#lee jordan fanfiction

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

DENSE

Summary: Yule Ball is right around the corner and you still haven't found a date. Or at least decided on asking someone as a date. But your heart is set on a certain redhead who just isn't taking a hint and is as dense as a rock.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Song: Must be Love by Laufey

Warning: fluff, anxiety rant (reader stressed with school)

Word count: 4.8k+

A/n: honestly I started this around February this year and forgot about it... yeah that bad. I wanted to get it out of my system since it's been there for a while. This was actually meant to be part of my serendipity book but i still havent written the other chapters but I really like this chapter. Either way I hope you lovelies will enjoy it, Happy holidays<3333

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Everyone was ecstatic from the announcement of the Yule ball. It was the first ever dance they were to have at the school and everyone was already starting off their plans on what to wear and who to go with. With the Triwizard tournament at hand, you were glad there was something to take your mind off the stress.

Training and helping Harry through all of the practices were starting to wear you out.

At the moment, all of you were in the Great hall simply studying. You were nearly done with your assessment when from the corner of your eye, you spot Fred throwing a piece of paper towards his younger brother.

Ron raised his head up in annoyance, wondering why his brother would want to disturb him. He opened the ball of crumpled paper and read the words "you better get a move on or else there won't be any girl to ask to be your date." Or something like that, he only skimmed through it.

Ron gave Fred an annoyed stare, "Who are you going to the Yule ball with then?"

Fred crossed his arms and sent Ron a smirk, "Well, I still have to ask them. I’m thinking on doing it really soon,"

Your ears prick up at his words. He's planning on asking someone else to the ball? Of course he'd be going with someone but you had always hoped it would be you.

Your heart sank at the mere thought he was going to ask someone else to the Yule ball.

Ron looked surprised, he thought that Fred had already asked you but he was wrong. He looked towards you, seeing you leaned over your assessment, looking like you didn't care to pay mind to what he and Fred were talking about. But in truth, you did care, you cared a whole lot.

"How about you Y/n? Who are you going with? Lots of guys have been asking you lately, it shouldn't be too hard to choose one." Ron asked, not knowing that this was sparking a little jealousy in Fred.

You looked up from your paper and looked at Ron. You saw the worried glances Harry and Hermione were sending your way.

"I won't tell you cause it's a surprise." You whispered back with a wink before looking back down on your activity.

Fred tensed up at your words, it sounds like you already accepted to be someone’s date. He didn't want to pry on who it was in case he might get his heart even more broken, but of course, curiosity got the best of him.

"Really? Why am I only hearing of this now?" Fred asked.

"Well technically they haven't asked me yet so I'm going to ask them instead." You replied courtly.

Fred seemed perplexed. They haven't asked her to the ball yet? What an idiot. Oh god wait, is she planning on asking that Beauxbatons girl? No she wouldn't, she would have told me.

"...so who's the lucky girl- or guy?" Fred stumbled on his words as he leaned in. He really wanted to know who it was, even if it was at the expense of his own feelings.

You look at him with a grin, trying to mask the slight nervous breakdown you were having within. It was ironic that he was asking about this especially since it was him you were talking about.

"I'm not telling you who it is, Freddie. Like I said, it's a surprise." You state as you finish up your assessment.

"Oh come on, you don't need to tell me their name. Maybe give me some clues? Like which school they're going to-"

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing how stubborn he was going to be about this. "Well that would just narrow down your possible choices."

He started shaking your arm like a child asking their parents for a sweet in a sweet shop. "Come on, just tell me."

You shook your head and laughed at his dramatics. "Fred, you should finish up your activity."

"Hey, don't change the subject." Fred pointed out.

"You're not gonna do it till I tell you, huh?" You said with an unimpressed stare.

"Nope. Now can you at least tell me one thing?" He urged on.

You let out a sigh as you went deep in thought. Do you really want to help him in finding out who it is or leave him to his madness. You decided on the first choice. It wasn't like he was gonna figure out it's him.

"They're studying here at hogwarts."

"...Yeah, that totally narrows down the choices." Fred sighed. "Which house are they in?"

You chuckled, "like I'd tell you that. That would make it too obvious."

Hermione laughed from the other side. "Y/n, even if you say what house they're in, I don't think they'll be able to figure out who it is."

You thought about it for a second and realized she had a point. "Huh, you're right." You agreed with a chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mea- you know what, I don't wanna know. What I do wanna know is, who this person is." Fred was adamant at finding out who the mystery person was, and it was starting to make you nervous that he might actually figure it out.

He sat up once he found an alternative solution to his predicament. "Oh, I know, I'll name a bunch of people, and you tell me if they're the person. Okay?"

"What if I lied and said no even if they were the person I was going to ask to the ball?" You smirked, which was only returned with an unimpressed glare.

Fred was about to say something but decided against it. "I'll just do it anyways… is it Diggery."

You shook your head a no.

"Draco?"

You cringed at the thought, no offense to Draco. Besides you knew he had his eyes in a certain Gryffindor. "Godric no, he's already planning on going with someone else."

Both Harry"s and Fred's eyes seemed to widened at the statement, Harry seemed even more surprised.

They both yelled out in unison, "He is?!”

Snape went in to scold the two for their outburst. Removing 5 house points from each of them. Causing the surrounding students to send their glares towards the two.

“Yes he is! Now hush the both of you!” You scolded as you continued with your work.

“Right, I shouldn't get distracted… How about that Freya girl?" He spoke her name in doubt, scared that he might be right.

You chuckled at the mention of her name, "No, she's going with her girlfriend."

Fred's heart settled at the realization, abit shocked by the new information but he was delighted to have that thought settled in his mind. That means you weren't going to act on your childhood crush. But then the thought entered his mind that it meant you were planning on going with someone else, someone he wasn't aware of.

"How about… Neville?"

"Already going with someone."

"Dean?"

"He plans on asking someone else."

"Zabini?"

"Nice guy but no."

"Nott?"

"He's going stagg."

"I don't know why I'm even asking this but, how about Lee?"

You immediately shook your head a no.

Lee perked up from his seat at the mention of his name. "Huh? I heard my name, what's going on."

George leaned over and told Lee about the situation.

"Ohhh, I see." Lee chuckled, "this is going to be fun." He whispered back.

"Godric...well uh, is it Louis?" Fred guessed. At this point he didn't know who else could be the possible match.

"No. He is a good option but no." You simpered on, wondering where this conversation was going to take you.

"I give up on doing this, just answer my questions." Fred continued. "Do you talk to them everyday?"

The question seemed vague enough for him to not know who so it didn't hurt to answer him. “Yes,”

Fred went deep in thought, why did he even choose this question? "Who would you be talking to that I wouldn't know about...

You all chuckled to hear his words, he may seemed to be really observant when it came to you but completely oblivious at the same time.

"Oh wow Fred, you take note of who y/n talks to everyday?" George teased, though Fred didn't really see it that way.

"So what? I'm with her almost all the time, I would know who she'd be talking to." Fred explained.

"You aren't with her all the time. What about during class hours?" Hermione stated.

Fred looked dumbfounded, he didn't think of that.

Harry leaned over to you, making sure no one else heard him other than you, "I wonder how long it's going to take for him to realize it's him."

"Give it 2-3 business days." You replied with a chuckle.

Fred turned back to you with another question in mind. "What does their name start with?"

You shook your head with a chuckle. "I'm not going to answer that."

"Ugh, fine. Are they taller than you?"

You laughed at his question, "Yes." By a lot.

"That question doesn't even help. Lots of people are taller than Y/n." Harry commented earning a smack on the head from you. You caught Fred laugh at his joke which you used to your advantage.

You gasped and feigned an insulted look, "Okay, ouch. I was just thinking about telling you who it was but I changed my mind." You scooted away, with a false pout.

Fred laughed, trying to pull you back to him by pulling you by the waist. "I'm only joking, love."

You replied with an eye roll, trying to conceal the grin that slowly crept onto your lips.

You began packing your things before facing Fred again, "Seeing as you're not doing the activity, I'm going to go and spend the rest of the period outside."

“Oh come on, tell me who it is.” Fred stated with a pout as he theld onto your hand to keep you from leaving.

“Like I said before, no.” You replied with a teasing grin before grabbing the rest of your things.

You stood up from your seat and handed in your paper to Snape. He seemed to have been listening in on your conversation. He seemed to find your conversation quite amusing.

"If that Weasley boy doesn't ask you soon, I think it's better you accept Diggery's offer." He suggested in his usual monotone voice but there was this spark of interest in his eyes on the topic which surprised you.

“Professor Snape!” You laughed, surprised by this side of your professor.

“I'm just saying,” He simply shrugged before walking off with your work.

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The following day was hectic, more so than usual.

Most of the classes were finishing up their lessons so that during the holiday break you'd all be free from the burdens of school work. But it didnt help when they just piled more school work over the other to cram everything in one go.

Things seemed worse for you since you had decided to take up more classes this year. Not just that, but you somehow tangled yourself into becoming a some sort of charm fixer for the younger years whenever they'd mess up a spell.

And because Harry got himself stuck with being a triwizard champion for Hogwarts. You had to help him with spells and charms just so he could survive the challenges. You wouldn't be able to to live with yourself if anything were to happen to him under your watch.

As the holiday's were approaching, the only decent things about your schedule was the dance classes in between subjects. You had already learned how to waltz when you were a girl. Your parents weren't ones to host glamorous balls but your grandparents were. You had fond memories of your dance classes during your summers spent abroad. Twirling endlessly in studios till your head wouldn't stop spinning.

McGonagall appeared at the front of the hall and cleared her throat to call the attention of the crowd. "find your partners everyone, we will begin shortly."

Everyone began scattering across the room searching for their partners. You had the tendency to switch partners every now and then since the boys kept asking if you could show them the steps to the dance. You didn't mind, even if it meant getting your toes stepped on every now and again.

As you looked across the room, you wondered who you would be dancing with this time. Your own question was answered when your hand was suddenly grabbed and you were twirled around to be flush against someone's chest.

"Freddie!" You laughed, the wind was nearly knocked out of you from the sudden turn.

"You don't mind having this dance with me, do you love?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a grin, "No, I don't mind at all."

Your hands were intertwined as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his hand grasped your waist. There was no tense atmosphere compared to the other boys who always seem to stray away from their confident selves when around you. But not Fred, no. He was always his true self around you.

The music began playing and echoed through the hall. Light footsteps pattered across the floor as people tried to find their footing. Some seemed to struggle more than others but that wasn't the case for you and Fred.

The two of you danced across the floor in sync. The two of you paid little mind to everything around you as you both were lost in your own world. Like your heart harmonised with the beat of his heart and that was the only rhythm you guys needed to dance.

"You've improved since the last time we've danced." You teased as you continued your steps.

Fred rolled his eyes at the memory of his poor attempt at trying to dance the waltz with you during one of your grandparents balls. He didn't exactly want to be there in the first place let alone dance a waltz he's never learned. But he didn't want to leave you there alone either. You wanted to dance, so he danced with you.

"Careful, I might step on one of your toes again." He taunted as he went along with your teasing.

You shook your head with a laugh. You had hoped that he would be your date for the ball. When he accompanied you to your grandparents' ball, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Though he stepped on your toes once or twice, it was all worth it. Especially when around the end, the two of you were left alone out in the gardens to stargaze the rest of the night.

Maybe, just maybe he would ask you to the ball.

Fred knew from your silence, you were stuck in thought. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Your eyes snapped back to him, "Who?"

"The one you're taking to the ball." He replied almost in a whisper. At this point he wondered if he should still be asking about who it is. Is he really going to subject himself to this hurt?

Your eyes softened at his question. "Freddie..." you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that the guy you most desperately want to go to the ball with was him. But you were too scared to do so. Godric forbid you had any bravery left in you to tell him your true feelings.

You could casually ask him to the ball. Make nothing of it. To go as friends. But something in your gut told you that if you went together, things would be different. Things were different.

You weren't just little kids anymore. You were both at that stage in your life where love and relationships were the main focus of everyone's lives. If you screw up things with Fred, you'd probably spiral into a mess.

"You don't have to tell me. Just make sure to save me a dance, alright?" You could feel the defeat sink into his voice. But before you could do anything about it you were pulled away by another person to continue the waltz.

You caught a glimpse of Fred and you could feel your heart start breaking. You wanted to tell Fred but was it really worth the cost?

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It had been two days since Fred had questioned you about the mystery guy and you thought he just dropped the topic and forgot, but you were wrong.

Truth was, it was all he could think about. He didn't even try to ask you to go with him to the ball that day because he was scared he was going to get shot down.

And if you were being honest, he was all you could think about too. Not just on the fact that he was so adamant at knowing who the mystery person was, but also because he too had someone on his mind on who to ask for the ball.

If there was already someone he planned on asking, why even bother asking him to be your date to the ball? You felt hopeless and most of all, stupid for ever thinking you had a chance at asking Fred to the ball.

These thoughts consumed you to the point you didn't even want to try to sleep anymore. You just laid there on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Eventually you got hungry and tired of your own thoughts.

You got up from your bed and slowly crept away from the girl's dormitory, being careful not to wake anyone up, especially Stark. Godric knows how grumpy that cat gets when he gets woken up. You didn't currently have the map with you since it was with Harry but you didn't mind. You've basically engraved the school's layout in your mind.

You eventually reached the portrait and got out. It wasn't totally pitch black but it would help to have a little light help guide your way.

As you walked through the empty hallways, you couldn't help but think about all the things that were troubling you these last few days. I guess lots of things have been bothering you lately. You didn't exactly know where to start.

The thought that Harry was constantly being placed out into the line of danger and you not being able to help him is killing you. You have always been there to protect him and help him out but with the stupid Triwizard tournament rules getting in your way, you can't do anything about it.

Your stroll eventually led up to the kitchens, quickly grabbing a few snacks and bidding daisy and the other elves goodbye before going around the castle again. You missed these peaceful silences.

In all honesty you were suffocating from all of the school work and activities brought by the Triwizard tournament. You may not have been part of them but your professors seemed to have the impression that you were capable of handling lots of extra school tasks.

Like helping lead the class in dance classes in preparation for the Yule ball since you had experience in ball dancing. Assisting in charms classes in the lower years in your free time. Being a sort of ambassador for the foreign students seeing as you can speak French and russian. As if already having to deal with your normal studies and Quidditch wasn't enough.

You liked that they thought of you as a responsible student but you were juggling so many things that you rarely had the time for anything fun anymore. While your friends were off pranking, you were stuck helping second years undo charms that went wrong. While Kayla, Pansy and Mione were doing their usual "book club" sessions, you were busy helping Harry figure out how to do certain spells.

Your mind was so wrapped up in all your worrying that you didn't even realize that your footsteps led you to Monty. You grinned at the sight of the tree.

"Hello old friend." You greeted as you sat at the root of the tree.

You snacked on your food as you contemplated in silence. Though the tight feeling was still present in your chest, it felt comforting to be in a place that made you feel safe.

You leaned your head back on the tree and looked up at the star covered sky. You missed star-gazing. With all of the chaos, you haven't been able to star-gaze in a while.

Like a gush of fresh air passing you, you knew a presence was nearby. One that you were all too well familiar with.

You turned your head to look at him with a light grin. There he stood in his plaid pajamas and initial sweater.

"How come you always manage to find me?" You asked, tilting your head with a chuckle.

"I should be the one asking why you're always wandering off, in the middle of the night no less." Fred replied as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there quietly; looking up at the stars, mostly lost in thought. That was until Fred decided to break the silence.

"Why are you up so late? I know you don't usually sleep early but even 3 am is a stretch for you.” Fred stated as he pointed at his watch. ”What's on your mind, Carrington?"

A concerned look fell on your face, you didn't realize that much time passed already. You let out a sigh, you knew you were going to end up exhausted the next day.

"Honestly?" You inquired.

Fred nodded at you with sincerity, he had all his attention focused on you.

You sighed and suddenly the words just poured out of you, "it's just… so much is happening and I don't know how to deal with it all. I have to assist the younger years in charms, quidditch training, normal classes, foreign students and- il se passe trop de choses et j'ai l'impression que je vais pleurer et crier mais-" (too much is happening and i feel like I'm going to cry and scream but-). You paused, forgetting that Fred didn't know a lick of French.

"Fuck sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You apologized as you sunk your face into your hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Just keep going. I'll listen, even though I don't understand a single word of french. I'll be here to listen." He replied as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

You nodded as you continued on in your rant, the words were all coming out like a broken dam. "It's just that so much is going on and pour l'amour de la merde, you'd think they'd give a 4th year a break. I feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down every minute but I won't let myself go because there's still so much meant to be done."

You haven't really told anyone about how stressed you've been feeling lately and it felt so great to actually tell someone. Fred nodded along as he listened to you. There was this look on his face, as though he hung on every word you said, regardless if it was in a foreign language.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry you've been doing all that work. They should be paying you at this point. Is there anything I can do to lessen the load?" Fred asked as he brushed and stroked your hair.

You sighed and closed your eyes, "unfortunately, no."

He tilted his head, as if not believing what you said. “Are you absolutely sure? Cause you know me, I can give Minnie and Alby a piece of my mind.”

“Thanks for the offer but I'm sure I can handle it." You leaned your head on his shoulder in defeat.

"I know you can, but it doesn't mean you have to." He replied, rubbing his hand over your arm.

All these years, he's been by your side through it all. Through all the Voldemort nonsense, through the injuries, through the nightmares, everything.

"Freddie." You whispered.

"Yeah, love?" He replied.

"Thank you."

He faced you with this puzzled look, "For what?"

You gave him a simple shrug, thinking the answer was already obvious. "For just being there for me."

Fred's features softener and pulled you in closer to his side. "Anything for you, darling. You know that."

“I do…I hope you know the same applies to you.” You replied as you looked up at him.

“I do.” He nodded as he looked up at the stars. They were incredibly bright tonight, he wondered if you always wandered out here just to look at the stars to clear your head. That would explain why he would always find you here.

“When was the last time we went stargazing together?”

You grinned at the memory, “last summer when we went camping on the reserve.”

“We should do it again.” He replied, his eyes still glued to the stars.

You look at him with a cheek aching smile, “yeah, we should.” He may have meant the stars in the sky, but to you, it meant the freckles that were scattered across his cheeks like constellations. Those were the stars you were willing to spend endless nights studying.

“Can we just look at the stars while they're still out?” He laced his fingers between yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Okay.” You replied, snuggling yourself closer to Fred to get comfy as you looked up at the sky.

And that's what you both did till dawn came. The sky twisting in colors of peach and purple as the sun slowly rose over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a quiet morning, and for once your mind was quiet too.

Maybe it had something to do with the boy whose shoulder you were resting your head on or the peaceful ambience the morning brought you. You didn't really care, you were happy and that was it.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence flow through you. It could have been your mind lacking sleep but everything that was holding you back from telling Fred about your feelings just flew out the window.

You wanted to tell him, and you wanted to tell him now.

You sat up and turned to Fred in a rushed motion. Your movements startled the boy but he was left waiting for whatever you were about to do.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked you, surprisingly not as sleepy as you expected him to be.

“Remember what I said about that person I was going to ask to the Yule ball?” You hesitated with your words. You weren't even sure if you were thinking straight. You prayed that whatever words formed in your head would be the right words to say to Fred.

Fred tensed at your words. He nodded slightly, hoping that the next words that would leave your mouth wouldn't hurt too much.

“Well…” You felt your throat go dry but you were already in too deep, you had to commit. “To tell you the truth, they're really really really dense. And honestly I don't even know why they would even want to go with me if the opportunity presented itself but-.”

Fred's forehead creased at your words, who wouldn't want to go with you to the ball? That would be like turning down the chance to enter heaven. “Why'd you think that, love? Anyone lucky enough to even be in your sights should be thanking God or whatever force for putting you on this earth.”

You felt your cheeks go bright red and your heart beat ten times faster. You weren't even sure if you could have controlled it with Fred's words just pouring out of his mouth like they just came to him naturally. He didn't even stop there. Once he started he couldn't stop.

“I mean look at you, I don't think I can think of anyone else in the whole entire world that could even come close to how perfect you are. I mean sure, you're basically a night owl with how little you sleep because you'd rather read than have a decent amount of sleep,”

You laughed at his little comment, shoving him slightly in the shoulder, but that didn't stop him from continuing his rant.

“You literally land in the hospital wing every week or so because you'd rather put yourself in harm's way than others. And you don’t even like sharing your cookies but you still do. You even ask your grandmother to send more cookies just so you can share more of them. All these things I just listed down are just more reasons why you’re perfect- and why I love you.” He let those words slip past his lips so quickly he barely even registered them. By the time he realized what he said he knew he couldn't take them back, nor did he want to.

“And yes, I love you… and not just in a friend way but the “I love you so much that if you're not around I can't breathe and the mere thought that you probably like someone else is killing me”... way.”

You were left speechless. You felt like a complete idiot at that moment. You both were fools from the start. How couldn't you have seen the signs?

He was the only one there for you when no one else was. That time you landed in the hospital wing after a full moon incident from helping your uncle moony, he was the one who stayed by your side all those nights.

When you got a cold after a snowball fight with the Weasley’s over the holidays, Fred visited you nearly everyday at the Manor to check on you before he too caught a cold. Then it was your turn to take care of him.

When you got detention from getting caught for a prank you pulled, Fred got himself detention so you wouldn't be alone.

Fred felt his chest tighten at the silence, you haven't said a thing in the last few seconds and it was terrifying. “I know you probably don't feel the same-”

Finally, you snapped out of your self inflicted scolding and reached over with one hand to keep you up and the other on Fred cheek. “My god you are dense.” with that, your lips crashed into his and suddenly everything fell into place.

All the years of pining. All the endless hours of you avoiding and hiding your feelings when all along, the both of you were just too scared of saying how you felt.

His hand slipped over to your cheek while his other hand gripped your waist. He couldn't even process his thoughts about what was happening. Was this actually real? Was this a dream? Was he even awake?

His thoughts were silenced when you pulled away just slightly to let out a small whisper, something that was meant for him and him alone, “I love you too.”

A grin grew on Fred's lips, going up ear to ear. It felt like hearing your favorite song for the first time. You loved him. He couldn't believe it. Fred pulled you in for another kiss but it was difficult from how he just couldn't stop smiling.

“Really?” He asked, his voice heavy with bliss and giddiness. It was like the whole world just lit up for him. He really couldn't believe it.

You let out a light laugh at the sight, “Yes, really.” Before placing a peck on his lips.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked again, this time with a smirk and his usual tone of arrogance. Sure he still couldn't fully wrap his head around the thought that you, the girl of his dreams, actually loved him back. But that still didn't stop him from teasing the living daylights out of you.

You pondered on the question further, knowing how Fred loved to play this game. Your silence only furthered the fun when Fred began to grow impatient. “On second thought…”

Fred let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to his lap, “Nice try love. You've already said the words. You can't take them back.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly before facing him with a cheek aching grin, “oh no, what shall I ever do?” You replied with feigned fear before letting out another laugh.

Fred leaned over to your cheek, his nose barely grazing over the surface of your cheek. “How about I take you to the ball as…your boyfriend?”

You pulled away with a grin, "Are you sure?”

Fred looked off into the distance and tapped his finger over his chin, “Hmmm, you know on second thought-”

You let out a laugh before resting your hands at the back of his neck, “Nuh uh, you already said the words, Freddie. You can't take them back.” You repeated his words back to him with a smirk.

He pulled you in for another kiss to wipe away that smirk. But he then pulled away, just slightly, “You have my heart, love. I don't think I'll be able to take that back either.”

Feeling the blush rush up to your cheeks, you could only hide your flustered state in the crook of his neck. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Don't get shy on me now, love.” Fred spoke as he hugged you tight. He thought that this was just too good to be true. He thought that maybe if he didn't hold on tight enough, all of this would cease to exist and reveal itself to be a dream.

You lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, only to feel the heat rush back to your cheeks. Seeing as the sun was rising up already, the blush was much more evident on your cheeks.

Fred looked at you with a soft smile, it was finally sinking in. He was finally yours, and you were finally his. And though the two of you may be dense, Godric knows Fred is never going to let you forget he loves you.

"I love you so much."

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summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they can’t help but find one of them so lovable.

“It’s every day with these stupid pranks.”

“You don’t have to take the fun out of everything,” Lee says with a grin. We’re sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.

“I just want to pass this class. I shouldn’t have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.” Lee rolls his eyes, but I don’t feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but I’d been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.

“In their defense, I don’t think they’ve ever blown up an entire classroom.”

“Yet,” I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because we’re about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say it’s because they’re getting more deranged.

“Awe, you don’t like our pranks?” I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fred’s head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. It’d be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasn’t so terrifying.

“We just want to entertain the masses.” I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. He’s closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.

“Well, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they don’t seem to be having much fun,” Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.

“You don’t like our pranks?” Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.

“That’s just pitiful,” George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As I’m contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.

“Time to go, Feorge?” Fred asks his twin.

“We have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,” George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that they’re maniacs grows rapidly.

“I have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,” I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.

“I have never understood how you and George aren’t dating yet.” I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m interested in that miscreant.”

“Well, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and let’s not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just passionate about quidditch,” I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes I’m serious, his smile drops.

“If you were passionate about quidditch, you’d be dating Wood, not drooling over George.”

“Hey! I do not drool,” I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, since you’re so passionate about quidditch, let’s go study by the pitch,” he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.

As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because I’d usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. He’s taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.

“Now, go talk to him,” Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. It’s a song I’ve never heard before, but I can tell it’s French, and I can tell that it’s the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.

“How did you manage this?”

“I had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,” he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and I’m impressed he worked something like this out.

“How’d you convince Wood to go for that?” My question is just louder than a whisper so I don’t disrupt the music as we continue to dance.

“I’m going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,” he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. “I love to be near you,” he continues, “as crazy as I might sound, I wouldn’t want to love anyone but you.” My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.

“As stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldn’t want to spend a second away from you,” I admit. It’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say out loud, but I’m happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didn’t say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, he’s already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.

“So, would it be safe to say we’re dating now?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.

“I think it would be safe to say that,” I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.

[ilovesmussy]

WOULD YALL READ A FIC WHERE DURING EIGHTH YEAR THE GOLDEN TRIO WORK TOGETHER TO REVIVE FRED AND IT ACTUALLY WORKS??? GEORGE WOULD BE SUPER DEPRESSED BUT HE GETS BETTER WHEN FRED COMES BACK

ALSO SHIPS CAUSE THIS IS AN EIGHTH YEAR FANFIC RIGHT AFTER THE WAR

PERCY REBUILDS HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FAMILY AND ALL THAT OTHER GOOD STUFF

CHECK TAGS

[amandinemoon]

Drunk Lee : "Fred" "Fred" *laught* Fred Fred Fred Fred, I like your name.

Drunk Fred : Thank you, I got it for my birthday-

[prismolovesfanfiction]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26710336/chapters/66498049#workskin

[slytherinlizzy]

Lee and Seamus are the biggest card players in the entire Gryffindor house. You cannot change my mind.

[hpffwritersguild]

Day 8: On Magic and Beds

[harrypocter]

Lee Jordan Masterlist

moodboard by @ashesandhackles

pauses between by @diana-bookfairchild

An exploration of grief that wells up when there are new beginnings.

WWN by @maknoll

Lee Jordan and his friends plan to broadcast during the war.

Treason by @alohaemora

Lee Jordan gets a "house call" by Yaxley. Set in DH-timeline.

Adds a bit of interest by @ashesandhackles

Storytelling, narratives after war. A Lee Jordan ficlet.

Goodnight Lee by @ashesandhackles

Lee and Angelina have a moment, post-war.

Lee Jordan by @lanaturnergetup

Lee Jordan is serious about a few things.

Positions by @turanga4

Lee Jordan's take on weddings and his role in them, set perhaps ten years after the War.

The world needs more Lee Jordan content! Festival of Colours is approaching closer. We are looking forward to seeing more stories with diverse characters of HP!

[di-daynamic]

@harrypocter Week 3: Lee Jordan

Lee flicked his wand and conjured a bunch of dandelions to lay on the grave.

He knelt in front of it, ignoring the dirt getting on his work robes. He worked for a wireless network anyway, appearances didn’t matter.

“Hey, Freddy.” He said casually. “So, this time I decided on dandelions. It represents ‘the return of life and rebirth’ according to the bloody book, which I think is rather ironic. D’you agree?”

He paused. “Of course, you do. It’s a damn good joke, if I say so myself. Plus a pretty great callback. Remember second year? The Halloween Feast?”

There was another long moment of silence. The breeze whistled through his robes and hair and against the gravestone, as though to break the depressing silence or trying to reassure him.  

At first, talking to the grave as though it would actually respond had been a coping mechanism and Lee had nearly sobbed every time he’d realized there was no point and there was never going to be a withering retort ever again. The pauses had been crushing.

Now, though. . . .

Talking to his old best friend’s grave like this made him nostalgic. More upbeat than upset. More melancholy than rage at the unfairness of the world. More a lingering loving sadness than despair. More spasming than debilitating. The pauses were more symbolic of the departure from his regular life, the dipping back into those war-torn awful years.

“George has a new product out,” He continued, standing up and walking around, gesturing as he did when he told stories without a mic. “It’s a figurine of Harry, actually. He’s experienced a sudden upsurge of popularity since the Blackwood case. Should’ve seen his face when George told him. It was at the last DA reunion. George loved his reaction, though he probably loved it a lot less when Ginny started to ‘console’ him, if you know what I mean.”

He waited again, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of wind and sunshine. The Weasleys really had picked a beautiful place for the grave.

“Angie’s pretty great, too. She was all giggly with Luna and Audrey and Alicia at the reunion though, which makes me worry because that is a dangerous group. Don’t tell them I said that,” he added. “Also, she’s taken a break from the Wanderers. Because. . .”

He cleared his throat. “Well, that’s why I wanted to come see you today. I’m sure you must be wondering. It isn’t your birthday, or Christmas, or the 4th of July, or New Year’s Day or the anniversary of the battle. It’s. . . .”

He wondered how to put it. Fred had always liked straightforwardness, Lee decided. George was the one to dilly-dally and outsmart.

“George and Angelina told me they’re pregnant,” he blurted out. “Well, Angie’s pregnant. They’re having a kid,” he emphasized, in case Fred hadn’t understood.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’ll make amazing parents, but still, here I am, bachelor, trying to remember the names of my dates - I accidentally called Andrew Alan and he threw a tantrum and left last month - and there they are, having an actual, literal baby. And they decided to make me godfather! Me!” He gestured wildly at himself. “What the hell made them think that would be a good idea? Ha! Last week I nearly burned down my apartment trying to make something edible.”

Lee paused again, and continued softly. “Th-They’ve found out the gender. It’s a boy.”

He laughed slightly hysterically. “I’m going to have a godson! I’m going to be a godfather! How about that, huh?”

He hesitated. “And – well. I know it’s different, and complicated, and George and Angie are a bit—” He shrugged, not able to articulate it. George and Angelina and their relationship could be as complicated as easy, as ugly as beautiful, as defined by grief as by happiness, and as marked by Fred’s absence as by the presence of his lingering ghost and legacy. “But – there’s no way they’re ever going to end up naming him anything but Fred. Wait and see. George blathered on about some names they’re contemplating, but I’d stake my Gringotts vault on it.”

He let out a breath and then knelt in front of the gravestone again, tracing the letters on it with his finger. “Your life was way too short. And—” He remembered seeing Fred the last time, the easy smirk on his face as he twirled his wand and made a crap joke in the Great Hall, the way Lee clapped his shoulder and said ‘Later, mates’ before leading his own group out onto the grounds, thrumming with excitement and nerves and determination.

He remembered feeling guilty for his own grief, about how all-consuming it had been, when to him George had been more important, George who had lost his twin brother.

“I couldn’t save you. You died.”

He closed his eyes again, pressing his forehead to the stone. “But … it happened. Dwelling on it’s not going to help. I’m going to do my best to make sure Lil’ Fred has a long, long life. He has to at least outlive me.” Lee nodded determinedly.

“I know you’ll be watching over him,” He continued, getting back on his feet. “Just like you’re probably fanboying over Teddy and Victoire and Dominique and Jamie and Lance and Percy’s soon-to-come kid. And well – I will be too. So, one more collaboration, huh, Freddie?” He smiled in remembrance. “S’how we became friends, remember? You were so nasty about it. ‘One collaboration’, you said. ‘We’re a duo,’ George said. And that promptly went down the drain when we actually got into it.”

His mouth twisted in a half bitter half fond smile. Somehow, the old grief had returned as an itch from the celebration of a new life he had meant to do. Grief had that way. He could be standing and doing something perfectly normal one moment and the next want to collapse and curl up and sob. He couldn’t stand to be there a second longer. “Love you, Fred, you Merlin damned asshole. See you soon.”

And he turned and walked away, ghosts still pressing at his heels, back into his life.

Feedback appreciated! I'll admit I got a teensy bit carried away with the length. . . .

[b1ravenclaw]

heyy guys new chapter on my fanfic hope you guys enjoy it!

[zoesiapie]

Dear Lee

Dear Lee,

Three o'clock evening considerations: my bed is extremely uncomfortable.

Three o'clock evening bets: it would be much more comfortable with you.

G

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/46166881)

[turanga4]

Lee Jordan Supremacy!!!

Also, ace representation, yo. I'm somewhere on that glorious, VALID spectrum, myself.

[brinleyparke]

Three Rivers Fic Ideas/Prompts

Andy calls in sick bc he has a cold or flu, and he doesn't want to endanger his patients (h/c). Kuol has to stay with one of the other team members. The rest of the Three Rivers team realizes Andy's importance as a friend, not just a surgeon/doctor.

Andy gets hurt (h/c) (just not his hands).

Andy's childhood

Dr. Jordan, Dr. Reid, and/or the rest of the Three Rivers team force(s) Andy to go home (to the hotel) and get some sleep because he's been burning the candle at both ends.

The rest of the team or at least Dr. Jordan or Pam finds out about Andy's past.

Someone wanting revenge on Andy's uncle kidnaps or hurts Andy.

Ep. 5 h/c: After his conversation with Rena in the parking lot and after Pam says she misses Rena, Andy finally breaks. He had been holding back tears a few times throughout the episode. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Pam comforts him. (Gen)

AU - Canon Divergence: Scott doesn't die.

I love the almost mother-son relationship between Dr. Jordan and Andy, so what if post episode 5, Andy changes his emergency contact to Dr. Jordan. Sometime between eps 5 and 10, Andy gets hurt, and Dr. Jordan is contacted. (Physical and emotional h/c).

(Pre-series) Andy gets hurt while on a job for his uncle.

Arrow crossover: Team Arrow is in Three Rivers because maybe they got a lead on a bad guy or something. Oliver gets hurt and needs an actual hospital this time. Dig takes him to one of the best, if not the best surgeon, in the country.

Queer Eye (2018) crossover: Pam and Miranda submit Andy to get a makeover.

Songfic or Fanvideo Ideas

[badpotterhead]

Ficha técnica: Ryan Jordan

NOME: Ryan Jordan

APELIDO: nenhum

DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 7 de março de 2005

SIGNO: Peixes

PAIS: Lee e Kellah Jordan

IRMÃOS: nenhum

CABELOS: castanho escuro e crespo

COR DA PELE: negra

COR DOS OLHOS : castanho

ANOS EM HOGWARTS: Setembro de 2016 até junho de 2024

CASAS: Grifinória

POSTOS OCUPADOS EM HOGWARTS: artilheiro da Grifinória (repetiu o ano)

ATUAL EMPREGO: nenhum (abandonou a escola)

RELACIONAMENTOS: Lily Luna Potter (ex), Dolly Felton (rumor)

TEMPERAMENTO: alegre, extrovertido, festeiro, afável, amigável, adicto, irresponsável

AMIGOS: James Sirius Potter, Frankie Longbottom, Freddie Weasley, Louis Weasley

Ryan Jordan também é filho de um velho membro da Armada de Dumbledore, o que o fez se aproximar bastante dos Potters, Weasleys e companhia. Mas as amizades que ele escolheu o levaram a se afundar no vício, a ponto de ele repetir de ano várias vezes. Também dizem que ele teve um longo relacionamento com Lily Luna, a irmã de seu melhor amigo, que nunca o assumiu por gostar verdadeiramente de um certo amigo de seu outro irmão.

Saiba mais lendo o capítulo dedicado a Ryan na fanfic

HARRY POTTER: NEXT GENERATION EXPOSED

Disponível no WATTPAD e no SPIRIT FANFICS

[fatecanberewritten-writer]

Black Sheep | Chapter Four: Legacy

Stars Series | Black Sheep

Danielle Herbison was the last person you would ever find wandering. She wasn’t a girl that left her comfort zone, not at all - especially on the train ride to Hogwarts. Even when she was a first year, the girl had said goodbye to her family, boarded the train and gone into the very first compartment she found, not caring if there was anyone else in it. That was actually how she had met and befriended Cori McMahan, and now, five years later, it was that friendship that had her uncomfortably wandering the corridors of the Hogwarts Express.

The girl let out a breath of relief as she came into the next train car, finally spotting her friend at the end of it, exiting a compartment with a fairly large group of people. It took Danielle a second to realize that she had wandered all the way up to the prefect carriages. “Cori!”

In the middle of all the prefects as they were being dismissed from the meeting, Cori looked around as she heard her name being called. For a second, she thought that she was just hearing things, but as she heard it again, the Slytherin stood on the tips of her toes to see over her fellow prefects and found a familiar head of dark hair at the end of the corridor. Smiling at her friend, she started to weave her way through the crowded corridor. Slipping away, she missed Percy Weasley trying to get her attention.

“What’s all that about?” Danielle questioned as Cori reached her. “Are you a prefect? Why are - ” but with a gasp, the girl cut herself off, her eyes finding her friend’s badge - “You are - why didn’t you tell me?” This last bit was paired with a meant-to-be-soft smack on the arm.

“Hello to you, too,” Cori muttered sarcastically, rubbing her arm.

With an eye roll, Danielle took Cori’s arm. “Come on,” she said, “let’s go to our compartment, you know I hate being out in the hall when the train’s moving.”

As Danielle steered her away, Cori gave one more glance back at the prefects, most of whom stood outside the prefect’s carriage socializing. Her eyes met that same pair of hazel ones they kept finding that day, and like before, it seemed as though the boy had already been looking at her. Cori spared the Gryffindor, still stuck in the crowd, a small smile before Danielle whisked her away.

“Alright,” Danielle said a few minutes later as the girls settled into their usual compartment, shared today with a couple of second year Hufflepuffs. They didn’t pay them any mind. “Spill.”

Cori sighed. In many ways, Danielle reminded her of Gus. “It’s not really a big deal.” As Danielle scoffed, Cori quickly continued, “I didn’t see it as a big deal, nor want to make a big deal of it. So I’m a prefect - doesn’t really change much, does it?”

“Aside from the fact that you’ll be loads more busy now,” Danielle countered grumpily. “It’s already bad enough that we’re in different houses, now with this, I’ll hardly ever get to see you. You are my only friend, you know.”

“You know I’ll always make time for you, Danielle,” Cori said in a docile tone, her head tilting to the side a bit. “But look on the bright side - now you could have time to join that Herbology club you always talk about!”

Danielle went to protest, but stopped short as she processed what her friend had suggested. Ever since third year, Danielle had wanted to join the Herbology club, but she’d opted out of it to spend her extra time with Cori, who was absolutely terrible at Herbology. She sat back now, starting to see the positives. “You’ve got a point there,” she mused. “Anyway, how was it? What’s it like being a prefect?”

She chuckled a little at the sudden change of attitude. “Right now, it just feels like a club that I’m very new to. Everyone except for me and a couple other fifth years seem to be friends.”

“Ooh, who are the other prefects in our year? Start with my house.”

Cori scrunched her eyebrows as she tried to recall the names - the meeting had taken nearly an hour. “Noe Monian and Penelope Clearwater.”

“Really?” Danielle commented with raised eyebrows. “Penelope Clearwater?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, she wouldn’t be my first choice. Sure, she’s brainy, but she’s never seemed like someone who’d take charge. Honestly, I think she’s a bit of a pushover. Doesn’t really have any friends, either.”

“She seemed a bit shy,” Cori shrugged, “but I’m sure she’ll be fine - Flitwick wouldn’t have picked her otherwise, right?”

“She’s always showing off in Charms - maybe that’s why he picked her,” Danielle grumbled.

With a bit of a smirk, Cori quirked an eyebrow at her friend. “Is she really a show off, or is she just better than you?”

A somewhat playful glare swiped over Danielle’s face, and she opted to change the subject instead of answering. “Who’s the other Slytherin?”

“Felix Manning.”

“I can see that,” Danielle quipped. “He’s always seemed the type. Who else?”

“Frank Edwards and Dorothy Anderson from Hufflepuff, and Bridget Corner and Percy Weasley from Gryffindor.”

The Ravenclaw squinted her eyes at the last name. “Weasley,” she pondered, as if trying to figure out where she’d heard the name. “Wasn’t that the Gryffindor seeker? I thought he graduated?”

“That was Charlie Weasley, and he did graduate,” Cori clarified. “They must be brothers. But you have to know Weasley - he’s always the first to answer a question in class.”

Danielle squinted her eyes more, as if she was having a lot of trouble recalling him. “Ginger with glasses, right?”

“That’s me,” came a voice from the door neither of them realized had opened again. They both jumped, Danielle yelping a little as they looked up to find the very ginger they were talking about. The second year Hufflepuffs by the window giggled at Danielle’s reaction, only laughing more as the Ravenclaw glared at them. Danielle Herbison was about the least intimidating person you could find. “Didn’t mean to startle you,” Percy said apologetically, though an amused smile was working at his lips. Cori sat up a little straighter as his hazel eyes found hers.

“That’s alright,” Danielle said, turning back from the Hufflepuffs. “Weasley, right?” He nodded. “Congratulations on making prefect.”

“Thank you,” he responded. His hands behind his back, Percy stood proudly. It was clear to Cori then that he had taken the appointment of prefect very differently than she had.

“What can we help you with?” Cori asked, saving him from Danielle’s inevitable what do you want? There was a reason the girl only had Cori as a friend.

Percy’s eyes turned brightly to the Slytherin. “I wanted to see if you wanted to patrol the train with me. Ward said it’s always better to do it in pairs, and the other Gryffindor prefect has busied herself with her boyfriend.”

“Oh, um,” Cori started, trying her best to ignore Danielle’s raised eyebrows and wide eyes fixed on her. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

Danielle couldn’t hold back her scoff, and Cori figured she really had no intention to. Percy looked over to the Ravenclaw with a crease between his brows, but she was staring at her friend like he wasn’t even there. “Ditching me already? We haven’t even talked about our summers yet! I have stories about Portugal.”

“Dani, it’s not even one,” Cori started, her voice lowered a little in her embarrassment. “We’ll just go up and down the train once. I’ll be back before the trolley cart gets here.”

Her appalled look formed quickly into a glare as she looked up at Weasley. She was looking at him as she said, “I’m holding you to that.”

Percy chuckled, albeit nervously, thinking that she was joking, but as he realized she was deadly serious, he tried to pass off his chuckling as a cough. He looked at Cori for help, and with a deep breath, she stood, bid her friend goodbye, and stepped out of the compartment with the Gryffindor. “Sorry about that,” she started as soon as there was a closed door between them and Danielle. “She can be a bit tenacious.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Percy said quickly. “I should be the one apologizing - I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Oh, no, it’s alright,” Cori continued, nervously tucking some of her hair behind her ear as they started their trek down the train. “I’ve got to get used to the responsibility of being a prefect - might as well start now.”

The crease was back between his brows as he turned to her. “You don’t want the responsibility?”

“Not that, necessarily,” she said, trying not to stumble over her words. “I just - I didn’t expect it, I guess.”

“I’ve wanted to be a prefect since before I came to Hogwarts,” Percy divulged, and though his tone was confident, a slight blush was creeping across his cheeks. “Both of my older brothers were prefects when they were here. My brother Bill was even Head Boy.”

“You’ve got a legacy to live up to, then,” Cori quipped playfully, smiling as the Gryffindor turned nearly as red as his hair. “Were they in Gryffindor as well?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, glad the conversation turned a bit more casual. He held the door open for her as they reached the end of the train car, offering her his hand to step over the gap between the cars. Her hand was cold, but it left a feeling of warmth where she had touched his skin, a warmth that spread to his chest rapidly. On the next train car, he closed the door and continued, “My whole family’s been - parents, brothers, uncles. . . My youngest brother, Ron, is starting this year, and he’ll probably be in Gryffindor, too.”

“What if he wasn’t?” Cori asked with genuine curiosity. “Say he was sorted into Slytherin?”

Percy chuckled, forgetting who he was talking to. “Slytherin? They’d probably disowned him. Oh, I mean - ” he realized in the midst of saying it that the prefect he was walking beside was a Slytherin - “not that there’s anything wrong with Slytherin - ”

But the Slytherin’s laughter stopped him from further fumbling over an apology. It did more than that, actually - her musical laugh made him forget what they were talking about, where they were, even, for a moment, how to breathe. “It’s alright,” she said to him with a smile that brought him happily back down to earth. “My family’s the same way. I don’t even want to imagine what my oldest brother would have done if the rest of us hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin. Merlin knows what he’d’ve done if one of us was in Gryffindor.”

“A family of Slytherins, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Makes for an interesting home life, as would a family of Gryffindors, I’m sure.”

“Interesting’s definitely a word for it,” Percy chuckled. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Five.”

“Ah, I’ve got you beat,” the Gryffindor jested. “I’ve got six.”

The prefects stopped, looking attentively down the corridor as a compartment in the middle of the train car erupted with noise - screams, gasps, and even some cheers. Cori watched as Percy’s face became more serious, his position as a prefect coming to the forefront of his personality.

“I’ll bet you anything,” he said almost darkly, “that that’s two of them now.”

Percy leading the way, the pair of prefects walked purposely towards the rowdy compartment, and as they reached it, he slid the door open without hesitation. Coming up behind him, Cori audibly gasped and took a slight step back. The crowded compartment of what looked to be third years - mainly Gryffindors, but with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws - had their wide eyes fixed on one of two things: the two prefects coming to ruin their fun, or the large tarantula currently levitating in the middle of the compartment. 

“Fred!” Percy scolded, his eyes focused on the red-haired boy with his wand currently pointing at the floating creature. Cori’s eyes found the boy as well, and as they scanned over to the boy’s identical twin on the other side of the compartment, it clicked for her. That was why the Weasley name was so familiar - of course everyone knew Charlie Weasley, the Quidditch star, but the Weasley twins were infamous. Aside from the red hair, Cori found it hard to believe that Percy was related to them. “Put that down. Now.”

A glimmer of joy quickly came into Fred Weasley’s eyes. “Whatever you say, prefect.” With one knowing look at his twin, Fred released the levitation charm he had on the tarantula, and it fell to the ground.

The crowded compartment erupted into pandemonium as the tarantula was set loose, boys and girls alike screaming and jumping onto the seats to try and get away from it. The Weasley twins were enjoying themselves, Lee Jordan was terrified he was about to lose his tarantula, Percy was furious at his brothers - but as the furry, eight-legged creature came scurrying towards her, Cori was the only one that responded appropriately. “Immobulus!”

Quiet and breaths of relief followed the Slytherin’s exclamation as the tarantula froze mere inches from her shoes. With a quiet utterance, she levitated the creature into the center of the compartment once again, looking around at the shocked third years. 

“Who does this belong to?” she said calmly, unaware that the students were now looking at her as they would look at Professor McGonagall. 

Beside the other twin, a dark-skinned boy with dreadlocks hesitantly raised his hand.

“Right,” she continued, “and who might you be?”

The boy swallowed. “Lee Jordan.”

“You are aware, Mr. Jordan, that pets allowed at Hogwarts are restricted to owls, cats, or toads?” He nodded, eyes still wide. “Is this one of those pets transfigured to look like a tarantula?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Do you have a permission slip signed by a faculty member allowing you to have this creature at Hogwarts?”

His shoulders drooping, Lee answered again, “No, ma’am.”

“Alright then,” settled Cori, her voice still very calm with a previously unknown but uncanny ability to command respect. Seeing the box in the boy’s lap, she lowered his tarantula into it and magically secured its lid before releasing the creature of her freezing charm. “You’re in Gryffindor, yes?” she asked Lee.

“Yes,” he answered with a wince, assuming he was about to lose House points before even getting to Hogwarts.

“I’ll be informing Professor McGonagall when we arrive at Hogwarts. In the meantime, please keep it in its box. I’m sure you all can find something else to occupy your time.”

As the Slytherin prefect turned away from the compartment, she didn’t take notice of the shameful look on Lee Jordan’s face, or the looks of awe on the faces of the students who had desperately tried to get away from the loose spider, or the glares on the freckled faces of the Weasley twins. When she turned to look at Percy, however, she couldn’t miss the look of sheer admiration on his face. She blushed slightly, nervously biting her bottom lip as she closed the door to the compartment and led the way further down the train.

“That was bloody brilliant!” Percy burst as he broke out of his stupor, following after her. “Forget getting used to being a prefect, you’re a natural!”

Cori reddened even more, but before she could respond - 

“Percy!”

They stopped, pivoting around to find the Weasley twins just outside of their compartment, glares still on their faces, their squinted, suspicious eyes fixed on Cori.

“What are you doing hanging around her?” seethed George.

“I beg your pardon?” Percy responded sharply, his own eyes narrowing. “She happens to be a prefect, if the two of you couldn’t see that already.”

“She’s a McMahan!” Fred exclaimed, and as the thirteen-year-old gestured angrily at her, Cori shrunk away from the Weasleys. She knew where this was going.

“What does that have to do with anything?” said Percy, the defensiveness in his voice mixing with genuine confusion.

“Her whole family’s bad news,” said George, glaring more harshly at the girl.

“Trust us, we’re in class with her brother,” said Fred.

“That’s ridicu- ” Percy started, but he stopped as he felt her brushing past him, heading back in the direction she came. “Wait, Cori!”

“It’s alright,” Cori said as she turned around to face the Weasleys. She faced the twins’ glares with a forced smile, but as her eyes found Percy’s, it softened. She shrugged, her demeanor so much less confident than it had been in the compartment. “You can’t get away from family legacy.”

[hp-2001-katie]

This final chapter is so beautiful 😍 I am in love with how all of the kids find love I cannot believe that tttc is over KISMET Is done!

Thank you for writing such a beautiful trilogy @breaniebree THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART ❤️

THE FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE!

Chapter 41 -- The One With the Final Epilogue

Well, this is it!  THE FINAL LAST EPILOGUE AND LAST CHAPTER of my world of Kismet.  It started back in 2018 with some random Marauder snippets that I put aside to write about Sirius and Remus raising Harry which turned from a 25 chapter story idea to 360 chapters of A Second Chance and led me to write a prequel with my original Marauder snippets in The First Time Around.  It ended with Third Times the Charm.

As I always say, I write this story for myself first and this is the final chapter of what I wanted to write and how I wanted to end my world of Kismet.  I’m very excited to share it with you and I hope you’re excited to read it.  I hope those of you who have been reading this story have been enjoying it even half as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it and that you like the ending as much as I do.  And for those of you who don’t, I thank you for reading as long as you have and hope you find a story some day that pleases you more.  There are a lot of amazing writers in the world and I hope someone gives you the ending you want.

As for me I am very proud of my final scene and of this trilogy.  

THANK YOU!

I would like to firstly thank @thedistantdusk, who even though only was my Beta from chapters 200-360 of ASC and for all of The First Time Around, her patience and guidance were greatly appreciated.  Thank you to SilverStarwolfe who was my first Beta from about chapter 120-190 before life got in the way and she had to stop, her patience and guidance was also greatly appreciated.  Thank you to @seriouslysam8 who was an amazing sounding board and helped me work out the kinks in the final idea of Sirius and Zee and helped me come up with the story titles for The First Time Around and Third Times the Charm.  I really appreciate all of the help she gave me and hope one day she might even read it too.  LOL.  Thank you to @ellieoryan7447 for being such an amazing reader who went out of her way to attempt to make character art all about my characters.  It’s surreal to me that people even want to do that and is more appreciated than I can possibly put into words.  And lastly, thank you to @celtics534 for putting up with my random asks about reading over scenes, giving great writing advice, and not being afraid to tell me when something is crap and how to fix it.  You’re more appreciated than you know.  PS — Sorry for bothering the crap out of you with final reviews of this last chapter LOL.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading from the beginning, to those jumped in somewhere in the middle, and to anyone new who stumbled across this world when the final story was ending.  THANK YOU!

Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to follow me in this story-writing journey for the last six years.  It means so much to me.

I have no plans of writing anything else in the near future, as I do very much need a break, but who knows what the future will bring.  These epilogues, while being very much a conclusion, still leave lots of holes for me to jump back in if I ever want to (old and next generation).  It leaves the world of Kismet open to me in the future while still showing you that that there was a happily ever after for these characters (which is very much deserved).

Thank you again for all of the continuous support and love I have received.

Please remember to drop a review — I love to read to them.

THANK YOU!

Love always, 😘

A 🇨🇦Canadian🇨🇦 girl who loves writing HP fanfiction

~ Breanie aka Bree ~