank you. I will stay—we’ll stay.”

Luna nodded and bowed to Kirby, too.

Pansy showed her the rest of the recipe, and told Luna how she liked to use Arrowroot instead of cornstarch because she thought cornstarch didn’t help build flavour. She showed Luna how to pipe it and they both laughed at Luna’s attempt.

“It looks like a big, white dog turd,” Pansy said and then they were laughing again. Kirby looked up disapprovingly, but nodded at the piped out pastries. He came over from his bench.

“We can’t bake these right now, but I’ll put a stasis charm on them and when you come back later tonight, you can finish them, okay?”

“Okay, thank you again, Kirby.” Pansy held out her hand and shook his. Luna kissed his cheeks goodbye. As they were leaving they saw him raise his hand to charm the pastries then lower them.

“I already put a stasis charm on them,” Pansy whispered.

Kirby winked to her as the door closed behind them.

“I really do need to practise Defence before dinner. Want to help?” Luna took Pansy’s hand again.

Pansy smiled.

“I’d love to.”

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

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"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

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"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

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I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n�� well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

Tags:

Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

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"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

Tags:

Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadows @missmulti @accioweaslcy @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley16 @dianarte @skarlettmikaelson

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part II/VII)

"candy floss"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: grief, feels, brief mention of Fred x Reader ig?

A/N: I decided to name the parts bc why the fuck not so keep an eye on the titles 👀. This story is based off this convo and these headcanons. If you wanna be tagged in the next parts tell me, and enjoy <3

Prologue :the aftermath

Part I : sleepless nights

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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The moment the last group of customers decided it was time to call it a day and exited the shop, I left the till counter and grabbed my wand from my pocket, instantly turning the sign in the door so it could be read from outside 'closed'.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the multicolored wooden rail.

I was drained.

The shop helped our minds to get distracted and stray from the grief, yes, but it was also exhausting.

We had been subconsciously overworking ourselves to the point where it was borderline self-destructive.

It didn't help that I was throwing myself into comforting George, either. I could not be blamed for doing that, though; he was broken.

A part of me, the rational one, knew he would pick up the pieces and build himself up again, it would just take a lot of time.

There was another part of me, though, that depressed, drained part, that was beginning to think he would never heal by himself —maybe he wouldn't heal at all— but still held onto the hope that, if I tried hard enough, I would be able to mend what had been broken in him.

A terrible idea, really, because I started to dismiss in its entirety my own miserable, damaged state.

And George, ever the caring, sensible one, would have noticed that; he would have made me realize I was not doing nearly as well as I thought, he would have talked some sense into me, but he wouldn't— he couldn't, because George was lost in an ocean of grief, trying so hard not to drown that he wasn't able to notice I was trying to aid him from my very own sinking boat.

It also seemed to be working; he was more animated, slept more soundly, and his smile was a bit brighter even —at least the one he had for me.

"Rough day?" My eyes, which I didn't know I had closed, fluttered open at George's voice.

"Very."

He walked to me with a tinge of guilt in his face. "You know we can switch places, right?" I had been working as the public face of the shop since we had reopened, and George had taken on the task of doing the paperwork and shippings instead, showing up from time to time to help me and to let people know there was still a Weasley running the business.

I had been the one to suggest this, since I knew George had compromised with reopening only because of me, and he was clearly not ready to put up a sociable, positive attitude for dozens of people every day.

"Nah, it's fine like this." I assured him with a reassuring smile.

He measured me with his eyes for a second; I couldn't really tell if he saw through me or not. "So I was preparing the today's shippings," he rocked a tiny purple basket I quickly recognised in front of me. "I found this in the back of the stockroom."

"Are those—?"

"Candy floss cupcakes, yes." A year and a half ago we had bought five baskets of candy floss cupcakes from Honeydukes per George's request in order to unsuccessfully try and implement them.

"Are they even edible anymore?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope so?" He chuckled too, tearing the film covering the sweets. "Thought we might as well finish them."

My eyes travelled from the basket to him and viceversa before stating, "well I'm hungry so..."

"Same here." He was the first one to pull out a pastel colored cupcake, though he handed it to me. "Wanna get food poisoning together?" Laughing, I gave him a nod as he grabbed his own cupcake. "At the count of three?"

"One"

"Two"

"Three." We said in unison right before taking a bite of our respective madeleines.

I frowned at its surprisingly good flavour. "Am I delirious or are they actually edible?"

"Dunno," he shoved the rest of his cupcake into his mouth with a shrug. "maybe we're just starving."

"Go big or go home, I guess." I finished my cupcake before leaning on the basket to pick another one. My head snapped up with my brow quirked when I heard a soft chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing." George shook his head, motioning at the stairs. "Shall we sit down?" I followed his lead, sitting on the stairs and waiting for him, who had stepped towards the drinks aisle to grab a couple of juice bottles, to do the same.

We stayed there, eating and drinking in a comfortable silence until the basket was empty and our eyelids threatened to shut.

"I think we should head back to the flat." He spoke, leaving the half empty juice aside so he could stretch.

"I'm gonna learn how to cook." I stated, getting up. "We can't get by based on most likely expired sweets and whatever is in the Leaky Cauldron menu."

"Aight." He mimicked my actions, picking up the stuff we left on the stairs. "We will learn the basics tomorrow." He got behind me and began to gently push in the flat's direction. "But now we're gonna get some sleep, miss."

I would be lying if I said my heartbeat didn't pick up when his hands landed on my shoulder blades and made their way to rub both my arms reassuringly.

I would be lying if I denied I leaned back when he did that, letting myself get closer to his chest.

And I would definitely be lying if I said I didn't crave going back to my room so I could cuddle him all night.

One Week Later

"—right in the cauldron, love." I pointed at the cauldron besides me, giving a sweet smile to the kid in front of me, visibly going to be sick thanks to the free sample of Skiving Snackboxes.

"Y/n!" I spun around at the loud calling of my name above the shop's racket. I was able to discern a long, red mane flowing fast towards my position right on time for the owner to wrap her arms around me.

"Glad to see you too, Ginny." I laughed, trying not to lose balance due to her enthusiasm. "How come you're here?" I questioned, pulling away.

"We heard you were open." Harry walked up to me, appearing from behind the girl, "And thought we'd pay a visit to our friends, right?" Ginny nodded, looking around while Harry gave me a quick, yet comforting hug. "Where's George?"

I motioned up to the small office, redirecting the couple's eyes to the second floor. "Doing paperwork—AH!" I jolted when a pair of hands tickled my sides, my head snapping to see the towering ginger standing behind me. "Speaking of the devil."

"I thought I saw Gin through the window," George explained, his hands lingering on my waist for long enough to his sister to stare, before pulling Ginny into a tight hug. "And came down to check if she was distracting my employee."

"You got her all bored here, mate." Harry pointed out, a light joking tone in his voice.

"And you're the one supposed to help with that?" George rolled his eyes dramatically. "Pfft... What a world we live in." With the said, he gave the boy a side hug. I heard Harry murmur an 'We missed you' before they pulled away with a pat on the shoulder.

My gaze landed on the youngest Weasley, whose welled up eyes were trained on her older brother's half smile. I only averted my eyes and waited for her to discreetly wipe away the unspilled tears while Harry and George catched up.

By the letters she had sent me, I reckoned the last time she had been near George, he had been lifeless; seeing a glimpse of who was once one of the most cheerful, funny and charismatic people in her life, was probably poignant to Ginny.

I hadn't realized she had moved closer until I didn't hear her soft voice. "Thank you." I offered her a confused smile, though deep down I knew what she meant.

Two Days Later

George was having one of those days.

We both knew it was coming soon; it had to happen sooner rather than later, since he had been in a surprisingly good mood for almost a week. I suspected seeing Harry and Ginny had brought back the events of the Second of May.

I suggested to close the shop for the day, since he was unable to move out of bed; he refused to do so, but I convinced him to stay in the flat and rest —it was Tuesday, anyway; I wouldn't have to handle many customers.

Due to that, when I saw Hermione, Ron, Bill and Fleur entered the shop, it was understandable that I hadn't become the happiest person in the world.

I greeted them, there were hugs, kisses, and even a joke or two, and when Bill asked about George, I excused him without giving much detail.

They understood.

Fleur was the one to restart the conversation, lightening a bit before requesting a tour for the shop, since she had not yet been there.

It was when we reached the love potions that Hermione, using the fact that Fleur was very much interested in the product, held my hand and pulled me aside.

"So... how are you doing?" The frown in her face, the fact that she was whispering, the squeeze her hand gave mine, let me know she had read me the moment her eyes met mines.

I sighed with a shrug.

"You can tell me." Could I? "No one's asking you to put on a happy face, Y/n." The girl assured me, her eyes digging into mines. "It's not just George, we all lost—" she shook her head at her own words before correcting herself. "you lost him too."

I lost him too.

I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering.

The memory of Fred's broken smile as his corpse laid on the stretcher, that memory that haunted my dreams, appeared vividly before my eyes.

My lips started to burn with the ghost of that kiss he gave me before we split up, him with Percy and me with George; it hadn't been meant to be a goodbye kiss. It was meant to be a good luck kiss.

I covered my mouth to muffle a sob, and Hermione's arms were quick to be wrapped around me, reassuringly rubbing my back.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I saw them entering from Y/n's balcony; I wasn't emotionally ready to face them all at the same time, but when I didn't see them exit, I figured Y/n hadn't been able to dismiss them.

I decided I owed to them all to bite the bullet, so I threw on a shirt and the first trousers I grabbed, cleaned up a bit and left the flat.

With a deep breath, I made it to the second floor and mentally prepared myself to go down to the first one.

As I began to climb down, though, I noticed Hermione and Y/n talking in private, closer than the others to the stairs.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but all my senses were automatically focused on Y/n whenever we were in the same room; she just stole me away from reality.

"You lost him too."

Hermione's words visibly triggered something on Y/n.

'Something', as if I didn't know what they had triggered, as if I didn't know what— who was on her mind.

I guess he was always on her mind, though.

What was left of my heart shattered in a million pieces when she broke down to tears —for several reasons—. "I miss him." She whispered in Hermione's shoulder. "I miss him so much."

If I had any tears left, I would have cried my eyes out right there. Had I been so selfish that I had disregarded how she was feeling? So blinded by the light and love and warmth she was constantly giving me that I had forgotten about her grief? Was I that bad of a person, that I would have rather live in the illusion that she had not lost the boy she was dating?

My mind told me I didn't want any of those questions answered.

"George!" As Ron yelled my name in surprise, Hermione and Y/n pulled away, the latter rubbing her eyes while both of my brothers jogged upstairs to hug me. "Ginny told us you're open—"

"But Y/n said you weren't feeling well." Bill finished, squeezing my shoulder. "We only stayed a little longer for Fleur to see the shop."

"Yeah, we'll come back tomorrow," Ron assured me. "So you can rest and..."

My brother's voice sounded further and further with each word; I felt myself drifting off, getting lost in my own mind and gravitating towards the same thought over and over.

She deserves better.