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H. POTTER X F!READER

Synopsis: Harry Potter falling more and more in love with y/n Weasley.

Word Count: 10k

Second year:

The flight had been rather calm. For a fourteen-year-old, Fred had been driving quite well, a little wobbly at times, but not something that had made George, Ron, or Harry freak out. It had been dark when the flying blue car had suddenly appeared outside Harry's window. The three Weasley brothers had shown up at just the right time, helping him get out of 4 Privet Drive. Harry knew that his aunt and uncle would not have done what they did if it weren't for that elf. Dobby. But now he was away from there, and Fred had just landed the car outside a house that was built as if with time, more rooms had been built on it, adding on to the height.

As they entered, Harry was hit by a domestic feeling. The house is homely. As they entered the house and entered the kitchen, Harry noticed how each chair was unique. Even the cabinets were an assortment of different styles. The water at the sink was running and a pan was being washed by nothing. It was a spell.

Harry continued into the house and stopped at a clock-like thing where he could see pictures of all the Weasley siblings he'd met. The three pictures of Ron, George, and Fred moved from standing on "Lost" to "Home". The green-eyed boy scanned it and could even spot the three other siblings' pictures on the clock. Percy, Ginny, and y/n all pointed to "bed". Signalling that the other three were still asleep just at this moment. His eyes stayed a bit longer on the picture of y/n before he turned to what was left of the living area. In an armchair, it was as if someone was invisible and knitting, a pair of tapestry needles moving and knitting something Harry had no idea of what.

"It's not much, but it's home." Ron said this while chewing on a cookie from the table.

"I think it's brilliant," Harry breathed and looked up in amazement. Still in awe of it all.

The quiet and peaceful feeling soon left, however, as it felt as if his soul had left his body when Molly Weasley appeared out of nowhere.

"Where have you been?" She exclaimed at her sons, but quickly softened on seeing Harry for a split second. "Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear."

Ron, George, and Fred looked down as Molly continued. "Beds are empty. No note. Car gone. You could've died. You could have been seen. Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear. "

"They were starving him, mum, and put bars on his window!" Ron protested, and Harry nodded along with his friend.

"Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley." Fred and George, behind Ron, pulled faces at what their mum said. "Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast."

Harry had piled a good amount of food onto his plate just as rapid footsteps bombarded down the stairs of the house, making Harry turn his head. "Mummy, have you seen my jumper?"

It was Ginny, or well, her real name was Ginerva, but it was George who had come up with Ginny since she didn't like her name. "Yes, dear, it was on the cat." Molly answered.

When Ginny came face to-face with Harry, she smiled a little mischievously, but was still in shock that he was there. But Harry simply smiled at the youngest Weasley. "Hello,"

Within seconds, Ginny bombarded up the stairs again, giggling as Harry and Ron gave her confused looks, but Fred and George snickered at Ginny. "y/n!!" They could hear the younger girl call for her older sister, making Fred and Geroge almost burst out laughing right there and then.

"W-what did I do?" Harry asked, confusion flooding his voice whilst taking a bite of his food.

"Ginny. She's been asking about you all summer. It's kind of annoying actually. " Ron said to his raven-haired friend.

Then someone came walking down the stairs of the house once more, but this time not with the same rushed tempo but a rather calm one. And to Harry's delight, the footsteps belonged to the one girl he was just as ecstatic to meet again as he had been with Ron. Her voice was what broke the silence at the table. "Mum! Can you tell Ginny to quit being a little gremlin?" y/n's voice had gone from pitchy to a more even one over the summer, from what Harry could hear.

"Oh, what is she doing now?" Molly asked just as it seemed y/n stepped down from the last step of the stairs.

"She isn't shutting up about...Harry?" y/n cut herself off as she turned the corner and saw Harry sitting on Charlie's chair beside Ron. Now this was strange. Weren't they supposed to meet him on the train?

"Hello." Harry smiled at the girl. She had clearly grown quite a bit over the summer. Even from where he sat, Harry could see she had gotten a bit taller. She wore long pyjama bottoms and a long-sleeved shirt, clearly having just gotten up. Harry didn't know it then, but his cheeks felt so hot because of the fact that he was slightly flustered. But how was a twelve-year-old supposed to know that?

y/n still stood glued to her place by the stairs, squinting at Harry, who furrowed his brows in confusion at her. Her eyes then travelled between the two twins, who seemed to be having a hard time breathing and then over to Ron. She didn't even bother to look over at Percy. She knew he had been sound asleep, judging by how out of it he looked.

Just as she was supposed to ask her brothers, however, it was Arthur Weasley walking through the door that stopped her. "Morning, Weasleys!"

"Morning, dad!" All the Weasley siblings greeted their dad, and Harry chimed in with a lower 'Hello' but still a smile on his face.

Arthur walked up and hugged y/n since she was the only one standing up and then just gently pushed her to go and sit down, which she did. "What a night, nine raids! Nine! "

"Raids?" Harry turned to Ron and y/n who had sat down beside her one-year-younger brother.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the misuse of muggle artefacts office." Ron explained it to his friend as Arthur hugged Molly behind them."

"Dad loves muggles, thinks they are fascinating." y/n joined in with a smile, and Harry was slightly confused by the work Mr. Weasley did, but most new things in the wizarding world were confusing.

"Well, now." But Arthur stopped at seeing Harry as he sat down by the table. "And who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter." He said, which made Arthur's eyes go just a little wide looking at the boy.

"God, Lord, are you really?" Arthur breathed. "Well, Ron and y/n's told us all about you, of course. When did he get here? "

Harry glanced over at y/n who was looking at her mum to hear how he got there. "This morning, your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night." Molly told, making both Arthur and y/n look at her with wide eyes.

"Did you really? How'd it go? " Arthur asked bewildered with a smile. To try to explain it, all the boys started talking about it to the man, but Molly made them all shut up when she hit her husband's shoulder.

"I mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys, very wrong of you."

"So that's what you sneaky little gits were doing!" y/n said pointedly at her brothers. Harry smiled to himself as Fred, George, and Ron all looked down a little.

"Well, you looked so peaceful when sleeping," George started.

"Besides, didn't you tell us just yesterday to let you sleep?" Fred asked to make an argument start between the twins and y/n. Harry and Ron shake their heads but still smiling. Arthur then asking Harry about rubber ducks.

——

Harry let out a deep breath of air as the memory of Tom Riddle was destroyed. In his hand he still held the basilisk's tooth, which was now bloodied along with his hand from stabbing the diary with it. The diary, which had once been intact with a black leather cover, was now completely destroyed by the vicious stabbings Harry had delivered to it.

He sat back, just as y/n's eyes opened. Her pulse had, without Harry's knowing, gone back to a more even one every time he stabbed the diary. Her eyes were wide as she breathed deeply, letting the oxygen enter her lungs and make her more and more stable.

Harry looked over at the girl as she began to sit up slowly, pushing herself up from her back with her arms. She was clearly very disoriented as she looked around to find herself in the Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherin's secret creation.

"y/n?" Harry caught her attention, holding his hurt arm. y/n turned and found Harry sitting there; dirt and grime had stuck to his face and clothes. A few splashes of blood from the basilisk here and there.

"Harry," She breathed, clearly still a bit out of it, but soon started to apologise. "It was me, but I swear, I didn't mean to. Riddle made me. I just found the diary in Ginny's cauldron when we left Flourish and Blotts and... Harry, you're hurt. "

y/n had cut her explanation and apology off at seeing the boys' arm. He quickly covered it. Even though he knew she was a year older, she seemed very confused and scared just there and then. As if she wasn't already one of the smartest of her siblings. "Don't worry. y/n, you need to get yourself out. Follow the Chamber and you'll find Ron."

It was just then that the screech of Fawkes echoed through the chamber, the red phoenix standing out against the dark and gloomy place. Fawkes lands between the two, and he makes his way up to Harry. Seeming to look at him with sad eyes.

"You were brilliant, Fawkes. I just wasn't quick enough." Harry told the Phoenix, through gritted teeth, the pain was still very intense in his arm.

Fawkes took a look at Harry before leaning his head down towards the boy's arm. Tilting his head, tears, shockingly, fell from Fawkes' eyes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And with that, the circular wound from the basilisk bite was just a memory that had vanished with smoke. y/n's eyes went wide as she just stared at Harry's arm.

"Of course, Phoenix tears have healing powers. Thanks. " Harry thanked the phoenix. It's alright, y/n. It's over, it's just a memory. "

y/n's shoulders went from tense to relaxed. It was over. But this year, y/n had not been there to help through it all, she had caused it all, a burden that would loom over her for years to comeBut Harry couldn't help but crack the smallest of smile at seeing the girl alive again instead of dead like others pressured her to be. He knew how relieved her siblings and parents would be to see her alive again, and just as she looked up at Harry, he had to look away for a second. His cheeks were slightly warm under her gaze, and he had a boyish smile on his face.

Oh sweet little Harry, he really had no clue what all these feelings meant.

Third year:

The weather had gotten worse during the train ride to Hogwarts. The sky had grown dark and gloomy, with clouds covering the better part of it. Harsh drops of rain thundered against the window of the train. Sliding down the glass as if the drops of water were competing to see who could be the fastest.

Inside the compartment, it was luckily warm. Harry was talking about everything with Sirius Black that Arthur had told him just before they left for the platform. Ron sat with Scabbers and Hermione on the left side of the compartment, all while y/n sat beside Harry on the right one with Crookshanks having crawled up in her lap. By the window on the right side, sat an unknown man to the four. He was sound asleep. He wasn't snoring, but he hadn't moved an inch in response to the four talking.

"Let me get this straight. Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban to come after you?" Ron asked, slightly horrified at the thought.

"Yeah," Harry simply answered.

"But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him. " Hermione said.

"Sure,"

"Except, no-one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he is a murderous, raving lunatic." Ron added after his sister attempted to reassure him. y/n gave him a 'really' look as she petted Crookshanks.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry thanked him sarcastically.

The train suddenly started to stop, breakes screeching. The sudden stop made all four tense, and Crookshanks quickly jumped over and curled up beside Hermione. Harry had reached out to steady himself at the stop and happened to lay his hand on top of y/n's. It made her turn her head quickly and just glance at it, making Harry quickly remove his hand.

"Why are we stopping?" Hermione asked with confusion. "We can't be there yet."

When Harry had recovered from his embarrassing move just seconds before, he stood up. He opened the door to the compartment and looked outside to see if he could get any idea of what was wrong. It seemed other students at Hogwarts had the same idea, as Harry could see fellow schoolmates doing just like him. But when the train shook vigorously, it caused the green-eyed boy to get thrown back into his seat inside the compartment as the compartment door closed. y/n squeaked as Harry stumbled back and moved out of his way. Pressed up against the wall of the compartment door.

"What's going on?" Ron looked around.

"Dunno. Maybe we've broken down. " Harry suggested it to the other three, but the lights went out just as he said so. Hermione and Y/N gasped as they looked up at the newly turned off lights.

"Ouch Ron, that was my foot." Hermione huffed at the Weasley boy who had moved to look out the window. Pressing his face against it and trying to just get a glimpse of what it might have been that caused the sudden stop. The light suddenly flickers on again.

"There's something moving out there."

y/n looked towards her brother, and her face held just the slightest bit of fear. Harry turned to her and saw the look. Her brows were pulled into a frown as she bit on her lip whilst looking from the window out into the hallway.

"I think.. someone's coming on board," For a second time, the lights had gone out and the train shook again.

The water on the window slowly started to freeze, frost painting it in various designs as it moved eight over where Ron's had been placed. The water bottle, along with the door window, began to freeze. It went from being warm to cold in a matter of seconds. Their breaths could be seen as they fogged into the air.

Harry began to rub his hands together to try and warm up, glancing at y/n who hugged herself. He reached out and put a hand on the girl's arm as he could still see her worried expression.

"Bloody hell! What's happening? " Ron asked as the train shook once more. All four teens had to reach down and steady themselves.

A tall shadow moved outside the compartment. It was cloaked as they could see something waving in the wind that the shadow had seemingly dragged with it. Moving slowly. All four of them were quiet as the only thing heard inside the compartment was their wavering breaths.

The shadow, or whatever creature it was, stretched out a bony looking hand, and without touching the door, it started to open. y/n, who sat closest to the door, wore a scared face as she moved from it and happened to move just a little too much so that she bumped into Harry. He didn't even bother that, but she moved from sitting shoulder to shoulder but still close to him. A slight fear takes over his mind.

The cloaked creature had fully opened the compartment door and now looked between all four friends. Crookshanks hissed at it as the only thing except it's cloak being seen was a black hole, like a mouth. It breathed deeply though.

The creature turned to the left side of the compartment where Harry, y/n and the man whose last name was Lupin sat. They all looked at it as if something had suddenly happened. It was just a matter of seconds before Harry started to grow pale, the creature moving closer to the boy who lived. y/n turned to Harry and shook his hand to get him out of it, but just as she did, the man beside Harry jumped up and a bright light was emitted from his wand. And then, Harry was out like a light.

When he came again, the train whistled loudly in his ears. The darkness that had consumed him for a few minutes was fading. "Harry? Harry, are you alright?" It was y/n.

He opened his eyes, and they hurt at the bright light from the compartment. He looked around, squinting as the world was a blurry mess for him. But as he looked around, he found his glasses being held out to him.

"Thank you." Harry took them from whoever it was and put them on. Finding it was y/n sitting on the floor in front of Ron and Hermione, smiling a little but still her brows were furrowed. Right by where his head had been, Crookshanks laid and looked up at him as he sat. Hermione, who sat close to Ron, a man who had to be Lupin sat, a calm smile on his face.

"Here eat this, it'll help. It's alright, it's chocolate. " The man held out a piece of chocolate for Harry to take, and he reluctantly took it. Looking weirdly at the man.

All four of them looked at Harry while he sat up and glanced over at the compartment door where the creature had been earlier. Finding it empty and back to normal. "Wha... what was that thing?" He asked, turning to the older man.

"It was a dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train for Sirius Black. " Mr. Lupin said, staring at his feet. "If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver."

y/n moved Crookshanks over to Hermione's lap and sat herself down by the window, right next to Harry. "Eat, you'll feel better." Mr. Lupin said as he left.

Harry nibbled on the piece of chocolate, staring off to the side whilst trying to make sense of it all. "What happened to me?"

"Well, you sort of went ruched. We thought maybe you're having a fit or something. " Ron's voice carried concern for his friends as he spoke.

"And.. and did either of you three, you know, pass out?" Harry looked between the three.

"No. I felt weird though, like I'd never be cheerful again." Ron answered.

"But someone was screaming, a woman." Harry looked at Hermione, then y/n, who both shook their heads.

"No one was screaming, Harry." Hermione answered for both, and he looked out the window to see the rain still pouring down.

——

The match against Hufflepuff had been going quite well. y/n, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had been making loads of goals as chasers during the time they had been playing. Harry had to admit that the three girls were, without doubt, a good trio. Fred and Geroge had been doing their best to keep buldger away from the three girls, along with Harry. At times, the twins would focus on just one of the players to keep them secure from the Gryffindor team. Oliver Wood keeps on doing his thing. Keeping the quaffle away from being scored, though the yellow team had made a few goals.

Even through the wind and rain, Harry had heard Lee Jordan's commentary on the game. For some reason, he had grown a bit jealous of the commentator. Why? Well, it was quite simple. Lee was the only close friend except the Weasley siblings, Harry, and Hermione that y/n was friends with.

What Harry had understood, y/n, had been sticking out when she started at Hogwarts in 1990, the year before he did. The others just froze her out of anything that had caused Fred and Geroge to let her be with them and their friends. Leading to y/n and Lee Jordan being close friends. Maybe it was the whole linking arms thing Harry hated? Or maybe how Lee would just listen to y/n without even looking away, reminding Harry of how he looked at her.

Even now, as he had been racing around the quidditch stadium for the Golden Snitch, Harry couldn't help but feel jealousy bubble inside him when Lee had commented on y/n scoring a goal. He had to shake it off, but only for a split second before resuming his pursuit of the golden little devil. Harry looked down to see y/n having just flown past Fred and Geroge, who had cought up to their sister and was protecting her as she had the quaffle but soon passed it on to Alicia.

A second later, gold flashed before Harry's face, and in a matter of milliseconds, he flew right to where he saw it fly off. Cedric Diggory, captain of the Hufflepuff team and seeker, quickly followed after Harry. When they flew right past Ron and Hermione, Harry could hear Hermione cheering him on.

Harry and Cedric raced for the snitch, going further and further up into the sky. Right now, Harry was grateful to Hermione, who had cast an impervius charm on him and y/n, making it easier for both of them to see in the pouring rain.

A bolt of lightning then hit Cedric's broom as they had reached far up, almost to the clouds. It made the seeker freeze and start to fall down. Harry does not care one bit and continues further up to catch the snitch and win the game. But slowly, his broom began to freeze as an umbrella blew past him. But something more blew past him too. A cloaked thing.

It was not until he looked in front of himself properly that Harry saw the dementor that had flown past him. Quickly ducking it, Harry immediately started flying up, being chased by the dementor as one more joined in and more and more. When he reached a certain height, Harry let out a breath and stopped his broom from going further, letting himself fall down. He fell past a few dementors before diving at full speed with his nimbus. He then had to stop, however, seeing the sight below him.

Hundreds of dark-cloaked dementors flew around below him. Their faces were dark and empty as they looked at him. The rain was still pouring down and drenching him. When he was about to dive again, he just turned his head and came face to-face with one. The dementor made him lose consciousness and fall. The last thing he heard was the woman screaming once more.

"He looks a bit peaky. Doesn't he? " Harry could hear Ron's voice above him.

"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over a hundred feet. " George told his younger brother.

"Yeah, come on, Ron, let's walk you up the astronomy tower," Fred started.

"See what you look like." Geroge finished just as Harry began to open his eyes.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry spoke up and smiled, hearing all the others chuckle. This includes Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, the twins, Ron, Angelina Johnson, Hermione, and y/n. Or well, Hermione just let out a breath of air.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione's asked as Harry began to sit up and squinted to see as well as he could.

"Really, 'Mione?" y/n had her hands on Hermione's shoulders as she pointed out how foolish that question sounded.

"Oh, brilliantly." Harry remarked sarcastically to Hermione as y/n handed him his glasses. Giving her a shy smile as thanks.

"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." George said seriously, while sitting down beside Harry's bed in the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Now Fred and George would have laughed if they were not around Harry, as he looked over at y/n while asking that.

"Well, you fell off your broom." Ron stupidly tells as if he thinks Harry was a complete idiot.

"Really?" Harry once more spoke with sarcasm, which made y/n have to hold herself from laughing. "I meant the match, who won?"

y/n glanced over at a Hufflepuff student being taken care of, and it seemed that it made Harry catch on as he sighed in annoyance. But Hermione was quick to try and save the day. "Uhm, no one blames you, Harry. The dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he'd saved you, he sent them straight off."

Harry looked off to the side and earned a squeeze on the shoulder by y/n, silently telling him it was fine. He didn't say a word, but if y/n had looked close enough, she would have noticed the red tint that had painted his cheeks at her action.

"There's, uh, something else you should know too, Harry uhm," Harty looked at Ron, who held something wrapped in his arms. "When you fell your broom, it sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and, uh, well, it's uh.."

Harry only sighed harder when Ron showed him his broken broom. He knew that he would have to find another broom for the rest of the season until he could buy himself a new one. It was all so annoying. If Harry hadn't gotten so affected by the dementors, then he would have surely coughed up the snitch and made Gryffindor win. In his head, he cursed himself for being so affected and all.

It was clear to Fred that the boy wasn't in the mood to have people around him, so he began to usher the others away. "Come on guys, enough staring; he's not a muggle TV."

All the others, except y/n, Hermione and Ron, left. The three just stood there and watched as Harry stared up at the ceiling. But y/n who had glanced towards the door of the hospital wing could see no one else but Lee Jordan standing there. He waved at her, and she waved back. Having promised to help Lee and her brothers with a prank on the Ravenclaws later.

She turned back at Harry, who had a blubbering Ron above him, profusely apologising for his broom. y/n shook her head at her brother and patted his shoulder. "Oh, calm down, Ron. Harry knows you couldn't help it. No need to rile yourself up. "

"Exactly." Hermione agreed. "It is the dementors' fault for being inside the grounds in the first place."

"And it was the Whomping Willows' fault for the broom. I swear that tree is absolutely mad. " y/n added, making Harry feel better as Hermione and Ron laughed at her comment. which was, in fact, very true. The Whomping Willow was very strange and just absolutely mad. Not really the safest tree on the school grounds.

"Anyway, don't beat yourself up, Harry." y/n walked to the end of his bed and placed a hand on his leg with a sincere smile. "We'll beat Slytherin in our next match when Malfoy doesn't have a 'broken' arm. I've got to go, but I'll see you three later. "

With a last smile, y/n had walked away from the trio and over to Lee, who had been waiting. Harry's gaze followed her as she walked over to the referee. Something inside him was bubbling, making him look away from y/n, walking off with the older boy.

Maybe that was why she'd never liked him. Harry was a year younger, but he knew that not many girls would choose someone younger. He looked down at his hands. His pale face got painted a crimson colour right across his cheeks. It almost matched his quidditch jumper.

Hermione looked at Harry strangely, then over to where y/n had disappeared. She thought back to how it was as if Harry almost always sought to know what the older girl thought of something or how she was doing. A grin then broke on the bushy-haired girl's face, unable to keep her laugh in as she came to her conclusion.

It made the redhead beside her turn and give her a confused look, then she looked over at the ravenhaired boy, who had no idea what Hermione was laughing at. "What? What got you laughing like a lunatic? " Ron asked, but Hermione didn't answer, a few tears escaping her eyes from laughing.

"Hermione, what?" Harry also asked. This time, Hermione whined her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"No, it's just... you know what, it doesn't matter."

Oh boy, oh boy, had Hermione just won the lottery in figuring something out?

Fourth year:

Harry had really been dumb enough to think that his fourth year would be a normal year. He should have understood that this year wouldn't be any calmer than the last three when he had all those nightmares over the summer. Then at the Quidditch World Cup, both the dark mark were cast and the death eaters destroyed the fun. He really should have taken all of that as a sign that this year wouldn't be calm. even when the Triwizard tournament was announced.

But still, here he was. Almost three months into the school year, pacing back and forth in the Champions tent. Waiting for the first task to start. Harry was oblivious to the sympathetic looks he earned from Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour of the Beauxbatons Academy. Victor Krum, from Durmstrang Institute, is focused on himself.

How Harry had entered into this was beyond him. However, it appeared that people did not understand that he was not interested in the eternal glory that this tournament would bring. He was already known around the world as the boy who lived. If he just said his last name, everyone knew who he was, which he didn't exactly love.

"You really think I believe you'd want to put your life at risk when a dark wizard is already out for you?"

What she had said, what y/n had said, played over and over in his head. Once more, she showed that she understood him. She was at least intelligent enough to know and notice how much Harry hated the attention he already got for just being himself.

The roar of a dragon made everyone in the Champions' tent look towards where the arena supposedly was. Harry shook his head, and when he met eyes with the Hufflepuff boy, he nodded at him before continuing to pace around.

"Psst!" Harry whipped around at the sound with furrowed brows. "Pssst!"

He walked over towards the back of the tent and listened in. It seemed whoever was there noticed someone else was on the other side, and soon they spoke up. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah." He answered, y/n. Her voice calmed him down at least a little. Knowing she trusted him had made it a tad bit easier.

"How are you feeling? Okay?" She didn't get an answer. Only a low sigh. "The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to—"

"Battle a dragon." Harry stated bluntly, however, when y/n began to scurry around on the other side, it only took her a second before she hugged him. A low whimper left her as she was scared for the boy.

It took him a second to steady himself as y/n had her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him close. But he didn't waste a second in hugging her back, making sure to take the opportunity since they never really hugged like that.

It was the bright flash and click of a camera that made the both of them let go. Both of the teens looked over to where the flash came from, only to find Rita Skeeter. The same journalist who had written the overly exaggerated Harry page in The Daily Prophet. "Young love," The woman sighed dramatically.

"How... stirring." Rita's appearance in the champion tent made all the other champions turn and watch. "If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page."

"You have no business here." Viktor Krum appeared behind Rita, an irritated look on his face. "This tent is for champions and friends."

y/n was relieved as she had talked with Viktor on one occasion earlier with Hermione. He happened to not know where the potions class was and asked the two girls for directions. And, maybe, he had been flirting with Hermione then.

"No matter, we've got what we wanted." Another photo of Viktor and Rita disappeared.

Just as Harry turned to ask y/n something, Dumbledore appeared from the back entrance where y/n too had come from. Barty Crouch was behind him. "Good day, champions. Gather 'round please."

Harry moved to stand next to Dumbledore, and y/n, who had no idea of what to do, only grabbed a hold of Harry's wrist. One hand held his sleeve and the other interlocked with his hand. It was hard for the boy to concentrate, but he did his best, holding the Weasley girls' hands gently.

"Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived, a moment only four of you can fully appreciate." y/n looked at Dumbledore as he spoke, still holding onto Harry.

When he was done, however, Dumbledore noticed that something was wrong and looked over at y/n who stood beside him with Harry. The girl looked away from the headmasters, embarrassed. "What are you doing here, Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore curiously asked.

"Oh, um, sorry. I'll just go. " y/n shot a look at Harry as she backed away, relaxing her hold on his hand and quickly sliding out of the tent. causing Harry to look back, slightly perplexed, at the look he received from the older students

Blimey.

——

Harry watched from afar as The Weird Sisters finished the song, all the students at the Yule Ball cheered and stopped dancing.

Just like everything this year, the Yule Ball has not gone much better for Harry than anything else. Even though he wanted to ask y/n he chickened out and tried to ask other girls, but did the same there. Then when he decided that he needed to ask y/n to the ball, he got to hear from the twins that she already had a date. Which he tried to know who it was but y/n refused to tell him.

So now he's sitting there at the ball. He ended up going with Parvati Patil, who had ditched him for a Durmstrang guy, someone older. And Harry now knew who y/n had gone with. Of course, it was Lee Jordan. When he had walked into the great hall for the champions to dance, the green-eyed boy had spotted y/n with Lee.

Just as The Weird Sisters had stopped playing, Harry could spot y/n who had been dancing all night, giving Lee a hug before making her way out of the sea of students. She was beautiful, and Harry hadn't expected anything else. She had a silk dress like many other girls, but hers was the most beautiful to Harry. Her hair done to suit her and a pair of heels.

"I'm leaving." From beside Harry, Ron grumbled, standing up and downing the last of his drink. "You coming?"

"I'll be a bit longer," Harry said, and Ron just shrugged his shoulders before leaving. Clearly not in the mood to see Hermione happy with Viktor, she danced on and on.

Just as Harry turned back to find y/n he saw her walking towards him. When she knew she had cought his attention she pulled a overdramaticly pained face. It made Harry raise his brows in question and when the girl was close enough she sat down on a chair next to him.

"Ouch." She groaned. "Remind me to never dance in heels again." With that she kicked off her shoes and sighed in relife.

"Can't be that bad." The statement earned Harry a slap on the shoulder. Causing him to chuckle at y/n as she got comfortable beside him.

It then got quiet. Harry thought about what to say or ask next. He cast a gaze over his shoulder to see Lee Jordan chatting with Fred and George. Angelina sat by Fred's side as the four older students chatted away. "So, you and Lee, huh?"

It took y/n off guard as she whipped her head vigorously towards Harry with a scrunched up face. "Lee, no, ew. What makes you think me and him are someone? "

"Sorry. I just thought, you know, you went here with him. " y/n and Harry were both flustered. Harry because of his assumption and y/n of how quickly she had denied liking Lee in that way.

"That's because of Fred and George. I didn't have a date and neither did Lee, so they suggested we go together. " y/n explained. "Now, don't get me wrong, I love Lee. He's a close friend of mine and all. But this all he is to me, a friend. Plus, Lee isn't exactly the kind of guy that goes after his best friend's little sister."

Harry felt completely and utterly dumb. So for the past year and a half, he had gone around thinking that y/n liked Lee and Lee liked her. But, it turned out, he still had a chance.

"Oh, okay."

"Well, don't you sound happy?" y/n joked, shaking his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Anyway, your date left you. Did you screw up that badly or is your charm just not working, Potter? "

"Haha, very funny."

They both laughed, not saying anything more. But y/n sighed, bending down and putting in her heels again, making Harry look at her with suspicion as she smoothed out her dress. Turning to Harry, she held out her hand for him to grab, but only earned an even more confused face from the boy.

"Now I won't accept a no. Come on, let's dance." Knowing full well that she wouldn't accept a no, Harry grabbed her hand and, with a smile on his face, let her pull him along to dance.

"One sickle that he confesses first." Fred challenged his twin as they watched the two from afar.

"Two sickles that she confesses first and before she leaves Hogwarts." Geroge shot back at Fred.

"Okay, two sickles that he confesses first."

"Are you two seriously betting on which of your sister and Harry will confess first?" Angelina questioned. The two brothers shared a look before shrugging.

"Okay, then I want two sickles if she confesses first before she leaves Hogwarts and kisses him at the same time." Lee added.

Angelina frowned and sighed, "Oh my god."

Fifth year:

"Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus!" Harry encouraged as Dumbledore's army were in the room of requirement. Harry was teaching them all to produce a patronus charm, though he warned all of them that not every wizard or witch could produce one, so if they were unable to, they shouldn't beat themselves up about it.

Harty walked around and watched as all the students in the army tried to produce their patronuses. Some stood and thought about what happy memories they had as others went straight to try and cast the charm. It was hard. "A full-bodied patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally as useful against a variety of opponents."

Harry explained as he walked around. Gratifying Ginny when she produced a unicorn that ran around in the air. It was hard to teach, though. If Dolores Umbridge hadn't taken over as Defense against Dark Arts teacher, they would all have learnt these things. But the pink-wearing woman had only been placed at Hogwarts as a control mechanism for the Ministry.

Harry continued to wander around and explain as Hermione produced an otter as a patronus. It swam around her, making the bushy-haired girl smile. Then he passed Ron, who produced a dog. It ran around the floor and somehow was able to make Neville fall as it ran straight at his legs.

He then continued to walk around, his eyes almost every other second cast towards y/n who stood and thought. Harry frowned as he watched her just stand there, her wand in hand. But what he didn't know was the memory playing in her head.

"No, Harry. I'll be sick if we continue. " y/n laughed as she leaned against the wall in the Great Hall. Watching Hermione continue to dance with Viktor.

"So you drag me to dance and then won't when we do?" Harry asked as he leaned against the wall beside her.

"Potter, you've been spinning me 'round like a mad-man. Of course I'll grow sick of that. " The Weasley spoke matter-of-factly.

"Well, excuse my poor dancing skills then,"

"Shut up."

They both let out sighs. Looking around. y/n was actually quite sad that Ron had left early, but oh well, his problem, not hers. A great number of students had left for bed during the night, but many still danced. Some of these people were Fleur, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Viktor and Hermione, Fred and George, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Seamus, Dean Thomas, and so many more.

Harry looked over at y/n with a smile, still feeling stupid about how he had been thinking y/n liked Lee. His eyes stayed fixated on the girl. She was always able to attract his attention. He knew that in a room full of girls, she would be the only one he'd be looking at.

She turned to say something, but instead caught Harry, who was staring at her. He felt his face heat up, and he looked down at his shoes. It made y/n smile mischievously, turning so she leaned her shoulder against the wall instead of her back. Now fully facing him. "Something the matter, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, looking up from his shoes. But he was caught off guard by y/n moving some of his hair away from his face. It made Harry look at her, a sweet, soft smile plastered on her face. Her e/c eyes were gentle. It made him smile too. A boyish one. A cute one, in y/n's opinion.

"Expecto Patronum," y/n said just as Harry had come over to help her.

A blue, silvery light emitted from her wand as she spoke those two words. The flow of magic made Harry stop and smile as he watched it form into a doe, but something was off about it. The magic animal stood right before the girl, and as he looked closer, Harry could see the faint outline of horns, like it was somewhat becoming a stag. The same as his patronus.

The patronus stag slowly walked around y/n, who wore a smile at the great animal. The horns are still visible. Hermione, who had seen it, walked slowly up to Harry. Her eyes were on the patronus that faded into nothingness when it stopped once more in front of y/n and bowed its head. Hermione tapped Harry's shoulder.

"Harry? Not to be like that, but ehm... doesn't that seem like a stag to you?" Hermione whispered to her friend and earned a look that told her yes.

"And you have the same type of patronus, correct?" Harry nodded, and the look on Hermione's face made him frown.

"What? What's wrong? "

"Oh no, nothing, just... just keep doing your thing." Hermione slid away from her face with a grin like a Cheshire cat. Getting Ginny's attention.

"What is it, Hermione?" The youngest Weasley asked with curiosity.

"I think we can confirm it now." Hermione whispered lowly, which made Ginny gasp.

"Are you sure?" A nod came from the greatest witch of her age.

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y/n walked through 12 Grimmauld Place. The summer had come quicker than expected. y/n had been helping her mum and dad clean up all their things so they could return to the burrow. But before she left, she had to find him. She needed to check in on him.

She had been looking through the whole place, making her way from room to room. That was until she had walked up to the third level. Looking through the rooms, she had just passed one with the letters R.A.B on the door. y/n had figured out that each bedroom had the family member's initials on them. Further down the hall, one of the doors was closed. She looked into the open room that was a study room, but it was empty. Looking back at the room with the closed door, y/n found the initials she was looking for. S.O.B. Standing for Sirius Orion Black.

She took a breath and gently knocked on the door. She didn't hear anything from inside, so y/n opened the door a little, glancing inside. Inside the room, y/n found Harry sitting on his godfather's bed. His back against her as he looked out through the window.

"Harry?" Her voice was gentle as she opened the door up a little more, waiting for him to give her a sign to leave. But he didn't. Harry only cast a glance over his shoulder before turning his head back. To y/n, that was Harry's way of telling her it was fine to go inside, which it was.

She closed the door gently behind her. Not wanting her parents, siblings, or anyone else from the Order to hear their conversation. She valued Harry's privacy and whatever he told her didn't need to be told to the whole world.

y/n moved slowly around the bed, so she stood at the foot of it. Not far from where Harry sat. She could see him holding the picture of the original Order of the Phoenix. It had been folded so the side facing his face showed his parents, Lily and James Potter, and beside them stood a younger looking Sirius.

"My family is done packing. We're leaving soon if you want to come with us over the summer. " y/n offered to him, unsure of what to say. But Harry only stayed silent. It made Y/N sigh as she moved to stand more in front of him.

When she did, she got a better look at his face. His eyes were slightly red, and his face pulled into a pained look. She didn't sit down if Harry wanted her to leave. "Harry? I'll leave you alone if you want to. " She waited for any sign that she should stay, but when he gave her none, she started to leave.

It was the tugg on her wrist that made her stop walking away. His grip on her wrist was firm, but his gaze was fixed. It made her kneel down in front of him on the bed and move to hold his hand so she could hold it, but his grip tightened. "Don't leave."

"Harry—" "Don't leave." His gaze finally met hers, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. y/n frowned and moved to wipe away the tears, shaking her head.

"I won't. I'll always be here. "

She stood up, brushing Harry's hair out of his face. He didn't care anymore about trying to stay strong, but instead broke down. Harry wrapped his arms around y/n's midsection, catching her off guard as he pulled her towards him. It took a second before she slowly wrapped her arms around Harry's head gently. Hugging him close. She could feel the slight shaking of his shoulders.

"It's fine, I won't leave." Y/N reminded him as she gently stroked his hair.She pulled away slightly from him, but Harry's arms stayed wrapped around her midsection. She looked down at Harry and pulled his face between her hands.

He didn't have his glasses on; they lay on Sirius's nightstand, so he didn't see her very well. But he could make out her face as she looked down at him. y/n brushed his cheek, then the lightning bolt scar on his forehead before hugging him close. And she stood like that, in front of Harry, who quietly let his tears fall as he hugged the girl close, finding comfort in her presence. At times, she whispered comforting words to him while stroking his head. After some time, y/n had leaned her head down to rest on Harry's.

After some time, you suddenly saw the door open. Harry didn't hear it when it squeaked. As the door opened fully, it revealed Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George standing there. They were all quiet as they looked at the two. Ron mouthed something which made y/n move her hand to show them to be quiet. George motioned that it was time to go, clearly feeling sympathy for the boy around y/n's waist. But y/n only waved for the four to leave and close the door. They were doing as she wanted.

So y/n stayed there with Harry, not caring how much time went by. She just wanted the boy to feel better

Sixth year:

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with happiness from all of the students. Everyone was happy that the Gryffindor Quidditch team had won against Slytherin in the snowy weather. It is definitely one of Harry's proudest moments at Hogwarts. He was the captain and they had won.

Harry walked back into the common room with Hermione beside him. The girl had finally calmed down from the heartbreak of seeing Ron with Lavender Brown. Harry patted Hermione's back with a small smile, and the witch smiled in appreciation of her friend. "I'm gonna—"

"Go, Harry." Hermione sighed and smiled at the boy. "I already know what you're planning on doing. You've been nervous all day."

He stayed quiet. He thought he had been very good at hiding the fact that he fancied the older Weasley sister. However, he appears to have been unsuccessful. "How did you—?"

"She's over there, by the window." Hermione pointed out to her friend as she made her way over to Ginny and some other girls. Leaving Harry to stand by himself.

Harry turned and found y/n, as Hermione said, by the window. The older girl stood with a bottle of something in her hand, taking small sips at times. The boy took a breath before making his way over.

"Hey," Harry said, as he awkwardly made his way closer to her. y/n turned with a tired and lazy smile on her face to face him.

"Hi," Harry could tell she was tired because she had been studying for her NEWT level exams, which she had a lot of.He had found her sleeping by the table in the common room a few days erlier, having fallen asleep while studying.

"Tired?" He earned a hum in response as y/n took another sip of her bottle. "Let me guess, Fred and George helped you get that in?"

y/n let out a quiet chuckle at him and nodded her head. He was quick to understand what it was. Of course, it was a smaller bottle of beer. "I haven't been drinking much of it though, if that's what you think."

"No, no, just.. asking." Harry moved to stand beside her.

"Poor 'Mione," y/n told as she looked out through the common room. "Ron really is blind."

Harry hummed. Mind elsewhere as he tried to figure out how to do this. He didn't know if now was the best of times, seeing as y/n were exhausted from quidditch and studying. But Harry also knew that if y/n had taken over as Captain for the team this year too, she would be asleep already. Hence why she'd given over the role as Captain to Harry.

"You're not going to celebrate, Captain? Are you just going to stand here with boring old me?" y/n teased, knowing full well that Harry didn't exactly like to be the centre of attention.

When she got no answer, y/n put her bottle of beer in the indent of the window. She turned so she faced the boy who lived. She could see how deep in thought he was and it made her smile. His green emerald eyes were staring off into the distance. So, she did as she'd done two years earlier on the Yule Ball, the day when the tension between them really grew. She brushed some of his rvaenhair out of his face, the scar becoming visible. Harry turned his face towards her, his eyes locking with hers. His cheeks got red from the eye contact, and y/n could feel hers heat up as well.

Harry found his courage, one of those elements Gryffindor students were to have to be placed in the house to even start with. He moved closer to y/n, eyes at times flickering from her eyes to her lips. y/n thought he was going to make a move, but when he didn't, she leaned in and connected their lips. Her hands gently held his face.

It was a quick kiss, one that was so quick that Harry wasn't even able to react before y/n pulled away. She held his face still in her hands, the boy looking at her slightly shocked. She was now unable to keep from telling him, because who knew what would happened with Voldermort back. "I love you, Harry. I have probably ever since my fourth year, but I really like you."

"Really?" Harry breathed with a boyish grin growing on his face, which made y/n smile at him.

"Really,"

Harry did not waste a second as he leaned in and connected their lips once more, smiles on both their faces. y/ns hands were still on the sides of his face as Harry's hands landed on her hips. After all those years of pining after her, he was now kissing her, and she liked him back, and it was brilliant. Her lips were as soft as he'd imagined. She teased faintly of the beer she's been drinking. This was just perfect.

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Fire encircled the burrow as Harry sprinted out of it and passed Remus, Tonks, Arthur, and Molly. Both older men called out for him as he ran straight for an opening in the fire, following the evil and psychotic laughter that belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. The murderer of Sirius. Harry's wand was already in his hand as he rushed after the mad woman. Tonks and Remus followed behind him, but the fire closed the small opening, as if they weren't supposed to leave.

Tonks tried to manipulate the fire with her wand but was not successful in getting a good opening for Remus to run through. Just then, y/n had rushed down the stairs after Harry as they had just talked, pushing past her parents with her wand at the ready. "y/n!" Molly cried after her daughter as she ran straight for the fire and jumped when she had a chance at getting through.

"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!" y/n heard Bellatrix chant as she followed Harry through the tall grass. Following both the sound of Bellatrix's chanting and the running of Harry.

She continued running as the grass slapped her in the face at how fast she was running, but she didn't care. It was hard to know exactly where Harry had gone. Once heard herself step in what sounded like water, and she stopped. The legs on her pyjama bottoms were getting soaked.

When she heard the sound of someone moving in the tall grass, she turned around. Trying to spot the person. "Harry?" She asked, the wand still in her hand.

But it wasn't Harry. Instead, out stepped Fenrir Greyback. The most known werewolf in the wizarding world, the same werewolf that bit Remus and turned him. The man smiled evilly at y/n who'd started to back away further into the shallow water. She then jumped slightly as Harry came running up behind her and moved in front of her. "Stupefy!" But Fenrir repelled the spell easily.

"Harry!" Remus could be heard calling out as y/n and Harry cautiously turned in every direction to make sure no one was there. But in seconds, Bellatrix and Fenrir began to shoot spells at the two teenagers mercilessly. Harry and y/n standing back to back and repel each spell.

"y/n!" Arthur called for his daughter.

Finally, Tonks, Arthur, and Remus reached the two and stood protectively around them. Harry grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her towards him as they stood close to one another. They are waiting for another set of spells, curses, jinxes, and hexes to be sent their way. But no more came as the three evil wizards disappeared into black smoke and flew towards the burrow. Seconds later, the house stood in flames.

"Molly." Arthur said in shock as he turned, seeing his house on fire and began to run.

y/n stood wide-eyed before she began to run after her father. Harry followed her swiftly through the tall grass and when they were close y/n slowed. Her childhood home stood before her in flames as all her other siblings, Fred and George, Ginny and Ron, stood and watched on as the house became ash. Molly was hugged by Arthur as they watched.

Harry came up beside y/n, seeing the troubled look on her face as he brushed his pinky finger against her hand. showing he was there. Without a second thought, y/n grabbed his hand and moved closer to him, holding on to him for dear life.

Everything was to get worse. This was just the beginning, and all of them knew it.

And Harry could feel it.

Seventh year (before going for horcruxses):

"I won't leave my family, Harry." y/n told the boy as he sat on her bed. Having come to her before going to bed. Having just gotten to the burrow that night.

He looked up at her from where he sat, his eyes begging her to go somewhere she could be safe instead of staying with her family. He knew that she'd be threatened as she was a known close friend to Harry, or well, for the past six months, known girlfriend.

"You'll be in danger if you stay here, you and your whole family. I don't want you to get hurt because of me anymore. " Harry argued.

"You can't tell me what to do. You may be Harry Potter and my very caring boyfriend, but I'm still old enough to decide whether I want to fight or flee.

"Darling," Harry sighed at her; she was and had always been stubborn."Please."

"I'll be fine, Harry." y/n sat beside him. "I'll be staying with Fred and George at Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes."

Harry turned and faced her, reaching out and brushing some hair out of her face just like she usually did with him. Then, leaning in and placing his forehead against hers, y/n melted into it. sighing as she held his hand.

"I'll be fine,"

"Don't get my hopes up," Harry told her.

"And I want you to come back alive." Y/N stated solemnly.

"I'll be fine,"

"Don't get my hopes up."

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Long Days and Quiet Nights - F.Weasley

Summary - After a long day of making products for the Weasley twins’ shop, Y/N finds herself fast asleep on her and her boyfriends bed, not even under the covers or in pajamas. Fred sees this and decides to fix it so she’s more comfortable.

Word Count - 373

Warnings - Use of Y/N, female reader, not proofread

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 15!! 10 more days! I know this is super short but I’ve been super busy and won’t be home the rest of the night. Sorry in advance for any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone.

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It wasn’t surprising to Fred when he found his girlfriend fast asleep on their bed, it was well past midnight and she had been busy helping them make some of their products for the shop. Fred and Geroge had told her to go to bed and that they would take care of stocking the shelves for the next day. She had started working on the products early in the morning before the sun was even up and didn’t stop until it was close to 10 at night.

She had fallen asleep as soon as she had laid down, she wasn’t even under the covers or in her pajamas. Fred let out a chuckle when he took in the sight, his heart filled with love and appreciation for his girlfriend. He didn’t want to wake his girlfriend but he felt like he had no choice, he knew that she hated sleeping in her day clothes. “Baby, wake up, you have to change,” Fred spoke gently as he rubbed her back.

She groaned in response, shoving her face further into his pillow. “Come on lovely, let’s get you in some pajamas.”

“No, I don’t wanna,” she whined back.

“I can help you, you just need to get up.” She let out a huff but obliged, getting up off the bed and into the strong arms of her boyfriend. He had already gotten out her pajamas so he began to help her undress, taking his time and being as gentle as possible.

She was lazy in her movement, trying to help Fred with getting her dressed but she was still half asleep. He didn’t mind though, he was grateful to have her in his life and being so ready to drop everything to help them with the shop. After her shirt, well more like his shirt, was slipped over her head, she pulled him in for a sleepy kiss. “I love you Freddie,” she yawned out.

“I love you more Y/N,” he replied, planting a kiss on her forehead.

With that she had climbed into the bed, Fred following right behind her. The two of them finding comfort in each other’s arms, falling into a peaceful sleep as snow began to fall outside their window.

#fred wealsey fic #harry potter #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter fandom #Weasley twins

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I don’t know if the Dialogue is still a thing but what about George getting caught making out with a girl but the person who caught them told everyone it was Fred who has a very lovely girlfriend who he adores!

yes, it still a thing and I love this! ❤️ Warnings: accusations of cheating but that's pretty much it Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😁 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Wrong Twin

"FREDERICK GIDEON WEASLEY!"

"What did you do?" you chuckled, looking at the twin on your left.

"Sounds like you're dead, Freddie" George said to your right as the three of you saw Angelina bursting into the Common Room, looking livid, stomping her way to her boyfriend. Katie and Alicia followed behind her.

"How could you?" she asked as Fred stood up, confused.

"Uh, before I admit to anything, could you please tell me what you're talking about-?" Fred was interrupted when Angelina smacked her hand against his cheek.

"Holy shit" George muttered as you sat closer to him.

"How could you?" she said, with her eyes welling up. "I can't believe you would cheat on me!"

"What?" Fred asked at the same time you and Geroge did too. "Sweetheart, what are you talking about?!"

"Don't try to deny it! Katie and Alicia saw you" she said, furiously as you noticed the wondering eyes in the Common Room turning your way. "And you!" she then said pointing at you. "How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends!"

"Whoa, Angie, what are you talking about?"

"Katie and Alicia saw you yesterday!" she snapped. "The entire school knows! I feel like such an idiot!"

"Wait, what exactly did Katie and Alicia see?" Fred asked, still extremely confused.

"They saw you kissing my boyfriend!" she said, pointing at you before she tried to throw herself at you but Fred quickly grabbed her, pulling her away and you hid behind George and Lee, who had now joined the conversation.

"Angie, that never happened! I would never cheat on you! I love you, darling!" Fred tried to reason with her.

"Angelina, I have never kissed Fred in my life!" you assured her. "I would never do that to you!"

"Stop lying! We saw you!" Katie told you.

"I'm not lying! I don't know what you saw! But I swear, Angie, I have never kissed Fred!"

"Well, either you were kissing Fred or someone who looked identically like-" Lee stopped abruptly, his eyes falling on George, who was blushing furiously. "Oh... OH! Holy shit!" he laughed as he noticed Geroge blush furiously and you felt your cheeks burning.

"Well, I guess it's out now" George muttered.

"Wait, what is going on?" Fred asked, still confused and then he looked between you and his twin. "OH MERLIN! YOU KISSED GEORGE?!"

"Oh, Merlin!" the two girls said, realizing their mistake. "It was you and George?!"

"Um... well, y-yes" you admitted as George grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

"Wait, so you two didn't think of George before you thought that I would cheat on my girlfriend?!" Fred asked, a little upset.

"You said George had detention yesterday!" the girls said, remembering their conversation.

"He did! He asked me to cover for him because he said he had something important to do" he said, raising his eyebrows at George.

"Well, it was important! We rarely get to spend time together without all of you meddling in our business!" George defended himself.

"Oh, Merlin, Freddie, I'm so sorry" Angelina said, hugging him and kissing his cheek. "I should have talked to you first, I was just really upset and-"

"It's okay, darling, I get it" Fred smiled, kissing her cheek before she went over to you and hugged you.

"I'm so sorry, love" she told you.

"It's okay, Angie. I would have been upset too" you told her.

"So... how long has this been going on?" she smirked as she pulled away pointing at you and George.

"Couple of weeks" George said, pulling you to him again and kissing your temple.

"Sorry we caused this whole mess" Katie and Alicia apologized to you and Fred.

"It's okay. At least now we don't have to hide anymore" you said, looking up at George who gave you a peck on the lips.

"Okay, so from now on that would be a good way to tell you two apart" Lee laughed.

"Who knows? Maybe they're not even sure which twin they are with" George smirked and you and Angelina hit them both on the back of their heads.

"You two really think we wouldn't be able to tell you two apart?" Angelina laughed.

"Yeah, we are the only ones who have been able to tell you apart since we were in first year" you reminded them. "So, good luck with that" you smirked at George.

"I really don't mind, sweetheart. At least I get to do this whenever I want" he smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

The End

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A/N: hope you loves like it!

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #george weasley #fred weasley #george weasley imagine #fred weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x angelina johnson #george weasley dialogue #fred weasley dialogue

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The Act of Faking

Word count: 7,2k

Summary: George is not talking to Fred, and the only way Fred thinks this can be salvageable by faking a relationship with you. Or when you hear his request - faking him having feelings for you.

Warnings: Angst towards the end.

A/N: I am literally going to kill myself. I had a plan for this to be the perfect slowed paced slow burn, were relationship builds slowly and beautifully but then I just ran out of ideas and this is what happened. And to remind you - English is not my first language so most of the times I just stared at the page trying to come up with different descriptions rather than using the ones everybody knows by heart. So I am sorry. Please enjoy.

P.S I am very sad that I found out about the "5 Acts of Play " stature at the end of writing this one-shot. I could've used it to make the story more interesting. But oh fucking well… _______________________________

One thing that everybody in Hogwarts knew, - the Weasley twins were always together. One never went anywhere without another. They also never had any serious arguments, only slight disagreements that seemed to be forgotten pretty soon after.

That was why you currently frowned looking at the door. Fred came into the Great Hall looking tired, confused and disappointed to say the least. You closed your book, your interest peaking. He only looked like that when he'd gotten himself into detention that overlaps with Quidditch practice.

‘So what happened to you?’ you asked as Fred moved to sit in front of you at the Gryffindor table. He looked really upset. ‘Prank gone wrong?’

‘No, I wish tho.’ He sighed. ‘It’s George. I haven’t had a single conversation with him for what seems like days.’

‘You never fight.’ you mentioned, as Fred was taking a gulp of juice from your glass.

"We haven’t gotten into a fight, Y/N, he just dumbly avoids me. When I try to talk to him, he mumbles something about guilt trips and at the next moment he’s gone.’ He started fidgeting with his wand.

‘How come? Why would he “guilt trip”?’

“Well our dear best friend, Geroge,” Fred mumbled irritably, for a moment you thought he might snap, “had gotten himself a girlfriend, bet you didn’t know that, right?” you only nodded. “Well apparently nobody knew, including me.”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip. “I still don’t see what the problem is.”

“I will tell you what the problem is… The problem is that I accidentally caught him snogging Angelina off in the Quidditch pitch.” You looked at him trying not to show too much emotion. “That wanker wanted to keep it a secret, because he thought I might get hurt.”

“Well, I kinda understand why he kept it a secret.” You waited for his reaction, but he only looked at you blankly, waiting for you to continue. “Weren’t you, like, in love with her a couple of years ago?”

“Yeah, so?” he shook his head. “ I was, that’s the point, Y/N. Was. I am not. Not anymore. I wouldn’t care if they got married tomorrow.” He rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging his forehead.

“Have you told him this?”

“Yeah… Like a dozen bloody times. He doesn’t believe me, though. Says “I am only saying this to make him feel better.” How many times, do ya reckon, I would have to repeat this to make him believe it?”

“Hmmm..” you thought for a second. “Just give him a bit of time, maybe that will solve something?” you suggested.

“Just give him time…” he repeated your words to you. “How do you assume I should do that? With the Christmas holiday upcoming? Although, I think he would rather spend the whole time with the gnomes instead of me in the same room.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Now that you have thought about it, you haven’t seen George for a couple of days too.

“But.” Fred lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.” I have a little plan.” He quickly reached for his bag and pulled a letter out of it. “ This morning I got a letter from my mother, about my bad behavior in class and yada yada yada, but she did mention inviting you to stay over during holidays. And this, dear Y/N, sparked a thought in me.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

“You and I,” he pointed towards you and then towards himself. “We are going to fake being in a relationship. Over your stay at The Burrow.”

“Fred.” you snapped quickly. “You’re crazy.”

“Why? I mean, it’s a good plan. Angelina will be going home during holidays, and George will be forced to be with his family instead, and we’re going to pull a little show for him, just enough, so he would drop this stupid avoidance game he is playing.”

You frowned at your best friend.

“You have a perfect opportunity to talk to him during the holidays and you want to spend it playing a pretend game?” you ask him as he nods. “Yeah, well there is a slight problem in your plan. We have never ever acted romantically towards each other, and George isn’t so stupid, he won’t believe it. He spent so much time with both of us together, so he will notice that there’s just no spark, or whatever.”

“That is exactly where you are going to help me,” he stated. “Your mother is muggle, right? You mentioned once that she is really into those romantic books muggle people read? What do you call them? Noveelies?”

“Novels, Fred.”

“Yeah, whatever, not the point. You said you were into them when you were younger. So what I’m trying to say is that you will help me put this act together, so it looks convincing.”

You look agape at him.

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I had too much time on my hands with my brother successfully avoiding me, I’ve even opened the Transfiguration book a couple of times out of boredom. Closed it pretty soon after, it was even more boring than doing absolutely nothing.”

“Still, Fred, no. It’s your whole family that will notice this as well and I don’t want to lie to Molly. And anyways, how would explain the sudden break up after the Holidays. And… Oh my god… Ron and Ginny will literally tease me to death. This is a really stupid plan, Fred, no one is going to believe it anyway. Just think of something else, I dunno, talk to Angie and make her help you out or something.”

“How am I supposed to talk to Angelina when she is almost always with George nowadays? I knew you would think the plan is stupid, but look - you are my best friend, right? I know you inside out, it would be much easier to pretend we’re in love.”

You look skeptically at him. You wanted to help him, you really did, but this plan was bound to fail one way or another. You very well knew how he flirts and acts with other girls, the last thing you wanted - to accidentally fall for him for his stupid act.

“No.” You started packing your book into your bag, not looking at him.

“Then at least let me act as if I had fallen for you, you won’t have to do anything, just help me out to put the act together, so it looks convincing enough for George, c’mon, Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” You let your eyelids fall a little more over your eyes while he speaks. “It’s either this or I am going to do something even more stupid.”

You let your head lull back.

“Alright.” you sight. “But.” You quickly state. “Embarrass me, Weasley, and you will have two people not talking to you.” He rolls his eyes and then determinedly looks at you.

“Okay, so how am I supposed to pull this off?” You look at him in frustration. “What? I need step by step guidance.”

“I am gonna tell you this once. You miss it, I won’t repeat it. It is extremely stupid and why do I even… Aren’t you like a huge flirt and tease? Why would I need to teach you how…” He gave you a warning look and you shut yourself up real quick. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, okay.”

He nodded. You gave yourself a moment to think it through, and he let you, keeping everything he wanted to say to himself.

“Because this will be coming from literally nowhere, you must be really subtle at first.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “ I know, you don’t know how to be subtle, so just gaze at me from time to time during the dinner or whenever you’ll be sure George notices.”

“So all I have to do is just look at you from time to time?”

“No, you muppet. I called it a gaze for a reason. You know? Staring at someone you find admiring?” He slightly shook his head, his ginger hair falling over his brown eyes. “Or just someone you find unbelievably pretty?” He still looked at you a bit dumbfounded. “Fred, you do it when you think about Quidditch and pranks.” He smirked, red tinting his cheeks.

“Okay, loverrr…” you deliberately said the last word as slowly as possible, teasing him intentionally, hoping he might have a change of heart and call this plan off. “We will call this “Act Number One.” In case you fail convincing George with this one, we will move on to the “Act Number Two.” Where you will seek close proximity.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Step over the line with this one, Fred, and I will hex you.”

He raises his hand into the air. “Whatever you’ll say, Ma’am.”

“You will have to be subtle with this too. Otherwise it will just be whatever you do here, in Hogwarts on a daily basis. Try to sit next to me when the dinner is ready, try and fix my hair slightly or something, you will figure it out as you go.Then there is gonna be “Act Number Three”, I believe, you will need no assistance on this one - teasing. No comment on this one. I think this should do the job.” You look at him blankly, something about this makes you irritated and anxious.

“And what if after all of this, he still won’t be on no speaking terms with me?”

“Then an actor's career won't be suitable for you.”

Act Nr. 1

Your stay at The Burrow began shortly after the plan was devised. You had urged Fred to attempt a conversation with George before enacting the plan, and in the presence of Molly and Arthur, all appeared well between the brothers, they even shared a joke about Ron’s owl Gigwidgeon. However, once left alone, their relationship reverted to its former state. And you knew that it was a matter of hours before Freds attempt at Act One.

And indeed, your prediction proved accurate. The scene unfolded during dinner, just as you had anticipated. While engaged in conversation with Ginny, who sat to your right, Arthur kindly addressed you, prompting you to look left, up at him.

“Y/N, Fred shared the fact that your mother is a muggle,” you nodded looking at him. “How fascinating.” Arthur remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I recently got a hold on this little thing..” he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “What exactly is this?” He held it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger as if it was a little wand. “I’ve seen it ignite flames. Is it some sort of muggle magic wand, huh?”

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur's question, but your attention soon shifted to Molly, who cast her husband a warning glance. Unbeknownst to you, Fred's focus shifted to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he observed the interaction.

“Not quite, Mr. Weasley,” you replied with a smile. “It's called a cigarette. It contains an addictive substance called nicotine, which people often smoke to alleviate stress or tension.”

“Really, Dad,” Bill interjected with a laugh, “Mum will be reaching for one of those every time you mention something from the Muggle world at the dinner table.”

Suddenly, Fred erupted into laughter, his eyes dancing with amusement as he directed his gaze towards you. “Well, would you look at that,” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at the table, yet his eyes were locked on you. “Our dear Y/N, the epitome of innocence, enlightening our dear old Dad about the vices of the Muggle realm.”

You shook slightly, your eyes widening a bit. What was he doing? But he only laughed at your widened eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes indicating that he was teasing you, trying to uplift the mood at the table.

As the Weasleys' laughter filled the room, you felt a warmth spread through you, despite the slight embarrassment of being the center of attention.

Ginny shot Fred a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a bit too much," she teased, earning another round of laughter from the group.

Fred caught your confused look as you were about to mouth him to watch what he’s doing, but he only winked at you.

After the dinner you jumped quickly on your legs to help Molly. When you went to roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes, Molly quickly stopped you with a light touch and smiled kindly. “Honey, the magic will take care of that, go ahead and rest on the couch with everybody.” She rushed you to the living room.

You turned back to look at the rest of the family: Arthur was explaining to Bill about some corruption that involved the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank; Ron and George were playing the wizards chess on the floor and by the look on George's face - Ron was winning. Ginny picked up a plate of cookies, murmuring that these were Percy’s favorite, so she had to offer some of him, so he wouldn’t starve himself to death with whatever he was doing as an exemplary Head Boy; and Fred seemed nowhere to be found.

You turned back to Molly. “My mother always said that magic was too precious to use it on simple daily tasks, that could simply be managed by humans.” She smiled gently at you and her eyes lifted a bit from your eyes.

At that exact moment you felt a heavy chins presence on your right shoulder. You turned your head towards it to see Fred's untidy red hair that was brushing your cheek slightly.

"Fred," you greeted softly, turning your head to meet his gaze.

His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you.

"Hey there," he whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling room around you.

A sense of ease washed over you in his company, a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the years of friendship.

"Thought I'd join the party," he quipped, his breath warm against your ear.

“Go rest, you two,” Molly interrupted, “while I go and see where to lay you, Y/N. I hope you sharing a room with Ginny would be alright.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Thank you, Molly.”

Fred feigned a dramatic sigh, before nudging you gently towards the living room.

“You are not following the plan, Fred, you ran over all of the acts in one day.” you scolded him, but he laughed loudly.

“Y/N, darling, when was I ever following the rules?”

Act Nr. 2

For a couple of days, the plan appeared to be on hold. The Weasley children found themselves occupied with various tasks around The Burrow, and you willingly lent a hand wherever needed.

Whether it was assisting Molly with preparing meals in the bustling kitchen, helping Arthur mend a fence in the ramshackle backyard, or joining Ron and Ginny in tending to the garden, you immersed yourself in the daily rhythm of life at The Burrow. Once or twice you caught Fred gazing at you while he took a little break to drink some water or just to catch a breath.

However after the evening to a hold on the house and everybody seemed to be resting, gathered in the cozy living room of The Burrow, Fred subtly initiated Act Nr. 2 of the plan. With George engrossed in a conversation with Ron about Quidditch tactics, Fred seized the opportunity to position himself strategically closer to you on the worn-out couch.

With a casual yet deliberate movement, he shifted slightly, allowing his arm to brush against yours. You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at his subtle maneuver. His response was a barely perceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of his progress in the plan.

Every now and then, he would lean in slightly, as if to share a secret or a whispered joke, his breath tickling your ear. Each time, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, a silent agreement between you to maintain the facade of blossoming feelings.

Just then, George's voice cut through the jovial atmosphere, interrupting the conversation about Quidditch tactics. "Oi, Fred," he called out, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief. "You're looking a bit too comfortable there, mate. Planning on falling asleep, are you?"

Fred's smirk widened, as if he had anticipated this exchange beforehand. He shot a playful glance at George, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't blame a bloke for seeking a bit of comfort, can you?" he retorted, his tone light-hearted.

George chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Well, just don't go drooling on her shoulder, mate," he teased, earning a round of laughter from the others in the room.

You couldn't help but join in the laughter, though you felt a slight flush creeping up your cheeks at the playful banter. Fred's proximity and the teasing exchange sent a pleasant warmth coursing through you, despite the teasing scrutiny of the Weasley twins.

Although, ironically, as the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation lulled you into a comfortable state of relaxation. Despite your best efforts to stay alert and engaged in the lively discussion, the cozy ambiance of The Burrow proved too inviting, and you found your eyelids growing heavy.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred noticed the subtle droop of your head as you began to nod off, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight. He leaned closer, discreetly adjusting his position to offer you more support, ensuring you were comfortable.

Meanwhile, George shot Fred a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your gradual descent into sleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day," he remarked sotto voce, his tone filled with gentle jest.

Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he watched you drift off into slumber, a sense of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, his best friend, as he silently vowed to ensure you rested undisturbed for the remainder of the evening.

That was how Act Number two acted out.

Act Nr. 3?

You were seated on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in your hands, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. You sent Molly off from the kitchen.

Outside, Molly stood with her hands on her hips, a hint of exasperation evident in her flushed face. Before her, Ginny, George and Bill exchanged mischievous grins, their laughter ringing out like bells in the crisp winter air.

“Are you two crazy? No scarves, no hats on. You are going to get sick.” She urged her children to get back in and dress properly for the weather.

In a moment of playful rebellion, George scooped up a handful of snow and molded it into a perfectly packed snowball. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he took aim and let it fly, intending to playfully tease his mother.

But fate had other plans.

In a twist of irony, just as Molly turned to face her son, the snowball found its mark, striking her squarely in the face with an unexpected impact. Time froze for a moment, the air thick with disbelief, before erupting into uproarious laughter, Molly's angry face told them enough and they all turned to get back inside.

“Had a good night's sleep, Y/n?” George's voice rang out as he entered through the door, his laughter trailing behind him like a mischievous echo. He shook his hair, sending a flurry of snow cascading onto the floor, much to Molly's disapproval.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you slid off from the table, reaching for the teapot and mugs to distract yourself. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though your embarrassment spoke volumes.

"Only alright? I thought Fred tucked you in quite nicely." George's laughter filled the room, rich and hearty, as he winked at you. His playful jab struck a nerve, eliciting a mixture of amusement and discomfort. You turned away, feeling the weight of his teasing words lingering in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you.

As soon as they all settled down to enjoy a cup of tea, you seized the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Fred's whereabouts. But as you ascended up the stairs, he was going down, so you practically ran into each other.

"Oh, good," you exhaled, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. "I was looking for you."

Fred's smirk widened as he halted on the step above you, closing the distance between you almost imperceptibly. "Slept well?" he inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you struggled to articulate your thoughts, the urgency to convey your concerns before the family downstairs didn’t get any ideas as to why you were standing on the stairs a moment too long. "Yeah, look," you began, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Why won’t you give this plan a little break? You seem to be talking again with George, and with the plan advancing at this pace, soon enough everybody will be asking about the relationship that doesn't exist."

"Darling, breathe," Fred intervened, his hands gently finding purchase on your shoulders as he chuckled. "You only fell asleep on me, so what? You’ve done this a million times in the common room, what’s the difference? But if you want to give it a breather, it’s fine too," he reassured, his expression softening with understanding.

However, instead of finding solace in his words, you recoiled slightly, evading his touch as you took a step back. His hands fell away from your shoulders, hanging awkwardly in the space between you as you sidestepped past him, eager to retreat to the safety of Ginny and your shared bedroom.

Fred's brow furrowed in concern as he watched you retreat, a pang of unease tugging at his heart. He hadn't anticipated that his attempt to reassure you would only seem to exacerbate your anxiety. For a fleeting moment, he considered reaching out to you again, wanting to offer further comfort, but he held back, sensing that you needed space.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly made your way to the bedroom you shared with Ginny, seeking refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by your encounter with Fred. Once inside the familiar space, you sat on your bed burying your face in your hands, closing your eyes briefly as you attempted to steady your breathing.

You have indeed fallen asleep on each of the twins at least ten twenty times during your years at Hogwarts. And not once has the teasing afterwards bother you, but something about today sent you reeling. You were blushing madly and wished that that would stop. Maybe the whole plan you helped to build, was turning against you, and each, and every time Fred paid attention to you, finally started playing with your head.

You promised yourself to be a little more careful after that.

Act Nr. 4 - the improvised part.

The same night, you were roused from sleep by a gentle hand shaking your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, you up?” Fred's voice, soft and filled with excitement, whispered through the darkness as he continued to shake you awake.

You groaned in annoyance, feeling disoriented from being pulled out of sleep. “What is it?” you muttered, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Remember that star we told you about? The one me and George discovered last summer?” Fred's tone was eager, like a child on Christmas morning, and you realized where this was headed.

“Yeah,” you replied, still half-asleep and struggling to grasp why he was waking you up in the middle of the night for a star.

“Well, come on. I found it again,” he urged, his excitement palpable even in the dim light of the room.

You hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed for a star. “Why would you wake me up for a star, Fred? It's just a star,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

But Fred was undeterred, his enthusiasm contagious as he handed you a pair of special goggles and gently grasped your wrist, guiding you outside into the chilly night air.

“Put these on and look straight up from where you're standing,” he instructed, his grip firm yet gentle as he positioned you in the right spot.

With a sigh, you relented, slipping the enchanted goggles over your eyes and following Fred's guidance. As you gazed upward, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

The darkness of the night sky was transformed into a mesmerizing display of swirling colors, reminiscent of oil puddles reflecting light from muggle cars. It reminded you of the evening sky as the sun finally starts to set, bringing out the most vivid colors. The bright colors danced and twirled around in the star and all around it, creating an ethereal display that seemed to defy explanation. Shades of deep indigo melted into vibrant hues of sapphire and emerald, while streaks of crimson and gold streaked across the dark sky.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” asked Fred while you watched the view in silence. You took the goggles off and looked up again, seeing only small, little stars shining above you. “Well the other ones do not look that extraordinary, but somehow that one does. And it comes up like three or four times a year. It’s a miracle it came up over your stay here.”

You turned to look at him. “It's really beautiful, Fred. I’m glad you woke me up.”

He gently stroked your arms to make you a little bit warmer as you continued to shake due to the cold of the winter's night.

When Fred retrieved back into his room, he smiled like a dumbass. When you got back inside you asked him if he had named that star and with a gentle smile he asked you to come up with a name for it.

“Where have you been?” Apparently George wasn’t asleep when Fred got back, and curiosity won over George.

“Out.”

“You showed her the star, didn’t you?” George chuckled slightly when his brother removed his clothing and fell backwards into his bed. “I noticed it appeared again yesterday.”

“I might have done that, yes.” Fred admitted with a sheepish grin.

George laughed. “Told her what you named it?”

“No, that would’ve been a bit embarrassing.”

George laughed loudly but then quickly stopped, before waking the whole house up. “You're hopeless, man. But I am happy for you.”

Fred quickly turned his head to look at his brother, even though through the dark he could only make out his silhouette. “So? Are you back on speaking terms with me?”

“Yeah, mate,” George chuckled, “I realized I was being dumb.”

Fred was happy. He genuinely was, but something about coming back to terms with his brother stopped him from feeling completely pleased with the situation.

Act Nr. 5

Act 5 unfolded on a brisk afternoon a couple of days later. The sun was casting long shadows across the snow-dusted grounds of The Burrow. The Weasleys were involved in their own activities. You specifically were interested in another bewitched muggle artifact Arthur promptly told you about, then he went on reading the letter from the Ministry again, completely forgetting about telling you anything afterwards. So you sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in a book. As you finally coughed up to where you left off, Fred entered the room with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

You glanced up from your book, offering him a small smile in return. "Hey, Fred. What's up?"

"I was thinking," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement, "why don't we take a walk outside? It's a perfect day for it."

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A walk? Now?"

Fred nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. It'll be fun. We can explore the woods behind The Burrow. I heard there's a hidden clearing with the most amazing view."

Despite your initial skepticism, you found yourself unable to resist Fred's infectious enthusiasm. With a shrug, you closed your book and rose from the table. "Alright, why not? Lead the way."

As you ventured into the woods together, Fred regaled you with stories and anecdotes, his laughter echoing through the trees. With each step, you felt yourself relaxing in his company.

Eventually, you reached the hidden clearing Fred had mentioned, and you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking view before you. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape, while a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes scanning the scenery.

Fred grinned, his gaze fixed on you. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied softly.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat at his words. But before you could respond, George's voice rang out from behind you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "What are you two up to?"

Your confusion turned to disappointment as you realized that Fred's affectionate words were likely just another one of his improvised acts. With a forced smile, you turned to face your friend, masking your disappointment behind a facade of nonchalance.

"Just enjoying the view," you replied, your voice lacking its usual warmth.”Care to join?”

As George joined you in the clearing, the moment between you and Fred faded into the background, leaving you grappling with the lingering sting of disappointment and confusion.

As the days passed quickly in The Burrow, the atmosphere seemed to settle into a familiar rhythm, apart from that, the twins seemed to get back into their close relationship, which made you extremely happy.

Once or twice Fred would act out your made up plan and gaze at you during the day at dinner or whenever you were near each other. You, of course, didn’t expect anything more than that, understanding that now the two brothers were back to their old selves and your interactions with Fred were purely out of keeping the act just for George. But that did not change the fact that the shift happened within you. You spend more and more time thinking how everything will play out in the end when you get back to Hogwarts. How you will be sitting there, in the common room, pretending not to notice how Fred flirts with other girls and then returns to you to boast about it. This held a tight grip over your heart, making your chest feel heavy.

There you were, sitting on the couch, watching Ron make the wrong move and lose his bishop in the process, Ginny bobbing her head happily whilst laying on the ground.

“George just now told me that you don’t know how to play chess,” Fred sat down next to you, accidentally knocking several chess figures of the ground.

“OIII!” Ron shouted. “Watch what you’re doing.”

“Sorry, mate.” Fred laughed and dramatically reached for the queen on the ground and put it back on board in the wrong spot. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned to him, shifting back from your thoughts to reality.

Fred raised his eyebrow and laughed. “What were you thinking so deeply about? Me?” he teased and you felt his hand reach for your own. As he tried to intervene your fingers together you quickly pulled your arm away from him and stood up. No matter how angry this made you, you tried not to give it away. You felt sickened to your stomach. The action was small. But for some reason it was enough for you. This went too far, the act he was doing and suddenly there was no going back, everything went from too early to too late to stop this stupid lie, and the only thing you dreaded for - happened. It was your own fault, you agreed to this.

“Just remembered, I haven’t reached out for my parents for a while now,” you mumbled and left the room to actually write to your parents and ask if you could get back home from The Burrow earlier than planned.

The Finale

You were folding your clothes and putting them back in your trunk, while Ginny watched you from her bed.

“Did they really ask you to go back home?” She asked once again in disbelief. You nodded. “They always let you stay as long as you want.”

“Yeah, I guess something happened back home.” You lied without looking back up at her.

“Did you tell Fred? That you’re going back home?” She sat up, while you stopped packing and thought for a moment whether you should tell her the truth. “You haven’t,” she said, quite shocked. “Why? The boy’s going to go mad.”

“I really don’t think so,” you mumbled.

“But he will tho,” spoke George standing in between the door, his arms crossed on his chest, he looked disappointed.

You paused, feeling the weight of George's words sinking in. Despite your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, deep down, you knew he was right. Fred would indeed be affected by your departure, you were his best friend, nevertheless.

Ginny shot her twin a sympathetic glance before turning back to you. "He's right, you know. Fred may not show it, but he'll definitely be upset."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But I need to sort things out back home."

“No, you don’t.” Said George again firmly. He looked quite mad now. “Considering the fact that it was you, who asked your parents to go back home early, not the other way around.”

“Uhmm… How do you?...” You stammered, caught off guard by George's accusation. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.

Ginny's expression softened, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced between you and George. "George, calm down," she interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension that crackled in the room.

But George remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on you. "How do I know?" he repeated, his voice low and intense. "Because you accidentally used the quill we use for pranks. It creates two messages as it writes, one to your recipient, second to its owner, and that would be me and Fred, only I got the hold of the message first.”

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed.

“Then,” George continued, “I assumed Fred had done something stupid once again and pressed him until he told me everything, And when I say everything, I mean it. Merlin's beard, Y/N, I thought Fred was daft, but turns out this friendship with us made you daft too.”

“Ummmm?” Ginny interrupted. “Mind to elaborate a little bit?”

Ginny's interruption brought a momentary pause to the tense atmosphere in the room. George sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words.

"Well," he began, glancing at you briefly before continuing, "apparently our dear Y/N here concocted a plan to get Fred and me talking again. She thought we needed a little nudge to mend our relationship, so she came up with this whole scheme of them faking a relationship."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did what?" she exclaimed, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

“First of all,” you raised your finger angrily at George, “ it wasn’t my idea, Fred came up with it. Secondly, it wasn’t a fake relationship,” you said angrily, “it was for you to believe he had feelings for me so you would drop your stupid not talking to Fred phase, because you thought he was still in love with your girlfriend. So in the end, who is to blame?” you asked him.

Ginny looked from you to George. She was sitting dumbfounded, and if it wasn’t for the angry looks on your and George's faces, she would’ve started laughing.

“Okay, it was stupid, I agree with you,” George mumbled. “But you're as thick as it gets, Y/N.”

“Why am I the thick one?”

“Because you actually thought Fred would fake having feelings for you,” these words from George stung like a slap in the face, the truth of them hitting you harder than you anticipated. You felt a surge of embarrassment and hurt wash over you, realizing how naively you had fallen for Fred's act. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even Ginny’s mouth fell open.

“George…” she murmured silently.

“What? Wasn’t he like in love with her for a couple of years?” He said angrily. “And then you,” he pointed towards you, “went on and let him continue this charade and now because you can’t take it anymore, you’re leaving. Of course this is going to upset him.”

You tried to say something, you really tried, but words just did not form inside your head.

Thank the spirits, cause it was Ginny who spoke after. “No, George, wait. I don’t think she knew.”

You met Ginny's eyes, grateful for her unwavering support in this moment of turmoil.

“I… I didn’t know,” you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, but each word weighed heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t realize... I thought...” Your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that churned within you. “I genuinely thought that he was doing it for you. I was leaving because I didn’t want to…” the words died out from your mouth and you didn’t finish your sentence.

“I didn’t want to end up hurt afterwards. I assumed he only saw me as his best friend and the act would die out eventually when we got back to Hogwarts.”

The snort from George interrupted the silence that followed after your sentence. “You and Fred must be two of the dumbest people I know. Y/N, he named a star after you, you were more than his best friend for a while now.”

“Oi, mate, not nice to throw me under the bus like that,” Fred quipped, entering the room with a lopsided grin.

You turned to him, quite in shock.

“And I think this is our cue to leave,” said Ginny gently, sending a wink to you and grabbing George by his forearm to lead him out of the room.

“Complete idiots,” George managed to yell whilst leaving.

Fred chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Ignore him, love. He's just jealous because he hasn't named a star after anyone yet."

“I am extremely confused, Fred.”

Fred's grin softened into a gentle smile as he reached out to take your hand in his and intervene your fingers together. He smiled as you let him. "I know, Y/N. It's been a bit of a mess, hasn't it?"

You nodded, still trying to process everything that had unfolded.

"I promise to explain everything properly," Fred reassured you, his eyes earnest and sincere.

Fred took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "Okay, so... I know this whole situation might seem incredibly confusing, but there are a few things you need to know." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.

"Firstly, yes, I did come up with the plan to pretend to have feelings for you, but it wasn't just to mend things between George and me. It was also because..." He hesitated, his expression turning earnest. "Well, because I actually thought I might kill two birds with one stone.”

Confusion flickered across your face as you processed his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fred took a deep breath, steeling himself before he continued. "I mean, yes, the initial idea was to help George and me patch things up by making him think I had feelings for you. But... it was also a way for me to... explore my own feelings for you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. "You mean... you actually do have feelings for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Fred nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yeah, I do. I've liked you for a while now, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Emotions swirled inside you, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. "But... why didn't you just tell me?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was scared, Y/N. Before our friendship even began, you seemed to be annoyed everytime I approached you. I am not even going to mention the looks you gave me when I tried to flirt with you. Then I dropped it, I thought you weren’t interested and it proved me right, cause quickly after you joined our trio. (A/N: We can not forget our Lee.)”

“I thought you saw me as one of these girls you always flirt with, I thought you were being a tease for your own entertainment.”

Fred's expression softened as he listened to your words, a tinge of regret coloring his features. "Y/N, I understand why you might have thought that. And I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression.”

“But why did George think you were still into Angelina?”

“Because before you came into the picture I kinda liked her. And we got along pretty well, I just did not realize at the time she was being extra friendly with me, cause she liked George. Then you came along and my feelings changed. I mentioned them to George once or twice and then dropped it. Didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want to hear him tease me when you joined our friend group. When he fell for Angelina, he must’ve overthought everything. But he kinda put everything together after I returned to our room after I showed you your star.” He raised his free hand and gently tucked your stray strand of hair over your ear, and then pressed his hand over your cheek, to which you leaned in.

“Pretty soon after you arrived, you fell asleep on me, literally in front of everybody,” you closed your eyes in embarrassment as he spoke, he started softly caressing your cheek, “I thought you finally started to catch on, but you asked me to put the plan on hold, and I genuinely got scared I was pushing you away with the way I acted.”

“I am so sorry for not catching on sooner, for avoiding you…” you tried to explain yourself, but Fred interrupted you.

Fred shook his head, his expression tender. "No apologies necessary, Y/N. You did what I asked you. I hope you will now understand that everything was sincere.”

You closed your eyes again and as lovingly as possible said, “And I hope you will understand that I sincerely fell for you.”

He laughed as he leaned in closer, “I got that while you were having a little chit chat with my brother, otherwise it would’ve been me who stayed over with the gnomes.” He looked deeply into your eyes as if asking if it was alright, you slightly nodded, so he closed that little space that was left between you and kissed you.

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fake relationship #slow burn #harry potter #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one-shot #fred x reader #fred

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justafairytailofinnocence · 1 year

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Hello! I like your blog and saw that you write for Harry Potter.. if requests are open I might have some headcanons for Viktor Krum having a crush on Fred and Fred's girlfriend being jealous?

(For more context: Krum was visiting the school when the twins and y/n bumped into him and they (the twins) offered to introduce Viktor to the school) ps: If I'm not mistaken, the twins are 17 in Goblet of Fire :)

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

Viktor krum is having a crush on you and you being in a relationship with Fred or George🎊💪👧

The year of the wizarding tournament had come, and two of the foreign schools had joined hogwarts for the year.

One of those being durmstrung, a school for the pure and ambitious. Viktor Krum attended the school. He was a champion in the qudditch cup.

He was walking down the halls of hogwarts, avoiding all the fangirls that approach him. When he bumped into you.

"Woah, easy there," Fred smiled as he helped you up.

Viktor quickly apologised "sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going--".

He took a good look at you and started to think of how stunning you looked.

"You're right, mate, names Fred, Fred Weasley," Fred greeted.

"Nice to meet you, Fred, and you are?" He turned toward you.

"Y/n l/n, I'm in Gryffindor," you introduced yourself.

"Ello' Fred, who's this?" George placed his arm on Fred as the two inspected Viktor.

"This ere's Viktor" Fred smiled.

"As in Krum, that'd right, your that qudditch star for the Hungarian team," George recalled.

Y/n wasn't entirely big on qudditch. She preferred to have her head in the books.

Fred and George asked, "we'll show you around" .

Viktor couldn't take his eyes off you, he was polite about it, he didn't want to come off as being creepy.

That was until he realised you were in a relationship with the twins. "Don't worry, love, we'll go study together, maybe teach the slytherins a thing or two." Fred pecked your forehead.

Of course, it was too good to be true. You were taken. To Viktor, he didn't show his slight disappointment but kept a strong expression.

Over the next couple of days, the triwizard tournament had come, and Viktor was selected.

When training had come around, he would spend his time trying to know you.

When the yule ball came, he tried to ask you, however, you were already going with Fred. So instead, Viktor asked Hermione.

During the night of the yule ball, viktor caught you alone. He wanted to tell you how he felt but knew it was harder.

He was close to you on the outside in the hallway. "I need to tell you something, I -" he spotted Fred out in the hallway. "I wish you a goodnight".

Fred called out to Geroge as they both asked, "There you are, come on love, we've been meaning to dance with you".

Viktor felt annoyed, annoyed in a reason that felt...possessive. He hadn't felt this way before, and yet he didn't wish to be selfish, and he wanted to understand that you were already taken. However, he couldn't help it, it was clear he was Jealous.

Viktor politely bowed and told the twins while hiding his annoyance. "I promise to see you again." he kissed your hand to give you a hint.

Viktor kept an eye on you. Throughout the yule ball, he danced with Hermione, well, until she went to see Harry and Ron.

You were rather happy that night and decided to head off to your dorm after.

Viktor, one day, caught you before the final challenge. He needed you alone and asked you, "y/n, I have feelings for you".

You didn't know how to react except say, "I'm flatted Viktor, but I'm in a relationship, and I can't betray Fred or George."

In the end, you both agreed to write to each other and keep in contact over when the term finished.

Anyways that's all for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #viktor krum x reader #fred and goerge weasley #fred x reader #george weasley x y/n #harry potter headcanon

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Story type: Fred Weasley x fem*reader enemies to lovers

Summary: Fred is always being mean to

y/n. At the ed it is a love story looool.

Warnings: SMUT / NSFW, swearing, shouting,harm, bullieng, homophopia, selfharm, depressions

Word count: around 2470

"Y/n, darling, how ya doing?" Ask's the Redhead fred. A short "Shut it weasley" leaves your mouth while walking over to the coutch of the griffendor common room. You sit down beside the other twin. George. He has been you best friend since the first year. "Whats up pretty women?" He ask's. A big smile spreads over your face.

"Nothing" you awnser shortly. "How has your date been yesterday? Did cedric treat you well, hun?" He wonders. Fred looks over to you both. "It was grea-" as you were about to tell george, how it went, the onther twins shouts from the other side of the room. "A date? Who would date an ugly brat as you?" He laughs while looking at you. "I- i think i'll leave now.... we'll talk later george" you stood up and left in silence.

George looks at fred with angry eyes. "Really? You are such an idiot" he shouts while fred leaves with a smirk on his face.

As youre sitting in class, the pretty boy from yesterday appears behind you. "Hey pretty lady" he whispers into your ear as he sits down beside you. You feel your cheeks warm up and a smile spreads over you face. "Hey pretty boy" you say happily.

A few minutes after the class has started, you feel that something has been thrown at the back of your head. A paperknoil. You picked it up. It seem lile someone had wrote somthing onto it. "Mh.." you whisper as you unfold it. ~pretty girl? Never. He'll use you anyways.~

Your heart stops. This made you feel so bad. You turn around just to see him amirking at you. Fred. It was fred. You wish you could just kick that smirk out of his face. You feel tears building up in your eyes. Without asking you storm out of the classroom. You didnt care about anyone, not even cedric.

"Y/n, darling, wait." you hear cedric shouting. You wait. Not facing him. He hugs you from behind. "i read it. Dont care about them. You are the prettiest girl on earth." He smiles. You turn around. Facing him. He wipes away ypur tears.

One week went flying. After class cedring asks you to study with him in the hufflepuff common room and you agreed.

He smiles. "See you at 5?" He asks again. You agreed and went to the griffendor tower. "What is that smile for?" The fat lady asks. "There is that one boy-" you tried to explain and she starts talking. "Ahh... young love... anyways. Come in." There she goes. Opening the etrace to the griffendor tower.

A few hours later you are walking down the stairs. "How do i look georgie?" You ask happily. " what ist that a pj? Your going on a date in pj's or what?" Fred laughs at you. "I didnt ask you about you opinion!" You storm off into your droom. "Great." George replies. Before heading into you room, grabbing your favorite sweatshirt and you fav jeans and handing them to you.

Studing with cedric was great. He insisted to bring you back to the griffendor tower, but you shook it off, it wasnt far. "Good night then, pretty girl" he says, kissing your cheek. "Good night" a little smile leaves you face. As you were waling through the coridors you saw daniel and his "friends", stupid motherfuckers, picking on george.

Since george came out as bi-sexuel, the slytherin boys kept picking on him. "HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" You ran over to geroge. "stupid mudblood!" Daniel grabed you by your arm and pushed you to the ground. You tried to defend your self, but he was to strong. You were looking over do george, who was held by two boys, and one punching george. "George!" You screamed, not caring about your own pain.

Suddently you felt someone pulling daniel off of you. It was fred. You ran over, helping george while fred was punching daniel. The boys ran away. "Fred stop! Thats enough!" You screamed. Fred let go of daniel and he quickly ran away, gollowing those pussys of friends.

You are sitting on the ground. Sobbing. Holding georges face. "Y-you take his arms, i take his legs" you said crying. As you both dragged george into his and fred droom, you started taking care about georges wounds. "I-it was my f-fault."

You said quietly. "It's not all about you y/n! You are so selfcentered!" Fred shouted. "Fuck you!" You stood up wanting to leave. "could you atleast take care about my hands?" You sat down, taking his and in yours, wiping his bloody hand with alcohol wipes.

"Quiet." You say. "Make sure georgie takes those pills when he wakes up. They'll help him heal faster." You stood up and left. Three weeks passed and cedric asked you to become his girlfriend. You said yes. It was all perfect. The last tuniere came and cedric had to stay one hour under water. You met his father. Time was ticking. The onlyones who were left were cedric and harry. A few minutes passed till you saw harry dragging cedrics dead body out of the water. You and his father ran over to him. You held him. Screaming. Crying. Sobbing. George came and pulled you away.

He took you to your room, letting you place your head on his lap. Crying. Fred entered the room. "You werent at dinner... i safed you some of your favorites." He placed some food y/f/f and some tea on the nightstand next to your bed and stood in you room silent.

(Y/f/f= your favorite food)

"Gosh, y/n stop crying already! He is dead, wow! Shit happens! A lot of people die, sometimes you know and love them, sometimes you dont!" You looked at fred, stood up and slapped him right through his face. You stormed off. You went for a walk. You sat down near by the forbidden woods. Suddetly you felt someone grabbing you. Placing one hand on your mouth and pulling you into the woods.

You were screaming. You never felt that kind of pain. No one heard you. You saw daniel and his group, A knife and a lot of blood. Your arm hurt. Your back hurt. And your stomache hurt. Blood. Everywhere. They left. Left you alone. Dying. Or some kind of shit.

Two day passed and no one heard of you. The corridors where filled with studens, when hagrid carried a half dead body through the people. Right to the hospital wing. Mrs. Pomfrey took care of you. Soon you'll be fine. When you woke up, you said nothing, just laying there and staring at the ceiling. Still traumatized. George sitting next to you, holding your hand. "It hurts..." you whispered. "I know." George said. A few day later you left the hospital wing.

Dubledore expelled the boys from school. You still felt unsfe. You have spend a lot of time with george. But you haven't smiled since that one day. Two weeks till the school year ends. "You wanna spend the time at our place again?" George asked. "Mhm.." you noded, leaning against george. " how do you feel georgie?" You ask quietly. "Good... how do you feel my love?" He ask. "Better..." you said. Fred sat across the room, Watching you both. "I want to be happy again. I want to live my life." You said and you voice cracked. George nods.

"Its time for bed now... i'll bring you to bed." You both stood up and left. "Good night fred..." you said. He didn't reply. George headed back into his and freds droom. Both of the boys were laying in their beds.

"Freddie..." george broke the silence.

"George..." fred said. "The things they have done to her..." he swallowed. "Mudblood-" he swallowed again. "-And die... kill... all over her body... she will keep those scars forever..." fred sat up. "What do you mean?" Fred ask. "they carved it into her body." George said. "W-what?" Fred replied. " she hates her self even more than she did before..." george said. "She hated herself because of me." Fred said. "Yes." Said george.

The next day, the boys entered the common room to find y/n sitting on the couch. Fred immediately went over to the couch. Hugging you. You did nothing. "I am sorry y/n/n" he whispers. "I know..." you say. George sat down on the other side. "I'm sorry too fred-" befor you could finish, He replied with a "i know".

"Georgie, could you leave us alone for a sec?" Fred ask. George noded and left.

"I want to explain..." he said. You nod. "I am so sorry.. i didnt mean to say all those thing to you. I just could stand you crying over other boys. I could stand you laughing at other boys jokes. I couldnt stand seeing you lauging with other boys, because they werent me."

You looked at him. "You are in love with me, arent you?" He is just nodding. He looks down to the ground. "Always been" he admit. "I never hated you either." You said. " i really liked you..." you admit. "Mhm... me too... but you dont like me anymore, right?". He ask. You shrug. "well... lets find out." He suddently pressed his lips onto yours. You didnt pull back. It was incedible. His lips were soft and his kiss was full of energy and adrenaline.

After minutes of kissing you break the kiss.

"WOHAAA FRED!" George shouted. Fred started to blush while you were giggeling. Laughing for the first time. The two boy were looking at you. Both huged you tightly.

The last two weeks flew by and you guys finally reached the home of the weasleys. Molly weasley was more than happy to see you again. She hugged you tightly.

That one day, everyone but you and fred, left for a trip. You and fred were cuddeling and kissing till something happened. You both wanted more, but as soon as fred wanted to pull your t-shirt over your head you pulled back. "S-sorry... i-i cant..." you said looking away. Not facing fred. "Its okay darling... george told me about it. I know what you are thinking of yourself, but you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen. You are more than perfect. Even if you gave scars, i dont care, if you want, i'll kiss every single on of them. Those scars are empty words. You are the prettiest human. I love you y/n!"

You looked at him. Shocked. Tears filled you eyes. You hugged him tight. Not letting go of him. "Thank you freddie..." you kissed his cheek. "Now stop crying my love" he kisses your forhead.

*START OF SMUT / NSFW*

Suddently you pull up your shirt. Revealing your black bra. Fred couldnt stop staring." Dear merlin, i hope that is a set!" He pulled of his shirt as well. Unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. "No way my dreams are comming true!" He stares at you black string and then looking up again. Seeing, or better hearing you giggle made him feel happy too. You felt comforttable now. He pulled down his jeans as well.

You inhale deep as he unclips your bra.

"Fuck... so pretty" he said. As he told you so, he kissed every single scar. Whe he reached the bottom. Where you string starts, he looked up to you, to make sure, that he is allowed to. As you nod, he pulls your string aside. Kissing your hot spot, then slowly licking over your slit. As you let out a moan, he looks up to you. "Fuck. This is going to be fun." He chuckled cause of your giggle and continiued licking and teasing you. As he felt you getting close, hes stops.

Your breathing was heavily already. "Come on man!" You said frustrated. "Shhh. I want you to cum all over my cock" he said with a smirk on his face, pulling down his boxers.

He slides of your string and throws it across the room. He pulls you down to the edge of the bed. "Fuck." You whispered at the moment you saw his length. "You like it, huh?" He asks. You nod. He starts pushing the tip into you. Teasing you to let out a soft moan. Then he sholves his whole length into your hot spot. You feel the heat comming up.

"Faster!" You scream, scratching his back. He does as he was told. "Freddie!" As soon as you screamed his name, he let go a loud growl. "Merlin! I'm gonna cum fred!" You screamed as he slamms his length into you. "Wait my love.." he pulls out and turns you around, that you are laying on your stomache now, before sliding in again.

"Oh god! FREDDIE!" You are cumming hard and rough. Fred followed you. He pulled you and slid of the condom full of his hot, sticky juce. "Gosh y/n!" He kisses you.

You kiss him back, you keep grinding against his body, kissing his neck and chest. Youre kissing his whole body, stopping before you reached the place he wanted your kisses the most. "By merlins beard, y/n!". He takes a deep breath. You start sucking on his hard cock. "Could you take it all?" He ask moaning. You try your best, but fail. "Let me help you... first relex." You relex. "Good girl. Now open your mouth..." you do so. He slowly grinds his hip forward. "Good girl. Halfway in." He continiues doing it. Your eyes are shut.

"Just a bit... yeah... yeah...." he groans loudly. his full lenght in your mouth now. A tear escaping your eyes. His balls pressed against your lips. He slowly pulls out, but emediantly slamming back inside. Feeling you gag on his dick made him moan. He repeats a few times before pulling out. Cumming in your mouth. "Good girl." You both were out of breath. He pulls you up, kissing you. He is hugging you tight, looking at you, strocking your arm.

*END OF SMUT / NSFW*

A few hours after, the weasley came back and you all had dinner. Everything was perfect. You and fred. Everything. You had a family now. You loved everyone.

This is my first story on tumblr. And english is not my mother language.... i hope you liked it :)

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #george weasley #enemies to lovers #harry potter #fred weasly x reader

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Happy family

Fred Weasley x Fem! reader

Part 2 of Come back to me

Summary: A few years after the War of Hogwarts and adjusting to parent life. You had twins, Fred and Geroge still had the Weasley Wizard Wheezes open although they no longer lived upstairs. This is about the Birthday of the Twins

Warning: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, maybe some curse words

3 years after the battle of Hogwarts:

You were getting ready in your house's backyard for your twins' birthday party. Fred had gone back inside to get them ready. Today was their 2nd birthday. It was also close to the 3rd year of the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry finally defeating Voldemort. Now George was supposed to be setting up, but you convinced him to let you do it. “Y/N!!! You aren’t supposed to do anything, you're supposed to rest, Women your literally 6 months pregnant!” You heard Fred yell making you jump. “Fred hon-” You tried to say but he interrupted you “BLOODY HELL, GEORGE WHERE ARE YOU?” you knocked him on the head and said “Blimey Fred don’t scream, you’re scaring the kids” You went to your children and “Now S/n and D/n what do you think?” They started to giggle and look around.

“Now where are my GRANDKIDS?” Mrs. Weasely yelled coming through the back door. “Sweet Y/n, how are you and the baby faring?” She asked you, and you answered “Good, although this one is a kicker doesn’t let me sleep much” Ginny and Harry were just coming through the back door, with Hermoine and Ron following them.

Life was good, although we lost some on the way to victory, we still remember them. There were days when I would have wished Cedric or Dumbledore lived to see the battle and our Victory or that I was powerful enough to bring them back.

~A few hours after~

“Y/N!!” Harry yelled, “Help me, your kids are not letting me leave the house!!” you turned around and laughed seeing Harry trying to move with your twins on him. “Blimey mate, here, S/N down, and harry put down D/N” Ron rushed to him. “What are you going to name this baby?” Hermoine Granger asked, “Well if it’s a boy, we’ll call it Cedric,” You told her, “Like Cedric Diggory,” She said, you nodded and said, “Yes, like my best friend, he deserves it.” “And if it’s a girl?” Ginny asked, “I’ll name her, Delaney” you answered smiling, Ginny and Hermoine smiled knowing you were going to be naming your kid after a person special to you, your best friend, or your sister.

“Mommy, cake!” Your daughter screamed as soon as Lupin brought out the cake, with Teddy being carried by Tonks behind him. You laughed at her excitement and how Teddy was desperately trying to out of his mother’s arms to play with your son. Seeing Teddy, your daughter stopped looking at the cake and turned her attention to Teddy. Fred noticed and said “Sweets, time for blowing out candles or no cake!” That grabbed your children’s attention.

Life has ups and downs, but the ups always overcome the downs. You may have lost many people special like Cedric and your sister, but you have gained a new sense of life with your children.

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Sorry, this was short, I didn’t have much inspiration to write this but I had to continue the story.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley #fluff

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kayesfictioncharactershusbands · 2 years

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Lovely ( Fred Weasley x Reader )

Summary: Being a pureblood daughter means that you need to be proper and need to do what a proper lady and a pureblood girl should act. But well, you are different. As you are also very sarcastic. And that made one certain red-headed Weasley boy think that you are lovely.

Warning: none but fluff!

House: Ravenclaw

( not my gif and also, I can't find any Fred Weasley gif without George)

Being a pureblood daughter and the eldest means you need to act appropriately. Need to study, do what your parents have told you, and aim for what they want you to do. I mean, you are one of the well-respected pureblood families after all.

But in every pureblood family, there would always be one of them who quite a bit act differently, and well - that's you. You do what you are asked of course, but you are very wise and mischievous for a Ravenclaw girl of course.

It is now a Hogsmeade weekend, and so every student who can go is now walking shop to shop to look at each thing they want to buy. As you were walking with your friends, you saw Malfoy tormenting one Hufflepuff kid who seems to be not OK. That is about to cry.

You look at your friends and annoyingly groaned. " Seriously, can we just have a normal walk here? Why is he like this?" You then get your wand from your back.

You gave your friends a smirk. "Please don't do it. You know him Y/N, he will say something to his father." One of your friends Ashley said.

"No, I don't care. He needs to stop." You told her and get near towards where Malfoy and his two annoying servants as you call them.

As you get near them, you then cast a spell. " Accio wand!" You said and caught Malfoy's wand. He turned to where his wand has been stolen and he saw you. The eldest daughter of his father's co-worker. The eldest daughter of the Y/L/N family.

"What are you doing? Give me my wand back! Or I will -" you then cut him off.

"Tell your father? Pfft, I don't care Malfoy." You told him and now twirling his wand on your right hand.

But it seems like Draco Malfoy isn't done with his threat to you, as he is his father's son after all. He smirked as if like he has another thing that he has to say.

" You might not be scared of me or my father Y/L/N, but my father knows your father. " Draco says feeling proud of himself because he knows every pureblood kid needs to follow orders or simply follow what they are told inside their household.

But he did not know that you are different of course, and so you look at your friends and you burst out into fits of laughter. On the other side, one certain red-headed twin and the older twin watch you with love in his eyes.

The younger twin and their best friend notice it, of course.

"Your drooling Freddie." Geroge Weasley teases his twin brother, Fred quickly wipes his mouth but when he did he glared at his brother because he doesn't feel anything.

"Oh shove off George," Fred annoyingly told his brother and looked back at you waiting for your response. George then laughed at his brother's response.

"Well for your information, Draco I am not scared of my father or my mother. You may send a letter to your father about me and he will tell my own father but, dad would just laugh at your father." You told him and throw his wand at him and he then caught it.

You again turn around and gave a smile. A smile that made Fred Weasley felt like his heart is beating very fast.

"And again, if you would start to torment another student, I will again get your wand from you." You and your friends then walked away giggling with each other.

"Well, that made Malfoy shut up." He heard Hermione say along with Harry and Ron's laugh. Fred turned around, well yeah he was mesmerized by you and thought of you as a lovely person but he doesn't know your name.

"You know her?" Fred ask Hermione and she nodded.

"She's Y/N Y/L/N one of the smartest girl in Ravenclaw, a pureblood actually. She's in the same year as you guys. How do you not know the infamous sarcastic, wise and clever girl in Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked him. His eyes then went wide.

He heard your name of course, from Ginny. His sister told him about Y/N. His sister was saved by her. Ginny was almost tormented by Malfoy also. Ginny can protect herself, but the Ravenclaw girl helped her.

" She's the girl who every guy in our grade fancies? Bloody hell, she's lovely." Fred muttered but he didn't know that all of them heard him.

" Then ask her out." He heard George say he looked at him in shock.

" She's Y/N Y/L/N, she would not say yes and if would ask her, she would just sarcastically say something that would embarrass me." And that made his brothers and his friends laughed.

"Yeah, right. You're Fred Weasley. Just ask her out." Hermione told him. " Just don't do something stupid."

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And so he planned how to ask her out. Ask Neville what is the best flower to give her. His twin brother snorted along with Lee.

" I can't believe how you, Fred Weasley would like this to a girl. While also holding flowers. Good luck mate." Lee said with such encouragement. Also with a smile.

"Yeah mate, good luck." George also told him and he then gave them a smile.

"Thanks! Wish me luck!" And so, Fred went out and searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found. He curses because he should've asked Harry to borrow the map.

But then he bumped into someone. And when he looked at the person, he saw the most beautiful girl no - the most lovely girl that he had ever seen. With your beautiful Y/E/C that made his heartbeat.

"I'm so - sorry." Fred stutters while holding the flowers which are now a bit torn now. He then heard her giggle.

"It's fine Weasley, so um, why are you holding those pretty flowers? Or who are you giving it to?" Y/N asks him with a grin on her face. Fred cleared his throat and straighten how the way he stands.

He then gave his famous Fred Weasley grin. He can't show that he is nervous in front of a girl. Especially to the girl who wants to ask out.

" Actually, it's for you," Fred said and that surprises you. I mean, he is the first guy who actually asked you out that without stuttering. Because some guys will just, stutter because you tend to be sarcastic.

When he gave you the flowers, you smelled them and smiled at him. But you raised one eyebrow because it might be a prank.

" This is not a prank, right Weasly?" She asks him while raising one eyebrow. Fred is now feeling confident, and so he smirked.

" It's not a prank, Y/L/N. And I want to ask you out on a date." Fred said but she didn't hear the last part since he just muttered it.

"What did you say? In the last part, what DID you say?" You ask him again emphasizing the did because you know he said something but you didn't hear him say it.

Fred gave a heavy sigh. It is now or never. " I wanna ask you out on a date, on the next Hogsmeade weekend. If you're OK with it?"Fred again asks you but now you can hear it clearly. You gave him a smile and smell the flowers.

You kissed his cheeks and giggled. "Yeah, it's a date. Don't be late Weasley. Three Broomstick. 3 'oo clock sharp." You told him and walked away.

Fred then jumped out and down shouting like a guy who got a toy from his mother. "YES!" Fred shouted and when Y/N heard that she giggled.

" Yeah, you're really not subtle about it aren't you, mate?" George asks him and patted his shoulder.

" Yeah, he's not." Lee agreed and they watched Fred looking at you with such a lovely manner.

#harry potter x reader #fred weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter masterlist #fred wealsey imagines

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harry potter and his tumultous meetings with luck

Harry Potter was having a pretty peaceful life right now. Well, as peaceful as you can get being the man-who-conquers or the boy who lived twice or some other word misnomer people liked to refer to him by.

He had gotten his mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts and was teaching DADA in Hogwarts. His friends were married and thriving and his love life was never better. He has been dating his girlfriend Ginny Weasley for 10 years.

They started dating when he was 16 and she was 15 and have been going strong ever since then. Harry would like to say that they, “technically” broke up while Ginny liked to reiterate that Harry was being a prat so they were “technically” still together. Honestly, They both didn’t really care to count how long they were actually together.

Harry was currently 25 and Ginny 24 when Molly started hinting at the both of them getting married. At this point, everyone was joking saying Harry was going to take forever.

Somehow Ron manned up and got engaged to Hermione for two years and got married the previous year. It was a lovely fall wedding and Harry was the best man while Ginny was Hermione's maid of honor. Harry did not want to admit that he shed a few tears at the wedding and had a lot of fun.

Kids and marriage and the 4 story house with a picket white fence wasn’t really a goal that Ginny and Harry had set themselves out for. Ginny hadn’t really felt the need to wear a shiny rock to prove that she was Harry Potter’s wife as the Prophet liked to say. Ginny wasn’t in a rush to have the big lavish wedding that she knew her mother was going to throw and obsess over every single detail for her.

She would know because she did the same thing when Bill got married, when Charlie got married, when Fred and Geroge got Married and when Ron got married. All their closest friends either were already engaged, married or had a baby on the way.

Case in point Hermione and Ron, Bill and Fleur and so on.

Of course Harry and Ginny had talked about engagement and marriage and babies and they simply weren’t in a rush like everyone expected them to be. Ginny loved her career as the chaser for the HolyHead Harpies and Harry loved his job as a teacher. He tried the auror thing out for a year and quit because he did not want to spend the rest of his life chasing villains and dark lords.

He liked his life with Ginny but the next coming events were things he did not imagine happening. But he was harry potter so why was he surprised

It all started like this

1 year ago

It was a calm day and it was summer vacation with Harry being on break and Ginny not having her match until the next week. It was currently nightfall and Harry was sitting on the couch with the telly on but he was skimming through a book in his hand.

Ginny was currently laying upside down on the couch humming to herself. It was peaceful in a way with just the two of them relaxing and weren’t in the busy hustle of life. Harry glanced at his girlfriend and smiled amused thinking, “Wonder what she thinking about”

Ginny was humming lazily while the clock above them ticked at a steady pace. Harry noticed that Ginny was about to say something but was simply just laying there thinking of words to say. Sometimes Harry saw a little of Luna Lovegood's mannerisms in her. Just floating through everything that’s going on and not minding everything that ever was.

“Harry” Ginny asked with a smile on her face and amusement coloring her tone

“Yes, love?” Harry asked tentatively because you never know with this one

“What if we just go married without telling anyone and then just walk in waiting for how long it’ll take for them to notice” Ginny asked grinning

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, “You have wicked ideas, I love it”

Ginny asked, “So let’s get married today, not like it’s hard”

Harry looked at her shocked, “you mean right now”

“Yeah why not, I mean we’re gonna get busy and then we won’t have any tiiiiimee” Ginny whined playfully

Harry sighed exaggeratedly, “Fine let’s go get married”.

Ginny giggled and sat up grabbing Harry by the hadn who was asking confused, “Shouldn’t we change?”

Ginny thought for a moment, “nahh”

Harry fondly rolled his eyes and they went to get married. It was the easiest thing that Harry himself has ever done. He thought he would feel some sort of shaky nervousness but he didn’t. He was basically getting married to the love of his life. The person who stood with him at his worst and brought him to his best.

It was a very simple ceremony and Harry could not ask for anything better. Ginny changed her mind and put on a simple white dress while Harry tugged on a white button shirt and pants. They walked into the muggle courthouse smiling excitedly.

In an hour Ginny Weasley was now known as Ginny Potter.

Harry was confused as to why she took his name but Ginny smiled genially at him and stated, “There’s a million other Weasleys to carry on the name but not a single potter but yourself, I’d reckon I’d like to become the second”

Harry couldn’t help but beam at his girlfr- no wife

Ginny never really saw the need for a wedding ring

“I’m already married to you why must a ring showcase that”

But she decided they had to know somehow

When walking into the jewelry store the man working in upfront stated, “An engagement ring too polish yes?”

Ginny took great relish in stating, “No we’re here to buy a wedding ring for both of us”

Harry rolled his eyes while grinning amused looking at the shocked man.

The man cleared his throat and took out the rings from the protective case. Both Ginny and Harry peered down at the cases, humming and hawing dramatically. Ginny would mutter, “I like that color”

While harry would respond back, “babe your mother would murder me if i got a ring like that for you”

Ginny grinned, “It has a certain touch too it”

Ginny giggled but put the ring down and perused some more with Harry giving sarcastic commentary along the way. It was quite funny to see the shopkeeper's face turn redder and redder with each passing insult to the rings.

Harry of course didn’t mean any of it and Ginny found it hilarious either way

They finally decided on a teal sapphire ring that had leaves circling it. Ginny picked the color because it reminded her of Harry's eyes just a little. After paying for the selected ring the shopkeeper looked relieved for the two of them to be leaving but ginny then stated, “let’s get a ring for you too”

Harry gasped dramatically, “for meee?”

Ginny fondly rolled her eyes, “yes for you”

They spent another hour there carefully picking up each and every single one of the rings and finding the tiniest faults with it because their reservation for dinner wasn’t for another two hours. From there they were planning on going home and celebrating. And then tomorrow was a Weasly family dinner with everyone in attendance.

Ginny had bets running on who was going to see the rings or notice first.

Harry had 10 galleons on Luna while Ginny had 10 on her hawkeyed mother.

Finally, Harry also decided on a ring that had a teal band running through it.

“I wanted it to match” Harry explained excitedly

Ginny fondly rolled her eyes while controlling her giggles

After finally paying and actually leaving to the shopkeeper's relief, Harry and Ginny went to dinner. It was a place they rarely went to and only for special occasions. To get a reservation you had to plan months in advance but Harry and Ginny were stickin rich and also a potter owned this restaurant or whatever and they were allowed to walk in whenever and eat for free.

The sight it probably was to walk in with people dressed to the nines while ginny and harry had on comfortable clothing. Ginny was judging the clothing when being walked to their table.

“That does not look comfortable” Ginny motioned over to the woman in a skin-tight dress.

Harry hummed in agreement ad they finally sat down at their table.

Harry sighed, “I’m beat”

Ginny agreed, “Who knew something as simple as getting rings and signing some papers was that stressful”

Harry grinned, “I wouldn’t say stressful, it was fun actually”

Ginny beamed at him, “It was wasn’t it”

Harry then asked, “I think in the distant future maybe we should do the bonding ceremony”

Ginny thoughtfully agreed, “I think so too, we also might get some heat off of us from just popping a ring on our fingers and calling it a wedding”

Harry had the fake falsetto voice, “How dare you get wedded without your family”

Ginny couldn’t help but cackle out loud

So they sat there eating there weight in fancy food and just sitting there talking and talking and more talking.

Harry felt finally at peace with his wife sitting and eating dinner. Who knew something like that would cause him so much happiness?

Harry was always stuck in some dangerously dangerous situation that almost killed him or his family and best friends.

Ginny absentmindedly picked Harry’s hand and started playing with the fingers. (not in that way ya nasties)

Harry couldn’t help but fondly smile at her in love.

“Yeah this is the life I dreamed of sitting in that cupboard all those years ago” He thought to himself content.

present-day

Harry and Ginny were idly walking around as they got ready for the Weasley Sunday Dinner ™ . They haven’t seen everyone else for a week because they basically were offline from the world and went to America for their “fake but kinda real honeymoon” as Ginny would like to say.

Harry tugged on another buttoned-up shirt which a light blue and Ginny matched him with a pretty blue dress that Luna gifted her. Harry forgoed the suit coat and tie because he didn’t see the need to be that fancy.

Ginny was looking at her hair in annoyance because she just wasn’t in the mood to brush it. Harry walked and gently took the brush from her and started on a fishtail braid. How Harry knew how to braid? Well, when he was younger and Hermione sometimes needed help with her own hair, Harry would look up books in how to do different hairstyles.

Harry actually kind of liked the hairstyles and slowly figured out a way to grow his own hair out. The Dursley despised it but Harry absolutely loved it. It also made his hair a little more manageable with the skeezy hair products that actually worked.

After harry finished, Ginny turned him around and put a simple bun for him which harry didn’t mind at all.

After everything was ready but took a deep breath and walked through the floor after calling out, “The Burrow”

Harry still absolutely hated floo travel but dealt with it unfortunately.

They saw the burrow in chaotic chaos as usual and half the kids running too them

“Aunt Ginny” Victoire or “Vicky” came running towards them

“Uncle Harry” Teddy shouted excitedly with his hair turning a brighter teal

All the others came as well with all of them laughing and giggling while catching up. All sat in the living room and Ginny made sure too show off her ring but no one seemed to pay attention.

Both Harry and Ginny looked at each other with a bemused smile on their faces.

Soon the room was awashed with chatter and gossip until the dinner bell rang.

Then it was a stampede outside to get to the chairs and Harry and Ginny just calmly walked outside with their arms swinging.

Ginny sat down next to her niece Vicky while Harry sat next to Teddy.

Both were chattering both of ther ears after not seeing there favorite family members for a week.

Everything was going normally until luna cut in serenly with, “Congratulations Harry and Ginny”

Everyone looked at the couple confused

Ron asked, “What do you mean congratulations luna”

Luna looked surprised, “They didn’t tell you”

Hermione looked frustrated, “Ask us what”

Ginny cleared her throat and exclaimed proudly, “We got married”

Molly Weasley shouted, “WHAT”

Before she could start shouting luna stated, “No, I was saying congratulations on you baby ginny”

Harry and Ginny looked at each other surprised

“Huh no wonder you hated the smell of vanilla” Harry muttered

“I honestly got sick of it” ginny replied back

Molly looked like she was about to get a heart attack while everyone else was confused and happy.

#this is based on something i saw on tumbr #harry potter #hinny #hinny fluff

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sincerely-wyvern · 1 year

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Weasley twins, "I regret nothing"

Relationship: Fred Weasley and George Weasley Prompt: (Dialogue) “I regret nothing.”

They had finished touring the empty building of 93 in Diagon Alley, both Fred and George Weasley knew it was the spot for their business. The location was perfect. There was a large open floor for their shop with a good-sized basement for brewing, development, and storage, and there was an apartment over the shop where they could live.

The twins shared a look then a smile, knowing the other felt the same way.

“We’ll take it,” Fred told the realtor Hazel Brown, a witch in her mid-thirties with graying dark blonde hair and brown eyes.

The realtor glanced at each twin before nodding. “Let’s return to my office,” she instructed. “We can put your offer together and subject.”

The twins nodded, each wearing a serious expression. It was finally starting to happen. Their dreams were starting to become a reality.

The next four hours were spent in Brown’s office in Vertiz Alley on paperwork – financial paperwork, loan paperwork, and writing a personalize letter. Thanks to the loan from Harry, their savings, and their sales, they had enough a decent downpayment and they qualified for a decent loan through Gringotts. With their business plans and projected sales, the twins were confident they could pay off the loan early.

Brown smiled as she handed over a blood quill for the final signatures. “Just a few more,” she promised, “and I will submit the paperwork.”

Fred nodded as he took the blood quill. Before signing, he took the time to read over everything. When he was done, he passed the quill to his twin.

George copied the actions of his twin.

Taking the blood quill back, Brown signed as well.

When everything was signed, the parchment turned gold for a few seconds before returning to it’s normal color.

“If your offer is accepted, there will be more signing,” Brown told as she waved her wand over the parchment.

The twins nodded.

Smiling, Brown asked, “How are you feeling?”

“No regrets,” Geroge answered.

Brown beamed. “Please look for my owl in the coming days,” she said as she took up to escort them out of her office.

The twins made their way back to Diagon Alley, stopping to look at the storefront at 93.

“I regret nothing,” Fred agreed.

Together, they turned and made their way back to their rented room at The Leaky Cauldron.

Words: ~400

#drabble game #drabble game response #Weasley twins #gen: Weasley twins #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #fanfiction #drabble #Harry Potter

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hi !!! i absolutely love your writing ! would u mind doing another harry potter imagine? thank u </3

H. POTTER X F!READER

Synopsis It's hard to stay cool when the girl you have a crush on is right there beside you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Harry and Ron yawned in unison as they walked through the woods, following Arthur Weasley, who was in the lead, with Charlie and Fred and George close at his heels, Ginny and Hermione in the middle, and lastly, the two boys. Now, both of them were excited for the Quidditch World Cup, don't get them wrong, but this whole waking up before the crack of dawn to Hermione throwing pillows at them was not exactly their favourite part of it all.

The morning, however, had been all but calm, Molly had heard Fred and George trying to smuggle Ton-Tongue Toffees out of the house to sell, even after they got scolded for what happened with Dudley. Harry's cousin having eaten one that Fred and George dropped with the intent of him eating it, causing Dudley's tongue to grow in size. This made Molly yell at the two twins just before they left.

The woods were calm in the early summer morning, with fog still on the ground. Birds had started to wake up, and you could hear them sing as they flew above the tree tops. Harry had to admit that the woods close to the burrow were quite cozy. But he was broken from his own thoughts as Ron poked him and pointed out how far back from the others they were. Jogging to catch up with the others.

"Arthur!" The boys then heard a man call out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry Amos, some of us got a bit of a sleepy start." Arthur jokingly looked back at Ron, who yawned.

It then dawned on Harry when they came closer that it was Amos Diggory and Cedric Diggory who stood there. Harry had talked to Amos once before when the man was happy over Hufflepuffs' win last year. However, this meant another person should be there, so Harry started to look around for her.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me, at the Ministry. " Arthur said proudly and then turned to the brown-haired boy beside the man. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric smiled at the man and extended his hand to shake hands with Arthur, smiling brightly. "Yes, sir." He answered before looking up at the big tree above them.

"y/n? Are you coming or what?" Cedrict asked his sister, who had gone unnoticed, where she sat up in the tree. When Harry spotted the girl, he smiled.

y/n grinned at her brother before she tossed down her backpack for him to catch and jumped down so she landed beside Amos. Making sure her stance was stable before she straightened out.

"Well, that's quite and entrance y/n." Arthur put a hand in her shoulder and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Alright, this way." Cedric spoke up as he started motioning towards where they were going to go. So everyone started walking, and just before Cedric got too far, he tossed the backpack back to his sister.

"You carry your own shit," He told her.

"Cedric," Amos warned the boy, and he held up his hands in retreat and showed the others the way.

y/n was just about to join in and walk with Harry when her dad stopped him. He was amazed to have Harry Potter himself with them, and she could see Harry glancing over at her. She shrugged at him and joined Hermione and Ginny.

"I don't remember your brother being so good-looking, y/n." Hermione hooked her arm through y/n's.

"Ew, Mione. That's my brother. Plus he's way too old for you."

"Who says he's too old?" Ginny asked with a raised brow, and it made y/n groan.

"Are you aware that we can hear you?"Fred then turned to the girls.

"And if we can, then Cedric probably can too." Geroge chimed in.

"Yeah, well, ego boost for him then, I guess." y/n rolled her eyes and unhooked her arm from Hermione when she saw her dad walk past to catch up with Arthur. She slowed her steps and, quite quickly, was at Harry's side.

They both started to engage in conversation with one another. They talked about everything from the joke candy and things that Fred and George had been making or trying out during the summer to this mystery thing that was to happen at Hogwarts during the year. Harry joined in with all that he heard from Arthur and y/n told all that she had gathered from her dad. They're both thinking about what it could be.

But the topic soon changed to Quidditch. Of course, Harry was proudly standing with Bulgaria, but y/n were strongly against this. She was rooting for Ireland. They talked back and forth about why their team had to win. "Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. He's the best seeker of all."

"Oh please, he's all looks. Plus, Bulgaria play dirty most of the time; they're like the equivalent of when Flint was still captain of the Slytherin team. "

"No they don't!" Harry argued back, and it made Ron turn.

"You have no idea what you're talking about y/n, Viktor Krum will make sure Bulgaria wins." Ron spoke proudly, the boy being starstruck by the well-known seeker.

"Well, Ireland has Connolly," Fred piped in.

"And Quigley." Geroge also joined in.

"See!" y/n motioned towards the twins. "Fred and George are on my side; Ginny and even Hermione, who's not into Quidditch all that much, are rooting for Ireland. You and Ron are literally the only people who are hoping Bulgaria wins just because you're in love with Viktor Krum. "

A whole argument started between all the Weasley kids, Harry and y/n. All of those who were for Ireland were arguing back and forth with the two boys and counting up reasons as to why Ireland was going to win. It was all just fun, ending with all seven of them starting to laugh.

After a little while, they had been walking for a good hour already. Harry was about to say something to y/n but instead when he turned to her, he instead got fixated on her. Eyes looked over her features, having missed her over the summer. He could feel his cheeks slowly growing warmer and warmer the more he looked at her, and soon enough he had to avert his eyes from her as it felt like his face was on fire. Harry was quite sure his cheeks were red, but he hoped to Merlin they weren't.

Surely enough, they reached the portkey, although it made Harry frown as they walked closer, as he had no idea what a portkey was. "Just over there." Amos told everyone, and Harry's frown deepened at the sight of an old boot.

Harry tugged at y/n's sleeve before asking her. "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?"

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," George cut in before y/n could answer.

"It's a portkey," Fred finished as he, George, and y/n moved into position.

"Time to go!" Arthur called.

"What's a portkey?" Harry was confused.

"Ready? After three. One, two," Amos started counting, but y/n quickly looked up at Harry.

"Harry!" And with that, Harry grabbed onto the boot.

"Three."

It all started to spin, or more like they all started to spin. Slowly but surely, they lifted up from the ground up into the sky, still spinning around. Everyone except Cedric, Amos, and Arthur screamed at the continued spinning. Though the twins were screaming in cheer.

When Arthur then suddenly told them all to let go of the boot, they all clinged onto it like a life line, making all except the older Diggorys go wide-eyed. Hermione immediately protested, even though she was slowly feeling sick to her stomach from the continued spinning. They all, however, did as the man had instructed them to and all dropped to the ground. Then, hitting the ground, all of them groaned and huffed at the sudden impact of the ground.

y/n looked up from where she lay on her stomach, coming to find that Harry was only about a metre away from her. "Ouch,"

Harry sat up and nodded at her, and when he turned he could see Amos, Cedric, and Arthur, all three coming down much more gracefully than any of the others. They are certain to land on their feet. All of them were grinning from how funny all the others had landed. "I bet that cleared your sinuses, ey?" Arthur asked as the three of them landed.

Cedric was quick to help Harry get on his feet, extending an arm for him to get pulled up. Earing a smile from the younger boy as he went to help his sister. "Oh, how nice of you, Ced."

"Aw, did my baby sister get hurt?" Cedric asked sarcastically. He pulled her up to stand too, and both of them laughed. The bantering between them was just a big joke to them.

"Come on!" Arthur called as he started to walk up the hill to where camp was. It made y/n smile brightly as she immediately grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along. "You're going to love this!" It made Harry flush a crimson colour as she pulled him along with her to join the others.

Oh god did he like her.

——

The sun had begun to set over the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held. The sky turned orange and was slowly becoming a dark blue that would make the stars and constellations of other solar systems visible. It was still pretty warm out, not overly warm but warm enough that not a lot of clothes were needed to keep warm.

People were making their way to their seats. Many had chosen to sit in the boxes in the middle of the stadium. It was a stadium bigger than Harry had ever seen. Now, he was not exactly looking to play Quidditch professionally, but to play at a stadium like this would definitely be something unforgettable.

All of them were looking around in amazement while making their way further up, Arthur in the lead. They were on their way to the top, which was a wise decision.If they were to stay by the boxes, they would have to squeeze together with other people. But if they were to be furthest up in the stadium, they would not have to fight for space with others and would have better sight than others.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as they stopped from having been climbing from the lowest level and were about thirty stories below the top.

Just as Arthur was about to answer, another man's voice cut in. One that they all knew very well and one that made Harry roll his eyes. "Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at them.

y/n and Harry stood by the railing, looking down at Lucius and Draco, who were on the lower level. It was unusual to see Draco without his slytherin uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black suit, which did not seem at all practical. Draco laughed at his father's statement.

When they started to continue walking, Draco looked up at the others and smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't beast, Draco." Lucius stopped Draco with his cane, making the boy rub the spot where the cane had laned. "There's no need with these people."

Draco then looked up at them again. When he saw y/n however, a sly smile made its way to his lips. It was no news to most people that Draco Malfoy had taken an interest in the Hufflepuff girl. However, y/n had zero clue about that. The look Draco gave y/n made Harry roll his eyes. A feeling of annoyance was bubbling up inside him. No, not annoyance, but jealousy.

Before the two Malfoys could say anymore, Harry grabbed y/n's shoulder and started to turn her around so they could wall off. But Lucius Malfoy was not done as he slammed the snake part of his cane down on Harry's hand before it could leave the railing. It made y/n and the others turn just like Harry.

"Do enjoy yourself. While you can. " Lucius smiled unkindly at Harry before relinquishing his hand and walking off with Draco at his heels. But Dracos' eyes still stayed tranced to y/n.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, let's keep moving then. "We don't want anyone taking our place, do we?"Amos called from where he stood, and everyone began working their way up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're fine?" y/n turned to Harry as they waited to start climbing the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Nothing big. " Harry stuttered as he once more felt his cheeks heat up. But this time, it seemed like y/n noticed and it made him avert his eyes from her.

y/n smiled as she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, taking the boy by surprise. "Good, now come on."

Harry couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face when y/n turned and grabbed a hold of his hand to start wall up the stairs.

Oh boy.

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Long Ago (and far away) pt. 17

Severus regarded the particularly freckled specimen of Weasley fidgeting on the other side of his desk. The boy had not taken kindly to his new partner, but that remained the Weasley's problem. He and Malfoy would learn to work together if it killed everyone. In any case, hearing that both his mother and Mrs. Malfoy agreed stopped the litany of complaint. Weasley minor had a knack for complaining.

He worked steadily through marking a pile of essays from one of his first year cohorts. How anyone could send a child away to school with no idea how to structure an essay he'd never know. It was where one could see a distinct divergence in the non-magical-schooled, the privately tutored, and the parentally educated. Generally, the children from non-magical schools had a particularly good grasp of essay structure, followed by the privately tutored.

Weasley shifted in his seat. "I haven't done anything!"

"I never said you had. We're waiting, quietly, for your brothers to arrive. I will explain when they do and not a moment before." He'd learned, very quickly, to cut off complaints before they could be voiced.

Slytherins were, on the whole, even better at complaining than this Weasley.

Thankfully, he only had another two minutes before Percy Weasley opened the door to his office and ushered the twins in.

"You wished to see us, Professor?" He asked, pointing his brothers into the seats next to Ron.

"Yes, thank you for attending. I understand you hosted Mr. Potter this summer?" No use in drawing this out. If he allowed Percy Weasley more than ten minutes in his office he'd never get him back out. Where the boy found his questions he'd never know, but he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply.

"You can't blame Harry for anything!" Ron started.

"Ronald." Percy snapped in a way that had Ron turning pink and subsiding. Impressive. Severus hadn't thought anything would stop Ron Weasley in passionate defense of a friend.

"Yes, Professor, Harry stayed with us for the last month and a bit of the summer holiday."

"And I believe that the two of you and young Mr. Weasley retrieved him from his relatives?" He turned his attention to the twins.

"Have they made any complaints?" Percy cut in. "They were trying to help or, at least Ronnie was."

"We have had some...complaints regarding the treatment of Mr. Potter by his relatives." Severus spoke carefully. "Can you tell me anything about his housing or general welfare?"

"We, er, went down to get his school things, me and Fred. They were locked up." It was, possibly, Geroge speaking, but one never quite knew with any certainty.

"In a cupboard under the stairs. They were that dusty, too, like they hadn't been touched in months. Harry was worried about anyone hearing us and…" Fred picked up the narrative, both twins far more subdued than he's ever seen them.

"There was coloring on the wall. It said Harry's Room and there was a cot mattress squashed under the trunk. He wouldn't talk about it, though."

"There were locks on the outside of his bedroom door, too, and a cat flap in the bottom. His room looked like a cell. I don't think anyone would even take his furniture as charity. Hedwig's cage was padlocked, too."

"Not that she could get out the window. And the rest of the house was...have you seen it, Professor?"

"I have."

"The other furniture is...well, it's ugly but...they're not poor. It felt like they hated him."

"I didn't see any of the inside of the house." Ron shifted in his seat, leg bouncing with nerves. "But I had to...his uncle tried to pull him out of the car. Said he wasn't going back to that freak school. Harry won't talk about that, either. He had bruises for a week."

"And Mr. Potter more generally? Once he was at your home?" His question was greeted with silence.

"He's very quiet." Percy finally spoke. "Walking anywhere, at meals, even playing Quidditch. He seems...afraid to make noise. Or be noticed. He's jumpy, as well. We tried not to slip up behind him. He's...very small, and thin, and his clothing is shocking. He didn't look terribly healthy when he arrived, but he was up early and helping Mum with breakfast most days. He seemed terribly worried about whether or not he was doing things correctly."

Ron stared at his knees. "He makes a show of eating, but he doesn't eat much. That's nerves though because he isn't picky. He thinks no one's noticed. And, um, he doesn't get real presents. I wrote Mum last year and it was like a lumpy jumper and fudge was the best thing he'd ever seen. He got a card with a weird coin taped to it asking him to stay at school over the summer. That was at Christmas. He doesn't sleep well, either. Nightmares. And he'll only say he and his relatives don't get on. Um, and he told Dean and Seamus his clothing was 'grunge' but they didn't seem to believe him."

"Thought that was the ghoul." A twin muttered. "But Ron's right. He pretends to eat more than half the time, or did."

"Will any of this help, Professor?" Percy asked.

"I believe that what you have shared will help. I'll let you return to your day. Thank you, gentlemen. Oh, Weasley Minor?"

Ron turned back for a moment.

"Mr. Potter will be having some difficult days ahead. He'll need less a friend and more a brother."

"Yes, sir." The boy's eyebrows drew together as he considered the words. "I'll stick with him."

"See that you do. That is all, gentlemen."

Percy herded his brothers out, leaving Severus to some quiet contemplation.

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How had they missed it? How had they missed how the boy was treated by his relatives? Robes certainly covered a multitude of sins, but someone ought to have seen. Except...he came to them smaller than the average but clean. He rarely took his robes off, so it could have been that only his dorm-mates really saw his clothing, and children would notice a difference but might not talk about it. By some miracle, he wasn't surly and he made friends. Perhaps fewer friends than he'd hoped, and someone would need to have a word with the other House heads about that.

He'd fallen into the same trap as schoolchildren (technically their parents, but he never let accuracy get in the way of some solid self-castigation), thinking that if he looked like his father, the behavior must be the same. He, at least, had the excuse of being primed for it. All the comments from Hagrid about how he resembled James. Still, looking back on his own behavior made him cringe at points.

"Pet, are you joining me for tea or are you going to brood at your desk?" Dare poked his head around Severus' study doorway.

"I would like tea, thank you." He rose, shuffling some papers together and stacking them neatly on his desk.

Dare set a gentle hand at the small of his back. "What has you so perturbed?"

"Regrets and false first impressions." Severus curled up on the sofa, letting his house shoes fall to the floor.

Dare handed him a cup of tea and a plate of ginger newts. "You'll get everything sorted out."

"Your faith is touching, but the list of things that must be done only keeps growing." He bit the head off a newt.

"You do like to keep busy. And I'm here if you need help, even if it's sitting in Slytherin's common room, helping with essays and keeping a lid on their politicking."

"If I ever discover what cosmic force put a Malfoy and a Fitzroy into the same year, it will be an ex-force." Severus grumbled, although he felt less savage than he had. It was hard to hold on to a filthy mood with Dare chuckling warmly, biscuits, and hot tea.

"How many Fitzroys have been foisted upon you?" Dare sat next to him, cradling his own mug of tea in his hands.

"I currently have a second year, fourth year, two sixth years, and a seventh year. If I could go back in time and sterilize Barbara Villiers, I would. At least the seventh year doesn't seem to take after his illustrious ancestress, something I cannot say of the second year." He let his head thump back and breathed out.

"Oh, dear." Dare murmured mildly. "Would you like me to keep a lid on Slytherin this evening? You have a meeting, yes?"

"Yes, immediately after dinner. I've been working out a possible potions regimine and...an apology." Severus made a bit of a face at that.

"Oh, how thoroughly wretched for you." The dry amusement in his tone had Severus cracking an eye open and glaring balefully.

"I try not to behave in a way that requires me to apologize to students." Severus replied crisply. "I don't...there isn't a great deal I must apologize for, but there are a few things that in hindsight were not well done of me."

Ron slipped away from his brothers on the way back to Gryffindor Tower, muttering something vague. Percy frowned at him, but let him go with a reminder to be prompt for dinner. As if he would skip a meal? Mum told him he'd be hungrier than he could ever remember, the first few years at Hogwarts, since he was growing and using magic daily and she was right. He promised Percy he'd be on time and cut off toward the owlery. Harry wanted him to visit with Hedwig.

"You'll manage, pet. Now, drink your tea and have some quiet. Between evening meetings and plotting twelve-year-olds, you need some respite."

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He slipped up the steps into the top of the tower, comforted by the softly rustling wings and gentle hoots of the owls. Hedwig immediately glided down from her perch to sit on his shoulder.

"Harry'll be alright, Hedwig. He'll visit you soon." With that reassurance she settled in on his shoulder and set to preening his hair.

He had a great deal to think about, with what Professor Snape said. He still didn't feel quite right about it, telling like that, but Harry…

Harry didn't want anyone noticing. He didn't want them to see, so they didn't. At least not until it was so obvious they couldn't not see. It was the bars on the window for him. He spent the whole ride back home thinking about it while Harry slept next to him. How Harry was so thin, and how his clothing would have fit four of him inside, and how little he ate at mealtimes, and how his relatives made no secret of their dislike.

And Professor Snape said Harry would need a brother in the coming weeks. That, Ron decided, was how you could tell an adult who'd never had brothers. A brother. There were all kinds of brothers. Brothers like Bill and Charlie - distant but there if you really needed help; or brothers like Percy - he'd been so different when Ron was little; but being a brother like the twins was right out.

Percy was a thought. He wasn't always Perfect Prefect Percy. He was the one who taught Ron to read and use a quill and play chess and what all the mushrooms were in the orchard and told the best stories. Ron missed that Percy. But as he got further along with Hogwarts, he'd changed. Maybe Harry needed a brother like the Percy he remembered. Patient and helpful and there.

That Percy was the one who figured out that he needed to move to learn things, who taught him his letters and his numbers in fun ways. That Percy let him bounce his leg as much as he needed to when he had to sit for something and made sure they took long walks and let him chatter about chess or Quidditch.

But Mum might have some ideas, too. He fished the letter she'd sent (just to him) out of his robes and smoothed the parchment.

Dear Ron,

First, I want to apologize to you. You thought your father and I ignored what you told us about Harry. I'm so sorry we didn't tell you that we were trying to help him. We weren't sure what we might be able to do, so we didn't want to make promises we couldn't keep. I see now it would have been better to talk to you and your brothers about this.

I also want you to know how proud we are of you. It's not easy making a decision like going to help your friend, especially when you know you could be in a great deal of trouble. I know you spoke to Professor Snape today. It's not an easy thing, speaking out about something dangerous happening to a friend who might wish you to keep quiet. We are so very proud of you. I know you'll do your best to help.

I do want to make a request of you, Ronnie Ron. Could you try to study a bit more regularly and work a bit more on your essays? Harry looks to you for guidance (I hope you know how much he looks to you) and I think he might want to do more, but doesn't want to make you angry with him. I know how hard it is for you to sit and work - did I ever tell you that you're so much like your Uncle Fabian that way? - but if you let Harry know you need to get up and walk or bounce a ball I think he'll understand. Now, he didn't say anything, Ron, don't think he was moaning to your mum, but he likes to learn new things just as much as you do. Just, try to remember that everything is new for him?

Your father just dashed back in to remind me to send his love. I love you too.

Work hard and remember that we're proud of you.

Mum

Ron smoothed the parchment between his fingers and sniffed a bit, suddenly missing the Burrow kitchen with Mum bustling about and her knitting needles going over the chair in the corner and the wireless on in a low murmur so much it hurt. He was glad he'd waited until he was somewhere private to read his letter.

Soft footsteps sounded on the stairs and Ron hastily shoved his letter into his robes and scrubbed at his face. But it was only Percy, eyebrows creased as they almost always were now, fretting about something. Hedwig gave a soft hoot and took off for the rafters.

"Ron? You all right?"

The question, something he hadn't heard from his brother pretty much ever at school, nearly startled him right out the Owlery window.

"Er, fine, Perc. You wanted something?" He hadn't meant to sound so surly.

"Er, well, just, you looked a bit upset when we left the office and I...well, nevermind." Percy turned to go, shoulders in a defeated slump, and Ron couldn't help but hear Mum saying 'Sometimes, Ronnie, you need to do the reaching.'

"It's what Snape said, about brothers." He blurted it out before he could change his mind. "What if I decide what kind of brother to be and then I change...and...and Harry is hurt?"

Percy picked his way across the floor and settled next to him.

"I don't think that's likely, Ron. Bill hasn't--"

"You did!" Ron interrupted. "And Bill is your big brother. Well, he's mine, too, but he's not the big brother I remember at home. You are."

"Ron? I...I didn't think I…" for once, Percy seemed at a loss for words.

"You used to...want me around. And then you had your third year and you were too busy."

"Did I tell you I was too busy?" Percy finally managed after nearly a full minute spent trying to speak.

"Mum said." Ron swallowed thickly. "Mum said I shouldn't bother you. That you were too busy because you had more classes."

"I thought you just got too big to want me around." Percy stared at his hands. "Mum may have mentioned something to me about that, too."

Ron could only stare for a moment. "But why? I miss you!"

"And I miss you, too, Ronnie. We always were a little more alike, hmm?" Percy slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

"The Prewetty Weasleys have to stick together." Ron managed a grin. "But why would Mum…it isn't like her."

"I think...she may have wanted us both to find friends more our own age."

"There wasn't anyone my age in the area, except maybe Ginny. And Ginny wanted to be with Luna or with Fred and George. She never wanted me." Ron muttered the last.

"It isn't too late to start again, Ron. I'm...I'm trying to do less as a Prefect in Gryffindor, so I'll have more time. It was, er, pointed out to me that I'm currently the only one in our House who holds a badge and does anything about it. And that means I'm not paying enough attention to my family." Percy looked acutely uncomfortable at even the idea of doing less.

"Who shouted that at you?" Ron slanted a sideways grin at Percy.

"Borley, one of the Slytherin prefects. He's no stranger to siblings and he had several paragraphs to say about overwork. I am, apparently, by his calculations, two weeks away from a complete breakdown."

"A Slytherin?" Ron wrinkled his nose. "Dunno if I'd take his advice."

"Ron." Percy sighed. "You have the misfortune of being in the same year as Malfoy. And Fitzroy. There are more decent Slytherins than not, you know. They're not all Malfoy and Fitzroy. Borley is from predominantly Light Wizarding stock, you know. His mother was a Morningside."

"I guess Bulstrode isn't so bad. She was decent to Hermione after class today. And Nott. And Parkinson and Patil said they'd help Hermione look for a new wardrobe." He gave in, but grudgingly. Percy never had to deal with Malfoy on a near daily basis.

"Just, try to remember that they're people too?"

"I suppose," Ron grumbled. "Do you have time for a game of chess after dinner? I wanted to stop and see Harry before and Hermione'll want to go to the library for a bit."

"I'd like that. Is all your prep done for tomorrow?"

Ron wondered if he could have the Percy he remembered without awkward questions about prep. They slipped off the sill together and headed for the stairs.

"Mostly?" he hedged. "I'm going to the library with Hermione?"

"Hmm. I suppose I could overlook shoddy preparation for one night."

Despite the stern words, Ron grinned. He knew that tone from Percy.

"Thanks, Perc. I...um...Mum suggested Harry might want to study a bit more but didn't want to say, so I'm going to try."

"That's an excellent idea, Ron. You have a good mind and I'd hate to see that potential squandered."

"Could you...would…" Ron stopped and huffed out a breath. "Could you talk to Hermione about...she hates people fidgeting and tapping while she's working."

"Of course, Ron." The little smile around the corners of Percy's mouth told Ron how pleased he was to be asked.

"I remembered something that I think I should tell Snape. D'you mind if I go down to tell him?"

"Professor Snape, Ron. And I'll talk to Granger while you're doing that."

"Sure, Perc. And thanks." Ron headed off to the dungeons, feeling lighter than he had in months. Maybe even years.

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