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kmt123whatsthetea · 2 months

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Karma’s a b*tch

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Fred and George get revenge on a girl who used to bully them in school by turning her into a submissive slut.

A/N: I told an AI on Chai that I wrote fanfics and it requested this (AI’s are kinky bastards). I came back to it because @jelloangela asked about an enemies to lovers fic. I know this isn't exactly enemies to lovers, but hey, it's still dirty as hell.

T/W: Rough sex, mean twins, No aftercare, Reader is a real a-hole and a Slytherin, Weasley twin bashing (I was only mean to suit our character), Bondage, Manhandling, Tie gag? (it will make sense when you read it), Maybe a little bit of dub-con, Hair pulling, Degradation, Spit roast (Vaginal and oral simultaneously), Cum swallowing, Orgasm denial

Every school has bullies. It's natural. Hogwarts just had a whole house full. Slytherin was the type of house that practically gave all those wearing the crest a free pass to be as cruel as possible.

Tripped up a student? 20 points to Slytherin

Hexed a first year? 50 points to Slytherin

There were the younger Slyterins who went along with it because they wanted to fit in with their new ‘family’, and then there were those who actually seemed to enjoy it. That's how the Weasley twins of Gryffindor first noticed you. Ever since the first year, you weren’t meek. You took pride in those you terrorised. You went out of your way to learn new spells just for the sole purpose of misery. When you first met the Weasley clan, they were an easy target.

You had heard people talking about them. About how the new Weasley boys both had handed down clothes and books. It wasn't a secret that most Slytherins had parents who were well off, and you were one of them. You took to the Weasley Twins like a bee to a flower picking child. You mocked every little thing they did, from the pranks they pulled to how they acted.

This went on for the whole 7 years of school.

After Hogwarts, you found that school wasn’t like life. You couldn't bully your way to the top like you could before. So when in Diagon Alley one day, you chose to go into the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes just to regain some of that power you once had.

The shop was the Weasley twins to a T. It was like walking straight into their mind. Everything was bright and colourful. Things popped and whizzed and sparked about the shop. Finding said twins was easier than you thought. Two ginger tufts of hair could be seen from a mile away. You made your way over there with a smirk on your face, but that smirk dropped when you saw the twins.

They looked so…grown up

Those two pranksters with untucked shirts and crooked ties were now standing on the staircase to their own business in suits that were both smart and ridiculous. For a minute, you stood there like a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing as you took them in. a familiar voice slapped you out of your blubbering.

“Lookie here Georgie, I think a rat wandered too far from Knockturn Alley”

“So it seems. Maybe a hex will send her packing”

The men snickered to each other, and for a split second you felt a foreign feeling. Embarrassment. As soon as that feeling vanished, you painted your smirk back on and spit venom at them.

“Nice shop, Weasleys. Did your parents give you the money to open it or did you mooch off of the golden boy?”

There was a rumour floating around that Harry had given the twins the money for something. You just hoped it was right to give your words some merit. And it had. George looked away and Freds eyebrows furrowed. You felt that familiar pride and continued.

“Still selling the same old rubbish since Hogwarts? I guess not everyone has an aspiration to do something with their lives instead of working in retail”

Fred took a step down, a step towards you.

“We’re just doing what we’re good at. Maybe you should come back later and we’ll show you our new little project”

Fred looked up at George with a knowing smirk, one that George soon mirrored. You missed their shared look in favour of turning your nose up at the endless shelves of boxes, gadgets, and gizmos.

“Maybe I will”

And just like that, the twins' plan was set in stone.

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You came back to the shop a few hours later. The inside of the shop was dark and empty. The only light came from the top of the stairs that the twins had stood on earlier. You gave the door a knock and started tapping your foot when the twins didn’t immediately rush to open it.

When one of the men came to let you in, you gave a huff.

“Make me wait, why don't you? What’s the project?

The twin that let you in just smirked and led you to the stairs. He gave a gesturing nod, urging you to climb. When you got to the top and opened the door, you found the other twin. The door was locked behind you and your hands were forced behind your back. Before you could struggle, you felt something soft around your wrists. You looked back as best you could and saw the black leather handcuffs connecting your wrists to one another.

The twin behind you placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down to kneel, keeping you there and increasing the pressure when you tried to stand up or squirm. The twin in front of you removed his tie and wrapped it around your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You know, you’ve aged pretty well. Perfect tits, perfect ass, and then a bratty mouth. I bet you’re still the same spoiled little bitch you were in school. You had so much fun teasing people, but no one ever gave you a taste of your own medicine, did they brat?”

You tried to argue back, but it came out as a muffled mess or words. The twin holding your shoulders chuckled.

“I bet she’s cursing your name, Freddie”

“Or she’s begging to be put in her place”

Those very words send a chill up your spine and your clit seemed to twitch at the thought of being under their control. You were meant to hate these men, you had bullied them for years. Should their words alone excite you as much as they did?

George grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, making sure that you kept your eyes on Fred. Fred knelt down before you to push your dress up to your stomach. He let out a dark chuckle.

“White lace? Is this for us, slut or are you trying to act innocent? There's no way a little whore like you is a virgin, I bet you were Slytherin’s house slut. Tell us, did you get on your knees for every boy or just those who had money”

It didn't matter how much you squirmed or tried to argue, you were stuck. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

George puts his hands under your arms and hoists you to your feet. He pushed you towards one of the doors, which led into a bedroom. One of the men forced you onto your knees on the bed with your face down. When a pair of hands pushed your dress up, the twins were met with just how wet you were.

The sound of fabric rustling and belts clinking met your ears, and your suspicions of their actions was confirmed when one of the ginger duo sat against the headboard in front of you with spread legs. You had to stop your eyes from widening. As that famous quote always stated:

You’re enemies are always more well endowed than your boyfriends

Or something like that, anyway.

The twin before you moved his hand to your hair and pulled you closer until your breath ghosted across his eager tip. He pinched your nose, waiting until you took a much needed breath, before forcing his cock in your mouth. He didn't let you get used to the weight on your tongue before roughly moving your head up and down.

A second pair of hands pulled your underwear to your knees and pushed something thick against your entrance. The moan that left your throat was muffled by the cock in your mouth. Your hands gripped the tie that kept them behind your back as your pussy was forced to accommodate the cock that was pushing inside. The cock in your pussy was soon pulled out, but you didn't stay empty for very long.

If someone had told a 17 year old you that the Weasley twins would force you to submit to them and use you as a fuck toy in the near future, you might have punched said person for even suggesting it. But if they had included how good it felt, you might have warmed up to the twins long ago.

The hands moving your head became more forceful until they held you down, keeping the twitching appendage snug in your throat. Your throat was soon filled with hot cum, it was so deep in your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

The hands pulled your hair up, the cock slipping from your mouth. As soon as your lidded eyes looked to the face in front of you, that damned smirk was still there.

“What a dirty little slut. She swallows. You are gonna keep your eyes on me while Fred cums inside of that slutty cunt, and if you look away for even a second, he’ll keep cumming inside of you until you learn your lesson”

The whine that left your throat was sinful. The pace was so rough that each thrust had your body jolting, but George's tight grip on your hair kept you still. You did as told, surprisingly. You kept your eyes trained. A small part of your mind realised that they would use you again if you looked away, but that thought was quickly shut down. You hated these guys, and you were too stubborn to let this become a regular thing.

The grunts behind you became more vocal as your pussy was flooded by sticky cum. Fred pulled out before you even had a chance to reach your own release. You shot George a dirty look, which to him, looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

“If you want to cum, brat, we can always go again”

Would it really be so bad if this became a regular thing?

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honeymoonblues · 7 months

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Little White Lies

George Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: George asks you to help him study for potions, but you suspect that he doesn't really need it. (Gender neutral reader).

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Some fluff with my favourite Weasley twin. I wrote the reader hinting that they are not in gryffindor, but it's not specified anywhere. Let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

It took you 15 minutes into the first study session to realize that George Weasley didn’t need help with potions in the slightest.

However, you said nothing.

‘Why is he doing this?’ and other million doubts roamed your mind. There was no way he actually needed tutoring, why on earth would he waste his free time asking stupid questions?

No, they weren’t stupid, not at all. That’s what gave him away. Someone who didn’t get the subject would ask simpler questions, or wouldn’t have enough information to even ask! He’d sit there and claim not to understand, then utter the most brilliant question ever. The kind that gets resolved with one simple answer, or that can only be formulated when one actually comprehends.

Even after this sharp demonstration of knowledge, George would look directly into your eyes and lie!

“I don’t think I got it, think you could explain that again?” All with a bashful expression and a sheepish grin.

If anyone asked, you would completely deny it, but he got you giggling almost the whole time you were together. He’d put on an exaggerated grimace every time you would go over any formula, and made a fantastic imitation of Snape that got both of you scolded by Madame Pince for laughing too loud, and disturbing the peace of the library.

There were also your blushing cheeks, which you hoped he didn’t notice, whenever he’d get too close to you. You were so transparently awkward, but you couldn’t help it! Not with those eyes looking attentively, with him seemingly hanging to your every word, and it didn’t help the fact that he spoke so softly, so smoothly.

“Why! Why is he doing this? It doesn’t make any sense! Do you think he’s planning to prank me or something?” Your friends were getting tired of hearing you complain, because nothing they said would get through that stubborn mind of yours.

“What if he just likes you?” They’d offer, and you would scoff.

“I surely hope not!” Lies, big, tremendous lies. “Maybe I am overthinking this, maybe he does need help with potions, right?”

Then, your friends would just roll their eyes and let you be. It had been almost a week since your study session and you just wouldn’t shut up. Mostly because it was almost time for your second library meeting.

When you caught yourself in the mirror, completely engrossed in styling your hair perfectly, you almost gasped. Could it be possible that, just maybe, you had a tiny, minuscule crush on George Weasley?

While still making sure your hair and outfit looked good, you groaned, suddenly remembering that this was not the first time you fancied him.

Back in first year, getting used to Hogwarts was a terrible challenge for every new kid, but especially for muggleborns like you. The moving stairs were particularly tough. Thankfully, you crossed paths with another kid who was happy to help you. While his twin laughed cheerfully, George was quick to come for your aid and stop you from missing our hallway by the constant moving staircase. You had transfiguration together the whole year, and that’s how long it took you to learn to differentiate the twins physically.

If they were talking with you, you could definitely tell them apart, because Fred didn’t beam at you like George did. Still, you had many classes together until you discovered the little mole on his neck, and the slightly crooked nose on his brother that distinguished them.

That’s when your little crush began to flourish. Suddenly the twins were incredibly different from each other, and no other boy compared to George, not even his own identical brother. But you were eleven at the time, by the beginning of second year you didn’t see each other as much anymore. Inevitably, your tiny infatuation became nothing more than that and stayed in the past. Or so you thought.

You looked at your blushing face one more time in the mirror before you left your room, and directed yourself to the library. Walking purposely slow, little hopeful thoughts formed in your head. And you giggled at the thought that maybe he did fancy you. But you stopped in your tracks, then shook your head, telling yourself that you were getting way too unrealistic for your own good.

There still was a certain awkwardness in the way you spoke and explained things to him, but you were a little more comfortable than the last time. He grinned whenever you chuckled, and you’d joke more freely, which seemed to distract him a little.

While preparing to leave the library, having studied much less than the first session, he observed you quietly for a moment. When you raised your eyebrows at him, George finally spoke.

“Do you remember first year? We used to be together all the time.” He grinned, his cheeks taking a little pink colour which you didn’t notice because of the rising heat of your own face.

Before you could answer him, he spoke again.

“You were incredibly bright even back then, and I was…” Chuckling a little, you interrupted him.

“And you were top of the class on charms, remember? Before you enchanted all of Flitwick’s books to fly out of the window.” While trying to muffle your giggles behind your hands, George complained.

“In my defence, that was Fred’s idea!” But he couldn’t contain his laughter either, and he had the biggest grin on his face. “I had the biggest crush on you too.”

Everything went quiet after his words, and you looked at him with your eyes wide open. After an awkward minute of silence, you mumbled.

“Shit, me too.” And you both broke into a fit of giggles again, earning a loud “Shh!” from Madame Pince. Continuing your conversation in hushed tones, he muttered:

“Wait, no way. And you never said anything!”

“It’s not like you said something either, Weasley!”

“I was just a stupid little kid, what did you expect?”

“George, we are the same age!”

“Yeah, yeah. But you are the clever one here, darling.”

Without even stopping to think about what you were going to say, you opened your mouth and pointed at him accusatorily.

“You don’t even need tutoring in potions! You could teach me, in fact!”

Your hand flew to cover your mouth as soon as you were done talking, your cheeks starting to burn, and your gaze averting George’s eyes trying not to expose yourself any more than you had already.

After a prolonged uncomfortable silence, you spoke.

“Or that’s what it seemed… I never actually got to see you in a potions class, but you learn really fast, and also you make the brightest questions. Not to say that it’s bad to ask for help with studying, that’s not what I mean, of course! But since you are so good with inventing products and also, you have to know a lot of potions for the pranks you pull, too… It’s just…” Without any breath left from your quick rambling, you looked up to him for the first time in a while, to see him with a genuine bashful expression.

Slowly, a charming little smile appeared on his face, and he looked deep into your eyes. He caught you. It was clear in your gaze, in your voice, in the way you twitched your hands nervously. It was now or never, he thought.

“I heard you were helping a girl with potions, and I thought what better excuse to spend some time with my sweet crush, don’t you think?”

It took you a moment to process what he had said, then you let out a little humming sound, like in a trance. Shifting your eyes from the table, to the mole on his neck.

“I also wanted to check if you were as good with potions as everybody said, or if you were just bluffing.”

Finally reacting, you feigned offense and hit his arm.

“Get out of here, George Weasley.”

And he beamed, just like he did back in first year.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #gender neutral reader #oneshot #x reader #my writing

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 3.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids.

A bit more Georgie smut for you (sorry Fred)🌹

George walked back into the room after quite a while and smiled seeing you and Fred cuddled up in bed. Fred's arm never left your waist as he read some of his quidditch annual to you, pointing out various players and teams he was fond of. You didn't have much interest in quidditch, other than supporting your secret boyfriends on the field, but Fred's voice had always been soothing to you and you relished in an uncommon peaceful moment with him.

"Where have you been?" You asked, catching sight of George standing by the door. He smiled and walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed as his hand rested on your leg, stroking gently.

"Just had a few things to sort angel, don't worry," he says vaguely. "Mum said teas nearly ready."

"Godric I'm starving," Fred says, suddenly overwhelmed with hunger at the mention of food, a good sign that his appetite was improving.

Tea was had, a lovely roast chicken dinner with homemade pumpkin spiced tarts for dessert. Fred managed to scare everyone he came into contact with on the way down to the kitchen on account of his still pale and sallow complexion, a fact he was most pleased about. When tea was finished, you offered to help with the pots but Molly insisted she didn't need help and so George whisked you away quickly. Fred gave a little salute with his hands as he disappeared into their bedroom on the second floor but George lead you further up the staircase, much to your surprise, only stopping once you reached the fourth floor.

You creeped up the staircase that lead past Molly and Arthur's room towards the little walkway up to Ron's attic bedroom but instead of ascending the stairs, George lead you out into a little cubby hole you'd never noticed before. He pulled open the hatch and urged you to climb through, realising within moments that you have walked out into the little balcony over the bathroom.

You couldn't believe your eyes at you looked at the sight around you. Everything added up in your head as realised what exactly George had been doing whilst he'd been gone as you looked around at the beautiful sight before you.

The balcony had been adorned with magically imposed twinkling lights that looked like fireflies wrapped around the wooden beams and lit tea candles off the side . There were an obscene number of blankets and throw cushions arranged on the wooden floor, all different textures and patterns which blended together beautifully to create the most comfy looking spot you could imagine. There were two goblets placed to the side filled with dark liquid and an old telescope next to a star map placed beside them.

You turned round to George as soon as you sensed him behind you, gazing at him with a look of sheer amazement at what he had done. All he had to do was give you his trademark shy but wicked smile and you were gone, reaching up to kiss him with sheer adoration. He chuckled against your lips, wrapping one arm around your waist whilst the other held onto the wooden rail as he kissed you back passionately.

"You did all this for me?" You asked, looking up into his beautiful eyes. He nodded and smiled, though he was a little bashful.

"George it's wonderful, thank you," you gushed, reaching up on your tip toes to place another kiss to his lips, already feeling as if you couldn't get enough of him.

"And the pièce de résistance," he says with a smirk, crouching down to pull back one of the blankets on the edge, showing a plate of pumpkin spice tarts he had clearly smuggled from the kitchen when Molly wasn't looking. You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows and took a seat on the floor amongst the pile of fabric, crouching and then extending his long legs to drape across the balcony. He held out his hand for you and you placed your hand in his, moving to sit beside him. He immediately leant back on the cushions and pulled you down with him, your head resting on his chest as you both looked out at the night sky.

You let out a gasp at seeing the vibrancy of the stars in the sky, the lack of light pollution in the open countryside did wonders for the stars to sparkle in their full glory. You'd never seen so many stars at once like this, it was utterly breathtaking.

George entwined his hand with yours and stroked your hand with his thumb, fingers playing with your own as you felt him relax behind you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You don't know how long you both sat there, flicking between gazing peacefully at the night sky, chatting quietly between yourselves, eating the delicious stolen pumpkin tarts, taking turns looking through the telescope at the different constellations you could see, trying to match them to the diagrams on the star map.

After a while, you started to get chilly even with the array of blankets on you, your shoulders exposed in your short T-shirt, having not expected to be sat outside for too long. You didn't want the night to end and so you tried to hold off your shivering and blanket heaping as long as you could, trying to be subtle as to not concern George but it was pointless, he noticed everything.

"Are you cold angel?" He asked quietly, a gentle murmur beside your ear. You simply nodded, trying to slink down further into the blankets until he moved you forward off his body just enough to remove the thick sweater he'd been wearing. It was navy with a large, gold, emblazoned 'G' on the front and his long sleeved T-shirt below was an off burgundy colour which suited him so much. He immediately began to stretch the jumper around you, telling you to raise your arms as he slipped the sweater over your head.

"Twice in one day you steal my clothes," he smirks as he looks at you wearing his sweater, liking it a little too much. The initial on the front only heightened these feelings, knowing that even just temporarily, you were his and his alone, at least in this moment.

"If it means you stripping down, I'd take your clothes all the time," you flirted. He immediately leaned down, twisting a little awkwardly as he gave you a bruising kiss. You turned in his lap, only breaking the kiss momentarily as you moved to lie in your stomach, over George's body as you deepened the kiss, feeling as if you couldn't get enough of him.

His hands began to wander, as did yours, feeling the soft but toned plains of his body, the soft material of his T-shirt and the roughness of his corduroy trousers. Your hand reached down his body towards the edge of his trousers as you felt the obvious sign of arousal you were hoping for. He moaned a little into the kiss as he felt you cup his rigid length through his trousers, running your fingers over it deliciously to tease him.

"Angel," he warned against your lips and you had to hide your smirk as you began to undo the buttons to his trousers, needing to feel him immediately. You tore off his trousers, kicking them to the side and immediately climbed into his lap. You were eternally grateful to yourself that you'd chosen to wear a skirt at tea, feeling too restricted in your jeans and you were immediately rewarded for your decision as your clothed sex came into contact with his.

You gasped into his mouth as your hot and wet core slid deliciously over his, the material of yours and George's underwear only adding to the teasing aspect, feeling so close and get so far apart. You didn't doubt that George would be able to feel your arousal through your panties, you'd been wet for him for hours. You rode him lazily, rubbing your clothes cores together to create the most pleasurable friction you could. George was gasping and grunting with each undulation of your hips, his grip on your buttocks getting tighter and tighter as his kisses became feverish and frantic.

His hands left your butt for a split second as he reached under your skirt and ripped the side of your panties open, the lace side parts slicing in two from his brutish move. The one remaining, intact side of your panties did nothing to shield you anymore, falling limply down to your knees where they bent over George's legs, the chilly air hitting your hot pussy deliciously as you were immediately exposed. George managed to lift his hips just enough to pull his boxers down and you couldn't help but let out a moan at the feeling of his dick springing up out of his underwear and tapping your thigh, the rigidity and weight of it making you gush.

George's hands returned to your now naked bum underneath your skirt as he fondles, pinches and lightly spanks your naked skin, making gasps fall from your lips without thought. He suddenly places his hands on each cheek and spreads them apart, completely exposing you to the cold air around you, your clit throbbing at the sensation.

You couldn't wait any longer and dropped your hips down to meet his, the instant gratification overwhelming you as you began to ride your wet pussy across his hardness, your clit dragging deliciously over the ridges of his thick cock.

George's head slams back as he fights to hold back a deep and loud groan as the sensation.

It wouldn't take much to get you off, already so worked up from having him so close to you all night, his romantic gestures and sweetness making you want to show him your appreciation. You wanted to cum around his cock, suddenly feeling a little too empty at the very thought of his beautifully filling cock and so you reached down with your right hand, placed your left on his shoulder and grabbed hold of his cock and lined him up with your aching pussy.

You rocked your hips as he eased inside of you, moans and curses falling from each of your lips as the sensation.

His cock truly was perfect, perfect length and thickness for you with the most delicious, subtle upward curve that seemed to always hit the right spot within you. Both of your men were similar lengths, with Fred maybe having half an inch on his twin but George was just a fraction thicker than Fred and right now it was really working for you.

George's hands were everywhere, as if he didn't know where to touch you next, his mouth wide open and his eyes flicking everywhere they could see. His left hand suddenly crept up underneath the sweater you had borrowed, under the T-shirt and grabbed your naked breast, his long and deft fingers toying with your pebbled nipple. His right hand stayed firmly lodged on your right bum cheek, pressing gently as he guided your rhythm.

"Fuck angel, just like that," he moaned as you slightly increased your rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock as your clit rubbed perfectly against his happy trail.

You were in heaven, you were sure of it. The beautiful stars, a sweet date planned by your boyfriend, said boyfriend's cock stretching you out and hitting every single erotic spot inside of you with each thrust, it could hardly be real.

"Georgie, George, I'm," you began to chant, trying your hardest to stay quiet, the conscious part at the back of your mind warning you to keep it down when your body wanted to scream. George nodded, as if he was agreeing with his internal monologue and immediately slipped the hand that was caressing your breast down to your clit. It only took two circles of your clit by his expert hands before you were cresting on your climax. You could feel your pussy tighten around his cock, twitching with desperation to fall over the edge and George rewarded you with instant groans and moans that he could no longer keep in.

You grabbed hold of his shoulders hard as you rode him, your orgasm suddenly overwhelming you enough to stop the thrusting as you let the tingling, hot sensation wash over your body. George has seemingly already anticipated this adn had began thrusting up into you as he neared his edge, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier as the desperate need to cum overwhelmed him. You had to lean forward and bite down on the juncture between his neck and shoulders to silence the scream that threatened to spill out and wreck the peaceful atmosphere surrounding the burrow.

George began muttering absolute nonsense, though you made out a few curses, groans and 'Angels' as his own climax overtook him, never stopping his hard thrusting as he dragged your hips up and down on his cock, using you for his own pleasure as he spilled himself deep inside you.

Once the orgasmic fog had cleared from your minds, you turned to each other with sappy, loving smiles on your faces, chuckling a little at the desperation you'd just encountered and shared a lovingly sensual kiss. His tongue licked along yours, never claiming dominance as Fred would but just caressing. You sucked on the lip of his tongue and immediately felt his softening cock twitch inside you, earning a loud groan from George.

You pecked his nose, watching a bashful smile wash over his gorgeous face and you began to climb off of him, feeling his cum begin to drip out of you in a slow trickle.

"I don't know how you do it angel," George says in wonder. You look back to him and see his lazing back on the pillows, arms behind his head and eyes closed with a wide, content smile on his face. He was still wearing his T-shirt but his spent cock was proudly still on display with no shame.

"Me? That was all your Georgie," you chuckled, leaning your head back against his chest and you repositioned yourself to how you were sat before, looking out at the stars. He removed one of his hands from behind his head and entwined your hands again, bringing your joined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

It was peaceful again.

George eventually got recovered, slipping his boxers and sweats up over his hips as you continued to stargaze, his hand never really leaving yours. The lights had slowly began to turn off in the burrow as each member turned in for the night so you were left with just your twinkling lights and the last weak dregs of candlelight that remained.

"So if you don't do music, what would you want to do when you leave hogwarts?" He asks, breaking the comfortable silence as he mentions your conversation earlier in the car in the car. You considered the question for a moment, not really knowing what to say. You knew George and Fred's dream of opening their own shop, growing their business that they operated via owl post and at school, but you didn't really know where you fit into that dream, assuming you did. You still had a choice to make between them both, which you'd been omitting from your mind constantly, hating the overhanging unease you felt at the entire concept.

"I can't say I've thought about it much," you replied honestly, "I like potions, I mean I'm fairly good at it, I suppose something to do with that but it's kind of a limited career. I just don't have the burning urge to go out and break curses or be an auror or anything like that, nor do I want to be a trophy wife stuck at home with a bunch of children."

"Good thing you weren't placed into Slytherin then," George jokes, knowing that half of the Slytherin female population were raised to be married off to another pureblood family to essentially breed and maintain status. You snorted in acknowledgement, considering the ridiculous idea for a moment before falling silent again, suddenly feeling the weight of a building existential crisis as your thoughts spiralled.

"Do you want kids?" He asks after a moment.

"Yeah definitely, maybe just one or two though not a whole pack of Weasleys," you joked, before realising the implication of what you just said. "I mean, not like your kids or Fred's or anything I just meant because you have like a hundred siblings."

Your face must have turned beet red as words tumbled out of your mouth to recover from your misstep but the damage had already been done.

Surprisingly, George didn't laugh like you thought he would or made a sarcastic quip like his brother, he remained ominously quiet. Worried that you'd ruined the moment, or worse your relationship, you turned to face George and instead of seeing discomfort or anger, he had a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I don't know, I can think of worse things than seeing you knocked up with my kid," he says, looking down at you. You smile and nudge him with your arm, a little bashful from his words.

"Do you, want kids I mean?" You ask, trying to deflect, earning a definitive nod from him.

"Yeah, one or two, knowing my luck I'd get twins," he chuckled, staring up at the skies.

"Your mum would love that, finally a-bit of payback for the mischief you and Fred have caused," you joked, glad that there was no lingering awkwardness between you. He laughed and pulled you tighter into his body, agreeing with you.

"What about your plans? Still dreaming of the shop?" You asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to let him have his moment to talk about his passion.

"Yeah definitely, you know Harry gave us his tri-wizard winnings to set us up, so we've just got to get through this last year of school and start scouting for storefronts," George smiles. You smile along with him, nodding your head as you him adoringly.

"You know, I'm so proud of both of you, it's amazing to see how far you've come already," you say, stroking your thumb along his hand, "defying convention and other's opinions, being unashamedly yourselves and knowing what you want, it's kind of inspiring actually."

George blushes under your praise and gives you a warm smile at your words though you can see he doesn't fully believe it.

"I'm serious!" You smile, dripping his hand as you turn to sit and face him, "you're 17 and you have it all figured out, I'm literally not even close to figuring out what I want to do! You've already created so many wonderful things, started a business and have your next move all planned out, honestly I'm so amazed by you both."

"You know, we'll always need a helping hand at the shop, you could always take some time out after you finish school and come work with us," George says.

"You planning on keeping me that long?" You joke, though your fears had slipped through. You were uncomfortable at the thought of your future with the boys because at this point you couldn't see how you could chose just one of them. They'd be leaving and you'd have one more year of school left to finish, would either of them even still want you then?

"I'm planning on keeping you forever, if you chose me," George replies quietly, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "But that's not important, right now, in this moment, I have you and you have me."

"George Fabian Weasley, how romantic of you," you said, trying to lighten the rather intense conversation. He immediately burst into a wide smile and pulled you in for one last cuddle, kissing the top of your head.

"Want to head back in?" He asks.

"Five more minutes," you mumble, cuddling into him further. He chuckles but says nothing, happy to be holding you for just a little while longer.

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Love to Keep Me Warm

Title: Love to Keep Me Warm

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Harry has learned to keep secrets from his best friend, but it helps when his best friend is a dense as a pile of rocks.

Authors Note: Day 3!...Week...3? Anyway, this fic was kinda heavily inspired by Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword on ao3. I literally devoured it in like a week, it was so good. I hate JK with a passion, but her characters are so yummy. Shorter this time, but I hope you guys like it all the same!

Love him to death, but there was only so much Ronald Weasley Harry could put up with. His best friend, to be fair, was a teenage boy with about 8 times the usual amount of sibling jealousy coursing through his veins which made him act irrationally more times than not. And, no doubt being best friends with the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Savior of the World, the Boy With the Scar - you get the picture - made those jealous spikes just a tad worse, especially now that his Mum saw Harry as one of her own children. So, Harry being the good friend he was, something he said to himself to justify his action, tried his best to be on his good side, sometimes bending to his will more than a standard friend would. Hermione, for instance, never made him feel like he couldn’t spend his money on an expensive new pair of Quidditch gloves, or a Wireless to keep up with the news. A glare, maybe, if the purchase was a little reckless, but that was her just looking out for him. Ron on the other hand…

Harry knew it was selfish, to want to spend the money he had on anything he wanted, but having grown up with nothing to his name, objects found themselves being a nice, new addition to his wizarding life. He got into the habit of buying two of everything, just to make sure Ron felt included. Ron’s bashful smile was more often than not a nice reprieve from his unknowing jealous glare.

All this being said, there has been a lot Harry had learned to keep private. Yes, the big things are harder, he still remembers the outraged look on his face when Harry told him about making Seeker, but the smaller things, those have gotten easier to cover up. Spending more time with Hermione? Easy deflection towards Ron’s recent tutoring sessions. Got a high mark on an essay? Ron trusts his word enough that paper proof is not even needed. Getting along better with the twins? He volunteered to be their new test subject so Ron didn’t have to.

Harry does feel a little bad. Should it be this easy to lie to your friends?

If that wasn’t enough, Harry was starting to feel strangely proud about being able to navigate his way through Ron’s troubled attitude. After all, a year ago he couldn’t imagine being so cunning without the fear and shame of deceit.

Peering across the Great Hall, he locked eyes with a certain green-tied classmate, blushing to the tips of his ears when he was met with a wink.

“Maybe if you followed the essay plan I made you, you wouldn’t be so far behind,” Hermione snarked, flicking her pen accusatorily at Ron across the table. Ron grumbled, waving the feathers away from his face.

“I can’t help it, ‘Mione! You have to admit that even you struggle to stay awake in History of Magic. It’s bloody awful,”

“Some of us actually like to learn, and any subject is interesting if you find something you like.” Harry could barely hear her, too preoccupied with the gentle smile he got in response to his goofy one.

“That’s not fair! You like to learn and you think everything is bloody interesting.” Ron huffed again, pushing away the heavily edited draft Hermione was passing over. “Let me get one minute of peace, at least while we eat. It’s nearly Christmas anyway, no one even cares about papers right now.” Harry subtly caught the flying kiss that was sent in his direction, mouthing ‘Seeker’ with a devilish The responding giggle made his heart flutter.

“Yes, they do! There’s a reason we get work over the holiday, mind you, because they want us to learn as much as possible before exams.”

“You’re being ridiculous! Binns is just as excited for the break as we are, he’s not going to expect O level work.”

“He’s a ghost, Ronald! And he doesn’t even celebrate Christmas.”

“Harry!” This made Harry finally peel his eyes away, jumping out of his skin now that he realized that both of his friends were eyeing him. “...what are you doing?”

“What?”

“Were you looking at…the Slytherin table?” Ron’s face only looked so disgusted for two reasons - when he thinks about his time belching slugs, and when he thinks about Slytherins. Harry’s knee started to bounce involuntarily.

“Just trying to get a rise out of, uh, Malfoy, you know. Not important. What were you two saying?” Ron looked mildly skeptical, but there was a little twinkle in his look at the prospect of annoying Malfoy. He spared a single glance to the other table - crap! Malfoy wasn’t even looking in this direction, let alone pissed at all - before deciding it wasn’t worth the extra thought.

“Tell Hermione she’s crazy for wanting to work so close to Christmas.”

“No, tell Ronald that he is going to get a T if he continues to do work like this.” The two stared at him, both daring him to oppose them. Harry scratched the back of his neck, guilty pushing a breath between his teeth.

“Please don’t get me involved with this.” He was thankful that Ron’s betrayed look didn’t affect him as much as it used to, but Hermione’s glare still made his blood run cold. There was something, however, in his eyes that made him suspicious.

“Since you both insist on sacrificing your grades before the holidays, I’m going to the library alone. You can finish your paper on your own!” Ron’s eyes widened, scrambling to grab his things as Hermione stomped away.

“Bloody-” Harry narrowly dodged an elbow, though his lap did get a nice Yorkshire pudding companion in Ron’s haste, “I can’t believe you’re not coming with us to the Burrow. I’m going to be stuck with that all break!” Harry snickered, reaching across the table for a napkin.

“Just be thankful she always ends up helping you anyway.” Ron’s bag fell one more time before he was finally able to pull himself away from the bench, racing out the door to beg Hermione for her help. Merlin knows what will happen if he brings back another P to his Mother.

In the chaos, there were still distinctly Ron things scattered around the table and floor. A quill, for one, and his Transfiguration textbook that Harry knew Ron would need by this afternoon. Harry chuckled to himself, bending down to pick up a fallen piece of paper, pointedly ignoring the little doodle of Hermione’s name with a heart. When he righted himself, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Across from him, with equally devastating smirks, were the infamous Weasley twins. Harry gulped.

“Ah. What can I do for you gentlemen on his fine day?” Harry asked awkwardly, shufflings Ron’s stuff into a pile just to have something to do other than admit that he was just a little bit nervous. Especially when the twins have that look.

“It’s the strangest thing, you know?” Fred started, leaning towards Harry. They boy didn’t dare speak, but leaned forward too, not knowing if he wanted to hear what would be said next.

“What is, Forge?” George said, mirroring his twin. They all looked a little silly, butting heads over the great, big table, but Harry couldn’t find himself laughing at the moment.

“Well, Gred, I think my eyes are started to trick me.”

“Trick you?!” George said in mock surprise. “Whatever could you mean by that?”

“What else could it be, if not trickery? You see, I was just enjoying my breakfast-”

“What a lovely breakfast it was, too.”

“=when I looked over and saw our very own Harrykins with bright red cheeks!”

“Bright red, you say?”

“As red as a baby’s bum!”

“Oh, my!” Harry felt his face burning once again.

“So I looked over-”

“And what did you see?”

“-to see our very own hero fraternizing with the enemy!”

“Wait!” Harry whispered, yanking them in closer. The devil twins had equally large smiles on their faces. He thought of coming up with an excuse for a split moment, but, Harry realized with dread, that those smiles only meant one thing - the twins already knew the answer and were only waiting for confirmation. Whether that confirmation was verbal or not was of little issue for them. A rock formed in his stomach. Knowing the twins, if they didn’t get an answer now… “No one can know.” At this, their eyebrows raised.

“Am I hearing things correctly?” Fred mimed cleaning his ear, George staring at him with blazing eyes. Harry gulped, nodding his head, unable to meet their eyes. Dread for inevitable pranks turned into dread at rejection, a bubbling fear that the twins would do what he always feared Ron would do one day, turn their backs on him.

“Our little Harrykins is all grown up!” George whispered loudly, ruffling Harry’s already crazy hair. Harry’s head shot up, looking up to see equally smiling faces. Mischievous, as always, but there was a certain softness at the corners. Harry’s confusion quickly covered all his other bad feelings. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us.”

“...what?”

“I knew you were the savior type, but I didn’t know you’d go as far as actively searching a snake pit.” Fred’s wiggling eyebrows made Harry smile sheepishly.

“It wasn’t on purpose…an accidental meeting, if you will, last Christmas.”

“Oh, ho! We finally have the real reason Mother’s beloved adopted child is not joining us this year.” Harry blushed again. “Now, do we have to go over all the safety procedures of a healthy relationship, Can’t have our special boy be defiled by evil, now can we.”

“No, we can’t, Gred.” Their smiles turned devious again. “Now, what was it Father-dearest said to us? Oh yes, the contraceptive charm is very useful in these types of situations-”

“And you can never be too safe, so remember to take a potion afterwards-”

“Okay!” Harry yelled, standing up. He hastily gathered his and Ron’s items, hurrying to the door. “Thank you very much!”

“We haven’t even told you about the dangers of teen pregnancy.” One of them, Harry couldn’t care anymore, yelled at his back, the other cackling loudly.

“Or the dangers of STDs-”

“That’s quite enough, you two! 10 points of Gryffindor for inappropriate language.”

Harry dared to look over his shoulder at the green table across the room as he exited the grand doors, blushing, something he seemed to be doing a lot recently, when he locked eyes with the one pair he desperately wished wouldn’t have noticed the frankly humiliating interaction. The mischievous twinkle in them made Harry dread the teasing that would come, once most of the school left for the holiday and they were finally able to do more than exchange glances across a sea of unsuspecting classmates. Sappy as it was, Harry thought, he couldn’t wait.

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 27

Warning Level (1-10): 4

You struggle to keep up as Fred and George tug you through the halls of Hogwarts castle.

"Slow down!" you pant.

"We can't! We're losing daylight," the twins say together, still pulling you along.

"It's only 1:30," you huff under your breath.

Eventually, the three of you reach the Quidditch stadium field. At once, Fred and George call out, "Accio Cleansweep!" Seconds later, two broomsticks seem to come out of nowhere and into the twins' open hands.

Fred turns to George and asks, "D'you think Ginny would mind if we borrowed her broomstick?"

"Not if we said it was for y/n to use," George responds.

You shake your head. "No, don't bother. I can't fly on my own."

"Really?" George says. "But you must've taken Madam Hooch's flying class during your first year."

"I did, but I barely passed," you chuckle, embarrassed to admit it. "I don't trust myself to be so high up. I get all shaky."

"Wow! Finally, something that y/n isn't good at!" Fred exclaims.

You roll your eyes and shove his arm playfully.

"So you've got a fear of heights?" George asks disappointedly.

"No, no," you quickly clarify, shaking your head. "That's not it. If anything, I love the view more than anyone. I even enjoy a good climbing tree here and there. I just... Let's just say I can depend on my smarts more than I can my athletic skills," you laugh. Fred and George smile at this, causing you to become bashful, but you quickly shake it off. "I'm alright if I'm flying with someone who knows what they're doing."

"Well, you're in luck, y/n!" says Fred. "Because we know exactly what we're doing." Both twins mount their brooms. You watch in awe as Fred takes off, using his long legs to push himself from the ground and into the air. He hovers about ten feet away, waiting for you and George to join him.

"Come on then!" George encourages. He scoots forward on his broom and excitedly pats the open space behind him in invitation.

You take in a deep breath. "Okay."

You nervously move to sit behind George, your heart beat quickening as you wrap your arms around his waist. You can't help but acknowledge how strong his torso feels.

"Try not to enjoy this too much," George says jokingly, though you're half-certain he must've read your mind.

"I was about to tell you the same thing," you gingerly laugh. You're glad that George can't see your furious blushing, but Fred can. He grins knowingly down at you, and you hide behind George in humiliation.

George chuckles. "Ready?"

"I haven't done this in years, so please start slow," you plead, tightening your hold on him.

"Sure thing," he replies. He steadies his feet flat on the ground and you shut your eyes tight. You anticipate the jerk of the lift off, but for a moment too long you don't feel anything.

"Open your eyes, y/n," you hear one of the twins say.

You open your eyes to see Fred floating alongside you. He smiles cheerily. You look down at the green field far below and gasp, clinging to George in fear. The twins laugh.

"Careful now. Hug me any tighter and I won't be able to breath," George wheezes exaggeratedly.

"Sorry," you apologize, loosening your hold around his waist.

Fred snorts. "He's not."

You laugh and George shamelessly shrugs.

You watch anxiously as Fred soars away. He spins around to fly upside down and performs loop-de-loops for your entertainment. You start to let go of George to applaud, but quickly catch yourself and grab George's waist once more.

"That was brilliant, Fred!" you yell.

George looks over his shoulder to grin at you. "Would you like to try that?" he asks.

"No!" you instantly shout. You clear your throat. "No, thank you," you finish sheepishly.

"Alrighty then," George chortles. "We'll just cruise for a bit."

You hold on tight as George gradually takes you higher in a wide spiral. He stops once you're level with Hogwarts' astronomy tower. The view of the castle, the rippling lake, and the surrounding mountains from so high up takes your breath away.

"Wow... how beautiful," you sigh in amazement.

"Not as beautiful as you," both twins say in unison as Fred flies up to float at your side once more.

"Aw, thank you, guys," you giggle, grinning at Fred. You rest your head on George's back and give him an affectionate squeeze. You feel his muscles relax as he sighs happily.

In that moment, you are so utterly content. You close your eyes peacefully and feel the cold wind on your face. You can hear the faint sound of birds chirping in the trees down below. You inhale the smell of honey and redwood coming off of George's sweater. And with the twins so near, there's nothing else that could make you happier.

The word "love" forms in your mind, and you can almost feel it forming on your tongue, but you force yourself to remain silent. You still wonder if it's too soon to confess, even if your feelings are obvious.

Without speaking another word, Fred flies forward towards the lake. You and George follow at a slower speed. You lean to the side to see past George and watch as Fred dips down, barely missing the edge of the trees before reaching the lakeshore. George does the same, though he descends gently.

You fly over the lake, so close to the water's surface. George reaches out with one hand and strokes the small waves, splashing droplets in your direction. You squeal in surprise.

"Hey!" you laugh, and George laughs with you.

You and George follow behind Fred as he soars higher into the sky, up, around, and over Hogwarts castle. You realize that you've never felt so free. You start to holler with gladness and the twins join in. The three of you whoop, cheer, and laugh. But soon you feel your fingers freezing up in the rushing, winter air, and you sadly request that George bring you to the ground.

You and George land back in the quidditch field with Fred not far behind. After managing to get off the broom without tipping over, you move to George on wobbly legs.

In your extreme happiness, you throw yourself onto him, pulling George into a passionate kiss. He's caught by surprise at first, but soon drops his broom and returns the gesture with even more passion. He crushes your body to his, his lips moving against yours with an overwhelming ferocity. You almost believe you're going to faint until you spot Fred dismounting his broom. You finish your kiss with George forcefully, leaving him gasping for air, before running to Fred.

Fred has already tossed his broom to the side and welcomes you with a joyful grin and open arms. You leap, and he catches you in a bear hug. You crash your lips to his and he responds accordingly, moving perfectly in sync. You cup his face with both of your ice-cold hands, but he doesn't care. He holds you like he'll never get to hold you again, clutching your waist so tight that you eventually can't breathe. You reluctantly break the heavy kiss, and, after a moment of both of you panting in recovery, Fred sets you down.

George has come to join the two of you, and you give both of the twins one more quick hug and kiss.

"George," you say after pulling away. "Fred..." You can't hold back the strong emotions inside of you. "I think... I think I love—"

"Weasley! Y/l/n!" a sickeningly familiar voice rings throughout the stadium, and the three of you freeze in place. You slowly turn around, dread welling up in your stomach, to find that the voice belongs to none other than Professor Umbridge.

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Harry Potter characters that I like

In response to a Romione fan who thought I hated every HP character and hated everything about the series because I don't stan certain characters and ships, I want to mention here the few characters I like.

For me, I like a character usually if:

they have an interesting personality and background

I feel sorry for how they are generally misunderstood or bashed by fandom (sometimes I take great pleasure in being a contrarian haha) or treated by the author.

their wins feel earned in the narrative and I feel inspired

So here is my list!

Draco Malfoy + Malfoy family

I love Draco so much. I admit that I was drawn in mostly through fanon but as I explored the books more, I really enjoyed his book character a lot. He has a vibrant and entertaining personality and I like how meta he can be sometimes. Every time he proclaims how bad Hagrid is as a teacher or how Hogwarts sucks as a school, I just want to hug him so badly. I also like his parents and their interactions as a family later in the books. Narcissa is my fav mom, no contest. I just think that JKR wasted his potential. Draco is the most developed Slytherin kid and his character should have represented hope for a better future. But of course, JKR only cares about her lions (and Snape who she tried to retcon as a lion too lol) so screw Slytherins. And the NPC houses.

Black family

Gosh, I absolutely ADORE the Black family. The Black family is the most intriguing set of characters JKR ever wrote in HP. The Black family lore, the constellation theme, the dark history, the tragedy. Chef's kiss! Screw making a marauders' prequel!!! Give me a Black Family series! You shouldn't be surprised that Sirius Black is my favourite marauder. Compared to Sirius, James Potter is an utter bore.

Neville Longbottom

I often wish Neville was the chosen one instead of Harry. I think Neville's story is more tragic than Harry's. It must be torture to have your parents alive but practically dead. And Neville just feels more heroic to me. A lot of times, I hate Harry's hero's journey because JKR keeps letting Harry win due to deu ex Machina. It was nice seeing Neville gradually grow into the man he was at the end. And Neville's rage at Bellatrix just felt more visceral compared to Harry's with Moldy Voldy. I just like Neville, he's so sweet and he deserves better friends.

Percy Weasley

On the surface, I don't care much about Percy but I do feel sorry for him. Ron and the twins treated him like trash. His family just had a hate boner for him. Poor Percy. I can vibe with a family black sheep character. I don't like how people paint him as the bad guy for walking out on his family. And I appreciate how distinguished he is as a Weasley. He is the only Weasley member not to bow down and kiss Dumbles' backside like a brainless puppet. It's a shame it backfired on him but I admire his logic.

Luna Lovegood

To be honest, Luna was a nothing character to me until I began reading Druna fanfiction and I realized how adorable her character is in the books. She makes me smile and I like how she used to talk back to the trio in the beginning. So funny when Luna told Harry that people thought Hagrid was a bad teacher lol! I think Luna is the only HP girl I like...also maybe because I really like picturing her with Draco. No shame!

Severus Snape

What a beautiful and tragic character. Like Draco, Snape is such a pleasure to read. The man is pure entertainment in written form. I don't love Snape the way I do Draco, but I like picturing him with a better life. 'Snape drops out of Hogwarts' is one of my favourite AO3 tags. I love how he dedicated his life to good even though life was cruel to him and gave him a bad hand. Everything about Snape is so intriguing and I like learning more about him. Definitely one of JKR's best characters.

Ron Weasley

I hate the golden trio but I find Ron the most tolerable and the most interesting. It's a shame I found myself disliking the guy in the epilogue. People complain about the movies ruining Ron but JKR was ruining Ron in the books too. Ron started out as so intelligent but gradually JKR made him slobbier and dumber. I like how Ron was the common sense guy. Once again, Ron had to be the one to tell Harry what a complete trash disaster Hagrid was. Lord, I hate that man! Shame Hagrid's spiders didn't kill him!!! I wish JKR expanded on Ron's chess ability. Ron showed promise as being a leader of the trio (Lord knows Harry was a disaster) and Ron being strategic would fit with his chess skills...but JKR never followed through. My fellow HP critic, chicory, mentioned this passage:

‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting … So where shall I put you?’

applies more to Ron than Harry and I have to agree with her.

There are also several instances of Ron just being a sweet friend to Harry and Hermione and I wish he had better friends. I don't care what Romione/Hermione fans say. Hermione does not deserve a guy like Ron. Never did and never will. I don't even think Harry deserves Ron either. Ron does so much more for Harry than Harry ever did for him. I would have preferred if the Luna friendship was developed more for Ron. Ron has his infuriating moments but his great moments offset them. Out of the trio, I think Ron is the best character and sometimes I wish he was the protag instead of Harry.

Well, let me end it at 7, the perfect number! I can't fully word why I like or love some of these characters but this is a gist.

Of course, there may be other characters that I enjoy for what they are in the story (the Death Eaters, Dumbledore etc) but I don't care about them enough to mention them. Blessings!

#hp characters i like #ron weasley #draco malfoy #percy weasley #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #malfoy family #black family #sirius black #anti golden trio #anti romione #severus snape #anti jkr #pro draco malfoy #pro ron weasley #anti rubeus hagrid #of course I cant miss a shot at cursing that buffoon #pro snape

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You belong with me(George Weasley) Part 1

Paring: George Weasley X Longbottom!Reader X Cedric Diggory.

Summary: your best friend George knows you deserve better. He wants to be that 'better' but to scared to say but after a burnt hand truth may come out. (A.U where Cedric doesn't die)

Prompts: 1.0) “I mean, it's nice they found each other Sometimes you fall for someone you'd never expect, but that doesn't make it wrong. Doesn't everyone deserve to be happy?”

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

This is for my buddy Ashlee, who hates Cedric with every fiber of her soul for no reason. There's no much Cedric bashing but he's not perfect in this story.

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I silently sat in my seat waiting for Professor Snape to start the lesson. He was running unusually late so that ment the class was mixed up and being social. Come to think of it this is the most talkative the class has ever been.

Except me, my boyfriend Cedric did most of the talking but ever since the tournament I've only been there to benfet him. It's technically not his fault really but what hurt was he wasn't around anymore. He would show a bright smile and laugh whole heartedly to anyone who would listen but then be too tired for anything else.

His laughter continued as he had his back to me taking to Harry and a couple of Hufflepuffs. Not complaining I silently read my book. It was a Muggle book professor Lupin gave me called The Outsiders. I was nose deep when something snapped against the hard-back cover.

I peaked from behind the book and saw a rubber band. I smiled already knowing it was my best friend George Weasley. I rolled my eyes as George leaned twords me from the desk that was acrossed from mine.

“hiya, George” I nodded my head twords Fred as I moved over to their table. Cedric didn't even realize my absence. “hay freddie”

As few minutes went on the twins explained their new product ideas and different renovation ideas for the shop they're gonna open when they're done with school. I nodded happy holding on to every word. Honestly I could listen to them talk all day, especially George. The three of us had been best friends since our 1st year and they never failed at making me laugh or made me feel out of place.

“in your seats everyone” Snape said as he stormed in the the room making everyone quite.

“the man sure knows how to make a whole room speechless” Fred mumbled. I snorted trying not to laugh out loud.

Snape whipped around book in hand. “turn to page 934”

Everyone did and 934-935 was covered with pictures and scribls of writing of a potions. A shape shifting potion to be exact. I raised an eye brow as me and Cedric read off the ingredients and the uses for the potion.

“this is unusual” Cedric mumbled. I just shrugged at the first words he's said to me all morning.

"as you can tell it's a little bit more complicated than your silly little minds can handle” Snape insulted. No one batted an eye as it was usual for him to treat this class in such manner. And yes, this class was mostly Hufflepuffs and had only a few Gryffindors.

“so you'll be working in groups” a couple of people nodded with no emotion and the others sighed in realife.

“this is an easy A” Cedric whispered. I nodded with nothing else to say. I was relieved that he wanted to pair up, it gave us extra time together but part of me knew I'd end up doing half of it while Cedric socialized. Even if he intentionally did it or not.

Our happy faces dropped slightly as Snape continued. “I'll be asing partners. Take a seat next to them when I can your names” a few brave people groaned and others just rolled their eyes.

“Diggory your with Chan” I felt my stomach turn as I heard the paring. I knew Cedric would never betray me like that but I see how Cho Chan looks at him. She gave him the same look Cedric gave me long ago.

Cedric patted my hand and left to set next to her. I gulped as Snape read off the names.

“Potter and Jorden”

“Brown and Johnson”

Snape then looked up and eyed the twins. They looked unfased and continued the stare down. “if you two think I trust you to be partners in this particular Potion you got another thing coming... Weasley and Longbottom” he said refusing to me.

Fred raised his hand in a smart-ass sort of way. “excuse me sir but... Which one”

Snape sighed and pointed to George. “which ever one you are work with Y/n Longbottom, the other one can go with Finnigan”

George happy sat next to me. I set up from my slouched potion and handed him a quill with as he flipped through his book.

“get started” Snape said bluntly.

As I was reading the steps I feel something soft touch my cheek. I batted away and continued reading. It came back again and this time it tickled more. I giggled and pushed the quill out of George's hand.

He laughed as he successfully got my attention. “which cauldron do you want to use?”

“we can use yours a guess” George nodded and got up to get his from his previous spot. As he did Cedric stared daggers into the ginger.

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The cauldron boiled a Creamy white liquid as I grinded and cut up the different ingredients for the spell. On my right was George stirring the pot and reading the book.

“what do they mean shread something pure?” Cedric said getting a little too stressed over the potion. This class had never been his strong suit, which is why it would have been an 'easy A' if we were partners.

“your supposed to shread the dandelion” I said walking next door to his table. Right when I went over to help Cedric and the cauldron explode and the hot liquid splashed on my hand. I hiss and jerked beck into George's chest.

I held my hand as the cauldron dumped all over the floor. George quickly pulled me back from the steaming puddle. Cho and I coughed from the steam as Cedric stood there dumbfounded.

“Weasley take miss. Longbottom to Madam Pomfrey, and for the love of Godric clean your mess Diggory”

“y/n im sorr-” he started but George pulled me along towards the door.

“watch what your doing next time, Champion” I hear Fred say as we leave for the Infirmary.

Dispite the burning I felt on my hand I felt security as George walked next to me with his arm around me. I felt my heart sweal as he wrapped my hand in his red handkerchief and continued to ask me if I was alright.

“seriously, I'm fine Georgie” I chuckled as he opened the door to hospital wing. He smiled brightly as he held the door for me.

“madam Pomfrey, we got a Burned hand” George called out. The older woman sighed from the back and the sound of her foot steps followed. “What did you boys do now?”

She looked surprised as she saw me clenching my hand as stood next to George. “my dear what happened?”

“Diggory Knocked a hot potion onto her hand” George said looking visibly upset. Madam Pomfrey led me to one of the beds and George followed without hesitation.

George helped me on the bed as Pomfrey brought a stool to set in front of me. “let me see, Dear” she said softly. I hissed as the fabric left my red hand. You couldn't miss Pomfrey's expression as she examined my hand. I looked down for the first time and my eyes bugged out.

On my first two fingers had a thing strip of red coiled all the way up from my nails from my knuckles and the whole top of my and and thumb was covered in a deep red with white blisters.

She sighed sympathetically as she carefully studied my hand. “What potions were you using Dear?”

“it was supposed to be a shape shifting potion” I sighed. “Diggory's didn't go as planned, Godric knows what was put in that heaping pile of crap” George said butting in. The more the thought of it, the angry he got and thst didn't go unnoticed.

“did you breath anything in?”

I nodded thinking back when Cho and I were coughing and hacking from the steam from the potion.

“well, I can use a spell to transfer the heat out of your skin, then we'll put an ointment on it, but since we're not quite sure what was in the cauldron you'll have to say the night or just intill the potion leaves your system” Pomfrey explained.

Next she pulled out her wand and gently touched it to the tip of my finger. She gently pulled back before anything happened. “this usually hurts so brace yourself”

The tip of her wand touch my finger again and this time I grabbed George's hand with my good one. The pain wasn't as bad as imagined, but It felt like someone was pulling hot needles out of my hand.

After a few seconds she was done but there was still white and red puss like things that clinged to my hand. I looked at it in disgust as Madam Pomfrey gently coated my hand on ointment the rapped bandges over it.

“after dinner I want you to come back and then we'll decide if you have to stay over night” Pomfrey said. Me and George both nodded as he helped me off the bed.

“keep an eye on that poor girl, George” Madam Pomfrey yelled as we left. My cheeks dusted red as George closed the door behind us. He look equally red but tried really hard to hide it.

It wasn't awkward or anything, we were close friends and the whole school basically knew we were best friends. But knowing that George went out of his way to take me to the hospital wign and even stayed when he didn't need to made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“so, your on first name bases with Madam Pomfrey know?” I asked playfully bumping his shoulder with mine. All the professors and staff usually referred to as with our last names so I was genuinely curious.

George chuckled and looked down. “yeah, when your Pyro maniacs like my brother and I you end up in the hospital wign for miner injuries.”

I nodded remembering all the times him and Fred would disappear after a practical joke gonne wrong or when one of their fireworks backfired.

George laughed and wrapped his arm around me. “let's get some dinner, I'm starving”

“same, let's go”

As we walked into the great hall it was already fairly packed. I looked over at the Hufflepuff table and spotted Cedric getting tugged around by his 'fans' as they flashed around their 'Potter stinks' pins around.

My smile fell as he was once again busy. It was a big room, I knew that much so there was no reason to get upset with him. George shook his head at him and pulled me to the Gryffindor table Where our brothers, Hermione and Harry were.

“heard about the hand, you okay Sis?” Neville asked as I sat down across from him. I gave my little brother a reassuring look and nodded. “I'm fine Nev”

“that's not what Pomfrey said...” George mumbled. I nudgged him as Fred who was setting on the other side of me gave me a concerned look. I elbowed him then looked at my friends worried faces.

“I'm seriously fine, she just said I might have to stay the night because we didn't quit know what was in Cedric's Cauldron.”

Hermione eyes widened with consern. “Cedric did that?”

“really?” Neville asked surprised but also had a hint of anger to his voice.

“it was an accident!” I sighed.

“well that accident might keep you in the hospital wign tonight” George said taking a bite of his chicken.

As dinner was coming to an End my stomach started to turn and my chest felt like it was tighting around my heart the harder it pounded.

I gulped and set my fork down as the voices around me started to sound muffled then none existent.

“y/n!”

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“come on love” George's voice said faintly.

I winced as pounding progressed in my head. My eyes fluttered open as I adjusted to the sunlight that shined through the many windows.

I turned to my left and saw George's bright smile. Behind him was Neville, who was passed out in the bed next to mine.

“Hey, Darling how are you feeling?” I slightly smiled at the ginger I called my best friend.

“Why didn't anyone tell me?!” Cedric said suddenly making me jump by the sudden noise. Cedric then ran to my bed worried. George set back in his chair extending the space between us.

Cedric ran to my bed side and took my hand. His eyes full of concern and his expression was frazzled. He sat down next to me as George stared him down.

“he didn't seem to concerned yesterday, she's here because of him”

“thanks for staying with her Mate” Cedric said bringing George back to reality. George forced a smile at him but he couldn't hold back the sarcasm.

Before George could say anything Harry and Ron both peaked their heads in the room. “George, Neville Professor McGonagall is looking for you guys”

Neville set up from the bed beside mine and gave me a hug goodbye. “oh, how you feeling?” Ron asked. I smiled and held my thumb up.

“I'm good here, I'll catch her later” George responded. Cedric raised en eye browe. His face held a hint of jealousy as George stood his ground.

“it's fine go, I'll be here with her” Cedric said like he was trying to mark his territory. He stared down George and such a way I've never seen Cedric do.

“oh that makes me feel so much better” George mumbled under his breath. Cedric gave him a questioning look. “sorry, didn't catch that”

“nothing, I'll come by later N/n” George huffed as he lefted with his younger brother.

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“ced, let's go!”

“yeah, mate let's go”

Cedric's Friends continued to call him as he sat at my bedside. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled as his Hufflepuff friends flagged him down. He then looked at me with a questioning look. Not wanting to fight and feeling slightly hurt that he'd leave so quickly I just forced a smile.

“go ahead, I'll be here” he smiled big and kissed my lips passionately. “thank you love”

I stared at burned hand with a sorrowful. As soon as I heard the door latch I let the tears fall. Everything seemed to be hitting me and sitting here made me think. I felt hurt on how easy Cedric left, like I was second priority. But with George he never wanted to leave.

I couldn't shake the thought of how easy It is to be around George Weasley... How safe it is. He always knew how to make me smile or laugh no matter what I was feeling thst day. I loved how his brown eye held so much love and humor. His eyes could be so lively and loving and barely show any fire or hate.

“what's wrong my dear?” Madam Pomfrey voice said suddenly said. I turned my head towards her and the words started falling uncontrollably.

“I kissed him, but I wanted it to be someone else... Dose that make me a bad person?” I mumbled. Madam Pomfrey gave me a soft expression.

“no, I doesn't” she said softly. She smiled turned around. She turned back when I spoke again. I couldn't shake the feeling romance was pointless. Are boyfriends and girlfriends just supposed to be on the side lines till their partner wants them? Is there such thing as love? I think love is what I feel when I'm around George.

“I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Madam Pomfrey turned around with a small smile “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

“your still young dear, you'll find that someone” I nodded as she left.

Her words running through my brain over and over again.

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