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buckyseddie · 3 years ago

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reassurance

pairings — fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader

summary — in which, she’s ashamed of herself and feels like she doesn’t deserve fred, and it’s up to him to convince her otherwise.

word count — 3.9k.

warnings — doubtful/insecure! reader, fluff, lots of mentions of the past before the reader and fred meet officially, their meeting officially is in italics, use of pet-names [love, darling, sweetheart] friends to lovers type trope, george is their wingman, fred is literally the sweetest boyfriend at the end oml, plenty of confessions.

notes — i’ve literally been obsessed with fred and draco for so long. so, it’s a given that my next written imagine is a fred one! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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FRED AND [Y/N] HAD ALWAYS been good friends, ever since her third year and his fourth year.

at first, she had been too shy to talk to either him or george, though.

her only friends had always consisted of luna lovegood, draco malfoy, and cedric diggory.

luna had befriended [y/n], after noticing her kindness to not only others, but also to animals.

it’s no secret that [y/n]’s always been an animal lover — she could never not love animals. it’s in her blood.

i suppose that that’s why it’s no shock that she was sorted into hufflepuff.

and draco, who wasn’t exactly the nicest boy at hogwarts, formed a very special bond with her.

though, before they had become friends, she thought he was foul — she’d hated the way he treated the weasleys, hermione, and harry.

oh, but the story of how they became friends? that is quite a story, might i add.

during her second year, after she’d heard him insult the group of friends, she’d had enough.

normally, [y/n] wasn’t one to stand up to someone, especially in front of a crowd.

but, her annoyance with the malfoy boy was wearing thin.

she’d groaned, turned towards him, and bluntly blurted out, “malfoy! would you — for once — stop being an outrageous git and leave them alone? just because you’re a slytherin and your father is a powerful man in the ministry business, does not mean that you have the right to be an arsehole!”

everyone was outside the castle for the day, enjoying the nice weather.

and here [y/n] [y/l/n] was, speaking her mind — something that she rarely ever did.

[y/n] was the type to stay quiet — she couldn’t bare the thought of letting her anger get the best of her.

but, this time she just couldn’t help it.

draco had turned to her, utterly shocked at the quiet girl’s statement.

and it seemed that he wasn’t the only one who was appalled at her sudden courage to stand up to the conceited boy.

the weasley twins — along with the golden trio — were nearby, with a couple dozen other students.

luna and cedric happened to be two of the students in the group of other kids there.

the weasley twins were shocked — the same as draco.

they’d known of the girl as the quiet, shy hufflepuff.

although, that was something that fred found undoubtedly adorable about her.

harry, hermione, and ron were also shocked, much like everyone else.

cedric and luna, however, had completely different reactions than everyone else.

cedric was surprised that his friend had found the courage to stand up to the biggest bully of hogwarts.

he also found great amusement in [y/n]’s own shock of realizing what she’d said, and draco’s confusedly shocked expression.

luna, although — unlike everyone else — felt proud of her friend, for finally beginning to speak her mind. whether it was intentional or not.

“finally standing up to me, huh, [y/l/n]?” draco asked, surprisingly gentle.

he smirked.

though, it wasn’t his regular mischievous smirk. not this time, anyways.

instead, it’s more of a proud smirk.

if it were someone like ron — who’d said those words to him, or even looked in his direction, in general — he’d have said something more cruel, and that conceited and mischievous smirk would be back on his lips.

but, he’d always secretly admired the hufflepuff girl, who always managed to ignore the mean comments she’d get daily — the girl who just kept going on with an easy-going smile.

a girl who spread kindness everywhere, no matter if the people she gave it to were non-deserving of it.

there had never been one mean bone in her body.

so — in a way — draco felt incredibly proud of her for defending the group of friends — even, if he didn’t like the group of friends she’d defended.

so, even after she’d chewed the boy out for being so cruel beyond words, he’d actually grown more admirable of her.

and before she knew it, instead of growing to hate him — like ron — she’d began to observe the boy and pity him.

although, it’s never an excuse for someone to bully a person — or many people, in draco’s case — it became incredibly clear that draco was simply just looking for attention.

he was obviously being both emotionally and physically abused by his father.

it wasn’t long before she’d befriended draco, believing that she could help him become a better person. and she did.

he’d realized — with [y/n]’s help — that bullying students because of their blood status was wrong.

it hadn’t been long before he’d shaped himself around.

i know, it sounds incredibly impossible for the draco malfoy to change that fast.

but, in his mind, he didn’t want his first ever, true friend to abandon him, simply just because he couldn’t change his ways.

of course, he had other friends.

but, they were just only his friend, because they feared him.

[y/n] had been the first person to accept him as a person with genuine feelings, and not for the family he came from.

and of course, everyone noticed the change in him.

it’s not everyday that someone as cruel as draco malfoy just changes for the better, out of nowhere.

because you see, in every students’ eyes, draco had done all of this change by himself.

at least, almost everyone.

the twins had noticed how close draco kept himself to [y/n].

they’d noticed that when it was just him — alone — he looked beyond uncomfortable.

but, when him and [y/n] were near each other, he smiled genuinely.

of course, it was platonic, though.

but, others seemed to think it was something else — something else, that it simply wasn’t.

and that was how draco became a trusted friend to [y/n].

then, there was cedric diggory.

cedric was always going to be a given option as a friend to [y/n], considering they’re in the same house.

like [y/n], cedric is a happy, hard-working, kind-hearted lad — the two always made a perfect pair of best friends.

and considering how popular and social the twins have always been, it’s no surprise that [y/n] wanted to stay as far away from them, as much as possible.

i guess, that’s why she only had three friends.

and not to mention, [y/n] was never very good with guys, in general.

thank merlin that cedric wasn’t as bold as the twins when the two first met.

cedric, she could handle.

but, the twins? that was just going to make her turn into a flustered mess.

and that’s exactly what happens a few weeks later, after she’d chewed malfoy out for being a jerk towards the weasley’s, harry, and hermione.

because you see, after that day, fred had begun to notice the brave, yet, shy hufflepuff a lot more than he had before.

he had always known her — he’d thought she was cute ever since she stepped up the stairs and over to the sorting hat, in her first year, and was sorted into hufflepuff.

and the weasley twin would be lying if he’d said that he didn’t have a crush on her since then.

it was tiny, but, nevertheless, it was still a crush — he’d just never really let the fact that he’d never gotten her attention bother him.

but, that’s where he was wrong.

she had noticed him. more specifically, his pranks.

she’d thought he was funny, but just didn’t enjoy how he’d play pranks — that often felt cruel to her — on others.

it was a moral thing for her.

but, it didn’t mean she wasn’t crushing on him.

which, is why, she got even more flustered than before, when she accidentally ran into him in the hallway one day on her way to class.

she’s trying to keep one of her textbooks from falling out of her arms, not paying attention to where she’s walking — at all.

so, about five seconds later, she runs straight into someone’s hard chest, her books and class materials flying everywhere.

she lets a little gasp of surprise leave her lips, instantly looking up at the chest that’s now blocking her way of walking.

as she slowly lifts her eyes up to the face of the firey-haired boy with chocolate brown eyes, her eyes widen in shock as he smirks in amusement at her shyness.

“i—i’m sorry! i don’t know why i wasn’t paying more attention to where i was going…” [y/n] squeaks out, her cheeks flooding with red as he folds his arms on his chest, raising a brow at her nervous state.

she sighs, wanting so badly to curl into a ball and never show her face at hogwarts ever again.

“don’t fret about it, love. accidents happen.” he says flirtatiously as she kneels down to the floor, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before picking up her books and class materials.

her heart flutters at the pet-name, but she tries her best to ignore the swarming butterflies in her stomach and continues to gather her belongings.

he kneels down too, helping her grab the few things she forgot to grab.

“again, i’m sorry. i’m not normally this clumsy.” she apologizes again, sighing as they stand up again, ignoring all the prying eyes nearby.

“it’s quite alright. in fact, feel free to run into me, anytime you want.” he says, before throwing one of his famous winks at her.

this very much causes her to flush as red as a tomato.

after that day, fred started following her around and bothering her with the corniest jokes he could think of.

with time, she got used to it, and he’d even introduced george to her — including, the golden trio.

but, she’d only grown comfortable around the twins.

and before she knew it, the twins were going into their fifth year, while she was going into her fourth year.

considering they’d officially known each other fully when she was only a third-year, she’d allowed herself to trust them over time.

it was shocking that she’d let herself become close with the boys — she wasn’t normally this open to dropping her walls around new people.

it usually took [y/n] months to open up to people, but i suppose that’s understandable with her past.

but, fred and george weren’t just anyone.

the moment that [y/n] had willed herself to give them a chance, they’d shown her nothing but kindness.

granted, fred could sometimes be harsh when it came to pranks, but that’s just who he is.

now, george on the other hand, was the brother that she could go to for anything.

because with time, he became the brother she never knew she needed.

but, fred was a whole other story.

their relationship had grown complicated.

of course, they had that flirty kind of friendship.

it certainly wasn’t a shock that everyone else could see that the two had something going on.

but, fred being the more prideful one of the two, refused to admit to his buried feelings, even when it was so damn obvious to him.

[y/n], however, was a bit different with her feelings — she wasn’t scared of admitting the truth.

in fact, she’d openly told george about how she felt about his brother.

but, because of the fact that fred refused to admit it, it took them way too long to get together.

i mean, why else would he have asked angelina johnson to the yule ball, after draco had asked [y/n] to go with him, during fred’s sixth year and her fifth year?

of course, draco asking [y/n], was strictly platonic; he’d proposed that they go together as friends, if no one else had asked them.

so, she told him that she’d think about it, because she was still holding out for fred to ask her.

and so was george.

in fact, he’d been counting on it — he thought that the night of the yule ball would be the final moment that they’d get together.

and he was right — in a way.

it wasn’t exactly the best way for them to admit there feelings for another, but it happened, one way or another.

after fred had asked angelina to the ball, [y/n] finally agreed to go with draco.

believe me, she’d been terribly upset about it, but she also wasn’t going to dwell on the fact that her best friend — who she just so happened to be in love with — was going to the yule ball with someone else — someone else that wasn’t her.

but, she did her best to swallow down her pride and enjoy the night.

just because the boy she was in love with wasn’t spending the evening with her at some stupid ball, didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it with one of her very best friend’s.

so, she and draco danced together for a few songs, while fred and angelina did about the same.

angelina, george, and draco had noticed the lingering and longing looks exchanged between the two — all three of them.

george had noticed the looks first, considering he’d been watching [y/n] all night, making sure that she was enjoying herself — he’d made draco promise to make it one of the best nights of her life.

but, not even draco could keep [y/n] from feeling the ache in her gut, also known as heartbreak.

she couldn’t bear seeing the boy she loved, dancing with another girl. it hurt too much.

so, she’d excused herself from draco, and ran out into the hall, tears brimming her [y/e/c] eyes.

fred had noticed this, his heart beating an immensely-fast pace, worry filling his body.

draco had ran over to george — and fred, who’d walked over to his twin in a rush, in order to figure out what was wrong with his best friend.

“what did you do?” fred spits out, letting his protective instincts over his best friend get the best of him.

draco’s eyebrows knit together, his jaw clenching at the near-accusation. “i didn’t do anything! it’s you that hurt her.” he exclaims, narrowing his piercing silver eyes at the red-headed boy.

fred furrows his brows, turning to his twin. “what the bloody hell is he talking about?”

george sighs, rolling his eyes at his brother’s obliviousness. “you bloody git! could he and [y/n] be anymore obvious? she’s obviously in love with you!”

fred’s eyes widen in shock, his brows slightly raising in surprise.

he doesn’t even let his mind process what he’s hearing after that.

he just rushes out of the room. all he knows is that he needs to tell the hufflepuff girl how he truly feels.

it’s not long before he appears in the hall, racing after her.

he exclaims her name, causing her to stop abruptly.

she doesn’t turn around, though. she just stays where she is.

she whispers, “what do you want?”

“i want you!” he exclaims, as if it’s that obvious, starting to walk towards her with his heart beating with anxiety.

the fear of things changing between them is the only thing he feels as he marches towards her.

she slowly turns around, not believing the words that just left his mouth.

her throat goes dry, eyes widening as she looks up at him, brows knitting together in bewilderment.

“w—what?” she asks, wondering if she heard wrong.

but, she didn’t — she heard perfectly.

he almost breaks into a smile at the way she looks so adorably confused.

but, he’s focused on something much more important.

“you heard me, [y/l/n]. is it not clear that i’m in love with you?” he asks, walking towards her in quick and steady strides, until he’s right in front of her.

he pants, giving her a gentle, easy-going smile — a smile that sends her heart into a frenzy of flutters.

she feels nauseous, almost sick to her stomach.

but, not in a bad way. it’s in a good way — a feeling that she so adores, because the look on his face; the little crinkle under his eyes when he smiles — brings on a mushy feeling to her heart. it brings her comfort.

so, as he smiles that contagious smile that she oh-so adores, her breath hitches in her throat, feeling breathless.

he notices this reaction, however, and his smile changes into a shit-eating grin — he knows what he’s doing to this girl.

of course, he does.

“n—no, you don’t. c’mon, fred… this is just one of your bloody pranks. you’re terrible when it comes to timing, but this is just cruel…” she trails off, more tears brimming her [y/e/c] orbs.

“wh—what? you think i’m pranking you?” he sputters out, eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“yes! why else would you say something that bloody absurd?” she exclaims back, the tears falling.

fred sees this and goes to wipe them away, but she backs away from him.

“is it really that unbelievable that i bloody fancy you?” he questions incredulously, noticing the heartbroken look on the girl’s face.

but, he knows that the only thing he has to do, is what he’s been thinking about for the past year.

“if you don’t believe me, i’ll just have to prove it to you, love.” he murmurs, barely loud enough for her to hear, before he steps even possibly closer to the girl.

she eyes the twin cautiously, not knowing what he’s going to do next.

she’s suspicious and angry at him.

but, to him — because of her puffy eyes and streaming makeup — it looks as if she’s a disappointed child, who’s been screaming after not having her way.

he slowly places his hands on her cheeks, cupping them, before leaning down and placing a small, but sensual and slow kiss on her lips.

it leaves her utterly shocked to her core.

“believe me now?’” he mumbles breathlessly, after pulling away from her, pressing his forehead to hers.

she can’t help the smile that crosses onto her lips.

after that, it was only seconds, before they were rushing off to the gryffindor common room, soon ripping each other’s clothes off.

weeks after that, things seemed to look good for the two of them; their feelings were finally out in the open, and so was their new and official relationship.

fast forward to a few more months; their relationship has developed since the yule ball and things had grown to be good between the two.

i mean, if it were possible, they’ve become even more in love with each other than they ever had been before.

everyone had noticed this, including george.

it didn’t help that he’d tease them with insufferable jokes and many “i told you so”’s.

but, who wouldn’t?

it was beyond shocking that the troublemaker-prankster weasley and the soft-hearted hufflepuff best friend cared about each other as more than friends.

now, fred could care less about what anyone thinks of him.

he didn’t care about people’s opinions. how could he?

i mean, take his pranks for instance — he doesn’t pull them, just to be popular, or to catch people’s attention.

it was mostly just to entertain himself.

so, a few people having an opinion on his relationship? that’s something he could care less about.

the only opinion that really mattered is [y/n]’s, his families’, and his friends’.

however, that’s where fred and [y/n] were different.

while fred didn’t care about what people thought of their relationship, [y/n] did — she strived off of what people thought of her.

it wasn’t that she was embarrassed of her relationship. no, it was more than that.

she was just a very sensitive person, with a complicated amount of feelings and emotions that she’d like to just ignore.

she loved the firey-haired prankster with every fiber of her being, but it was hard to ignore the lingering, judgmental eyes on them, or the mean comments she’d hear being shared between students.

it’s not that everyone else’s feelings — about the relationship — mattered to her.

it was more about the fact that the hurtful things she’d heard were making her feel unworthy of the weasley boy.

that’s why, when [y/n]’s talking to luna and cedric in the hallway, and fred surprises her by walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, she instantly shrugs him off.

this leads him to giving her a confused look — a similar look to the ones that luna and cedric wear.

if it weren’t for the millions of eyes on the pair, she would’ve leaned into his touch.

noticing the guilty and sad look that crosses his girlfriend’s face, fred tugs on her hand and motions for her to follow him.

she sighs, but nonetheless, nods, before bidding her goodbye to her two confused friends.

the second that they enter a disserted hallway, fred pulls her to a corridor and slides down the floor, lightly tugging for her to sit beside him.

once they’re both on the floor, fred looks over to [y/n], noticing how she stares into space.

“what’s going on with you? you’ve been acting really distant the last few weeks.” he asks, brows knitting together at the way labored breaths leave her lips.

“it’s absurd.” she mumbles, not wanting to admit the real reason that she was feeling so down on herself.

fred’s eyebrows furrow even further, becoming much more confused.

“it can’t be that bad, love. you can tell me.” he murmurs, reaching his hand up to her cheek, tucking a stray strand of [y/h/c] hair behind her ear.

[y/n] looks up at him, her heart fluttering at the calm and kind look in his eyes — a look that convinces her to come forward about how she’s truly feeling.

“everyone says things about us… unkind things.” she sighs, looking away from his curious chocolate brown eyes.

“so? does that bother you? their opinions don’t matter to me. all that matters to me is you.” he says, intertwining their fingers together.

“that’s not it. i don’t care what they think. it’s rather what they say that bothers me.” she mumbles, feeling embarrassed.

“and what kind of things do they say that bother you?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“they say things like… how i’m not good enough for you — like you deserve better. and they’re right. you do deserve better. because… i’m just some silly hufflepuff. there’s not one good thing about me. i can’t stop thinking about the fact that they’re right. you’re such a great guy, freddie. and i’m just me.” she says, tears surfacing to her lids.

he notices this, his face softening at the broken expression she wears.

“darling, you must know, there’s no one better for me than you. it doesn’t matter that they think that i deserve better than you. because i want you, and there’s no one else i’d rather have than you. you’re my entire world. merlin’s beard, don’t you get that?” he states, turning to her as he places his hands on her cheeks, pulling her to him, instantly pressing their lips together.

“sweetheart, you’re absolutely perfect. don’t ever doubt yourself again, alright? there’s no reason to. i love you.” he states in between kisses, causing the girl to giggle and nod, tears drying to her cheeks.

the two share a look of adoration before connecting their lips again in another embrace.

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ginnyweasleymybeloved · 4 years ago

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summer breezes / george weasley

hi crew :) idk why i wrote this but i was in a george mood so here we go ;)

summary: george acts like he hates you, he doesn’t really hate you. you act like you hate him, but you don’t really hate him. chaos ensues.

slight neville x reader for a second

word count: 6.9k

warnings: swearing, george being mean, lil angsty, fluffy at the end, reader’s house is not specified <3, mentions of food, kissing

let me know what you think ;)

“And what do you expect me to do? By the time I’d even realised I was falling I’d already landed face first on the proverbial concrete,” you groaned out in exasperation, while your best friend looked at you with so much distaste that anyone would’ve thought you’d murdered his family pet.

He shook his head, a scowl as clear as day splashed across his lips as he reprimanded you for your heart’s foolishness, “Of all people…” he scoffed in disgust, “Honestly, Y/n.”

“You know, you shouting at me isn’t going to fix anything,” he rolled his eyes at your statement and racked his eyes over your disheveled state. You’d obviously been battling with yourself over your—unfortunate—crush for some time. As your best friend, Ron Weasley knew he’d have to soften up on you eventually, but honestly, it was your own fault for falling for one of his disastrous siblings.

You were currently sprawled out on Harry’s bed, across from the red-headed boy you’d known since you were in nappies, your arms hanging off the edges of Harry’s four-poster. Neither you or Ron had a clue where Harry, or Hermione, had disappeared off to today. Harry was probably on the quidditch pitch practicing while Hermione haunted the library, you supposed as you listened to Ron’s rantings, wishing they’d been there to mediate.

“—of all of my siblings too! You couldn’t have picked, oh I don’t know, Charlie? Or Fred even? Merlin, even Ginny! But no! You just had to go and bloody fall for the only Weasley who actively cannot stand you.” You only caught that portion of his rave, having gotten lost in the idea of being coddled sympathetically by Harry or Hermione. You adore Ron, really, he’s your loyalist and longest friend, but Merlin was he a total drama queen.

“Charlie is five years older than me, Fred is my wingman and honestly, I snogged him on a dare last summer and I wasn’t that impressed and in case you’ve forgotten, Ronald, Ginny is dating Harry,” you lectured, ignoring how he rolled his eyes as you continued, “Also I’m well aware that he hates me. You don’t need to keep reminding me.”

His composure cracked after hearing your depressed mumble, and with a sigh he moved from his spot on his own bed and made the short trip over to Harry’s. Ron gently pulled you into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress and sat himself down next to you. He let out a heavy sigh, still slightly shaking his head—he couldn’t seem to stop—, then he dropped a heavy arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, finally offering you the comfort you’d been seeking out in the first place.

“S’alright, Y/n. Maybe he’ll get hit in the head with a bludger and forget he’s hated you since he was four.” Ron encouraged, very weakly.

You released a sigh of your own at that, “I feel like I’m betraying myself here. Like I’m letting that stupid git win.” Ron couldn’t stop the laugh he let out at your grumble.

“I’ll be honest, I thought he’d be the first to crack. You can be quite scary when you get going.” Ron divulged, shuddering at the memories of when he’d been on the receiving end of your rath.

Your family and the Weasley family had been extremely close since before you or Ron were even born, which meant you’d grown up alongside all of the Weasley children. Of course, because of your ages you and Ron had been attached at the hip as infants and remained that way even now, late into your fifth year of Hogwarts. Most of the Weasley children simply adored you, as you did them. However, there was one boy who, for whatever reason, hated you to your very core and as far as you could remember; he always had.

He is none other than the younger of the two twins; George Weasley. Despite the fact that Fred was actually quite fond of you, his twin refused to warm up to you in any way, shape or form. No, the tall and annoyingly attractive boy had made it his life’s mission not to get along with you, but instead, wage a war on you that spanned for the entirety of your childhood and adolescence.

“When did things change? When did it stop being a challenge? When did it start affecting me like this? I used to take his insults like a champ! I used to get him back worse!” You wondered out loud, letting your head flop onto Ron’s broad shoulder as he let out a puff of air through his nose.

“You still take it like a champ, numpty,” he chastised you gently, recoiling ever so slightly when you lurched forward in complete defeat. Your hands shot up to cover your face as you rested your forehead against your knees.

“No! I don’t,” you murmured dejectly, lifting your face from your hands to make eye contact with Ron. “Do you remember the other night in the Great Hall? When Neville told me he thought my hair looked pretty? And George, out of bloody nowhere, comes over and says and I quote, ‘I wouldn’t waste your time on this one, Longbottom. You’d have a better time kissing that toad of yours.’ Do you remember that?” Ron raised an eyebrow and nodded in confusion, your voice seemed to be steadily rising in octaves as you recalled the events of the other night. He had to admit, it had been an unusually unnecessary comment on George’s part, but the youngest Weasley boy wasn’t really sure where you were going with it.

“Well do you remember how I had said, ‘how’s that girlfriend of yours, Georgie? Figured out a way to make her stop being invisible yet?’ and then remember I rushed off? Do you wanna know where I rushed off to?” You pressed, watching intently as Ron nodded his head, unsure if he even wanted to know. “I went to the bathroom and I cried! I cried, Ron! Over something George bloody Weasley said to me!”

His eyes widened at that. Never once had George ever managed to properly upset you.

“And over something as small as that? I’ve heard him say a lot worse to your face.” Ron said in disbelief and you nodded, expression mimicking his as if you couldn’t believe it yourself.

“Right? And it’s like everytime he says something mean to me now my stomach drops and it actually hurts,” Ron regarded you softly, his eyes sad while he rubbed your back as you buried your face in your hands yet again, “Do you know what’s worse though?”

Ron opened his mouth to hazard a guess but no sound escaped as he drew nothing but blanks.

“I actually care what he thinks of me now. As if I actually value his idiotic opinions of me.”

It was at that moment that Harry entered the room sporting muddy quidditch gear and a confused expression, “May I ask why we’re having a heart to heart on my bed?”

Ron shrugged, continuing to rub soothing circles into your back as he told Harry mournfully, “Y/n likes George.”

“Merlin.” Harry whispered, as horrified to learn of your crush as Ron had been. “But, Y/n, he hates you! I mean he really hates you-“ the chosen one was cut off by a pillow making contact with his face. Ron had chucked it at him the second he felt your form begin to shake beneath his touch.

“Bloody hell, Harry! You’ve gone and upset her even more!” He whispered harshly. Harry quickly set his broom down and plopped himself down beside you, leaving you trapped between himself and Ron. The green-eyed boy rested his cheek against your lightly shaking back and managed to snake his arms around your torso.

“Sorry. Shouldn’t have said that.” He told you genuinely. “Should we go and find Hermione?”

You only shook your head. Embarrassment quickly overtook you as you realised your were crying in front of your two best friends over George fucking Weasley.

“No. No, I’m okay. It’s fine,” you sat up and hastily wiped your tears away.

“It’s okay to be upset, Y/n,” Harry spoke softly, squeezing your middle in a short hug, getting mud from his quidditch practice all over you.

With a resolute shake of your head you stood up and faced the boys, who each looked at you with pity filled eyes, then you spoke as steadily as you could, “I’m not upset. He hasn’t upset me,” you weren’t fooling anyone, really. Your eyes were bloodshot, your cheeks and nose were red and your voice was slightly hoarse when you spoke. The boys entertained you anyway, nodding in agreement.

“I’m telling you this as his brother and your best mate; you can do better.” Ron told you honestly, he wasn’t lying either, you were the type of girl who could get any boy she wanted without lifting a finger. Well, not any boy—obviously— but that wasn’t anything to do with you. Ron had his suspicions in regards to why his brother acted like such a knob towards you, however he’d been thrown off his scent recently when the older ginger stopped being mean to you teasingly in favour of being just plain mean.

You gave Ron the best smile you could muster at his words, “You are absolutely right, Ronald.”

Harry snorted before making his way over to Ron’s trunk, he rifled through it for a few seconds before pulling out one of Ron’s jumpers. He casually tossed, what you recognised to be Ron’s Christmas jumper from Molly, over to you with a grin, “Put that on. I got muck all over you.”

You had plenty of your own Christmas jumpers made by Molly Weasley but they were all the way over in your own dorm. Besides, you liked stealing the ones made for the boys as they were usually far too big for you which made them extremely comfortable to wear.

So you happily pulled the maroon jumper over your head, the wool effectively covering your dirtied t-shirt.

“Oh yes, by all means, you two just work away.” Ron grunted sarcastically. In all honesty, he didn’t care if you stole every piece of fabric he owned, if it made you feel better, he couldn’t care less.

“Right,” you said, making your way to the door of the dorm room, “I think I’ll go for a walk before the sunsets, calm myself down a bit.”

The boys nodded, “See you at dinner?” Ron asked and you gave him a smile and a small nod of confirmation before you set off out of the Gryffindor common room.

Thankfully, you didn’t run into George on your way out. You walked peacefully through the gardens and behind the greenhouses, it was around five in the evening and the sun was beginning to stoop low behind the tree line. The days were beginning to take on a chill as October approached quickly, you’d gone out without grabbing a jacket and you couldn’t deny that you were beginning to feel the cold nipping at your skin despite Ron’s jumper. Pulling the sleeves further down your wrists you carried on, trudging forward through the fallen leaves of the garden, you weren’t ready to go back inside yet. Going back to the castle meant you’d have to look your problem in the face, literally. You settled on the fact that you’d rather endure the physical cold rather than the emotional coldness you were sure to receive from George at dinner.

When you’d reached the back of the third greenhouse you could faintly hear someone humming to themselves and a soft smile found your lips when you saw who it was. Neville sat on a chair in the greenhouse, right by a plant that you hadn’t a clue what it was called, seemingly humming the little tune for the plant in question. Despite his undeniable clumsiness, there was something about Neville Longbottom that soothed you greatly. He has a good soul and his heart is usually in the right place, even if his head is sometimes screwed on slightly loose.

Gently, trying not to startle him you knocked on the closed door of the greenhouse before you opened it and walked in, “Hi, Neville. Mind if I join you?”

Neville blushed slightly but nodded his head, “Course! There’s a spare chair just there,” he pointed nervously to the chair. Once you settled yourself beside him, he let himself relax slightly.

“What sort of plant is this?” You asked him curiously. You really liked plants but you weren’t the best at keeping them alive, Neville though, seemed to be something of a green thumb.

He beamed at your question and quickly began to explain everything about the plant before you. You didn’t absorb a lot of it but listening to Neville speak so freely, something he rarely got to do amidst the other Gryffindor boys, filled you with a sense of serenity. Between his voice and the light wind that blew against the glass building, you’d completely forgotten about your red-headed problem.

“—sorry, I’m probably boring you. My nan says I have a tendency to ramble.” He cut himself off, cheeks heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

With a small giggle you only shook your head at the brown haired boy, “You’re not boring me at all! I quite like listening to you speak,” you admitted although you felt a bit silly after saying it out loud. Neville seemed to grow even more flustered after the words left your lips.

His eyes searched your face for any sign that you were teasing him, but all he saw was your kind eyes and comforting smile. Not exactly sure about what to say to you, Neville made an observation, “You’re cold.”

You gave him a nonchalant shrug, “I’m okay.”

Completely unsatisfied with your answer, Neville shook his head in protest and shrugged off his jacket. He was used to spending a lot of time in the garden so he was usually sporting far more layers than necessary, just in case. “Here, wear this. You’ll catch a cold otherwise,” he fretted and you didn’t have the heart to turn his offer down, you didn’t want to turn it down either, you were absolutely freezing. Gratefully you accepted the jacket and wasted no time in pulling it on.

“Thank you, Neville,” he looked you over for a moment, you could tell he was debating with himself on whether or not to speak, after a long few seconds of his eyes running over you he spoke.

“You look nice- I, uh, the jacket. You look nice in the jacket- I mean, the jacket looks nice on you-“ another giggle left your lips and effectively put the boy’s fumbled ramble to an end.

“Again, thank you, Neville. You are unbelievably kind.” You told him sincerely, quite enjoying the blush that adorned his cheeks.

“We should probably head back to the castle for dinner now. It’s gotten dark,” Neville said, standing up after giving his plant a loving pat.

The walk back to the castle with Neville was nice. The pair of you chatted idly about school subjects and house drama, but you had to admit, you weren’t paying a huge amount of attention to the conversation.

“Thanks again for lending me your jacket,” you said sweetly, shrugging the jacket off as you reached the main hall of the castle.

Neville, who seemed to be in a perpetual state of bashfulness, took the jacket back gently, a rosy blush painting his features, “It was no problem, really.”

Neville had always been incredibly kindhearted, sometimes to his own detriment. He treated people with respect and never turned anyone away if they needed help with anything at all. He is sweet, honest, loyal and, whether you liked him or not, he is indisputably adorable. And you found yourself thinking about how entirely better your life would be if your heart had chosen Neville to have a romantic fondness towards.

After separating from Neville, you made your way towards the Great Hall. On your way you bumped into Fred Weasley, who surprisingly, wasn’t accompanied by his twin. He greeted you with a wide smile and, as he always did, he ruffled your hair.

“So! I have a proposition for you,” the look on his face as he spoke was nothing short of wicked, a pit of nerves began to form in your stomach with the way his eyes were lit up excitedly.

“What are you proposing?” You encouraged exhaustedly. Whatever it was would probably end with you running from Filch.

Fred lopped his long arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you along with him as he walked in the opposite direction of the Great Hall. Any chance of you getting fed this evening had gone out the window the second Fred clapped eyes on you, you’d made your peace with it. “I’m glad you asked, princess- “ at the sound of the pet name you let out a guttural groan.

“Freddie, please, I’m not in the mood to help you make some poor girl jealous just so you can get a snog,” you whined weakly only for the boy to ruffle your hair and tug you closer to his side.

“Let me finish! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he paused to glare at you jokingly and you smiled apologetically, “I have a plan to make George stop acting like a prat.”

A disbelieving scoff left your lips, “Yeah that’s likely,” Fred laughed and pinched your cheek lightly before carrying on.

“Angelina told me that she heard you crying in the girls toilets the other night,” he informed you. Your eyes widened in shock and confusion, you didn’t think anyone was in there with you and you also couldn’t piece together what your moment of weakness had to do with Fred’s master plan. “And before you start, I know it’s because of George.”

“That’s ridiculous, Fred.” You lied, unconvincingly.

Fred laughed again, it was a gentle laugh that let you know he hadn’t come here to tease you but to help you, “I know it’s ridiculous and that’s exactly why I know you’ve been so down in the dumps the last few days.”

“Besides,” he started again when you remained silent, “Why else would Ron be giving his brother the silent treatment?”

“What does any of this have to do with your plan?” You asked, eyes sad and heart heavy for the second time that day. You’d only just managed to get the whole thing out of your mind, and yet, here it was again.

“Well I happen to know why George acts the way he does,” you met him with a raised eyebrow and a bored expression.

“Because he hates me, I know.” Fred’s lips grew into a wicked grin and he shook his head, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“That’s where you’re wrong. He doesn’t hate you,” he lowered his lips to hover right by your ear before he whispered quietly, “He loves you.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed the boy away, fixing him with a hard stare, “Come on, Fred. That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking!” He exclaimed desperately, “We were in potions making amortentia, yeah? And Slughorn called George up to tell the class what he smelled and do you know what he said?” Fred retold madly, knowing full well that this was possibly the only opening he’d get to make the two of you realise your own feelings. Fred was well aware that you developed a crush on George, he picked up on it the second you began looking crestfallen when hit with a snide remark from his twin. He knew long before now that George had loving feelings towards you too, but their recent potions class was the only hard evidence he had to support his theory.

You shrugged helplessly in response, and Fred grabbed your shoulders and looked down at you urgently, “He said it smelled of cloudberries, daisies and-this is a direct quote-‘summer breezes’,” you stared at him numbly, not exactly sure what to say as the description did match the perfume you’d been wearing regularly since you were thirteen.

“That’s you, Y/n!” Fred confirmed and you pulled your lips between your teeth before shaking your head in complete denial.

“Lots of girls wear that perfume-“ Fred cut you off, ruthlessly.

“Name one.” You racked your brain but you genuinely couldn’t name another person who wore the same perfume as you. “You can’t, can you? Because it’s your smell!”

“Ok fine! So it’s my smell, what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?” Fred rolled his eyes in exhaustion at you.

“Blimey, you’re as daft as he is sometimes, do you know that?” Fred ran his hands down his face in exasperation before looking at you softly, “I except you to come with me so we can drive him mental for a bit and if he gets nasty I’ll embarrass him because I’m an incredible brother.”

You let him lead you towards Gryffindor Tower all while complaining about how you were starving only for Fred to hush you each time you let out a hungered whine, “We can raid the kitchen later on, love,” he promised and you sighed in defeat, “That’s the spirit.”

When the pair of you entered the Gryffindor common room, George was already there, probably waiting for Fred to return it. He sat one one of the sofas that faced the fire, completely relaxed and you hated the fact that you thought he looked amazingly ethereal with the way the flames from the fire lit his skin in an orange glow.

He hadn’t noticed you yet and Fred took notice of this. The older twin subtly slid his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers with his before turning his head and shooting you a mischievous wink. Fred Weasley was a nightmare, but when he was on your side, he never failed to make you smile.

Accepting that whatever Fred was about to drag you into would result in nothing but chaos you took a deep breath and followed Fred over to the sofa.

“What is she doing here?” George practically seethed, despite the intensity of his glare, you didn’t miss the nervous look he shot in Fred’s direction. What you had missed, though, was how harshly he’d clenched his jaw upon noticing your intertwined hands.

You decided that tonight you’d play the game slightly differently, if what Fred was saying was true, it would make things all the more entertaining. So, instead of your usual menacing glare and ego-shattering insult you met George with an innocent smile, “Was just hanging out with Freddie, thought I’d come say hello,” you said, sitting in the middle of the two twins.

George stared at you suspiciously, “Hello. That all?”

“Hi. No, actually, I think I’ll sit with you for a while. If that’s okay?” Fred was smirking from his spot beside you as he watched George’s face contort.

“You’ve never wanted to sit with me before.” He told you, squinting his eyes and trying to decipher what you were up to. He couldn’t lie to himself, he definitely wouldn’t mind you staying so close to him for a while, however he’d also sooner die then let you think you had the upper hand.

His and your composure cracked simultaneously at your next sentence, your truthful and somewhat vulnerable mumble of, “Well, you’ve never given me a chance to.” He knew you were right so he didn’t say anymore, opting to shift his gaze to the roaring fire, trying his best not to let his mind linger on the fact that you were wearing his brother’s jumper. His nose perked up at the scent that drifted from your spot, unusually close to him. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d fancied you for a long time, but, there was also no denying that he’d done a perfect job of making you hate him. Yet, as much as he wanted to just cut the crap, tell you that he thinks you’re the most insufferably beautiful girl he’d ever seen and kiss you and never ever stop, his pride would never allow him to cave. Especially not when you challenged him so effortlessly.

“So how come you were headed to dinner so late anyway?” Fred piqued up, growing tired of the lack of hostility between yourself and his twin.

“Oh. I was sort of worked up earlier so I decided to go for a walk ‘round the greenhouses. I bumped into Neville and I suppose I just lost track of time,” you explained halfheartedly.

Fred let yet another smirk overtake his face, “Longbottom, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you let out a short giggle while shaking your head, sure, it would’ve been a good topic to tease George with, however, Neville was simply too sweet to be used as a pawn.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s very sweet. But he’s just a friend,” George looked almost satisfied with that answer, his usual scowl making an appearance once again.

“He could do better.” It was a barefaced lie. Neville couldn’t do better than you. In fact, George was of the firm belief that nobody could do better than you.

“Of course he could, he’s quite the charmer,” you spoke wistfully, finally giving Fred the show he’d been hoping for, as you egged George on.

George pretended to think for a moment, “I’m sure he is. Personally I think you’d be more suited to Filch, although, I’ve heard his standards are quite high.”

You took the boy by surprise when you laughed, the airy giggle left your mouth had such a profound effect on George that he almost wished he’d kept his mouth shut. His heart was leaping and there were butterflies beginning to form in his stomach, he physically had to will himself not to stare at you in awe when your eyes turned to meet his. The glow of the fire only aided in showing him how gorgeous those stupid eyes of yours are. “Mmm, yeah I suppose I should lower my expectations,” you paused briefly and mimicked George’s earlier motion of pretending to mull over your options. Your next action had Fred practically howling with laughter.

“You’re available, aren’t you Georgie?” You’d asked in a mock sultry tone, leaning towards him and lightly brushing your hand down his arm. Loving the way he choked on air you got up from the sofa, not before shooting him a wink, and sauntered towards the portrait hole, “I’ll be in the kitchens. See ya later, sexy.” You directed the last part at George, who looked as though he’d been frozen in time as Fred’s laughter grew in volume.

Upon entering the kitchen, the house elves had fussed around you, handing you food at any given opportunity. You had finished eating a while ago, you were currently nursing a hot cup of tea while chatting away to one of the house elves, only to be interrupted by someone else entering the kitchen.

He set his sights on you and quickly moved to the seat across from you, a look of urgency on his face that reminded you of Fred, “Whatever he told you. It’s not true,” you raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea uncaringly.

“Mind elaborating?” You asked tiredly.

“Fred.”

“Thank you, George, very clear and helpful,” you grumbled sarcastically and the boy let out a huff.

“You were acting different. You know something. What did he tell you?” George demanded through gritted teeth and you only deflated against your chair. It always boggled your mind how everyone described George as the nicer of the twins.

Not answering, you decided to start asking your own questions, “Can I ask you something?”

“Seems like you’re going to no matter what I say,” he sighed out as an elf pottered up to him and handed him a cup full of hot tea. He took it gently and thanked the elf with such sincerity that you wished you hadn’t seen the exchange, simply because it stung to know he’d never treat you with that level of sincerity.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He sat frozen for a second. Your tone of voice took him by surprise. It was needy bordering on desperate, nothing like he’d ever heard you speak before, not to him anyway.

George took a sip of his tea and shrugged as if the question was a stupid one, “I don’t.” A cold, humourless laugh came from you in response, the kind of laugh that made his stomach drop.

“Bollox. I’m being serious, George. Tell me what it is about me that makes me so insufferable to you!” You exclaimed, heart rate increasing and tone raising in octaves as you felt yourself growing more upset by his reserved expression.

George let out a heavy sigh, the jig was about to be up. You were upset and merlin was he tired of pretending that he didn’t want you in every way, shape and form.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.” There was no trace of hesitance or uncertainty in your voice, at this point you didn’t care what the answer was you just had to know.

“Fine,” he said all too casually and you knew by his tone that he, as per usual, wasn’t taking you seriously. “I don’t hate you. The only insufferable thing about you is how annoyingly gorgeous-“ you cut him off right then, with a scoff of pure disbelief.

Shaking your head rapidly, you stood from your chair and all but stormed out of the kitchen. His footsteps began to echoed behind you a few corridors later, he would’ve caught up to you sooner had your response to his would be confession not left him completely immobile. He called your name but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. Tears stung your eyes and you absolutely refused to let him know that he’d managed to bring you to the point of tears. Not that it was the first time.

“Bloody hell, Y/n! Hold on would you?” He called, finally getting close enough to reach out and grab your wrist. He spun you around to face him and quickly placed his hands on your upper arms to stop you from doing another runner. When he took you in he swore he’d never hate himself more than he did the moment he looked at you to see your eyes filled with tears, small drops escaping and carving a trail down your cheeks while you sniffed miserably.

“What?” You snapped, hostility the only thing you felt like offering the ginger in the moment. His brown eyes bored into yours with so much intensity but they held something you didn’t recognise. They looked sad, almost.

“I wasn’t making fun of you.” He stated honestly but you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes set in a glare.

“Then what were you doing?” You croaked, letting your tears fall freely as the damage was already done. The sinking of your stomach and the tightening of your chest didn’t do a thing to ease your mind as George’s hands squeezed your arms.

He licked his lips quickly, he felt they’d become unbearably dry, and then slowly, he let his hands trail down your arms and took your smaller hands into his own. He hoped you were feeling the same electricity he was when he touched you.

“I’ve been a prick to you. You didn’t deserve it and I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere, but you second guessed him. For all you knew it was just some elaborate prank, Fred was probably in on it too.

When your gaze didn’t soften, he continued to speak, “So I understand why you wouldn’t believe me when I tell you that I don’t hate you. But I just-“ he cut himself off with a heavy sigh.

“You just what?” You squeaked when his eyes spent a moment too long observing your lips. You hardly had time to register the feeling of his hands leaving yours before they were cupping your cheeks instead. “What’re you doing?” You wondered, completely dazed by the way he stared at you. His warm hands holding your face causing your stomach to jolt in an entirely different sensation than before. As much as you wanted to push him away and tell him to shove his apology, you couldn’t help but take him in. His lips were parted ever so slightly and his cheeks were flushed, probably from chasing you through the castle, his hair was disheveled and merlin he looked like he wanted to kiss you.

Your question floated in the air, completely unanswered. Next thing you knew his lips were on yours. He kissed you as if you were oxygen and he’d just been drowning and you couldn’t help but move your lips harmonically against his too. Your hands clutched his wrists as he continued to cradle your cheeks. In all honesty you weren’t sure at what point he’d backed you against the wall, or at what point his tongue had entered your mouth or when exactly his hands had migrated to your hips, yours now tangled in his hair. His body was pressed flush against yours and the small groans he’d let out when you tugged at his hair or ran your tongue against his made you realise that you couldn’t care less if this was one big prank or joke. It was happening and that’s all you cared about.

Even as he reluctantly pulled away, he chased your lips with several shorter kisses before separating entirely. He rested his forehead against yours, his guard completely down now as he admired your swollen lips and heaving chest. The feeling of your fingers in his hair made it nearly impossible for him to keep his lips detached from yours, “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”

Your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was lying, when you found none you finally let yourself smile. A similar smile formed on George’s face, “I meant what I said earlier. I really do think you’re annoyingly gorgeous,” the boy silently praised himself when you let out a cute giggle.

“You’re quite cute too. When you’re not running that massive mouth of yours,” you teased although you weren’t really joking, to your surprise George let out a bellowing laugh before placing a fluttering kiss against your lips.

When he pulled away again he looked around the hallway, as if he only now realised where he was. Luckily nobody was wandering the halls since curfew was fast approaching and the unwelcoming cold that occupied the hallways left little reason for students or staff to be out and about. George slid his hand into yours again, this time intertwining your fingers with his. He gave you a hopeful glance and asked, “Do you wanna go somewhere?”

You nodded your head and let him tug you into one of the abandoned astronomy classrooms on the upper floor of the castle, Filch rarely ever patrolled up there which is why George decided on it. As well as that, since the classroom, which had been out of use for a good few years, had been used for astronomy the ceiling was bewitched to reflect the night sky.

George hadn’t come to this particular class in a while but thinking on his feet he remembered the cupboard at the back of the classroom used to hold blankets, he remembered when the classroom had been in use during his first year, students would be all but freezing during the winter, so they’d stocked the classroom with blankets to be brought out during the colder months.

He made his way over to the cupboard and grinned happily when his hand landed on a rather large woollen blanket. The material was scratchy but it would do for what he needed it for. He grabbed one more blanket from the dusty press before he made his way back over to you.

George suppressed a chuckle as he watched you, your face completely turned up, watching the stars on the ceiling with awe in your eyes. He busied himself with laying the wool blanket out on the bare floor, the room was devoid of tables and chairs so he didn’t have to worry about finding a space. Once he was finished, he plopped down on the blanket and expectantly patted the empty space beside him, “Come on then, sit down,” he urged and you finally tore your eyes away from the charmed ceiling.

A small laugh left your lips when you settled yourself down beside him, he wasted no time in covering the pair of you in the second blanket. With an exaggerated sigh he laid back and waited for you to do the same, he turned on his side to face you when you did. In contrast to earlier, George had an air of nervousness about him as he deftly took your hand and began playing with your fingers, not meeting your eyes. “Just out of curiosity,” he began quietly, making eye contact with you now, “What exactly did Fred tell you?”

His question forced a somewhat smug smirk to crawl onto your lips and you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to tease him. You leaned up on your elbows and twisted slightly so you could look down at him, trying not to waste too much time admiring the view, you answered him, “Oh, nothing really. Your lovely twin just happened to mention that you had a very eventful potions class the other day…” you trailed off, biting back a smile as he groaned.

“Mhm and what was it that he said you smelled from the amortentia?” You poked his cheek and he closed his eyes, a tiny smile growing on his face despite his blushing cheeks. “Cloudberries…oh! And daisies, now, what was the other thing? Let me think-“ you pretended to ponder before George cut you off by pulling you down on him and pressing his lips to yours in a kiss much softer than any of the others.

“Summer breezes,” he whispered against your lips before connecting them again, “It smelled like you,” and with that his hand snaked to the nape of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours, pouring all of his feelings into it, hoping it was enough. In all honesty, now that he’d felt what it was like to love you, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to go back to pretending to hate you.

Once he pulled away you were completely breathless, however, George seemed to have more to say. “I don’t want us to go back to the way we were,” absentmindedly you brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking the red strands soothingly as he continued to confide in you, his voice, face and body completely vulnerable to you. Something about him trusting you with his feelings reassured you that his intentions were pure and banished any notion you possessed of the whole thing being a joke, “I didn’t like it, acting like that but you were always so unbothered that I felt like I had keep one upping you,” he confessed.

“You always gave me this feeling in my stomach whenever you’d come over to the Burrow with your parents when we were little and I didn’t understand it. I just thought that it must’ve meant I didn’t like you…” George seemed to get lost in his own mind as he gazed at you regretfully, his fingers trailed the length of your spine sofly, “By the time I realised, we were both older and I suppose I just thought you couldn’t feel the same ‘cause I made you hate me,” you hummed in acknowledgment, your fingers still working his hair, keeping it out of his eyes that looked at you so intently that you could’ve drowned in them and died happy.

“But then the other night after dinner Angie slapped me upside the head and talked my ear off about how out of order I’d been—obviously I agree with her! You weren’t even talking to me but Neville was complimenting you and I don’t know… just got possessive,” he muttered the last part, losing some confidence but regained it upon seeing the little smile on your lips. “Then Ron looked about ready to push me off the astronomy tower when I saw him this evening. Blimey, I knew it had to have something to do with you since Harry was snippy too.” You had to laugh at the exhausted look on his face when he recalled your two best friends.

Mockingly, you gave him a stern look and clicked your tongue, “Well, perhaps if you weren’t so mean to me all of this could’ve been avoided,” George groaned once again, feeling guilty he pulled you even closer and buried his face in your neck.

“M’sorry,” you carded your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his head. Your lips against his head caused him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, “Forgive me?” He asked, a cute pout on his lips.

“I’ll think about it,” you teased, giggling at the offended look on his face. George let out a dissatisfied sigh, he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before giving you a toothy smile.

“Don’t worry, love. I plan on making it up to you.”

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Harry Potter masterlist 2- all fics from 25th January 2020

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Severus Snape

My Boy Lollipop*-teasing Severus doesn’t go down well...

Temporary Arrangement*- After your house is attacked by death eaters, Severus isn’t too happy with how eager Sirius is to ‘support’ you

Drunken Memories- after a drunken night together, you and severus realise your feelings for one another. (Implied smut)

Release*-severus is in need of a different kind of release...

Eyes Off- Severus makes it abundantly clear that you are his. (Implied smut)

Slumped- there was only one bed 🤪

Noisy*- Severus has always been a man of extreme self control...

Tears*-in which Severus is particularly rough with you... and you absolutely adore it.

Trying It Out*- after reading about it in a magazine, you want to try something new in the bedroom

Keep Trying*- you and Severus are determined to keep trying until you get the desired result

Sectumsempra- Severus is devastated when you’re hit with his own curse

Perfect Pillow- after a long mission, you’re particularly tired

Map- your brother, James, discovers where you have been sneaking off to…

Thank God for Tablecloths*- you tease severus at the table, and he’s not best pleased with your behaviour

Headspace*- Severus cares for you afterwards…

Getting What You Ask For*- Severus is more than willing to fulfil your wants…

Bite Your Tongue *- headmaster severus pays you a visit

Mating*

Lucius Malfoy

Be Careful What You Wish For *- you really should be careful when you’re teasing Lucius...

Concern- Lucius takes care of you while you’re sick

Generosity*- rules are made to be broken…

A Little Lesson*- Lucius guides you through giving your first BJ

Remus Lupin

Protective- it’s close to the full moon and Moony is feeling pretty protective of his mate. Sirius means well, he really does.

Gently Does It*- you take it slow in the mornings...

Wingman- Sirius takes action to get remus to actually speak to you

Pups*- Remus wants to fill you up...

A Rough Moon- Remus needs some TLC after a particularly rough night

Keep Going*- Remus challenges you to keep going...

Slipping into it*- you fall into subspace for the first time, but remus is there with all the aftercare you could ever want

On Holiday *- remus never knew seeing you in a bikini would get him going…

Enjoying the view*- remus has a good look when you get out of the shower…

Food Play*

Sirius Black

Wear Them With Pride- Sirius hates the tattoos he received from Azkaban, but you’re determined to convince him otherwise. (Not smut but it is a bit steamy :))

Found Out- Mrs Weasley isn’t pleased when she discovers who you’re going out with

Stretch Marks- Sirius assures you that he couldn’t care less what you look like. You’re perfect to him.

Switching It Up*- In which you try being the dominant one in the bedroom

Fucking with a Full Bladder*

Ron Weasley

Take a Break-Ron insists you take a break from studying

Nurture- Ron is in awe of you as you feed your baby

Cedric Diggory

Mind Your Manners*- it was only a slip of the tongue...

Narcissa Malfoy

Taking Care- Narcissa makes sure you’re well looked after

Spanking/Caning*

Newt Scamander

New Dress*- your new dress is rather enticing...

Let Me Show You How*- you show newt just how you like it

George Weasley

In the Back Room*- you and George sneak off for a moment alone...

Multi

Exception*- Lucius doesn’t share, but severus is the exception. (Lucius x reader x severus)

Control*- Lucius and Severus expect a certain degree of self control...

Perfect Girl*- they adore having you all spread out for them... (Lucius x reader x Severus)

Rulebreakers*- you catch Severus and Lucius breaking a rather simple rule.

Putting on a Show*- Sirius has been a little brat (remus x reader x Sirius)

Working Your Way Up*- you want to try something new in the bedroom, but your boys insist on training you for it

#masterlist #harry potter masterlist

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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countdown (f.w.)

prompt: a new year on the horizon. new plans, new start, new love? maybe for some, but fred weasley is absolutely hung up on the girl he’s fancied since he graduated from hogwarts years ago.

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

warnings: drinking and just some cute fred fluff!

word count: 5.5k

a/n: honestly, the timeline of this is whenever fred and george graduated from hogwarts, but also the golden trio?? but also i don't know?? amuse me and pretend like you know what’s going on because i sure dont LMAOOOO anyway here’s wonderwall...

The Burrow was at max capacity, housing not only the majority of the Weasley family, but Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and you, of course. It was holiday break for Hogwarts and Molly insisted on having over all of Ronald’s friends as well as friends from Fred and George’s time at Hogwarts. The gesture was more than kind, but it did make for tight quarters having four more extra guests in the house. However, the Weasley’s always found a way to make things work; Hermione stayed with Ginny in her room, Harry in Ron’s room, while you delightfully stayed in Bill and Charlie’s vacant room. It was a full house to say the least. And a full house meant lots of hustle and bustle.

Today was a rather special day, more so to Hermione than anyone else. It was New Year’s Eve. The most exciting of all holidays according to the young witch Granger. The holiday was celebrated in the Weasley household, but Hermione insisted that there should be a large celebration this year. Lots of lights, fun games, and the suggestion of a fire works show peaked Fred and George’s interest a lot more...

You weren’t going to lie. It all sounded fun to you. The only thing that made your heart skip a beat was the proposal of the New Year’s kiss. “It’s a tradition that you have to kiss someone when the clock strikes midnight. It supposed to be for good luck and happiness in the new year,” Hermione beamed on the couch, a blushing Ronald Weasley next to her. “I mean, I’ve never had a new year’s kiss, but maybe this year things may change...” she trails off, side-eyeing Ron as he shifts in his seat, uncomfortable about all of the eyes on him.

A new year’s kiss. How was this supposed to play out? Ron would surely kiss Hermione, Harry would kiss Ginny, and you? You were friends with Fred and George. Simply friends. Nothing more, nothing less. You became fast friends when you were at Hogwarts and kept in touch after your graduation, but nothing ever blossomed romantically from those friendships (unfortunately).

Although you were mates, Fred Weasley always did something to you. You knew he had the reputation of being the boy who played around with girls until he was done and you knew he had a history of romance with your close friend, Alicia, but still your feelings for him remained no matter how many signs pointed to no. Fred was quite the catch; charming, funny, handsome, witty, and clever. He was nothing short of what you wanted. But you told yourself constantly whilst in school with him, “If he wanted to, he would have.” Since Fred never made a move on you in school, you decided for the both of you that a relationship or any kind of romance wasn’t in the cards for you. Your relationship was strictly platonic much to your dismay.

However, you weren’t going to let the thought of you not having someone to kiss on New Year’s get you down. The celebration would be fun. You had good company, good food, and you were certain the twins had something fun up their sleeves.

New Year’s Eve rolled around quickly and preparations for nightfall were beginning. Hermione hung up shimmery gold and silver garland around the house as Ron blew up balloons, face growing red from blowing up so many. Harry tied strings to the balloons, laughing as Ron went red in the face from blowing them up. Ginny helped her mother in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the occasion. Fred and George on the other hand....

“(Y/N)! Could you come out here and give me a hand?” George calls from outside the Burrow as you follow the sound of his voice.

Outside, he stands around a troff of trunks, bags, and suitcases. Most of them labelled fragile or dangerous. Your eyes widen, “Woah, Georgie, where did you get all of this stuff?” you laugh, looking around at the mess of things in front of you.

George beams, “Storage from the joke shoppe. A bunch of this stuff is from overstock that Fred and I have. Lots of fireworks, gizmos, noise makers, etcetera. Fred is back at the shoppe gathering more things. In the meantime, I need you to help me sort through what we are using and what we can get rid of.”

You nod, knowing that you would certainly have your work cut out for you. George flings a trunk open which spurts out bright blue smoke and stinks of something absolutely rotten. The two of you exclaim, blowing away the smoke, coughing at its smell. “George, what exactly are in these boxes? A dead animal? ‘Cause that’s what it smells like,” you cough.

The tall ginger slams the trunk closed and turns to you. “Maybe let’s just work on the fireworks, shall we? Sort them by color and type?” he asks as you nod. “Brilliant. First pile,” he grabs a sack and dumps it on the ground as you two sit on the cold grass, sorting through multiple colored tubes of fireworks, each labelled differently. “So,” George huffs. “You looking forward to tonight?”

“I guess so,” you speak as you create a pile of fireworks labelled Big Ones Be Careful. “A new year. A fresh start. All very exciting I guess.” George laughs at your comment as he sorts other fireworks. “What? What’s so funny? Did I say something?”

George looks at you from under his eyelashes before shaking his head. “(Y/N), dear, I love you so much. But you are quite daft, aren’t you?” His comment makes you fling a firework canister at him as he yelps. “Careful with those! Don’t you see they are labelled Be Careful! Godric, you are daft...”

You groan, “Why am I daft? What’s the name calling for, you fatheaded idiot.”

Your best friend looks up at you. “Okay, first of all that was rude,” he states as you giggle, him soon joining in. “Second of all, you can’t tell me that you’re not excited about the new year and not the new year’s kiss,” he explains. You furrow your brows, confused about what he could be talking about. “(Y/N)...come on, you can’t be that blind.”

“Blind about what? There’s someone in that house that wants to kiss me on New Year’s? You’re out of your bloody mind,” you scoff, standing up to move to another pile of fireworks labelled, Fred--Do Not Touch. You laugh at the label before you sort them into colors.

George mumbles, “Well, he isn’t in that house at the moment.” You flip your head to look at him, knowing he said something facetious. “Losersayswhat.”

“What?” you say.

George laughs, “Hah, works every time.” You groan as you continue to make your way through the pile of fireworks, not wanting to get distracted by George’s side comments. This news of someone wanting to be your new year’s kiss was getting on your nerves. Who else was there? Percy? And Merlin knows that you could not be paid enough galleons to kiss Percy Weasley. “I’m serious, though, (Y/N), you can’t be telling me that you don’t know that Fred hasn’t fancied you since forever ago.”

This comment makes you stop everything you are doing and turn towards George. You let the fireworks fall from your hands as you stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t play with me, George,” you warn him as he holds his hands up in defense. “We have been mates since we were eleven and all of a sudden you tell me that your twin brother, one of my best mates, fancies me?” you slowly encroach onto George.

He rises from his place on the grass and walks to you. “I’m just trying to say that good ol’ Freddie always thought you were cute and he might make a move tonight. That’s all. I’m being my brother’s wingman and your best friend. Can’t I just do that?” he explains calmly.

You grab his arms, shaking him. “You cannot just drop a bomb on me like that and expect me to have a perfectly fine reaction, George!” you exclaim. “Don’t you know that Fred and I are just friends? I told you this multiple times! I told you that my crush on him faded as soon as we graduated from Hogwarts! That’s behind me.”

As you look at George desperately, he grabs onto your shoulders. “And you mean to tell me that you don’t fancy him right now? If Fred Weasley, my brother, came up to you right now and kissed you and told you that he’s fancied you for years, you would reject him?” George asks. Your face softens as you give his comment some thought. George was right. You would kiss Fred back with all your might and confess that you really liked him too and you were waiting for this moment for a while. Your silence explains everything that George needs to know. “Exactly. So when the clock strikes midnight and you see Fred next to you, don’t be a coward,” George teases you before walking back to his station of organizing fireworks.

You are left standing there, still processing what was happening. Fred Weasley was going to kiss you when the clock struck midnight. It was happening. This was really happening. And how romantic it would all be. New Year’s Eve, your first kiss with Fred, in the moonlight underneath a fireworks show. And then it struck you, “Hey George?” He hums in response. “The fireworks show tonight. You and Fred are putting it on still, right?”

“Of course we are. Who else would? Ronald? Could you imagine the disaster that would be?” George laughs at the thought of his childish brother trying to set off fireworks all while balancing himself on his broomstick. “Why do you ask?”

Taking a seat next to George on the grass, you say, “Then how is he supposed to get back down from setting off the fireworks to kiss me at midnight exactly?”

George’s face twists in confusion for a second before thinking out the problem. “Huh,” he speaks. “I mean, I’m not sure, but I’m sure it’s going to happen,” he assures you. “Fred always finds a way. Come on, it’s Fred. When he likes a girl, he likes a girl. And you, (Y/N), my dearest, he likes. I wouldn’t worry yourself sick,” he nudges your arm as you exhale the breath you were holding. “Now come on, we still have much more sorting to do before Fred gets back with even more garbage.”

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Hours later and you’re in Ginny’s room, getting ready for the party. Hermione brushed through Ginny’s hair as she coated her lashes in mascara. You on the other hand stood in front of multiple skirts, dresses, and tops, struggling to decide what to wear. You groan in frustration as you peel off a glittery gold top of Hermione’s and toss it on the bed gently. “Nothing looks right,” you huff as Hermione turns around.

“I thought that one was lovely on you!” she exclaims as you flop on Ginny’s bed, staring at the ceiling. It may have been lovely, but it was perfect. If tonight was going to go the way George had described, you needed to make sure that you looked outrageous in the best way possible. You wanted Fred counting down the minutes until midnight. “Something’s wrong, I can see it on your face,” Hermione points out as Ginny turns to look at you. “You can tell us if you’d like.”

You offer them both a small smile as you run your fingers over your face and through your hair. “It’s honestly stupid,” you chuckle. “George has, um...informed me...that I might be receiving a new year’s kiss this year...from Fred,” you confide to the girls in a hushed whisper.

You expected both of them to freak out with excitement or exclaim how exciting it was. Instead they looked at you, confused as to why you were just figuring this out now. “Well, yes, we all knew this. Fred’s had a massive crush on you for years,” Ginny simply states before sailing back into the mirror, reapplying her mascara.

Mouth agape, you exclaim, “Does everyone know about this and not me?!”

Hermione sadly shakes her head, “Even Ron knew about it. And that’s saying something.” You groan and flop backwards again on the bed in frustration. How come everyone knew about this and you didn’t? How come you had to surprise and hide your feelings for Fred for years when in reality he felt the same way about you all this time? “Well, we didn’t know for sure if you fancied him too since you were always so adamant that you two were just friends...so that’s good news!” Hermione tries to lighten the mood, unsuccessfully doing so as you still remain on the bed. “Alright, well, enough of that. It’s exciting, (Y/N)! You and Fred’s first kiss!” she sits on the bed next to you. “Now I see why you are so nervous about what to wear. Let’s raid the closet and luggage, shall we?”

You let out a light laugh and sit up, watching Hermione raid Ginny’s closet and your luggage, trying to find something for the occasion. “Hmmm,” she peels back hangers, pulling out pieces before putting them back, sorting through the clothes to find the perfect outfit. Suddenly, something catches her eye in your suitcase. “Oh!” she exclaims as she picks up a white and black plaid mini skirt. “What do we have here,” she laughs as you blush. You had bought that skirt on a whim on a shopping trip with Angelina. The skirt was a little short, but cute nonetheless.

Ginny takes a look at the skirt and chuckles, “Naughty, naughty.” You shake your head and roll your eyes. “I might have the top to go with it,” she speaks, rising from the chair and pulling a black, shimmery, long sleeve cropped shirt. She held it up to the skirt. Perfect match. “I’m not saying that you should dress up for Fred because that’s just gross,” Ginny states as you laugh with Hermione. “But...you’d look hot as hell with this on.”

You get up from the bed and huff, “You two are trouble.” The girls laugh as you begin to change, trying on the clothes to see how it looked.

As you straightened out the shirt and skirt, you looked in the mirror in front of you, Hermione and Ginny hovering over your shoulders. It was perfect. The top hugged your feminine figure perfectly and the skirt hung from your hips like a dream, falling just above mid thigh under your bum. The material of the top glittered in the light as you twirled in the mirror. It wasn’t too much, it wasn’t too little. It was simply perfect. “If you don’t wear that, I am,” Ginny speaks as you laugh. “You look incredible.”

“Breathtaking,” Hermione adds. “If Fred doesn’t kiss you tonight, damn it, we will.”

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Another few hours pass before the sun sets and the music starts. It was 9pm and the festivities were just beginning. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and laughing in the living room, celebrating the holiday. Slowly, you, Hermione, and Ginny all joined the party, earning a few stares from the boys. “Nicely done, ladies!” Ron smiles as Hermione rolls her eyes. “You all look lovely,” he retaliates as he looks at his friends, eyes landing on Hermione. “You look lovely,” he repeats quietly to Hermione as she blushes, holding onto the skirt of her pale blue dress.

Ginny pays no attention to Harry’s gawking eyes as she passes him, wearing tight black jeans and a silver cowl neck top. Ginny had every intention of making Harry a murmuring mess. And it was working.

You on the other hand, poured yourself some punch (that the twins had most definitely spiked) and happily stood around your friends. But you couldn’t help yourself wanting to look at Fred. There he stood in the middle of the living room, blue jeans and a navy blue thermal t-shirt. He was dressed simply and plain, but Merlin, he looked good. You let yourself sneak a peak at him, but you catch his eyes. You stand there frozen as he smiles as you cheekily. “Nice skirt,” he compliment.

You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks. “Thanks,” you simply state as George just smiles and sips his punch. Clearing your throat, you start, “Alright, we got three hours to kill. What’s on the agenda?”

Hermione shoots up, “Yes! Okay, so I thought to start we could play Never Have I Ever that way it’ll loosen us all up and we can make it a drinking game if we want.”

“Hermione Granger suggesting a drinking game? New year, new Hermione,” Ron laughs as Hermione rolls her eyes. “Sounds good to me. Everyone circle up.”

Everyone sits on the floor in the living room around the small coffee table, drinks in hand. You were sandwiched between Ginny and Hermione, clutching onto your cup, mind racing a thousand miles a minute. You could feel Fred’s eyes on you but you didn’t want to look at him. It felt like you had a dirty secret when clearly his plans were not a secret to anyone except you.

Harry begins in the game, “Never have I ever broken someone’s arm in a game of quidditch.” Everyone laughs and looks at Ginny and Fred as they roll their eyes.

You remember during one of Fred’s games when Gryffindor played Slytherin, Fred knocked someone clear off their broom and they fell on their arm, a clean break. You remember Fred proudly walking the halls, knowing that he broke that poor bloke’s arm. Even though it got him suspended from the game, Gryffindor still won the match. Many people thought that Fred’s move was unfair or stupid of him, but when you watched it happen, you couldn’t help but think about how attractive Fred looked as he flexed his muscles and literally threw the Slytherin player off of his broom.

Ginny sips her drink and then says, “That was completely targeted, Harry.”

Harry shrugs, “No rules to the game. I say we can be as blunt as possible.”

Everyone looks around at the group as you just sip from your cup, needs the effects of the alcohol to give you a confidence boost. Was it hot in here? George claps his hands as Fred oooohs, making you sweat. “Alright, Potter, now he’s playing with the big boys,” George pats Harry’s back.

“It’s all fun and games now,” Ron laughs. “You’re up, George.”

George rubs his hands together, concocting a statement as your heart races. George was going to be ruthless you knew it. There was so much he could say right now that could make you embarrassed. George was your best friend, he had so much dirt on you. Especially after today. Finally, he was struck with an idea and your heart sank. “Never have I ever had an intricate plan to kiss a girl I’ve fancied since fourth year on New Year’s Eve,” George simply sates.

As soon as the words fall out of his mouth, Fred’s cheeks turn bright crimson red and you almost spit out your drink. You cough a little bit as Ginny and Ron laugh wildly at their older brother, George smugly sitting there, watching the mess he created unfold.

Fred glares at his brother and shakes his head. Slowly, Fred grabs the cup and takes a long sip from it as your heart races. This just got very real. “You’ve made a grave mistake, brother,” Fred states as George laughs. “Grave.”

You uncomfortably shift in your seat as Fred looks at you from across the table a little smirk on his face. Without anyone seeing, he drops his left eye into a wink and then goes back to the conversation. Your heart skips a beat and your face turns beet red. Tonight was going to be a night to remember for sure.

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Time flew by and it was a quarter to midnight. The twins had evacuated the house and ran to the backyard to get the fireworks ready. “We’ve got it all settled, not to worry!” Fred called out when Molly expressed her concern for the boys’ safety.

The twins darted into the backyard, laughing happily as they jumped on their brooms and set off into the sky. The rest of you made your way into the backyard slowly as your race was beating a mile a minute. The time was approaching. Fred was going to kiss you in ten minutes. It was all happening so fast, you couldn’t keep up.

“Ready?” you feel Hermione’s hands on your shoulders as you roll your eyes, running your fingers through your hair. “It’ll be great, I just know it.”

You give her a hopeful smile as you stand next to her the backyard, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep you warm from the brisk January air. “I still don’t understand how Fred’s going to pull it off. Going from the fireworks in time to come down here and kiss me? I don’t know,” you ponder.

Hermione smiles, “It’s Fred. He finds a way.”

You nodded your head, smiling. She was right. Fred would find a way. He always did.

Disrupting the silence, Ron speaks, “A minute and thirty seconds, everyone!”

Hermione gasps in excitement. “Already? Alright everyone! Get ready we’re going to start the countdown soon!”

Your heart is still racing as you look around you and up into the sky. No sight of Fred or George. Where were they and what were they doing? “Don’t over think it,” you whisper to yourself as you look around at your friends. Everyone stood around, looking up at the sky, waiting.

And then, “In 10! 9! 8!” Hermione starts counting down.

“7!”

Your heart is pounding against your chest, you feel like your heart is going to leap out.

“6!”

Your mind is reeling and racing with so many thoughts. You are in overdrive.

“5!”

Was Fred going to kiss you? Or was this some sort of sick prank that he and George were in on?

“4!”

Where in the bloody hell was Fred? He had four seconds!

“3!”

Your mouth goes dry.

“2!”

Ron looks at Hermione, Harry to Ginny. It was happening. And Fred was nowhere to be found.

“1!”

Times up.

“Happy New Year!”

And with that, bursts of multicolored lights erupted in the sky, popping and blasting off. It was so bright and colorful, starting off the new year in a decorative display. As you watched the fireworks, you turned around and saw the couples all in each others arms, sharing sweet kisses as the fireworks went off in the background. And you stood there, no Fred. No George. No one.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you realize what was happening. Fred wasn’t coming to kiss you. Not now. It was too late. You both missed your chance. Did George make this up? Was everyone in on it? Did Hermione lie to you? They wouldn’t dare toy with your emotions like that. Or would they?

Instead of dwelling on the questions, you just stared up at the sky, small tears welling in your eyes, but you quickly swallowed them away, feigning happiness. “Happy New Year to me,” you whisper to yourself.

The fireworks blast off in shades of red, blue, green, and orange, illuminating the sky with such joy. You had to admit, Fred and George knew what they were doing when it came to things like this. No matter how much you wanted to scream at the two of them, Fred especially, you kept it in. You were supposed to be happy right now.

As the couples pull away from their embraces, you feel eyes on you in excited anticipation, hoping to see Fred holding you and kissing you. But instead, they see you, looking up at the sky alone. “What?” Hermione whispers. She starts to walk over to you, but Ron stops her.

“Give her a second,” he speaks. “Maybe Fred will come down in a second.”

The couples return their gaze to the sky, but the fireworks don’t stop. They keep coming. Which meant Fred had no intention of coming down anytime soon.

You know that your friends are looking at you, but you refuse to look at them, far too embarrassed. Fred made a fool of you tonight. And that was something you weren’t going to forget.

Slowly, the fireworks stop as you sigh. “What a show,” you try to lighten the mood as Hermione stares at you sadly. You couldn’t look at her she just made you feel bad. “Happy New Year!” you smile to your friends.

Ron is the first one to embrace you, picking you up and spinning you around as you giggle. He always did know how to make you feel a bit better. You held onto him tight as he spun you around. Slowly, he placed you back on the ground. “Happy New Year,” Ron whispered in your ear as he squeezed you. “My brother has always been a moron, no need to worry.”

He pulls away and gives you a smile and a wink. You just shake your head knowingly and shrug. “It is what it is. My resolution is that I’m going into this year with no expectations at all. Even if someone tells me something, I’m not going to expect it. I’d rather be surprised,” you sigh as Hermione hugs you tight.

You walk inside, arm in arm with Hermione, small chatter entering the Burrow as you walk in together. “Are we going to stay up a bit more a play another game?” Ginny asks.

“You all can, but I’m actually quite tired. I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you tell the group as they all protest, wanting you to stay. “I know, I’m a party pooper, but I am. I’m usually not up this late,” you lie through your teeth, knowing damn well you were up until sunrise yesterday with Fred and George talking about the shoppe and the future for it. “Goodnight, everyone. Happy New Year.”

The group watches you as you ascend the steps to the room you were staying in before they all look at each other, disappointed in tonight’s events. Before anyone can say anything, Fred and George come bumbling through the door, laughing and holding onto each other. “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!” George laughs. “The fireworks looked insane from up there! How did they look down here?”

Everyone just stares and doesn’t say a thing. “Geez, tough crowd,” Fred laughs before Ron slaps him upside the head. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

Ron scoffs, “Didn’t you forget something? You proper git!”

Fred looks at his younger brother confused. “I didn’t forget a thing! I mean I wished I could see what it looked like from down here, but oh well...anyway, whose up for a game?” Fred asks as everyone looks baffled. “What? You guys look like you saw a ghost. And where’s (Y/N)? She’s missing.”

And that’s when it hits him.

George is just as shocked as everyone else, covering his hand with his mouth.

“Oh, bloody hell...” Fred trails off. “I planned a whole fireworks show for the girl and I forgot to come back down to bloody kiss her.” Everyone just shakes their head and disperses throughout the house, Ginny and Hermione disappearing into Ginny’s room, Ron and Harry trudging up the stairs. “Wait, wait, where did she go? I need to explain what happened to her.”

Ginny groans, “If you had just stuck to your plan like before and not got distracted by the shiny lights, you wouldn’t have to explain anything to her!” This just makes Fred feel worse as he should. He made a promise and convinced everyone to tell his crush about it only to not follow through. “She’s back in her room. You better have a good explanation for all of this.”

Meanwhile, you stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth in your pajamas shorts and jumper, getting ready for bed. Your glasses hung on the bridge of your nose as you stared at yourself, disappointed in how the night unfolded. Tonight was supposed to be special, but it ended up extremely ordinary. But this is what you should have expected.

You spat the toothpaste in the sink as you stared in the mirror. Huffing, you shake your head, “He’s just a boy.” That’s all Fred Weasley was. A dumb boy. A dumb idiot boy. A cute, funny, sensitive, witty, charming, flirtatious dumb idiot git moron boy. You groan, knowing that the feelings you have for Fred were stronger than ever at this point after the hype of today. “Why me, Fred Weasley?” you groan. “Why me.”

Swinging the bathroom door open, you step outside, unknowingly bumping into someone. “Oh,” you look up and there he was. The culprit. The man of the hour. Fred. “Oh.”

“Can we talk?” he asks as you just stare at him.

He looked at you with such guilt in his eyes, it was palpable. His face turned downward, feeling so stupid in this moment. He disappointed the girl he cared for most since they were children in school. It was embarrassing for him more so than you.

You snapped back into reality and simply said, “Talk about what, Fred?”

With that, you made your way down the hall to the room you were staying in as Fred followed you. “Oh, don’t play this game, (Y/N). We both know exactly what this is about and I just want to apologize,” Fred pleads as you enter the room quickly, attempting to shut the door on him, but he stick his foot in the doorway. “Not so fast, tiger. I need to talk to you.”

“And I need to go to bed. It’s late,” you reply, but Fred forces himself inside the room as you groan. “Fred, it’s not a big deal. All is forgiven. Blah, blah. I’ll see you in the morning. Go on,” you shoo him away.

Fred grabs your arms, “No, it’s not alright. (Y/N), what I did was wrong and no one should ever leave someone alone like that after I promised you, and everyone else did, that I would come down and kiss you. I got caught up being an idiot with my brother and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for the night to go like this for either of us. I wanted it to be special.”

Fred’s words make your heart flutter, but you don’t let your heart get in the way of this situation. “You made me look like a fool,” you cooly speak, maintaining direct eye contact with Fred.

“And I feel like a crap person because of it. I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” Fred grabs your hands as you huff. “I’m sure George already flapped his big mouth about it, but I’ve fancied you since we were in fourth year and you sneaked into George and I’s dormitory to tell ghost stories to Lee. I thought you were the coolest girl I had ever met. I still do. And when we graduated, you were so ready to help George and I start the joke shoppe and help us get on our feet. You have been so supportive and loving and kind to me. And I want you to know that I think you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You’re smart, kind, generous, and good Godric, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he sighs as you blush gently. “I wanted tonight to be a memory that we could have forever. Because I care for you so much, (Y/N). I wanted to do it so badly. And I still do.”

Your heart is racing again and you feel your mouth run dry again. But you muster up enough confidence to say, “Do what, Weasley?”

A small smirk appears on your lips as Fred lightly chuckles, “Cheeky.”

He wastes no more time, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close and dipping his head down to connect your lips in a gentle kiss. His lips are warm and taste of cinnamon. You sigh into his touch and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Fred smiles into your kiss as he holds onto you tight, not wanting to let go. He missed his chance once tonight. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

Gently, you pull away and look at Fred who is smiling from ear to ear. “Worth the wait?” Fred jokes as you roll your eyes, him kissing your lips again swiftly.

“Well worth the wait. Only four years late,” you tease him as he laughs. “Happy New Year, Freddie.”

“Happy New Year, darling.”

#Fred and George #fred weasley #Fred and Goerge Weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader imagine #fred weasley x muggle!reader #fred weasley smut imagine #fred weasley fluff #Harry Potter #HP #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter Smut

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dalekofchaos · 4 years ago

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If The Weasleys adopted Harry

Imagine an au where Lily made Molly Harry's godmother and Lily made a spell to ensure the spell's protection would be granted on the Burrow, so The Weasleys would get to adopt Harry and the protection would follow him. Harry doesn’t have to live in an abusive household and Harry would have a happy childhood with the family that loves him!

Harry and Ron would grow up as brothers

Harry grows up knowing how wonderful James and Lily really were

Harry and Ginny would grow up together. They would be extremely close, next to Ron and Hermione, Ginny would be Harry’s best friend and Ginny would love Harry like a brother and her best friend. Also Ginny is Harry’s wingman as they get older. When they do get older, Ginny could help Harry get with Luna while Ginny is with Draco or Ginny helps Harry get with Draco, while Ginny is with Luna

Molly treats Harry with the love and nurture he deserves and Harry would help her around the house. Harry is pretty much a mama’s boy to Molly and Molly loves him for that.

Harry and Arthur bond over Arthur’s curiosity about Muggles

Fred and George teach Harry jinxes and hexes to use against Malfoy or charms to woo Malfoy

Percy tries to get Harry to follow the rules and follow the Ministry, fortunately Fred & George saves Harry from Percy’s nonsense

Bill is Harry’s favorite big brother

Charlie takes Harry to see the dragons

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville and the rest of the DA kick ass per normal, but with the addition of Draco(Draco’s redemption really should have began in the DA tbh)

Harry stands triumphant against Voldemort

Ultimately Harry Potter would be about Harry’s found family and how The Weasleys would be there for him from beginning to end, Harry grows up with a loving family and Harry never has to endure abuse at the hands of the Dursleys or be kept there year after year due to Dumbledore’s manipulative bullshit.

Oh and Harry names his children

James Sirius Potter

Molly Lily Potter

If Harry married Luna. Pandora Ruby Potter

If Harry married Draco. Lyra Potter

#Harry Potter #Harry James Potter #The Weasleys #Ron Weasley #Ginny Weasley #Molly Weasley #Arthur Weasley #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #Bill Weasley #Percy Weasley #Drarry #Lunarry #Drinny #Linny

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creepling · 4 years ago

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blame it on whatever (reader x neville longbottom)

pairing: neville longbottom/gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2,911

summary: when ron weasley convinces the reader to smuggle in alcohol for his 16th birthday, the gryffindor common room throw a very memorable party. the confident, rebellious reader ends up seducing the shy herbology expert neville longbottom, an encounter that was not expected; but neither of them are complaining about.

tw: swearing, underage drinking, use of alcohol.

alternative link: ao3

I want the night to go out with a bang.

That was the words Ron Weasley had for his birthday party. There was only a couple of days now until the first of march was coming closer. The buzz in the Gryffindor common room was building up to that day. Ron knew there was only one person to approach when it comes to successful parties. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a Gryffindor muggle-born; they may be clueless about the wizarding world, but they knew everything about muggles. They always had the patience to enlighten Ron’s father about muggle life; talking about underground subways and bareknuckle boxing. Ron liked the stories that involved the more rebellious side of muggles. (Y/N) would always brag about how drunk they would get during the summer with their muggle friends and the antics they would get up to. So . . . that meant they was the perfect supplier for what Ron desired.

“You want drink?” (Y/N) said at breakfast with a mouthful of toast. “Alcoholic drink, yes.” Ron said lowly, eyeing the teachers that were passing by. Harry stood next to him, being a wingman almost. The two of them have been planning this for weeks. With (Y/N)’s help, their plans would be complete and hopefully, the party will be a success.

“Can’t you just get your twin brothers to smuggle in some fire whiskey for you?” (Y/N) said dismissively. They were not a morning person.

“Come on, (Y/L/N)! You’re always banging on about how drunk you get, and all the different drinks muggles have. Is there any way you can get a hold of it and bring it to my party?” Ron leaned over across to (Y/N) now and was giving them pleading eyes. All (Y/N) did was stare at Ron, until eventually a smirk came to their face.

“If you can get me cover and lend me a broom, I can supply the goods” They said, trying not to laugh at the excitement that lit up in Ron’s eyes. He clapped his hands together and nearly jumped in the air but stopped himself to keep his cool.

“You are a bloody legend!” Ron said before running off with Harry. (Y/N) rolled their eyes and muttered something about crazy Weasley’s, then put their head down and continued to eat.

“You guys are not fucking ready for this. I thought I ran out of luck when my provider was unavailable, but I managed to find someone last minute. I got a shit ton of stuff!” (Y/N) exclaimed once Ron invited them into the dorm alongside Harry, Seamus, Dean and Neville. (Y/N) carried a small, enchanted bag that could carry an infinite of items. They placed it on top of Ron’s trunk and began pulling out the abundance of bottles and cans. Everything from spirits to beers; they had it all. The boys gaped in awe. Harry, Seamus and Dean had ideas of what they were, being familiar with the wizarding world, but Ron and Neville looked in confusion at the labels.

“So . . . All of these can get you drunk?” Ron puzzled. “Drunk as a fucking skunk, mate!” Seamus butted in before (Y/N). “The higher the percentage, the quicker you get drunk.” “I know you’re Irish and all, Finnigan” (Y/N) said, “But I also brought mixers so you of you end up drinking the spirits straight. Wouldn’t want anyone spewing otherwise no one would graft you.”

At this moment while all the boys began sorting out the drinks, (Y/N) noticed Neville standing in bewilderment. His eyes going back and forth, his apples apple slowly bopping as he dryly swallows. In that moment, they looked at him in pity.

“There are non-alcoholic drinks too, Neville. You don’t have to drink it. Besides, we’re technically breaking the law in the muggle world for doing this.” (Y/N) reassured. “Buuuut. If you drink responsibly, there will be nothing to be afraid of.”

“It’s- It’s just, what if we get caught?” Neville asked. “The last time any sort of authority came into the common room during the night was when Sirius Black was in here. Besides, the professors never interrupted that party we had when Harry got the golden egg at the Triwizard tournament!” (Y/N) continued to reassure, “And don’t forget the abundance of quidditch winning parties!”

“But we never drank alcohol at those ones . . .” Neville was still nervous.

“I did, I drink at most parties.” They shrugged.

Neville’s eyes widened, as if they could even more. “You have?”

“Yes!” (Y/N) treated it like it was no big deal, “If you ever get concerned tonight Neville, you come straight to me. Okay?”

(Y/N) then proceeded to rest a gentle hand on Neville’s arm. He stiffened, looking at their gesture, biting the inside of his cheek. All (Y/N) noticed was his flustered cheeks, which made a twitch of a smile form on their face.

“Okay, I told everyone the party starts at seven.” Ron finally announced. “Fred and George are in charge of the music, so people will start coming out when they hear it. But before that happens, I want to make a toast.”

At this point, the boys grabbed a beer in their hands. (Y/N) and Neville were the only ones without one. Neville looked at the selection and was internally overwhelmed by the choice. “Take this.” (Y/N) gave Neville the same beer was most of the boys, “It’s good to start you off.” (Y/N) then took a goblet and filled it up with their go to drink. Taking it into their hand, they raised the goblet to the level of the boy’s beer bottles and was prepared for the toast.

“I’ll make a toast to (Y/N) first, for supplying us with all this amazing alcohol!” Ron chuckled. The boys gave a low cheer and Dean bumped (Y/N) with his elbow. All (Y/N) did was give a sly smile and a sarcastic bow of the head. Neville smiled nervously, but he could slowly feel the excitement build in his stomach. “And finally, a toast for this party to be the best bloody party that happens in the Gryffindor common room!” Ron finally said. This time, their cheers were louder, their glasses clinked together and all of them simultaneously took a drink of their alcohol. Harry let out a refreshing sigh, Seamus took a gulp then proceeded to finish the whole bottle, and Ron’s face screwed up from the bitterness. Neville smacked his tongue as he tasted the beer, then gave a little shrug. (Y/N), their drink halfway empty already, looked at all the boys and gave a signature, attractive smile.

As if fate could sense the adrenaline in their blood, the group began hearing faint, up-beat music coming from downstairs.

“There is our calling.” (Y/N) said, taking their preferred beverages and heading downstairs.

The night was at its prime around midnight when most of the Gryffindors and selected guests from other houses arrived downstairs and into the common room. (Y/N) enjoyed seeing everyone in the same room together, especially Dumbledore’s Army; seeing them all bond in a setting that wasn’t trying to prepare for the war to come. Harry looked especially chill and was playing beer-pong with Hermione, a sight (Y/N) thought they would never see in their lifetime. Most party-goers took this occasion especially to flirt with others, using their liquid luck of alcohol to strike them the courage to approach their crushes. (Y/N), however, found themselves to be alone at this current moment; watching their friends in motion and they suddenly felt like time was on halt. They were definitely drunk, but they could handle their drink, the muggles taught them well. Their lids looked heavy and their cheeks were flushed, but their speech and motion was still intact. Unlike most who were already spewing their guts in the lavatory.

In the moment of observing, (Y/N) noticed another individual in their situation. Neville Longbottom, sitting quietly on the couch, surrounded by busy bodies as he admired the flickering flames by the fireplace. (Y/N) found themselves smiling as they watched him, but quickly snapped their eyes away once they noticed what they were doing. (Y/N) couldn’t stand seeing him like this, Neville deserved to let loose like everyone else. It pained them to see no one talking to Neville, hanging out with him, getting to know him. That’s when (Y/N) realised they would gladly fill that position. So with one confident swig of their drink, (Y/N) approached Neville and held out their hand.

“Come on, Longbottom. I want to take shots.” They said, grabbing the Gryffindor boy’s attention. “I want you to come with me.” “I- I’m okay, thanks.” Neville said, still nervous about the idea of being drunk. It was hard to blame him, it was his first time. “You don’t have to take the shots, stupid. I just want you to accompany me.” (Y/N) said, swiftly taking Neville’s hand and pulling him up from the couch. Neville followed into their presence, with that rosy tint still on his cheeks. He looked at them with those same, shy eyes; the ones that always made (Y/N) feel something in their chest. When Neville nodded, (Y/N) ushered him to the table next to the stereo where Ron had lined up all the drink (Y/N) had provided. They took a shot glass and a random spirit from the table and began pouring.

“What does it taste like?” Neville asked, having to lean towards (Y/N)’s ear due to the loud music. “It burns your throat like fuck.” They said, merrily chuckling. They took a quick swig of the shot and swallowed it down with a mild, cringed face. Neville stared in amazement, looking at the label of the bottle. He looked around the room, seeing Seamus and Dean eye him up nearby. They rushed to him once they seen the bottled spirit in his hand. “Go on, Longbottom. There’s no harm in trying.” Dean said, not in a peer pressuring way, in a reassuring way. It was obvious that Neville was curious to try it; he wanted to have fun like everyone else. (Y/N) put their hand on Neville’s arm once again and gave him a mischievous smirk.

“I’ll take another shot with you so you don’t feel alone?” They spoke. They definitely were drunk at this point. After a few seconds of decision making, Neville gave a shrug and screwed off the cap. “To hell with it. I’ll do it.”

Within mere minutes (Y/N) and Neville linked arms and swung the harsh liquid into their mouths, winching at the burn of their throats and quickly swallowing before they could spit it out. Dean and Seamus yelled and cheered and roughhoused Neville into a bear hug. Neville now had a smug, but still timid smile on his face and he took the fresh beer bottle Seamus offered him. (Y/N) watched Neville and slowly began to smile, Neville’s happiness suddenly becoming contagious.

“Hang out with me for the rest of the night.” (Y/N) said self-assured. Neville’s flustered cheeks seemed to get redder, either from flattery or from the drink. Either way, he nodded his head and let himself be dragged to another part of the common room by (Y/N).

A transition into a song made (Y/N)’s ears perk and their eyes widen. They began to smile and laugh drunkenly, swinging their goblet into the air. “I fucking love this song!” They screeched. Neville laughed at this new version of (Y/N), they were still funny and charming; but their drunk self just heightened these qualities by one hundred. Neville liked how their eyes glistened more, how their cheeks were rosier, their smile becoming suggestive and sly. It was obvious they were drunk, and after a couple of drinks and a strong shot; Neville began to feel the affects too. As he continued to admire (Y/N), he sluggish thoughts never realized that (Y/N) had their arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer and beginning to sway to the music.

“This song is a bit too up-beat to be slow dancing.” Neville said, chuckling off the tension he felt within his body.

“I know,” (Y/N) said, their mischievous smirk creeping back onto their face. Their lips rested on his ear as they muttered, “I just needed an excuse to be close with you.”

Neville felt like he was going to explode when they said that. (Y/N) was now looking into his eyes and he was looking back; absolutely mesmerized by their gaze. God, (Y/N)’s face could melt butter; their energy radiated warmth, but also a side of rebellion. (Y/N) was Neville’s opposite, they were a risk-taker, troublemaker, they marched to the beat of their own drum. Neville, he always tried hard to blend in with the background. He wished he were invisible. Even if his confidence has become more and more apparent, he still feels like that unlovable young boy.

“You’re just drunk.” Neville dismissed, still trying to keep a smile. (Y/N) pulled away, pretending to be shocked in a mocking manner.

“Fuck you, Longbottom, for stating the obvious.” They said, a chuckle escaping from their lips. “But I am not one of those drunks who speaks a bunch of bullshit.”

Neville sighed, still stepping to the music alongside (Y/N), but this time looking at the bottle of his beer bottle. “I know you’re only hanging out with me because you feel sorry for me.”

(Y/N) felt a piece of their heart tear off when they heard him say that. His tone was melancholy, but he did not cry. He just couldn’t bear to look at them due to the fabricated shame surrounding him. If this is what Neville thinks of himself, (Y/N) wanted to prove to him how far from the truth he was. Gently, (Y/N) lifted his chin with their two index fingers and were greeted by Neville’s warm brown eyes. God, his eyes were lovely. They made (Y/N) smile so much that they bit their lip to contain it.

“I’m hanging out with you, Neville, because I was alone.” They said, “I was sitting by myself just like you were. You may have this idea in your head that everyone loves me, and I am too popular for my own good. But no matter what, I will always be the person sitting by myself and staring around the room. Always have, always will.”

Neville was surprised to hear them say that. See the glistening in their eyes as if they were holding in tears. Neville had no idea they felt that way. Drunken words may not speak sober thoughts, but in this instance; Neville believed that to be true. He could not help but stare into their eyes, see this different side of (Y/N), a side that has been covered up so many times by the confident side of themselves. A side that is much more vulnerable and empathetic. In this instance, Neville had realised, he was feeling something towards (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s drunken words began to speak more sober thoughts when they said, “Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”

Neville was convinced he had drunk liquid luck due to the actions he was about to committ. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist and pulled them closer, finally finishing his bottle of beer. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was himself, but Neville found himself pressing his body against theirs and slowly leaning in for a kiss. (Y/N) was stiff, not expecting Neville to go through with it, but smiling into his presence when he advanced. They sealed the space between their lips and kissed him as softly as they could, basking in his warmth. Neville let out the slightest whimper but held their waist and leaned into the kiss; not entirely sure on the right and wrong ways to kiss. (Y/N) craved for more passion as they cupped his soft cheeks, their fingers slowly fumbling with the ends of his hair. They made sure to guide Neville into comfort as they continued to drunkenly make out, small smiles forming on their lips and they enjoyed each other’s embrace.

“You’re not going to regret doing this in the morning, are you?” Neville muttered hesitantly, nervously biting his lip to stop the kiss. (Y/N) ran their hands along Neville’s shoulders and down his chest, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m just doing what I’ve always wanted to do.” (Y/N) said, “And I wanted to it before anyone at this party could get your hands on you.”

As Neville smirked and leaned in for another kiss, (Y/N) began to toy with him and pull away from his embrace, dancing to the music as if nothing happened. Neville rolled his eyes but quickly joined in, seeing the impressionable stares he received after his little make-out session. (Y/N) admired the light in his warm eyes as there was finally a sense of happiness in his demeaner. His smile lightened up the common room and he had no idea about it.

From that moment one, (Y/N) was absolutely smitten.

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