#I do think he LOVES ron and projects that love onto the Weasleys very quickly ginny included

[greenerteacups]

thoughts on Ginny and Harry as a couple?

There are a lot of people who find their romance in HBP forced. I don't think it's forced so much as underwritten, and the books don't get the chemistry quite right (though the movies certainly don't, either). There's potential, but they just don't get enough actual scenes of substance (besides Harry thinking she's pretty or feeling jealous of Dean) for a lot of readers to buy that they're not only in love, but deeply enough in love to break up, get back together, and wind up married.

That's not to say I don't see the appeal. There's a very cool scene in Book 5 where Harry's doing a woe-is-me-Chosen-One act, and Ginny effortlessly puts him in his place about it by reminding him that she was possessed by Voldemort at eleven, which is a rare glimpse into her character and also a great synecdoche for their relationship — Ginny is a grounding presence who, like Ron and Hermione, isn't going to be awed by his past adventures because she knew him before they happened. In that respect, Ginny's probably one of the few women Harry could feasibly wind up with, because he only ever seems comfortable around people (let alone girls) who can see past the Chosen-One schtick and treat him like a normo (see: Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Luna, Hagrid). True to type, he doesn't get interested in Ginny at all until she's ditched her celebrity crush and ceased to view him as an idol, because in his heart of hearts, Harry wants to be a normal boy, and it's stressed over and over that part of what he likes about his relationship with Ginny is how normal it feels. He kind of has a horribly supercharged version the celebrity dating problem: after the Battle of Hogwarts, anyone he meets is going to know him first as Harry Potter, Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, and Actually Fucking Resurrected Messiah of the Wizarding World, which is... I mean, it's possible that there are witches out there who could get over that, but Harry's not an extroverted guy, and I'm not sure how he'd go about finding them. Ginny's the one who's been there since the beginning, doesn't need anything about him or his past explained to her, and actually likes him for who he is.

When you look at it that way, it's not surprising he married his high school girlfriend. She's one of the few people still alive who doesn't see him as a demigod.

#in general I was never one to ship harry with anybody #what I wanted for him was a long quiet life and plenty of therapy #maybe some dogs. i think harry needs dogs and deserves them #The other obvious solution ftr — though not one I think Harry would take — is for him to marry a muggle #though again. you'd run into the problem of how you explain All That #which harry doesn't like to talk about and probably would want to talk about even less as an adult #plus also: harry loves magic. like he loves it loves it #the muggle world for harry is permanently connected with the dursleys and it would take years to break that association #which I just don't think he's going to invest #Harry post-BOH is moving to Hogsmeade or wizarding London or some other magical neighborhood and staying there forever #by the way this post is not anti Harry and Ginny! no hate on the ship I've seen versions of it that are very cute #but I just think their love story needed Sauce #there are also some really interesting posts I've found in Deep Fandom crackship blogs about h/g as Harry's sublimated desire for Ron #now I don't necessarily buy that reading. I don't think Harry is in love with Ron in the original text #I do think he LOVES ron and projects that love onto the Weasleys very quickly ginny included #and I think Ron is his soulmate platonic or otherwise in every universe #so marrying Ginny has like. Implications. vis-a-vis Harry's status as a Weasley and adoptive brother[in law] of Ron #like it's a full-circle moment where he becomes officially legally a member of Ron's family #which I do believe JKR had in mind. even though that basically means ginny's wedding becomes kinda... actually... about her brother... #it's weird basically. my final verdict is I wish H/G had been written by an author who was more interested in Ginny for Ginny's sake. #greenteacup asks

[prettyboypucey]

Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it) 

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N 

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?) 

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something. 

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong. 

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid 

     I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

     When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

     Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

     Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

     Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

     Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

     Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

     Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

     “Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

     I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

     She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

     “You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

     “I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

     Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

     “I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

     I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

     Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

     I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

     “Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

     Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

     Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

     The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

     His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

     I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

     “So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

     I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

     “I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

     “Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

     I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

     Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

     At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

     “Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

     “Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

     Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

     Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

     “So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

     “Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

     Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

     “Um-”

     I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

     George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

     “Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

     The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

     The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

     “Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

     George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

     Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

     “Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

     George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

     I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

     “We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

     George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

     Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak. 

     Weird weird weird.

     The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

     When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

     “Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

     As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

     “What did you do?”  

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #george weasley fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x platonic!reader #charlie weasley imagine #hp #harry potter

[thora-jane]

Twin-Way Mirror pt iii

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 3: The twins help you to get settled and together you catch up on how your summers have been

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,321

female!reader, 2nd person POV

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 1: After recalling how you first met Fred and George, you finally arrive at the burrow and reunite with your favorite twins.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,196

female!reader, 2nd person POV

***

The three soon-to-be fourth years had brought in your things, and as you carried the owl cage and your yarn bag, Fred and George Carried your trunk, navigating up around the narrow bends of the staircases that wove their way through the burrow.

“Ginny offered to have you stay in her room-”

“But Hermione’s already there.”

“Harry’s sharing Ron’s room-”

“And ickle Percykins is too big headed and busy with important ministry work to share his room.”

The two let their conversation bounce back and forth before finishing in unison.

“So you’re staying in our room!”

“Don’t worry,” George nodded seriously as he kicked their door open, “All explosions shall be kept to a minimum, particularly during the wee hours of the night.”

“We understand that beauty sleep is very important to a lady at this stage in life. And we would not want to be the cause of you being any uglier than you already are,” Fred added, mirroring George’s tone as they set down your trunk in their room. After which George promptly smacked him on the head.

“How dare you insult our lovely guest. You foul git, no wonder you’re not her favorite!” You smiled to yourself, placing the cage on the windowsill and your bag on the cot. The two were still shoving each other, but as you turned around you were able to get the first good look at them that you’ve had in months.

They had both shot up so much in the past few months. And their hair, it was even longer than Harry or Ron’s.

It didn’t look too bad, either.

“Careful there, Eros might come back and fly straight into your mouth if you leave it hanging open like that,” George cracked, “Why the open drawbridge?”

You realized you might have been staring for a second, not only that, but your mouth wasn’t exactly closed. You clamped your jaw shut, then opened your mouth again to stammer out, “Your hair’s so...so tall.” You could feel your voice crack at the last word, and you immediately regretted it.

The two boys nearly fell on each other with laughter, gathering up a handful each of their hair and holding it up so it stood on end. Between laughs they both gasped out, “Your HAIR! So TALL!”

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. Grabbing a pillow off of one of the twin’s beds, you smacked them both with it. But your beating left no impact on their fits of giggles and instead they grabbed you hands and pulled you into a group hug, messing up your hair before you shoved their arms off with a grin and exasperated sigh.

“Shouldn’t we go wash up? I’m starving,” You said, trying to squeeze in between the twins and out the doorway. You paused, turning to the twin nearest to you and leaning up to their face, staring rather closely.

“Urm…(y/n)? What are you doing?” They hesitated, not breaking eye contact, but freezing up when you tucked their hair behind their ear. Your hand lingered slightly as you searched for a cluster of freckles but came up empty.

“Just trying to figure out which one you are. It’s a bit difficult with all that hair. Nice to see you again, Freddie.” You smiled, patting him on the head before heading off to the bathroom to wash up. You couldn’t hear exactly what had happened, but you figured one of them had smacked the other on the head again. It was a wonder no one had ever gotten a concussion with all the smacking and hitting that happened.

***

Dinner with the Weasleys was never a dull moment. Hardly anything was a dull moment with the Weasleys around. Soon enough, the nine of you retired to the living room, where you and Molly sat working on your projects while everyone else buzzed with excitement that you’d be off to the Quidditch World Cup in the morning.

“(y/n), you’re going to love it. It’s Ireland against Bulgaria and for sure Ireland is going to win!” One of the twins exclaimed from their spot behind you. Ron started to argue, going on about how Viktor Krum was far better than all of Ireland put together.

“He’s a fine example of what the true art of Quidditch can be! You of all people would appreciate that, right (y/n)?” Ron pleaded, ignoring Fred and George’s show of swoons and sighs and Ginny’s giggles from her spot on the couch. It was true, you were a fan of Quidditch, but you weren’t quite that great at it, something about it just didn’t quite stick with you.

But in no way were you bad at flying. You were actually fantastic at flying, and you loved it. In your first year of flying courses at Hogwarts, not only had you managed to exceed at flying, but you were also the only one to successfully dabble in broom tricks when Madame Hooch wasn’t looking. Flying wasn’t a game for you, it was more of a dance.

But of course, Quidditch was no dance.

“I’d like to see (y/n) try and play quidditch,” a twin laughed, sitting down next to your spot on the floor, laying back so his head was resting in your lap, “Artfulness only gets you so far, Ronald, but you need more than cool tricks to be good at Quidditch,” He looked up at you, an apologetic grin on his face, “no offense, of course.”

You looked down at him, his hair spread out on your yarn as he smiled up at you, eyes scanning your face for a moment. For a second, everything seemed to go quiet. Of course, it didn’t actually fall quiet, the other Weasleys continued on with the conversation. But you and Fred (your best guess, at least) didn’t say a word as you sat there, looking down at his head in your lap. It was the quietest he had been since before dinner. His face seemed so patient, like he wasn’t going to say anything until you said something first, like he was waiting for you to do something, or come up with some sort of response.

You felt your face get warmer, and your mind quickly made the excuse that the cause was from his breath. After all, his face was close enough to yours that you could feel him breathing on you.

You shrugged off the thought that this interaction held any particular meaning as you stuck out your tongue and poked him in the nose with your hook, “Get outta my face, Fred,” you retorted, biting back a smile.

He shot back to sitting in front of you, turning around so he could face you again as he leaned in with a frown, “Come now, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings but there’s no need to call me ugly! We both know you could make it onto the team if Oliver wasn’t such a stiff and Harry wasn’t an insufferable golden boy.”

You paused, setting down your yarn and hook. In the background you thought you heard Harry object to the twin’s comment, but you paid more attention to the face of the boy in front of you, tucking his long hair behind his ear and tilting his head in order to get a good look behind his ear. Freckles.

“My apologies, George,” you answered, not moving your hand from the side of his face.

“None taken, my fine lady friend,” He smiled, keeping his head still, “After all, noticing the subtle differences and nuanced signs of beauty is a skill that is only acquired through rigorous practice.”

You smirked, debating whether to move your hand or not. You could almost swear he was leaning into your touch, but you ignored the thought, “I take it you’ve had the practice?”

“Oh, years of it,” he winked. He opened his mouth again to say something else, but before he had the chance, Mr. and Mrs. Weasely stood up, announcing that they were off to bed.

“You kids ought to get some rest too, we leave bright and early tomorrow morning,” Mr. Weasely said, glancing over at all of you, “We’re meeting up with the Diggorys and it’s best not to keep Amos waiting.”

Shortly after, Ginny and Hermione got up and said their goodnights. Then Harry and Ron. After that, it was just you and the twins sitting around in the living room, with George had draped himself across the couch, Fred sitting on the floor leaning against the chair, and you sitting in the middle of the floor, lying on your back with your arms tucked behind your head.

“What about your summer, (y/n)? You’ve been awfully quiet about what you’ve been up to the past few months,” George asked lazily, his hand tucked under his chin as he watched you work at the lion's hat.

“Oh, not much. A bit of reading, a bit of yarn work, letter writing. Also having my parents pester me about studying traditional school subjects, but that’s nothing new,” You sighed, craning your neck to look back at him, “I don’t lead as exhilarating a life as you guys think I do.”

But George didn’t really seem to hear that last bit, “I don’t get it. You’re a witch. You’ve spent the past five years learning magic, wouldn’t those be your traditional subjects? That doesn’t really make sense. And besides, what if you decide to live fully in our world? Muggle University wouldn’t do you that much good, would it?” He rolled off the couch and laid down next to you, “I mean, say you were to live with us for the rest of your life. It wouldn’t matter much how in depth you know the muggle world, right?”

You paused, setting your project down on your chest, “I suppose you’re right,” you sighed, stretching your arms in front of you before placing them at your side, “But good luck explaining that to my mum and dad.”

“And what if we did?” Fred piped up, crawling over to be with the two of you, “What would they do? Not charm us with their lack of magic? How threatening! Oh, hold me (y/n) I’m quivering in my socks!” He declared, grabbing your hand and hugging it to his chest, “Will they dare recite their ‘traditional muggle subjects’ at me? How terrible!”

You laughed not pulling away as you waved your free hand dramatically in front of the three of you, “Traffic regulations! Basic laws of parliament! Analysis of English literature! Taxes! Maths!”

“Oh! I’m so scared!” he cried in a high-pitched voice, holding your hand tighter as he curled up into your side, “Don’t let them take me, (y/n)!” he mumbled into your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was laughing, or fake crying. Either way, you chuckled a bit before leaning your head against his with a sigh.

“I mean it though,” George started again as he rolled onto his front and stared up at the empty fireplace, “If you stayed with us in the wizarding world, would they still make you go to a muggle university?”

You looked at him thoughtfully before reaching up and ruffling his hair, “I’m not sure, Georgie. I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?” He looked down at you and stuck out his tongue, which you took as an agreement, before looking back to the clock.

“It is rather late, isn’t it?” you asked. Before he could respond, Fred started fake-snoring into your shirt sleeve, having not moved from when he curled up in the first place.

“Oh shut up, you big baby,” George rolled his eyes, nudging his brother’s head with his foot, “I’m going to bed. If this menace gives you any heartache just holler for your knight in shining armor and I’ll send mum to get his arse.” Fred mumbled something into your shoulder, hugging you close as George lightly kicked him again.

After George had started upstairs, you tilted your head to face Fred, “Do you plan on moving anytime soon, Freddie?” You smiled as he pulled you closer, mumbling something again before looking up at you.

“What if I’m already asleep?’’ he asked, a stupid grin on his face, “What would you do then? Awake a sleeping beauty? You wouldn’t. Would you?” he leaned up and kissed your forehead, “that would be a crime.”

For a second you could have sworn your heart stopped. You guys didn’t do kisses, did you? Mrs. Weasley did, and you once kissed Ron and Percy on the cheek as a joke. But you and the twins never did kisses. Was this a new thing? It might be. Part of you hoped it was.

You paused, several questions bubbling up in your mind. It was then that you noticed the look on Fred’s face, his brow furrowed and his eyes were scanning your face, “You alright, (y/n)?” He seemed nervous, and you could feel his arms pull back slightly.

After a moment, you smiled and sat up, “Never better. I am a bit tired though, and we have to get up early. We ought to go to bed, right?” You stood up, brushing back your hair before gathering up your project and stuffing it into your bag.

The two of you quietly began your way upstairs, his arm over your shoulder. You opened the door as quietly as you could, tip-toeing past George’s bed and over to your trunk, rifling through the dark to find a t-shirt and some sweatpants and heading off to the bathroom to change.

You were nearly out the door when a tired voice yawned from under blankets, “Goodnight, (y/n). Sweet dreams.”

You turned back, smiling, though you were sure he couldn’t see you. “Goodnight, Georgie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george x reader #george weasley #george x y/n #george x you

[theweasleysredhair]

Wait For It [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 3488

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: ‘Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes.’ [Based on ‘Wait For It’ from the musical Hamilton].

WARNING: major character death, other character deaths

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A/n: got a bit carried away with the angst... prepare your hearts guys - i cried a lot and i’m the one who wrote it. anyways lil shoutout to haley @wand3ringr0s3 bc she let me talk out this fic idea and also she’s the queen of angst fics. anyways enjoy x

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Love;-

His ginger hair was illuminated by the light from the fire, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief and lips curled up into a cheeky smile - one you adored on him, one that made your heart race.

He sat beside Lee, retelling the story of one of his more outrageous pranks, waving his hands in enthusiasm as you smiled at him. You weren’t quite listening, too caught up in his voice and how passionate he was, your heart beating fast as you pulled a knee up to rest your chin on as you watched him.

The conversation moved on quickly from there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your gaze from the eldest twin, moving to lean on George’s arm as you listened, but making no move to join in with them.

“I can’t wait to ask her.”

The words piqued your interest, and you almost jolted from your seat as you heard him say those words, feeling like your heart was in your throat.

Who was he talking about?

“She’s... she’s amazing. She’s smart, she’s funny. She’s fit. If she says yes to me, I’ve hit the jackpot I reckon,” Fred grinned, leaning back into the sofa. His eyes flickered over to you for just a moment and you smiled back at him absent-mindedly.

You couldn’t help it. You loved him.

Lee nudged Fred, wiggling his eyebrows at him, “When are you gonna ask her to the ball?”

Fred cleared his throat and sat up straighter, and you caught his gaze, a small - very hopeful - part of you praying he was going to ask you, and ask you at that moment.

When his gaze moved swiftly onto George, you finally looked away, staring at the fire. And though you knew, deep down, that he wasn’t talking about you, you hoped.

“Tomorrow.”

You’d wait and hope with all your heart he’d pick you.

***

You’d felt nervous all day, a ball of negative energy curling in your stomach as you wandered through your lessons aimlessly, heart clenching every time you saw Fred speaking to a girl, hoping he wasn’t asking her, yet knowing he might be.

You thought studying in the hall was going to be an easy hour, sitting by your close friends, including Angelina and Alicia, the twins and Lee sitting a little further up the benches, near Harry and Ron.

There was some mumbling, and then you heard Ron hiss, “Who’re you going with then?”

You slowly looked up, so as to not draw attention to yourself or show yourself as interested, however as you glanced over at the boys, you noticed Fred staring.

And for a moment, a small gap in time, your heart leapt as you thought he was looking at you. His brown eyes caught yours and he winked, and you felt your throat closing up, thought maybe there was a possibility of him asking you.

He threw the scrunched up ball of paper in your direction, and you held your breath, a smile curling onto your lips as the paper flew towards you. You practiced how you’d say yes to him in your head, imagined what you’d wear, how you’d do your makeup. What colour his tie would be - the same colour as your dress, you’d hope.

And then the paper sailed past your eyeline, hitting Angelina on her shoulder. Your heart sank, blood rushing through your ears as you watched Fred ask her to the ball, felt the pain in your chest growing as watched her nod.

It was one thing knowing he didn’t feel the same about you as you did about him, another to know he felt that way for someone else. More specifically, one of your closest friends.

You ripped your gaze away from them and stared down at the paper in front of you, quill nearly breaking from the force you were applying to it, throat closing up as you blinked away your tears, not wanting anyone to see.

The study time felt like it lasted hours, your hands shaking as you packed your things up and headed straight for your common room, burying yourself under the blankets on your bed and screaming into your pillow.

You were sure you were in love with Fred Weasley, as certain as you were that the sky was blue and grass was green. Your happiness grew when you heard him laugh, heart pounding whenever he was near.

He loved Angelina though.

Tears soaked your pillow as you tried to put your heart back together somehow. Tried to be okay with it.

But how were you supposed to get over a boy you were never with? How were you supposed to fall out of love with someone that didn’t love you?

Your chest ached, eyes sore from wiping away tears, yet they still fell.

And so you sat, crying over a love you never had. And most likely never would.

-

Death;-

“How’re you feeling?” Fred asked as he joined you in a secluded area of the castle. The battle preparations were ongoing, with everyone quickly projecting all the protective spells they knew on any part of the school they could.

You looked out and could see a swarm of black figures heading towards you in the distance, making everything seem that much more real, that much more scary.

“Scared,” you admitted glancing up at the redhead, who nodded.

“Me too,” he confirmed. He opened his arms and pulled you into his chest, into a warm hug. You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent as your arms wrapped tightly around him.

You both stood there for just a while, his hands rubbing your back reassuringly, and you decided, in that moment, you needed to tell him.

You needed to tell him you loved him.

Needed him to know, before you both set off fighting. Needed to know if there was chance for you both - if this was another reason to fight.

“I need to tell you something, before it all starts,” your voice was quiet, but you knew Fred heard as he pulled away to look at you, his hands still holding your waist as he focused on you.

“What is it?”

“I-“ you hesitated for a moment, swallowing nervously as your gaze dropped to the floor. Fred lifted your head up gently with his thumb, a touch that set your skin alight, one that sent shivers down your spin.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, in contrast to his usual booming voice, a concerned look set on his features as he looked down at you, his brown eyes showcasing his worry.

“Please don’t hate me,” you replied, just as soft. You squeezed your eyes tightly, feeling him grab one of your hands in his as the hand on your chin moved to cup your cheek.

“Darling, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

You bit your lip, reopening your eyes and catching his gaze, your heart pounding as you tried to think of the words you wanted to say, “I don’t want to go into this battle without you knowing, so I- I guess what I’m trying to say is... well, I’m in love with you.”

Silence is odd, having the ability to be both comfortable and tension-filled depending on the company and context. Usually, silence around Fred was comforting, knowing he was there without either of you having to say a word. But this silence, the silence that hung over you, made your heart leap to your throat, and you swallowed harshly, wincing at the wide-eyed look he was giving you at this revelation.

His hand dropped from your cheek and he stepped away just a little, just enough that you swore he probably could’ve heard your heart crack, before he finally spoke, his voice a shaky whisper, as if he didn’t know what to say, how to reply.

“Y/n, darling, I love you...”

You felt your eyes widening a little, heart beating fast now due to his response. You didn’t think you’d ever hear him say those three little words, ones that held so much meaning. The beginnings of the battle around you faded, and you could only think about how you loved Fred, and Fred loved you. Everything was going to be okay - you had each other.

Just as you were going to step forward, a watery laugh nearly escaping your lips, you realised he was still finishing his sentence, that he hadn’t finished answering you.

“... but only as a friend.”

His voice was gentle, but his words cut like glass, sharp pieces hitting your chest and ripping your skin, the words reverberating in your head. And suddenly warm tears were falling down your cheeks - you’d let yourself get your hopes up, let yourself imagine a life where you loved Fred and he loved you. When in reality, he didn’t love you.

He wasn’t in love with you.

You took a shaky breath, nodding at him as you pressed your lips together, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stepped back away from him.

“I know,” you whispered, looking away from his gaze, feeling embarrassed, above anything else, trying to force a smile onto your face, “I-I know... I just- I needed to tell you.”

You swallowed, shaking your head. You felt stupid. He’d never shown he was interested, you didn’t know why you’d ever thought there was a chance.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, before reaching out towards you, a look of sympathetic despair crossing his features as he tried to bring you closer to him.

As his fingers brushed yours and you pulled away as though he burnt you, he felt his heart clench, taking a shaky breath as he watched one of his closest friends pull away from him, tears lining his vision as you moved further away from him, his hand hovering mid-air as though he still wanted - needed - you to be near him.

“Love, please. I-I can’t lose you. Please, let’s just- Let’s talk about this. After all this- please. Don’t walk away, I-I need you Y/n. I’m sorry I don’t lov- but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I care about you so so much,” his lips were trembling, tears falling freely as he reached out again, a sob escaping his lips as you hesitated, allowing him to take his hand in yours for just a moment.

“It’s okay, Freddie,” you whispered, though he and you both knew it wasn’t okay, and possibly wouldn’t ever go back to the way things were before you told him you loved him, “I just- I need to be alone.”

“We’re going into battle, I need you to know that I-“

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I can’t do this.”

Fred tried desperately to get you to stay. He didn’t want to watch you leave, to watch you walk away from him. Not like this, not when you were both about to risk your lives fighting in a dangerous battle, where one wrong move could cost you your life.

“But I-“

“I need to go,” You pulled your hand from his and turned on your heel, wiping your tears away quickly as you ran off.

Fred’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, as if he wanted to call after you, before closing it again and shaking his head sadly, wiping a last lone tear that fell down his cheek before shoving his hands into his pockets.

He’d find you after the battle and speak to you, he decided.

He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

***

You were tired. The battle wore on around you as you stumbled through the fallen pieces of the building around you, overwhelmed at the fighting and overcome with the realisation that you were basically a bunch of kids trying to fight in a war you tried to prevent.

You hadn’t seen anyone for a while, being towards the back of the school, only fighting the occasional death eater who wandered close to you. You were hiding out after a particularly nasty hex left a gash down your arm, trying your best to bandage it up as best you could.

You hoped everyone was okay, had already passed by Colin Creevey lying on the floor as you found somewhere to hide. You’d almost stopped for a moment, hoping he was just unconscious, however the angle he was lay at told you otherwise, and you forced yourself to move on before anyone came back.

Still reeling with emotion from your talk before the battle, you’d shot spells carelessly at death eaters, hoping it was enough to keep them away. To keep you alive.

You turned the corner, wand raised, your eyes scanning the scene as you tried to find somebody - anybody.

And that’s when you saw it.

A flash of light, and you felt yourself running towards it, stumbling over the rubble, dodging spells in desperation. It hit the wall, the ginger boy stood underneath unaware.

You screamed out his name, the sound somehow cutting through the spells and fighting, your lungs burning as you willed yourself to run faster.

It played out in your mind in slow motion, the light, the stone crumbling, falling.

Fred turned at the sound of your voice, a smile etched on his face from something Percy had said, but just before you could push him out of the way, the wall fell.

You halted, barely metres away, nearly losing your footing as you choked out a sob, tears streaming as you stared at Percy, who had the same stricken look on his face.

Neither of you spared a glance around you before rushing towards where the eldest twin once stood, desperate to find him, to make sure he was okay.

Removing the pieces of rubble with a desperation you didn’t know you could feel, until you found a tuft of ginger hair sticking out between two broken bricks. Your heart clenched, stuck in your throat as you revealed his face, his last smile etched onto his features.

You didn’t hear the scream that left your mouth, didn’t feel Percy gently moving you so he could remove the stones from on top of the rest of Fred’s body.

Your eyes wandered across his face, his freckled skin, the slope of his nose and down to his chapped lips. Tears fell onto his face as your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping onto the fabric of his sweater, sobs racking through your body as you ignored the battle going on around you.

“Wake up, Freddie, please wake up!”

Your pleas went unanswered, the ginger boy laying before you still, his face unwavering.

“No, please!” You sobbed. You didn’t notice Percy’s hand on your shoulder, or his heartbroken mentions to move his little brother away from the fighting - to move you away from the fighting.

You clung to Fred, not wanting to let him go, not being able to, “You gotta wake up, Fred. This isn’t funny, this isn’t a good prank. Please wake up. Please just-“

You ran a hand through his hair and wiped your tears off his cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for walking away. Please. We need you. George needs you. I need you. Please.”

Your voice cracked as you spoke to him, white noise filling your ears as all you could focus on was the sight of the boy laying before you, cuts across the side of his head, his brown eyes once shining, now dull. You grabbed his hand, holding it in yours, refusing to let go.

You weren’t sure when Fred’s body was taken from you, when he was moved into the Great Hall, too shaken up to think of anything but the thought of the wall falling over and over again, playing out in your mind like a cruel nightmare, each time you were too late, barely metres too late, seconds too late to stop it.

You sobbed into George’s shoulder, his head resting on yours as you both cried.

Before anything, Fred was one of your closest friends. One of your best friends. And now you’d never get to see him smile again, never hear his laugh or get to play silly pranks with him.

You’d never hug him again, never hear his flirty comebacks and witty jokes.

And as you felt George’s clutch tighten on you, both as broken as the other at losing the person you loved the most, a grief-stricken sob escaped your lips, causing George to pull away a little to see if you were okay, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face, still so caring after losing his other half, your bottom lip trembled as you thought back over everything.

You had walked away from him. Your last words bouncing around your head - I need to go. In your haste, you never said goodbye to the boy you loved. And now you never could, would never get the chance.

George squeezed his eyes tight as he brought you closer to his chest, you grabbing a handful of his t shirt in your fist as tears streamed down both your faces. You mumbled something inaudible into his chest and he moved to hear you better. The same words fell out of your mouth over and over, between broken sobs and falling tears,

“I’m sorry, I was too late.”

-

Life;-

The first few months after the battle were difficult. You saw him in everything - in every bit of laughter, every bright colour, every joke.

You saw him in George, who’d tried his hardest to forget. He’d smashed all his mirrors, tried to dye his hair, before you found him, collapsed in a ball of sobs in the middle of his flat, whispering, “Please, bring him back.”

After living his entire life with Fred in it, he didn’t know how to live without him.

You relied on each other to get you through, taking it day by day, trying to mend your hearts, broken in different, yet very similar ways.

The nightmares were the worst.

Waking up in cold sweats, seeing the wall collapse in front of you, knowing you were too late and didn’t get to say goodbye to the boy you loved. Knowing if you were just a few seconds earlier, George would still have his twin brother by his side, laughing and making jokes like usual.

“The worst part isn’t remembering. It’s easy to remember. The worst part, the hardest part, is those times I forget to remember. I forget that he’s not here, that he’s gone. And then I remember and I feel so guilty,” you’d told George, half a year after the battle. It was nearing Christmas, a time you both used to love, yet now you were apprehensive, didn’t know how to do Christmas without Fred.

George had replied sweetly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you. And whilst it didn’t feel the same as the way Fred had hugged you before the battle, the feeling was comforting, warm and familiar, “He knew you loved him. You cared for him, watched over him to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid. And now he gets to return the favour and watch over you.”

“He’s really gone isn’t he. He’s just... gone.”

The night you’d gone through his things with George was difficult. It was sad, sometimes overwhelming, but you also got to sit and just remember, reminding yourselves who Fred was.

With every Weasley product you found, with every photograph you came across, every sweater, broken quill and long-forgotten sketch, your sad tears began to turn into happy ones, laughing with George about your times in Hogwarts, about better days gone by.

It was funny, that even though he was gone, he could still bring smiles to your faces.

Maybe that’s why he was so special, why it hurt so much to lose him. He made the people around him happy, through everything.

You visited him often, needing to apologise, to properly say goodbye. Or just to feel like you were close to him again. To thank him for all he’d done, for allowing you to love him how you did. For being such an important person in so many people’s lives.

Wiping a tear that fell down your cheek, your hand reached out to hold onto the gravestone before you for balance, smiling through your tears as your fingers ran across his name, engraved on the stone.

‘Fred Weasley

1st April 1978 - 2nd May 1998’

You kneeled down, placing a single flower across the grass in front of the stone. It’d been years since you’d lost Fred and somehow the pain got worse every day.

But you knew, with time, things would get better. You’d find your happiness, and learn to move on.

All you had to do was wait for it.

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hello! could I request something among the lines of strangers/enemies to lovers/crushes with harry still? I'm literally in: desperate need

A/N: Ahh! I am sorry you are in desperate need and I took so long! Thank you for being patient with me <3

“Enough!” Professor Sprout huffed, as her rounded cheeks grew red and splotchy. The room was humid and there was already sweat gathered at the professor’s brow. Neville had successfully dropped four pots because a Slytherin kept tossing pebbles at his back, Ron Weasley had just finished a soil flinging war with Finnigan over something as silly as who was better at casting spells (the answer was clearly neither of them), and Hermione kept droning on about how she wouldn’t be distracted by any of the nonsense going on but she had yet to begin Sprout’s instructions for the day. 

You scoffed at it all from your corner of the greenhouse while carefully tending to the flourishing plants in front of you. This was all asinine. 

“Oh find this amusing do you, Y/L/N?” Sprout huffed, eyes growing wide at your declaration of annoyance. You winced. Of course she heard it when it wasn’t for her. 

“N-no ma’am, I was just-” You tried to defend lamely, yet the woman was moving on to scold the rest of the students. 

“I am quite tired of the tomfoolery in this classroom! I demand respect for myself, for the living materials we learn with and for each other. Please gather your things and step away from your stations, I will be pairing you all up with someone you are unfamiliar with. By the end of the week I want cooperation, and quiet. Do you all hear me?” 

The sounds of discontent floated up in the air but were silenced as Sprout sent a glare to every student in the classroom. A few “yes ma’ams” and “we hear you” rang out before everyone, you included and started to gather up your things. You tucked your wand into your robe with your herbology book pressed up against your hip, you wandered to one of the far walls

You watched all of the students in the room and realized you could be put with anyone, besides Neville that is. You weren’t close with anyone there, not even those in your own house. Even Neville and you weren’t close but you at least knew he did his best in this class and you two had talked a time or two about different properties of the plants and what seemed to damage one and help another. It was just studying really. 

“Y/L/N, must I call your name a third time?” Sprout sighed and you paled. To be quite honest you hadn’t heard her the first or second time. “Please go sit beside Potter, as I instructed previously.” She emphasized and you rushed to the seat in embarrassment as a few students giggled around you. It was not your day.

And it continued to not be your day as you took your seat beside Harry Potter. You cast him one glance before staring back at the foliage around you. You didn’t know him well but you didn’t want to either. He seemed... Self-righteous? Egotistical? You weren’t quite sure but you had never been able to get along with the boy, you would get a sour taste in your mouth when you saw him do something grand or receive the highest praises seemingly for very little work.

 For godric’s sake, you tried your hardest every day and it didn’t seem to be enough for your family, for your peers, for your professors. You had to struggle to get recognition and Harry was given it simply for existing. 

“I’m-” Harry started trying to break the ice as he saw you look away, your eyes going vacant in the way Ron’s did when he was thinking about anything else when they were stuck in Astronomy class with Professor Sinistra. 

“I know who you are,” Your voice was clipped as you fiddled with the spine of your herbology book. 

Harry laughed softly, trying to shake of the cold that shot in his veins. What was your problem? “I know you now too, seems Sprout doesn’t like you very much today,” 

It  his harmless joking was a sore spot as you sent him a venomous look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. “Not everyone can be loved as much as you are Potter,” You spat and Harry rolled his eyes. 

“I’ve found that not being a bitter flobberworm really helps when trying to make friends, you should try it out,” 

“You-!” You began but students were gathering their things as the end of class was signaled. Still fuming, you left in a hurry not realizing you had left your class notes on the table. 

Harry gathered them up, not wanting to hear you bicker about them the next class period. 

--

You were barely focused in Potions as you realized that Herbology was quickly arriving. You didn’t mind the class of course but last week had not been your week and you were now worried to see Professor Sprout and Harry. You knew you had been short with him when he hadn’t deserved it but he’d been quite rude in calling you  “a bitter flobberworm”. Popular prat. 

You had a pout on your face as you gathered your things at the sound of scraping chairs and Snape droning on about an essay you knew you’d barely get a passing grade on. You weren’t bad at potions, yet you weren’t good. And that could be used to describe much of your participation in classes. 

Most thought you studious because you were tired but your teachers weren’t fond of you even if their hairs weren’t going gray because of you. You were average in all ways and you simply passed through life not being horrible but not being the best. 

By the time you had entered the greenhouse you were morose and even the sight of Harry, his friends circled around your table until class began, made you jealous. You didn’t want to be the most popular kid in school, nor did you want to be the prettiest or most intelligent, but to be recognized by anyone would surely fill the hole that had started to form in you. 

You sat down with a grunt, eyes kept pointing downwards. Hermione moved her schoolbooks that she had been resting in your spot to the side and you sent her a pinched smile as she tugged on Ron’s sleeve. The Weasley didn’t even have time to question the girl and she was pulling him away.

You thought at first it had been for your benefit but as you set out your notebook and quill you heard the chosen one let out a cough that clearly indicated he wished for your attention. You wanted to snap at him but figured he was right, being bitter would get you nowhere. 

“I wanted to say sorry,” He explained as your eyes found his. 

Your eyebrow perched to the top of your head in question. Harry took the hint and flushed a bit, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“For what I said last time, you’re not a flobberworm,”

The surprise must’ve been palpable on your face because he scratched the back of his neck and offered an additional, “I just want us to get along for the project and I think we got off on the wrong foot,” 

You nodded, letting a smile take over your features. You felt a million times better from the apology. You supposed you had been a bit too hard on the boy. 

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry too for how I acted last time,” You stuck your hand out to the Gryffindor with the crooked glasses and skewed tie. “I’m Y/N, and you are?” 

It took him a moment to catch up but then he was grasping your hand in his with a reassuring grip. “I’m Harry, nice to meet you,” 

The skin on your palm began to tingle from the contact and you felt your cheeks grow pink but luckily Sprout burst into the greenhouse with a declaration that there was much to be done and Harry’s hand slipped from yours.

Maybe this project wouldn’t be the hell you had feared it would be. 

--

“Surprised she didn’t bite your head off again,” Ron muttered between sloppy bites of turkey and rolls. 

Harry laughed as he saw his best friend suddenly wince and a smug look appear onto Hermione’s face. She had taken to kicking his shins when he ate with a particularly full mouth. He couldn’t help but catch the fond glance she sent the redhead’s way. 

“Y/N’s actually pretty great once you get to know her, we’ve even got a study date tomorrow after dinner,” Harry shrugged and Hermione perked up. 

“A study date?” She pointed out and Harry nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

“N-no! ‘Mione, I just meant that we were meeting to study,” 

“Harry likes Y/N?” Seamus asked as he swung his legs over the bench at the table. The boy was unfortunately not known for being quiet and Harry swung his head around trying to see if you were nearby. Thankfully he couldn’t see you. 

“No! I don’t like her like that, we are just paired up for Herbology,” His cheeks were undeniably red but he could’ve blamed the heat in the great hall from all the students congregating for dinner. 

Just because your surprise smile in class had caught him by surprise and tied his stomach in knots did not mean he liked you.

--

“No, wait Y/N-” Harry spoke softly as you went to write down your notes as he dictated from the textbook. His hand grasped yours with a familiarity odd for how little you two had interacted but it made you feel warm nonetheless. 

You paused, eyes wide and searching his in curiosity. “What is it Potter, mandrake melt your brains?” You teased playfully, foot nudging his as he continued his odd silence. 

He snorted and shook his head, unfortunately removing his hand from yours. It was just nice to have someone close for the first time. You told yourself to justify your disappointment. It wasn’t that Harry was special. It was just because he was nice and you didn’t have many friends to call your own. 

“I accidentally said asphodel but I meant to say dittany,” 

Now it was your turn to snort and you leaned forward in your seat to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “Feeling alright? How’d you manage to mix those two up?” 

Harry rolled his eyes, playfully pushing your hand away. “It’s hard to focus with you tapping your quill against the table every second,” He sent you a small smirk so you knew he didn’t mean anything by the simple jest. 

To be quite honest you had been the source of Harry’s distraction. He hadn’t realized how pretty you could be when you were in your element, relaxed. It seemed being away from the normal crowd of students did you well and he was happy to see that you were even teasing back. 

“Alright, I’ll try to stop, just keep reading,” You demanded a giggle attached to the end of your sentence that had all the tension from the school day leaving his shoulders. 

As you went back to writing he had the sudden urge to press his lips against your cheek. He feared you might stab him with your quill so he kept it to himself but he was starting to think Seamus hadn’t been entirely wrong. 

--

It’d nearly been a month of seeing each other twice a week for study sessions and once a week for Herbology and you were happy to admit you were Harry Potter’s friend. However, being his friend came with certain...duties. Duties like having to sit in the quidditch stands with wind cutting like ice against your robes and scarf.

“Harry!” You greeted with a grin, embracing the Gryffindor as he landed back onto the quidditch pitch. He hadn’t been able to attend your normal study sessions due to a game so you had decided to bundle up against the steadily cooling weather and support him while he played.

“Brilliant job today,” You praised, cheek pressed against his quidditch uniform. You were pleased to note that his arms were just as tight around you as yours were around him. 

“It’s because Neville was cheering me on I reckon,” He teased and you laughed, pulling away to affectionately pat the seeker’s cheek. His skin was ice cold from the winds but he was happier than you’d ever seen him and it made your heart skip a beat. 

You turned your nose up in the air but kept your hand pressed against his slowly warming skin. “And here I thought my presence made a difference,” 

“It does,” Harry spoke quickly and without any teasing in his tone. “It makes a world of a difference to me,” 

His hand had come to rest over yours and in a moment of bravery you grabbed it and interlocked your fingers, letting your hands sway between the both of you. Harry didn’t pull away, instead he chose to squeeze back. 

You blushed and locked your eyes on your shoes. You were feeling a bit lightheaded with all of this attention and for the first time in your life you were glad to see Ron headed your way looking like he had a million things to say. 

“Harry!” He called and you had to bite back a giggle as Harry sighed good-naturedly. 

“See you at the party tonight?” 

“I’m not sure,” You answered honestly, fingers falling away from his. 

Ron dragged him off before he could answer but he sent you a pleading look over his shoulder before he was gone from sight. Maybe you would make a short appearance just to congratulate him on his win. 

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“Missed you last night,” Harry commented, kissing your hairline as he settled into his seat at the library. Your herbology books were already open as were your textbooks. A silly doodle of a bowtruckle on a boat caught his eye as you thumbed through the pages looking for the most recent notes. 

You looked at him with apologetic eyes, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I know,” You sighed. “I took a shower before I planned on coming to the party but the hot water drained all my energy it seemed and I woke up nearly late for class this morning,” 

Harry shrugged, ruffling your hair and grinning as you swatted his hand. “It’s alright love, you can come next time we win,” 

Love. Your heart skipped and jumped and went off the high dive at the swimming pool. Needing extra reinforcement to hide your burning blush you took your hair down from it’s ponytail and stared at the homework assignment for that week. 

“Y-yeah!” You cursed your voice for coming out so breathy. “Of course I’ll be there, star seeker,” 

Harry laughed softly and it seemed he hadn’t noticed anything odd about your clear appreciation of his introduction to pet names. Does he call Hermione love? You wondered. 

“Can’t deny that, I’m pretty amazing,” Harry said but ended up snorting as you giggled, laughter bursting out between you two even if it was quickly quieted by Madam Pince’s scolding. 

“You really are,” You sighed fondly, a gentle smile curling the edges of your lips. Harry let himself stare unabashedly. Your quick acceptance of his bold teasing had him feeling breathless. 

Little did he know you were feeling the same way.

--

“Y/N,” You were surprised your name was called by a boy from Ravenclaw and not from Harry. He was usually the first to greet you in Herbology but it seemed he was late today. 

“Hello, Anthony,” You said, uncertain but polite. 

“Just wanted to say you look quite beautiful today,” The boy smiled simply before showing himself to his seat, not even waiting for you to reply. You could feel the fire that was creeping up your neck. He thought you were beautiful? 

Your mind remained trapped in it’s confused bubble for the rest of class. You snuck glances at Anthony and he did the same at you, both of you looking away as quickly as you could when you caught the other. 

“Everything okay?” Harry asked as you walked out of the greenhouse and you perked up. 

“Yeah, of course, why?” You asked and he gave you a puzzled look.

“You mean you’re not feeling weird or anything? You barely said a word during class,” 

“O-oh,” You laughed sheepishly. “It’s just- Well before you came to class one of the boys, Anthony, he called me-” 

“What’d he say?” Harry frowned, a sudden growl in his voice. “I’ll hex him into next week,” 

“Oh you idiot,” You giggled, “He called me beautiful, and well I just think it’s the first time I’ve heard it from anyone other than my parents or a relative. Just had me thinking was all, but yes I’m good-great even,” 

Harry’s stomach churned uncomfortably. He was relieved that no one had been cruel but for some reason he was all the more unsettled that someone was seeing you with the same lenses he did. It had taken a moment but Harry knew now how truly beautiful and amazing you were and it looked like he wasn’t the only one who had taken notice. 

“Oh, guess that’s good then,” He swallowed the lump in his throat and gave you a tight smile. “See you tonight,” 

Without warning, Harry was headed straight to his common room- grabbing Hermione’s arm on the way and dragging her along. You watched after him but he didn’t glance back. 

--

A sudden shake to your shoulder was waking you from the nap you hadn’t been aware you’d slipped into. “Huh?” You mumbled, head lifting from your textbook and a page following with you as it stuck to your cheek. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Came Harry’s reply, his shoulder still on your shoulder. 

Ah right. You had been in the library since right after dinner waiting for Harry to come and help with your studying. Ten minutes had gone by and you thought he might’ve forgot his notes. Twenty minutes then passed and you worried he’d fallen down the stairs. Thirty minutes ticked by and you were growing frustrated but the dim lights had your eyelids feeling heavy. Forty minutes since dinner and Harry was nowhere to be seen- you sleeping soundly on your textbook. 

“What time is it?” You croaked, rubbing your eyes and finding Harry was without notes. Instead he held a wilting bunch of asphodels in his hand. 

“You’ll hate me if I tell you, been racing around all evening and let the time get away from me,” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as you finally noticed he hadn’t sit down yet. 

“Do we need those for class?” You nodded towards the lily-like flowers. 

Harry flushed, his cheeks bright even in the dim light. “Uh no.. Got them for you,” 

“Harry-” You started, confused.

“Wait, wait,” He pleaded, swapping the flowers to his other hand and rubbing his hand on his pant leg. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was nervous. You were starting to feel it too, the familiar rush of adrenaline that set you on edge. Your hands were beginning to sweat as you worried over why your friend was acting so weird. 

“I know showing up late isn’t really impressive, nor was ditching you after class. But when you told me what that Ravenclaw said I got in my head a bit... So I grabbed the smartest witch I knew and we spent all of dinner trying to figure out some grand way for me to make you forget about Anthony because I got mad he’d gotten the guts to tell you that you were beautiful before I could,” 

Your stared at the chosen one with more confusion than ever before. Sure he’d been more affectionate recently and you two had been spending more time together but you didn’t think it came from a place of interest... At least not for him. But standing here listening to him you couldn’t help but wonder. 

“Harry were you jealous?” You asked, being unable to fight the smile even if your heart was pounding uncomfortably. 

“Godric, yes,” He laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His shoulders drooped a little but he still held the asphodels out to you. “so Y/N, I’m not Anthony and I’m not the first, but I think you are the most stunning girl I’ve ever met. Clearly not even close to being a flobberworm.” 

You laughed, grasping the asphodels in your hand as you stood. It felt odd staring at a bunch of flowers as Harry spoke from the heart. You wanted to look into his clear and beautiful eyes. 

“Harry?” You sounded amused as you interrupted his rambling.

“Yes Y/N?” Harry sounded bashful as he said your name. 

You set the flowers on the table, hands pressing against Harry’s chest as he settled his hands slowly and unsurely onto your hips. He swallowed once more, eyes wide and soft. Were you going to shove him? Maybe this was when you’d stab him with a quill. 

“Kiss me?” 

And despite his initial fear of being maimed, he pulled you closer and kissed you as he’d been fantasizing of for weeks. 

When he pulled away you felt dizzy yet grounded. Like you were on cloud nine but like you’d never been more sure of something in your life. 

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, nose brushing against yours. He took a deep breath and you could feel his chest brush against yours. Could he feel your heartbeat? 

“If I said Anthony?” You poked fun, already seeing Harry’s expression morphing. Before he could get too upset you nibbled at his bottom lip then soothed it with a kiss. “I’m kidding you git, I’m thinking I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for ages,” 

Harry grinned, pulling you in a hug as a laugh burst from his chest. You were wonderful and he felt like it had been fate of sorts for Sprout to pair you two together.

 Even if things had been thorny in the beginning, you had both just needed a bit of care and cultivation to really come to life. 

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry x reader #angst #fluff #ask #anon #anon ask #request #i think this might be one of my favorite works

[luna-dare]

hi! can i please request for harry potter x hufflepuff!reader where she is a redhead but is not a weasley so he ask ron for advice but his advices are a mess and he thinks she sees him as a freak but in reality she thinks he’s really cute? sorry if it’s kinda messed up. thank you!

It’s a Potter request! I haven’t done one of these yet. Thank you for the request!

     Harry stared from the Gryffindor table. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. From your fiery red hair to your gorgeous smile, you were absolutely perfect. You had always been so kind to everyone, whether they deserved it or not. You were also gifted in herbology. Your very being radiated with life.

    A newspaper smacked him upside the head. “Sorry, Harry, but you were staring,” one of the twins said. “Again,” the older boy smirked.

    “Honestly, mate, when are you going to tell her?” The other questioned.

    “He doesn’t plan on telling her because he’s worried she’ll reject him.” Hermione took the newspaper and proceeded to flip through it while the boys nearby groaned.

    “Harry, you’re a fumbling mess! Fix up and just go.” Seamus rolled his eyes at the Potter boy. Many Gryffindors had grown tired of Harry’s pining. If Dean heard one more word about the Hufflepuff, he would not be held responsible for what happened to the Seeker. Even McGonagall was aware of Harry’s not so little crush on the girl. She may or may not have placed the two together in a few projects for this very reason.

    “Harry, don’t worry about being rejected and just go for it.”

    “Harry, Neville just told you to go for it. If that doesn’t tell you that this has gotten ridiculous, I don’t know what will.”

    He looked between his friends before allowing his eyes to drift back to you. He sighed in defeat. “I would if I could but… how? It’s not like I can just walk right up to her.”

    “Technically you can.”

    “Not helping, Hermione.”

    Ron contemplated for a moment before deciding something. “I’ll help you.”

    “What? Are you joking?” Harry sent Ron a bewildered look.

    “You help with girls?” The twins doubled over laughing. “Harry’d be better off on his own than with your help. When was the last time you even properly flirted with a girl, Ron?”

    “I don’t see either of you boasting a girlfriend either.”

     “Very perceptive, dear brother. Maybe next you’ll realize that there’s a puking pastel in your drink.”

     “What?!”

    “I wouldn’t mind the help…” Harry knew that he needed to do something. He couldn’t spend the rest of his time at Hogwarts staring at her without doing anything. It was time to act on these feelings.

    “Suit yourself.” With that, the twins got up and left the dining hall. Harry then turned to Ron.

     “So, what do I do?”

     “First,” the redhead leaned over the table, “you’ve gotta reel her in, see. Let her know your interested, but not too interested, understand?”

     “I- I guess?”

     The next day, there was a quidditch match. It was Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. The match had been pretty intense. The quaffle had gone back and forth across the field. While Harry looked for the snitch he saw it all play out. You were a chaser, so wherever the quaffle was, you weren’t far behind. You had scored a few points and almost got hit by a bludger during the game. Harry swore he almost had a heart attack when it neared your head.

     He finally spotted the snitch, diving for it. The Hufflepuff seeker was quick to follow. As they raced for it, Harry pulled ahead just enough to grab onto the small golden orb. The elation of the crowd sent a surge of pride through him. He turned to his teammates, waving it in the air. When they had all landed, the twins hoisted Harry onto their shoulders.

     Harry saw you leaving the field. Your shoulders sagged but you didn’t seem too upset about the loss. He could see the sheen of sweat on your skin. You had worked so hard during the game, he almost felt bad about getting the snitch first. When the twins put him down, he made his way towards you, calling out, “[Y/N]!”

     You turned around, giving him a tired smile. “Hiya, Harry. Good game today.”

     “Yeah. Good game. Um… [Y/N]? Can I ask you something?”

     You were thankful that your cheeks were already red from exertion during the game. You were confident they’d be a lovely shade of pink right about now. “Sure thing, Harry. What’s on your mind?”

     Poor boy’s throat went dry and his mind went blank. “Did… did you…” His voice cracked. Quickly clearing his throat, he said, “Did you just win a quidditch match? Because y-you look fly.” Smooth, Harry. Real smooth.

     “Harry, you just beat us?” You fought down a smile. His face lit up and he started shuffling. All he could think was ABORT! ABORT! He came up with some weak excuse before fleeing to the safety of the changing room. The moment he came in, the team, along with Ron bombarded him with questions.

     “Did you do it?”

     “Did you tell her?”

     “What’d she say?”

     Harry shrunk down before hesitantly telling them what happened. “Quite the lady killer we’ve got, ay guys?” Fred watched Oliver repeatedly hit his head on the wall. Ron blanched at him for a second before shaking his head.

     “Alright, so that didn’t work. Guess we’ll just have to try something else.”

     The next day, the boys had come up with a different plan. “’Actions speak louder than words’, right? That’s what Hermione said. Try showing [Y/N] how you feel instead of telling her.” Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? It’s not.

     Harry had roped the boys and Hermione into helping him. They wrote multiple small notes, each with a clue to where the next was. Harry was supposed to be at the end of the trail, holding a final one that told you how he felt. He then used his invisibility cloak to hide them in their designated places. Tomorrow was Saturday, so all he had to do was wait.

     When mail came the next day, Harry watch as your owl came to you and gave you the first note. Once you had opened it, he got up and headed to the final spot. The twins winked at him. Neville gave him a thumbs up while Dean and Seamus rolled their eyes. 

     Harry waited for about 15 minutes before he heard someone start to approach him from behind. Well that was fast. He got up to greet you. “[Y/-” It wasn’t you. It was Filch. In the grumpy mans fist were about half the notes Harry and the others had made for you. The boy could feel the color drain from his face.

     “Hello, Potter. Expecting someone else?” The two looked at each other for a moment before Filch grabbed Harry’s arm and started dragging him back to the castle, likely for detention. 

     On the way to Filch’s office, Harry saw you looking around for the next note. It was probably the first note that Filch had found. He wondered how you’d feel after you didn’t find it. He looked down and continued to shuffle along with Filch.

    He didn’t see when you smiled at him. Nor did he see how that smile slightly fell when you saw Filch. But, you noticed that both of Filch’s hands were clenched. One around Harry’s shirt, and the other around slips of paper that looked exactly like the ones folded in your bag. You were giddy as you headed back to your common room.

     Morning came and Harry spent a fair amount of breakfast pouting about the failed attempt. Seamus and Dean were both slightly annoyed that they were kept up late for nothing.

     “Cheer up, Harry, I’m sure Filch adored all those lovely letters you wrote him yesterday,” Fred grinned.

     “Sod off.”

     The group started to laugh before they all froze. They watched as leaves came out of Harry’s cup. A flower bud appeared in the center. It slowly opened to show an intricate pattern of petals. Once it stopped, Harry gently brushed his fingers against the flower.

     Neville was grinning to his ears, looking from the flower to Harry. “Do you all know what that is?” The Weasley brothers all shook their heads while Harry continued to stare at it. “Harry, that’s a camellia!”

     “This the part where you tell us why that matters?”

     “Make sure to speak English, mate.”

      “Camellia flowers represent love, affection, and admiration. And, look who sent it.” Neville pointed to the Hufflepuff table. Your wand was still in hand as you waved at Harry. Your smile was brighter than Harry had ever seen it. You got up and made your way out of the dining hall.

     “[Y/N]?”

     “I may or may not have got a little impatient, but I doubted you’d get to the point if I didn’t.”

    “Wait, you knew?”

     “It was kind of obvious from the start, considering how much you stare at me.” Harry face-palmed at his own foolishness. “But,” you gently took his hand, “it was cute to watch the great Harry Potter struggle to tell me his own feelings.”

     “Cute?” A faint blush rose to his cheeks while you nodded. “I thought you’d think I was mad. What with the whole pickup line fail, not even mentioning yesterday...”

     You kissed him on the cheek. “Hogsmeade next weekend?”

      “I- I’d love to.”

     Down the hall, cheers erupted. The twins were wooping while the others applaud. A loud “Finally!” came from Seamus. Some of your own friends were whistling with the group. You both laughed at their antics before leaving hand-in-hand to enjoy the rest of the day together. It seems Hogwarts has a new #1 couple.

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[headcanonsandmore]

It’s Supernatural, chapter five

Summary: In the conclusion to this story, Ron hurries to the department of mysteries to find Hermione's physical form. But what shocks will await him?...

Tagging: @pynki and @cheeseanonioncrisps

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Ron emerged from the fireplace, brushing soot from his cloak, and looked around him. The atrium was completely deserted.

He hurried across the lifeless room, over to the lifts at the end. He jumped inside the first one that opened, and pressed the button labelled ‘department of mysteries’.

As the lift descended into the bowels of the ministry, Ron was aware of how deathly quiet it was. He had half-expected there to be some people still working, even at such a late time as this.

The lift came to a sudden halt, and the doors opened with a bing.

The department of mysteries was dark, empty and eerily silent. A long corridor stretched out into the darkness, with various black doors at regular intervals on each side.  

Luckily, Ron’s vampiric nature meant that the lack of light was of little worry to him.

Percy hadn’t unfortunately been able to specify which part of the department of mysteries Hermione’s physical body was in, but Ron had the entire night to find her. He opened the door nearest to him, and tried the handle.

Locked.

Standing back, Ron cast an unlocking charm on the door. Hermione had showed the charm to him a little while back, and he had hoped that it would be useful.

It was. The door creaked open when he tried the handle again.

Stepping though, Ron found himself in a circular room, with seven identical doors (including the one he had just passed through) around the rim of the room.

Thinking quickly, Ron cast a charm on the door he had just used, so that a large ‘X’ became emblazoned on the door. He at least would know which door to pass back through to get to the main corridor.

Ron tried the door to the left of the one he had just charmed, and discovered it was unlocked. The room inside was difficult to see into, even with Ron’s night vision. He could distantly see a veil about a hundred feet below, and could see a lot of stairs descending from it.

Ron didn’t like the look of it, and -seeing no other exits from the room- quickly shut the door.

He moved onto the room to the right of the door with the ‘X’.

The room through the door seemed to be a large hospital, with numerous beds against each wall.

Bingo.

Ron stepped through the door, and instantly the room went dark.

Pitch dark. So dark not even Ron’s vision could work.

Ron stopped in his tracks. The light from the previous room was still behind him.

‘Lumos!’

The end of Ron’s wand lit up, emitting a light against the darkness. Nothing. All the beds seemed to have disappeared, replaced by an inky blackness.

Deciding that it would probably be best to leave the room before anything else happened, Ron turned.

At that exact moment, the ground beneath Ron’s feet disappeared, and the redhead fell forward.

Somehow, he managed to grab a handhold on the bottom of the door frame.

Ron’s long legs dangled into the dark nothing beneath him. The door frame didn’t even appear to be attached to anything.

Ron’s wand slipped from his fingers, and dropped into the nothingness.

Ten seconds went by. Then another ten. Then another. And another. And another.

There was a distant clink from below.

How far up was he? Certainly high up enough not to survive the fall.

Ron felt his arms begin to shake as he struggled to maintain his grip on the doorframe.

He guessed this was it. The end.

Ron closed his eyes.

Maybe he would become a ghost like Hermione…

His fingers slipped from the doorframe.

‘RON!’

Ron’s sprang open.

Hermione was holding his arms, her eyes wide and fearful as she clung to him. The two of them were descending slowly through the darkness. Hermione’s form was glowing brightly.

Ron didn’t know how long it took, but he felt his feet touch ground, and the two teenagers sunk to the floor, Hermione still holding Ron, as if afraid to let him go.

‘What?’ Ron gasped. ‘H-Hermione? How?... You said you were tethered to the Hogwarts Library...’

‘You needed me,’ Hermione replied. ‘So I came here.’

Ron threw his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. The bushy-haired witch spluttered incomprehensibly.

‘Thank you, Hermione,’ Ron said, softly, as he held her close. ‘You saved me.’

‘I-it was no problem,’ Hermione stammered, as he let go. Her form seemed to have become more solid.  

Ron hurriedly got to his feet, picked up his wand from the floor, and casted lumos again.

There was a door stood ajar a few feet away. Inside it, they could see the same procession of beds.

Hermione softly intertwined her fingers with Ron’s, and the two of them walked through the door.

As they passed the various beds, they could see all of them were empty.

Except for one, stood at the very end of the room. Curtains were drawn around it, but they could see the outline of a figure.

Hermione looked at Ron, and nodded.

Ron pushed aside the curtain.

 Hermione’s physical body was lying on the bed, a drip connected to her right arm. She was breathing slowly in and out, as if in a deep sleep.

‘Ron, you need to wake me up.’

‘How… how do I do that?’

‘You… you need to… k-kiss me.’

Ron felt his face turn red.

‘Er… right.’

He put his hand on Hermione’s shoulder, and began to lean forward.

‘N-not this me!’ Hermione stammered, blushing a furious shade of silver. ‘You need to k-kiss my real form, not my ghost form!’

‘O-oh,’ Ron said, hurriedly leaning away from her. ‘S-sorry.’

He leaned forward, but a sudden thought occurred to him.

‘Wait, what will happen to your ghost form after you wake up?’ He asked, turning to face Hermione’s ghost form. ‘Will your soul merge with your body again?’

Without warning, tears blossomed in Hermione’s eyes and she began to cry.

‘W-what?’ Ron asked, worried. ‘Hermione, what’s wrong?’

‘I… I don’t think my memories of being a ghost will stay with me when I return to my body.’

‘What?!’ Ron exclaimed, horrified. ‘I’ll basically be killing you if I kiss your physical form, then!’

Hermione shook her head, sadly.

‘I was only ever a memory, Ron; just… just a projection of my unconscious soul.’

‘Not to me, you aren’t!’ Ron cried.

Hermione put a hand on Ron’s cheek, smiling softly.

‘I… I hope the real me will fall in love with you too, just like I did.’

Ron stepped forward and pressed his lips to Hermione’s. Her lips were soft and tender, and she kissed him back with equal passion. He could feel the tears still trickling down her cheeks.

Hermione’s form, and that of her physical body, began to glow brightly. Ron stumbled backwards. Hermione’s ghost form seemed to be drawn irretrievably towards her form lying on the bed, and there was a blinding flash of light.

The light faded, and Ron dimly opened his eyes.

Hermione began to stir. Her head began to toss slightly, as if she was waking up from a deep sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open, and –gasping slightly- she made attempts to sit up.

‘Ow,’ she muttered, clutching her side. ‘How long was I sleeping for? I feel like I’m been out for years…good grief, that basilisk must have knocked me out something rotten...’

Ron felt a gut-wrenching pang in the region of his stomach.

‘I… oh,’ Hermione said, as her eyes fell on Ron. ‘I…’

Slowly, an enormous smile blossomed on Hermione’s face.

‘Ron!’

The redhead felt his heart beat faster. Was… was it really possible?

‘H-hi…’ Ron stammered. ‘Do you… remember me, Hermione?’

Without warning, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck, and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted her off her feet. Fireworks seemed to explode inside his brain.

Hermione pulled away slightly.

‘I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t remember you, Ron.’

‘Good to know,’ Ron grinned, still holding her in his arms. ‘So… this is really you, then?’

‘Yes, I am,’ Hermione said, nodding. ‘And you are the boy I fell in love with, in the aisles of the Hogwarts Library.’

The two of them laughed softly, before pressing their lips together again.

‘OY!’

Ron and Hermione sprang apart. Several ministry officials had just barged into the room. Including-

‘Ron!’

‘Dad!’

Ron found himself wrapped in a hug from his father. Hermione stared at the thin, balding man, who could have easily passed for an ordinary human if it hadn’t been for his large fangs and very pale skin.

‘Good grief, Ron; are you alright? The unspeakables floo-called me as soon as the sensors in the department of mysteries went off, and –wait, is this Hermione? The person you mentioned in your letters?’

Ron blushed as Hermione had her hand shook by Mr Weasley.

‘I’m so sorry that you and Ron were both caught up in the security traps, Hermione; normally the sensors are supposed to stop most people where they are. I’m presuming they didn’t take into account that neither of you were human.’

‘Wait… is that Hermione Granger?’ One ministry official gasped. ‘The girl who’s been half-dead for years-’

‘Sssshhhhh,’ Mr Weasley said, firmly, at the ministry officials. ‘Don’t be rude about Miss Granger like that. Especially considering she has only just woken up.’

He then turned back to Hermione.

‘I take it Ron was the one who helped you out with that, Hermione?’

Hermione nodded, blushing slightly.

‘That’s my boy,’ Mr Weasley said, proudly patting Ron on the shoulder. ‘I wouldn’t have thought most people could help bring a soul back to their body, but Ron has always been special like that.’

Ron found himself blinking quickly; he felt very uncomfortable being praised so much.

‘Now, while I help smooth things over with the unspeakables,’ Mr Weasley continued. ‘Ron, I think you should get Hermione to the canteen and get her some food. She hadn’t eaten in several years, after all.’

‘Arthur, really!’ One unspeakable declared, angrily. ‘You can’t just let Miss Granger leave; we need to find out why she woke up! She’s the only ever case of a human seeing a basilisk and not being killed or petrified! We can’t just put it up to your son being Miss Granger’s…’

‘Boyfriend,’ Hermione said, quietly. She intertwined her fingers with Ron’s. ‘And I really could use a decent meal. I’ll be happy to discuss what happened to me later on, after I’ve recuperated.’

Ron found himself unable to stop smiling as Hermione led him away to the door at the far end of the room. They stepped through it, and found themselves in the main corridor of the department of mysteries.

‘So… I’m your boyfriend?’ Ron asked, as the lift clanged shut around them.

Hermione smiled up at him, her brown eyes twinkling.

‘Yes. I mean, if that’s okay with you?’

‘More than okay, ‘Mione,’ Ron replied, pecking her on the cheek. ‘More than okay.’

Hermione giggled, blushing again.

After what felt like barely seconds later, they were sat in the ministry cafeteria. Hermione seemed to have gotten tired after walking up there, so Ron had grabbed them both some soup and bread from the food hatch nearby.

‘Ron, I can feed myself.’

‘But how else am I going to show you my chivalrous side tonight?’

Hermione giggled.

‘You literally brought me back to life half an hour ago.’

‘Still.’

‘It’s hard to believe I was a ghost for three years,’ Hermione said, staring at her hands. ‘You’d think someone would have noticed that the ghost in the library had the same name as the half-dead girl in St Mungos…’

‘You say that like the wizarding world makes any sense whatsoever.’

‘True. I just wish we could have figured it all out sooner,’-Hermione interlaced her fingers with Ron’s- ‘I could have had years to… oh, no!’

Hermione’s face now looked crestfallen.

‘I haven’t had any education for all that time! I’m going to be so behind in my studies! And it’s O.W.L year!’

Ron promptly burst out laughing.

‘It’s not funny!’ Hermione pouted. ‘How am I going to graduate having missed three years of schooling?!’

‘Mione, you’re the smartest person I know,’ Ron chuckled, smiling at her. ‘For goodness sake, you were literally bonded to the library of all places.’

‘But what if-’

‘Hermione…’

‘What?’

Ron put an arm round her shoulders, and kissed her on the cheek.

‘You’ve been brought back to life. Live a little, ‘kay…’

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you so much for reading this series, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed it; I really appreciate all the lovely comments people have left on the FFN and AO3 pages for this, and I'm glad to see that people have been enjoying the fic (since it is slightly different to what I normally write). Happy Halloween!

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[malcolmfm]

               *     𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨    𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥    𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞    ,   i   hope   u   are   all   doing   fabulous   .   my   name   is    𝐤𝐨𝐝𝐲    ,   &   i   can’t   even   begin   to   explain   how    excited    i   am   to   be   a   part   of   this   group   .   i   come   from   the    𝐩𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞    ,   my   pronouns   being    𝐬𝐡𝐞   /   𝐡𝐞𝐫    .   i   am   so   happy   &   so   fortunate   to   be   able   to   write   with   you   all   ,   as   all   your   characters   are   just    amazing    .   if   any   of   u   are   interested   in   plotting   &   becoming   the   best   of   friends   ,   please   give   this   post   a    🖤   to   consent   to   an    endless    love    spam   in   ur   ims   .

new   york’s   very   own    malcolm    ‘   mac   ’    dunn    was   spotted   on   broadway   street   in    converse    chuck    taylor’s    .   your   resemblance   to    joe    keery    is   unreal   .   according   to   tmz   ,   you   just   had   your    twenty   -   fourth    birthday   bash   .   while   living   in   nyc   ,   you’ve   been   labeled   as   being    contumacious    ,   but   also    jocular    .   i   guess   being   a    taurus    explains   that   .   three   things   that   would   paint   a   better   picture   of   you   would   be    comic   filled   bookshelves    ,    roughed   up   sneakers    ,    and    laughter   floating   through   a   room    .

tw    ﹕    depression    ,    suicide   attempt    .

*          𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥          .

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥   𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   ﹕   malcolm   ronan   dunn   . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   ﹕   mac   ,   mac   daddy   (   no   one   calls   him   this   ,   he   calls   himself   this   🙃   )   ,   mac   attack   . 𝐚𝐠𝐞   ﹕   twenty   -   four   . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡   ﹕   may   thirteenth   . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫   /   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬   ﹕   cismale    /    he   ﹕   him   . 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥   𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   ﹕   heterosexual   . ​𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜   𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   ﹕   heteromantic   . 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲   ﹕   american   . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲   ﹕   irish   ,   english   ,   scottish   . 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫   ﹕   malcolm   first   began   his   career   as   an    actor    during   his   teenage   years   with    michael   cera’s    filmography   .   he   has   starred   in   films   that   include    juno    ,    superbad    ,    nick   &   norah’s   infinite   playlist    ,    &    scott   pilgrim   vs  .   the   world    .   since   he   had   the   opportunity   to   help   write   &   produce   songs   for   the   spvtw   soundtrack   ,   this   eventually   led   to   his   transition   from   acting   to   becoming   a    musician    ,    claiming    twenty   one   pilots    as   his   sound   .   currently   he   has   only   released   the   album    blurryface    ,   &   has   recently   concluded   the   blurryface   tour   .   presently   ,   he   is   now   writing   &   producing   songs   for   his   upcoming   album   ,    trench    . 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨   ﹕   chandler   bing    friends    ,   ron   weasley    harry   potter    ,    star   -   lord    guardians   of   the   galaxy    ,    steven   hyde   &   michael   kelso   hybrid    that   70s   show    ,   scott   pilgrim    scott   pilgrim   vs  .   the   world    ,   jim   halpert    the   office    ,   cody   ko    youtube    ,   beast   boy    teen   titans    ,   steve   harrington    stranger   things    .

*          𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧          .

               malcolm   ronan   dunn    is   the   first   born   of   derrick   &   vivian   dunn   ,   that   alone   creating   a   set   sum   of    high    expectations   for   the   male   descendent   .   being   the   genesis   of   what   would   eventually   be   a   very   famed    family   ,   it   entails   great    pressure    of   being   the   eldest   .   being   the   offspring   of   a   prominent   actor   during   the   80s   turned   car   mogul   &   one   of   the   most   exceptional   astrophysicists   of   this   decade   ,   it   was   said   that   malcolm   was    destined    to   be   an   extension   of   their   talents   .   his   childhood   was   as   ordinary   as   any   other   ,   attending   school   &   having   juvenile   interests   . .   though   one   prominent   influence   in   his   life   was    music    .   ever   since   he   was   a   baby   ,   a   set   of   hazel   hues   twinkled   &   cheeks   were   perked   by   harmonies   that   would   liven   up   a   room   .   by   the   time   he   was   eight   years   old   ,   he   had   already   been   familiar   with   all   of   queen’s   discography   &   can   partake   in   a   discussion   of   how   music   truly    defines    our   society   .  

​               advancing    several    years   ahead   ,   malcolm   reaching   the   ripe   age   of   sixteen   ,   it   was   then   he   set   his   sights   on   becoming   an   actor   .   by   the   time   he   had   made   this   realization   ,   he   had   already   been   writing   music   of   his   own   &   had   become   what   many   would   consider   an   expert    drummist    .   however   ,   music   was   subsided   as   a   hobby   for   the   time   being   ,   as   his   parents   insisted   that   is   what   it   was   meant   to   be   ,   just   a   hobby   .   his   parents   ,   his   father   in   particular   ,   was   very    ecstatic   to   hear   that   his   son’s   interests   in   becoming   an   actor   .   with   the   vast   amount   of   connections   he   accumulated   during   his   cinematic   years   ,   it   had   only   took   a    single    phone   call   for   malcolm   to   star   in   his   very   first   film   .   a   quality   in   which   almost   anyone   who   had   known   mac   is   how   effortlessly    comical    the   boy   was   ,   &   could   light   up   just   about   any   crowd   with   vivacious   laughter   .   the   boy’s   innately   jocular   mannerisms   is   what   landed   him   in   his   first   role   as    evan    in   the   seth   rogan   production   of    superbad   .   this   film   would   end   up   being   one   of   malcolm’s   most   prominent   roles   in   his   acting   career   ,   alongside   scott   pilgrim   .   following   his   comedic   role   ,   he   starred   as    paulie   bleeker    in   the   romantic   drama    juno    ,   which   would   be   his   first   role   in   the   romantic   genre   .   the   project   that   quickly   followed   afterward   was    nick   &   norah’s   infinite   playlist    ,   leading   as    nick    in   a   romance   accompanied   with   comedy   .   after   receiving   roles   back   to   back   ,   his   name   began   to   rise   up   in   day  -  to  -  day   conversations   ,   especially   amongst   younger   audiences   .   he   accumulated   a   vast   &   very   dedicated   following   ,   all   expressing   their   adoration   for   the   boy   &   his   charmingly    dorkish    demeanor   .   once   he   hit   the   age   of   eighteen   ,   it   was   then   when   he   landed   on   what   would   be   his   final   role   in   a   film   ,   for   at   least   awhile   .   the   media   was   in   a   frenzy   once   it   was   revealed   that   malcolm   would   be   portraying    scott   pilgrim    in   the   upcoming   picture   ,    scott   pilgrim   vs   .   the   world    ,   based   on   the   graphic   novel   series   by   bryan   lee   o'malley   .   malcolm   would   consider   this   role   to   be   his   personal   favorite   ,   as   he   was   already   a   devout   fan   of   the   graphic   novels   to   begin   with   ,   so   being   able   to   portray   one   of   his   most   favorite   fictional   characters   .  .   a    dream    ,   he’d   say   .   not   only   was   the   spvtw   production   his   favorite   because   of   his   role   ,   but   because   of   the   heavy   influence   music   had   in   the   film   .   he   was   fortunate   enough   to   be   able   to   write   &   perform   on   the   soundtrack   ,   along   the   side   of   the   best   song   writers   in   the   industry   .   this   is   what   ultimately   led   to   his   decision   to   transition   from   acting   to   becoming   a    musician    ,   &   his   involvement   in   this   film   is   what   made   many   people   realize   that   malcolm   was   quite   the   virtuoso   .

tw   ﹕   depression    ,    suicide    attempt    .

               when   malcolm   had   settled   on   becoming   a    musician    ,   his   mental   state   began   to   gradually    decline    once   he   revealed   this   ambition   to   his   parents   .   to   say   the   least   ,   they   were   not   very   supportive   of   his   shift   in   careers   ,   especially   on   what   career   he   was   shifting   onto   .   considering   malcolm   did   not   have   much   going   for   him    academically    ,   this   alone   had   concerned   his   parents   .   being   an   actor   was   what   they   considered   to   be    stability    for   him   ,   so   to   be   presented   with   this   news   was   dismaying   on   their   behalf   .   the   pair   genuinely   had   exhibited   zero   faith   in   their   son   becoming   a   successful   musician   ,   &   had   forewarned   him   that   there   were    thousands    of   talented   musicians   ,   essentially   raising   the   question   ﹕    ❛    what   makes   you   think   you   will   be    good   enough    to   make   a   living   out   of   this   ?    ❜    .   malcolm   felt   dispirited   by   his   parents   lack   of   encouragement   ,   as   well   as   faith   in   himself   ,   to   pursue   the    one    thing   he   has   been   passionate   about   since   the   days   of   his   youth   .   eventually   ,   the   voices   in   his   head   began   to   deter   him   from   fulfilling   his   passion   ,   &   convincing   him   that   he   has   amounted   to   a    failure    .   among   other   contributing   factors   ,   malcolm   eventually   slipped   into   a   deep    depression    for   several   months   .  his   days   would   be   spent   lying   in   bed   ,   in   a   state   of   restlessness   ,   often   skipping   meals   for   the   fact   that   he   genuinely   did   not   feel   like   nourishing   his   body   .   the   mental   state   he   was   exhibiting   was   so    detrimental    ,   that   his   own   life   began   to   be   at    risk   .   there   would   be   days   where   he   would   wonder   what   would   come   from   ingesting   more   pills   than   what   he   was    prescribed    ,   or   having   his   head   remain   sunk   beneath   his   bath   water   for   more   than   a   few   minutes   .   on   one   evening   in   particular   ,   he   decided   to   test   his   theory   ,   as   he   had   been   sprawled   upon   the   tiles   of   his   bathroom   ,   a   capsule   of   his   medication   clutched   within   his   palm   ,   ebony   hues   ascended   onto   the   ceiling   in   what   he   believed   would   be   his    final    moments   .   he   was   in   too    deep    . .   convinced   that   there   was   no   light   at   the   end   of   this   tunnel   .   though   fortunately   enough   ,   his   younger   sister   ,   discovered   him   at   just   the   right   time   &   immediately   demanded   that   he   receives   help   .

end    trigger    warning    .

               after   several   months   of    therapy    ,   the  virtuoso   had   begun   feeling   tremendously   better   ,   his   mental   wounds   somewhat   healed   though   not   entirely   .   during   his   dark   times   ,   he   managed   to   get   some   writing   done   ,  the   various   pieces   which   would   eventually   be   released  as   his   first   official   album  ,   titled    blurryface    .   by   the   time   he   had   turned   twenty   two   ,   the   album   made   its   debut   &   became   one   of   the   most    streamed    albums   of   the   year   ,   &   won   a   grammy   for    top   rock   album   of   the   year    ,   along   with   many   other   achievements   .   his   most   popular   tracks   off   the   album   include    stressed   out    ,    ride  ,    tear   in   my   heart    ,   &    we   don’t   believe   what’s   on   tv    .   his   second   album   ,    trench    ,   is   currently   in   production   &   will   be   releasing   singles   when   the   time   calls   for   it   .   while   his   depression   hasn’t   been   entirely   rid   of   ,   he   a   majority   of   the   time   is    content   with   the   way   life   is   going   .

*          𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲          .

​               as   mentioned   before   ,   he   is   the   most    comical    guy   ,   &   often   uses   humor   as   a    coping    mechanism   .   you   are   likely   to   hear   him   crack   a   joke   at   inappropriate   times   ,   &   find   him   laughing   in   scenarios   that   make   him   uncomfortable   .   he   often   gets   himself   into   trouble   for   this   ,   naturally   .   malcolm   has   a   very    robin  williams  -  esque    to   him   ,   where   making   others   laugh   &   feel   happy   to   be   one   of   his   favorite   past   times   .   however   ,   you   would   never   suspect   that   someone   so    animated    would   be   suffering   from   depression   .   admittedly   ,   he   has   improved   since   the   evening   his   sister   discovered   him   ,   but   of   course   ,   it    still    continues   to    creep    its   way   back   into   his   mental   .   he   doesn’t   like   to   talk   about   what   had   happened   ,  &   it   was   hidden   from   the   press   entirely   so   he   wouldn’t   be   pitied   or   constantly   reminded   of   that   night   .   he   tends   to    avoid    the   topic   of   it   altogether   .                the   man   is   one   of   the   most    loyal    people   you   could   ever   meet   ,   &   would   do   absolutely    anything    for   those   he   loves   .   his   sister   ,   markelle   ,   being   a   prime   example   of   this   .   he   loves   his   family   more   than   he   loves   himself   ,   &   prioritizes   their   well   being   before   his   own   .   he   often   kept   his   depression    disclosed    from   them   ,   as   well   as   his   friends   ,   for   he   genuinely   did   not   want   anyone   to   be   concerned   ,   in   spite   of   having   a    reason    to   be   .   he   is   always   willing   to   be   the    hero    in   someone   else’s   story   ,   but   never   his   own   ,   which   is   probably   the   most   heartbreaking   yet    beautiful    aspect   about   him   .   he   would   sacrifice   his   own   life   if   it   meant   that   the   people   who   he   cared   about   would   be   safe   ,   &   exhibits    bravery    in   any   conflict   he   finds   himself   in   .   to   those   who   don’t   know   him   personally   ,   or   even   people   that   do   ,   they   would   simply   describe   him   as   a    happy   go   lucky   guy    who   is   constantly   seeking   an   adventure   .

               malcolm   is   the   kind   to    downplay    his   achievements   ,   exhibiting   a    humble    attribute   ,   &   is   truthfully   touched   by   anyone   who   enjoys   his   work   .   having   been   told   that   his   work   always   lifts   someone’s   spirits   when   they   are   down   ,   or   his   films   being   involved   in   the   most    memorable    moments   in   a   person’s   life   . .   that   shit   means   the   absolute    world    to   him   ,   &   gives   him   a   feeling   that   he   would   want   to   live   on   for   a   lifetime   .   the   man   loves   music   ,   &   incorporates   music   in   his   life   on   the   daily   ,   for   it   has   the    biggest    influence   on   him   .   his   stage   presence   is   truly   fucking    awesome   ,   for   you   are   truly   getting   your   money’s   worth   by   attending   a   concert   of   his   .   he   feels   alive   &   a   rush   when   he   is   standing   before    thousands    of   people   ,   &   his   faith   in   the   world   is   always    restored    when   he   hears   the   crowd   sing   in   unison   as   he   performs   .   there   is   nothing   he   loves   more   than   music   ,   &   music   is   an   element   of   what   makes   him   who   he   is   .   he   is   extremely   supportive   of   those   who   pursue   music   ,   or   anything   ,   really   .   he   has   an   understanding   &   admiration   for   those   who   are   super    passionate    about   their   craft   .                however   ,   he   certainly   has   his    unfavorable    qualities   as   well   ,   &   we   have   to   keep   it   100   in   this   house   .   the   guy   can   be   an   absolute    juvenile    when   he   wants   to   be   ,   &   you   almost   forget   that   you   are   dealing   with   a   twenty   four   year   old   in   conversation   at   times   .   his   inner   child   can   get   the   best   of   him   at   times   ,   so   he   may   handle   certain   situations    inappropriately    .   not   only   that   ,   he   can   be   incredibly    stubborn    .   varying   on   the   cause   ,   if   he   is   adamant   about   something   ,   he   will   disregard   the   opinions   of   what    anyone    has   to   say   about   it   ,   even   if   they   are   looking   for   his   best   interest   .   in   spite   of   all   his   achievements   ,   he   still   can   be   incredibly    insecure    with   himself   or   his   work   ,   &   is   his   own   worst   critic   .   considering   he   isn’t    academically    acclaimed   ,   he   can   be   a   bit    dense    . .   sometimes   it’s   frustrating   ,   for   you   genuinely   wonder   if   he   utilizes   any   brain   power   .     sarcasm    is   one   of   his   many   defense   mechanisms   ,   &   he   can   be   pretty    blunt     when   he   wants   to   be   ,   something   offensive   slipping   from   his   lips   &   likely   not   even   acknowledging   how   insulting   it   may   sound   .

#so . fucking . LONG . #i am SO sorry . #my fingers are in pain ODIFJVDOFV . #but hi everyone ily ! #let me love u down ! #wealthyhq:intro

[thenerdycarat]

Year 1: Ch. 1

September 1

Colleen woke up with excitement going through her veins. She and Ron would be heading off to Hogwarts that morning to begin first year. Percy would be starting his fifth year, and Fred and George would be starting their third year. Ginny hadn’t gotten her letter yet, so she couldn’t come with them just yet.

It was quite early in the morning for Colleen to be up, but she just couldn’t go back to sleep. She could smell breakfast from downstairs her mother always cooked, but Molly didn’t wake her children until it was time to eat before getting ready for the day. Until then, Colleen decided to practice some spells with her wand.

Her very own wand. Not a hand-me-down like her brothers always ended up getting until their father could afford to get them their own wand. The Weasleys had always been frugal with money, even though they didn’t have a lot. Arthur had a good job at the Ministry of Magic, but with eight children some things had to be made to last such as wands, robes, and school books all in order to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. All of the boys had been handed down each other’s items in terms of school robes and supplies, but when it came to the girls Colleen would be given new things so she could pass them down to Ginny when it was her time to attend. Arthur and Molly had managed to save up just enough to purchase everything their children needed for the new school year. Well, almost everything. Ron would be given a few hand-me-downs from Bill, and the twins would be given some of Percy’s old books; but Colleen would be given everything brand new.

Arthur had walked into Ollivander’s with his eldest daughter to find her wand.

“The wand chooses the witch or wizard,” the wandmaker had told her. After two failed attempts at wands, Colleen had received her wand: cherry wood, a dragon heartstring core, 9 inches long, and a diamond was at the end of the handle. It was extremely rare for a witch or wizard to have gems in their wands, but Mr. Ollivander told her that she must have something very special about her to have such a wand.

Colleen wasn’t one to boast or brag about anything; she just thought how pretty the sunlight bounced off the diamond’s edges was.

To say the boys sometimes thought that their sisters were spoiled was an understatement. They loved them very much, but they did sometimes feel as if they were left out of the picture. Molly and Arthur loved their children equally, and they often had to remind them of that.

While Ginny was still asleep in her bed, Colleen did her best not to wake her up as she sneaked out of their shared bedroom and into the bathroom with her wand and Charms book in hand. In the cupboard above the sink, she pulled out her box of metal scraps and small pebbles to practice with. She had passed by a jeweler once in Diagon Alley, and the shopkeeper had made everything out of old metal parts using Transfiguration and Charms spells. She had made quite a wealthy living from it and was able to start making fashion and robes from scrap fabric or old robes no one wanted. This inspired Colleen to hatch an idea: she wanted to succeed at Hogwarts, but she wanted to use her magic to help her family and others around her. She decided she was going to collect whatever scrap or items in nature she could and practice making jewelry with them. Once she had mastered it, she would sell them, and some of the money would go to her parents.

She sat down on the floor, placed a few metal parts and her book in front of her and flipped to a page with the easiest spell: a ring making charm.

“Anulusum,” she chanted as she pointed her wand at a piece of metal.

Immediately, it began to lengthen and weave around itself into a circular object until it looked identical to her mother’s wedding ring without the diamond. Colleen picked it up and examined her new creation.

“Wicked,” she whispered.

“Colleen,” her mother’s voice rang from the door. “Are you in there, darling?”

“Yes, mum,” she replied as she quickly gathered her project.

“I just came up to tell you that breakfast was ready. Get dressed and join your siblings downstairs.”

“I’m coming.” Colleen placed the box back into the cupboard as she heard her mother’s footsteps creak away.

Once she felt the hallway was clear, Colleen crept out of the bathroom and quickly tiptoed to her and Ginny’s bedroom. Her sister was already out of bed putting on a light jacket.

“Why do you have your wand?” Ginny asked. “Were you doing magic again?”

“I was practicing,” Colleen excused as she set her wand on her nightstand. She went to her dresser and pulled out a pink jumper and a brown skirt to wear for the train-ride to Hogwarts. “Besides, I want to do well at Hogwarts. Mum and Dad always encourage us to do our very best in whatever we do.”

“But Mummy is always telling us not to use magic outside of school,” Ginny replied as she slipped on her Mary Janes.

“I haven’t even started school yet, Ginny,” the older girl argued. “That rule only applies to Fred, George, and Percy.”

Ginny just shrugged and made her downstairs as Colleen finished getting dressed.

-

“King’s Cross is always packed with Muggles, of course,” Molly grumbled as the six of her eight children followed briskly behind her, pushing their trunks as they strolled.

Colleen almost had to run as she pushed her trunk due to her small stature. She was taller than her baby sister, but she was shorter than her brothers. The twins would often make height jokes, but she got used to them over time.

The group stopped at platforms nine and ten, allowing Colleen to catch her breath.

“Now, what’s the platform number?” Molly asked them as Ginny was clinging to her.

“Nine and three-quarters!” Ginny piped up. “Mum, can’t I go…”

“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first.”

Percy turned his trunk towards the dividing barrier between the platforms and ran while pushing his trunk, disappearing to the other side of it.

“Fred, you next,” Molly said.

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” one of the twins said. “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our? Can’t you tellI’m George?”

“Sorry, George, dear.”

“Only joking, I am Fred,” he chuckled. Fred ran towards the divide, his twin following suit, and disappeared.

Ron and Colleen lined up take their turn, but were interrupted by another boy and girl their age. They both had trunks and owls with them. The boy had unkempt black hair, round glasses, and green eyes; and the girl was pale-skinned with grey eyes and wild, dark curls. She gave off a shy aura, but Colleen figured it was just first day nervousness.

“Excuse me,” the boy said.

“Hello, dears,” Molly smiled at them. “First time to Hogwarts? Ron and Colleen are new, too.”

The siblings smiled at the other two children.

“Yes,” the boy said. “The thing is-the thing is, I don’t know how to-“

“How to get on the platform?” she asked, and the children nodded. “Not to worry. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now before Ron and Colleen.”

“Er-okay,” the boy replied.

After he disappeared behind the divide, Ron and Colleen were last. Ron was first, and she was close behind him. She panicked for a little bit as she got closer to the wall, but the next time she blinked she had made it to the other side.

The platform was crowded with incoming first years swarming around to get their things on the train, and returning students doing the same thing but in a more routine fashion. Cats were weaving in and out of other people’s legs, and owls in cages were hooting and screeching. Some children were already on the train and waving good-bye to their families.

Once Ron and Colleen had boarded the train, their trunks were tucked away in the compartment.

“Fred? George? Are you there?” their mother’s voice called out.

“Coming, Mum,” one of the twins replied.

The Weasley children hopped back onto the platform to tell their mum and sister goodbye before jumping back on again. Molly pulled out a handkerchief.

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose,” she pointed out as she tried to wipe her son’s face.

Ron attempted to pull away. “Mum-geroff.”

“Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?” one of the twins teased.

“Shut up.”

“Where’s Percy?” Molly asked.

“He’s coming now.”

Percy walked towards them, already dressed in his new robes with letter P badge stuck on him. “Can’t stay long, mother,” he said. “I’m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-“

“Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” Fred asked sarcastically. “You should have said something, we had no idea,”

“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said George. “Once-“

“Or twice-“

“A minute-“

“All summer-“

“Oh, shut up,” the older brother rolled his eyes.

“How come Percy gets new robes anyway?” George asked. “I thought Colleen was the only one getting new things.”

“Because he’s a prefect,” Molly stated firmly. “All right, dear, well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there.”

She pecked Percy’s cheek before he left for the prefects’ compartment, then she turned to her twins.

“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve blown up a toilet or-“

“Blown up a toilet?” George repeated. “We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

“Great idea though,” Fred smiled, “thanks, Mum.”

“It’s not funny,” their mother snapped. “And look after Ron and Colleen.”

“Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins and Colliewollie are safe with us.”

“Shut up,” Ron said.

Molly took Colleen’s face in her hands and kissed her forehead. “You write everything that happens on your first night there. Promise?”

“Yes, Mum,” Colleen nodded.

“That’s my Colleen.”

Colleen then hugged her sister and said, “Keep an eye on the thimblewacks for me?”

Ginny nodded.

“Hey, Mum, guess what?” Fred spoke again. “Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who near us in the station and the curly-haired girl that was with him? Know who he is?”

“Who?”

“Harry Potter!”

Ginny’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum,” she begged, “oh, please…”

“You’ve already seen him, Ginny,” Molly replied, “and the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?”

“Asked him,” Fred replied. “Saw his scar. It’s really there – like lightening.”

“Poor dear – no wonder he and that girl were alone, I wondered. He was ever o polite when they asked how to get onto the platform.”

“Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?”

Molly then became stern. “I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day on school.”

“All right, keep your hair on.”

The train whistle blew.

“Hurry up!” Molly shooed, and the siblings scrambled on the train with Colleen nearly tripping. Ginny began to cry.

“Don’t cry, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls,” Colleen promised.

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat,” George joked.

“George!” Molly screeched.

“Only joking, Mum.”

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[gwen-writes-stuff]

Draco : “Untold Tales”

Imagine : You and Draco do things typical couples would but never did you put any label to it and only did you realize how wrong and hurtful it is when your friends start getting into relationships publicly. (Obviously an AU with how much I altered.)

Part II

Words : 1787

Y/N’s POV

I watched him laugh with his cronies; Crabbe and Goyle from my seat in the Gryffindor table, tuning out Ginny as she share the gossips she’s overheard from older girls in the common room. He must’ve felt the weight of my stare when he sharply looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes and they softened at the sight of me, he flashed me a smile that was quick to disappear when he turned to Pansy who’s fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Suddenly my blood boiled at her nerve- wait, why am I mad? Draco and I are . . . we’re not. . . “Hello? You’re spacing out again.” I was snapped out of my train of thoughts when Ginny waved her hand in my face and I flinch. “I was about to tell you that I got a boyfriend.”

My lips parted in shock and she smiled mischievously like saying ‘I know!’ and I couldn’t help the squeal from coming out of my mouth. She giggled and I nudge her with my shoulder, “That explains the look in your eyes,” I cooed and she playfully fluttered her eyelashes at me.

“So are you going to tell me who?” I asked with a single brow raised and she scanned the Gryffindor table, her eyes stopping to smile at someone and I didn’t need to say more when I followed her line of sight to see Harry smiling back, Ginny blushed and looked away to turn to me with my eyes doubling it’s size. “Your brother’s best friend?” I asked and she nodded.

“What a cliché right?” she asked with a giggle and reached for her goblet of pumpkin juice, I nodded in agreement but I had to admit that they looked cute and their names sounded good together. I never saw it coming, Ginny told me about her crush on Harry but with Harry crushing on Cho hard in our 5th year I never imagined.

“I’m happy for you,” I whispered and she gave me an appreciating smile, then she frowned.

“How about you?” I was taken back at her question and for a moment I feared that she knew of my little. . . rendezvous with a blond Slytherin. She recognized the confusion in my wrinkled forehead and cleared her throat, “I mean aren’t you seeing anyone?” I violently shook my head that I feared my neck with snap.

She frowned at this. “Not even fancying someone?” she asked as if it’s the most impossible thing in the world and her face dropped when I shook my head no. Hermione then came to my aid, sitting next to Ginny and the action halted more words from coming out of the redhead’s mouth.

I smiled thankfully at Hermione who didn’t really get it but one glance at Ginny with burning determination in her eyes and she understood. “What’s she on this time?” Hermione asked already knowing something must be up. Ginny had that look in her eyes that said she wouldn’t stop until something goes her way and it’s a look I feared.

“Y/N here is not fancying anyone,” Ginny with a frustrated tone dramatically exclaimed to Hermione who was in the middle of serving herself breakfast. Hermione sent me a knowing look and knowing how smart she is; I figured she would say something that would shut Ginny up like ‘What’s so bad about that?’ or ‘Is that wrong?’ but no.

Cunning witch had to go and say: “Oh she certainly is.” I wanted to bash my head on the table but I was way too glued to my seat to even move my chest to breathe. Merlin, I’m going to pass out due to lack of oxygen! Hermione is a smart witch who thinks before she speaks, she surely wouldn’t slip up. She said that on purpose!

You can never hide anything from Hermione Granger. She’s too smart for her own good and her smarts is usually achieved by curiosity and my sudden stupid excuses and absence at certain moments lead her curiosity to me, she forced it out of me and confirmed her suspicions and she wasn’t mad that I am snogging the enemy but mad that I wasn’t in a relationship with him. We weren’t a thing and that, to her, is worse than being together with “someone as foul as Malfoy”.

Ginny perked up in her seat and leaned closer to Hermione, I threw dagger looks at her while she innocently ignore then as she turn to Ginny with a bright smile. “Who?” Ginny is surely gonna go out of her way to help me with whoever I am fancying.

“Oh she likes this person very much,” Hermione teased and Ginny is now at the edge of her seat, her eyes swiftly met mine and I could swear I saw her Gryffindor tie flash into green and silver for a moment. “Oliver Klove.” Hermione announced to Ginny who’s jaw dropped and I release the breath I was holding. I was almost thankful until I met Ginny’s eyes and took notice of her smile.

“Oh no.” I shot Hermione a look who winked at me before being distracted by Ron who wrapped his arms around her shoulders. I turned back to Ginny to shake my head with both hands raised, “Ginny, drop it. I’m not his type.” lies, I have no idea what Klove even likes in women, if he even likes women! Hermione what are you planning?

I know him from Arithmancy and Muggle Studies, I shared a table with him in library twice and got partnered for a few projects but that was it! “Wouldn’t you feel out of place? Hermione got Ron, I got Harry?” that didn’t make sense because I could fifth wheel just fine but made no comment to argue. She patted me in the shoulder and smiled softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll work my magic and make the two of you happen.” I forced a smile that most definitely looked like a grimace and nodded.

She turned back to her toast and I could see clearly again, from frustration and confusion my vision nearly blurred. I release a deep breath and my eyes unconsciously drift to Draco and he looked at me with worry written in his eyes and I quickly look away to watch my friends pair up and look disgustingly sweet.

They all look so happy that I almost felt jealous, they look deeply in love and for a second I wished to have just that.

*

I felt his lips trail kisses down to my neck and I unconsciously pushed him away, for a moment I saw hurt flash in his eyes but it quickly disappeared behind his darkened silver pool of eyes. “What’s wrong?” he almost sounded needy as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I looked around to avoid his eyes, feeling worse to find myself in a broom closet once again.

I began to wonder if I deserved to be treated like a lady to be brought to restaurants, introduced to parents and showed off to friends because I’ve been doing unspeakable things with Draco in a bloody broom closet. “Nothing’s wrong, just didn’t expect to be grabbed by my robes and shoved into a closet. . .again.” I didn’t expect to sound so bitter.

“Is it about your. . .monthly thing again?” I blushed furiously at this which made him chuckle, I shook my head slightly that I doubt I even moved my head but he rested his forehead against mine so I’m forced to stare into his eyes. The perfect shade of gray they are with hints of cerulean.

“Ginny is with Harry,” I accidentally blurted out and he frowned.

“Well they deserve each other,” he spat out, obviously not meaning his words the nice way and I didn’t bother to argue with how he insulted my friends when another stupid and unnecessary comment came out of my mouth.

“They really like each other,” he pursed his lips, trying to decipher me and I frown at my own words. Do I like Draco?

He made me feel things, odd but pleasant things, of course and do they mean I like him? He hurt me whenever he lets Pansy hang onto hiss arm because he liked the attention he got from the girl and manage to make up for it by leaving me breathless in every kiss we share. I was content with what we had, we were basically enemies with benefits. I didn’t feel bad when I started this mess of a relationship with him, if there even is a relationship.

He never quiet made it clear and that itself should have me ending this but I found myself craving hiss touch. The night he whisper ‘fuck it’ to himself while I look up at him confusion only to be bewildered by his lips meeting mine.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when he stepped back, hands inside his pockets and eyebrows knitted. “What are you trying to say?” he asked and I raised a brow and he groaned. “You’ve been distant and now you’re talking about Potter-” he paused and a look of horror painted his handsome features.

“You don’t happen to fancy him, do you?” if it was possible, my frown grew deeper. “You just spoke bitterly of his relationship with Weasley and you rejected my kisses,” he explained and I shook my head to deny, not finding my voice yet.

“Then why are you being so bloody difficult right now?” I wanted to get mad and yell back at him at his nerve to raise his voice at me, how am I being idifficult?! But instead I looked down, suddenly growing interest at my shoes and with hesitance I asked: “What are we, Dray?”

I didn’t need to look up to know how taken back he is because suddenly this broom closet is the most suffocating place on Earth. He made a sound that indicated he found it hard to form words which I could understand but it still stung how he himself didn’t know how to answer my question so I made my way out of the damned closet without another word and walked away.

I should love myself enough to walk away from someone who’s intentions is only to snog me in a dusty broom closet.

To be continued. . .

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So this is probably gonna be a three part Imagine because I got a new laptop and feeling inspired as fuck. Do send me requests and I’ll try my best to brng your fantasies into somewhat of a reality with my writing.

Thank you for reading, you beautiful person!

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[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 1

September 1

Colleen woke up with excitement going through her veins. She and Ron would be heading off to Hogwarts that morning to begin first year. Percy would be starting his fifth year, and Fred and George would be starting their third year. Ginny hadn't gotten her letter yet, so she couldn't come with them just yet.

It was quite early in the morning for Colleen to be up, but she just couldn't go back to sleep. She could smell breakfast from downstairs her mother always cooked, but Molly didn't wake her children until it was time to eat before getting ready for the day. Until then, Colleen decided to practice some spells with her wand.

Her very own wand. Not a hand-me-down like her brothers always ended up getting until their father could afford to get them their own wand. The Weasleys had always been frugal with money, even though they didn't have a lot. Arthur had a good job at the Ministry of Magic, but with eight children some things had to be made to last such as wands, robes, and school books all in order to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. All of the boys had been handed down each other's items in terms of school robes and supplies, but when it came to the girls Colleen would be given new things so she could pass them down to Ginny when it was her time to attend. Arthur and Molly had managed to save up just enough to purchase everything their children needed for the new school year. Well, almost everything. Ron would be given a few hand-me-downs from Bill, and the twins would be given some of Percy's old books; but Colleen would be given everything brand new.

Arthur had walked into Ollivander's with his eldest daughter to find her wand.

"The wand chooses the witch or wizard," the wandmaker had told her. After two failed attempts at wands, Colleen had received her wand: cherry wood, a dragon heartstring core, 12 inches long, and a diamond was at the end of the handle. It was extremely rare for a witch or wizard to have gems in their wands, but Mr. Ollivander told her that she must have something very special about her to have such a wand.

Colleen wasn't one to boast or brag about anything; she just thought how pretty the sunlight bounced off the diamond's edges was.

To say the boys sometimes thought that their sisters were spoiled was an understatement. They loved them very much, but they did sometimes feel as if they were left out of the picture. Molly and Arthur loved their children equally, and they often had to remind them of that.

While Ginny was still asleep in her bed, Colleen did her best not to wake her up as she sneaked out of their shared bedroom and into the bathroom with her wand and Charms book in hand. In the cupboard above the sink, she pulled out her box of metal scraps and small pebbles to practice with. She had passed by a jeweler once in Diagon Alley, and the shopkeeper had made everything out of old metal parts using Transfiguration and Charms spells. She had made quite a wealthy living from it and was able to start making fashion and robes from scrap fabric or old robes no one wanted. This inspired Colleen to hatch an idea: she wanted to succeed at Hogwarts, but she wanted to use her magic to help her family and others around her. She decided she was going to collect whatever scrap or items in nature she could and practice making jewelry with them. Once she had mastered it, she would sell them, and some of the money would go to her parents.

She sat down on the floor, placed a few metal parts and her book in front of her and flipped to a page with the easiest spell: a ring making charm.

"Anulusum," she chanted as she pointed her wand at a piece of metal.

Immediately, it began to lengthen and weave around itself into a circular object until it looked identical to her mother's wedding ring without the diamond. Colleen picked it up and examined her new creation.

"Wicked," she whispered.

"Colleen," her mother's voice rang from the door. "Are you in there, darling?"

"Yes, mum," she replied as she quickly gathered her project.

"I just came up to tell you that breakfast was ready. Get dressed and join your siblings downstairs."

"I'm coming." Colleen placed the box back into the cupboard as she heard her mother's footsteps creak away.

Once she felt the hallway was clear, Colleen crept out of the bathroom and quickly tiptoed to her and Ginny's bedroom. Her sister was already out of bed putting on a light jacket.

"Why do you have your wand?" Ginny asked. "Were you doing magic again?"

"I was practicing," Colleen excused as she set her wand on her nightstand. She went to her dresser and pulled out a pink jumper and a brown skirt to wear for the train-ride to Hogwarts. "Besides, I want to do well at Hogwarts. Mum and Dad always encourage us to do our very best in whatever we do."

"But Mummy is always telling us not to use magic outside of school," Ginny replied as she slipped on her Mary Janes.

"I haven't even started school yet, Ginny," the older girl argued. "That rule only applies to Fred, George, and Percy."

Ginny just shrugged and made her downstairs as Colleen finished getting dressed.

...

"King's Cross is always packed with Muggles, of course," Molly grumbled as the six of her eight children followed briskly behind her, pushing their trunks as they strolled.

Colleen almost had to run as she pushed her trunk due to her small stature. She was taller than her baby sister, but she was shorter than her brothers. The twins would often make height jokes, but she got used to them over time.

The group stopped at platforms nine and ten, allowing Colleen to catch her breath.

"Now, what's the platform number?" Molly asked them as Ginny was clinging to her.

"Nine and three-quarters!" Ginny piped up. "Mum, can't I go…"

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

Percy turned his trunk towards the dividing barrier between the platforms and ran while pushing his trunk, disappearing to the other side of it.

"Fred, you next," Molly said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," one of the twins said. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," he chuckled. Fred ran towards the divide, his twin following suit, and disappeared.

Ron and Colleen lined up take their turn, but were interrupted by another boy and girl their age. They both had trunks and owls with them. The boy had unkempt black hair, round glasses, and green eyes; and the girl was pale-skinned with grey eyes and wild, dark curls. She gave off a shy aura, but Colleen figured it was just first day nervousness.

"Excuse me," the boy said.

"Hello, dears," Molly smiled at them. "First time to Hogwarts? Ron and Colleen are new, too."

The siblings smiled at the other two children.

"Yes," the boy said. "The thing is-the thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get on the platform?" she asked, and the children nodded. "Not to worry. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron and Colleen."

"Er-okay," the boy replied.

After he disappeared behind the divide, Ron and Colleen were last. Ron was first, and she was close behind him. She panicked for a little bit as she got closer to the wall, but the next time she blinked she had made it to the other side.

The platform was crowded with incoming first years swarming around to get their things on the train, and returning students doing the same thing but in a more routine fashion. Cats were weaving in and out of other people's legs, and owls in cages were hooting and screeching. Some children were already on the train and waving good-bye to their families.

Once Ron and Colleen had boarded the train, their trunks were tucked away in the compartment.

"Fred? George? Are you there?" their mother's voice called out.

"Coming, Mum," one of the twins replied.

The Weasley children hopped back onto the platform to tell their mum and sister goodbye before jumping back on again. Molly pulled out a handkerchief.

"Ron, you've got something on your nose," she pointed out as she tried to wipe her son's face.

Ron attempted to pull away. "Mum-geroff."

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" one of the twins teased.

"Shut up."

"Where's Percy?" Molly asked.

"He's coming now."

Percy walked towards them, already dressed in his new robes with letter P badge stuck on him. "Can't stay long, mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-"

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" Fred asked sarcastically. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said George. "Once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh, shut up," the older brother rolled his eyes.

"How come Percy gets new robes anyway?" George asked. "I thought Colleen was the only one getting new things."

"Because he's a prefect," Molly stated firmly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there."

She pecked Percy's cheek before he left for the prefects' compartment, then she turned to her twins.

"Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've blown up a toilet or-"

"Blown up a toilet?" George repeated. "We've never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though," Fred smiled, "thanks, Mum."

"It's not funny," their mother snapped. "And look after Ron and Colleen."

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins and Colliewollie are safe with us."

"Shut up," Ron said.

Molly took Colleen's face in her hands and kissed her forehead. "You write everything that happens on your first night there. Promise?"

"Yes, Mum," Colleen nodded.

"That's my Colleen."

Colleen then hugged her sister and said, "Keep an eye on the thimblewacks for me?"

Ginny nodded.

"Hey, Mum, guess what?" Fred spoke again. "Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who near us in the station and the curly-haired girl that was with him? Know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"

Ginny's eyes lit up. "Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum," she begged, "oh, please…"

"You've already seen him, Ginny," Molly replied, "and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"

"Asked him," Fred replied. "Saw his scar. It's really there – like lightning."

"Poor dear – no wonder he and that girl were alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when they asked how to get onto the platform."

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?"

Molly then became stern. "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day on school."

"All right, keep your hair on."

The train whistle blew.

"Hurry up!" Molly shooed, and the siblings scrambled on the train with Colleen nearly tripping. Ginny began to cry.

"Don't cry, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls," Colleen promised.

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat," George joked.

"George!" Molly screeched.

"Only joking, Mum."

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[amiandthechaos]

About a million years ago I said I wanted to write a short drabble for Blaise x Ron x Theo. Almost 3000 words later, I finally have something to share!

Dont bet on love

AO3 or Read More below.

It started as a bet. A stupid bet, mind you. A stupid, drunken bet that no one should have let them make, but if course no one had been around at the point because Theo and Blaise had the highest alcohol tolerance in their year.

I'm Blaise's defense, it was the first day back for their 8th year and they had just learned that Weasley had gotten ridiculously fit, so what else could they do but bet on who could seduce the unsuspecting Gryffindor first.

The very next morning Blaise walked into the Great Hall to see Theo sitting by the Gryffindor table, casually talking up to Ron as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Blaise couldn't be left behind like that, so later that day during Transfiguration he got to the classroom early and managed to sit next to Ron before any of his friends.

"You should have seen his face when our knees knocked together under the table," Theo bragged later in the common room after everyone else had gone to bed.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Well, I sat through the entire lesson with him and 'accidentally' touched his time many times. He was quite nervous."

"That's because you're threatening, not because he likes you."

"I'm... Threatening?"

Theo's expression softened. "Well, more like intimidating."

Blaise smiled.

Things only escalated from then onwards. It took a while for both of them to convince Weasley that they didn't have anything bad up their sleeves, but since a lot of other people in their years were being more friendly with other houses it sort of made sense eventually. Pansy, Draco, Potter and Granger had also become unlikely friends, and sometimes all of them would spend time together. Blaise and Theo had agreed to keep the flirting to a minimum in these situations, though, but Blaise still adored the tension he felt whenever he entered a room with both Theo and Ron inside.

"Today he mentioned how good my cologne smelled," Blaise said during his and Theo's usual Ron Weasley recap in the common room after hours.

"Yeah?" Theo replied. "Well, we got partnered in potions so good luck trying to hog all of his time now that we're going to meet in empty classrooms to do our project."

Blaise scoffed. "He'll be forced to spend time with you to do schoolwork. He's going to willingly want to spend time with me on his free time. Because I smell amazing."

Theo scooted closer with narrowed eyes and breathed in the air around Blaise. "You don't smell that great."

Blaise moved even closer, their legs touching. "I'm not Pansy, Theo. I don't need to make the whole corridor smell of my cheap perfume. It's subtle and only for those I want to get close enough."

Blaise saw Theo blinking slowly and that small action somehow made his heart speed up. "You're telling me Ron was this close to you?"

Blaise might have exaggerated his interaction with Ron today, but he nodded nonetheless because Theo would have no way of knowing.

Theo hummed and locked eyes with Blaise only for a moment before he quickly got to his feet. "I think I'll go to sleep."

From that moment Blaise began to wonder if perhaps this bet wasn’t the best idea for his and Theo’s friendship, but neither of them seemed to want to stop. They were not only spending more and more time together with Ron on separate occasions but also spending a lot of time together as well. Blaise was very surprised at himself for not feeling jealous once, even though he had thought he was a jealous person. At one point he even lied to Professor Sprout about where Theo was when class started and he didn’t show up, because he knew he and Ron were who-knows-where doing their potions project.

Blaise got a rare afternoon alone with Ron when he volunteered them both to go to Hogsmade and pick up the alcohol for the 8th year Halloween party happening that weekend. It was worth it just for the moment where Blaise caught Ron checking him out as he reached for some of the firewhiskey bottles on the top shelf. 

“I heard you’re really good at holding your liquor,” Ron said as they were heading back to the castle.

“Really?” Blaise smirked. “Where did you hear that?”

Ron’s cheeks reddened a bit. It was very easy to make him blush. Rather adorable, actually. “From Theo.”

“Oh.” It hadn’t actually occurred to Blaise that Ron and Theo might talk about him when they were alone together. He wondered if it happened a lot. “He’s rather good at that himself too.”

Ron smiled. “You two are best friends, right?”

For some reason, Blaise didn’t like that term, but he shrugged nonetheless. “Well, we have been close ever since our first year.”

“Like me and Harry,” Ron said. 

Blaise took a moment to answer. “No. Not really.”

.

Blaise was in the common room awake well past midnight as usual, what wasn't usual was that Theo wasn't there with him. Blaise had been waiting for hours but he hadn't arrived yet. He knew he was out with Ron, but he didn't know any details like... Were they alone? What were they doing? How come it was taking him so long to get back?

And why did he care so much?

Finally, Theo entered through the door, a big stupid grin on his face and twinkle in his eye. He sat next to Blaise and didn't say a word.

"Well?!" Blaise asked impatiently.

“Oh? You’re waiting for me to tell you all about my date with Ron?” He teased.

“Date?” Blaise repeated. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Then why do you think he invited me to the Astronomy Tower?”

Blaise’s jaw dropped. “You went to the Astronomy Tower?” It was well-known that it was the place to take someone when you were interested in them.

Theo nodded, but suddenly he was less cocky and Blaise could tell the way his lips curled up was genuine. “We kissed.”

Blaise had absolutely no idea how to answer. He should have. For months they have been playing this game and it was only a matter of time before one of them actually ended up doing something real with Ron. And it turned out to be Theo.

When Blaise didn’t answer, Theo’s smile disappeared. “You’re not angry, are you?”

Blaise tried to gather his feelings to know what he felt, but they were all over the place. “Why would I be angry? So you and Ron kissed. That’s okay. I mean, it doesn’t mean you’ve won yet. I can still sway him back to my side.”

Theo frowned. “Your side? You really want to keep going with this? He kissed me. He sat next to me and pulled me by my robes and kissed me. I thought the idea was to see who could do that first.”

“No. The idea was to seduce Weasley. Just because you have done it doesn’t mean I can’t still do it.” Blaise had no idea what any of his words meant, he just knew he had to say something.”

“Don’t you think you’re just playing with his feelings at this point?” Theo asked and Blaise felt it then for sure; anger.

“And what the fuck have you been doing?”

They stayed like that, in silent tension looking at each other for answers that would not come. Theo got to his feet and left without another word.

Blaise slept there on the sofa that night. 

The night of the Halloween party Blaise was more determined than ever. Theo had been a prick to him and wouldn’t even look in Blaise’s direction since they argued. But that didn’t matter to Theo, apparently all that mattered to him was winning the bet, so Blaise would focus on that too.

He did everything in his power to keep Ron and Theo apart during the party, which wasn't all that difficult because Ron was showing clear signs of wanting to be with Blaise too. Maybe it was the firewhiskey, but he would laugh at all of Blaise's jokes and touch his arm and give him this look. For a while Blaise even forgot about all his drama with Theo and simply enjoyed being with Ron.

The first chance he got to be alone with him, Blaise didn't hesitate. He pulled Ron into a broom cupboard just outside the Hufflepuff common room where the party was. Blaise was planning on taking his time and enjoy every second before kissing him, but Ron latched onto him the second the door closed and kissed him without a warning. He was warm and intense just as Blaise had imagined, and for a moment it was all bliss until Theo popped into his mind. He suddenly felt really bad about the way he treated Theo the other day, just because he was obviously jealous. Even though he really did like Ron, it wasn't fair to anyone that he acted so petty about it.

"Sorry," he whispered as he reluctantly broke the kiss. "I need to do something. I will explain, I promise." Without waiting for Ron to answer, he left.

Pansy told him that Theo had left the party a while ago, so Blaise headed straight for the Slytherin common room.

"What are you doing here?" Theo asked as soon as Blaise entered. "Come to rub your snogging session in my face?"

"No, I... How did you know?"

He shrugged. "The way you two looked together. It was obvious."

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Theo watching him and Ron together.

"Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?" Theo wondered, his voice lowered and his eyes on his hands.

There was no point in lying now. "He kissed me. I took him into the broom cupboard, though."

Theo smiled a little and Blaise's heart skipped a beat. "He's not very patient, is he?"

Blaise took a few steps closer. "No, he isn't."

"I imagine he threw himself at you the second you were alone."

"Is that what he did with you?" Blaise asked. The image of Theo and Ron kissing was one that he had been trying to avoid because he thought it would only make him angrier, but now he just wanted to know more.

"Well, he wanted to. But you know I like to play hard to get." Theo smirked this time.

"You do?" Blaise asked, his eyebrows raised.

Theo gave him a significant look, as if he should know what he was talking about. "Yeah. I do."

Blaise cleared his throat and sat down on the other side of the sofa. "So how did he finally get you to... Give in?"

Theo uncrossed his legs and faced Blaise. "Well... He got really close."

"Did he grab you by the hem of your robes?" he asked, remembering his encounter with Ron just minutes before.

"No," Theo said, his voice heavy. "He put his hand on the back of my head."

Blaise smiled and scooted closer. "I did that to him."

"And then... He leaned down, because he's so much taller than me."

"But not me."

"Yes he is." Theo smiled. "He smelled of firewood, and had this stupid, Gryffindor puppy look in his eyes."

Blaise knew exactly what he was talking about. "And then?"

Theo scooted closer, maybe subconsciously, maybe not, but Blaise didn't care and he moved the final space between them so that their faces were inches apart. All implications about friendship and the bet went out the window when Theo licked his lips before speaking.

"He did something noble and idiotic and told me that if I wanted to wait, we could wait."

Blaise couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips. "So playing hard to get doesn't work with Gryffindors?"

"Maybe not. But wrapping your arms around them and saying 'fucking kiss me' does."

Blaise hummed, the warmth from Theo's breath drawing him closer and closer. "Did you like the way he kissed you?"

Theo's eyes flickered down. "Did you?"

Blaise took the lead on at least one kiss that night.

Theo was soft and practically melted into Blaise's touch, his fingers trailing down Blaise's chest until they stopped at his stomach and bunched around the fabric there. Blaise sighed in his mouth and cupped his face, regretting not doing this sooner. Way sooner.

Blaise soon discovered that even though he claimed to play hard to get, Theo was eagerly speeding things up, and though Blaise didn't mind one bit his heart pounded with excitement and nerves when Theo threw his leg over his.

The door opened and Blaise finally understood the fear at the pit of his stomach which he had been too busy to notice.

They broke apart fast but it still felt like an eternity when they saw Ron standing there, his mouth agape and his face pale.

Blaise had no words, he didn't know whether to explain or to lie, to go to him or run away. Apparently, Theo was facing the same dilemmas, so they both remained put.

It took Ron a second to gather himself, his face going from shocked to confused to just... Eerily calm. "What is happening?"

Ron looked like he had had his fair share of drinks, but still sober enough to understand what he had just seen, so it was clear his question was more rhetorical than anything.

“It’s not as it looks,” Theo rushed out.

“It isn’t?” Blaise didn’t know how Theo wanted to play this, but with each passing second it became clear that the truth had to come out eventually.

Theo turned to him. “I mean we kissed, but you like him...right?”

Something about the way Theo said that made Blaise’s chest hurt.

“You like him. And I didn´t mind at first but when you told me you kissed I...” Blaise sighed and looked down at his hands. “I thought it meant I was out and wouldn’t be around either of you anymore. I acted so jealous and pathetic.”

Theo scoffed. “The same way I acted today when I saw you two leave. It’s obvious you make a good couple. I should have just stayed out of it from the beginning.

"No, I-” Blaise was cut off when Ron cleared his throat. 

“Don’t I get a say in this? I’ve been racking my brains for days trying to decide which of you I like better.” He ran a hand through his hair and moved further into the room. “I probably shouldn’t have kissed both of you like that. I’m sorry if that caused problems between you, but I like you both.”

Hearing those words sparked something in Blaise and he just had to say it too. “I think I like you both too.”

Ron chuckled. “You think? You were just snogging the life out of each other.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked awkwardly over to them.” It was rather incredible, actually.”

Theo smiled. “It was. But what do we do with this?” He signaled between the three of them.

Ron sat on the coffee table in front of them. “I don’t want to mess up your friendship. I mean...I would understand if you want me to step aside.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “This is that stupid Gryffindor chivalry again.”

“How was it that you solved that last time, Theo?” Blaise asked his heart racing again. 

Ron glanced at Blaise’s lips briefly. 

Blaise put a hand over Ron’s knee and the other over Theo’s. “We’ll figure it out, I guess.”

“Could we maybe figure it out in the Astronomy Tower?” Ron asked, his cheeks hot red.

Blaise and Theo looked at each other. 

“We definitely know how to pick them,” Theo said, already standing up.

“I’m still mad that you didn’t bring me there,” Blaise said, though he couldn’t stop smiling.

The three of them left the common room with Ron at the lead. He looked over his shoulder at Blaise and smiled. “I’ll  make it up to you.”

Theo leaned on Blaise to whisper in his ear. ”Are we going to tell him this was all because of a bet?”

Blaise shook his head. “Not until we make sure he’s ours.” 

They caught up to Ron and held his hands.

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Hi. I was wondering if you could write a story about Harry and Draco keeping their relationship secret but their friends eventually find out. Hermione takes it well. But Blaise and Ron just freak out. Something like that.?!❤

HIM

When Hermione first suggests to Harry that he could try dating over a dating app, he fully disagrees with her. But as days pass by and he finds himself lying in his big bed, feeling lonely and shivering from cold, Hermione’s idea suddenly sounds appealing. Every time he sits behind his laptop and stares at the home page of the dating app Hermione mentioned, Harry somehow becomes discouraged and closes it down.

It’s been three years since he had gone on a date and the relationship with Ginny during school was the last real relationship Harry had. So, when he goes to Sunday lunches at the Burrow, Harry always feels a bit left out and alone. Everyone seems so happy and in love and Harry finds himself realising how lonely he really is.

On a particular Sunday evening, just a couple of hours after their weekly lunch, Harry gathers his courage and registers to the muggle dating app. There are some wizard apps that are quite popular lately, but Harry wants to try with muggle at first. He just wants to see how this works and if he’ll actually meet someone who would interest him.

But what Harry does not expect, is to find a certain blond man using the same muggle app for finding a date as well. When Draco’s image flashes in front of Harry’s eyes as one of the suggestions that the app seems to find appropriate considering Harry’s descriptions, Harry pauses and actually considers it. It’s been a while since they’ve come across each other on the streets but Harry does know that the man does quite a lot of redeeming work and is not the same annoying git anymore. He helps Hermione’s department in the Ministry sometimes and Hermione seems to have a good work-related friendship with Draco.

Shrugging, Harry clicks on Draco’s profile and sends him a request. He does not expect much of it because it is Malfoy after all and Harry isn’t quite sure what Draco thinks of him. As he scrolls through the photos that Draco added on his profile, Harry notices that the man changed quite a bit. The years have treated Draco well and he turned out very handsome. Harry gulps and turns off the computer immediately, deciding to check it in the morning to see if Draco responded.

“Harry,” Draco murmurs against Harry’s lips and then pulls back. Harry is smiling blissfully and looking at him with those bright green eyes that make Draco’s heart skip a bit every time. Draco smiles as well and gently caresses Harry’s cheek.

“Draco,” Harry responds and pulls him back into a passionate kiss. Thanks to Hermione’s dating app suggestion, they’ve been secretly dating for the last three months. And if you ask Harry, he will happily respond that these three months have been filled with some of the happiest moments in his life. Draco would immediately agree, of course. Harry’s and Draco’s friends have also noticed that something has changed but neither Harry nor Draco are ready to tell their friends they’re seeing each other. They both worry how others will react because they still have some difference to settle. That’s why most of the dates were set either at Harry’s or Draco’s apartment or they would go out to muggle London.

Pulling back from the kiss, Draco once again lets out Harry’s name. Harry raises his eyebrow and waits for Draco to continue. “What is it?”“Well… I’ve been thinking. You know how we were both invited to that annual Christmas Gala at the Ministry?” Draco starts and suddenly looks a bit nervous. With Harry working as an Auror and Draco’s consulting job with plenty of the Ministry departments, they were both indeed invited to the Gala.

“Yes, I recall receiving an invitation,” Harry responds, not entirely sure where Draco is going with this.“Well, are you planning on going?” Draco wants to ask something else but stops himself because they haven’t really discussed when they would start dating publicly. He somehow doubts Harry is ready for that.

Nodding, Harry replies: “Yeah, I always go with Hermione and Ron.”“Oh…” Draco sighs. He has received the invitation every year but never really gone because public parties like this Gala aren’t really his thing. This year Draco has considered attending though. He thought of asking Harry to be his date but that isn’t happening probably.

“Why?” Harry questions but Draco just shakes his head.“It’s nothing, forget it.” “Okay…” Harry drawls, unsure of what just happened. Draco notices the uncertainty in Harry’s eyes and pulls him closer so they tumble onto Draco’s sofa. That distracts Harry and soon the weird conversation is forgotten.

“Where’s your date, Harry?” Hermione asks as Ron and Harry each take a glass of champagne from the enchanted platter. Plenty of familiar faces enter the ballroom where the annual Christmas Gala is held and Harry tries not to look for a man with blond hair.

“I don’t have a date,” Harry replies as his heart clenches a bit at the thought of taking Draco with him. Draco hasn’t actually told Harry if he’s also attending the Gala and truthfully Harry was kind of afraid of asking him after the conversation they had a couple of weeks ago.

“I just thought…” Hermione responds, a bit confused of why Harry hasn’t yet introduced his new boyfriend to them. Everyone noticed how happy he has been lately and they soon figured out why. Yet Hermione still hasn’t figured out who Harry is actually dating.

“You thought what?” Harry asks and then his breath catches as Draco steps into the room, with Blaise next to him. They seem to be talking about something and Blaise is laughing. Jealousy surges through Harry as he noticed the way Blaise is holding Draco’s elbow. ‘That’s supposed to be me,’ Harry says to himself and gulps. He hasn’t really realised how much Draco actually means to him and suddenly all he wants to do is kiss the handsome, blond man. The light blue robes look very good against Draco’s pale skin and his silver eyes seem to shine brighter than usually, Harry notices.

“Harry?” Hermione waves her hand in front of Harry’s face and wakes him up from his daze. “Hmm?” Harry mumbles and focuses back on Ron and Hermione. “Are you okay? We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last minute.” Ron looks at his best friend and can’t figure out what distracted him so much. But Hermione is much more observant than her husband and she immediately realises what is going on. She grins and waves to Draco.

“Hey, Draco! I didn’t know you’re coming today,” she exclaims happily and pulls him into a friendly hug as Draco and Blaise approach them. Draco hesitantly returns the hug and pats her back.

“It was a last-minute decision, really.” Draco answers and pulls back from the hug. He turns to Ron and Harry. “Weasley, Potter.” He greets and tries not to look at Harry for too long. It feels weird to call Harry by his last name after the last few months of dating him.

“Malfoy,” Ron greets back coldly. Harry doesn’t say anything but just stares at his boyfriend who is pretending not to really know him as much as he actually does.

“How’s work?” Draco asks as he turns back to Hermione. She quickly launches into explaining about her recent project while the other three men stand there and look at each other awkwardly. Ron looks confused about the whole situation, Blaise is quietly sipping the champagne and Harry is trying to figure out why Draco is acting so coldly.

After a couple of minutes Harry finally grows tired of watching Draco talk to Hermione and ignoring Harry. He gathers the courage and decides that being with Draco in public is more important than other people’s opinion.“Draco,” he calls out and a surprised Draco turns to him. Hermione smiles as she notices the way they exchange glances.

“Yes?” Draco asks, playing dumb. He isn’t upset with Harry but he is aware that Harry acts impulsively, meaning Draco can take advantage of his boyfriend’s trait.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Harry mutters, steps closer and presses his lips against Draco. Frozen in shock, Draco needs a second to react but soon he puts his hands on Harry’s waist and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. People start to whisper among themselves but the most surprised seem Blaise and Ron. Hermione is just smiling gently and Ron shots her a dirty look to which she just laughs.

“What was that for?” Draco asks as he pulls back from the kiss and leans his forehead against Harry’s.

Harry shrugs and grins. Pink tint colours his cheeks as he gives an unexpected answer (of you can call that an answer). “I love you.”

Draco’s eyes widen as he definitely doesn’t expect to hear those words just yet. But he does whisper them back gently.

“Oi!” Ron bursts their happy bubble as he exclaims angrily. They look at the red-faced Ron who immediately demands some answers. Blaise also chips in his part of angry words before Hermione shushes them both.

“We’ve kind of been dating for the last four months…” Harry answers to one of Ron’s questions. Draco settles next to him, keeping his right hand tightly wrapped around Harry’s waist.

“But…” Blaise splutters. “Why Potter? I thought you hated him! I mean…” Draco laughs and shakes his head. “Hate him? That’s impossible. I love him,” Draco responds in a light tone that makes Harry go red as a tomato. But he shifts his body a bit so he is leaning against Draco and hugs him.

“Hermione?” Ron turns to his wife in hopes of getting some support. “What? I think it’s nice that the boys found each other,” she answers and grins. Harry grins back. “Thanks, ‘Mione.”

“So… this is really happening?” Ron whines and Harry nods.“Yes, it is.”Blaise groans and starts stalking the enchanted platter for another round of champagne. Ron follows him and minutes later they are both seated at the bar, angrily discussing the relationship between their best friends. Hermione laughs as she sees her husband so upset and then finds another co-worker to talk to.

And then there are Harry and Draco, wrapped into each other’s arms as they slowly dance on the dance floor among other couples. They are both smiling stupidly and whispering sweet words to each other. To Harry, everything seems just perfect.

Dear Anon, I hope this is what you’ve been looking for! Thank you for prompting me.

Also a huge thanks to @janabutterfly for supporting my work!

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Some Other Metal Than Earth (Part 5 of 5)

Thanks for reading! I had fun writing this silly little eighth-year fic, and so I’m glad you’ve had fun reading it! Love you all, and here’s to another year of drarry!

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-Part 5: Friday-

Draco was about to get Potter’s attention the next morning at breakfast and suggest they skip class again, but McGonagall caught his eye and raised a brow and his courage failed. Their classes weren’t all terrible on Fridays, anyway, he thought. Especially since McGonagall had allowed the eighth-years to take Friday afternoons as free periods. Some, like Granger, had chosen to work on independent study projects, but most students took the time to relax and catch up on coursework.

He sank back into his seat and tried to ignore Granger and Weasley’s disgusting courtship rituals as he hurried to finish his breakfast. He wanted to catch Potter before class and make plans for the afternoon.

They tumbled back into the eighth-year common room that evening, windblown and exhausted, after several games of pick-up quidditch. Weasley collapsed beside Granger, who pursed her lips and shifted her books and scrolls onto the floor. Some of the others started a game of exploding snap, but Draco was far too tired for that. He turned toward the sofa he’d come to think of as theirs, grabbing Potter’s sleeve and tugging him along.

They were laughing, jostling one another as they dissected the game, when Granger shouted “Harry! Malfoy!”

Draco glanced over at her to see that all the eighth-years had migrated over to the center of the room and were now sitting in a near-approximation of a circle. “Yes, Granger?” he called back, suspiciously.

“Get over here, you great git!” Ron shouted. We need everyone for this.

“You need everyone for what, exactly?” Harry asked, sounding as suspicious as Draco felt. He stood up anyway, making his way toward the others and dragging Draco with him.

“Sit.” Granger instructed, and Potter obediently sat, so Draco did, too. He looked around warily, noted the butterbeer bottle lying on its side in the center of the circle, and groaned.

“I am not playing spin the bottle,” he said, grimacing and making to stand. When he tried to walk away from the circle, however, he found his shoes seemingly stuck to the floor.

“Hermione…” he said warily. “Why can’t I leave the circle?”

“Ah,” she said, looking defiantly back at him. “That would be because I charmed the circle. You have to play at least one round before you can leave. Or, well, you can leave, certainly, but it won’t be, um, entirely pleasant. It’s a mild coercion spell I found the other day and thought quite handy.”

Draco sighed. “Let me guess. You found it in the restricted section?”

“Well,” Hermione hedged, looking shifty.

Potter looked ill. Draco sighed and sank back down onto the floor. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

Hermione handed him the bottle. “Your turn, Harry.”

“Why do I have to go first?”

“Because you do,” she said firmly. “Anyway, look at it this way: as soon as you kiss someone, you can leave.”

“Fine,” Draco said flatly, setting the bottle spinning far too vigorously. He anxiously watched its progress around the circle, growing dizzy as it went round and round. He regretted using so much force and prolonging the stupid torture; his hands grew clammy and he wiped them distractedly on his pants.

The bottle slowed gradually and eventually came to rest on… Potter. Of course it did.

For a moment he and Potter just stared at one another, and then Potter leaned toward him, and suddenly they were kissing. Draco had no idea how that had come about exactly, and he hurriedly closed his eyes because it was a bit like kissing a mirror, which was really not a thought he wanted to dwell on. Potter’s lips were warm and soft against his, and he didn’t really care which lips were whose so long as they continued to be pressed against one another. It was the best feeling in the world, he thought fuzzily.

He broke away a moment later to catch his breath and was momentarily disoriented to see green eyes blinking back at him. “Oh, thank Merlin,” he exclaimed, once he realized what had happened. “I’ve not got that hideous hair anymore — Potter, how do you stand it?”

The common room suddenly echoed with the combined laughter of all the eighth years.

“Oh, Salazar, Draco, your face!” Pansy exclaimed.

He frowned around at all of them. They were taking it rather better than he’d expected, all things considered.

Weasley nodded sagely as Pansy collapsed onto the couch beside him, giggling.

“Swapped bodies, did you? He said. “You really need to stop sabotaging his potions, Malfoy. It’s been years. It’s getting old.”

Draco opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again.

“I almost gave it away so many times,” Weasley continued, chuckling. “‘Mione worked out how to reverse it on Tuesday, but it took us ages to figure out how to get you two stubborn gits to kiss.”

“Draco,” Pansy said, hardly able to get the words out around the giggles, “did you really not know? We all guessed ages ago. You’re really not very subtle at all, you know, either of you. It was so hard to pretend we hadn’t guessed, but it was too much fun to watch you blunder along.”

Draco tried to be irritated, but his lips curved up despite himself.

“Yes, well,” he said finally. “How else was I supposed to get his attention, Weasel?”

He held his breath, hoping he hadn’t gone too far. Everyone seemed to be waiting for Weasley to explode, but he finally huffed out a quiet laugh instead.

“You could have talked to him like a normal person, for starters. Ferret.”

Draco grinned at him, and Weasley grinned back, and the room seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief.

“So, Malfoy,” Weasley said. “You’re not so bad, now that I’ve been hanging around you for a week. Fancy a game of chess?”

“Oh, you’re on, Weasley,” Draco said cheerfully.

It ended up turning into a very strange spectator sport, with Granger and Potter cheering on Weasley, and Pansy and Blaise cheering on Draco, and everyone trying to outdo everyone else. Draco had to admit that Weasley was a fantastic opponent, and he grinned again as he checkmated Weasley’s king after a grueling hour of play.

“Salazar,” he exclaimed, “that was the best game of chess I think I’ve ever played. Where have you been all my life, Weasley?”

Weasley quirked a brow and swept out a hand. “Right here, Malfoy. By Potter’s side.”

“Ah,” Draco said, “that’s why I never realized. Potter can’t play chess for shit.”

“Hey!” Potter exclaimed. “I’m not that bad.”

Weasley sniggered. “You are, mate. You really are.”

Draco stood up and slung an arm over Potter’s shoulder. “That’s all right, Potter. You have… other talents.” He smirked at the slightly queasy look on Weasley’s face.

“Right, that’s it,” Weasley said, standing up quickly. “Come on ‘Mione. They’re about to start snogging, and I want to be far away when it happens. Or at least so busy snogging you that I can’t think about it.”

She swatted at him fondly. “Come on, then. There’s a comfy couch over here by the fire with our name on it.”

“You know,” Pansy said conversationally as they walked away, “I do believe Weasley has the right idea. Come along Blaise. Let’s go find somewhere else to sit.”

“Do I get a snog, too?” he asked hopefully.

“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.

Draco caught Potter’s eye and grinned.

“Come along, Potter. I believe we have been instructed to go and snog one another senseless.”

“Hey!” Weasley shouted. “That’s not what I said!”

Draco threw back his head and laughed, then dragged Harry back to their couch.

For the first time in his life, things had gone -- well, all right, not according to plan, exactly, but they’d worked out well in the end. Best plan ever, he thought fuzzily, and then he let himself stop thinking at all.

 ~The End~

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Hint of Nerves

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Fred asks the reader out on a date and Ginny, Molly and Hermione help her get ready. Also possibly all the Weasley’s knew Fred had a crush on the reader so they kept pressuring him to ask her out or would try to get them alone so he could. Oh and maybe the reader is Ron’s best friend and she so was spending holiday at the Weasley’s.

Word Count: 2324

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy the post, and I hope I stuck to the request like you wanted me to. I also hope that it doesn’t suck too much :)

When Ron first invited Y/n to the burrow to spend the last part of the summer holiday with his family he didn’t have an ulterior motive, but that was before Ginny confronted him about Fred’s secret feelings for the girl. 

Ginny expressed to Ron how much of a git he was for not noticing it before. George even came to Ron for help, which surprised Ron most of all, about how they could get Fred to gain the courage to ask the y/h girl out on a proper date. 

The three tried to talk to Fred about how he should just ask the girl out. They knew she would say yes, because Ginny was confident in the way Y/n looked at him around Hogwarts. However, Fred always claimed that he couldn’t, but never gave them an explanation as to why. They had to help him. The two just needed that little push in the right direction. They had to set a plan into motion, and they would do nothing else until the two coupled up before the start of the new term. 

Y/n arrived on one particularly warm afternoon by use of floo powder. The green flames engulfed her before in an instant they vanished again and she was stepping out of the cramped fireplace into the living room of one of her favorite places, the Burrow. She looked to her right to find George, Ginny, and Ron in the living room, and she turned her nose up towards the delightful smells already coming from the kitchen to her left. 

“Y/n! You’re finally here.” Ron stood up from his place on the couch and rushed over to the y/h/c haired girl. She placed her bags down before opening her arms to embrace her best friend. Once they broke apart he ruffled her hair a little before smiling, “It’s so great to see you! How was your trip to see your brother in Italy?”

“It was amazing! You should see where he lives at now. Mum and dad were so proud to see him working with the ministry. Mum cried almost the whole time, but enough about my family! It’s yours that I missed!” She left her bags by the fireplace and started to walk towards Ginny who already was up from her spot on the couch. The two laughed as they hugged each other.

“Ginny, I brought you back a small souvenir from Italy!” Y/n jumped up and down excitedly while holding the girls arms.

“Give it to me tonight! We are sharing my room together,” She looked around and saw Fred coming down the stairs with his Skiving Snackbox in hand, “actually Ron and I will take up your things right now! Come on Ron.” Ginny grabbed one of Y/n’s bags and handed  the other to Ron who only stared back with a confused look on his face.

“Oi, Y/n come over here so me and Fred can show you our latest products!” George chimes up once he notices what Ginny is up to. Y/n looks around Ron to see George waving her over from his spot on the love seat in the living room. She began to walk over with a smile and a wave.

“Hey guys! How has your summer been? Have you been inventing more for your snackboxes?” She sat down beside George on the love seat, but looked at Fred while she talked. Fred smiled back at the girl and held up his box up in the air.

“Actually we’ve made some real progress here. I think the nosebleed nougats are nearly perfect.” He blushed when her gaze settled on his dark eyes. Her own y/c/e eyes shimmering in the sunlight coming in from the vast window across from her. She had changed some over the summer; she looked more grown-up now. She smiled towards Fred, that gorgeous smile filling his body up with heat, he missed her so much. He couldn’t tell her that though. Not now. 

“Fred, I’m going upstairs to get our other products to show Y/n. You can finish showing her the other contents that are finished in the snackboxes.” George stated as he rushed out of the room and straight up the stairs. However, he didn’t enter his room. Instead he joined Ginny and Ron on the stairs, who were still holding Y/n’s stuff, trying to listen to the conversation going on below. 

“You’ve missed quite a lot while on your trip to Italy you know? George and I really believe that these babies will kick up some major profit this year.” He leaned toward her and opened the box so she could peer into it. She giggled and hit his arm playfully, causing a blush to illuminate on both of their cheeks.

“Oh Freddie, I believe that I’ll be seeing you in a lot of trouble this year. Let’s see if you can break your detention record.” She laughed and leaned back onto the couch outstretching her hands to feel the soft material on her fingertips. She smiled sweetly at him again, and she wanted the courage to tell him about her crush. She couldn’t though. Not now. 

Instead the two let the silence draw out, due to the tumbling happening within their stomachs. Fred couldn’t stand the silence that was growing between them. They had been friends for a long time too right? His courage was gaining, and George’s encouraging word filled his thoughts. 

“Y/n…. actually….that’s not all you missed-”

“Dinners ready my dears! Oh, Y/n sweetie,” Molly Weasley rushed over to the girl, who stood to receive a warm hug from Mrs. Weasley, “It’s so good to see you dear. Come come you look hungry!” Mrs. Weasley patted her on the cheeks before guiding her into the kitchen. 

Ginny, George, and Ron piratically all ran into the kitchen huffing as they almost ran into Y/n. However, she just laughed at the three and raised her eyebrow at them. She knew something was going on with them, but at that moment just chose to ignore it. 

“Are you guys really that hungry? I know for a fact that Mrs. Weasley feeds you three hearty meals a day.” She giggles as she begins to sit down in a chair on the corner of the table but Ron quickly pulls it out from under her causing the girl to fall on the floor with a thud.

“RONALD WEASLEY!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice rang out throughout the entire house.

“Oh gee Y/n I’m so sorry. I just sit there ya know?” Ron helped her get up before sitting down in the chair himself. Y/n looked dumbfounded as she pulled out the chair beside him.

“Oh thanks Y/n.” Ginny smiled as she sat down in the chair she just pulled out for herself.

“Yeah don’t mention it,” She huffed, “Seriously what is wrong with you guys tonight?” Y/n grumbled as she took the only chair that was left. The one right next to Fred Weasley. Their elbows touched as they sat down, but neither bothered to move them too quickly. They looked at each other with the sweetest smiles on their faces and a hint of pink rising on their cheeks, before turning their attention back to dinner and eating the delicious meal Mrs. Weasley had prepared for the family.

After dinner, Molly asked the children to help clean up dinner. However, Ginny claimed she needed Mrs. Weasley’s help mending her school robes, Ron excused himself from doing any chores, Mr. Weasley said he wanted to finish up some projects in his workshop, and George swore he would be right back ten minutes ago. So, Y/n and Fred were the only two left cleaning up dinner. Fred only stayed because he couldn’t let her clean up everything by herself, and it gave him an excuse to be close to her. 

His confidence from earlier was drained completely from his body, but his goofy smile never faltered as he looked over at the girl casting magic to clean the dishes. When she looked over and smiled back at him he quickly returned back to his work with his heart racing.

From the other room George and Ron peered into the kitchen watching the scene unfold. “This is getting us no where. Fred isn’t even bloody talking to her.” Ron whispered shaking his head in the process.

“Well then, let’s speed this up a little shall we?” George smirked menacingly while he raised his wand and pointed it at the y/h/c haired girl before whispering “Augamenti.”

At this a jet of clear water burst out from the end of George’s wand, and hit Y/n square on the shoulder dousing her arm in water.

“Ah! Fred what the bloody hell!” She screamed before jerking around to face the red-head. “What did you go and do that for?”

“What? I didn’t do anything! Honest!” He dropped what he was doing and turned around to face Y/n noticing her dripping wet shoulder. He tried to plea, but failed miserably due to his laughter almost causing him to double over. “Maybe you just aren’t very good at spells.”

“Oh we shall see about that! Augamenti!” She cried as a jet of water hit Fred right in his face. Y/n began to laugh, “Tell me who isn’t good at spells now?”

Fred’s face and the front of his shirt were now soaking wet, but he couldn’t stop laughing as he grasped his wand pointing it back at the girl. “You messed up now Y/n.” Y/n play screamed as she began to run around the table away from the water that was coming from Fred’s wand. 

“No, come back here Y/n and face me!” Fred laughed as he finally caught up to the girl and grabbed her by the waist while she flailed around laughing.

“Freddie! Put me down now!”

“No, not until you promise to apologize.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for getting you back.” She stopped flailing expecting him to put her back down on her feet so she could face him properly.

“and, not until you promise to let me take you out on a date.” Fred spat out almost too quickly due to his nerves. He still didn’t set her down on the floor afraid to face her.

Y/n went limp in his arms. Had she heard him correctly? A smile began to creep up on her thin lips as she tried to get out of his grasp. He let her go, and she turned around to face him a huge smile appearing on her features. 

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you idiot!” She hugged him instantaneously before looking at him in the face. 

Fred’s slight pink blush was beginning to return to his cheeks and a big goofy grin was starting to show on his face. He grabbed the girls petite hands in his big ones and raised them to his lips planting a small kiss. “Bloody hell Y/n you don’t know how nervous I was to tell you.”

“And you don’t know how happy I am that you finally asked me.” Y/n leaned up and planted a small kiss to his cheek before George popped into the room hands beginning to clap together slowly.

“Well, it’s about bloody time you two!”

The next day Y/n found herself in Ginny’s room with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione, who had just arrived that morning, standing around her in a half circle gazing down at her face. They had been helping her get ready all morning.

“Darling, you look absolutely stunning!” Mrs. Weasley held out her hand to help Y/n stand on her feet. Y/n twirled around in her soft yellow sundress and as she did the dress flowed around her knees with her. It was her favorite dress that hugged her body in all the right places. She paired the dress with some high-top cream sneakers that she constantly wore everywhere. 

“You really do look beautiful Y/n. I am so happy that I arrived this morning to help you get ready. It’s been a great pleasure.” Hermione leaned in to wrap her arms around Y/n’s neck.

“No, thank you ladies for helping me get ready. I wouldn’t look this amazing without you.” Y/n looked in the mirror once again and studied the makeup that Ginny had worked on for almost a hour. Pink blush helped highlight her cheeks, which matched the gloss on her lips perfectly. Ginny picked out a little darker tones for her eye shadow to help highlight her y/c/e eyes, and the mascara was coated perfectly over her eyelashes. 

Hermione had straightened Y/n’s hair and then placed it into a half up-do. A little messy bun sat atop her head, with the rest of her hair hanging loosely at the sides. It was the best outfit for a summer date. 

A knock at the door snapped Y/n from the mirror and she shouted “Almost ready!” She walked over to the bed and grabbed her denim jacket and bag before answering the door.

Fred stood on the other side. His hair was gelled up and a little to the side. He wore an almost pale blue shirt that he paired up with some slacks. He looked so handsome, and Y/n thanked Ginny for doing her makeup so it hid the blush appearing on her cheeks. 

“Wow…Y/n….just, you look stunning love.” He reached for her hand and swung it back and forth as he studied her up and down. “I’m so happy that I finally asked you out. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Oh, stop it you’re going to make me throw up.” She fake gagged and laughed as she stepped out into the hall and began to walk down the stairs towards the door. “So, where are we going exactly?”

“Now, now Y/n I can’t spoil the surprise.” With that she placed her arms on Fred’s as he disapparated the two out of the Burrow. 

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Saving Severus Snape - Chapter 20

3rd December 1976 With Christmas only a few weeks away, Hermione was trying to decide what to get Severus. They hadn't discussed exchanging gifts, and she hadn't really expected anything from him, but she wanted to get him something to remember her by. Since she knew one day she'd have to leave him. The only question was, what would he like? She wanted to get him something practical -- something she knew that he could keep for many years. Practical, yet also special. Friday evening she was sat in her bed, lazily thumbing the pages of The Daily Prophet checking the section for different shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. They did have another trip to the Wizarding village coming up before the break, but since she'd most likely be with Severus, getting his gift through owl order seemed to be her only option. Her eyes scanned the typical dribble -- charmed razors, expensive quills, hats and other garments, trinkets and other items that were not catching her eye. Then as she turned to the next page, she saw it -- the perfect gift. It was a stirring stick made from tungsten. Knowing that tungsten had the highest melting point of any pure metal, she knew it would be perfect for even the hottest of potions, and last him a lifetime. 

After summoning her quill and a bottle of ink, Hermione filled out the purchase order, taking care to also leave a note of what she'd like magically inscribed on it. She quickly checked the time, gathered the money needed for the order, sealed the envelope and hurried out of her dorm, hoping she would make it to the owlry before curfew. As she watched the brown owl take flight with her order, she smiled to herself, hoping he would like his gift and get plenty of use out of it. She took her time climbing down the stairs, looking up at the starry sky with the wind blowing through her hair, when suddenly she froze. Severus would use his gift. For many years, actually.

ooo Hermione cursed under her breath while she dug through her bag, during her fifth year Potion’s class. She could have sworn that it was in there, and she couldn't very well make her potion correctly without it. Damn, she thought, when her empty hand came out of her bag. Snape would deduct points from her for sure. He always found a reason to take points from Gryffindor. Regardless, she took a deep breath and raised her hand high into the air. She saw Snape glance at her from his desk, yet he didn't answer her immediately. For whatever reason, he always kept her waiting whenever she had a question and would raise her hand in the middle of class. Hermione locked her eyes onto him, and sat up straight, refusing to lower her arm until he called on her. Why did he hate her so much? Snape exhaled loudly, yet kept his focus on the paper he had been scribbling across. “Problem, Miss Granger?” he drawled. “Please, sir. I've seemed to have misplaced my stirring stick required for this potion.” She winced, waiting for him to berate her, and take points. Snape rolled his eyes and huffed. “Git.” She heard Ron whisper next to her. Harry snorted. Apparently, he did not whisper it quietly enough. “Detention, Weasley!” snapped Snape. “And five points from Gryffindor.” Hermione groaned along with rest of the Gryffindors in the class, while Ron’s ears went bright red. He still hadn't responded to Hermione, who looked up at him patiently. She waited while he opened the top drawer of his desk, and pulled out a faded green handkerchief that he unravelled, which appeared to have a long metal item in it. She wasn't sure if she'd imagined it or not, but she thought she saw a hint of sadness touch his eyes when he looked at, what she assumed was a stirring stick. But quickly his face became cold and indifferent once more as he approached her table. While he stood over her, as intimidating and imposing as ever, Hermione suppressed a chill while refusing to break eye contact, not showing him how intimidated she truly was of the man. What surprised her was she did not find the normal loathing in his eyes as he looked down upon her. There was something just bubbling beneath the surface that she couldn't quite put her finger on. When he handed her the stirring stick, he cleared his throat. “Do be careful with this, Miss Granger. As it is from my personal collection, and has been in my possession longer than you have been alive.” Hermione gulped and held it delicately, afraid to even breathe on it. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He lingered for a second longer than he normally had ever done, before turning around. “Ten more points from Gryffindor, for your forgetfulness,” he said as he walked back to his desk. As she turned it over in her hand, her heart sank when she noticed the metal had been scratched. For a moment Hermione panicked, thinking she had damaged it already, but noticed that the markings on it were an inscription. ‘To Severus, with love. - H xx’ She briefly wondered if it had been a gift from a relative, since she couldn't imagine anyone ever being intimately involved with someone as miserable and surly as he. Shrugging it off, she went back to her assignment for the day, not realizing that Snape's eyes hadn't left her the entire time. ooo “Oh my god…” she whispered to herself. *** 4th December 1976 Saturday afternoon, Hermione and Severus sat at their usual table in the library, books sprawled out between the two of them on the table. They were studying for exams, yet Hermione couldn't concentrate, now that she'd remembered that incident from her Potion’s class. She'd realized that Severus must have given her that particular stirring stick for a reason. He'd wanted her to know that he remembered. But what else could he have been trying to tell her? Was it possible that he had still cared for her? Preposterous, she told herself. Until he looked up and smiled at her, she hadn't realized that she had been staring again. “See anything you like?” he asked with a half smirk. Hermione blushed deeply at being caught, and because the answer to his question was a resounding yes. She let out a small laugh as she crumpled up a tiny ball of parchment and threw it at him. Without another word, she went back to her work -- or at least tried to. She began thinking again about the antivenin. If she even managed to make one correctly, how would she know? Normally Wizards would test their new potions on House Elves, which was absolutely not an option. What if it poisoned the elf? She wouldn't have been able to live with herself if she'd done one of those kind creatures any harm. The only thing she could think of was to test it out on herself. But again, how? She'd hardly be able to walk into the nearest apothecary and order up a bottle of their finest snake venom, infused with the darkest of magic. For every step forward, she'd felt as if she was taking two steps back. A heavy sigh escaped her. “Are you stuck on something?” asked Severus, mistaking her frustration. Hermione shook her head. “No. Just bored,” she lied. He took a look down at his watch and then smiled at Hermione. “We've been at it for nearly 4 hours. Reckon we should call it a day?” She nodded and began to pack up her belongings. Maybe getting out of the quiet library was a good idea, since her mind was wandering so much. Perhaps if they went for a walk, or did something besides study, it could help take her mind off of things. She desperately needed a mental break. While the walked holding hands down the corridor together, Severus began stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “Hermione? Is everything alright? You've seemed a little distracted today,” Severus asked. She had to get it together, she scolded herself. It wouldn't do for her to continue showing all of her emotions each time a new revelation would hit her, or a setback happened. With a forced smile on her face, she pulled him to a stop, then stood on her toes to place a soft kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, his eyes lightened. “Everything is fine. Promise. Just pre-exam jitters, I suppose,” she said, hoping he bought it. Severus pushed her hair behind her ear, and cupped her cheek in his hand. “You'll have nothing to worry about. You're brilliant, you know that,” he told her. Again she felt the fluttering in her stomach at his words, and from the way his eyes burned into hers. She wondered if he'd always had the ability to be that charming, or if it was their budding romance that had brought it out of him. “Thank you, Severus,” she responded softly. He pressed his lips against her forehead, then the pair of them continued their leisurely pace down the corridor. It wasn't quite time for dinner yet, but neither one wanted to part from the other yet. Severus asked if she wanted to continue working on her project for her apprenticeship, but Hermione told him no. She'd been working on it nearly every night for weeks at that point, and really just fancied a day off from her work. She suggested continuing their practice with non-verbal spells in one of the empty classrooms, which Severus agreed to. He'd improved very much since he'd first asked her to help him two months ago, yet he still hadn't perfected it, as she knew he one day would. When the two entered the dark room, Hermione waved her wand lighting the candles on the walls. She set down her school bag and transfigured several of the desks into large fluffy pillows. With another swish of her wand, she'd sent the rest of the desks against the walls, making room for when the pair would eventually try to silently duel. Severus’ eyes still widened each time Hermione performed her magic without making a sound, and each time she noticed his reaction, she'd feel the heat creep up her face. “Where would you like to begin today,” she asked, almost sounding like a professor. He raised an eyebrow at her, as a mischievous grin painted across his lips. “What would you say to a little friendly duel?” Hermione smirked at him while shaking her head. He had yet to beat her in all the times they had done so. “So I see you feel like getting your arse kicked this afternoon?” she taunted playfully. When she turned around to take her cloak off, she shrieked, as she felt as if she were hooked around the ankle and whipped up into the air, where she dangled upside down. “Severus Snape!” she shouted. Severus doubled over with laughter. “You are so done for,” she snarled through her teeth, which only caused him to laugh harder. With a flick of his wand, he gently lowered her back down onto the ground, still unable to stop laughing at her. Her long black hair, which she always had charmed to be straight and tamed, was now wild around her face, and her robes had become disheveled. She knew she must have looked a sight, and she couldn't stop the giggle that came from her. “Don't think because I'm laughing it means I'm not angry, Severus,” she tried to say with conviction, yet even sounded half-hearted in her own ears. Severus rolled his eyes. “Sure you are, Hermione.” She took advantage of his moment of distraction and silently sent a Leg Locking Curse his way. Now it was her turn to laugh when his eyes widened, and his legs went straight and stuck together. She completely lost it when he teetered for a second and then fell straight back onto one of the pillows she had transfigured. A low growl came from him as he landed. “Serves you right,” she said, then stuck her tongue out. He wiggled back and forth, looking somewhat like a turtle on his back, before glaring up at her. “Little help?” he snapped, looking a bit more like the man she knew in her youth, than the person she cared for now. She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter, when he glared up at her again. “Hermione!” Taking pity on him, she walked over and stuck her arm out to perform the counter curse. The moment she did, she yelped when he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down on top of him. Her heart pounded as her body was pressed against his so intimately for the first time. His eyes went from light and playful to dark and smoldering. She swallowed audibly and bit her lip when she suddenly felt her entire body heat up. “You think you're funny, don't you?” he asked in a low baritone. Hermione shivered. “Only a little,” she replied, sounding out of breath. He let out a deep chuckle before wrapping both arms around her waist and crashing his lips onto hers. They've kissed a number of times before then, but now it had been different. Gone were the sweet and innocent kisses, now they were tangled together in a fit of passion that she could tell both of them had been holding back on. She felt his tongue lightly graze her lips, and she opened up to join both of theirs together. His hands pulled at her hair, while she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She squeaked in surprise when he shifted from beneath her, flipping her onto her back and hovered above of her. They hadn't broken their kiss at any time. While she raked her fingers down his back, she marveled at the feel of it. She'd expected bony, not ever imagining the lean muscles her hands ran across. She drank him in thirstily, as if he was the first bottle of water she had seen after months of roaming the desert. His scent surrounded her, and filled her up. The scent that was uniquely Severus, even in adulthood -- sandalwood and something almost earthy. Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, as she felt his fingers travel beneath her jumper and lightly trace the bare skin at her sides. She wanted him to keep going, yet she knew they needed to stop, but if he didn't keep going she would surely combust. When his mouth left hers and began trailing down her neck, gently grazing his teeth into her flesh, she came to her senses. This wasn't right. They were moving far too quickly. Although she'd more than wanted it to continue, they had to stop. “Severus,” she panted. He hummed softly, yet continued to kiss her neck. “Severus,” she repeated, a little more forcefully this time, and gently pushed his shoulders. When he looked down at her, his brow furrowed and a small pout tugged at his lips. “I'm -- I'm sorry Hermione,” he said, also very winded. “We’re moving too fast, aren't we?” She smiled up at him, hoping to reassure him that she wasn't angry, since she could sense from his expression and tone of voice that he was worrying. Hermione placed her hand on his cheek and gave him a small peck on the mouth. “It's not that I -- I don't,” her breath hitched. “want to. It's just that… well. Not yet.” “You're not upset with me?” he asked. Hermione’s eyes widened. “Of course not! I was hoping you weren't upset with me,” she admitted. He shook his head. “Never.” She was glad that he wasn't angry with her, as he rolled to his side, then pulled her closer, so her head was resting on his chest. His heart was beating a fast as hers, she noticed as she laid there. “I would never make you do anything you weren't comfortable doing. You know that, right?” he asked, kissing the crown of her head. Hermione’s heart swelled. He sounded so sincere in that moment. Severus never ceased to amaze her with how different he had been in his youth. If only she could keep him that way forever. Her eyes prickled with unshed tears at the thought of the broken and bitter man he would one day become. Knowing him beforehand made it even that much more heartbreaking. And knowing that she couldn't do anything to prevent the way his life would be headed was nearly too much for her to take. “I do, Severus,” she choked out, her throat tight with emotion. The two laid in that spot for nearly an hour, just talking. They spoke of their childhoods, which again touched Hermione, since he shared much more about his awful upbringing than he had previously. He spoke more in depth about how abusive his father was, to both he and his mother. She felt a strong hatred for that man, one to rival the hatred she had for Vernon and Petunia Dursely -- although she'd never admitted to Harry how much she despised his neglectful aunt and uncle. He spoke of his hopes for the future, which saddened her when he tried to include her in some of those plans. Such as the traditional tour of the world that some students went on after leaving Hogwarts. The hope and wistful tone in his voice was nearly her undoing, as she fought the urge to cry. She knew she'd never be able to embark on those travels with him, but for a small moment in time, she let herself pretend as the talked about where they wanted to go and all the sights they'd wanted to see. Perhaps if she succeeded in her mission they would be able to do it together one day. No, she thought to herself, when she succeeded, they would go one day. 

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