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michwritesstuff · 2 years

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You’re Not So Bad (Harry Potter: Adrian Pucey)

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG! never finished this the way i wanted to so i cut a bit out and kept it at this, might have another part but i’m not sure yet! hope you guys like it :)

summary: hufflepuff female reader (she/her) x adrian pucey He was a Slytherin. She was a muggle born Hufflepuff. What more can I say? (get it? like sk8r boi?) anyways…Y/N is a proud and talented member of the Hufflepuff quidditch team. After one too many coincident encounters with Slytherin’s Adrian Pucey, she realizes that maybe she was wrong in her initial judgement of him and his housemates. notes/warnings: mentions of blood word count: 1.9 k

Another year at Hogwarts meant another year of getting to take the Hogwarts Express. As a muggle born you never failed to be excited by the enchanting nature of the Wizarding World. If your parents weren’t too busy with work, they would have been dropping you off themselves. Much like you, your parents loved everything about the Wizarding World and cherished the times when you needed to go to Diagon Alley.

You thanked the cab driver as he pulled up outside of King’s Cross Station and walked to the back of the car, dragging your trunk out. As you continued along through the station, you walked at a steady pace until you had reached platform 9 ¾. As nonchalantly as possible you glanced from side to side before walking directly through the platform wall. The Hogwarts Express came into view, steam whistling from the front as families lined the platform. You pushed your way through, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone. Finally, Cedric and his dad came into view.

“Hey Y/N!” he called out when he saw you.

“Hi Ced, how have you been?” you asked, pulling him into a hug.

“Good, you know...taking care of this old man,” he laughed as he patted his dad on the back.

You laughed along before turning to pull Cedric’s dad into a hug.

“Y/N my girl, how are you? How are your parents?” he asked.

“They’re doing good, wish they could be here of course,” you smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to send them some stuff from our garden and let them know I saw you and Ced off, how about that,” Amos stated.

You smiled at him warmly before thanking him one last time.

Grabbing your trunk you followed Cedric through the train, quickly glancing around the carriages in hope of finding an empty one or finding the rest of your friends. You stumbled along behind him, a carriage door sliding open as the two of you passed.

“Diggory,” a voice called out.

You and Cedric snapped your heads around, trying to place who had spoken. None other than Marcus Flint stepped out of the carriage. You glanced inside and saw two other Slytherin quidditch players who you recognized to be Adrian Pucey and Terrence Higgs whispering among themselves.

“Suppose your ready to lose to us again this year?” Flint taunted.

“Suppose your ready for me to fly circles around you again this year?” you replied, a smirk growing across your face as Flint’s smug look was replaced by a look of disdain.

You could hear Pucey and Higgs’ giggles increase at your statement. They knew it was true. The Slytherin team was strong and known for their unfair play, but Y/N Y/L/N was one of the best flyers at Hogwarts.

“You wish Y/L/N! Gonna wipe the pitch with you mudblood,” he threatened.

Your eyes widened at the ghastly use of such a word, your eyes quickly scanning Flint and the people behind him. Pucey and Higgs’ giggles long gone. Higgs quietly looked down at the floor of the compartment, trying his hardest not to make eye contact. Pucey however, stared right back at you. His eyes held something you couldn’t quite place, sadness? No, why would he be sad, he probably just pitied you.

Cedric’s hand found your shoulder and hurried you along the corridor of the train. Finding the carriage with the rest of your friends, Cedric ushered you in. As he retold the story bout the encounter with Flint they all gasped and looked offended and disgusted by Flint’s behavior.

“He’s an asshole, we knew this already,” you stated.

“I’m fine guys, promise,” you smiled weakly.

Truth was, you were fine. Flint’s aimless name calling didn’t concern you. You were proud of who you were and who your parents were, it didn’t matter. You were going to wipe the pitch with him this season AND continue to fly circles around him. The biggest thing on your mind had nothing to do with Flint, you were too concerned with Pucey. You couldn’t erase the look on his face from your memory.

That night all previous conversation about Flint had subsided as it was replaced by conversations about the summer break and upcoming term. From laughing and joking about the first years waiting to be sorted to complaining about having Herbology with the Slytherins.

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Classes were finally in full swing and the first quidditch game of the season was approaching this weekend. Unfortunately, you felt unprepared for both. Practices had been long and gruesome, and they left you with little free time for studying and getting work done. This meant hours spent in the library and sneaking into the kitchens where the house elves offered you coffee and various pastries to help you get through the long nights.

So here you were, sitting at a table with books open and sprawled out. Unused rolls of parchment lined up next to your spare quill and bottle of ink. You worked absentmindedly scrawling as much as you could about the effects of fresh mandrake juice on petrification. Ever since the incident with the Chamber of Secrets being reopened, Professor Sprout thought it useful understand the importance of utilizing the magical properties of specific plants, rather than just how to care for them. Rereading the same line for what felt like the hundredth time, your attention was interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Room for one more?”

You looked up to find none other than Adrian Pucey to be the source of the voice, book bag hanging off his shoulder. He motioned to the seat across from you.

“Uhm, yeah let me just…” you trailed off as you attempted to gather and organize all your materials to your side of the table. Pucey lightly chuckled at your frazzled state. Sitting down and pulling his own parchment and books out, his eyes glanced over your materials.

“Working on the Herbology essay?” he asked, his eyes focused on his own parchment.

“Yeah, though I don’t know how much more I can possibly write, you?” you replied.

“Nah, I finished that the other day. My muggle studies essay on the other hand…” You glanced up to meet Adrian’s eyes at his statement, giving him a look that meant to explain.

“Mum loves plants, grew up with those bloody curlers’ and books about them,” he stated, referencing the mandrakes. You laughed at his comment, they were truly dreadful to work with.

“What’s your muggle studies essay about?” you asked curiously, eyes scanning to the top of his parchment which read Muggle Transportation.

“Have to write the about the importance of public transportation in muggle communities. Not really sure what to include, I wasn’t really paying attention these last few lessons.” You once again giggled at his explanation.

“Well then…if you help me with this herbology essay than I’ll help you with yours. Not sure if you know this, but I’m quite the muggle expert,” you mused.

“Deal,” Adrian replied, a warm smile growing on his face.

The two of you spent the next hour working on your essays and making small talk, just getting to know each other.

“Ughh I don’t think I can ever write another essay again,” you exclaimed dramatically, throwing your quill across the table in the process.

Adrian laughed as he watched you pack all your things. While you gave him some background information and personal experiences about public transportation in your own community, he didn’t write much.

You continued packing until everything had found it’s place in your book bag. You stood up placing your bag on your back.

“You coming?” you asked.

Adrian looked up, eyes meeting yours. He was clearly confused as to what you meant, and to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure why you were inviting him to your secret place. There was something about Adrian, he was kind, welcoming, exciting, and most of all he felt familiar. He was easy to get along with, and from the small amount of conversation you had with him already, he was funny.

He packed his book bag and followed you out into the corridor.

“Where are you taking me Y/L/N?”

“It’s a secret, now keep up Pucey.”

He continued to follow you down a staircase and through a corridor. When you had finally reached the entrance of the kitchen you urged Adrian forward. He stared at you blankly, confused as ever. You took a step forward, now standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Reaching your hand up you tickled the pear in the middle of the portrait. The portrait swung open and revealed a warmly lit large kitchen with pots and pans draping the ceiling.

“Wow,” Adrian breathed out.

The two of you were immediately with welcoming and friendly house elves singing a chorus of “Welcome back Ms. Y/L/N” and “So good to see you Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen Pucey,” you stated.

You thanked Winky as she handed you a warm mug of pumpkin juice and a chocolate chip muffin. Setting your stuff on the counter, you did your best to split the muffin into two equal halves. You handed a half to Adrian who greeted you with a warm smile of thanks.

“This is incredible Y/N,” Adrian mumbled out, his mouth still full with his half of the muffin.

With a wide-eyed gaze Adrian moved through the kitchen like a kid in the candy store, or similar to you at Honeydukes on a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.

“It’s pretty great. I come here during late night study sessions, if I’ve had a shitty day and I’m and feeling stressed, or if I’m just absolutely craving something when I’m in my dorm. The Hufflepuff common room is just around the corner,” you explained.

“And tonight?” Adrian asked.

“Late night study session…and stressed,” you answered chuckling before trailing off at the end.

“About what?” he asked.

“Well school for starters, and this upcoming quidditch match against Gryffindor. I mean we have a strong team and have worked hard at all are practices, but their seeker…I mean Harry is amazing. And I…I need to play phenomenally.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the most amazing flyers I know. The entire school knows this. You truly do fly circles around everyone, not just Flint,” he laughed, his tone reassuring and positive.

You recounted on the day you had first really noticed Adrian Pucey. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one of your fondest memories of Hogwarts. Your parents were too busy with work to see you off and Flint had called you a mudblood. You were distracted from your thoughts when you heard Adrian’s voice.

“I’m sorry about that Y/N,” he stated rather shamefully

“You know, about that day on the train…” he continued.

“Oh uhm yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you said anything. Besides, I know Flint’s just insecure about being outflown by a girl.” Adrian laughed at your statement.

“True…but still, you didn’t deserve that. That term is outdated and inappropriate, and it shouldn’t matter how you got here. You deserve to be here,” he finished.

You smiled widely at him, surprised and touched by his genuineness. Looking at the clock you realized that it was getting late, and with a mandatory team practice before breakfast, you could use all the sleep you could get.

“Uhm I should—I should get going. It’s getting late,” you stated.

“Uh yeah, thanks Y/N, you know…for showing me your secret spot.”

“Anytime Pucey.”

You followed Adrian back out of the portrait, giggling to yourself as he tripped over his own feet trying to do a cool spin. He stumbled a bit before shaking his head in embarrassment, his own laugh roaring from his chest.

“Bloody hell…I’ll catch you later Y/L/N”

“Yeah, later…” you smiled to yourself. You don’t know what it was about him, but Adrian Pucey continued to have an unexplainable effect on you.

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limerenze · 1 year

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before and after - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; adrian comforts y/n during + after a panic attack while they both deal with the aftermath of the second wizarding war

Word Count; 2.3k

A/N; this is based on my literal very first request. i was soooo excited to do this!!! i hope i did u justice, anon. i did tweak/add to this a little more- just so i could make it into a whole standalone but also so it could fit my writing style a little more. i do suffer with panic/anxiety attacks myself and they are not fun at all and i didn't want this to romanticize them in any way shape or form… so if you feel i did that- please know it was not my intention at all.

ALSO??? THIS IS MY FIRST FIC BACK SINCE LIKE JULYYYYY!!! HEYYY MISSED U GUYS!!!

Warnings; angst, fluff, post-war, nightmares, panic attacks, possibly a bad portrayal of panic attacks

Dates Written; January 5, 2023

It wasn't Adrian’s fault, Y/N knew that. It wasn't fair of her to blame him.

She couldn't help it though. She had done everything she could think of to avoid this happening.

Everything, short of telling him. If she had just told him, there would be no issue.

So yeah, it wasn't Adrian’s fault. If anything, it was Y/N’s.

It was Y/N’s fault that she was paralyzed in her bed. It was Y/N’s fault that Adrian was sound asleep next to her. It was her fault that it felt like an anvil had fallen on her chest and no amount of strength in the world could push it off of her. It was all her fault.

At least that's how it felt. That's how it always felt.

It always felt like Y/N’s fault. Which is why it was easier to blame Adrian.

If Adrian had known she felt such things, he would be by her side with complete and total reassurance and praise until she couldn't bare to hear it any longer.

He did everything for her. As guilty as it made her feel, sometimes she forgot he went through it all too. Sometimes she forgot he felt it all too.

He was just, so good at hiding it.

She couldn't stand the stillness of the country? Okay sure, he agreed to move to the city with her.

Their first apartment looked too much like the dormitories at Hogwarts? Totally reasonable, so he agreed to move again. This time to the heart of London, where there wasn't a moment of peace anywhere.

Turns out the city noise was too much? Adrian didn't bat an eye. He laid a loving hand on her back and told her he agreed. Then he spent every waking moment he had perfecting a muffling charm for her. He adjusted it and readjusted it until she could sleep through the night.

Adrian never complained. Not even once.

Truth be told, Adrian was happy to do it. After all, he had all the same feelings as Y/N.

Before? Before he had loved the peace that the valley mounds around their little house brought. He loved everything about the country that surrounded them. But after? After, it wasn't peaceful anymore. It was eerie. The air turned stale and he hated it. He couldn't stand it for a second longer.

Adrian wasn't sure he could ever find anything peaceful again.

Adrian didn't know what peace was anymore.

He was happy to leave the house they once called home. He was happy to rid everything from their life before.

Before didn't exist to him anymore.

Dwelling on the before was pointless now that they were in the after.

He was happy to move and move again. He was happy to mutter the imperturbable charm, a charm he perfected in the fourth year- over and over again until the girl he loved could feel a moment of peace, a moment he too strived for.

He remembers the first night the nightmares didn't wake her up. He was exhausted but he wouldn't let himself fall asleep until he heard the birds chirping. He wouldn't let himself sleep until he was sure she was okay. And when he knew she was? He was euphoric.

Adrian was ecstatic to know he helped her with that.

Y/N knew that.

That's why she couldn't bare to tell him that the nightmares had started again.

She couldn't bare to tell him none of his efforts were working. It would break her heart.

So there she lay, paralyzed.

Not in a literal sense. She could move if she wanted. Some part of her knew that.

And she did want to. She wanted nothing more than to break out of Adrian’s arms that were lightly draped over her. The rational part of her brain knew he was hardly touching her.

But the rational part of her brain was being eaten by the impending doom she felt.

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and her boyfriend’s skin felt like molten lava against hers.

Y/N’s breaths couldn't keep up with the speed of her heart and it felt like all her airways were being cut off. The harder Y/N tried to take a breath and the more she couldn't- the faster her heart beat.

What was the maximum heartbeat per minute before a person dies again? Y/N had read it somewhere once in some muggle textbook. For a long time, consuming the information from muggle textbooks was the only solitude she had. She couldn't remember.

It didn't matter, anyways. Whatever the number was, Y/N was sure she was approaching it quickly. To her, it was reasonable to think she would be dead in minutes.

Her breaths were quick and short, they were panicked. She felt like all she needed was one good and deep breath and everything would be okay. But she couldn't take that one breath, and so to her, nothing seemed okay. There was no end in sight.

Her ears were ringing and she didn't know how long she had been laying there. Trying to tell herself to just get up but her own fear kept her trapped on the fleece sheets.

She must've been making noise. Enough noise for Adrian to wake up beside her at least.

Adrian’s body twisted to face her entirely. He was hovering over her ever so slightly. His hand ghosted over her upper arm and his face was contorted with worry.

Usually, his hand on her body would be comforting- but right now it was the last thing she wanted. She could see with her eyes that his hand barely grazed her but it felt to her like he had the world's strongest death grip on her.

His hand seethed against her skin and her mouth was too busy trying to breathe to tell him that. Adrian’s mouth was moving but Y/N heard nothing. No words.

Just ringing.

The ringing was piercing and she couldn't decipher which part of this was the worst.

“Y/N?” Adrian called to his girlfriend. “Y/N, darling. I need you to calm down” He continued but it was no use, Y/N couldn't hear him and she was too panicked to read his lips.

“Shh, love.” He reached over to hold her and it overwhelmed Y/N enough to break out of her terrified-induced daze and push him off. Her hand laid flat on his chest and she used all her force to push him away from her.

The force she had was very little, so Adrian didn't move very far. But he understood what it meant and scooted farther away to give her the space she needed.

All he wanted was for her to feel safe.

Y/N didn't stay in the bed for very long after pushing her boyfriend off of her. She stumbled out of the bed and all but dashed into the bathroom connected to their bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Her heart was still racing and now that she was out of the bed, she could feel where her hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat.

The bathroom tiles were cold on her feet and as she slid down the door to sit, the tiles were even colder on her bare legs. The fluorescent lights were a horrible contrast to the darkness that her bedroom held and it burned her eyes but it was the least of her worries.

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle.

She could hear it this time. That was a good sign, right?

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

‘Dumb question, Adrian’ he scolded himself in his head.

She wanted to tell him yes, but she couldn't find her voice.

“Don't come in” she managed to croak out between gasps for breath. “I’m-” Her voice cracked.

She paused for what could've been a second or an hour- she couldn't tell the difference. “I’m fine, you can go back to sleep”

“I won't leave you alone in there, Y/N” Adrian told her after a short pause himself. “I won't leave you alone”

It was a statement, but Y/N knew he meant it as a promise. Which is why she saw his shadow shuffle and settle and she knew he had taken a seat on the floor on the other side of the door.

She wanted to close her eyes but the darkness frightened her. And if she kept her eyes open, the harsh white light reminded her of all the spells being thrown around her, toward her, from her.

She needed to go where she felt safe. And that wasn't alone in the en suite.

She thought about reaching up and unlocking the door. She thought about whispering Adrian’s name and praying he understood.

But she couldn't bring herself to.

Guilt and shame washed over her and it was all she could feel.

She wanted Adrian, but did she deserve him?

Adrian sat on the other side of the slab of wood feeling helpless. He had calmed her through a hundred nightmares but never had they escalated to this. He didn't know what to do, or where to start.

He racked his brain silently, trying to think of anything that would help her. The only noise either of them could hear was Y/N’s failed attempts at steadying her breathing and her small hiccups between her sobs.

“Do you-” He stopped. Maybe this was a stupid idea. Maybe she just needed him to leave her alone.

“Do I what?” she said back, even in distress her voice was gentle and sweet.

“Do you remember when we first moved into the house in the country?” Adrian continued.

Maybe she just needed something to focus on, other than everything running through her brain. She didn’t answer, but he knew she did. “It was our first time ever living on our own. We said all throughout the sixth and seventh year that we were gonna graduate and find a place together.” Adrian smiled at the memory.

It was from before, but it seemed when it came to Y/N- there was no before and after. There was just them.

“We got through seventh year, then our N.E.W.T.S. flew by. We looked at every listing in all of England before we found that place, tucked away in the corner of a muggle newspaper. None of the muggles wanted it, it was too secluded. I reckon the blokes who sold it to us thought we were out of our minds, taking a place like that with the shape it was in. But we didn't care. The minute we stepped foot in it, I could see on your face that you were thinking exactly what I was” Adrian paused again. Giving Y/N the chance to add to his rambling. Her hiccups had stopped, but he could still hear her slightly laboured breathing.

So he continued.

“It was our home. Then school ended and immediately we moved in. Moving the boxes was the easy part. Our trace had been lifted so we just used magic for it all. We had all of our stuff in the house within an hour. It was the unpacking and finding a home for everything that was hard.”

The two of them recalled that day in their minds. Smiles were etched onto both of their faces, not that either of them could see the other.

Just as Adrian was about to continue, Y/N spoke. “I was too busy looking through the boxes to notice that you had left me alone. I had only been in the house a few times at that point, and it took me a while to find you”

Her voice was music to his ears.

“I searched every room, and of course with my luck- you were in the last one.” Adrian could hear the smile on her face. “You stood in the middle of the empty room, not even any boxes had made their way in there yet. But you stood there, looking out the window.”

Y/N could still see the way the sun beamed onto his skin and the golden walls looked like fire. “I don't know how you knew I was standing behind you, but you did. You said-”

She was interrupted.

“This is the start of our forever” Adrian’s voice spoke gently, it made Y/N melt and suddenly she couldn't stand to be alone in the bright, cold room anymore.

Y/N pulled away from where she was sure her skin had molded to the floor, she reached up to unlock the door and pull it open.

And she saw him.

His hair was messy and his eyes were overwhelmed with worry. His old quidditch t-shirt hung loosely on his body and she would've sworn he never looked more beautiful.

“I was right, you know? That was the start, and this is our forever” He told her.

Adrian just wanted to see his girlfriend smile. And it worked, even if it was a small one.

Her heartbeat had slowed down a significant amount but it still felt foreign in her body- like it didn't belong there. And she was still hyper-aware of her the thin layer of sticky sweat that coated her body. Adrian didn't care.

“Can I-” He stopped to rephrase, “Do you want to be held?” he asked gently.

The last thing he wanted was to cause her any discomfort. But at that point, he probably needed it more than her.

Y/N nodded her head and all but threw her body forward and crashed against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her firmly and she couldn't for the life of her remember why she would ever want his touch to stop.

His touch was everything.

“Adrian?” Y/N spoke softly, not moving from where her face was buried into him.

“Yes, love?”

“Are we going to be okay?”

Adrian didn't answer for a minute. He wasn't sure he knew how.

Neither of them know how long they stayed like that for. It could've been for the rest of the night before he finally answered her question:

“Yes, love. We are.”

And there it was. Adrian’s moment of peace.

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ghostofscarley · 2 years

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Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

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"you're practically gaping at her mate, subtle much," fred muttered as he glanced at harry who was staring at the fifth year ravenclaw, cho chang, mindlessly as she giggled with her friends, "so much for wanting to keep my lunch down. mate, before you lose anymore pumpkin juice, you'd have more luck going over and talking to her-"

"oh, leave him alone fred," rolling her eyes, y/n gave back the rolled up newspaper to a glaring hermione granger after having smacked the ginger boy on the back of his head, "he is however, miraculously, right in a sorts though harry. you really should talk to her."

"ugh! look at this! i don't believe it, she's done it again. miss granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the bulgarian bon-bon viktor krum. no word yet on how harry potter's taking this latest emotional blow," glaring now at the newspaper article, hermione slams it onto the table, almost knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process, "i mean who does she think she is? i can tell you right now, harry seems to be doing just fine."

shaking his head, as if he had been in a trance, harry looked towards his fury-filled friends is confusion

"i wouldn't mind her, mione. you know how that hag of a woman is," shaking her head at the clueless chosen one before turning to in a sympathetic manner to comfort her bushy-haired friend, "the lengths she'd go and the people she'd shine a false light on for the sake of fame and attention. such a bitch."

groaning, fred slid over to his best friend, not so subtly stretching an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer, and unbeknownst to the ginger, causing a certain hue of rosy red to spread across the said girl's cheeks

"such a dirty mouth. to what do i owe the honours of being allowed to be within the presence of that mouth?" winking with a sly grin, blowing a single strand out of his eyes and angling his head to get a better look at the girl, he asks, "is the one and only y/n y/l/n blushing because of little, ol' frederick weasley? you flatter me."

huffing, y/n shrugged off the older twins arm that was draped across her shoulders, sending a scowl his way as she crossed her arms

"you wish freddie, and don't say shit like that. weirdo."

"well maybe if someone stopped swearing then-"

"i'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."

hearing this, both y/n and fred looked over to the two youngest weasleys, one of which were holding what looked like old rags of spare lace sewn together, before hermione laughed

"they're not for ginny. they're for you! dress robes."

upon saying this, the friend group all broke into laughter whilst ron's face fell

"dress robes? for what?"

to this, y/n and fred, having calmed down from the fits of laughter at the situation for the younger weasley male, turned to each other, a look of confusion now adorning their faces

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. the girls seem a lot more excited, "silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

y/n sent a quick glance to where harry, fred and george were standing only to see the twins murmuring to themselves and thus she shook her head, knowing that it was nothing serious before focusing back on mcgonagall

"now to dance is to let the body breathe. inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight and inside," upon hearing whispers, she turns to glare at ron, "every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance, mr weasley, will you join me? now, place your right hand on my waist."

embarrassed and a little befuddled, ron almost mutters

"where?"

impatient, the woman moves to correct the placement of ron's very much awkward placing of his arm

"my waist," the woman states firmly, before the music starts up and the professors leads them into a waltz, inviting others to join

upon the invitation, the girls rushed to stand, only for the boys to remain seated, awkward, some even scratching at the back of their necks

with a smirk, fred walks over to y/n, who had previously been in a conversation with her friend and fellow quidditch team mate, katie bell, when she saw an approaching body out of the corner of her eye, before turning to see fred offering his hand out to her

"if you will, m'lady."

nudging the girl with a giggle, katie pushed her friend out of her seating position and into the arms of the cheeky ginger, winking at the girl before turning to find her own partner

"real smooth, weasley," she stated, placing one hand into his before raising her other arm to rest it on his, "'m'lady', huh? that's a new one. what book did you stumble upon to get that one? oh who am i kidding, you'd never pick up a book. willingly."

"oh ha ha, you're so funny. much laughter. such a comedian," the hand that rested on her waist began to poke slightly at her after her cheeky comment, twirling her and bringing her back into his chest now, "i'll have you know that i didn't find it. i just heard it was all. in one of those silly muggle movies that you love."

"they are not silly," she scoffed, moving her hand to slap the back of his head only for him to grab it and keep a firm grasp on it instead, the familiar heat spreading across her face, "they are romantic. not that you'd know."

"what's that supposed to mean? i'm so romantic i'd knock your socks off with how chivalrous and charming i am."

the girl couldn't keep a straight face at what the boy had said, immediately breaking out into a boisterous cackle which attracted many fellow gryffindors though the girl didn't care. the boy didn't either, a small smile then growing rather large at the sound

"oh freddie, now who's the comedian?" sighing, she moved, well tried, to rest her right cheek on his shoulder, which was now hunched to aid her due to the distinct height difference, "i can't wait. i mean, an actual ball, are you kidding? hogwarts is already magical on its own. can you imagine how wondrous it'll be?"

"oh, do you already have someone in mind as to who you'll take? my, my. and whom is it that has piqued y/n y/l/n's interest?" he nudged at her, wiggling his eyebrows as chuckled at the rosy red cheeks, "it wouldn't happen to be someone i know, would it?"

"what's it to you?" burying her face deeper into his neck, her voice came out as a murmur, "maybe i have found someone i hope will sweep me off my feet."

though the girl couldn't see it, fred's face dropped, after a wave of shock, not expecting what she said

"oh. well that's good," he shrugged, the movement pulling y/n out of her trance, and out of his neck, "can only imagine how wonderful he is. only the best for you."

"yeah," she said, a look of serenity taking over her face as she thought about the boy that was standing in front of her, "he is pretty wonderful."

"this is mad. at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. well, us and neville," ron uttered, sharing a chuckle with harry whilst y/n, who was across the table next to fred shared a look of displeasure with hermione, "then again, he can take himself."

before y/n could reply to the younger weasley, hermione had beaten her to it

"how sweet. but it might interest you two to know that neville's already got someone."

a smirk growing, the older gryffindor girl knew that she no longer had to say anything

"well now I'm really depressed."

ron's shoulders drop as his lips form a pout

hearing quick scribbles, y/n turned to read what fred had written before he scrunched it up and threw it at his brother

'get a move on or all the good ones will have gone'

to this, ron looks up from the parchment before turning to his older brother

"who are you going with then?"

fred turned to y/n, who was sat on his right, sharing a smile, as she let out a small giggle, wiggling his eye brows, before turning and throwing a piece of scrunched up parchment at angelina johnson

y/n could only feel her smile drop, her eyes gloss, and the rosy hues fade as she watched the boy next to her whisper at the girl. a girl that wasn't her

"oi! angelina!" acting out dancing movements, he then continued to ask, "do you, want to go, to the ball, with me?"

with a smile growing on her face, angelina turned so her whole body was facing him before resting her head on her hand with a dreamy look

"yeah. yeah, i want to go."

y/n could only see fred wink at ron before she quickly packed all her things and rushed to hand her book to snape, alarming the others as they all watched the girl scamper off, not wanting them to see the tears that had now escaped, her heart broken

"what's wrong with her?" ron could only ask though he got shrugs from both fred and hermione, "well, anyway."

fred could only drown out his brother's words as he watched the girl practically run put of the great hall, before he heard a book slam and turned to witness hermione leaving as well, sending a final glare to his little brother

"girls."

the small sniffles from the gryffindor girl, with the occasional break of an audible sob were all that could be heard that wintry evening as the rebounded off the walls of what she thought was an empty corridor, void of students

"y/n? is that you?" the soft voice came from around the corner from where she was sat, the owner of the voice stepping out into the open corridor to reveal adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and a total heartthrob, his face softening as he looked at the upset girl in front of him, "are you ok? what happened?"

she made quick eye contact with the boy before she hurriedly brushed away her tears, rubbing at her eyes and glancing down as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, not wanting to look at him again

not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak in front of him

"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."

looking from his eyes back to his outstretched hand and then his eyes again and seeing nothing but kindness and warmth in his irises, the girl huffed a little before placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up from her seated position

not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts

"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."

"you make it seem a lot more... serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head, "i mean, who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"

now frowning, the slytherin boy turns towards her, shaking his head

"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess it's their loss."

shaking her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp before facing him and placing both of them on his shoulder

"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."

her crying came to a halt as a look of self doubt lingered in her eyes

"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls. it seems so bitchy to say that too because she's so kind. always the sweetest thing to me and here i am being the grouchiest person ever."

"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."

"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."

instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor

in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear

"hee hee"

"ade, what are you doing?"

"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"

quickening her pace to match his, she couldn’t help but smile, forgetting what had happened in the great hall not too long, spinning whenever he motioned for her to, seeing others who were now exiting the great hall watch on, curious

"ade-"

"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."

out of the corner of her eye, she could she a flash of ginger hair, though she wasn't given more time to wonder about who it was before she was dipped and she let out the loudest cackle

"ADRIAN-"

"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme It oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."

doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set

"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."

now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more

"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."

"well, i mean i don't know, i-" dragging on her words, she looked down at the boy to see his confident grin faltering and she knew she couldn't continue to play along, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"

breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness

whilst most onlookers were applauding the 'proposal' they had witnessed between the two chasers, a certain ginger beater, who was watching from behind pillar, was green with envy, shaking his head before walking off to find george

it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley

"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."

"ah, gin," the girl, though smiling, shook her head slightly, straightening up her younger friend, "it was cute, but i just don't see adrian like that. he's just a good friend."

"y/n, y/n, y/n. did you not see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."

"adrian is aromantic, gin. i can assure you he doesn't like me like that. besides, though he's my date, i've always had my eye on someone. the feelings just don't seem to be reciprocated."

ginny's smile faltered as she looked at her friend who was gazing down, twiddling her fingers

"if you're talking about my git of a brother," she held up a finger to the girl, whose mouth was slightly ajar, as if she were to ask 'which brother' "and before you get smart, i'm talking about fred. you're clearly not as smart as i thought you were if you think for a second that he doesn't like you. he's constantly talking about you and whatever you've done that was just 'oustanding' or 'astronomical' when you aren't around.. and then where you are around, he needs to be touching you in some way. if i thought adrian was enamoured with you, fred is gobsmacked, drop dead, head over heels, in love with you."

"then why didn't he ask me to the ball, gin? why did he ask angelina? and why did he do it in front of me? no, it doesn't matter. i don't think i have the right to ask that. just... clearly, whatever feelings he did feel.. aren't there," she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."

"well i know, and yes i understood, adrian does not like you and you do not like him and it's all platonic, but i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake. platonic or not, this is still gonna be as much of a date as any other date you've been on or could go on. and don't look at me like that, enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve it."

before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom

"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"

"don't think for a second that i'm done with you gin, just give me a few minutes. i've got a choice of words with you."

"ah, would you look at the time. i think neville is downstairs waiting for me. see you soon."

"gin- GINERVA," before y/n could say the girl's full name, she had sped out of the dorm room, leaving the older girl to shake her head and huff, "i'm gonna kill her."

quickly slipping in her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes

"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."

"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"

"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"

"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."

"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."

at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.

"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."

"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"

"let's do it."

walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date before looking around, her eyes settling on a cleaned up fred weasley who looked as handsome as ever. he seemed to have found her too, meeting her gaze

she wanted to smile bashfully and wave at the boy she considered her best friend before she saw the girl whose arm was linked with his. the girl that was hanging off of him. and she removed her gaze from him, keeping the small smile as she looked over to adrian, who was returning the smile as he met her gaze, walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase

"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."

the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates

"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."

"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"

"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."

"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."

"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour, miss head-turner. shall we make our way inside now?"

"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."

from the other side of the hallway

fred was standing just outside the entrance of the great hall, in a group that consisted of himself and his date, angelina, george and his date, alicia spinnet, and lee and his date, patricia stimpson, when the three girls turned to the staircase to see who was making their way down and gasped

"look at our girl, ang. she looks amazing," exclaimed alicia, pulling george with her towards the girl, though george stopped her, "why are we stopping?"

"the girl still needs to find her date, ali. we'll see her inside, alright?"

the girl pouted slightly before nodding and returning her gaze to their third chaser

"did you guys see pucey's proposal to her? it was so romantic and she looked so happy. if i'm being honest though, i thought you'd ask her freddie. especially after that dance practice a few weeks ago. but you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so hap-" angelina was cut off mid-sentence

"can we stop talking about how cute pucey and y/l/n would be? this isn't about them."

"woah, what's wrong with you? besides it's the truth isn't it? isn't she your best friend? you'd think you'd be happy for her?"

"she can be with pucey for all i care. he's bloody perfect for her, isn't he?" fred sneered, moving his gaze to look at the girl, his glare dropping as he saw that her eyes met his before she turned away, "i just want the best for her. that's all."

george could only smirk, wanting to slap the back of his twin's head but refraining and he rested his arm around alicia

"it seems to me like your jealous, freddie."

fred could only scoff, his glare returning and focusing on his brother

"shove off. whatever, let's just go inside." he suggested as he saw the girl he longed for enter the great hall with her date

looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening

just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical

"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."

"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."

rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more

"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."

"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."

"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."

"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."

"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, maybe george if i can catch a word with alicia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."

"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my ass and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."

"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out before i start to believe less and less that you're aromantic."

"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"

"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. but no. in fact it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."

"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."

"let's do it."

5 minutes later

the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room

y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play

something told me it was over

when i saw you and her talking

something deep down in my soul said "cry girl"

when i saw you and that girl walking around

swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, something nice about being able hold each other like this, whilst knowing that the only thing that would come out of tonight would be a closer friendship

"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."

i would rather, i would rather be blind

than to see you walk away

so you see, i love you so much

that i don't wanna watch you leave me

"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."

"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."

"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."

when the reflection in the glass

that i held to my lips now

revealed the tears that are all on my face

baby i'd rather be blind

than to see you walk away from me

the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song

you can dance

you can jive

having the time of your life

see that girl

watch that scene

digging the dancing queen

"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."

the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. they were sure to remember this night for the rest of their lives

anybody could be that guy

night is young and the music's high

with a bit of rock music

everything is fine

you're in the mood for a dance

and when you get the chance

"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he always played it any chance he got."

"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."

slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing

"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."

"oh shush."

you are the dancing queen

young and sweet

only seventeen

dancing queen

feel the beat of the tambourine

"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."

"your mother was a muggle, right?"

"yes? why?"

"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"

"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."

"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."

she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided

"you really are something, you know that."

"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."

another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall

i've got sunshine on a cloudy day

when it's cold outside

i've got the month of may

"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."

i guess

you'd say

what can make me feel this way

my girl

talking 'bout my girl

"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."

"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter what, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it."

i've got so much honey

the bees envy me

i've got a sweeter song

than the birds in the trees

"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"

"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."

"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."

whilst the two swayed and the girl sang to the boy, a ginger haired, sulking, teenage boy was staring off at them from his seated position

"you're staring. the song is about to end freddie, just ask her. i'm sure adrian won't mind. everyone knows you're her best friend."

"why would she want to dance with me, ang? she looks quite content with pucey. what's the point?"

"it's just one dance, fred. besides, you've been frowning all night and that's not like you, it's weird."

"quite the date i am huh? sorry. you would've been better off with harry and he's just as much of a lousy date as i am. at least his date got a dance."

"it's alright. i still got a few dances with alicia and you know i've had my eye on roger davis. got a dance with him so i'd say my night was pretty successful."

"that makes one of us."

suddenly, before the final song was to commence, dumbledore had a final announcement to make

"the yule ball is coming to a close and so i must announce before the final dance that there is to be a change in scene. i ask that you gentlemen or women invite another to the dance floor that he or she did not accompany to the ball."

"see, there's your chance fred. take it."

"if anything, she'd probably want to dance with geor-"

"FRED WEASLEY YOU GO OVER TO THAT GIRL AND YOU ASK HER TO DANCE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ASK FOR YOU MYSELF! i am sick of your pity party of despair and loneliness. just go for it."

he could only sigh as he stood up from the seat he had been sat in for the last 2 hours, making his way over to the pair, though lord knows his heart was 2 seconds away from pounding violently through his ribcage and out of his chest

whilst fred made his way over, the two were still away in their own world, wanting the moment to last just a little longer

"was hoping i'd get my last dance with you. i've had so much fun tonight and i don't want it to end."

"i've had a lot of fun too. was quite the experience having the prettiest girl in hogwarts wrapped in my arms, swaying to muggle misic. who would have thought. i think i might sit this one out. i don't see myself dancing with anyone else that isn't you."

"are you sure you're aromantic, ade? like, straight up? 100%?"

though he knew she meant nothing by it, he still laughed lightly and hugged her before pulling away so they were both at arms distance

"straight up. if i wasn't, i would have been kissing the hell out of you. i can assure you i feel no romantic feelings. even after having you in my embrace for the last 2 hours, it's nothing but platonic. i just don't see anything happening. that, and i can see a certain ginger making his way over and i don't fancy getting kocked out right now. so, after the dance, i'll meet you and escort you to your common room to see you off."

looking to her right slightly, her heartbeat quickens as she sees a hurried fred weasley making his way over before she turns back to adrian

"are you sure? i could just sit with you?"

"i'm sure. i'll just sit with miles. poor bloke was rejected so he's been sat at the table, drinking. reckon i should go over before he dies of alcohol poisoning because trust me, he will find a way. besides, i think someone wants to dance with you. about time if you ask me."

and with that, adrian placed a final kiss on her forehead before he walked away, sending a last wink towards her before turning and not looking back

she could only watch his retreating back for a moment longer before she felt a tap on her shoulder

feeling like her chest was about to explode, she took a slow, deep breath before turning to see the boy who, after the weeks that went by with distance between them, still had her heart

"hi? um, you look.. good?" his face furrowed, slightly frowning as he shook his head, "i mean, obviously you look better than good. amazing, incredible, gorgeous, spectacular. all eyes were on you tonight and reasonably so. the dark green really stood out against your skin. you and pu- adrian really blew the whole school away. it was really cute. anyway, it was nice talking to yo-"

"fred, do you want to dance with me?"

here she was with her heart on her sleeves as she awaited his answer. fred was flabbergasted

"i- me?"

"i mean, no one else is around," she said as she gestured to the empty space around her, "what do you say, freddie? for old times sake? accompany me for the final dance?"

"how could i say no?"

she let out a breath of relief as she took the hand that was held out to her, a small smile growing on her face as she felt warm

dumbledore moved to the centre of the stage a final time

"now, please join me in welcoming mr jon mclaughlin who has warmly agreed to sing our final song for the evening. mr mclaughlin, the stage is yours."

a light piano echoes through the hall as y/n gazes into fred's eyes, something she hasn't done for a while, something she has missed

she missed her freddie and she finally had him back in her arms and she was reluctant to let go

you're in my arms

and all the world is gone

the music playing on for only two

she wanted to say something, anything. she wanted nothing more than to catch up with the boy in front of her but nothing came to mind

so she just held on tighter, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in time, the rest of the world beginning to fade out as they lost themselves to the music and the soft voice of mr mclaughlin

so close

together

and when i'm with you

so close to feeling alive

he too had a lot on his mind. like how effortlessly perfect she was. from the way her eyes shone as the fire of the floating candles reflected off of them. how her cheeks now adorned its usual rosy hues. how in love he was with her

"you really are beautiful, love."

a life goes by

romantic dreams must die

so i bid mine goodbye

and never knew

"thank you, freddie. i must say, you look quite swell yourself."

"ah, you know. i just pulled this little getup from out of my trunk. curled my hair a little, though it's nothing compared to you. i never thought i'd love seeing you in green so much."

she couldn't help but lean closer, wanting to be as close to the boy as possible

"so, you and pucey, huh? when did that become a thing?"

"adrian?"

"is there another pucey running around that i don't know about?"

y/n could only scoff, though it was light-hearted

"smart arse. there isn't a thing. we're just friends. freddie, i don't want to talk about adrian. just. dance with me."

so close

was waiting

waiting here for you

and now forever i know

all that i want is

to hold you

so close

she rested her head on his shoulder, with a little struggle but she got there and and shared a look with angelina, who only winked at the girl. similarly, fred, who now turned was facing adrian who could only raise his drink in acknowledgement, smiling, and seeming to have mouthed the words, 'well done weasley', to which fred just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face

so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

and now you're beside me

and look how far we've come

so far

we are

so close

looking back on their years together, the pair couldn't help but wonder why this didn't happen sooner, why they elongated the pain and sat through the hurt when they could've shared this moment of peace and euphoria earlier

they thought about the weeks they had spent apart and in the presence of another when all they needed was each other. what were they thinking, honestly?

"are you singing, frederick gideon weasley?"

"for you, i'd do just about anything, love."

she sighed happily before she thought back to that afternoon in the great hall. the study session

"i really thought you were gonna ask me. i was so sure, especially when you looked at me with those warm eyes of yours and your happy, boyish grin and i was so excited. but then, you turned and asked someone else. and i had to leave. i couldn't be around to hear all the giggles you both shared whilst i was slowly breaking."

oh how could i face the faceless days

if i should lose you now

"y/n, i'm so sorry. believe me when i say that i was planning on asking you. that afternoon, during dance practice. i was set on asking you then. but then you said-"

"that i might have found someone i wanted to sweep me off my feet. did it never occur to you that i was thinking about you? freddie, i had, have literal heart eyes for you. was it not even a little obvious?"

"i guess not, love," he said, shaking his head at his own obliviousness, "i just. wanted the best for you. and if you had already found it in someone else, then i was fine with that. well, i wasn't but i wasn't gonna let it show. when you said that, i thought someone else had asked. and that you had said yes. so i asked angie, and ended up being a shit date, so i owe her big time. but then when i left to chase after you, adrian was there, singing, in a horrible accent i'd like to add, and in the middle of it all, you just looked so happy, despite the tear tracks that stained your face. your smile was so bright. and then he asked you and you said yes and i just felt. defeated. which is unfair, but i didn't know you were dateless. had i known, i would've asked myself. i just should have asked you about it, but instead, i went and asked someone else, i made you cry and then i pushed you into the arms of another in the process. i was just a downright git who doesn't deserve you. i'm lucky you're dancing with me ri-"

we're so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

let's go on dreaming though we know we are

rolling her eyes, she pulled him even closer, if it were possible, titling her head ever so slightly to slot her lips onto his, shutting him up

and it was like sparks, no, fireworks went off and they lost themselves to each other. this was where they truly belonged

"do you ever shut up? you ramble a lot, freddie. i'd say it's cute and a little impressive but then it kept going on and on and i didn't know when you'd st-"

fred leans in again, the kiss lasting a little longer than the first, the otherwise chilly night feeling rather warm

"fred, you just kissed someone with a dirty mouth."

fred grinned gingerly, leaning in to whisper into her ear

"yeah. and i'm about to do it again."

so close

and still

so far

adrian and angelina, who was accompanied by roger davis, sat off to the side, grinning at the kissing couple, bumping fists under the table

"i reckon she doesn't need me to escort her to the common room anymore. suppose i should take drunk-off-his face over here back to our dorm," adrian says to angelina, gesturing to the shitfaced miles bletchley, "tell y/n i said goodnight. if you get the chance to."

and with that, adrian left the yule ball with his drunk mate attached to his arm and a smile on his face, happy that his friend finally got the guy she wanted

her freddie

is that a wrap?! i think fucking so. this will forever be my baby because believe me when i say i've never written a fic this long but it was so worth it.. love yall <33

#Spotify #fred weasley #y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #adrian pucey #harry potter #goblet of fire au #yule ball #enchanted #so close

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hannshines · 1 year

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Hunger Games x FlintWood Au

A Hunger Games Au where Marcus participates in the games for his sister to help her win (even if he had to die for it) and Oliver is another of the participants refusing to kill anyone.

Pt.1 (here)

Pt.2: More tributes

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slytherin-2-mychamber · 2 years

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One Shot: My Girl

- Draco x Slytherin Reader

- set in 6/7th year? (au no voldy)

- Classic they say they are “just friends” Y/N and Draco, a fight at a party set things into motion. Little bit angsty.

- Warning: swearing, underage drinking

- 1.6K words 🖤

- My Masterlist 🖤

It was a cold Saturday morning at Hogwarts, Y/N was sat on the floor by the fire in the Slytherin common room, sipping a tea and nursing her hangover. The night before there had been a huge party in Ravenclaw Tower, everyone had an amazing time dancing and drinking, however now Y/N was left trying to erase certain cringey moments from her memories like Daphne being sick down herself and Blaise getting a little too friendly on the dance floor meaning Y/N had to shove him off. Suddenly her friend Pansy burst into the room, followed by Tracey and Millicent.

“Y/N! There you are!” Pansy exclaimed, bounding across the room and sitting beside her, “Have you heard what happened last night?”

“No, I’ve hardly spoken to anyone yet this morning, why? what’s happened?” Y/N asked.

“Well apparently last night as the party was dying down Blaise and Draco got into a fight” Pansy began,

“A fight? Over what?” Y/N said.

“You!” Pansy replied.

“Me? What, why would they fight over me?” Y/N asked.

“Oh come on Y/N we all see the way Draco looks at you and the way you act around each other. He clearly likes you, and if I’m not wrong you like him too,” Pansy said.

“No no we’ve been over this before, me and Draco, we are just friends” Y/N insisted.

“Tell her what he said Tracey” Pansy prompted, turning to their friend Tracey who had laid herself out across one of the sofas.

“He said and I quote “she’s my girl Blaise so why don’t you back off and stop talking about her like that” and then they started shouting at each other, something about dancing too close to you, and the next thing we all knew Blaise hit Draco right across the face, busted his lip open!” Tracey explained.

“Does that sound like just friends hey?” Pansy asked, raising her eyebrows at Y/N.

“I - I don’t know, he always calls me that, we are just close” Y/N protested “I - I, I need to go and check Draco is okay” she stuttered, rushing to her feet and heading down the corridor to the dorms.

Y/N arrived abruptly outside Dracos door, she had knocked on his door a hundred times before, for help with work, for a laugh, for access to his secret stash of Honeydukes sweets, but this was the first time she had ever been nervous to knock on his door. She took a deep breath and tapped lightly a few times, after hearing a muffled “Come in” from the other side of the door, Y/N entered Dracos room. She stepped into the centre of the dimly lit room where she could just about make out Dracos figured humped over on his bed,

“Draco..are you okay?” Y/N asked timidly, he slowly turned his face towards her and into the light, revealing his scabbed lip and bruised cheek, “Oh my gosh Draco” Y/N gasped, immediately rushing to sit beside him.

“I’ve had better mornings” he replied with a chuckle, Y/N gently ran her thumb across his cheek stopping just at the corner of his lip as their eyes met.

“What happened? Someone said you had a fight with Blaise?” she questioned.

“Nothing, it was just stupid, he was acting like a prick the whole night and then started saying some shit I didn’t like, so I went to tell him what I thought and he flipped out on me” Draco responded.

“What was he saying that you didn’t like?” she asked cautiously, knowing already that it was her who had been the topic of conversation.

“He was - he was talking about you, talking about how you had been dancing and he felt a vibe or something, then he started saying that he was sure he could get you back to his room because you were clearly such - such a slut” he said uncomfortably.

“Ouch, thats nice of him” Y/N said sarcastically, “Well I think that was maybe his bruised ego talking, because I can assure you there were no vibes on my end, and I made that perfectly clear when I shoved him away from me” she laughed.

“Well I’m glad you are okay about it, just boiled my blood so much when I heard him speaking about you in that way, your my..” he paused for a moment “my friend and I care about you.” he added slightly reluctantly.

“Friend?” Y/N’s heart sank a little, she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to make things awkward, “Yeh of course, and I appreciate you defending me, but don’t be going getting anymore cuts or bruises for me ok?” she threw him a wink and a gentle kiss on the cheek, before springing herself of his bed.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” Y/N asked, changing the topic as quickly as she could to avoid the word friend again and her thoughts surrounding it.

“No not yet” Draco responded.

“Well come on then” Y/N said, taking Draco’s hand and pulling him from the bed. The pair then linked arms and strolled up to the Great Hall together, ignoring everyone they walked past, including Pansy and the girls, completely lost in their own conversation.

It had been nearly a week since the party and the incident with Draco. Y/N was sat in class staring out the window finding her mind wandering back to Draco, and not for the first time this week. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt when Draco referred to her as his “friend”, and the more she thought about it the more she knew Pansy was right, she did have feelings for him. Either way, they had never had any conversations about being anything more than friends, so Y/N pushed down her feelings and questions and carried on.

“Y/N” Pansy exclaimed, “Class is over! What are you doing?”

“Oh sorry Pans, I didn’t even notice! Was in my own world” Y/N responded gathering her things and following Pansy out the classroom.

“You’ve been in your own world a lot recently! You okay?” she asked.

“Yeh of course I’m fine!” Y/N replied hesitantly.

“Not thinking about a certain blonde haired Slytherin?” Pansy teased.

“No, no of course not!” Y/N said quickly. Pansy rolled her eyes and chuckled in response.

“One day you’ll tell him how you feel” she said as they rounded the corner to the Great Hall, running straight into Theo and Blaise.

“One day you’ll tell who how you feel Y/N?” Theo asked immediately.

“No one, it’s none of your business Nott” Y/N snapped.

“Is it Goyle?” Theo asked, Y/N shook her head.

“Is it Adrian?” he suggested.

“No and no” Y/N replied, “Can I go now?” she said trying to push past them.

“I know!” Blaise exclaimed, with a mischievous look on his face, “Is it me?”.

“Didn’t I make myself clear at the party Blaise? We are just friends” Y/N replied calmly, trying to ignore his smug grin and her own growing frustration.

“What just friends like you and Malfoy?” he teased, “I wouldn’t mind that kind of friendship, I don’t have any friends I sleep with do you Nott?” he joked winking at Theo, the pair burst out laughing, pushing Y/N over the edge.

“You’re disgusting! We are just friends, that’s all we are! Just friends! Whether I like it or not!” she shouted, feeling her eyes beginning to brim with tears Y/N tore off down the corridor. She was running so fast she didn’t notice Draco who had been stood hiding at the end of the corridor, listening to her conversation. Y/N ran out of the castle and down towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, eventually stopping and leaning against a tree, before her body collapsed into its thick roots and she began to cry. She knew now for sure how she felt about Draco, but even after the fight at the party, he still called her his “friend”, Y/N hated that word, she didn’t want to just be Dracos friend anymore, but she knew the risks if she did tell him and he didn’t feel the same. He was sure to find out soon anyway, she practically just admitted it in front of all her friends. Suddenly her thoughts and tears were interrupted by a soft voice, “Y/N? Are you okay?”.

Y/N looked up to find Draco staring down at her with concern, when he saw her eyes full of tears he immediately threw himself down next to her paying no mind to how dirty his uniform may become.

“What’s wrong?” he asked timidly, cupping Y/N’s face with his hands, beginning to wipe away her tears with his thumb. Y/Ns heart was racing, but she knew she had to say something.

“I - I like you” Y/N blurted out, “as more than just a friend” she added, not even daring to look Draco in the eyes. They sat there for a moment in silence, Y/N began panicking,

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything, my god I’m such a…”

“Y/N!” Draco exclaimed, interrupting her, “I..like you too, a lot, definitely as more than a friend” he chuckled.

“Really?” she asked, slowly looking up to meet Draco’s eyes.

“Really!” he responded, “Your my girl, always have been always will be”.

Butterflies exploded in Y/Ns stomach and her eyes began to trace along his sharp jaw down to his lips. Draco pulled her in lightly, and finally their lips met in a explosive passion, all the tension of the past few weeks melted away and everything finally felt right.

#draco fic #draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter #hogwarts #draco angst #draco x slytherin!reader #slytherin #pansy parkinson #draco x y/n #hogwarts imagines #draco imagine #theodore nott #adrian pucey #dracotok #potterhead

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lilyswh0re · 2 years

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strings - adrian pucey

date: july 22, 2022

summary: adrian and his long term crush

note: inspired by strings by shawn mendes, maybeeee follows the plot of the swan princess *wink wonk*. y/n is a ravenclaw, just bc i love ravenclaws and have so many headcanons about them. race and body type isn’t mentioned but y/n uses she/her pronouns

warnings: angst?? def hurt w no comfort 💀 and adrian being an attention seeker also written from 1 am to almost 3 am so the editing was kept to a minimum

a/n: back on my adrian bs eh oh el (pls yall write for him more, i need it) y’all are gonna hate that ending LMAOO. ion like how this turned out, i might go back thro in a couple days to re-edit this bc jesus christ

a/n n°2: edited tf out of this

tags: @limerenze @loverssfevers @ghostofscarley @dayangestre

“mum, shut that off!” y/n frowned.

“oh baby, it’s cute.” vacations with the pucey’s were always a pain, despite resting in the lush italian countryside. the pucey’s and l/n’s were neighbors and met in hogwarts and having two children around the same time means y/n and adrian were always pushed together. it worked when they were younger, much younger.

which is what her mother was showing off.

a tape of a three year old y/n and adrian, holding hands. partners in crime, or so he thought. in reality adrian was holding her hand and she couldn’t move it (because of the stickiness of melted popsicles gluing them together). she conveniently shuts off the tape right before y/n shoved adrian off of her.

the annual tape showing didn’t stop until their first year at hogwarts.

adrian, as talented as he is at quidditch, never really understood transfiguration; y/n—however—excelled. the ravenclaw common room, which was open to anyone who can solve the riddle, was surprisingly quiet. adrian disturbed that peace. loudly.

“y/n.” he gasped, as he had run from the dungeon to ravenclaw tower, “please…help me with…transfiguration.”

she rolled her eyes, “no.”

“no? why not?” his shoulders dropped. he knew why not, he also knew that bothering her would guarantee her attention.

“i have things to do,” y/n reference the scrolls of parchment laid out in front of her.

“but this will just be quick, i promise.” after a few moments and weighing her options, she agreed to help him, “oh sweet! thank you.” he quickly scurried to sit next to her.

“i’m not helping you now! i don’t have time!” y/n tried pushing him off her seat, “adrian, get off!”

“fine, whenever you have time, let me know. any time that works for you is fine.” his dorky smile was disgusting. he couldn’t believe she agreed to help him.

fifth year brought new hormones and new boyfriends. cedric diggory, hufflepuff quidditch captain and a lovely boy. adrian and him were quite similar, golden boys. her roommates loved poking fun at how she was dating adrian variants just so her mother wouldn’t be right about her and adrian. what fun would it be if her mother had be right all along?

“what does she even see in him?” adrian asks, with his nose wrinkled.

marcus and terence share a glance. terence sighs and puts his fork against his plate, “well, you see…he’s the captain of the hufflepuff team. he’s a prefect, probably going to be headboy—“

“—he didn’t almost set y/n on fire.” miles cuts terence off. graham elbowed him, “it’s true! she had to wear a bandage for a week.”

“she did that to guilt me-“

“it worked,” miles intersected.

“anyways anything he can, i can do better.”

“we don’t doubt that, ade, but—“ adrian lifted his wand, pointing it at the goblet in between cedric and y/n “—what are you doing?” terence groans as he watches the pumpkin juice begin to bubble( suddenly stopping when adrian’s wand is pulled out of his hand and presses into y/n’s.

safe to say, her relationship with cedric didn’t last more than two months.

that summer was emotionally horrible. three failed relationships, all thanks to adrian putting his nose in her business.

y/n spent her days in the grass, absorbing the sun and her nights in the local town square, swaying drunkenly.

unfortunately, she could not go if adrian didn’t go. this was part of their mothers’ plan to grow a relationship between the two.

tonight, y/n decided to take a shot of every type of hard liquor available to her, forcing adrian to take care of her.

“c’mon l/n, let’s go home.” adrian hooked his forearm under her knees and she rolled her head into his shoulder.

as they stumbled back into the l/n family villa, adrian helped her slip out of her shoes and into her bed. she was a giggling mess until the moonlight bled over adrian’s face.

“sometimes, i hate you, ade,” she whispered. her eyes wide with knowledge. “i think you hate me too.”

“i don’t hate you.”

“my friends think you fancy me. i think they’re stupid because you of all people should know that i would never go out with someone who treats me the way you do. i don’t think you realize how many opportunities you’ve ruined for me. i want to like you but you make it impossible.”

“i’m sorry.” adrian was uncharacteristically quiet.

“can you sleep next to me for tonight?” y/n asks, drooling a little bit.

adrian nods, moving around her bed to lay on the other side.

#adrian pucey #adrian pucey x reader #adrian pucey angst #adrian pucey fluff #adrian pucey fanfic #adrian pucey imagine

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year

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For Bad Liar what about Adrian trying to black mail the reader to go to the Yule Ball with him!!!

Huuh... Interesting 👀 I like it! 😏

Headcanons

Bad Liar

#bad liar #fred weasley #adrian pucey #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley series

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cevansbiceps · 2 years

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buoyancy | dramione

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been the best of friends for quite a number of years, now. And Hermione knows that that's all they'll ever be. Because, how could she ever fall for her best friend, when she had a line of such amazing guys slipping in and out of her bed, right? Uh―wrong. Obviously.

⇢ pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger ⇢ rating: pg-15 ⇢ genre: angst | romance | ewe? | friends to lovers!au | ministry of magic!au

⇢ note: just wanted to bring this blog back from the dead. this fic is all over the place - i wrote this literally eight years ago. i was 16 at the time. everyone is extremely ooc here, i’m so sorry.

cross-posted on ao3

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7th October, 2001 The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Ministry of Magic 16.20 hrs

“Well. This is insanity,” Draco's declaration entered the office before he did.

Hermione looked up from the report on the census of Centaurs in her hand. She cocked an eyebrow at the blond. “What is?”

“They've teamed me up with Ronald Weasley. Weasley, Hermione!” He threw his hands up before slumping into a chair across her desk, looking like he wanted to throw up.

Knowing Draco, Hermione believed he probably did.

Ron and Draco teaming up… Merlin, she couldn't wait to see Ron's reaction to this! Or, better put, Ron's outraged tantrum that was sure to come. Oh, dear God. She couldn't contain her amusement.

Draco, meanwhile, sported a permanent scowl, and she eventually had to drop her devious grin. He huffed out a breath, blowing his white blonde fringes off from their position over his forehead. Hermione laughed aloud.

Good God, he was being a child.

“Shut it, Hermione, I'm dying here!” Draco scowled again.

Hermione straightened, clearing her throat. “I'm sorry, I was just imagining Ron's enraged, reddened face, and got carried away. Right. So… details?”

Draco sighed. “We're to be in Honolulu, Hawaii for a week, beginning three days from now. Some idiot has been using the Imperius curse with abandon, every next day, and has something to do with a snake.”

Hermione frowned. Snake?

“Shacklebolt,” Draco continued, “wants a Parselmouth on the team. Now. The entire world knows how Potter's been in a permanent temperamental fit these days. He was immediately warded off the case. But that bloody idiot of a third limb of your Golden Trio was more than willing to grab the opportunity to visit Hawaiian beaches.” He grimaced, clicking his tongue. “And Shacklebolt somehow remembered about my snake Animagus.”

Hermione nodded, frowning as she thought it over.

Despite all the hilarity she found in Ron and Draco teaming up, Hermione knew this wasn't going to work out for the two wizards, at all. And then there were Harry’s “temperamental fits,” as Draco put them, which were an outcome of his wedding to Ginny being less than a month away. Hermione could perfectly understand the stress and pressure that the early processes of becoming a part of the Weasley family entailed. She’d been there, living it herself for over a year, after all.

Coming back into the present when Draco released a grunt of frustration, Hermione channeled her thoughts to the problem at hand.

She was practical enough to know that great friend or not, Draco was still a git. And then there was Ron who had never really gotten over his immature impulsiveness. There was no way the two were getting through this seemingly risky assignment without killing each other.

“Do you want me to do something?” she asked the distressed wizard, tentatively.

Draco looked up, eyes shining bright. “Can you do something, Hermione?”

With a chuckle, Hermione nodded. “I think so. I can, maybe, talk to Percy and he might be able to take care of this.” At his confused expressions, she smiled. “I can ask him to request Shacklebolt to either change your partner, or take you off the case. Whatever you prefer.”

His hands reached across the desk, clutching both of hers, dramatically. She laughed, surprised at his uncharacteristic desperation.

“Please, Hermione, do take me off this case,” he pleaded, looking like he'd beg on his knees if she asked him to.

She rolled her eyes, wrapping her free hand over their joint hands. “Of course, Draco. Give me a day.”

9th October, 2001 Hermione's Apartment 22.05 hrs

Hermione hummed to herself, concentrating on the meticulous task of drying her frizzy hair with a controller Hot Air charm. Well aware of how frizzy her hair could get, she stopped before they'd dried completely and proceeded to wrap herself in a fluffy bathrobe.

She padded out of the bathroom, happily, still basking in the wonders the long, warm lavender bath had done to her.

No sooner had she kept her feet in her room, than she was squeezed in a bone crushing hug. She squealed in alarm, but immediately relaxed when she recognized the mixture of the woody fragrance of a French cologne and sandalwood body wash enveloping her. She'd only ever smelled the combination on one person, these past four years.

“Thanks a lot, Hermione,” Draco mumbled into her hair. “They sent off Pucey on the case.”

Finally being released, Hermione smiled at him. “You're welco…” She trailed off, eyes widening as she processed his words again. “Did you say Pucey? As in Adrian Pucey?”

Draco's face twisted in disdain at the name. This idiot was scornful at every other Slytherin, these days, it seemed. He nodded, though.

Hermione groaned aloud, throwing her hands up. “He's going to kill me!” she cried out.

Adrian Pucey was the guy Hermione had been collecting her guts about bedding, since past three months. They were friends of sorts, and had begun hanging out in loose groups, ever since one of his distant relatives was brought in to arrange things at Harry and Ginny's engagement function.

“And why on earth would he do that?” Draco asked, his voice laden with confusion.

Hermione looked up to find him scowling. She held back a laugh, deciding that Draco's pouty scowls actually made him look cute. She wouldn't dare tell him that, of course. “We're friends, Draco. Why else?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I thought he might have been the number…seven, is it? On that infamous "to-sleep-with” list of yours.”

Hermione could feel her cheeks flaming. “Can you not call me out on that? You were the one who suggested that idea to me!”

Draco looked incredulous. “Hermione! I had suggested you to sleep with more than one person, wench, not make a conquest out of it! And―no, don't give me that look! I'd done that when you pleaded me to show you a way of proving to Ronald Weasley that you could attract attention!”

Hermione bristled. Why was he right?

“Alright. I admit that was what you said. But, but! That happened when you rejected my proposal of fake dating!”

He froze, looking flustered for a lingering moment.

Hermione frowned. What? Draco Malfoy was flustered? No, she was definitely hallucinating.

Draco looked away, then, and raked a hand through his hair.

Hermione's brows shot up. This was a very obvious nervous tick of his. Why was he being nervous?

She got the answer after he huffed out a breath.

“I apologize, okay? I didn't want us to ruin… this… this camaraderie between us.”

She smiled brightly. Neither did she.

But the she stopped smiling, and narrowed her eyes. What noun had he just used?

“Camaraderie? Really, Draco?” Hermione burst out laughing when he gave her another one of his scowls. “We've been best friends for years, now! Not accepting wouldn't make you hate me again. Oh God. It's been almost four years, Draco! Get over yourself and call me a friend, will you?” She wiped off a tear of laughter, slowly coming down from her high.

He flashed her a crooked smile. “It’s hard, munchkin. What with all of our history.”

She winced. “Don't you ever address me with such a cheeky nickname again, Draco Malfoy.”

He smirked. “As you say, cupcake.”

That ferret! How old was he? Twelve? He sure behaved like it.

Well. She could behave like she was, too!

Hermione launched herself at him, just as he darted off across the room and then out of it. She raced after him, all the way up to her dining room. They stood at the opposite ends of the dining table, eventually, panting heavily. He still had a mischievous smile on his face, and she wanted to punch it off, for real.

“Apologize!” she demanded, hands braced against the table while she heaved.

He laughed aloud. “Yeah… I'm deeply sorry… for chasing you around…” he breathed out between heavy panting, the sly glint in his eyes hinting that he knew something she didn't, “when your bathrobe was threatening to slip off your breasts!” And he burst out laughing, again.

She gasped loudly, grasping both the lapels of her bathrobe and clutching them tighter. However, she realised that her dignity was more than properly covered, already, and that the arse had merely been making a fool of her.

“Not that I'd mind, though.” Draco winked at her, making her growl in fury.

“I'm going back and getting sensibly dressed!” she announced through clenched teeth, before turning on her heels and rushing off.

His laughter followed. “But… Conquest number seven, Mister Pucey, missed a bloody show!” His voice kept rising in accordance as she distanced, “He did! Not that you won't―”

She shut the door to her bedroom with a scrunched up nose in his direction. Though, after the door was shut, she smiled. At least one person seemed to support her about Adrian.

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Adrian Pucey from the house of Slytherin

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Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 3310

summary: Your family wants you to marry someone from a rich, prejudiced, pureblood family, unfortunately, the person you love isn’t that.

trigger warnings: kissing, prejudiced purebloods, arranged marriages, mentions of sex, male masturbation, grinding, swearing, the L word, crying, early marriage, the rain

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You didn’t know when exactly did this start, maybe it was when you got paired up in potions when you didn’t even tolerate each other; or maybe it was when he kissed you and you both liked it.

You were sitting in the astronomy tower, it was the dead of night. The soft blanket under you was your second source of warmth from the cold midnight air that was rushing through gusts all around the star surrounded tower. The main accumulation of snugness from your body was caused by the body that was both softly and tightly wrapped around you, Fred Weasley.

You shuffled closer to him as a breeze swept through the skylight classroom, and you felt him pull you completely flush against him. You had a smile on your face as you looked up at him, he had the same smile on his face maybe slightly bigger than yours; as he pressed a light, long kiss on your lips.

Spending time with him has become a habit. It’s been year since he kissed you. You kept no labels on what your relationship was with him, considering your pureblood prejudiced family. You had set up rules for your ‘relationship’ 1. No one can know except for George. 2. No sex. 3. It ends as soon as you get engaged at Christmas.

Your parents have been planning your engagement for many years with Adrian Pucey, it wasn’t fully officiated yet but you knew it was happening the Christmas of your last year, this year.

You didn’t hate Adrian Pucey but you saw him as a brother, he was always protecting you from all the other guys who wanted to just knock you up. You couldn’t imagine him marrying you, you loved him as a sibling not as a husband.

Fred on the other hand, you had agreed with him that this ends in two weeks and you intend to keep it that way; but you couldn’t help but tell him how much you love him every time he kisses you like this.

You laid your head on his chest and thought about your second rule. The only reason you wanted to keep that rule was because you were afraid you’d get too attached to him after that; the problem is that you’re already too attached.

You looked up at him and pressed a rough kiss to his lips as you straddled his hips. You looked up at you wide-eyed as he said nervously “What are you doing, love?”

Butterflies erupted at the nickname as you replied “I want to break rule two.” Your firm statement caught him off-guard; he must have thought this was another one of your very heated makeout sessions that would then lead to him jerking off in the shower while moaning your name. -he would never admit it but you know that’s what happens-

“You sure?” He asked, putting his hands on your hips. You could feel him grow hard under you and you decided to tease him, “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, Freddie?” You grinned your hips against his and you heard him groan at your action.

He looked at you with lust in his eyes as he said “Of course I fucking do, but are you sure?” You nodded as you leaned in to kiss him feverishly, his hands wrapped around hips tighter and pulled you right on his cock. You let out a small moan at the feeling and started tugging his hair as you kissed him harder.

If you were going to get engaged in two weeks to a man you didn’t feel anything but brotherly feelings, you at least wanted to know the feeling of having sex with the one you love. In the Astronomy Tower there was skin on skin and kisses like it would be the last time -which it might- and Fred saying that he loved you.

***

You hadn’t seen Fred since he told you that he loved you, you adored hearing those words from him; but for merlin’s sake you were getting married in ten days. You love him so much, but this was your family and your future.

You wanted to run to him to kiss him forever to tell him ‘I love you I love you I love you I love you.’ but you couldn’t. If your parents ever knew about this not only would it ruin your relationship with your family but it would also cost you your inheritance.

You were on your way to the Potions classroom, you were not ready to see Fred again; despite the fact that you weren’t even partners. The only reason that Fred was taking potions this year was because he would use the skills in making products for his joke shop. The reason that you didn’t know is because he loves seeing your expressions that you have on your face when you focus. He didn’t know a thing about potions but he could ace a test about what you do in potions.

You were grabbed by your hips into an abandoned classroom, you heard the door of the classroom close as you saw Fred incredibly close to you and his hands on your hips rubbing smooth circles on your hip-bone with his thumbs as he did so often.

“I know that you never want to see me again, and that we’re supposed to end this Christmas; because of your family and your future, but I don’t want you to. I know we said no strings attached but I can’t stop loving you. As soon as this year started I tried I swear I tried to not love you but I can’t. I love you so much Y/n and I want you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up with you every morning I want to call you mine and I want everyone to know how much I fucking adore you. Please let that happen.”

“Fred-” You started looking away from him feeling your eyes start to sting, “Please don’t make this harder Fred.”

He lifted one hand from your hip and tilted your chin up to him and you saw his eyes red. “I want you and I want you to be happy and I know that you won’t be happy with Pucey. If I knew you’d be happy with him I wouldn’t have tried to make you stay with me because I care about your happiness much more than I care about mine.”

“Fred, you couldn’t leave your family so why would I have to leave min-” You started but you were cut off by Fred’s voice growing angry and desperate “Because my family doesn’t use the crutatious curse on me for not getting an O and they don’t get me married to someone I see as a sibling.”

A tear spilled from your eye the same time that a tear fell from his. “P-please Fred.” you choked out quietly. “I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated pressing kisses on your lips. “Tell me that you want to marry him and I will let you go I promise.”

Your eyes fell on the floor, you didn’t want to marry him but you just couldn’t do that to Pucey, he wanted to marry a muggle born as he told you before. Not only would you be covering for yourself but you would also be covering your inheritance and for him.

“I can’t stay with you Fred. I’m sorry.” You pulled yourself out of his grasp and started to control the tears that were falling helplessly.

His tears stopped and his face became emotionless as he said “Fine.” roughly and then added “But if you ever need anything, I’m here for you.”

He walked out of the classroom and you fell on the floor crying. You didn’t go to class and as you were told from gossiping whispers neither did Fred.

***

The wedding was in Two days. You were currently lying in bed while Adrian was on his desk doing ministry paperwork. In Christmas you had in fact gotten engaged to him, and you graduated, and secured an internship at St. Mungo’s and you were about to start work as an actual healer in a month.

You had seen Fred around Hogwarts as you knew you would, you couldn’t stop looking at him every time you saw him. You couldn’t help but also notice how much happier he looked without meeting with you. The thought made your heart clench as it always did when you thought of him.

You let out a sigh, as you watched Adrian finish his paperwork and place his quill on top of the papers. “You work too hard, you know that right. We just graduated two months ago.”

“Yeah I know.” He said he got up and sat beside you on the bed. You never slept together in the same bed -unknown to anyone else- you would take turns to sleep on the couch that was in the same room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You replied shortly, sitting up and avoiding his gaze. “Oh come off it, really how are you feeling? The wedding’s in two days.”

“Horrible.”

“Yeah that seems about right.” He replied with a small chuckle trying to add humor into the situation. “You could always go to him, you know.” Adrian had found out about you and Fred the semester after Christmas, always following your sad looks at Fred.

“I can’t do that to you-”

He let out a frustrated sound at your words “you know this isn’t about me anymore.” His parents were put in Azkaban after what happened in the ministry with Voldemort so he was able to do whatever he wanted. You couldn’t go to Fred. He had seemed so happy without you and you didn’t want to make him sad anymore.

“I can’t Adrian, you saw how happy he looked after what happened.”

“I personally think it’s all for show. Considering that who I think is him is waiting outside right now.” He said looking out the window where he saw a Weasley hesitant to ring the doorbell or not.

You rushed down stairs noticing Adrian looking out the window, this was the Pucey manor so your parents wouldn’t know anything. You opened the door seemingly at the same time that he was about to ring the doorbell and it was George Weasley.

“In hindsight, I can tell why you’re married to him.” George said, eyeing the manor. When you were about to tell him that that’s not the reason you married Adrian he waved a hand dismissing your words while saying “I know the story, don’t worry.”

You pressed your lips to a thin line as you motioned for him to step inside. “I heard you’re working in St. Mungo’s congratulations.” He said casually as he walked into the manor.

You curled an eyebrow wondering how he found that out and sensing this he replied looking at you “Fred asks about you a lot, talks about you a lot too. I was starting to think you were an angel considering the way he talks about you.”

You felt a sad feeling flutter in your stomach as you said “I heard your joke shop is going good, that’s great.”

He nodded and said “It has, but Fred hasn’t. Let’s just skip the pleasantries and get to the important part. You’re getting married in two days and considering how awful Fred’s been, he’ll be in a cave of sadness when you get married. Do you love Pucey?”

You shook your head finding no reason in denying it anymore “Then why are you still here? You won’t be covering up for Pucey considering his imprisoned parents and you won’t be mending any relationship with your parents either since it’s been broken a long time ago. As for your money, you’re going to be working as a healer in the biggest wizarding hospital. So why are you still here?”

“Fred just looks so much happier without me and I didn’t want to ruin that.” You said sadly, not believing yourself considering what George just said about Fred being miserable.

“If that’s the only thing holding you back then just know if you thought he was happy after Christmas then you’re so wrong. You should see the way he was when you were meeting up. He was chanting all around the Burrow that he’s in love and it was honestly sickening as Ron would put it. Mom didn’t even care that she didn’t know who he was in love with, she was just happy for him. You should also know that he was preparing to give you this, if you know the engagement hadn’t happened.” He walked up closer to you and handed you a small box and a letter. “I best get going now, you know, for the shop.”

He left the manor and apparated away and you sat down on one of the chairs as you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/n,

Hello my love, I want to tell you that I thinking of doing something insanely stupid. I always told you how I personally didn’t want to get married before I turned at least Twenty, but then I met you. I love you, and I want to take every last breath of my life while I’m with you. I still don’t want to get married right now, but I still want you to know that someday I will marry you. The only reason I wrote this letter is because I’d probably be too awkward saying this in front of you, George is the one with the open feelings, not me. I promise I will always want to be with you and I hope you never doubt that for a second.

I love you,

Fred.

You could see the tear stains on the letter and at the point when you finished reading the letter you couldn’t tell if the stains were from you or from Fred. You reluctantly opened the box and found a ring inside, a promise ring. You let out a choked sob and you heard Adrian rushing down the stairs. He read the letter and looked at the box in your hand and then hugged you tightly.

***

The next day was spent with you crying and Adrian comforting you. “I think you should go to him.” He said as he held you tightly after you finished crying for the millionth time as it seemed.

“Do you think I really should? Wouldn’t he be mad?”

“For merlin’s sake Y/n! He wouldn’t be mad, he’d be thrilled. You read the letter and you saw the ring. What more do you want?!” He said loudly shaking you as if he was hyping you up for a quidditch game.

“Okay I’ll go.” You said with a small smile on your face. “What about you? Will you be cancelling the wedding?” You said as you started to get up. A smirk was on his face as he said “I don’t need to cancel the wedding, just need to change the bride.”

*Fred’s Pov.*

There was a knock on the door when he was sitting on the couch thinking about how the person that he loves is getting married in less than 24 hours.

He got up reluctantly to go open the door, George was out on a date with Angelina; so he wouldn’t open the door like he usually would have.

When he opened the door he saw you standing there with your hair and clothes wet, from the rain he didn’t even notice was there and your eyes blood-shot. Probably resembling his, he thought. After a few seconds of shock passed he asked “What are you doing here?”

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater as you said looking at the floor in a small voice “I love you.” He felt his heart skip several beats and his stomach fluttered but his face remained emotionless as you looked up at him.

“Why now?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and heart still leaping. You held out a familiar letter and box that were restrained with your tears instead of his. His breath caught in his throat when he took them from your hand, fingers brushing lightly.

“I love you and I want you to be with me.” You said looking at him. He resisted the urge to bring you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe just to do it again. “What about Pucey and the wedding?”

“There’s still going to be a wedding just that he’s not going to get married to me.” He raised an eyebrow at your statement. “Tomorrow is going to be the wedding of Adrian and Audrey almost Pucey, about time.” You said with a small smile on your lips and you let out a chuckle.

He couldn’t resist the smile that found its way on his face when you smiled. “Fred, I’m sorry that I didn’t do this sooner. I just- you looked so happy after Christmas that I thought that you’d be better off without me.” You added your face serious again as you looked up at him meekly, eyes stinging; you hated how much you cried lately.

He cupped your face with both his hands as he leaned down to reach your height and said “I’d never be better off without you. I love you, how can I be better off without someone I love?”

He kissed you softly and then you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly as you cried in his arms from both how sad you were without him and how happy you are now. He hugged you back just as tightly and let you inside the apartment and he wrapped your legs around him as he sat you both on the couch. You kissed him and said “I love you so much Fred.”

“I adore you, love.” Your stomach fluttered at the familiar nickname and he pressed kisses all over your face and repeated an ‘I love you.’ between each one. You felt yourself laugh between your happy tears, He brushed away all your tears with his thumbs. “I can’t stand seeing you cry, and we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. We can’t have such a pretty face crying a day before a wedding.”

You laughed once again as you kissed him deeply, “Fred, let’s break rule number two again, please?” He kissed you again just after he said “I thought you’d never ask.”

When you fell on Fred’s bed you put your finger on his lips and said “We can’t stay up late, we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. Okay?”

Fred nodded seemingly not interested in your words as he was kissing your neck. He let out a hum and said “Less talking, more kissing.” You laugh at his statement and you spent the entire night doing exactly that and a lot more shagging. You ended up being late for the wedding, but Adrian didn’t mind seeing the happy smile on your face.

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