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writing-wh0re · 2 months

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“Read it to me, darling.”

♥ pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

♥ summary: Based on this ask “you're reading a book and its so good, you dont notice george back from pratice. So he wants to test how much you love the book. ”

♥ warnings: smut 18+, oral, male performing oral, smut book (?), fingering, pussy eating, smut with little to zero plot.

♥ wc: 1090

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You were surprised how quickly you were getting through this book. Determined and excited to start the third instalment in the series.

George had been out for hours, you had noticed the rain softly washing against the window, wondering when he would pop back in to see you again. Although it wouldn’t surprise you if he kept practising in the rain.

You eyes skim over the words, a small smile on your face as Archer and Astrid, the two main characters finally shared their first kiss. You continue to read ahead, pulling the strawberry lollipop from your lips as you turn the page, excitement filling your body. You place the sweet back in your mouth, sinking down into the bed a little bit more, knowing your coming up to the juicy part of the novel. Small butterflies fill your stomach as Archer and Astrid pine over each other, both taking their relationship to the next level, solidifying their love.

“Love?”

“Sweetheart?”

Your book falls into your lap, your face a slight tint of pink, eyes adjusting to the man in front of you. Slightly wet with rain and sweat, his shirt off and on the end of the bed. Your eyes rake over his body, your mind wandering back to your book as you rub your thighs together, which doesn’t go as unnoticed as you thought.

“Sorry.” You shake your head, pulling the blanket up your body, feeling a slight shame for being caught with smut.

George smirks, taking the lollipop from between your lips, slightly glossy with sticky strawberry residue and spit. He places the sweet in his mouth, his hand under your chin. Tilting your face to look up at him.

“Love, don't tell me I’m losing you to your book boyfriend.”

You pout slightly, before you can speak the lollipop is back against your lips. You frown, swirling your tongue around the sweet, watching George’s eyes lock onto your actions as the bed dips under his weight, him resting on his knees in front of you.

“Please keep reading.” He insists, a swift wink sent your way. Moving the blanket off your legs.

A gasp falls past your lips, your fingers gripping the stem of the lollipop to ensure its safety.

“George, I don’t-”

He places his hand around your throat, his face inches from yours, the sweet smell of strawberry wafting between you.

“Shh, darling, I simply can’t take you away from this book, I’ll occupy myself.”

George grabs the book from your lap, his eyes quickly skimming the words, a small smirk on his lips. He tuts, shaking his head before, his fingers tracing down the top of your thighs, slipping between your legs, tracing the outside of your panties.

“Ah, no wonder your panties are wet.”

Blush creeps across your face, your eyes slightly wide as the embarrassment of him reading the smut washes over you. You bury your head in the book, wishing it would swallow you and help you escape this shame.

George chuckles, laying down on his stomach, his lips kissing up your thighs, biting the soft skin with every second kiss.

“I want to know who you prefer by the end.”

His fingers hook inside your panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Me or your fictional man.”

You roll your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Don’t be like that.” You mumble, his warm breath fanning against your folds.

“If you stop, I stop.” His tongue softly licks up and down your slit, an eruption of butterflies soars through your stomach.

“George.” You whisper moan, heat filling your body.

“Don’t stop love, I'm enjoying this.”

You sigh, picking the book up and resuming where you left off. George kisses your folds, his tongue slipping back between them, circling your clit while you re-read the same sentence.

Fuck, this is harder than it seems.

“Yes.” You moan, your grip on the book tightening, your hips rocking slightly.

“Read it to me, darling.”

“Uh.” The sound falls from your lips as his wraps around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. Your eyes lock with his as he softly drags his tongue up your slit.

“Enlighten me, I won’t ask again.”

You nod, quickly picking the book back up and finding where you left off while George continues to play with your pussy. You clear your throat before reading aloud to him.

“Archer gripped Astrid's hair, his hand pulling the strands around his palm. He liked the contrast between her red locks and his skin. He continued to thrust into her with heated passion- Fuck George uh.”

George chuckles against your clit, his fingers now slowly pulling in and out of you.

“Astrid moaned something that caused Archer to slow his thrusts, wanting to hear- fuck just like that - wanting to hear more of what she could offer him. He knew if he kept it at this pace she would beg, a situation Archer only dreamt of. Astrid rocked her hips back, Archer's grip tightening on the strands of hair, pulling her back against his chest, his hands falling from her fiery red locks and groping - George Oh- her bo- Yes, Yes, uhh - her boobs.”

Your head tilts back, George's pace picking up both his fingers and his tongue. The book falls on your chest, your finger tangling in his hair, chasing your hair. You rock your hips against his lips, his hands slipping under you and squeezing your ass, helping to support your slightly elevated angle.

“I’m close.”

George simply responds by humming against your clit, his fingers curling inside of you. Your back arches off the bed, your book falling off your chest and onto the floor with a small thud.

“C-cumming” You moan, your vision blurry as you squeeze your eyes shut.Your teeth biting against the strawberry lollipop as it shatters in your mouth. George slows his actions, small aftershocks shooting through your body, your legs twitching. You release a deep sigh as George pulls his fingers out of your pussy, his lips glistening with a mix of your wetness and cum.

He reaches for the lollipop stick between your teeth. You simply open your mouth showing him the shattered remnants as he smirks, leaning forward and capturing your tongue in his mouth. Intertwining his with yours and savouring the strawberry flavour before pulling away with a lick of his lips.

“You should read to me more often.”

You simply blush, hiding your face in your hands and pulling the blanket back up over your legs.

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vilentia · 1 year

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Electric Love

George Weasley x reader

George Weasley was someone who could light up a room with his infectious energy and sense of humor. From the moment you met him at Hogwarts, you were captivated by his vibrant personality and carefree spirit. He was always up for a good time, and his natural charisma drew people to him like a magnet.

Despite his outgoing nature, George had a kind heart and a genuine concern for those around him. He was quick to make friends and even quicker to make them laugh. As you got to know him better, you found yourself drawn to his lively personality and the way he made you feel.

At first, your relationship with George was purely platonic. You enjoyed spending time with him, and the two of you had a lot in common. But as you spent more time together, you began to see him in a new light. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his smile lit up his face, and the way he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

As your feelings for him deepened, you began to wonder if he felt the same way. You started to look for signs that he might feel the same way, but nothing was ever clear. It wasn't until a chance encounter one day that George finally revealed his true feelings, and you were overjoyed to find out that he felt the same way.

The moment George confessed his feelings for you, everything changed. The dynamic between the two of you shifted from friendly to romantic, and it was like a spark had been ignited. You began dating, and it felt like a whirlwind romance that you never wanted to end.

Being with George was an experience like no other. His presence filled you with a sense of excitement and energy that you had never felt before. Every time he walked into the room, it was like the air was charged with electricity. You were constantly on the edge of your seat, waiting to see what he would do or say next.

You loved the way George made you feel alive, and he was always pushing you to try new things and take risks. With him by your side, you felt like you could conquer the world. His humor and light-heartedness were infectious, and you found yourself laughing more than ever before.

As your relationship progressed, you began to discover new layers to George's personality. You found out that he was incredibly caring and compassionate, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, and you cherished every moment you spent with him.

For you, being with George was like being caught in a whirlwind of passion and excitement. You never knew what each day would bring, but you were eager to find out. Every moment you spent together felt like pure magic, and you knew that you had found something special in each other. Your love for George was electric, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world to have him by your side.

One night, you and George collapsed into bed, exhausted but content. As you lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, you felt a sense of peace and happiness wash over you.

Just as you were starting to drift off to sleep, George looked deep into your eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart skip a beat. He whispered those three little words that you had been dying to hear: "I love you."

It was like the whole world stopped for a moment as you realized just how much you loved him too. You looked into his eyes, and you could see the depth of his feelings for you reflected back. You knew in that moment that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered back, "I love you too, George." You wrapped your arms around him tighter, feeling like you never wanted to let go. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated love, and you knew that it was something you would never forget.

From that moment on, your love only grew stronger. You spent all your time together, exploring the world around you and creating memories that would last a lifetime. And no matter where life took you, you knew that your love would always be there, shining bright like an electric spark.

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pottersfia · 1 year

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Hello! Just wanted to say I love your work

May i ask for a George Weasley x F!reader?

(They have basically had a crush on eachother for a while but none of them have confessed)

We can say that everyone has their own dorms :)

George and y/n have always had a flirty relationship/friendship, but never done anything. Thats till one night when her, George and friends were playing truth or dare in her dorm.

Angelina dares George to go have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n, they go to the closet. Something “takes over” George and he kisses y/n, he mumbles something like “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” they make out and it gets steamy, but they get interrupted by Angelina when it’s been over 7 minutes.

During the rest of the game they can’t help but keep making eye contact

After the game, everyone leaves, except George. And you can choose what happened next ;))

If you could add something like dirty talk, some light praise etc that would be wonderful!

If fine if you don’t wanna do it, but if you do thank you hun! I can’t wait to see what you will come up with <3

dare | g.w. x fem!reader

summary: a game of truth or dare gets you and george a bit turned on

warnings/content: praise, oral, slight breeding kink, no condom because fiction

a/n: finally finished this one! i hope you like it :)

word count: 2.2k

"truth or dare?" angelina smiled at george waiting for him to answer.

"truth." he replied.

"boringgg." fred practically yelled at him.

"i've done five dares already freddie." he said.

"but i haven't given you a dare yet." angelina said. george rolled his eyes and you laughed at the interaction.

you were hanging out with angelina, alicia, katie, lee, george, and fred in your room. as the night went one you all decided to play truth or dare

"don't chicken out now georgie." you smiled at him. he looked at you and smiled back. with a sigh he said, "all right then, give me a dare."

everyone else attempted but failed at hiding their laughs.

"what's funny?" he says.

"nothing, don't mind us georgie." lee teased only causing the laughter to increase.

it was basically common knowledge that you and george liked each other. you were long time friends and flirted with each other endlessly but for some reason that friendship line was never crossed anymore than that.

your face heated up from the other's actions but thankfully katie spoke up.

"aw, leave him alone. they're quiet now." katie said.

"you guys are so annoying." you forced a laugh.

"ok, i have a dare." angelina said gaining george's attention again. "i dare you to spend seven minutes in the closet with y/n." she smiled. your eyes widened as you glared at her almost saying 'what are you doing?' without really saying it. she shrugged.

"good one, angie." fred said.

"oh mate, that's like your dream come true." lee said.

"stop exaggerating." he replied.

"you don't dream of being alone in a room with me?" you went back to flirting to hide your slight discomfort. george turned to you. at first not saying anything but who was he to deny being alone with you.

"i know you're just dying to go so why don't we?" he stood up and held out his hand to you. you held it and stood up too, walking towards your closet. of course your friends made their comments.

"don't have too much fun!" alicia exclaimed.

"remember we can hear if you're too loud!" said lee

"use protection!" fred added. george opened the door for you and flicked them all off as they laughed before he closed the door. you turned the lights on and heard angelina say. "the timer starts now!"

you looked up at george and smiled at him. "we don't really have to do anything if you don't want to." you said. his smile back at you made you feel that familiar butterfly feeling you always had around him.

"but do you want to do something?" he asked. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing really came out. you wanted to look away from him but the way he was looking at you, you just couldn't. instead you stepped closer to him. it was quiet besides the muffled noise of voices from outside the door. george knew there were many missed opportunities for him to make a move on you, but here he was, staring at you as you stared back and you looked so good, irresistible in his eyes. the opportunity was right in front of him.

he lifted his hand and rested it on your cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing it. your heart beat quickened and you hoped he didn't feel your face heating up. then suddenly, he leaned in connecting your lips. you were so excited you almost forgot to kiss back, but you relaxed into the kiss as he gently placed his other hand on the other side of your face.

he pulled away but still kept his face close to yours as he whispered, "i've been waiting so long for this." your heartbeat quickened and more butterflies erupted in your stomach. you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him again.

the energy definitely shifted. your lips were moving in perfect sync and your hands roamed all over each other. george kissed the corner of your mouth, your cheek, jawline, and down to your neck. you let out a soft satisfied moan from the sensation. your hands tangled in his hair and he groaned at the feeling.

"don't get t-too carried away." you said slightly pulling him away from your neck.

"don't want me to mark you?" his voice was right in your ear and you swear you could've melted.

"no, i do but," you pushed his head back to make him look at you, "i wanna kiss you more." he smiled at you.

"whatever you wish." just as you were about to kiss once again, the door opened.

"times up lovebirds." angelina said. your eyes widened as you both turned to look at her. you completely forgot about the others. "oh you two are a mess." she laughed. you furrowed your eyebrows and attempted to adjust yourself, so did george.

"shut up." you said as you walked out to join your friends.

"thanks for the dare, angie." george whispered to angelina as he left the closet behind you. she simply winked at him.

the rest of the game was a struggle to say the least. all you could think about was george and what could've happened had you not been interrupted. the two of you kept making eye contact which you swear wasn't on purpose.

"y/n? are you alright?" katie asked you. you quickly looked up at her realizing you probably zoned out. everyone else was looking at you too which didn't help your embarrassment.

"i'm good i think i'm just a little tired." you forced a smile.

"it is pretty late now isn't it." lee yawned.

"yeah, look at alicia." george pointed at the girl who was laid out on angelina's lap fast asleep.

"i think it's time we leave y/n's room for the night before the rest of us end up like her." angelina laughed. everyone agreed and stood up saying their goodbyes.

"i'm gonna stay back for a bit." george said to fred and lee who were the last ones to leave. fred gave a knowing smile and shrugged.

"i guess that dare did you two good." he said. lee laughed.

"shut up." george smiled.

"goodnight!" you waved to them and they left. "so why'd you wanna stay?" you sat down on your bed with your legs crossed and smiled at the boy. he faced you and walked closer to the end of the bed where you sat.

"i just felt like we weren't quite finished with what we started." he said.

"i agree." you repositioned yourself so you were on your knees making your face closer to his. you placed your hands around his shoulders and his fell to your waist. he pulled you closer and once again you found yourself making out with george weasley.

the kiss was soft and passionate. he gently adds his tongue more, slipping it into your mouth. you follow along with his movements as your whole body feels like it's buzzing. suddenly, you get an idea. you peck the boy once more and slightly part away from him with a smile and move your head down but he stops you by lifting your head to look at him with his fingers.

"you're so gorgeous, y/n. the prettiest girl ever." his voice was just above a whisper and you felt your face burn up as you grew practically speechless.

"t-thank you. you're uh," you looked him up and down. his hair was a mess by now thanks to you, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were burning into you. you managed to catch your breath as you continued, "you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen." you went back down to place a kiss on his neck. "can i mark you up, pretty boy?" you looked up at him through your eyelashes making the boy even more flustered if that was possible.

"yes please." he nodded. you did your best work on him. kissing all over his skin and eventually taking his shirt off. you switched your focus from his neck to his chest. your hands roamed down his torso and when you felt him clench at your touch, you groped his bulge. "is this ok?" you asked. george looked down at you.

"more than ok. you're doing so good for me." he moaned out. you were more than satisfied with his answer and began to pull his pants down. he helped and kicked them off to the side. george then moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, leaving you in your bralette. he played with your tits softly squeezing them. he leaned down and kissed your soft skin. you pulled off your bralette and shorts after that leaving you both in your underwear.

"love your body so much. so beautiful." he mumbled as he kissed your nipples. he pushed you down making you lay on your back and hovered over you. he kissed down your body and went straight to your thighs, rubbing the soft skin on your torso with his hands as he kissed your inner thighs. your breath hitched as he kissed you over your underwear. he pulled them off and almost moaned out loud from how wet you were.

"you're so wet for me, sweetheart." he gently rubbed circles on your clit making you softly whine.

"i need you so bad." you breathed out. george looked up at you as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue making you feel amazing.

you whimpered and moaned from the sensation, gripping his hair as the pressure in your core built up. his tongue went up and down on your clit and you begged him not to stop. his hands squeezed your thighs, the boy was practically in heaven. he felt everytime you made those pretty noises for him or gripped his hair harder out of pleasure and it went straight to is dick.

you started moving more against is face and your moans got higher as you got closer. george noticed and made sure to watch your face as you came on his tongue. he didn’t move until you pulled him away from the over stimulation.

“you did so good, y/n, cumming all over my face.” he kissed right under your bellybutton and moved up to kiss you. you kissed back eagerly.

“let me return the favor?” you began to pull down his underwear and he nodded, helping and kicking them off. you switched positions with george leaning against the headboard and you between his legs. the boy was throbbing. he was already rock hard from eating you out and seeing you between his legs about to suck him off only made it worse.

“let me guide you.” he put his back on the back of your head and you looked up at him replying with a small “okay.”

“stick your tongue out.” he said and you did so. he guided your head down making you lick up the underside of his cock causing him to moan. “open that pretty mouth of yours.” he says and you do making his cock go in your mouth. you swirl your tongue on his tip and move your head up and down. “yeah, that’s a good girl.” he lets out a soft whimper getting you even more wet. you stroke the part of him your mouth can’t reach. you look up to see his face, his mouth is slightly open and his forehead is shiny as his chest quickly moves up and down. the eye contact from you kills him.

“get up, i have to fuck you right now.” he says. you move your head off him and smile. he begins to move but you stop him.

“let me ride you.” his eyes light up and he sits back down watching you climb onto him. you kiss his cheek and grab his cock lining him up with your entrance. as the tip goes in you sink down on him making you both moan out. you lean your head into his shoulder and he rubs your back gently. “you feel so good, love. so warm and tight.” he whispers in your ear. his voice just makes you whine even more. you slowly move your hips and he helps your movements with his hands. you move your head up and holding onto his shoulders you look at him, moving faster.

“oh, just like that. s-so good.” he closes his eyes leaning his head back.

“cum for me, georgie. please, i need it.” you moan. he nods his head. his eyes open and his arm wraps around your torso pulling your body closer to his. he attaches his mouth to your tits and moves you up and down with his arm. you close your eyes taking in the feeling of him filling you up while stimulating your nipples. you reach down and rub your clit.

“mmm, i’m gonna cum,” george whispered.

“fuck your cum in me.” you whisper back. he lets out high pitched “fuck”s as he finally cums in your pussy. you don’t stop moving or touching yourself until you cum too. you stop to catch your breath and lean on him. your chests are heaving as you feel eachother’s heartbeat against your chests.

“you did so good y/n. that felt amazing.” george kissed your forehead making you smile. you leaned up to look at the boy and connected your lips once again.

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karahofthedawn · 1 year

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You Owe Us One (Part 6) - The Amended Agreement

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

After a steamy argument at the Yule Ball, you are asked to meet Fred and George at your usual spot. You're tired of the back and forth and are determined to figure out just what the brothers want.

Words: 4.1k

Contains: Oral sex (male and female), vaginal and anal sex, edging and threesome. No incest.

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The stars above are nothing but a distant memory as you fumble your way back to the Yule Ball with the bitter cold winter wind nipping at your heels. There was still a sea of students on the dance floor that you carefully elbow your way through.

You aren't entirely sure how this meeting is going to go with both of the Weasley twins. Part of you is angry with George for not being truthful when you had repeatedly asked if his brother was fine with him taking you to the dance. It not only made you look like a jerk, but it caused unnecessary tension between them. If you had any clue that Fred would be so jealous, then you would have called the entire date off.

Yet, you aren't regretful of tonight either. Being in George's arms on the dance floor felt like a dream come true. The way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you made you feel like you were dancing in the clouds. He always had the effortless ability to prove that you are the only person in his mind when he was with you.

Though learning the fact that they hadn’t intended for these rendezvous to continue is weighing heavily on your mind. It’s not like you had either, but learning that it was something they had discussed with each other and not you was a bit infuriating.

You snap out of your thoughts as you approach the table that George had been seated with his brother and friends. He was gone, leaving a very flustered Ron behind. The messy dark haired boy, Harry, looks up from his hands and gives a polite smile.

"George just left," he says and slouches back into his chair.

You notice that the girls that were with them have vanished too. You decide that it is probably why they're so glum. Being dumped by a date in the middle of a dance wouldn't be a great experience for anyone.

You move closer so that they can hear you over the Weird Sisters. "Did you see where he went?"

"I don't know and I don't care," Ron snaps and crosses his arms.

Harry rubs the bridge of his nose and quickly responds with, "he left with Fred, but I don't know where they headed off to."

Right, Fred did say he was going to get George first then meet her in the secret room. It just feels wrong leaving the Yule Ball without him. You were hoping that you could have some time to get an honest explanation on why George hid Fred's jealousy from you.

"Thanks," you say with a nod.

I guess that solves it then, you'll just have to make your way there alone and quickly. The last thing you need is to gather attention from any of the professors or your classmates.

Not just that, but the encounter with Fred pushing you against that rough stone wall left you yearning for more. There was something so different about how he touched you. It's like the ball of jealousy in his gut that was festering inside of him for weeks finally bursted when he put his hands on you. You play the scenario over and over in your head while walking through the dark tunnels. You know you're supposed to wait until later, but it was impossible when all you could think about was being around them again and possibly getting some answers.

It didn't take long for you to find that familiar damp hallway. The door is partially ajar and the dancing flames guide you to the threshold. The murmur of their argument immediately stops as you push your way into the room.

Fred and George are scowling at each other, then soften as they look at you. George is the first to reach you with outstretched arms. You take a step back away from him and close the door behind you. He scans your face, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"What is it, Y/N?" He asks, lowering his now wringing hands.

"Oh come off it," Fred snaps. "You couldn't hide the truth forever."

George glances between you and his brother. "What did you tell her?"

"That you both agreed that this was only supposed to be a one time thing," you answer for him. "That this was supposed to end after the first time we.. well," you trail off as you nod towards the couch. You lower your gaze and feel your cheeks grow warm.

George huffs and pulls at his tie, shooting daggers at Fred. "Because we were trying to focus on our future! But things have changed, and he knows that."

The tension in the room only thickens as Fred strides to your side and drapes an arm over your shoulders. For a moment they stare at each other. From the subtle movements and expressions from both brothers, you know that there was a battle going on in their own strange twin telepathic way. You wonder if this was normal, or if they were holding back their frustrations with each other because you are present.

"Georgie is right about that," Fred says, breaking the silence at once. "Things have changed."

George crosses his arms and his eyes flick between the both of you. His jaw clenches as Fred's arm tightens his arm around you, resembling just how his twin did in the crowd of the Yule ball. Anxiety is building in your chest as the conversation goes to another stand still.

Are you supposed to interject yourself and calm the situation? Even though it is about you, it doesn't necessarily feel like your place to do so. You watch as they continue to stare each other down like two distrustful feral cats. You can feel the muscles in Fred's forearm twitch every time George slightly shifts.

Are they really about to fight?

You see George open his mouth, and without a second thought you decide to interject with a confident and stern, "listen!"

They both raise their brows in surprise and look at you. With anxiety knotting in your stomach you pull away from Fred and stand between them, your arms tight against your chest. You aren't sure what to follow this up with, but letting them solve this themselves doesn't seem to be cutting it.

"I don't know what you both agreed on exactly before we 'officially met'," you start shakily with your gaze glued to the stone floor. "But whatever it was, I wasn't even informed of any of it until tonight. That isn't fair, especially because it seems as if you were just going to ditch me after."

As the words left your mouth the realization of how careless they both were with you hit like a ton of bricks. Being with them was something you had wanted for so long. Those few times that you were entwined with both was beyond comparable to anything. Yet, you have wanted more from the very beginning, not just a few hookups.

"It's like you hadn't even thought about how I'd feel after all of this," you hiss as you dig your nails into your biceps. "What if things hadn't changed? Was I supposed to just move on?" You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You blink them away quickly and finally lift your chin to face them.

Both of the boys are standing there stiffly, like two kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't have. George is wiping his palms on his black dress robes, avoiding your gaze all together. Fred watches you with a frown pulling at his lips.

You turn on your heel and brush past them, you grab the cold metal of the door and open it. The darkness of the passageway greets you.

"Here I thought you both really liked me," you cry out, your voice echoing back at you. "But it turns out that you are just fighting over me like I'm some toy."

The door slips from your hands and it slams in front of you. You stand frozen in place as a pair of footsteps approach from behind you.

"Now that's just mean to say," one of them says.

The other finishes with, "really, is that what you think of us?"

You swing around and see them towering over you with matching concerned expressions. They both are back in sync with their arms crossed, like their argument with each other was distant history.

"We were never going to ditch you," Fred starts.

"Never!" George exclaims. "We aren't that callous."

You wipe away tears from your red cheeks and lean back against the wooden door.

"We didn't know what to make of you, Y/N." Fred says earnestly as he reaches out and gently caresses your arm with his fingers. "Sure, we wanted to focus on our future."

George finishes with, "but we just couldn't stop thinking about you. Even after we tried to get it out of our system."

"It's true!" Fred says while nodding. "Bloody hell, it's like you're a drug."

You blush and glance between the now smiling Weasley twins. Your heart skips a beat as the knowledge of how they really feel sinks in. They take one of your hands each to pull you towards them.

Here you are again now, between the two people you can never get enough of. Your thighs squeeze together as the memories and urges flood in and coarse through your mind and veins.

You nervously swallow, then ask the question that's been burning in your mind. "Then what should we do?"

The brothers regard each other for a few seconds, then George examines you as his thumb catches the last of your tears. Then the sentence that comes next from him sends you into orbit.

"We are going to share you."

“Share?” You repeat back and step back, bumping into his ginger haired twin behind you.

“I think that was always the idea,” Fred responds and places both hands on your shoulders.

George nods, his eyes squinting from his large grin. “Even if we never said it outloud.”

You are left speechless as their words echo in your brain. Is this another dream? Could this really be what they want? Before you can think of what to say, Fred turns you and holds your chin with his forefinger and thumb. His irises capture the flames from the fireplace behind you, the color perfectly matching his copper hair.

“That is, if you’ll have us,” He muses with a lifting brow. “Right, George?”

“Right,” he agrees with a chuckle. Two hands slither from your lower back and land on your hips. Your breath hitches as George’s warm breath tickles your skin. The shadows that are stretched across the floor and up the stonewall show his silhouette enveloping yours. Even quieter than before, he leans forward and whispers, “and selfishly I hope you say yes.”

You want to stay angry, to hold your ground and walk away from this situation that will no doubt become a disaster, but there was no hope of that. Their attention is already fully on you, their claws hooking into the desires that you so deeply have for them. How can you ever tell them no? You are burning for them at your very core, and it was building so rapidly that your answer came out in a hasty and breathy, “Yes.”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab Fred by the collar and pull him into a hungry kiss. The taste of the punch from the Yule Ball lingers on his tongue. A ball of jealousy pangs in your chest as you wonder if Angelina had tasted him tonight as well. This only fuels you to grip onto his neck with both hands, leaving tiny crescent marks from your nails. He breathes out sharply, enjoying the sensation of you digging into his flesh. You want everyone to see it, so nobody else dares to tread on what you have with him again.

George moves fluidly with you both, brushing your hair off your shoulders so he can trail kisses over your exposed shoulder. His teeth sinks into the crook of your neck, his tongue rolling against your tender skin as he sucks lightly. You break the kiss with Fred and crane your neck to the side, tiny moans escaping as he increases his bite. Your world is spinning as they both press against you and sandwich you between their bodies.

As George releases his bite, he spins you to face him. He meets your lips softly, his palms holding your flushed face as he probes your mouth. His fingers move to tangle in your hair. Fred grips your hips with force as he pushes his erection against your ass. You gasp and hold onto the twin in front of you for support.

“Look at you,” George coos while looking down at you. “You’re so perfect.” His thumb traces your bruised lips before slipping it past your teeth and landing on your tongue. You purse your lips and swirl around him, making his eyes swim with lust.

You keep his gaze and drop to your knees on the hard cold stone floor. The Weasley twins glance at each other grinning, then quickly begin undoing their pants. Within seconds they had their identical cocks out and level with your face. You took them both in each hand, starting at the thick tips, then moving down the shafts with gentle and precise strokes.

You meet the tip of Fred's erection with your lips and begin tracing the head with your tongue. With his hand grabbing the roots of your hair, he encourages you to take him in. You start slow, letting your mouth get used to his girth. Bobbing back and forth, his member slides further towards the back of your throat.

George bucks his hips as he watches you work on his brother, your hand still gripping around him as well. You focus to make sure to be pleasing both of them, there could be no misunderstandings that you want more than the other. You are theirs to share, equally and wholly.

Fred's thick cock slips past the threshold of the back of your throat. You tense as you go to gag and back away, but he keeps you from doing so. His fist is full of your hair and he pushes himself even deeper, your chokes echo in the room. He smiles down at you as soon as you make eye contact with him.

"Hold it," he coaches. You feel him twitch in your throat, triggering another gag. Mascara stained tears stream down your face as you do your best to obey.

Finally, he pulls you back and slips out his wet cock. You take a few deep breaths in between coughs.

"Good girl," George says sweetly, reaching down to stroke your cheek.

Fred turns your head with the fist full of your hair and guides you to his brother. You take him in immediately, using your tongue to swirl around his sensitive tip and shaft. He groans, replacing his brother's firm grip in your hair with his gentleness. His hips move with you, deepening with every careful thrust. As his speed increases, you gag and your throat contracts on his cock.

"F-fuck!" George moans out and grabs your face with both hands to prevent you from continuing. "You're doing so good."

You swap between the two of them several times, allowing them to use you exactly the way they want. George, gentle and fast. Fred, rough and slow. You're becoming more aware of your aching knees on the stone floor, but you don't want to stop. Hearing them moan your name as you take them in your mouth was euphoric. Right here on the floor between them, you are their entire universe.

In a swift movement, Fred drops down and scoops you up. He carries you to the familiar red cushion that envelops you as he places you down. You sit there in your pink Yule Ball gown that Fred begged you to not change out of tonight. This time they were in front of you on their knees, George carefully guiding your legs apart.

"You're not just some toy," Fred starts, his mouth slack as he gazes upon your exposed panties.

"Not at all," George agrees. "You're so much more than that."

Fred laughs and his fingers loop between the lacy fabric and your outer thigh, then he slips your panties down your legs. Your wet cunt meets the cold air and you attempt to close your legs, but they both prevent you.

"Now," Fred says with a smile as George begins kissing his way up your thigh. You can barely focus on anything other than the boy who is inches away from where you ache. "You're going to tell us when you're close. Do you understand?"

"Y-ye- ah!" Your voice cracks as George leaves lick right up your slit, just barely grazing your clit.

Fred tilts his head with a devilish grin. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

You scowl at him, but it's cut short by George parting your folds and running his wet tongue against your sensitive nub. You gasp and grab him by the hair, your back arches as he flicks and sucks you. Your legs shake as Fred leaves fingertip bruises from keeping them open.

George slips in a finger and you give a loud gasp. Your body feels like it's on fire as he works on you. Fred rips down your dress and exposes your breasts, his hands engulfing the left as he nips at the right.

You grip Fred by the bicep and George by his flaming red hair. "G-George! I'm close!" You shout and feel the ripples threaten to escape throughout your body.

He stops and they switch. This time Fred is lapping at you while George is muffling your moans with his mouth. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as the twin working on your pussy wiggles his finger inside of you. It feels like only minutes that he's doing this when you become close again.

You voice it, they switch. You are throbbing now, as George is on you again. You can feel your slick running down your ass as he fingers you roughly.

"Please let me cum!" You beg Fred, who is biting above your breast so hard that you know it'll leave a perfect mouth shaped bruise.

"Not yet, darling," he says coyly.

George lifts off of you as your walls squeeze his fingers. His eyes flick to your face, so you try to plead with him. *Please, don't stop." He shakes his head and moves so his brother can continue on you.

George's lips hover over yours as he looks into your completely flushed and needing face. His chin is still wet from your cunt as he kisses you. "How many times did you almost cum?" He asks with a strangely demanding tone.

You quiver as another orgasm approaches and you can't remember. All you know is that you need release more than ever. Right before you go over the edge, Fred stops and your entire body quakes.

"How many times?" George asks again, his eyes trained on you.

You try to think back and push your head against the cushion. Your pulsating clit was making it almost impossible to focus. After a few seconds you reply with a shaky, "four.."

Fred and George grin at each other, then pull you to your feet. Your legs fail and George catches you. He guides you to the bed, climbing on top of you and giving you a long and passionate kiss.

"Please," you beg. "I need you both."

He responds by grabbing your hip and forcing you on your side. His fingers trace your jawline and run against your scalp. Fred joins behind you, his hard cock pressing against your back.

You're in such a haze that it feels like a dream. You're so pent up that it's all you can think about as the twins position themselves around you. It wasn't until you feel the pressure of their cocks on both of your entrances that you realize what they want.

"I never did this before," you admit to George nervously.

He kisses your forehead and coos, "relax for us, Y/N. We got you."

You do as you're told and release any tension in your hips and core. George starts first, he angles his hips and pushes the head of his cock past your folds. You're so slick that he slides in with ease. You shake and hold onto his biceps as his hips finally meet yours. He thrusts carefully as he reaches his hand down and rubs your sensitive clit with his thumb.

It is Fred's turn, and he holds your hips tightly as he enters you from behind. You are being stretched somewhere new, bringing a burning and strange sensation that almost immediately tips you over the edge. He's gentle as he carefully finishes pushing the head of his erection past your gripping entrance.

You're crying out with your arms tightly around George's neck. He pauses and watches you patiently, waiting for you to get accustomed to the both of them. Fred's hips are against your ass now, and you know that he is completely inside of you. The thought alone makes your body shake in anticipation. They remain still until you grind your hips to let them know you're ready for them to continue.

George starts first, thrusting slowly into your dripping cunt. Fred rolls his hips and stretches you, sending another shockwave of pleasure down your spine. They are sync like nothing before, pushing in while the other pulls out. Your screams of pleasure fill the air as they increase their speed. George's thumb is still on your clit, leaving you a shaking mess as you get close for the fifth time in the night.

"P-Please, can I?" You beg through tears, your quavering body being jostled around from their thrusting.

George grips you by the hair and stares deep into your eyes. "Can you P-Please what?" He teases, mocking your stuttering. "Use your words and tell us what you want."

"I want to cum! Please!" You yell and collapse against his chest pathetically as you have another wave of intense shaking take over you. You become ever more aware of the squeaking bed beneath you as their speed increases.

Fred slaps your ass so hard with his palm that you squeal with pleasure. The heat in your chest rises and you feel yourself start to come undone. You didn't think they heard you, and you aren't sure if you ever have the strength to ask again. Their cocks slide in and out of you, your cunt pulsates and you know you're just about at your peak.

"Please," you sob and dig your nails into George's shoulders. "Please!!"

Fred speaks up from behind you. "Cum for us, right now," he demands while panting.

Without a second's hesitation, you let go. A tremor releases throughout your body, and you cry out. Your back arches and your walls spasm and clench their cocks as another shockwave hits you. A haze takes over your brain as you dissolve into pleasure and you collapse against George's chest, your running mascara smudging against his shirt.

With one final thrust from each of them, they groan out in unison. Their cum fills both of your holes, trickles of it escape onto your thigh. They stay buried deep inside of you with their shafts pulsating.

Fred and George are both panting. George smiles at you, his hair stuck to the beads of sweat on his forehead. You wince and gasp as they both pull out of you, leaving the rest of their cum to pour onto the sheets. You tremble and lay squeezed between them.

"Merlin's pants," Fred laughs and wipes at his forehead.

"You can say that again," George sighs happily and pulls you flush against his chest. Fred snakes an arm around your waist.

"And to think we were going to attend that stupid ball all evening," Fred scoffs. "We would have really been missing out."

"I don't regret making an appearance though," George remarks and kisses the top of your head. "I did have the prettiest date, after all."

After a long silence, Fred grumbles, "thanks for rubbing it in."

You burst out laughing and they both join

in. That feud was far behind all of you now.

You lay entwined with them for the next few hours, and even though your classmates are dancing, having fun and making memories across the castle; there is no place on Earth you'd rather be than nestled between Fred and George.

#fred and george weasley #george weasley #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley smut #fred weasley #harry potter fanfiction #fred and george weasley smut #fred and george weasley x reader

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cyberstrm · 9 months

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caught red handed

pairing: george weasley x gn!reader

cws: none! slight embarrassment,,?

a/n: this takes place during the hbp so george is 18 <3 reader is also 18/18+ <3

"george, we're so gonna get caught-" you chuckled as the redhead lead you enthusiastically into his shared bedroom.

"let them watch," he smirked, turning and swiftly kissing you roughly, one hand at your waist and the other in your hair. "i've...had...to wait....hours....to be alone....with....you..." he said hurriedly, between kisses.

you clung to him, his scratchy red jumper emitting the honeyed scent of old books and gunpowder. he was right, dinner with the wealsey's and co was always delightful, but it was difficult to snog your boyfriend in a room full of people. as soon as dinner had finished and you'd both helped clear up, he took your hand and quietly but quickly lead you upstairs and away from prying eyes.

"you're so cute." he smirked against your lips, making you smile against his.

"shut up and kiss me, weasley." you breathed.

"so needy," he droned, obliging. he kissed you again, pushing you to the wall, deepening the kiss.

"only needy for you," you replied during a gap in the kiss. he pecked your lips once more before pressing his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

"merlin, i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, george weasley," you replied, leaning in and kissing him hungrily.

suddenly, the bedroom door swung open and within seconds, mrs weasley's voice followed.

"georgie, i have your washing here- oh!!"

"merlin, mum! ever heard of knocking?!" george yelled, his cheeks going as red as his hair.

"h-hi, mrs weasley," you waved awkwardly, also feeling your cheeks warm.

"hello, dear. um...well, i'll just...leave you two to it..." leaving the washing basket, she backed out and closed the door, looking mortified.

as soon as the latch clicked, you and george melted into giggles. he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and hugged you tight.

"told you we'd get caught." you mumbled. he kissed your neck, making you shiver.

"should we continue from where we left off...?" he muttered between kissing your neck. you turned in his arms to face him.

"definitely."

#george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley x you #harry potter #george weasley x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #harry potter and the half blood prince #fred weasley #x slytherin reader #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader

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blushiinghoney · 2 years

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"plan hea" | g.w

summary: George made a bet.

content: worth part 2, a bit of angst, gender-neutral, not house specific, ambiguous ending.

warnings: none, may suffer edits in the future.

a/n: someone asked for a part 2 so i delivered, i hope you enjoy.

p a r t 1 - worth

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, you can check it out on MY ao3]

George has always felt like he had to prove himself to others. He thinks it all might've started as a brotherly competition with his twin, always trying to compete for their mother's attention, and in the first years of school - when they still cared enough - they'd compete to see who got the best grades, who did the best spells, who learned to ride the broom faster.

And then came Quidditch. The tryouts were good for the both of them, both being able to get on the team. And it was fun, until somehow, things changed.

Fred, although was his twin, was the complete opposite of him. He had this outgoing personality, a natural flirt, and an unreachable confidence. While George, would much rather keep to himself. So, it was inevitable that even if they had the same face, everyone started to pay more attention to his older brother.

Because of that George thought that if he competed with everyone else, everyone 's attention would turn to him, if even for a moment. That's how the bets started, he'd make bets with everyone about everything. Once he had to make Professor Snape's underwear appear in class, and there was that time he bet Ron he could spend the night in the Slytherin dormitories - he did, and even took one of Draco's socks to prove it.

But there was one time he completely lost his mind.

It was a Gryffindor party after another game win. And George isn't sure how the conversation turned to another bet, he was too drunk to understand anything clearly at that point. His brothers had bet him on taking someone out, the first person that walked through the door at that moment, which had happened to be y/n. Now, George had always had a crush on them - not that he had ever told anyone. So his drunk brain thought this was the best opportunity, and while his rational side tried to make him think clearly, his drunk mouth had already said yes.

The next morning, when he realised what he'd done, he freaked out. But after coming to his senses he made a plan:

The "Happy ever after" (maybe)

Step 1 - approach calmly

Step 2 - ask y/n out

Step 3A - don't cry if they say no

Step 3B - don't freak out if they say yes

Step 4 - make out if yes

Step 4 - have nice date

Step 5 - fall in love

Step 6 - get married

Step 7 - have two kids

** be honest about the bet, and accept cruel fate

** try not to cry when they break up with me for being a bad person

** feel guilty for the rest of my life

Yeah, that seemed like a good plan, he just had to figure out how to bring the bet thing. 'Cause he couldn't get married on a lie, but maybe everything would go so well that he wouldn't have to talk about it or they'd just laugh about it, yeah, that's it.

The first date had been amazing, and it only made George like them even more. And soon one had turned to three, and then it had already been a month of dating. But still he hadn't brought up the but, even though he really wanted to. He felt bad, and really wanted to be honest, it's just everytime he tried, the words would get stuck in his throat and his mouth would get dry.

He was scared.

But in his plan he failed to see the possibility of y/n learning about the bet, from someone other than him. So it was a surprise that one morning, they'd just come to him and handed him 5 galleons.

“Here, 5 galleons, because apparently that’s all I’m worth to you”

No. No. No. This couldn't be happening.

George tried to speak, but they'd already left. How would he fix this? Could he? For the next few days he'd try to speak to them, to explain anything. But it was pointless, he had screwed everything up.

So although it hurt, George admitted defeat, and stopped bothering them, after taking the money out of his pocket and dropping it at y/n's dorm door. It was only fair, he thought. Life, unfortunately, continued and he had to learn to live without y/n by his side.

Until, on a random wednesday, someone was knocking on his door. And he was surprised to see y/n, standing there still in their uniform, waving something in their hand.

"Happy ever after huh?"

"I can explain…", George was so embarrassed, how did they get that?

"Yeah, you do have a lot to explain", then just walked into his dorm.

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buckyandgeraltsupremacy · 2 years

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The Set Up Pt. 2 (George x Hufflepuff!Reader)

author: sj

warnings: fluff, unedited work lol

part 2 to the Set Up!!! i forgot i was even writing it and then i saw someone request it and i was like oh! okay!!!

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You had felt like you had been working on this transfiguration project for the last year. You only had been working on it for the last three weeks, but who really kept track of the time.

The day had come last week when you finally got to turn it in and it was so relieving to not have that work hovering over your shoulders and making you lose sleep. What you would miss was an excuse to see George. Surprisingly, you got a long with both twins incredibly well. You had been a little nervous they wouldn’t like you or tease you too much because of the lack of rules you broke but it didn’t seem to divide you what so ever.

You hadn’t seen the twins in what felt like forever. You say Fred in class, but when you stopped seeing George on a regular basis, it felt like your joy was stolen. You didn’t have him to look forward too and you didn’t know if he did want to see you again.

You walked to lunch that day, and as you entered the Great Hall something you didn’t quite expect happened. You heard your name, but not from the direction of the Hufflepuff table. You head swiveled around, searching for the voice, when you saw at the Gryffindor table two hands, high over their head waving at you.

You smiled slightly and made your way over to Fred who was still repeating your name loudly to the rest of the school. As you got closer, his hands dropped and you walked closer and found a seat open next to him, across from George.

“Hi!” you smiled brightly at the trio that was often together. A chorus of heys rose from them and you lifted your eyes as you got settled to George’s and he gave you a bashful smile as he looked down to his plate.

“Y/n, darling. We have a proposition for you. We know you don’t go home much because of distance and we need to go home to get some supplies from our rooms. If we went home and told our mother that we came home for that, she might disown us or shave our heads in the night. That is where you come in. We bring you home to “meet our family” because you’re “homesick” and we gather supplies and bring it back here. Sound good? We leave tomorrow.”

You blinked. Fred casually said all this like he was informing you what he did on his assignment. This had been a common occurrence. Fred tried to trap you in one of their schemes and you always said no. Simple. But this plan seemed a little too tempting. It’s not like you’d be lying. You were homesick and it would be wonderful to have a home cooked meal and sleep in a different bed and you’d get quality time with George… You couldn’t really find something wrong with the plan, so why did it feel like a trap still?

“Okay. Why not?” You said to Fred, glancing at George and seeing his eyes widen and his eyes bounce from yours to Fred’s.

“Great!” Fred clapped. “We’ll meet you in the Great Hall at 2 after your last class and then we’ll go!”

You nodded your head and continued eating the food that was barely touched in front of you.

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That’s how you found yourself in the Weasley home on a Friday afternoon. It was such an adorable, homey place. You thought they were going to have to drag you out by your ear for you to leave such a cute space.

Molly adored you and told you that almost every time you saw her that day. George was astonished at how much his mom loved you. It didn’t surprise him cause how could she not love you but she literally couldn’t get enough of you and was hogging you all to herself.

“Y/n, love, would you help me with the dishes?” Molly asked you.

“Sure!” you smiled and started to stand. George stood too.

“Mom, don’t make her do dishes. Can I show her upstairs?” George asked.

“Okay. I guess, don’t terrorize her with your inventions and don’t make her eat anything!” She yelled after you two. George led you to the stairs with a gentle hand to your lower back.

“Yeah, yeah mom, I wouldn’t do that to her.” Your cheeks heated with a slight blush at his touch. As he led you up the stairs, he whispered to you, “Sorry about her. She just loves you so much.”

“Oh she’s fine. I miss my mom a lot. Its nice to have some one so sweet around.” You said to him as you two walked into what looked like one of the twins rooms.

“This is my room. Fred’s is right down the hall. I brought your stuff up here until you know what room your staying in.”

“Oh thanks.” you smiled at him.

“Why was it so heavy?”

“Oh, sorry. I brought some books.”

“Some? How many did you bring?” He laughed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

You laughed, following him to the bed, “I brought 3… just in case.”

“Why? Didn’t think we’d leave you alone the whole time, did ya?”

“Well… I thought I was just a cover up. I didn’t know if you guys… like actually wanted me here.” you said, looking down.

“Of course we actually want you here.” George said, laying his hand on yours. “To be honest, I really missed spending time with you this past week.” He admitted.

“Really?”

“Of course.” He said, looking at you. You smiled back at him shyly.

“Open up losers. Hope everything is staying PG in here cause I’m coming in.” Fred announced, opening the door. Your cheeks flushed in response to his comment and you looked away from George hoping he wouldn’t see your blush.

“Shut up Fred.” He said, running the back of his neck and scooting away from you.

—

A few hours later, you and George were sat in the living room on the couch when Fred announced he was headed to bed.

“G’night!” you and George yelled out to him.

George sighed and looked over to you. He didn’t know even how to tell you but he thought you were the most radiant, smart, and hilarious girl he’s ever met. You met his eyes and smiled back at him. His gazed moved from your eyes to your lips subtlety but you still caught it. You mirrored that and he moved closer.

You cheeks heat with a pink haze. How was this real.

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve genuinely missed being around you.” Your smile grew. He decided this was the moment and thought if he didn’t do this now he was going to explode. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded almost instantly his lips twitching before he moved in closer and your lips connected with his.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, seeming to hold so much feeling and adoration in such a small gesture. You both pulled back and looked at each other.

“I’m glad I’m here too.”

#george weasley #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley fluff #hufflepuff x gryffindor #george x reader #george imagine #george weasley imagine #hufflepuff reader

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haveanotherfandomblog · 1 year

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Roses and Thorns

Chapter Three: Halloween

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!OC

Genre: Adventure, Angst, Comedy, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2K~

Warnings: N/A

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Mid-September brought a slightly less than subtle change to the weather. The sun spent most of its time hiding behind the clouds as the wind ran rampant through the ground of Hogwarts. Gwen liked to spend her free periods outside, soaking in what little bit of sun was left before winter came barreling in and made it near impossible to go outside.

Though she was beginning to miss the warm weather, her mind was kept occupied by her studies and Quidditch. All Cedric talked about for the first two weeks of school was Quidditch--him and Tamsin. Any time spent in the Hufflepuff common room was spent talking about the game, and the pair explaining to her the fundamentals of what they called “the best game in the whole world”; though she did get a kick out of telling them it was just the wizard version of basketball.

Quidditch tryouts for the Hufflepuff team were on the second Saturday in September. Cedric paced around the common room all morning, wringing his hands until they were a nice, bright shade of red. Tamsin and Gwen sat on the couch, attempting to study, but ultimately just watching as he paced until tryouts.

They all made their way to the Quidditch pitch. It was a large field with slightly overgrown grass and stands that stood high upon stilts. On either side of the field sat three hoops. Gwen gave Cedric a charm bracelet she had made for good luck before following Tamsin up the stands. There were scattered students in the stands, most of them older and using the excuse to come outside. There were a few other Hufflepuff students she recognized from her year: Heidi, Maxine, James, and Arthur. They were seated in the front row, watching intensely for the tryouts to start.

Cedric made his way to the middle of the pitch, clutching a broom in his hand. One by one the players began rising in the air. The Captain, Jenetta Weaver, a sixth year, was in the middle of all the players, directing them around the field. She was a fierce looking girl with long brown hair pulled into a French braid and a serious expression that always made her seem slightly confused.

She blew a loud whistle, then tossed one of the balls in the air. Immediately, the players dove for the ball, tossing it to one another and making a beeline for the hoops. One of the seventh years, who Tamsin said was a Hufflepuff Quidditch legend like Jenetta, was pacing the hoops. She had short black hair kept back by a bandana that Gwen knew was being kept in place by magic. She watched in amazement as she blocked the ball with practice ease, a smirk on her face.

Cedric was floating in the air, watching as everyone played. Another Hufflepuff student was waiting in the air with him. He didn’t do much in the air, just watched the other players.

“Tamsin,” Gwen called, pulling her out of her conversation with Heidi. “What position is Cedric going for again?”

“Seeker. That’s the one that goes after the golden snitch.” Gwen nodded her head as she watched the rest of the players. One boy, a seventh year named Marshall Allen, was hovering nearby Cedric, his hand wrapped around a bat. He had short blonde hair and was big and burly.

A black ball came whirling towards them. Cedric had barely turned half an inch before Marshall was swinging the ball, knocking it clean towards the other side of the field. Gwen gave a gasp as the other Hufflepuffs buzzed with excitement. She went to lean on the railing, more concerned with Cedric’s wellbeing than with the possibility of falling several feet.

Then he began to dive. The girls jumped from their seat, watching as he dove straight for the bottom of the pitch. They waited with baited breath as he slowly pulled the broom up at the last minute, keeping one of his hands outstretched. He slowly turned his broom before he wrapped his hand around something.

Jenetta blew her whistle, waving to gather everyone’s attention. He rode up to where she was and triumphantly held the golden snitch in his hand. Gwen hollered, clapping and waving as she jumped in the stands. The other students murmured around her, giving her odd stares. She didn’t care as he waved back before passing the snitch to Jenetta.

Tryouts continued for some time. She didn’t realize how late these could run, but she was determined to stay the entire time. Most of the other Hufflepuff students had ventured back inside, leaving Gwen, Tamsin, Maxine, Heidi, and a couple of boys from Cedric’s year in the stands.

It was almost dark when Jenetta announced her decision. She would, of course, remain as one of the chasers along with Jaqueline Beck, a seventh year. Malcolm Preece, a skinny second year with brown hair and fair skin was to join them as their third chaser. Marshall Allen remained a beater, and Anthony Rickett, another second year with a round figure and ashy-blonde hair, would join him as the second. Hufflepuff legend Ida was to remain keeper, and Cedric was the new seeker.

Gwen was beside herself, cheering and jumping and dancing. She grabbed Tamsin’s hand and dragged her down the stands, running to where he was dismounting. She tackled him to the ground, laughing and cheering. His second year friends joined her, dog piling him as they cheered. Tamsin let out a laugh before joining in, patting his shoulder aggressively. He let out a laugh, staring up at the darkening sky.

“You did it!” Gwen shouted for maybe the thousandth time as they entered the castle. “Are you going to tell your parents? I bet they’ll be so proud! This is so exciting! OMG, now I want to play Quidditch! Don’t know if I’ll be any good, but it’s always worth a shot, right? You did it!”

He nodded his head, doing the dance to enter the common room. The other Hufflepuff students gave him a round of applause . He bowed his head before collapsing onto the couch. He was still drenched in sweat but he didn’t care. Midnight barked and jumped onto the couch. He made himself comfortable on Cedric’s lap before promptly falling asleep.

“So, when’s the first game?” Gwen picked Midnight up from his spot and set him on her own lap. He provided little protest as she went to scratch his ears.

“Well, the first game of the season is sometime in early November, but the first Hufflepuff match will be mid-to-late November,” he said. “That’s when I’ll get to play.”

“You’ll be great,” Tamsin assured him. “You were like an all-star out there. Before you know it, you’ll be a Hufflepuff Quidditch legend.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. Only time could tell.

***

The rest of September was highly uneventful for Gwen. She spent most of her time studying for her classes. Cedric was swamped with school-work and Quidditch practice, so she hardly ever saw him, and when she did, he was always exhausted. Tamsin spent most of her free-time hanging out with their other dormmates, giggling over things Gwen didn’t understand. They never excluded her, but there was little fun to be had when every joke had to be explained.

No, she didn’t understand their wizard jokes, but she harbored no ill-will. She simply opted to put her focus where her family excelled, in their studies. It provided her with great comfort that Mark was always as eager to study as she was. The only problem was he was selective about which subjects he wanted to study for. Half of their classes fell to the bottom of the list. His favorites consisted of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. He only put in an effort with potions to avoid detention with Professor Snape.

Ava was willing to give each class equal attention, but getting her to sit down and put forth the effort was another story. She would have rather spent her Saturdays wandering and exploring the castle. As fun and exciting that sounded, Gwen knew they needed to do well in school if they wanted to stay. She assured her there would be plenty of time to explore after their work was done, but getting her to focus was like getting a dog in a bath: chasing her around until you lured her with a treat.

The only person who put in the same amount of effort as Gwen was Richard. When he sat down to work, he didn’t stop until everything was done and done perfectly. Every step in his process was meticulously thought out and planned, and while the other three certainly threw more than one wrench into his work, he never left the study group or said anything mean, he simply continued on and reworked what he needed. He also helped Gwen make sure Ava and Mark completed all their work so the pair wouldn’t have to serve detention.

***

Gwen would want her kind personality and academic achievements to be her mark on Hogwarts. Unfortunately for her, her legacy would consist of wit and mischief, and it all began at the beginning of October.

October First marked the start of another school week, and the official countdown to Gwen’s favorite holiday. She and Richard were on their way to class, discussing the homework from the weekend, when two unexpected visitors stepped into their path. Richard latched onto Gwen’s arm, forcing her to stop and pay attention to the people in front of her.

“Hey there, Gwenny ol’ girl,” Fred greeted, an innocent smile on his face. His nose was still slightly swollen, despite the magic of Madam Pomfrey. “Heard ‘bout your friend making the Quidditch team. George an' me got on too, see. Beaters.”

“Congrats.” Gwen moved to step around them, tugging Richard along. Fred stepped to the side, bending his head down slightly.

“What’s the rush?”

“We need to get to class. Have a nice day.” She sidestepped them once again, and he followed suit. She exhaled loudly through her nose, frustration beginning to bubble inside her. “Can I help you?”

“Have a piece then.” George produced a piece of candy from his pocket, wrapped in shiny silver plastic. “Go on. It’s delicious. Toffee flavored.” He stuck his hand out farther, a matching grin on his face.

Something in Gwen’s body pinched the base of her spine and worked its way up to her neck. She glanced over to Richard, who seemed annoyed rather than suspicious. She gently pushed his hand away, reaching back to find Richard’s.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.” She pushed between the boys, tugging Richard along. Once she felt they weren’t going to follow, she took the chance of looking back. Both boys looked infuriated and disappointed.

“What do you suppose that was about?” Richard asked, pulling out his books. He set them neatly in the corner of his desk, spines lining up with the edge and the top sides lining up as well.

“I don’t know.” Gwen frowned, turning back to look at the door. “I doubt anything good.”

Her instinct was right. By dinner time, she saw multiple students, from all the houses, covered in massive blue polka dots, all claiming the same story: Fred and George Weasley had offered them the toffee flavored candy in the shiny, silver plastic wrap.

Ava told Gwen they had received a week’s worth of detention and had lost ten points each. Gwen shook her head and returned to her table. Those boys sure seemed to have a knack for getting themselves into trouble.

Cedric had told her they were just as bad their first year too. Sooner or later they were going to do something they couldn’t come back from, and when that happened, she just hoped they didn’t take half the school down with them.

***

Gwen, Mark, Ava, and Richard had agreed to meet every Saturday in the library to review the week’s lessons and to catch up on any work. The four fell into a routine, and while it was still far from a friendship, Gwen knew that they’d be inseparable by the end of the year.

The only issue came from Richard. While the rest of the group had other friends to hang out with, Richard seemed to be a loner, and not the stare-off-into-space-brooding-bad-boy type. It was more along the lines of help-no-one-within-a-ten-mile-radius-will-come-near-me type, and that bothered Gwen to no extent. He refused to spend time with any of his housemates, including his dormmates. In fact, he only went to his dorm to sleep. It didn’t help that almost all students outside of Slytherin avoided him too.

He assured her he didn’t mind spending time alone, and she knew that some people needed time alone, like her sister Nat, and others simply liked it, like her sister Penny, but the two of them still interacted with other people.

On days Gwen didn’t need to study, and most of the students were just hanging around, and Cedric was busy with his Quidditch practise, her and Richard would spend time walking around the black lake, bundled up as Jack Frost nipped at their noses. He wasn’t much of a talker, like her brother Nick, but Gwen found comfort in having someone listen to her without interrupting. In a family as big as hers, being heard wasn’t as easy as it should have been.

It was a Saturday after a particularly hard week in Potions, two weeks after the candy incident, that Gwen ran into the Weasley twins. Running being an operative term as the four of them had been on their way to the library when a familiar sharp pain entered Gwen’s back and shot up her spine. She stopped in her tracks, furrowing her brows.

“Gwen? What’s wrong?” Ava asked, tilting her head. Gwen didn’t know what to say. She looked around the corridor, but there wasn’t another soul.

“I don’t know. Something just feels… off.”

“I think you’ve been working too hard,” Mark said, turning back around. “Why don’t you get some rest, we’ll catch up tomorrow.

BOOM!

The entire corridor lit up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Fireworks shot out bright colors into the castle ceiling and produced dancing creatures of all kinds. The loud noise had startled Ava, Mark and Richard, as the three of them quickly ducked for cover.

Gwen, on the other hand, gave out a laugh, looking up and giving out a long whistle as the creatures disappeared.

“Oi! Come on!” Fred and George stumbled from their hiding spot, looking at her in utter disbelief. She gave them a grin, shrugging her shoulders. Her group rejoined her in the middle of the corridor, looking less than thrilled with the Weasley’s.

Of course, Mr. Filch was also less than thrilled with the mess and fire hazard they had caused. She’d never heard such shouting before. They slumped their shoulders as they were escorted to Professor McGonagall’s office, and given another week’s worth of detention, and lost another ten points each.

“I don’t know what their problem is,” Ava said, sitting with her back against the window. “They keep losing our house points and soon wea not gonna have any.” She put three piles onto the table and pulled out her ink and quill.

“Forget the points,” Mark said, dumping his bag’s contents onto the table. “They’re putting everyone in danger with stupid pranks like that. I mean, the amount of fire hazards from that prank alone could have had devastating consequences.”

“How come you didn’t react? Did you know about it?” Richard sat with his back against the door, moving to put Mark’s items into a controlled space before setting his own books down.

“I didn’t know. I just got a weird feeling. Besides, those weren’t that bad. I mean, you haven’t seen real fireworks till you’ve been to D.C. on the Fourth of July.”

“Wow, you Amaricans are a lot mora tough than I thought.”

As the days passed, Gwen found her excitement for Halloween dwindling. The other students didn’t seem to care about the holiday, seeing as for them, it was always Halloween. They didn’t care for carving pumpkins, there was no way to watch scary movies, and nowhere to go trick-or-treating. The excitement of Halloween was almost non-existent, and that brought her cheerful demeanor down several notches.

Tamsin was the first to notice her shift in behavior. Instead of her normally cheerful jigs, Gwen’s violin seemed to only produce slow and melancholy tunes. Even in the common room, they could hear her sad songs that even made the Fat Friar sad.

She decided that Gwen needed a nice pick me up, and there was no better place for spooky lore than the library. On their way there, another sharp pain shot through her spine, causing her to stop in her tracks. She held out her arm, stopping Tamsin as well. She opened her mouth to protest, but was quickly shushed.

She was not amused by Gwen’s sudden odd behavior and pushed her arms away, placing her hands on her hips. She gave her a pointed look, looking around the semi-empty hallway.

She brushed off her annoyance, watching as Mr. Filch marched down the corridor, Mrs. Norris hot on his heels. He grumbled as he passed the girls, ignoring most of the students as he went to round the corner.

Loud screaming startled the corridor as he fell backwards, legs stuck together like a mermaid. The children’s mouths fell open as Mr. Filch flailed about the floor, yelling and pointing like a mad man. Gwen covered her mouth as Tamsin struggled not to laugh.

It was no surprise when the culprits turned out to be Fred and George. They emerged from around the corner, faces almost as red as their hair. They turned their heads and saw Gwen and Tamsin staring at them, disappointed but not surprised. Fred looked like he could strangle someone as George drew his mouth into a thin line.

“What is going on here?” Professor McGonagall’s voice carried through the corridor loud and clear, effectively silencing everyone except Mr. Filch, who was still flopping around the floor like a fish. She cast an unamused stare down at him before pulling out her wand and giving it a slight wave.

His legs were released and he scrambled to stand up, turning a nasty stare onto the twins. Professor McGonagall held up her hand, silencing him at once. She turned her sharp gaze onto them, releasing a slow and steady breath.

Of course, with his impeccable timing, Peeves came swooping in from another corridor, laughing and pointing at the pair. Though usually excited for the encouragement, both looked like they wanted to throttle the poltergeist.

“Oh ho ho! Looky what we have here! Silly silly boys!” He let out another rambunctious laugh circling above them. Professor McGonagall simply shooed him away, with threats of Dumbledore and the Bloody Baron. He stuck out his tongue before flying away to cause problems somewhere else.

“Everyone, get to your classes. Now.” The other students scrambled to avoid getting detention. Tamsin pulled Gwen along, eager to leave Professor McGonagall’s war path. “As for you two, after your fiascos this month, I see it only fit that you both receive a month’s worth of detentions. As such, you both lose twenty points-- each.” Gwen felt bad that they kept getting into so much trouble, but she couldn’t understand why they did it. No one was laughing, not even them. Hopefully now they learned their lesson.

When Halloween was right around the corner, Gwen found herself in a sour mood almost everyday. Her sunny disposition was nowhere to be seen, and the entire Hufflepuff dorm was filled with her low and somber music. Even Richard was beginning to miss her chatter. Her mood was a mystery to everyone, herself included.

Halloween had always been a happy time in her life. Her family always went trick-or-treating in Grandpa Dave’s nice neighborhood, followed by a trip to a haunted house, and ending the night with a big party at their house. Yet the excitement for her family’s favorite holiday was nonexistent.

“Oh, chea up Gwen,” Ava encouraged. They had just finished their last class of the day and were going to drop their books off in their respective dorms. “My dad told me tha’s always a big feast for Halloween. Sure to be a sight to see.” Gwen shrugged, fiddling with the edges of her notebooks. “Don’ worry, you’ll feel tons betta when you get some suppa in you.”

“Okay.” Gwen waved goodbye as she continued down to the common room.

Most of the students were rushing out of the common room, eager to feast upon the delicious food they’d been smelling throughout the day. She pushed past the sea of hungry students and went to her dorm room, where her dormmates had already deposited their stuff. Heather’s books were piled neatly into her trunk, the lid left open in her haste. Heidi and Maxine had both placed their books on top of their trunks before they’d undoubtedly ran to join Tamsin, whose books laid in a skewed pile on her bed.

Gwen carefully placed her charm book on top of her other books before carefully closing the lid. She shuffled to the common room, which was almost empty save for the other Hufflepuff pets that weren’t owls.

Midnight was amongst them, lazily perched above the fireplace, his tail flicking back and forth. His bright blue eyes watched her carefully as she shuffled through the barrel hole and made her way to join the other students.

Ava’s dad was true to his word, the Great Hall was a spectacle to behold. Candles floated above them, casting a spook-tacular glow around them. The ghosts were floating around as well, moaning and causing quite the ruckus with Peeves. Candy and other Halloween themed food lined all five tables.

Cedric was seated near the end of the Hufflepuff table, chatting with the other Quidditch players. Their first Quidditch game was only a matter of weeks away. He waved her over, giving Tamsin a shove as she chatted with Heidi and Maxine. She moved over without breaking away from her conversation, shoveling her food into her mouth.

Gwen sat between the two, grabbing a fair and healthy serving of food. Cedric returned to his conversation of strategy and Tamsin only offered her a smile. Their plates were piled with delicious food and sweets of every kind, both magical and muggle. Gwen grabbed her fork, but couldn’t bring herself to take anything. She pushed her food around her plate, resting her chin in her hand.

She glanced around the Great Hall. Ava was sitting amongst a group of Gryffindor girls, giggling and chatting. Mark was eating and listening to whatever the other boys in their year were going on about. Richard was seated at the end of the table, a book in his hand as he read and ate silently.

It seemed no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to enjoy the festivities like the other students. Even the ghost choir, who were singing a beautifully haunting melody, couldn’t put her in a good mood.

“You doin’ alright Gwen?” Cedric asked, pulling himself away from his teammates. Gwen let out a sigh, stuffing her mouth with mashed potatoes. “That bad, huh?” She shrugged, keeping her eyes on her lap. He gave her back a gentle rub, moving to eat his own food. She set her fork down, excusing herself from the table and turning in for an early night.

She knew that right about now, her siblings were seated in a circle in their living room, negotiating candy trades, with Kate and Lily easily swindling their other siblings out of their fair share. While that was going on, her parents would be seated on the couch, her dad with his cup of decaf coffee and her mom with her cup of herbal tea, watching in amusement as they waited for guests to arrive.

She knew Aunt Penny would have the coolest costume, and she’d have brought the pumpkin pie cupcakes with the white frosting sprinkled with cinnamon and nutmeg. Uncle Derek would have new ghost stories to tell and games to play.

The only thing Gwen couldn’t figure out was if they missed her as much as she missed them. She wished she could call them and let them know she wanted to be there. She wanted to hear the new story and have one of Aunt Penny’s cupcakes. She wished she could have gone trick-or-treating and carved pumpkins and gone to a haunted house.

Instead, she was left wandering towards her dorm. Maybe if she hadn’t been so deep in thought and self-pity, she would have felt that sharp pinch slither up her spine. Maybe she would have heard the echoes of footsteps and muffled laughter. But alas, as she wound the corner to the stairs towards her common room…

SPLASH!

Water poured down on her, leaving her completely drenched. Her mouth fell open as she let out a gasp, looking around. Fred and George fell from their hiding spot, holding their sides as they howled with laughter. There were tears in their eyes as they rolled around the floor.

Now, Gwen loved a good prank. Pouring water on someone wasn’t too bad, and on any other night, she might have joined in on their laughter with a promise to return the favor. But this wasn’t any other night. And if they’d taken two seconds to look at her, they’d have seen what they did had a worse effect on her than they intended.

Tears welled in her eyes as her lip began quivering. One of the twins, she wasn’t sure which, hit the other, looking at her. Both stopped laughing as her tears began falling down her face. They glanced at each other before they both ran for it. One of them paused, turning their head back briefly before they disappeared from view.

She took a seat at the bottom of the stairs, bringing her knees to her chest. She rested her head on her knees, shivering as her tears mixed with the water dripping from her hair. This had to be, by far, the worst Halloween of her entire life.

“Gwen?”

She lifted her head to see Richard standing in front of her. His hands were gripping his satchel and his brows were furrowed. He took a seat next to her, eyes darting all over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She let out a sniffle, smoothing out her school robes. She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, not that it made much of a difference.

“I saw the Weasley twins leave shortly after you did. I wanted to make sure they didn’t do anything. I guess I was too late.” He reached into his bag, scrunching his nose as he pulled out his wand. “Reverte.”

The water vanished from her and left her nice and dry, though she was still cold and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. She gave a breathy chuckle, using her sleeve to wipe her nose. She thanked him and fiddled with her robe, keeping her gaze down on her robe.

“So, do you want to talk about it?” He tucked his wand back into his bag, scrunching his nose as he fixed his glasses. She shook her head, tucking her knees back under her chin and earning a slight chuckle from him. She turned her head. It was the first time she’d heard him laugh.

“What?”

“First time you don’t want to talk, and it’s the first time you need to. Come on.” He gave her a gentle nudge.

“It has nothing to do with the twins,” she confessed, squeezing her legs. “It’s just-- it’s stupid. Getting worked up over something so silly.” She paused, but he wasn’t giving up that easily. He nudged her again, giving her a pointed look. “It’s just-- me and my family always celebrate Halloween with a big celebration. It’s almost as big as Christmas for my family, and, well, this is my first Halloween I won’t be celebrating with them. I dunno, I guess I just-- I don’t know.”

“It’s okay.” He gave her an awkward pat on the back. “There’s worse things to miss.” She turned her head, giving him a deep frown. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being upset. It was something important to you.” He drew his mouth into a thin line, furrowing his brows. “Why don’t you just write to your family? I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.”

She mauled over his words. He was right, if not for the reason he thought. Both her parents had degrees in psychology and both would be able to help her. She stood up suddenly, startling him into standing as well.

“Thanks Richard. You’re a good friend.” She gave him a strong hug, which, after the initial shock wore off, he returned hesitantly, giving her back a couple awkward pats. She skipped off to her common room, her mood better than it had been for most of the month. The first thing she did was pull out a roll of parchment and a quill.

Dear Reid Family and Extended Loved Ones,

I hope you guys had a spook-tacular Halloween! Mine wasn’t too interesting. Actually, mine wasn’t fun at all. They threw a big feast and had a ghost choir, but there wasn’t any trick-or-treating or haunted houses or Aunt Penny’s cupcakes. I’m sure Uncle Derek had a lot of cool stories to tell. Surprisingly, the ghosts here don’t tell many scary stories. They’re just really, really, really sad. I guess that’s what happens when you’re dead.

On a happier note, I think I’ve entered my first prank war. These two boys, brothers, have been trying to prank me all month. I’ve avoided it for the most part, but they got me today. It wasn’t too bad, just some water, but now I’ve got to think of a good comeback. (I’m looking at you for help Daddy!)

I was a little upset today because I missed you guys, but Richard (that’s my friend in Slytherin) really helped me today. He was actually the one who suggested I write to you guys. I can’t wait to see you all in a couple months for Christmas! I love and miss you all!

Love,

Gwen

She carefully folded the letter and slipped into an envelope before scrawling her mother’s name on it. It was a quick and uneventful trip to the owlery and back to the common room. By her return, most of the students had returned and were heading to bed for tomorrow’s classes.

“Gwen.” Cedric waved his hand, jogging over to her. “You okay? You left pretty early.”

“I’m okay.” She gave him an affirmative nod and a chipper smile. He smiled too, chuckling. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Well, you certainly look happier. Come on. You should get to bed. We still have classes tomorrow.” He nudged her towards her dorm room before he headed off to his own.

She climbed the stairs until she reached her room. Everyone was already asleep, happy in their candy-induced comas. She changed in her pajamas before also climbing into her bed. Midnight jumped onto her bed as well, snuggling right by her face as drifted off.

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