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thursdaygxrls · 1 year

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Seeing Her

summary - george might (maybe) have a small crush.

pairing - george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer - i don't own any harry potter property. this is unedited because i wasn't in the mood. i don’t own the gif fr.

warnings - just fluff. maybe a little ooc??

He never gave much thought to how full his mind had grown of her until McGonagall struck her desk with her palms. That noise - the searing slap of flesh meeting oak - knocked a sudden realization into the bubbling pot of his mind.

"I do hope you boys are satisfied with yourselves," the older woman chastised through permanently pursed lips, "Professor Flitwick's hair is green!"

"Not purple?" Fred spoke up from next to him.

"This is no laughing matter. You boys are lucky the Professor has a sense of humor. If it were Snape or me in his position, I hope you realize the consequences would be more drastic than detention." She replied. This conversation had fallen upon George's deaf ears, though; his thoughts were much more full of things other than detention:

It was like a dream the first time he saw her - and not just because he had a black eye. He'd just left quidditch practice (or rather, was removed after he and Fred had gotten into a small tussle with the Slytherin bludgers who didn't understand Gryffindor booked the field for practice) when he passed the courtyard. Eye swelling with the beginnings of a bruise, he noticed a hazy glint coming from a line of trees. He could see her; she was only a few meters away, rolling some sort of ring or watch around in a way that caught the light of the fading sun. There was a book in her hands, something with a bright, poppy color, that hinted at it being a pulpy mystery or romance. What caught him the most, though, was her expression; her brows were creased, eyes set in concentration, lips downturned into a frown. Whatever she was reading was pissing her off, and for some reason, the sight of this unknown girl becoming increasingly annoyed at her imaginary tale made his mouth curl into a smile.

George returned to his dorm with that same smile. Of course, though, he'd forgotten about the girl within the hour and found himself following the rinse-and-repeat routine of a mischief-less night. He'd still forgotten when he woke. And when he brushed his teeth. And when he messily knotted his tie.

The funny thing about her was her persistence. He had not even taken a step down the ever-shifting staircase when he saw her. She was far below him and growing farther with every second, but there she was, pulpy fiction novel tucked under her arm. This time, her face was adorned with a grin as she followed (who George could only assume was) her friend towards the Great Hall. This sight caught the boy off guard for long enough that he nearly tripped over his feet when the steps relocated to the right.

George was even more aghast to learn that she was in his potions class. He'd just set down his books next to Fred when an invisible force compelled him to turn around. Following its lead, he found the mystery he'd yet to even consider mysterious seated only three tables away. His eyebrows raised in small bout of surprise as he noticed the the cover of her novel had changed to reveal a more gothic image of a knotted tree: Wuthering Heights. He hadn't cared much to track her progress on the pulp book, but it was still a small shock to see her ready to take on another story. Again, he smiled, noting the title of the new book.

"What'cha looking at?" Fred asked him, interrupting his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied, turning away, "Trying to view things from my purple perspective." Fred let out a low chuckle, his bruised cheek raising as he matched his brother's grin.

It wasn't as if George was seeking her out or anything - actually, it was as though she were seeking him. He saw her everywhere, from breakfast, to the halls, to classes, to the courtyard. He even dreamed of her a few times - nothing special, just the image of her resting along the hazy vignettes of his mind. Throughout all this, he had taken a subconscious interest. She ate away at muggle books faster than he'd ever seen anyone do; she loved cheesy and classic romance alike, and no title was safe from her grasp; it was painful to watch her brows knot and furrow as she became increasingly frustrated with what she was reading; when she was around her friends, her eyes lit up like her ring hitting the sunlight. These were easy things to notice, though. It wasn't hard to see how her hands moved wildly as she explained some sort of crazy story to those at her table in the Great Hall. It was so easy, in fact, that George's studies moved from potions to her every time the class began.

Though George had given plenty of thought to her, he hadn't realized just how much thought he'd donated. At least, not while he and Fred were plotting revenge. Though the bruises on the twins' faces healed over a month or so, their egos had yet to heal. They'd planned their revenge perfectly. The Slytherins who'd given them the shiners left dinner around the same time each night. The twins concocted an elixir that, with just one small drop on a person's head, would dye their hair for days. They'd positioned themselves on a balcony above the route which the Slytherins normally took. It was perfect - but, it wasn't. George took in the hall below him, scanning for the unsuspecting students, when his eyes caught something else. Her.

She was in the hall alone, book in hand, but unopened. It was odd. Normally, if she was by herself, she'd be focused intently on a book. But she wasn't. She was gently thumbing the pages of the novel, looking around the hall inquisitively. Was she waiting for someone? Or maybe she was-

Her eyes met his. His eyes met hers.

Not once in the weeks he'd taken up his sudden interest had she actually looked at him. And now she was. No - she wasn't just looking at him, she was seeing him, and with those eyes. They were so much brighter when they met you head-on - deeper, too. They held indescribable emotions. Curiosity? Maybe - he didn't know, nor did he really care to, because for five seconds, they saw each other. Then, George dropped his vile of elixir right onto Flitwick's head.

"Anything interesting going on up there?" Fred poked George's head. He hadn't even realized they'd already left McGonagall's office.

"Huh?" He mumbled, flicking his eyes around at his surroundings.

"She's got you bloody whipped, eh?" Fred showed off a toothy grin.

"What? Who?" George nearly scoffed at this sudden accusation.

"The girl you've been ogling at in potions. Your neck is gonna get stuck if you keep turning to look at her." He laughed. George scoffed, shoving into his brother.

"Just ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you. Take her to the Leaky Cauldron, get in a quick snog, and get over it already." At Fred's words, George let out a dry laugh and shook his head.

"Fred, you're mental." He let out a breathy chuckle.

"Nothing else? That's all?" Fred cocked his head, "She must've got'cha good. Maybe a couple quick snogs'll do it."

It was going to take more than a snog or two to get this off his mind now. He didn't even know her name - it was nothing. Just a couple stolen glances. But Fred noticed. When the hell did Fred notice anything? Maybe more people noticed. Maybe she noticed. George squeezed his eyes tight as he lay in bed that night - this strange, twisting anxiety had overtaken him and was turning his entire body inside out. Did he want her to notice?

George decided, as he woke up, that whatever it was he was dealing with, he had to get it over with. Before he did that, though, he would have to start his day. Pushing his toothbrush past his lips, all he could think about was her smile, or the way she frowned, or her lips pressed into a line every time she concentrated. When he tied his tie, his thoughts traveled to her wide eyes, full of laughter. He didn't even know her name.

He had a plan. He was going to talk to her - actually talk to her. He'd show up to potions early, ask her about her book, finally figure out her name. He was so focused on his preparations that when he began to descend the stairs, he didn't notice the oncoming pedestrian traffic, and - boom.

George stumbled back, quickly recovering from whoever he'd knocked into. The recipient of his force, though, wasn't as lucky: they ended up straight on their arse.

"Sorry!" He spoke quickly, "Didn't realize the stairs move." His smile (which had formed only a moment ago) faded entirely when he realized who he bumped into. Her. It was her, and she was early for breakfast.

"They tend to that," she replied, picking herself up. If he were a bit more suave, he might've helped her to her feet. Instead, he watched her stand, almost awe-struck by her movements. His gaze moved bashfully, eventually landing on the book that fallen to the floor along with her.

"Your book." He motioned to it quickly. In an attempt to make up for his lack of courtesy in helping her to her feet, he dove for the novel. And so did she. Their foreheads met with another smack, and they separated themselves before either could retrieve the object.

"Two for two, huh?" She let out a small laugh as she rubbed her head.

"Sorry," he repeated with sincerity as he successfully acquired her book from the floor. Once again, they were looking at each other. Seeing each other. George's lips parted.

"I'm George," he spoke, losing every ounce of confidence he normally possessed.

"I'm Y/N," she replied, "Could I have my book back?" George acquiesced almost immediately. He flashed a small smile that she quickly returned. Then, as the steps shifted once more, she began to walk away.

"See you in potions, George!" She called in an earnest tone. George grinned to himself. It was, after all, somewhat of a success. Even if he did - did she just say 'see you in potions'?

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frenziedfireworks · 10 months

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Party Nights

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Reader goes to extreme lengths to ensure Fred's party is a success.

CW : Fem!Reader, making out, hints towards sex, alcohol & partying

If there was one thing the Weasley Twins knew how to do it was party. Their little celebrations had always been the talk whenever holidays or Quidditch were in season. Getting an invitation was also quite the hot commodity and people would go out of their way to be in line of sight of the twins - much to your dismay.

“George! Fred! Great to see you!” A hufflepuff girl passed by, winking and fluttering her eyes. You felt yourself want to gag.

“Well, aren't people so nice.” Fred snorted as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you along. You just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah because she’s just going out of her way to be nice. You don’t even know her name.”

“Wow! Someone is jealous! It’s okay Y/N you’re still my favorite girl.” Fred’s words made your stomach do a flip, quickly shaking it off. He was first and foremost your best friend. You never wanted your silly crush to ruin what you had with either of the twins.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re his favorite because you’re definitely not mine!” George grinned as you smacked his chest. He was always teasing the two of you.

“Yeah well you’re not my favorite either, George. Quite the opposite actually. I think I’d prefer Percy to you.” You snapped back and Fred’s laughter filled the halls.

“Percy?!” George mocked offense, hand flying to act as if he had fainted.

“Yeah you heard me.”

“I wish I hadn’t.” George and Fred continued making jokes as you followed to wherever they were going. It wasn’t long before all three of you stood in front of an old classroom door. Both boys had wicked smirks adorning their faces and mischief gleaming in their eyes.

“One of you want to fill me in? What are we doing staring at a raggedy old door?” Your questions fell on deaf ears as they looped their arms around your frame and yanked you in. The old room had been turned into something different altogether. One of the ancient desks held cups and a punch bowl. A dance floor lit up the dank stone walls and streamers littered from the ceiling. There was a small table filled with Weasley ‘delicacies’ that you knew would end up spreading like wildfire. After all, your boys were more genius than anyone ever gave them credit for.

“This looks nice!” You turned to find the boys staring at each other, supposedly deep in thought.

“Yes it does but something is missing.”

“Exactly what I was thinking Fred.”

“What could possibly be missing?” You sighed, knowing all too well you were about to be put to the test.

“Music.” Fred’s face contorted into a sad puppy, his eyes pleading.

“Merlin’s beard. What do you want me to do?”

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason! I really need you to go ask Hermione for her music player - please? I’ll do anything.”

Now you were intrigued. Fred had rarely made promises where he allowed for anything, knowing full well the trouble it could lead him into. It couldn’t possibly be hard to get Hermione’s music player - right?

—

Wrong. You were incredibly wrong and suddenly knew why Fred had promised anything. Trying to coax Hermione into letting you borrow the stereo was like watching paint dry. Incredibly tedious and her answer would not change.

“Mione-”

“Y/N I love you but I said no! I know you’re going to give it to the twins and I promised myself that I would not indulge their parties! You know exams are around the corner!”

You groaned and felt like pulling out your hair. Fred was relying and trusting you with a big part of his plans and if you failed you would feel like shit. You somehow had to convince Hermione to give you the stereo.

“Please. I’ll do anything!” You found yourself thinking back to only an hour ago when the same words left Fred’s mouth. You knew that Hermione also would’ve had a harsher consequence for Fred than she would for you. No wonder he had begged you to do it. Hermione shut her book and raised an eyebrow.

“Anything?” She questioned and you nodded aggressively.

“Anything! I promise.” You grabbed at her hands practically pleading.

“Fine. Let me go grab it and tell you what I want.” Hermione was quick on her feet and ran off. You were glad you were able to convince her within such a quick time. To be honest you were worried she wouldn’t have anything she needed.

“Here.” Hermione handed over the stereo and you happily took it. It was big and bulky but you could manage to get it back to the old classroom in time.

“So what do you want me to do? Steal some potion items or something?”

Hermione snorted and gave you a little grin. You had never seen her look so devious.

“No. I want you to tell Fred that you like him tonight.”

It was as if you had been punched in the chest. Out of any of your close friends that knew about your crush the least expected one to betray you was Hermione. Well, not betray, but more so force you into the unknown and risk losing your dear twins. You wanted to be mad but you knew better considering you had promised her anything. She was always pushing you to tell Fred but it was quite hypocritical considering her and Ron - not that you would mention that. You never wanted to be on the bad side of Hermione Granger.

“Fine. I’ll uh.. Let you know how it goes tomorrow.” You whispered and went on your way. Somehow you had to manage getting the stereo back to the boys, get dressed and sneak out to the party, and admit to Fred your absolute obsession with him.

—

“Y/N! Here let me have that.” George greeted and took the stereo off your hands. You were glad for that considering it felt like you had been walking around with a sack of rocks tied to your arms.

“Your girl got it! Can’t believe my eyes!” George yelled out to Fred who came out of an old cupboard. His face was covered in soot and his clothes looked like he had just enjoyed a mud bath.

“Don’t you look lovely. I’m off to get dressed too. Is the theme crawling in the chimney?” You laughed as Fred dusted himself off, cheeks going red from your comment.

“No but it can be if you want to match. I think we’d be sexy chimney sweepers.”

There was that charm that he somehow always knew how to use. You didn’t know how he somehow made a chimney sweeper sound so.. Romantic? Whatever. You had bigger worries to think about.

“Yeah, whatever you say. I’m going to change now. Bye!”

—

You had gotten back to your room without a hitch and stared at your closet. You had to choose something memorable if tonight was the last night you would ever see the Weasley Twins. Finally deciding on an outfit that was a little risqué you left your room. You casted the disillusionment charm and headed back down to the old classroom you had been in not an hour before.

Opening the door you were hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. Everyone was pushing against eachother and cheering. Music played loud from the stereo and the twins were at the front near their kiosk.

“Y/N! Lovely to see you!” Angelina smiled and pulled you in for a quick hug. You could tell she was already drunk off whatever the twins had supplied.

“Lovely to see you too Angie! Having fun?” You questioned and she just nodded.

“Yeah! I hope to see you out on the dance floor!” She winked and made her way through the room. You had hoped she would spend a few more minutes with you because that was more time to drain instead of thinking about telling Fred. There was no way in hell you were going to do this completely sober either.

You made your way through the bustling crowd and fought with quite a few people before you were able to fill your cup. The punch was sweet and barely tasted alcoholic - dangerous. You knew if you drank too much before it hit you would be shitfaced by the end of the night.

“It’s super good, right?” You almost had a heart attack as you heard Ron right behind you. You glanced up at him and sighed.

“Way to scare the shit out of me! And yes it’s pretty good. Enjoying yourself without your girlfriend?” You teased the boy, watching as his freckled face lit up red.

“Could say the same about you. Having a few drinks before you go kiss up on dearest Freddie?” Ron raised an eyebrow as you let out a defeated sigh. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him about everything…

“It’s going to be a shit night Ronald.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Ron was surprisingly kind when you were serious with him and opened up. Maybe he was a bit inept with feelings but he really tried his best.

“Well.. Fred made me get the stereo from Hermione. To be able to get it I promised her to do anything and well.. She told me that I had to tell Fred..” You mumbled off. Ron’s eyes widened a minuscule bit and chuckled.

“Brutal isn’t she? If you need any help getting out you always have Harry and I.” Ron gave you a heartwarming pat and began to wander off. So much for moral support..

—

“And do tell what my best girl is doing here all alone being ditched by my little brother?” Fred’s form engulfed you from behind. His lips dusted against the shell of your ear and sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“Looking for you actually.” You decided to get it over with. There’s no better time than the present. You turned in his hold and met his gorgeous face. The usual smirk adorned it and within the strobe lights his eyes seemed to glow like lanterns.

“What can I do for you then? Offer you another drink or cure your boredom?” You could only wish that could be your answer. It would be much easier to drink the night away with him than heartbroken without him.

“Uh no. Not yet at least. I really need to tell you something. Can we go someplace a bit more quiet?” Fred bobbed his head and dragged you along. Before you knew it you were shuffling into a broom closet. Fred was way more close for comfort than you would’ve wished and it only added to your nervousness. How the hell did you get this far?!

“So…” Fred started.

“So…”

The two of you sat in awkward silence for a few seconds before laughter struck.

“What in the world did you pull me into a broom closet to tell me?” Fred choked out and you groaned. It was time to finally rip the bandaid off.

“Well you see.. I have had this feeling for you for a while now.” You grumbled out and stared at your feet. If the proximity didn’t kill you then his glance definitely would.

“Right. A bad feeling or good feeling? Because I usually cause a lot of those.” Fred joked and you smacked at his arm. You couldn’t believe his sarcastic ass.

“Good! Very good actually. I- Oh fuck me. I really like you.” Now it was all out in the open and you wanted to shrink away. There wasn’t any going back and you could only hope he would have some mercy on your soul.

“Y/N, I've been flirting with you for like two years. I obviously like you too.” Fred’s hand rubbed against the flesh of your arm creating goosebumps all over.

“What?” You spluttered out still confused. There was no way he had been flirting for that long. You would have to be as daft as Ronald!

“I call you my favorite girl and you think that’s me being kind?” Fred’s hand rubbed against your cheek, finger dragging ever so slowly against your lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Your fantasies were finally fulfilled as his warm lips met yours. Fred was an impatient man and yet he took his sweet time to work you into the kiss, hands pushing you against the stone wall. His tongue lapped at your lips for permission and you relented. He tasted of chocolate and alcohol - fitting and tantalizing. His tongue prodded yours making the moment even more intimate.

“This is all I’ve been wanting for so long.” Fred’s voice was deep and you could barely think.

“Me too.” You whispered and yanked at his shirt for more. He laughed into the kiss, hands running up and down your sides. He separated from your lips much sooner than you had wished and pecked at your forehead.

“As much as I would love to take you in a closet I was thinking maybe something more romantic? I also have a party I am hosting right now.. Maybe we can go kiss in there for a while?”

You pretended to think for a while as you adjusted your clothes and hair before nodding.

“I suppose I can go back with you. But I think you owe me later after the whole stereo fiasco..” Your fingers trailed his bare arm and you could feel him shake.

“My ever so generous girlfriend I would be delighted to do whatever you wish.” Fred shot you a wink that set butterflies aflame in your stomach. You linked arms with your newfound boyfriend and set off back to the party.

You definitely had to thank Hermione in the morning.

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bettysupremacy · 8 months

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hi! no sure if you do fred weasley requests so feel free to change to one of the marauders if not :)

i was thinking of a girl in her 6th year transferring from ilvermorny to hogwarts and getting sorted into ravenclaw. and it’s kind of a love at first sight when fred sees her. and go from wherever from there!! love ur work :)

I’ve never written for Fred, but I loved this idea. I hope u like!!<3 I don’t know how I feel

“Don’t be nervous.” Fred smiles, all twinkle.

George chimes in, your head turning quickly to acknowledge him. “It’s not all scary.”

“The hat doesn’t bite.”

“Sometimes.”

Fred elbows George quickly. “He’s twisting your arm.”

“Oh.” You smile politely, anxiety turning your gut. Fred’s ears perk at your accent.

“What’s America like?” He asks nosily.

“And why’d you transfer?” George finishes.

You shrug, polite smile still aching your lips. “Mom got a job at the ministry.”

“Mom.” George mimics. It falls to deaf ears.

“I thought only British born wizards could work there?” Fred pries.

You nod. “She is.”

“Interesting.” George’s mouth is stuffed with potato.

Fred laughs loudly. “Try to sound less like a dick. Please.”

“I didn‘t think he sounded like a dick.” You prod the food in front of you, eyes down.

Fred smiles, pushing his empty plate away. “You nervous?”

“No.”

“You look it.”

This gets you to smile. A genuine smile. “Maybe a little.”

You’re pretty, he thinks. It was the first thing he noticed about you. New girl, pretty girl. The aura around you practically glows to him. He wonders if Trelawney would see what he saw.

“Ha!” He points like he’s caught you. “I’m sure you won’t be Slytherin.”

George shakes in disgust, mock, but not really mock, revolted. “Probably Hufflepuff.”

“Or maybe Gryffindor,” Fred adds. “Then you’d be able to sit with us. The cool kids.”

“Yeah, right.” George laughs.

“I cant sit here if I’m not Gryffindor?” Your eyes flit between Fred and George. They’re twins. Obviously. But Fred draws your eye, and they can tell.

“I’m afraid not, pretty.” Fred laments dramatically.

“Not during dinner.” George shrugs, with a Oh Well! Sort of expression.

“They don’t really care during breakfast and lunch.” Fred nods.

“Or snack time.”

Hermoine pops her head out from behind Ginny. “What do you mean, George? There is no snack time.”

“For you.” He and Fred grin.

Loudly, Dumbledore calls for respect, the hush of silence deafening the hall. He has an air about him, the title of headmaster sitting on his shoulders nicely. You flinch as he introduces you. Dozens of prying eyes flitting towards you.

It startles you, so many heads turning as Fred pats your knee, helping you up. The teachers table looms over you as you sit in the rickety chair consciously.

The hats barely touched your head before a loud voice booms across the hall.

“Ravenclaw!” The hat announces.

A table erupts in cheer, notably blue. You frown. That isn’t Gryffindor red. Fred laments from the corner of your eye. For real this time.

A hand touches your back, soft and guiding. “That way, dear.” Mcgonagal ushers.

You stand. Lead in your feet. That’s not what you wanted, and the hat seemed to have known that.

“Go on.” She pushes softly.

You walk down the cold steps, more morose than you’d like. Down, step, down step, until you reach the gray flooring of the great hall. Hands reach for you as you draw nearer, claps on the back as you smile wearily.

A girl makes space for you near Fred, patting the bench quickly. Dark hair, dark eyes, she’s pretty you think.

“I’m Cho.” The girl smiles at you.

“Hi.” Your nose scrunches, holding back a nervous smile as you sit.

“Luna.” Another girl reaches out for your hand. You give it, taking in her dazed expression, and odd looking glasses. “No Wrackspurts.” She grins appreciatively.

You startle. “What?”

“Don’t mind her.” Cho eases. You ignore her, smiling at Luna.

It’s a large table, lots of friendly faces. You hold back the guilt gnawing at you for your quick judgment.

“Hi.” You mouth, cheeks aching from the polite smile you throw at a girl down the table. She waves excitedly, and you wave back.

“Psst.” Is whispered behind you. “Pssssst.”

You turn, vaguely expecting Fred’s face. Or George’s. Theirs. So confusing.

He looks happy.

“You’ll love it there.” Fred (you think) smiles, genuinely.

It gnaws in you. Doesn’t he wish you were Gryffindor? You feel silly, you only just met.

“You’re not upset I’m here?” You frown. Like you wanted him to care, he notices.

He shrugs breezily. “Blue looks good on you.”

Yeah. Fred.

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draco-dormiens · 4 months

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty Three

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: strong language, sexual themes, implied sex, bit steamy but hey, they deserve it, right? ;) (characters are 18+)

wc: 3466

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The Element of Surprise

Draco lands with a thud just outside the Weasley's home. He pulls himself off the ground and dusts down his black suit trousers. As he looks up to gather his surroundings, he notices the most delicious smell protruding the air and the sound of laughter coming from inside the topsy turvy building that the Weasley family calls home. Light is spilling out from the wonky windows, casting long golden paths over the ground, as he cautiously moves to peak inside the nearest window.

"So, we waited for Goyle to come around the corner," George Weasley, one of the red heads that Draco recognises, is telling a story that seems to have the table in stitches, "and as soon as he did, he spots the cupcakes - which we'd put Puking Pastilles in, don't forget - and being the greedy so and so he is, eats them all up," laughter sparks up again, "but the best bit hasn't even happened yet, because just as he gollops down the last one, Millicent Bulstrode - you remember her, Harry? Plump, nasty little thing in Slytherin? - shows up just as Goyle's greedy guts come spilling out all over the place… and all over her!"

Another roar of laughter from everyone, but Draco can only see so far down the table. The other end is obscured by the kitchen cabinets. He can see Potter, Ginny Weasley, George, Granger and, of course, Weaselbee. He fears if he moves anymore, they'll see him, and he still hasn't decided on his course of action. Naturally, Weaselbee won't take kindly to his presence, and there's the possibility that you'll want him driven out as well. Not to mention the other Weasleys, or Potter for that matter. No one in that room particularly liked him. But then, as he's pondering his options and not paying attention to how visible he is, he hears a loud HEY! from just inside.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here?" Ron shouts, getting up off his chair and pointing at the window, as Hermione gets up to see what on earth he was talking about, "get off my property you bloody idiot!"

"Oh my God," Hermione exclaims, and starts telling everyone to sit down and not panic, "I'll go and see to him- oh, no, Mrs Weasley please sit down- Mr Weasley there's no need for wands- RON! GET BACK HERE!"

Startled, Draco can barely move from witnessing all the commotion he's caused by just standing there, as Ron comes barging through the door and into the front yard, a face like thunder.

"Explain yourself," Ron points an angry finger, "you have no business here, Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" Harry's voice comes from behind Ron, who moves aside to see Hermione storming over with Harry in toe, "what on earth are you doing here?"

"Get back inside, both of you," Hermione instructs them, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Come to curse me, Potter?" Draco smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets, "'fraid I'm not here for a duel in the loo. I'd like to speak to Granger, if you gentlemen don't mind."

"Hermione?" Ron scoffs, "what do you want with her? I'll hex you into next week-"

"BOTH OF YOU. INSIDE. RIGHT NOW," Hermione bellows, coming between the three of them, "and you, Malfoy, keep it zipped or I'll hex you into next week. Ron," she spins abruptly to face him and jab a finger into his chest, "you have soup to finish. Inside. Now."

The rest of the family were all pressed against the window, trying to get a glimpse of the drama unfolding outside. Reluctantly, Ron and Harry make their way back into the house, looking back and chuntering between themselves. Out of everyone he was expecting to run into, the one person he was most eager to see hadn't shown themselves..

"Come with me," Hermione said, grabbing Draco by the arm and taking them away from the prying eyes at the window to the edge of the wood near Ron's home, "I can't believe you've shown, what happened? Did you leave Astoria?"

"I can explain later," he dismisses her questions, "she's here, right? Or is she hiding inside because she hates me that much?"

"That's not it," said Hermione, "well, I'm not sure about the 'hate you' part... she's not come out to see you because, well... she's not here."

"At all?" Draco raises his eyebrows, and Hermione shakes her head, "you have to be kidding me, I just caused all that ruckus for you to say she's not even here? Where is she, then? Wait.. don't fucking tell me. Chambers asked her out again, didn't he? Slimy git."

"She's not with Edward," Hermione says loudly, and Draco's angry mumbling stops, "in fact, she's not with anyone. She didn't come tonight because she didn't feel like it... can't say she's in the best frame of mind right now."

Draco's guilt hits him once again. Picturing you, alone and miserable, because of everything that he's done. Everything that he said to you that night; it stall haunts him, so he's not surprised if it haunts you, too. You don't even want to see your friends - he's well and truly done a number.

"Where is she right now?" He then asks, in all seriousness, and Hermione sighs.

"She's at home," she tells him, "as far as I know, she's spending the last few days before graduation there. She... doesn't want to be at Hogwarts right now."

"Then we'll go to her," Draco said, getting his wand from his pocket, "location?"

"It's in a muggle village, Malfoy, you can't just apparate there," she explains frantically, "Merlin knows who will see you, and besides, I'm not entirely sure how she'll react-"

"Can you stop waffling on?" said Draco irritably, holding his arm out for her to take, "the quicker you give me a location the faster we'll get there."

Hermione hesitates slightly, but grips his arm anyway, and within a few moments, the world around them is swirling and contorting into a jumbled mix of colours and sounds, until eventually, they both land on a hard tarmac road in the middle of a quiet muggle village. Draco sways slightly from the second apparition of the day as Hermione steadies herself. He looks around at the road they appeared on - houses, all similar in structure, line the streets. Each had a little garden at the front, with trees and flower pots lining the paths that winded through the quaint village. It was quiet, almost silent, with street lamps that lit the way up the road.

"I should've told Ron we were leaving," Hermione then complains, more to herself, "he'll be thinking you've kidnapped me or something."

"Don't worry," Draco jokes, "Old Weaselbee knows I'd be sending you back in a heartbeat."

Hermione shoots him a look of displeasure, before pointing at the street before them.

"Y/N's house is just up ahead," she explains, "come on."

They walk, in silence, up the winding road, passing muggle cars, street signs and phone boxes. Eventually, Hermione stops in front of a house right at the end of the street. Plant pots decorate the front of the house with flowers of all colours. A car sits in the driveway, and a black cat scurries from underneath it and crosses the freshly mowed grass, to disappear behind a trimmed hedge. Draco watches as its tail slithers out of sight, before looking up at the front of the house. A light is on in the very top window.

"That's her room," Hermione points out, and turns to face the blond Slytherin, "if you say anything to upset her, I'll personally see to your demise, Malfoy." She gives him a stern look that reminds him of his mother, and then prepares to apparate back to the Burrow, "just knock. I think her parents are out tonight. I really should get back before Ron sends out a search party."

"Thanks, Granger," Draco said sincerely, "I owe you one."

"Just don't hurt her ever again," said Hermione, readying her wand, “I'll consider that repayment."

Soon enough, with a flick of her wand, she was gone into the night, and Draco was standing alone in front of your house, in a muggle street, in a muggle village. He hesitates to knock, but raps his knuckles on the painted wood and waits for a reply. Nothing happens for a long moment, so he goes to knock again, when he hears the door unlock from the otherside. After a few excruciating seconds, the door creaks open to reveal a sight Draco could never get tired of.

You, shock all over your face and a baggy hoodie over your frame, looking back at him like you've just seen a ghost, and yet, he's never seen a more beautiful being. He aches to pull you in, but knows, just from your expression, you wouldn't welcome him so easily.

"Why are you here?" is the first thing you say, your voice quiet and cautious.

Draco notices the way you observe him cautiously, as if you were ready for him to say something that would only cause you more heartache. He can't stand it - the way you don't fully show yourself to him, how you look at him like he's hurt you. He wants to take it away, to make it better, and so, he slowly inches closer to the doorway.

"I came here," he says softly, eyes never leaving you, "because I had to see you. Speak to you." He stops just before the doorway, inches away from you now.

"But you chose her," you croak, and his heart breaks all over again, "you chose them."

"And I'm a fucking idiot," he laughs sadly, "please, please, Y/N. Can we at least talk? That's all I'm asking. Afterwards, I'll leave and never come back if that's what you want."

After some slight hesitation, you let him inside and softly shut the door behind you both. Draco notices the warm feeling your home seems to have. Family portraits and photos of you in your Hogwarts uniform over the years cover the walls and surfaces. You tell him to wait in the living room as you brew a pot of tea, leaving him to wander around whilst he waits. He looks at the photos individually; some of just you, some of you and your parents, even some of you and Granger in your younger years. There are trinkets, a mug that says 'Best Daddy Ever' and some drawings you must have made as a child. Everything in the room reminds him that a family lives there, and that they love each other. Something he's never really seen before.

"Here," you announce as you enter the room, placing the tray on the coffee table, "we only have breakfast tea. Hope that's okay."

"That's perfect," he smiles across at you, and you return it slightly before pouring tea into two china cups. He takes a seat on the couch as you pass him a fresh cup, to which he thanks you. For a moment, you both sip tea and say nothing, until Draco breaks that silence.

"Your house is very nice," he compliments, looking across at you, noticing how you're reluctant to look him in the eye, "I wish my home was as welcoming as this."

"This house is nothing compared to yours," you scoff lightly, and he smiles.

"Yeah," he breathes, "exactly."

"How did you know where I was?" you ask him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

"I know some people," he says lightheartedly, but then turns serious, "very good people."

You don't answer that. Your best hunch is Hermione, but how he knew where to find her was beyond you. After all, she'd never disclosed what she was up to in the dungeons that night. A thick silence falls over you again, but the question you really wanted to ask him was hanging by a thread at your lips.

"So," you suddenly say, voice a lot bolder than before, "are you here because you're an engaged, sorry idiot who wants to clear his conscience?"

He places his cup down, and turns to face you. When you don't respond, he gently places a hand on your face and brings your eyes to his. There's a look of pure emotion and genuinity in them, as he rubs his thumb across your cheek, and then along your bottom lip.

"Engaged, no," he whispers to you, "but sorry idiot? That I am."

It takes you a second to process his words, but then the frown on your face evens out and a look of relief washes over you, eyes brightening to shine a little like they used to, and Draco's heart swells to double its size.

"You didn't do it," you mutter, and he shakes his head.

"No, angel, I didn't," his hand moves slightly to rest against your neck, the coldness of his rings causing goosebumps on your skin, "I had a little help... to realise what a fool I was being."

"But what about your parents? Astoria? Aren't you in heaps of trouble now?" you said, concern replacing your relaxed features, "aren't they going to make your life hell?"

"No more than usual," he smirks playfully, eyes flickering over your face like they used to, as if he's memorising every inch of it, "but I don't give a shit about that right now. Right now," he pauses, before taking both of your hands in his, "I just need you to hear something."

You allow him to take his time, as his thumbs run over your knuckles a few times, before he brings them to his lips and kisses each of them delicately.

"Y/N," he mutters against your hand, pressing one last kiss for good measure, "my precious, beautiful girl," he looks up and your eyes lock, "I was so unreasonably cruel to you that night in the woods. I guess I just didn't know how it would feel... to lose something so important to me."

He takes a break, and looks down at your intertwined hands. You remain silent.

"I let you down, and I understand if you never want to see me again after this," he takes a deep breath before looking up again, "but, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so unbelievably late, then I promise to give you the world. Everything I have. All that I am," tears begin to well at the corners of his eyes, "because I'm so in love with you, Y/N. Mind, body and soul, I love you."

A tear trickles down your cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb. You look at him for a long moment; the man you've come to love, the man who has completed the other half of your soul. A few months back, if someone had said to you that one day, Draco Malfoy would be confessing his feelings for you on your couch, in your muggle home, you'd think they were insane.

But right now, as he looks at you as if the world resides in your eyes, it feels like the most sane thing to happen in weeks. You take your hands from his and cup his jaw, feeling the way he leans into your touch with such contentment. He kisses your palm, gently holding your wrist.

"I love you," you whisper, and those steely grey eyes find yours once more, "I love and have loved you, Draco Malfoy. For longer than you might think."

He smiles a watery smile, and his eyes drop to your lips. Hunger swims in them, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't waited for this moment with utter anticipation. "Kiss me," is all you can manage to mutter, and he wastes no time in obliging to that. His lips capture yours in a hot, hungry kiss, his hands taking your face as yours fist at his shirt. You feel his fingers lace in your hair, pulling a satisfied sound from your lips. He swallows it eagerly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and run his tongue along your bottom lip. Of course, you allow him access, and he pulls you impossibly close to his body, thumbs rubbing small circles just under your ears. It's blissful and full of passion, his lips breaking from yours to kiss across your jaw and down under your ear, to rest at the pulse point in your neck.

"Fuck I love you,” he purrs against the sweet spot, leaving wet kisses as your hands snake up to tangle in his hair, “my angel, my darling girl.”

“Stay with me,” you find yourself pleading softly, as his gaze returns to your hazy expression, “sleep beside me, Draco. Please.”

Hastily, his lips find yours once more in a rushed, messy kiss. You can taste the wine on his lips, and feel his emotion simply through the way he handles you - as if you were a prized possession he simply cannot break.

“There’s nothing I want more,” he said breathlessly, so you take him by the hand, and lead him through the house to the comfort of your bedroom.

Hours seem to pass. His hands wander - and you let them. Just the two of you, enjoying one another in complete harmony, in solace and peace. You’re sure, at this point, there’s not an inch of you he hasn’t kissed, and there’s not an inch of his skin you haven’t touched. It was innocent and vulnerable; just two people, hopelessly in love, savouring each another.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathes against your bare shoulder, pressing tender kisses to the skin as you lay there, tucked safely under the duvet, back pressed to his chest, “thank you,” he mumbles, “for trusting me with you.”

You hum, turning over to face him. He looks so at peace; features soft and sleepy. Draco truly was the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. Gently, you smooth back his hair and press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you," you whisper to him, "for coming back.”

You feel his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body into his. His fingers brush hair behind your ear, and then trace down your jaw to your chin, where he gently brings you in for a soft, tender kiss. His lips linger against yours for a long moment.

"I would have lived every day in regret if I hadn't," he confesses quietly, your limbs intertwined and skin pressed against skin, "I should be thanking you, for giving me the courage."

"Me?" you furrow your eyebrows, "but you did this, Draco. You came here, despite all the odds."

"Do you remember that night we sat in the attic? That room with the big window," he recalls, and you nod, smiling to yourself at the memory, "well, I passed that staircase and, I don't know, it just... flooded back to me. All those memories, the way you make me feel... I just knew, in that moment, I couldn't do it. I couldn't be without you."

"Oh, Draco," you sigh lovingly, nuzzling your nose against his, "you are truly a treasure, my love."

My love. He wants to hear that every day for the rest of his life. Draco closes his eyes, relishing in the love and comfort you provide him, feeling the delicate little kisses you place on his cheek. He's unworthy of such affection, unworthy of feeling your skin on his, gliding his fingertips over the crevices of your body. He's obsessed. Entranced. His entire being and every sense is overtaken by your scent, your touch. And he is at peace, despite what the morning may bring, at this very moment, he is at peace.

"What happens now?" you then ask cautiously, and he opens his eyes into yours, "about your parents... what will they do?"

"Despite what they may think, I'm a legal adult," he smirks, and some sort of relief flickers in your eyes at his lightheartedness, "but, they might have a few things to say. They'll get over it, they have to. You're mine now, after all."

A triumphant grin spreads across his handsome face, a light pink blush spreading over your cheeks at the sentiment. Once more, he presses his lips to yours; not once, twice, but three times, taking his sweet time in parting on the last one.

"Whatever happens," you whisper against his mouth, "I'm here for you. Always."

"In that case, anything is possible, angel," he said sweetly as you cuddle into his chest, the sudden urge to sleep overbearing, "but, for now, let's just rest, hm? Think we deserve it."

A little hum of agreement passes your lips, eyes growing heavy as sleep greets your peacefully. Draco, who had forgotten how exhausted he truly was, feels his eyes droop willingly, as his breathing evens out, and a well needed sleep finally takes over.

Whatever the dawn may bring, you will face it.

Together.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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nickeverdeen · 5 months

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All requests

All requests I have will be written here along with those that I deleted ‘cause I was uncomfortable with them or had no idea how to do them and whenever a new one comes I’ll write it down here so you’d know if I got your request or not and whenever the request will be posted it will be off the list

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So shortly colors rules:

Red - deleted

Orange - on hold

Green - accepted and probably done just waiting to be posted

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In my drafts:

Sith Kit Tanthalos secretly dating Jedi padawan fem!reader (hcs - not requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Being Silco’s coworker as a healer while having crush on Jinx (hcs - requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Five x gn!reader who he thought is ordinary, but is proved wrong (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Young Ellie Williams with an adventurous, dreamy and creative, air-head and socially awkward, theater fem!reader who's also immune (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [not completed yet]

Nico di Angelo with an INFP!fem!reader who's Hades' daughter and his half-sister (hcs - requested) [not completed yet]

Mako x deaf & mute!reader (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [not completed yet]

Be a good girl, you can take it | Korra eating out older!fem!reader {Korra - 18/19, reader - 21} (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Fred and George Weasley with a sister!Reader (hcs - requested) [not completed yet]

Nimona with a teen!fem!reader who's Ambrosius' younger sister and looks like Gloreth (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Fourth Wing masterlist (not Iron Flame) (masterlist - not requested) [not completed yet]

From Crayons to Canvases | Doctor Strange x fem!reader (platonic!imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Midnight Rescue | Biker!Jesse helping drunk reader (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

On hold:

TUA/TSA match-up for 🍿 annon (requested - on hold ‘till I’ll open my match-ups again)

Horizon Forbidden West masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll play the game done)

TUA and Outer Banks both male and female match-up - the person requested Stranger Things too, but I don’t do that (requested - on hold ‘till I’ll open my match-ups again)

Iron Flame masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll finish the book)

Dune masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll finish watching it)

Deteled:

Victor Cato x victor reader soulmate au with the red string (imagine - requested)

Amity reacting to her partner being a sweet tooth (hcs - requested); reason = I don’t do The Owl House, sorry

#request #headcanons #matchups #imagine #preferences #alphabet

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ao3feed-ship-clintcoulson · 16 days

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #clintcoulson #phlint #bowtie

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ao3feed-snape · 2 years

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Normal is overrated

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PHYx0ac

by Bookshope21

Harry is the true child who lived and he was born paralyzed and his sister was claimed as the girl who lived

Ron was born deaf and his sister Rachel constantly makes fun of him about it

Hermione Granger was born blind and her brother William is constantly pushing her into objects

They are all friendless until they meet one another

Words: 1237, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Percy Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Seamus Finnigan, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hogwarts Students, Sybill Trelawney, Oliver Wood, Colin Creevey, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Marie Potter, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Gabrielle Delacour, Madam Maxine, Igor Karkaroff, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, Rachel Weasley, William Granger, Neville Longbottom

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley/Vernon Dursley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley

Additional Tags: Wrong Boy-Who-Lived (Harry Potter), Deaf Ron Weasley, blind hermione granger, Harry Potter in a wheelchair, Harry Potter Has a Twin, Hermione Granger has a Twin, Ron Weasley Has A Twin, Lilly and James alive, Albus Dumbledore Bashing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PHYx0ac

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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ao3feed-romione · 2 years

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Normal is Overrated

Normal is overrated by Bookshope21

Harry is the true child who lived and he was born paralyzed and his sister was claimed as the girl who lived

Ron was born deaf and his sister Rachel constantly makes fun of him about it

Hermione Granger was born blind and her brother William is constantly pushing her into objects

They are all friendless until they meet one another

Words: 1237, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Percy Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Seamus Finnigan, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hogwarts Students, Sybill Trelawney, Oliver Wood, Colin Creevey, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Marie Potter, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Gabrielle Delacour, Madam Maxine, Igor Karkaroff, Hedwig, Crookshanks, Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, Rachel Weasley, William Granger, Neville Longbottom

Additional Tags: Wrong Boy-Who-Lived, Deaf Ron Weasley, blind hermione granger, Harry Potter in a wheelchair, Harry Potter Has a Twin, Hermione Granger has a Twin, Ron Weasley Has A Twin, Lilly and James alive, Albus Dumbledore Bashing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39414468

#AO3 Feed #Romione FanFic #♥#Romione #Hinny #R:General #A:Bookshope21

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ao3feed-jily · 2 years

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Normal is overrated

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PHYx0ac

by Bookshope21

Harry is the true child who lived and he was born paralyzed and his sister was claimed as the girl who lived

Ron was born deaf and his sister Rachel constantly makes fun of him about it

Hermione Granger was born blind and her brother William is constantly pushing her into objects

They are all friendless until they meet one another

Words: 1237, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PHYx0ac

#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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George Weasley As A Dad Headcanons

Newborn/Baby Edition

Offered by your certified George Weasley Wife. I have the ink to prove it. Ask my Muts!

He’s going to be the most emotionally there for his kid possible. Once he has his first kid, it kinda dawns on him that having a big family like Molly and Arthur did might be a bad idea. He loves the idea of a big family, but is quick to realize that he just wouldn’t be there emotionally like he wants. Especially with the job to worry about. At most, three kids. If anything, he’s fine with one. That just means they get all his attention after all.

That baby is gonna be in a sling, as he runs around the shop. He’s not gonna just be the type to leave the kid to be ‘nannied’ by his partner. He’s going to be a parent. And don’t worry. He lost an ear after all. He’s gonna make sure the baby is wearing ear protection in the shop. Then again, they’ll be a Weasley. Kinda built in.

Since he’s always been the ‘emotional’ twin, he also has that emotional maturity. Such as knowing not to utterly spoil his kid, and make sure they understand the value of money. Along with poor habits don’t mean bad habits. Not to say he doesn’t love to spoil, but he’s gonna make sure they understand that being rich isn’t what makes you happy. But it sure solves alot of problems.

That baby honestly might be more glued to him than his partner! And they were actually inside being made! What can he say? He loves family. Especially children.

He is also the one to offer diaper duty. He’s kinda immune to bad smells at this point, and also has changed diapers before. Plenty of times. So it’s not like it’s a big deal to him. His job is about invent messes after all, and someone had to clean them before Molly got home. Diaper duty on him

That baby is 100% being taught Sign as well, as they grow up. Not just because of him being partially deaf. It’s good to learn anyway! Another language, a great way to communicate when they can’t speak, stimulating, it’s gonna only benigit. It can also be kinda like their own secret language they can share, since so few people know it after all. Over all be invested in the deaf community, as he would be as well

Speaking of languages, that baby is going to grow up knowing so many. Arabic, Romanian, French, oh man. Big family, lots of languages. This baby is never going to worry about a damn job with knowing tongues like that

That baby is going to be eating so good. He’s going to make everything by hand. He’s going to make baby food fresh himself, and make sure that milk is given different flavors to make sure that little ankle biter gets all the nutrients they need. That baby isn’t going to have to suffer like the younger Weasleys did

You better get used to the baby talk. This man is going to have the most straight face conversation with that baby’s babbling, yet somehow know exactly what’s going on the whole time

Like I said. He’s going to have that baby in a sling while he works. It’s gonna be matching to his suits, it’s gonna have sewn on patches, he’s gonna style

Three am baby feeding? He would have that covered…..But Ghost Fred says not to hog the baby. You two will think for the longest time you have a well mannered calm baby. Hey, bless him. More sleep for you two, and private time!

Group costumes group costumes group costumes. He will find an excuse somehow. Holidays, selling limited time products, he needs his family all matching!

Love. So much damn love. That baby is never going need to worry about coming home with a problem. That baby is never going to be scared to come out of the closet, or talk about self doubts. Never ever EVER-!

It’s one big happy family. Never worry about that. Family, well off, happy, stable, and just so full of love. Love and happiness

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alindakb · 2 years

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Soundless Love - Chapter 4.1

Harry looks around the pitch. He sits high up in the sky on his broom. His red Quidditch robes fly out with the wind. The sun shines and Harry has no trouble spotting the glistering of Malfoy’s hair. It’s not the thing he should be looking for. Harry knows this. But he still can’t believe Malfoy came out to watch the match. The castle is almost empty during matches, and Harry knows Malfoy likes his time alone. Harry doesn’t think he’s ever seen Malfoy come to a match before.

Of course, Malfoy is wearing Slytherin colours. He’s a strange speck of green next to all the red around him. He sits next to Hermione, who looks at Malfoy from time to time. Probably wondering how they ended up with a Slytherin among their midst. Harry just thinks it’s nice. Seeing all his friends together in one place. Supporting him in his favourite pastime.

“Stop staring at the enemy,” Fred shouts when he swings by. He slams his bat against the Bludger that was going straight for Harry.

“We’re in the lead. Go and find that Snitch before Warrington does real damage to Angelina,” he continues.

Harry snaps out of his head. “Sure, will do,” he shouts. Then he takes one more look at Malfoy, who’s staring straight at Harry. Harry smiles and then turns his broom. He circles the pitch and watches for that gold shimmer. It’s nowhere to be seen. The only shimmer Harry spots is Malfoy’s hair. It hangs loosely around Malfoy’s face and swings around in the wind. He should wear it loose like this more often. It looks good on him.

“Harry, come on. Stop smiling at your new boyfriend and find that bloody Snitch.” It’s George that circles him this time.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Harry shouts back. “And I’m looking. I can’t help it that Malfoy’s hair has the same shine as the Snitch.”

“Whatever you say. Just catch the Snitch already,” George shouts before he’s off to aim a Bludger at Flint who tries to score for Slytherin.

It isn’t until the sky turns darker and when rain clouds hide the sun that Harry does spot the Snitch. High in the clouds the little golden ball swings from left to right. Harry looks at Zabini, but it’s clear he hasn’t spotted the Snitch. Zabini is lower by the ground and Harry is sure that there is no way Zabini will ever catch up to him if he goes after the Snitch now. And the scores are good. Gryffindor will win when Harry catches the Snitch now.

Harry takes a better hold of his broom and points it upwards. The Snitch goes into the cloud and Harry follows it. Cold rain slashes against his face, but Harry doesn’t take his eyes off the Snitch. It’s so close. Harry stretches out his arm and speeds up a little more.

The sky turns cold and Harry can see his breath. It’s hard to see with the dark cloud around him, blocking his view. He shivers and just misses the Snitch by an inch.

For a second the sky is lit up by the flash of thunder. Harry loses sight of the Snitch as he spots the creatures all around him. Did Harry fly out off the grounds that they are here? Harry has no idea. He can’t see where he is. The sky around him is dark again. Harry isn’t even sure which way is up or down. He turns and takes a guess. He needs to get out of here before the Dementors go after him. He doesn’t want a repeat of what happened on the train. He doesn’t want to feel that lost again. But he’s alone. And nobody will stop them. He will break his parents’ hearts when he comes back home without his soul.

Harry’s hands are turning blue from the cold and he struggles to hold on to his broom. The Dementors come closer. Harry can see them now, even in the dark. Screams enter Harry’s mind. His mother’s screams. Of that night when she was tortured. Harry can hardly remember. He was too small to know what was happening. But now he can hear it all. The pain and despair of his mother. It makes it harder to concentrate. Which way is down?

A Dementor passes close and Harry feels himself slip. He tries to lock himself on his broom with his feet, but it’s too late. He falls off the broom and plummets to the ground. The wind rushes by Harry and he screams. He closes his eyes and hopes he won’t die today.

His mother’s screams die away. Blond hair and grey eyes pop into his mind. Malfoy smiling from the stands. Malfoy helping him figure out his Potions assignment. Malfoy butchering the sign for Harry’s name. Malfoy scribbling down that his name is Draco, not Malfoy. Harry telling him to figure out a sign for it so Harry can call out to him during breakfast. The faint blush on Malfoy’s face and then that sweet smile.

Harry can’t die today. He has to get his wand out and slow down. He has to tell Draco that he likes him. Because Harry does. He likes Draco. It’s more than just an urge to kiss him. It’s everything. Every minute spent together. Every skipped heartbeat because of Draco. And Harry won’t let that slip away just because he fell off his broom.

The air rushes past Harry as he pulls his wand out of his sleeve. He has no idea what kind of spell he should use. He tries Wingardium Leviosa, in the hope he can make himself float. Of course, it doesn’t work. Tears well up in Harry’s eyes. He doesn’t want to die. Not like this. Not when he’s just figured out that he wants Draco to be his boyfriend. That he wants to take him out on a proper date. And maybe even take him home to his parents.

Something hits Harry. It’s not the ground and he starts to slow down. He opens his eyes and spots the stands in the distance. He can see Draco’s blond hair next to Hermione’s big bush of curls. They must be so scared. Harry wants to shout that it will all be okay. But when he opens his mouth, the ground collides with him. His head bounces on the grass and then the world goes black.

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“Y/N Weasley!” You were called for your turn and couldn’t hold back your smile when you saw your hoard of brothers staring at you, dramatically sitting at the edge of their seats. The Sorting Hat was placed on your head but to you, this wasn’t such a big deal. Each Weasley before you was a Gryffindor, you had no reason to believe any differently, you were just waiting to take a seat beside them and get put in a headlock or something.

“Slytherin!” The Sorting Hat announced and the room fell silent. Your eyes widened and you looked to your brothers, whose faces had been drained of blood. A Weasley in Slytherin, it was unthinkable. Chatter soon stirred up and you still stood frozen before all. “What, are you deaf? I said Slytherin, now go!” The Hat bullied you away and you dragged your feet to the Slytherin table, almost ashamed of yourself for mucking up your family’s name. What about you made you a Slytherin? You hating them should’ve been as good a reason not to be placed with them.

“Oh, splendid, we’ve got a Weasley ruining our good name. How could we ever expect to be respected?” One of the Slytherin boys began to bully you before you could even take a seat, and you knew it would only get worse from here. From across the room, you caught the stares of Fred, George, and Ron, who all seemed to pity you. Oh, and when your parents find out about this, you’re sure your mom will faint. How could this ever happen?

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Master List of Imagines {11.3.21}

Golden Trio Era Men

Draco Malfoy

Blissful Revenge

New Attraction

Rehearsals

Armed with Love (Part 2 to Ruins of the Heart)

Twice the Arrogance

Avoiding You

Come. Warmth.

Curses

Cloud Nine {deaf/mute reader}

Harry Potter

No Homo?

Devilish ‘Puff

Power of Fear

Savior From the Prat

Annoyed in Love

Ruins of the Heart

The Books Have Eyes

Blind to Your Love

Fiendish Part 2

Out of this World

Ron Weasley

Praiseworthy

Tension

Caught

Interrupted

George Weasley

Coping Mechanisms

Imposter

Handsome Devil

Fred Weasley

Dared to Love

Dead to Me

Stinkin’ Mischief

Knock Knock {Male Reader}

Comfort {Trans Male Reader}

L.o.v.e.r.s

Neville Longbottom

Sliding Into a Relationship

Insane for Love

Sleepover

Get with the Rhythm

Blaise Zabini

Enchanted Films

Taunting

No Touchy Please

Serpent Admiration Part 1

Serpent Admiration Part 2

Colin Creevey

Number One Fan

You’re His Rosaline

Gregory Goyle

Best Friends with Benefits

Only Romantic on Thursdays

Times Like These

Vincent Crabbe

Scorching Love

House

Lee Jordan

Confrontations

Unexpected Kindness Part 1

Prank’d Part 2

Dean Thomas

Addicted to His Love

Seamus Finnigan

Hogwarts Manwhore

Oliver Wood

Sweeping Around the Point

Keeper of my Heart

Math and Other Drugs

Staring Problem

Cedric Diggory

Daring to Claim Ownership

Insight

Victims of Love

You Won’t Believe This False Hope

Dennis Creevey

Weirdos

Theodore Nott

Fake It Until You Make It

Charlie Weasley

Protective

Bill Weasley

7x+21 {mute/deaf reader}

Marauders Era Men

Sirius Black

Confessions

Sarcasm Gone Right

Puns and Other Accidents

Rules Are Meant to be Broken

Asshat

Punk’d

Remus Lupin

All is Fair in Love and War

Discomfort at Its Finest

Man of my Dreams {Male Reader}

A-were-ness

Eyes to See, Ears to Hear {deaf reader}

Accidentally the Best Day of my Life {blind reader}

James Potter

I’m a Bitch, I’m a Lover

Cuffing Season Part 1

Cuffing Season Part 2

Lovey Dovey

Shower Me With Pranks

Voice of an Angel

Lucius Malfoy

Territorial Barbie

Tom Riddle

Teasing Pains

Follow Your Dreams

Taking the Fall

Severus Snape

Go to Hell

Disputing Love

Alternatives

I’m Trying to be Serious, I Swear

Hooked on a Feeling

Regulus Black

Sibling Trouble

Barty Crouch JR

Shadow Shenanigans

Running Into Your Arms

Golden Trio Women

Hermione Granger

Life-Altering Research

You Should Have Toad Me

Liplocking 101

Doodles

Mutterings

Cho Chang

Coincidences

Ginny Weasley

Drowning Your Love

Obsession

The Streets Know Best

Angelina Johnson

Breaking Down the Closet Door

Luna Lovegood

Melodies of Love

Quirks and All

Homework and Billy Wigs

Pansy Parkinson

Oh Love

Fleur Delacour

Winking Flower {female}

Marauders Women

Lily Evans

Bent for Love

Challenged

Bellatrix Black

Insomnia for the Win

Madness Part 1 {female reader}

Madness Part 2 {female reader}

Leave Me Alone Punks {female reader}

Professors

Professor Snape

Anything For an O

Love Notes {male reader}

Tutoring Gone Right

Love Triangles

Possession {Draco & Harry}

Competition {Professor Snape & Headmaster Dumbledore}

Competition Part 2 {Professor Snape & Headmaster Dumbledore}

Sold {Severus Snape & Voldemort}

Love Potions and Other Tricks {Sirius & Remus & James}

Love Potions and Other Tricks Part 2 {Sirius & Remus & James}

Teach Me Your Love {Draco & Harry}

Moment of Truth {Harry & Neville}

Poly

Doggy Paddling Into Your Arms {Fred & George}

Two Princes {Fred & George}

Other

Young Dumbledore

Drawn to Life

Order of the Heart

Voldemort

Voldyshorts

Fiendish

Dinner Date

James Sirius Potter

It’s in the Past

Annuals {Deaf reader}

Letters From Your Comfort Characters

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Distracted (Fred Weasley x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommates drag you along to their Quidditch practice, but it's all worth the disgusting weather in the end

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The heavy door to your dorm creaks open, loud chattering filling the room as your friends bustle in. They had been on the pitch, hair tousled and still panting; clearly Wood had worked them hard. Angelina shoves Alicia in response to some unwanted comment, probably to do with George Weasley, judging by the teasing grin on her face.

“Thought you’d be a bit longer, Alicia,” you murmur, flicking through your Potions textbook. Hm… powdered asphodel would do the trick.

She pulls a face at you, chucking her damp Quidditch robe at you. “Shut it. I don’t know what you’re on about.”

You pick up the filthy robe, holding it between two fingers so as to touch as little of it as possible. Disgusting. “So I was just imagining you and Wood celebrating after the last match?”

Alicia groans. “Whatever. I’m showering first.”

Grinning, you prop yourself up onto your elbows as you sink into the sheets. It was always the same argument after practice which was why you had taken your turn ages before the end of their practice – it was better to be safe than sorry, even if Wood was more likely to overrun than let them go early.

Angelina scoffs. “No way. You showered first yesterday.”

“Not my fault you’re too slow.”

You sigh; the bickering was always the same and getting tiring. “Why don’t you just shower in the changing rooms?”

Angelina wrinkles her nose. “Because for some reason Hogwarts has mixed gender changing rooms and communal showers. As much as I’m sure the rest of the team would love to see us in the showers, I’d rather not be naked in front of a bunch of hormonal teenage boys.”

“Honestly, it’s so old fashioned. It’s as if they still expect the Quidditch teams to be all male,” Alicia adds, throwing herself onto her bed. “Angelina, take the shower before I change my mind.”

Her face lights up and she darts to her trunk, tugging out an embossed washbag. “Thanks, you can go first tomorrow!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Alicia calls back as the bathroom door swings shut, turning back to look at you. She tilts her head. “I don’t know why you don’t ever come to watch our practices.”

You glance outside at the torrential rain, wind battering the branches, and frown. Golden firelight flickers in the glass, a sharp contrast to the unwelcoming greys of the outside. “Because it’s cold and wet and boring? I’m fine just coming to your matches.”

Alicia pouts. “Come tomorrow? I’m not the only one who’d like to see you there.”

“What do you mean by that? I swear to Merlin if you’re trying to set me up again-”

“Come along and you’ll find out.” She winks, flipping over onto her front to look at you with a worrying grin. “I promise you it’s worth your while.”

“Oi, Wood, we brought Y/N along to watch.”

Fred’s head snaps towards the figure in the stands, catching Alicia’s smug grin.

“How many times have I said that I don’t want spectators during practices?” Oliver raises his eyebrows, leaning against his broom.

“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Oliver,” Angelina groans. “You know that Y/N isn’t spying on our tactics or anything like that.”

“I swear she’s basically your sister anyway,” Katie remarks.

Oliver shakes his head. His own team mutinying against him. “Evenif it’s Y/N.”

“I’ll make it up to you after practice, babe,” Alicia winks. Harry flushes, the tips of his ears turning pink, and Katie laughs at him.

Fred groans, sharing a look with George. “Can you two please stop fucking in the changing rooms? Some of us actually want to use it for its intended purpose.”

“As if you wouldn’t jump at the chance to get alone with Y/N in there,” Angelina chimes in, smirking at him.

Fred rolls his eyes, cheeks flushing as he fails to retaliate.

George sniggers, flashing him a mocking grin. “I’ll go greet our guest.”

“Absolutely no way, Weasley, get back here, we need to start practice.”

Wood’s orders fall on deaf ears as George jogs over to you, calling out your name and waving frantically. You put your book down next to you, standing up to lean against the railings. In all honesty, you were only here to see Fred, a fact that you definitely wanted to keep hidden you’re your roommates. They would never let you hear the end of it.

“Hey Georgie.”

Your voice drifts over to Fred on the breeze, a slight chuckle to your tone, and he scowls. He hates how you have a nickname for his brother, hates how feels like he’s competing and knows it’s not fair on George.

“That’s a foul look, Freddie.” Angelina snorts as he turns towards her, frown deepening. She laughs at him, stumbling mockingly as he pushes her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Oliver wades in, thwacking him gently on the back of his head with his broomstick. Fred hisses, rubbing the spot, but Oliver just shrugs at him. “We have practice to get on with. George Weasley, get the fuck over here.”

Oliver’s yelling signals the end of practice as he berates his team for messing around too much. Every time you had looked over, Fred had been distracted, missing the Bludgers and ignoring his teammates’ calls. And you had a terrible feeling it had something to do with your presence; you had made him uncomfortable, unwilling to have fun in front of you, or something. You knew coming was a bad idea.

You make your way down to the pitch as the team trails off, chatting animatedly, although Fred still seems distracted. He forces a smile when he sees you. Shit. It was definitely your fault.

George and Oliver tackle you into a sweaty hug, hair damp from the drizzle and exertion, cheeks burnished red by the wind. You wriggle, laughing as they keep a tight hold on you. George shakes his hair in your face, and you groan, pushing them off.

“You guys are disgusting; go take a shower.”

“Care to join me?” George wiggles his eyebrows, slinging an arm round your shoulders. You shove him away, miming sticking a finger down your throat, and he just chuckles at you.

Angelina scoffs. “It’s not like we’ll actually get in there; Alicia will be too busy making it up to Oliver.”

“Again?” Your eyebrows shoot up, turning to your roommate with laugh. “Have you two ever heard of bedroom?”

George covers Harry’s ears, the poor kid squirming and pink in the face. You always forget that they have a third year on their team. It isn’t a common thing because the better players tend to come from the older years… or those with pureblood parents, in that Malfoy boy’s case.

Angelina and Katie laugh at Oliver’s red face as he blusters, trying to reassert his authority over his team. George is equally unhelpful, commenting on whether Oliver was this poor at being dominant in bed as well as on the pitch, and Harry looks like he’d rather be anyway else than in the conversation. Your focus, however, is drawn to Fred marching ahead of everyone, absorbed in his thoughts.

You jog to catch up, hoping to at least apologise for turning up to practice unwanted. “Hey, Freddie.”

He breaks free from whatever he’s thinking about, shouldering his broomstick and giving that familiar smirk. Merlin, he made your knees weak. “So what did Alicia and Angelina promise you to get you out here? I’m pretty sure you said that you’d rather kiss Filch than come to one of these practices.”

You laugh, cheeks heating up as you remember that very drunken conversation. “I hope you won’t hold me to that. Um, Alicia said something about it being worth my while, which hasn’t yet been proven true.”

“My company not good enough?”

“Freddie, I can hang out with you without having to sit on a bench for two hours, freezing my bum off and watching you lot play with balls.”

He rubs his hands together, huffing into them to create some friction, and holds them out to you. “I can warm your bum up?”

You swat him on the shoulder, heat crawling up the back of your neck. “Down, boy.”

He slips an arm around your shoulders, the pair of you falling into a comfortable silence. You know each other well, and you’re happy enough to just enjoy his company. But your guilt niggles at you, and you realise that there’s no way you could leave the subject of the practice alone.

“Freddie…”

He hums an acknowledgement, shooting a glare at something over his shoulder, but you’re too slow to spot whatever has him riled.

“During practice, you seemed a little distracted… Is everything alright?”

Of all the things he expects you to say, it isn’t that.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He sounds lacklustre to his own ears, unable to convince even himself. How could he say that he could barely keep his eyes off of you? Or that he’d been pining over you for several years now?

“Really?” You give him an unconvinced look, before dropping it and sighing. “Freddie, you can tell me anything. I’m always here for you. Promise.”

Fred pushes open the door to the changing room, hesitating as he turns back to look at you and beckons you in before he can think twice. The room is rather more sweet-smelling than usual, but that will change as soon as the rest of the team walks in. The rest of the team. Fuck. Fred knows exactly what they’ll say about the two of you alone in the changing room, and he doesn’t want you to have to endure their ribbing.

“I’m fine, I swear. But if you stay in here much longer, the others will walk in, and Merlin knows what jokes they’ll start making.”

You shrug. “Not sure I’d mind. Maybe we should prove them right.”

Fred chokes on his saliva, eyes wide as saucers as his head whips towards you. He certainly doesn’t feel very suave now, speechless and staring.

“So you going to kiss me or just continue gawking at me?”

That prompts him into action, a little too late to regain the upper hand, but enough time to remedy his speechlessness.

Your eyelids flutter shut as his lips brush your, stopping as he gazes into your half-open eyes. The desire that burns his veins intensifies as you blink slowly up at him, your tongue swiping across your bottom lip. The sweet scent of your perfume is mixed with the earthy tones of the outdoors, filling his senses as he deepens the kiss. One hand slides up to grip his hair, the other cupping the side of his cheek as he pulls you into him, head rushing.

His lips are soft against yours and you gasp as his teeth pull at your lip; heat rising from your feet, rushing throughout your body.

George wolf-whistles, and you break away from Fred, hiding your face in his shoulder. They would never let you hear the end of it, especially considering how much you had mocked Alicia and Oliver.

“Finally made a move, Freddie?”

He chuckles at you, pressing a light kiss on the top of your head before turning to face his teammates.

“Oh, bugger off, you lot.”

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