#ginny weasley grows up one missed moment at a time

[narukoibito]

since feeling is first who pays any attention

Summary: Ginny has done her fair share of watching Harry over the years.

AO3 | FF.net

Note: This was originally a gift for the wonderful @remedialpotions for the 2020 Harry & Ginny Discord's Incognito Elf gift exchange that I always wanted to rework before posting! I decided to expand it and add more missed moments, one for each of Ginny's years at Hogwarts.

Special thank you to @takearisk-ao3 who not only beta'ed last minute but also created the above beautiful banner when she had no idea what this story was about aside from my poor vibe descriptions! And, hah, it's my birthday again, so why not post today?

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world

my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis

— e. e. cummings

i.

Ginny presses her face against the wall, peeking between the stair spindles. Her eye lands on the two boys hunched over a chessboard. It’s her brother Ron and Harry Potter, who, despite appearing to be losing, doesn’t seem the least bit upset.

Harry Potter.

The Harry Potter is in her house. Looking comfortable on their couch despite the faded, mended cushions. His face crinkles in laughter at something Ron says, his green eyes bright with contentment. Ginny doesn’t miss the occasional look of awe at the things she has always taken for granted. It’s almost as if he can’t believe he is really here in their ordinary home.

He isn’t what she expected—isn’t what she imagined he would look like after all those years listening to Mum recite her favorite bedside story, about the heroic Savior of the Wizarding World. She had pictured neat hair, a dashing smile, someone who would recognize a comrade in her and take her on all sorts of adventures. He would be different. He wouldn’t discount her dreams of flying or of doing everything her brothers could and more. Instead, Harry Potter has the messiest hair ever, a sheepish smile, and clothes that he nearly swims in.

Oh, and he has somehow missed the memo and found a comrade in Ron instead.

Her fingers curl around the spindle. Not for the first time, a spike of envy shoots through her. If only she were a little older. Or a boy. Then maybe she would be the one playing chess with Harry. Maybe she would be the one to hide under his invisibility cloak and battle trolls and face You-Know-Who with him.

Ginny presses her face a little closer and lets out a sigh.

But Harry Potter is kind. He ignores all the times she has made a fool of herself. And he has the greenest eyes she’s ever seen. They are as green as those glowing jars of pickled toads at the apothecary Mum sometimes takes her to. Pretty and kind and not at all dismissive of her patched clothes or her glowing red face.

Harry Potter. If he likes Ron, if he actually likes the Burrow, if his face grimaces at the attention at Flourish and Blotts, could it be possible that one day he could like her too?

“Going to ask for his autograph, Ginny?”

Ginny lets out an uncharacteristic squeak as Fred sidles up against her, with George flanking her other side.

“Or are you going to yell at us about how the great Harry Potter is different?” George teases.

“Not just brave—”

“But humble too!”

“What a catch.” Fred pretends to swoon.

“If only he’d notice me, Fred.” George sighs dramatically.

Ginny glowers at them, shoving away from her hiding spot. “Stop it.”

“Or what?” Fred and George laugh, loudly enough that Ron and Harry glance over curiously. Already she can feel her face flame even as her eyes narrow.

“Or I’ll tell Mum about that powder you snuck into your rooms.”

She turns her heel just in time to see her brothers’ faces drain of color. With as much dignity she can muster, she storms back up the stairs. She immediately collapses on her bed, but the soft afghan does nothing to ease the embarrassment that burns behind her eyes.

The worst part is that there’s no one for her to talk to about how seeing Harry Potter—or him looking at her—sets off a blazing sensation somewhere in her chest that horrifically travels up to her face like a rash. It’s foreign and strange, nothing she’s ever experienced before.

She has no one to talk to about it. Ron has hardly spared her a second glance since Harry arrived. Fred and George tease her mercilessly. Percy, preoccupied with his shiny badge, just tells her she should focus on her studies so she can be a prefect like him one day. And there is no way Percy or Mum would let her borrow an owl to send a letter to Bill or Charlie.

Maybe some things are best kept secret. She’s used to taking matters in her own hands, picking locks the Muggle way after watching Fred and George do it. The hum of power under her fingers when she steals their brooms reminds her that age, gender, and size don’t define her. She’d rather they stop being berks and let her fly with them, but she has grown to love the uninhibited freedom of flying at night. And it’s made a touch sweeter by the thrill of something being just hers in a house and family where everything is shared.

Still. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, someone to confide in.

She’s brimming with foreign feelings, the bursting anticipation of finally, finally going to Hogwarts. It’s all she’s ever wanted since Bill went, so much that she snuck into his luggage, craving escapades and escape. All these feelings are strangely accentuated by Harry Potter in her home.

She lets out a sigh, finally unburying her flushed face. Her gaze falls on her cauldron, filled with the fanciest, most expensive, brand new books that Harry Potter had gifted her (her, not Ron, not anyone else). The thought makes her insides flutter.

Maybe if she studies hard, Harry Potter might see that she’s not too little and annoying. Maybe he will tell Ron to let her stay, let her join them.

Ginny is pulling out Year with the Yeti when a small black notebook slips onto the floor. She stares down at it for a moment, temporarily dazed. Had Dad bought this for her?

The little journal is faded but retains a simple prettiness, almost as if there’s more to it than its worn cover. Something about it seems to draw her in. Mum always says never judge a book by its cover.

She leans down to pick it up, and a small thrill shoots up her arm. Her fingers skim over the clean, crisp pages.

She hardly ever gets anything of her own.

So unaccustomed to being without someone her age, she’d taken to chronicling stories, events, and adventures—placeholders for the real thing—as a way to cope without her brothers. Dad would peek into her room sometimes, his eyes twinkling when he caught her writing. He must have known she’d want to remember every moment of her first year at Hogwarts. Ginny presses the book against her chest, falling back onto her bed.

How much of it will be filled with the Boy Who Lived?

#since feeling is first who pays any attention #ginny weasley #harry potter #missed moments #canon compliant #hinny #eventually #pining #i have seven chapters planned and 2 more fully drafted so expect updates sooner rather than later i hope! #also still working on unravel me #don't worry! #got quite a few words from nanowrimo for it but it needs more work #thank you everyone for all the birthday wishes already #i feel very loved #this is my gift to all of you #ginny weasley grows up one missed moment at a time

[ginnyw-potter]

Leaping

(It is a leap day after all)

Ginny looked up when her dad joined her at the pond. She smiled at him and then resumed her attempt to catch a frog. It required a lot of waiting.

“I heard you and Harry broke up,” Mr Weasley cut right to the chase.

Her gaze shifted from the pond to him. “I don’t remember telling you we were dating.”

“Ah.” Mr Weasley shook his head. “And you thought we wouldn’t find out?”

“No, I know you know.” She saw another frog slip under the surface again. “It was never meant to last.”

Mr Weasley looked at her for a long moment. “Why not?” he asked with an oblivious tone.

Ginny wondered if her dad was being deliberate about it, but she assumed he was just trying to make her talk about it. “You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”  

She knew he wouldn’t drop it. “Because he is Harry.”

Mr Weasley chuckled lightly. “That he is.” His hands folded together. “Did you... break up with him?”

“I didn’t.” It suddenly occurred to her that that was a first. She tended to be the first one to go. “It doesn’t matter. I knew it was going to happen, because he is Harry.”  

“Because he was trying to protect you?” Mr Weasley asked. At least he was no longer pretending he didn’t know.

“Yes, and...” She let out a long sigh. “I think he didn’t want me to wait for him.” She locked her gaze with her father’s. “We may all pretend not to know, we all know Dumbledore gave a mission, whatever it is.” She looked out to the pond against. “I am not sure if he expects to survive that, he is realistic about it at least.”

Mr Weasley nodded thoughtfully. “I can’t hate him for that.”

“It’s the worst,” Ginny said with a bitter smile. “Precisely because of that I like him so much.”

“You seem to take on all of that rather well.” A frown formed between his brows. “I hate how fast you have grown up. I feel like I’ve missed it entirely.” He looked down at his hands. “I was so busy with the boys, trying to get them through Hogwarts. I thought I had time with you, time to see you grow up and... then you started Hogwarts.”

The pain was evident in his eyes, guilt over something that was not his fault.

“There is still time,” she told him. “I may have some maturity, but I refuse to be grown-up.” And with that she leapt after the frog that had stuck its head out of the water.

She splashed into the pond and grabbed it with two hands. It tried to make an escape, but she had her hands clasped tightly around it. She stood up in the pond, her clothes drenched and her wet hair clinging to her face and neck.

She offered the frog to her dad and he was kind enough to hold it for her while she climbed out of the pond. It used to be the other way when she was younger. He’d jump around the pond—scaring off all the frogs in process—and she would sit and watch, giggling until her dad caught one for her.

She sat back down in the grass and took the frog back.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Another tea party with gnomes, frogs and newts?”

She shook her head. “Maybe if I give it a kiss, it’ll become a prince,” she joked. “Seeing as I am single again.”

“The only cursed frog in this pond is your cousin Barny. I would advice against kissing him, I put him in there for a good reason.” Mr Weasley bit back his smile.

Ginny laughed. “We don’t have a cousin Barny!”

“We could have,” Mr Weasley said. “It’s difficult to keep track.”

She chuckled lightly. “No. I can’t tell you what I am going to use it for. It is a secret.” She looked up at him innocently. “And you’d have to scold me, I am just saving you the hassle.”

#hinny #fic #arthur weasley #arthur #mr weasley #ginny weasley #drabble

[romione-trope-fest]

The Talk

Fic Title: The Talk

Author Name: voldemorts-tap-shoes

Selected Trope: Cockblocker Harry

Brief Summary: Maybe there’s a reason why Harry is always interrupting: no one ever gave him “the talk”.

Word Count: 1302

Rating: M

Any Trigger Warnings: mild spicy content and typical Weasley swearing

***

“Fuck, I missed you today.” Ron murmurs the words against her neck, and Hermione groans her approval as she claws at his t-shirt, seeking bare skin.

“I missed you too,” she purrs, letting her hands run up his chest. It doesn’t matter that they were together all day; they were at the Burrow, and they couldn’t do this. After holding out for so long, their kiss during the Battle of Hogwarts had burst a dam wide open, and any moment engaged in activities other than the current one feels like a waste. Especially with Hermione going back to school and Ron off to Auror training in a few weeks.

Ron backs Hermione toward the bed as his lips meet hers in a searing kiss. She abandons her efforts on Ron’s shirt to focus on the button of his jeans, which can be removed without his mouth leaving hers. He kicks his trousers off and they land on the floor with a dull thud before they fall on the duvet in a tangle of limbs.

The force of the landing breaks the kiss momentarily, and Hermione takes the opportunity to rid Ron of his shirt, leaving him in only his tented boxers. “You’re falling behind, love,” he teases as he reaches for the hem of her cotton sundress, letting his fingers skim her thighs as he pushes the fabric up.

Hermione sits up and obligingly holds her arms over her head. “Help me catch up, then,” she quips back, her lips twisting into a saucy smirk. Ron wastes no time adding her dress to the growing pile of clothes on the floor before diving back in for another kiss. She lies back on the bed, pulling Ron with her so that she’s surrounded by his warm, comforting weight.

As soon as Ron’s hands slip beneath her back to free her bra clasp, the sudden sound of the front door slamming from two floors below makes him pause. “I thought Harry was going out with Ginny tonight?” Ron questions.

“I thought so, too. You locked the door, though, right?”

Hermione’s eyes dart in that direction, and Ron nods in answer. He kisses her again, both of them trying to ignore the creaking sound of Harry coming up the stairs, calling for them. “Ron, Hermione! You guys home? I got pizza!”

“This is what we get for living in his house, I suppose,” Hermione grumbles as Ron pulls away from her just enough to call back to Harry.

“We’ll be down in a bit!” Ron shouts.

Despite the response, their best friend is not deterred. The doorknob rattles, and Hermione shoots an incredulous look at the bedroom door.

“Seriously?!” she hisses to Ron, who groans in annoyance.

“The pizza is going to get cold,” Harry’s voice comes through the thick wood. “You guys alright?”

“Yeah, Harry, we’re fine!” Ron looks back at Hermione, but an understanding passes between them: Harry’s appearance has thrown ice water on the mood. “We’ll be right down.”

Hermione leans up for one more lingering kiss before she slides off the bed to grab her dress. “Later,” she promises, as much to him as to herself. She hates the idea of wasting an opportunity.

Harry’s footsteps retreat as they reluctantly get dressed, both still breathing heavily. “Fuck,” Ron gripes, “it’s like he doesn’t even know what he’s interrupting.”

“Hang on.” Hermione freezes, horror-struck. “Do you think he doesn’t?”

Ron rolls his eyes. “He’s an eighteen year old bloke. He knows.”

“Really?” Hermione pops her hands on her hips and tilts her head in question. “And who do you suppose gave him the talk? The Dursleys? Dumbledore?” Hermione cringes at the possibilities, and Ron shudders along with her.

“Look,” he says hesitantly, “there was—chatter, let’s say—in the boys’ dorm. He’s at least got the basics. I promise.”

“And yet, he seems completely oblivious when we’re trying to have some alone time. We haven’t exactly made it a secret we’re together.”

Ron heaves a heavy sigh. “I know we joke about being Harry’s surrogate parents sometimes, but you’re not seriously suggesting we give our best mate the sex talk are you?”

“Well, if he’ll leave us alone so we can finish this—” Hermione waves a hand erratically between the two of them and the bed “—then I think it’s worth the momentary discomfort of making sure he’s got adequate knowledge of the subject.”

“Considering he’s going to use whatever knowledge we impart to him on my sister, I’m not so sure about that.”

“Ron!”

“Okay, okay.” Ron opens the bedroom door and gestures for Hermione to exit. “I’ll back you up, but you’re taking the lead on this.”

“Fine.” They walk in a single file down to the kitchen, where they find Harry already eating straight from a large pizza box with a dribble of marinara on his chin.

“Hope this is okay,” Harry says in greeting as he reaches for a napkin. “That Thai place down the street had a kitchen fire or something.”

“Harry,” Hermione begins, adopting a serious tone as she and Ron sit across the table from him. “We need to talk.”

“I know, I know, we all need to learn to cook so we’re not eating takeout every night. That’s a problem for tomorrow. Have some pizza.”

He pushes a second cardboard box across the table, and Ron reaches for it, fending off Hermione’s glare with a wave of his hand. “If I can’t have what I actually want right now, I’m going to have some fucking pizza.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise in alarm, and his green eyes flit between the two of them. “Is everything alright?”

Hermione takes a deep breath. She wants to broach the topic delicately, but she’s worried there’s no way to broach it at all without embarrassing all three of them. “Well, we—that is, Ron and I—we’re worried that without having had any proper adult figures in your life, that you might have—missed part of your education.”

“Wait, are—” Harry looks to Ron to demand, “Are you going back for seventh year now?”

“What? No, Hermione thinks you need the sex talk,” Ron replies, opting for a more blunt approach as he tosses a chunk of crust back into the box.

“You what?” Harry croaks, turning back to Hermione.

“Well, it just seems like—like maybe you didn’t have anyone to tell you about these things, because when Ron and I are trying to—”

Harry cuts her off with a series of nondescript shouts and his fingers in his ears. Hermione sighs but doesn’t continue. “Look, I love you both,” Harry says once he seems satisfied to have silenced Hermione for the moment, “and I’m really happy that you’re happy, but for Merlin’s sake, I don’t need to hear about it.”

“But if you and Ginny are going to get back together and—” Hermione groans as Ron suddenly gives her the same treatment of shouting and covering his ears.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he complains. “Harry’s right, I don’t need to hear that.”

“And anyway, I got the talk, okay?” Harry adds. “Sirius sat me down before fifth year and taught me all the spells and everything.”

“Oh.” Hermione feels her cheeks flush as she realizes that Ron was right, and this conversation was actually not needed at all. Embarrassment is quickly replaced by indignation, though, as she thinks about what she should be doing with Ron right about now. “Then why are you always interrupting us?”

Harry grins at her unabashedly. “You guys are just way too easy to mess with.”

“Ugh!” Hermione pushes her chair back roughly and grabs Ron’s hand. “We’re going back upstairs now. To have sex.”

Harry makes a gagging sound, but then Hermione hears him laugh to himself as she and Ron leave the kitchen. “Yeah, I deserved that one.”

#submission #romione #cockblocker harry

[honeydukesheroine]

Star 💫

For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 28

OR: While Ron and Hermione bicker under the stars in Chapter 14 of the In Betweens (6th Year), Ginny was doing some stargazing of her own.

After showering that evening, Ginny curled up in her window nook on the third floor landing against the worn plush cushions. On clear nights like this, she liked to watch the last blazes of fading sunlight reflecting off the glassy pond. 

“Harry,” she whispered down the stairs of the Burrow. “Come look! Quick!” 

He took the stairs two at a time. Spying out the window, they could see Ron and Hermione lying on their backs, gazing up at the growing number of stars in the sky. 

His curious green eyes narrowed, light glinted off the lens of his glasses, watching his best friends effectively cuddling in the grass. 

“What d’you reckon they’re discussing?” 

His adorably stubbled face grew into a smile, matching her own. “The Goblin Rebellion of 1752, most likely.” 

“Fascinating subject,” she said, tearing her eyes away, back to Ron and Hermione. “How’d that one end again?”

“They fought for six years before - ”

He stopped abruptly. She narrowed her eyes, challenging him to reveal his suspicions. 

“Before what, Harry?” asked Ginny, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Each waited for the other to admit what they knew. 

“I can’t remember, I got a Dreadful in History of Magic.”

“Nice save,” she said, making space for him to sit on the cushions, a better angle to watch them.

He drew a sharp intake of breath, “Blimey, your feet are freezing.”  

“I didn’t invite you into my window nook to insult me.”

“Don’t you own socks?” he asked.

“Would you want to wear Ron’s hand-me-downs?” 

She wiggled her toes under the edge of his thigh. He would later tease her for it, saying Any excuse to touch my arse, Weasley, before wrapping up her feet with his hands, hugging them close to his chest to warm them.

“Ginny!! Please come set the table for dinner!” her mum shouted from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mum!”  

At dinner Ginny couldn’t help remarking on the beauty of a starry night sky, asking Ron’s opinion on the subject. Or requesting Hermione give a detailed recounting of the 1752 Goblin Rebellion, nodding along in feigned interest. Always careful to not gaze too long at the twinkling in Harry’s eyes in response to new inside jokes. 

And later that evening when she returned to her spot on the third floor landing, she would find a pair of new looking woolen socks tucked amongst the cushions. 

It's a missing moment to a missing moment within a flashback. It's missing moment inception.

#harrypotter fanfiction #hinny microfic #hinny #maybe someday i'll finish a chapter of my wip

[theazkabandreamer]

New Year, New Love

A bleated New Year’s fic.

___

Harry was glad when 1998 was coming to a close and spent its dying hours in the Burrow’s garden lamenting on all of those who died this year. He heard movement and thought it was Mr Weasley sneaking off to his shed but then he smelt a familiar, flowery fragrance and felt a light touch on his arm which gave him goosebumps.

“There you are,” Ginny said. “I knew you’d be out here. Things are getting boring inside. Muriel has fallen asleep and Ron and Hermione snuck off somewhere. I bet it’s to get in some last minute snogging. At least he has the decency to do it in private this time. I guess we all grow up eventually.”

Despite his sombre mood, Harry couldn’t help cracking a smile. Ginny always cheered him up when he was down. She had been his guiding light during the months after the Battle of Hogwarts and he had missed his girlfriend a lot when she returned to Hogwarts back in September. 

But he had kept himself busy with Auror training and along with Ron and Neville, he was at the top of his class.

“What are you thinking about?” Ginny asked after a moment. 

“You know,” Harry shrugged. “Stuff.” 

“I’ve been thinking about stuff as well,” Ginny said nonchalantly.

They lapsed into another silence again and Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny and she melted into him. They stood like that for a while feeling content, their breath rising like mist in the cold air as they looked at the starry sky. 

“They would be proud of you, Harry,” Ginny said quietly. “All of them.”

Harry smiled sadly at Ginny. He didn’t think he would ever get over the loss of so many, but Ginny once again came to his rescue and softened the wound in his heart. 

A quick glance at his watch told Harry that it was one minute to midnight. He wanted to say something to Ginny that would express the deep gratitude and affection that he had for her. But a long speech would spoil the moment. If only there was a phrase that he could say that would express his deep affection for Ginny.

“I love you,” he blurted out. 

Ginny pulled out of the embrace, a look of complete surprise appearing across her face and her eyes teared up - He had never said that to her before – For a moment, Harry thought he had blown it and had somehow hurt her. He was about to stumble out an apology when she grabbed the front of his robes and was kissing him. 

She was kissing him like she did in her bedroom on Harry’s seventeenth birthday which seemed like a lifetime away and Harry was kissing her back with gusto. 

They were both so engrossed with each other, that they didn’t even notice the numerous fireworks going off signalling the New Year. All they cared about was one another and Harry thought that this year would be the best he had ever had.

#Hinny #Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #The Burrow #post deathly hallows #Happy New Year

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 46 sneak peek!

another rough draft from the opening of the chapter! there’s a time jamp of about two-ish weeks to when term begins for everyone. 

alternatively, Ariel gets bombarded by Weasley children. 

“Ariel!”

Hermione’s head craned out of the carriage, despite the fact that there was apocalyptic rain beating against it, the wind howling in protest. Ariel waved excitedly as Ariel stood at the main entrance, battling to keep her hood on against the storm.

She battled the wind, struggling not to go flying off the steps as the students began barrelling past her to get into the castle and out of the rain. Hermione’s carriage right at the front. Ron nearly fell out after her, ending up with a mouthful of Hermione’s hair as the wind knocked Hermione’s hood off. Ariel grinned as she watched the two of the bicker, the sound music to her ears.

Ariel, unable to help herself, met them halfway down the steps, throwing her arms around Hermione’s neck. They took turns for a minute trying to lift one another off the steps, but when Hermione almost lost her footing, they dissolved into a fit of giggles as the rain left them absolutely drenched.

When they pulled away, Hermione was grinning so hard it looked like her face would split open. “I’ve been so worried!”

“About what?” Ariel teased. “About the owls not being able to send me more than ten books at a time?”

She swatted at her shoulder and laughed. “About you — about Black. I was relieved when you wrote that Professor Dumbledore insisted you come to Hogwarts early, but not being able to see you…”

“I missed you too.”

Hermione hugged her again tightly. When Ariel pulled away, she saw Ron watching them from two steps down, looking very grumpy and very wet.

“We don’t have to do that, right?” Ron asked.

“Shut up,” Ariel said, and then launched herself at him.

Ron sputtered as she pulled away, wiping at his tongue, but he too seemed to look a little relieved. “You two have too much bloody hair.”

Seamus and Dean laughed as they passed, causing Ron to turn beet-red. For a moment, it looked like he was going to break away and follow after them, but he wiped the water out of his eyes instead and shook his head.

“Come on,” Ariel pulled Hermione forward, Ron right behind them. “It’s freezing out here, and the house elves have outdone themselves this time, you should see the spread.”

Hermione grumbled under her breath about slave labor, but Ariel didn’t hear her. Her heart felt it had been surrounded in the Lumos, only ten times brighter. Once they were inside, they took turns drying each other off with some spells, wringing out their cloaks. Ron pointed his wand at their hair, to which Hermione dodged.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned. “My hair will grow three sizes.”

“Really?” a curious expression crossed his face.

“Ronald, I am warning you —”

“Here,” Ariel motioned for her to turn, tying back her hair into a somewhat tidy ponytail. “At least it’ll stay out of your face.’

Ariel did the same to herself and Hermione watched, smoothing down the top of her head to try and de-frizz. “Your hair’s gotten longer, you’re going to need a haircut soon.”

She shrugged. She liked having it long, being able to thread her fingers through it. She’d never been able to do it before — Aunt Petunia had given her haircuts that made her look like a convict. “Maybe.”

They finished drying themselves off, Vanishing the puddles they’d managed to make in the process as they drier students began piling into the Great Hall. Ariel craned her neck over the crowd, still somehow shorter than most of the Second Years, and waved to Lavender and Pavarti, who were excitedly chatting with Padme towards the front of the hoard of people.  

A figure moved to block Ariel’s view, her pale face much healthier, more filled out, her brown eyes wide with hesitation. She almost didn’t recognize her for a second, blinking dumbly until a small, hesitant smile graced her face.

“Ginny —” Ariel started to say, wanting to ask her how she’d been, but she was abruptly cut off when something slammed into her.

Ginny then promptly burst into tears, flinging her arms around Ariel’s neck.

“I’m so sorry —” she blubbered. “I’m sorry —”

“Ginny, Ginny it’s okay,” Ariel soothed, turning red as the other students stared at them.

“I got all your letters, I just couldn’t write back, I couldn’t write it all down after…”  

I have written you down now, you will live forever —

“I know,” Ariel said quietly. “Listen, Ginny, that arsehole ended up turning into Voldemort. It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you for what happened. I’m just happy you’re okay.”

She sniffled, wiping at her face. “I should have known, all he talked about was you after a while. I feel so stupid.”

She’s terribly jealous

I was hoping for more than this cliche

“I did too,” Ariel admitted. “Hermione and I knew something was off, we should’ve kept after it more. I’m sorry.”

Ginny just shook her head, almost in disbelief. “Hermione told me everything, all you did for me. How did you manage it all? Killing the basilisk alone —”

Ariel felt her body tense as she remembered the sound of the floor shaking beneath her feet as the basilisk moved, not wanting to relive the memory. She diverted and asked Ginny how she had been doing instead.

Ginny looked away for a moment before saying softly, "I'm okay. It's not easy, but I remember what the Headmaster told me, that there were older and wiser wizards tricked by him." she smiled faintly. "I still have nightmares, I still get scared sometimes when writing... but it's getting better. The Mind Healers helped a lot.”

Ariel squeezed her hand, feeling the same sensation in her chest. “I’m glad.”

“The trip to Egypt definitely helped to take my mind off of it, too. Did Ron tell you in his letters — Fred and George almost locked Percy in one of the tombs.”

As if right on cue, a pair of arms picked Ariel off the ground from behind, squeezing her into a hug.

“Evans, old girl,” said George’s voice as a second pair of arms picked her up. “My, how you’ve grown! We used to be able to lift you over our heads with one arm.”

“Very funny,” Ariel said dryly, but she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. “Maybe you too are just getting shorter.”

“Or weaker,” Ginny supplied, earning a snort from Ron. “Once I learn that Bat-Bogey Hex, it’s game over for you two.”

George clutched at his heart mockingly, pretending to keel over. “The very thought strikes fear into my heart.”

Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “You’re on your own, mate. I’m not going anywhere near that.”

Ginny shot him an indignant glare before turning back to Ariel with a smirk. “Obviously I can only take them down when they get tired of meddling with each other.”

“Smart,” Ariel agreed. “Divide and conquer.”

“Terrifying,” Fred shuddered theatrically. “It almost worries us as much as that Sirius Black does.”

Hermione shot them both a very cross look, still shaking water out of her hair.

“Any sign of him?” Ron asked Ariel, glancing at the doors at the heavy oak doors as they swung shut. “Dad said he'd be mad as a hatter to try and escape, let alone after twelve years in Azkaban. He was going to write to you, you know, warn you, but Mum thought it’d frighten you…”

Fred gave Ron a little smack on the arm before leaning on his shoulder. “Life of the party, this one.”

Ginny snorted loudly as Ron and Hermione glowered. Ariel sighed and shook her head. “Nothing, I honestly haven’t heard any news about it. Have you?”

“Just a few sightings here and there but nothing concrete.” Hermione interjected, sounding only a little like one of the professors. “Besides, Ariel is perfectly safe here. Black can’t get anywhere near the castle as long as Dumbledore is Headmaster, and that would be without the Dementors keeping guard.”

George shuddered, for real this time. “Awful things, those Dementors. They searched the train on the way here.”

Ariel’s mouth went dry. “What? They did?”

“Yeah,” Ron shivered, rubbing his arms. “I think I would’ve broken out of Azkaban too, if I had to feel like that all the time. I felt like I’d never be happy again.”

“Did anyone faint?”

They all blinked at her. Ariel immediately regretted asking.

“No, but Malfoy came running into our compartment like a bat out of hell.” George grinned. “Slimey little bugger was shaking like a leaf, wasn’t he Fred?”

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[saiilorstars]

Ch. 16: Waking Up

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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The end of the year feast had arrived, and this time it was worth celebrating. Harry had kept good on his word to Arden that he would bring down the Basilisk terrorizing the school, though Arden would never know that the real reason the Basilisk was after them in the first place was because of Lord Voldemort - in the guise of Tom Riddle - was the owner of the diary. Harry thought that was information that Arden didn't need in her life. Besides, Tom Riddle was gone and so was the Basilisk. Ginny Weasley, who turned out to have been under control by Tom Riddle, was safely returned to normal and was once more happy as could be, especially since those who were petrified were being revived that night.

Arden would spend a whole night of anguish wondering what the hell it was that Harry would be doing to get Romina (and everyone else who'd been petrified) back.

"Arden, what did you do with the scrap of paper?" Angel asked her in the evening at dinner.

Arden chewed on her bottom lip. She could already feel Draco's burning eyes on her warning her to keep quiet. Under no circumstances did he want anyone else finding out he had to go up and near Hermione Granger.

"I, um, gave it to the rightful owner," Arden said in the end.

"What do you expect Potter to do with it?"

"I don't know, something at least? All I know is that last year, Harry was able to discover that a longtime professor was really working for You-Know-Who so I'm hoping he'll have the same luck and bring Romina back to us. Or, at least he'll put a stop to whatever did that to her."

"Why are you so interested in it now?" Theo asked Angel afterwards and brought on a whole new conversation. "We're leaving tomorrow and so far, I don't really see anyone being unpetrified, do you?"

"Madame Pomfrey said that the antidote would be ready tonight," Daphne chimed in with a smile from ear to ear. "I'm hoping Romina can come downstairs tonight. I really miss her, doesn't anyone else?"

"Debatable," Blaise said, causing Theo to snicker, "I mean, it has been quieter lately, really."

"Blaise, don't even start," Angel said, shaking his head. "What happened was horrible. Nobody should be petrified."

"Oh calm down everyone," Draco cut in, rolling his eyes. He could already see Carolinha's face growing red from alarm at the conversation. The girl really was too squeaky for his taste, or anyone's taste for that matter. "The antidote is working so like it or not," he glanced at Blaise who was eating with a smirk on his face, "Oswell will be back tonight."

Blaise looked up from his plate and, still smirking, looked at Draco. "You excited too?"

"Maybe," Draco's casual answer brought on the shocked faces of his friends until he added: "If only to see you have a meltdown."

Blaise's smirk vanished as the rest of their friends began to laugh.

~ 0 ~

It was strange being petrified. One moment, she was looking at a horrible creature in a compact mirror and the next thing she saw was that the night wing ceiling could definitely use some new paint. It was almost like she had gone through a period of time at light speed...but almost.

Romina found it strange that even though she was not awake, and she could not speak, she could still hear every now and then. Granted, it was warped and mostly chipped and no doubt distorted, but she could hear sounds. It was not comforting at all. Being not awake but almost awake is about the worst kind of torture in her opinion. When Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout gave her an antidote, Romina actually felt like everything was too loud. Madame Pomfrey assured her that her sensibility to hearing was completely normal given the situation and that it would go away in a few days.

Hermione, on the other hand, woke up completely fine. "I told you it was a Basilisk!"

Romina winced with Hermione's voice. She brought her hands to her ears for a moment. "Could you please not yell."

"I'm not yelling," Hermione said as she hopped off her bed. "I would never yell that I knew exactly what kind of secret creature lay in a secret chamber." She was, in fact, keeping her voice very hushed. She cocked her head to the side. "Are you alright?"

"No," Romina said sharply, bringing her hands down on her lap. "It feels like everyone is yelling."

Hermione's brows knitted together as she looked around the night wing. There was commotion, yes, as the rest of the petrified were being given the antidotes but nothing out of this world. "I promise you that no one is yelling."

"I bet," Romina sighed. "Do you think they solved the mystery, though?"

"Only one way to find out," Hermione grinned. "You think you can manage leaving the night wing altogether?"

Romina would love to say 'no' but since she spent way too much time in the night wing, it felt like she needed to get away. She slipped out of bed and very slowly tried to keep her hands on her sides.

"Girls, you can stay as long as you need to," Madame Pomfrey said when she saw Romina struggling to walk with Hermione.

"I'm okay," Romina nodded, making sure that her hands did not move from her sides at all.

Madame Pomfrey didn't seem so convinced. She told the girls that it was the last day before students were to return home. The Great Hall was filled with loud commotion that certain ears would be sensible to. Romina acknowledged the warning as she walked out with Hermione.

The two girls hurried down the stairs, reaching the Great Hall in just minutes. Hermione was all for running in and seeing her friends but she stopped at the doors when she noticed Romina was still at the steps, covering her ears.

"Romina, are you alright?" Hermione turned away from the doors altogether. "Is it — is the noise too much?"

With a groan, Romina came to take a seat on the last step, covering her ears. "It's alright, Hermione. You can go in. Bet you're hungry. We haven't eaten in ages."

Hermione hurried back to the steps and sat down with Romina. "The same goes for you. Bet your friends are missing you too."

"Mm," Romina scrunched her face. "Maybe. It's complicated, that lot. Most of them aren't exactly the expressive kind. Well, maybe Carolinha but that's only because she can't hide her feelings at all." Hermione gave a light chuckle. "Like I said, you should go."

"I'm not leaving you out here," Hermione motioned to the empty hallway. "We were petrified together. Kind of bonds us for life." This time it was Romina who laughed. "Besides, I think your friends really do miss you. More than you think."

Romina lowered her hands when the noise settled a bit more. "What do you mean?"

Hermione made a face as if she were still debating whether or not she had spoken more than she should have. "When you were petrified, did you hear anything? See anything?"

Romina shrugged. "A little bit of hearing. No sight whatsoever. What I heard were moments of Arden, I think? Angel too. I think they were the ones who came to see me most, if not the only ones."

"They weren't the only ones," Hermione said, swallowing thickly. "I don't even believe it yet."

"What?"

Hermione seemed ready to talk when someone zoomed past them down the stairs.

"Oi! You two!" It was Justin Flint-Fletchley, another fellow petrified student, who stopped a few feet away from the girls. "Aren't you starving!? Being petrified works up an appetite! C'mon!"

The girls exchanged glances and ultimately Romina agreed that she was indeed hungry. They stood up together and headed for the Great Hall. Romina was reluctant to walk in at first, and it took a bit more seconds for Hermione to finally convince her to go in with her.

Celebrations were going everywhere. Romina winced every now and then as some yelling became too much. She didn't notice that Hermione had led her to the Gryffindor table, although it wasn't very surprising. What did she expect? That she be walked to the Slytherin table?

Harry and Ron were excitedly waiting for them and hugged each girl tightly (at the last moment Ron decided to shake hands with Hermione, for some reason), profusely apologizing for what had happened to them.

"If I say it's alright will you stop yelling?" Romina said, once again bringing her hands to her ears.

"Well, that's rude!" Ron exclaimed.

"She's experiencing some sensibility to sound," Hermione explained, "So lighten up already."

"Oh Rom, I'm sorry," Harry made a face. The Great Hall probably sounded like it was exploding in Romina's ears.

"Don't worry about it," Romina waved a hand and slowly lowered the other one from her ear. "I'm just happy you guys did it. Whatever it is that you did."

"It was not easy," Ron made clear to the two. "Nearly died back there. And by the way, Hermione, professor Lockhart was a total farce!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron went into a ramble about how Lockhart had admitted to stealing other people's stories and then obliviating them to keep them quiet.

"It doesn't matter," Romina said in the end, "Like I said, I'm just happy you guys did whatever it is that you did."

"With loads of help from you," Harry said, then added, "And from Arden. She's the one that saw the slip of paper in Hermione's hand."

Hermione looked uncomfortable though, as she was about to add more. She looked at Romina again, wearing the same expression she had when they were outside on the step. "Erm, well, Arden may have seen the paper but it was actually Malfoy who got it out of my hand in the first place."

Ron nearly fell forwards. "What!? I'm thinking that petrifying condition must have confused you, Hermione!"

Even Romina seemed a little surprised. "Seriously?"

Hermione nodded firmly. "I heard Arden, and then I heard a conversation between Malfoy and Angel Paes."

"And what did they say?" asked Romina.

Hermione bit on her bottom lip. The conversation she heard had not been for her ears and because Angel was pretty nice, she didn't think telling his secret was the best way to be a friend to him. "I-I don't remember everything...but I know Malfoy was mad he couldn't get the paper out of my hand at first."

"Interesting," Romina said, a smile growing across her face. "Maybe I was wrong."

"Wrong about what?" Ron scowled.

"Nothing," Romina said with a wave of her hand. "Let's not worry about the details. I'm hungry. And I would really like to see my other friends now." She gave the Gryffindors each a hug and then hurried towards the Slytherin table. She was subjected into a second round of welcomings from her friends, none stronger than Arden's hugs though. Well, Angel could rival her.

"I have never been so grateful to Harry! He did whatever it is he usually did and got rid of that Basilisk thing!"

Romina laughed and patted Arden's back. "Well, I hope you know that Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout told us that Dumbledore has issued 100 points to those who helped Harry and Ron in the first place." And as she spoke these words, she sent Draco a significant look that made his eyes widen in horror. It was clear he didn't want his name anywhere near the spotlight. It confirmed Hermione's story. "Don't worry, I heard he's awarding them in silence."

Arden, thinking Romina was still speaking just to her, laughed and said she didn't care about the points. Romina shot Draco a knowing smile and started to eat.

"What was it like?" Daphne asked her out of sheer curiosity. "Being petrified?"

Romina was piling on dinner on her plate pretty fast. "I mean, at times I could hear things. Actually, my hearing's a bit sensible right now. It's like being in slow-mo for ages. My ears have to catch up to real time now."

"Really? You could hear at times?" Draco drawled suddenly, meeting Angel's gaze with a smirk. The brunette stiffened in his spot. "Did you happen to hear anything interesting?"

Romina was none the wiser about their little secret. "Not really. The pieces that I did hear were just that: pieces. Everything was kind of slowed down, you know? Hard to make out a conversation."

Angel visibly relaxed but his sister shot him an odd side-glance. "Well, we're just really glad that you're back, Romina," he said.

Romina briefly paused to smile in his way. "Me too."

"But you know," Pansy started and it wasn't far fetched to believe that the next thing that would come out of her mouth was a sort of 'I told you so', "I bet if you hadn't been with Granger, you wouldn't have been petrified in the first place."

"Wow, the first time Parkinson said something smart," Blaise said, "But if you wanna keep hanging out with her and getting into all sorts of situations like that, by all means go for it."

Romina shot the boy in question a sour smile. "I missed you too, Blaise."

"No, but I think Pansy might have a point there," Daphne spoke up, "You should stay clear of her and Harry and Ron. You don't want to get into more trouble like that."

"I have known Harry my entire life," Romina said, "So has Arden. We're not splitting up for anything. And besides, it wasn't Harry's fault."

"No, it was probably your fault for sticking your nose where it didn't belong, huh?" Draco asked her.

"I missed you too, Draco."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm was not missed. And I'm telling the truth, aren't I? Tell us right now that you didn't get yourself petrified because you were doing something you shouldn't have been doing?"

Romina put her fork down on her plate and turned her body in Draco's direction. "You know, that's a lot of talk for someone who always sticks their nose where it doesn't belong. I had to learn it from somewhere, didn't I? What, with it coming with the 'pureblood' label, right?"

"Yeah, things are definitely back to normal," Arden said with a beam on her face. Meanwhile, Romina and Draco were stuck in a glare-off.

McGonagall interrupted them shortly afterwards to gather their attention at the front table. Dumbledore rose from his centered seat and began addressing them. "Before we begin our feast, let's give a round of applause to Professor Sprout and Madame Pomfrey, whose Mandrake Juice has been successfully administered to all those who had been petrified."

Of course everyone gave an applause.

"Also, in the wake of recent events, as a school treat, all exams have been cancelled."

The entire room burst into a new sense of applause.

The front door burst open to reveal Hagrid coming in. Everyone silenced but Hagrid sheepishly smiled. "Sorry I'm late. The owl deliverin' my release papers got all lost 'n confused. Some ruddy bird named Errol."

Romina giggled remembering the old owl Ron was always embarrassed over. Soon, however, they were drowned out on account of almost the entire school clapping and cheering for the return of Hagrid. Needless to say, the night was full of joy and lots and lots of food.

~0~

When it came time to leave for the Hogwarts Express, no student was left in deception. With no work and all friends returned, who could bother to be sad? All the way back on the express, talking was incessant. Among the topics was being petrified. Hermione surprised Romina with the information that she heard a lot more than Romina had for some reason. That was how Romina found out who had given her the secret Valentine day card.

"That was sweet of him," Romina said with a small smile. Apparently, she was the only one out of everyone who didn't get the memo about Angel's crush. Hermione didn't have the courage to tell her at that moment either.

"Okay, guys," Harry suddenly changed topics and had taken out a quill and parchment. Hermione and Romina recognized a number, more importantly that it was Harry's phone number.

"This is called a telephone number," Harry said for Ron's benefit. "I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer — he'll know. Call me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to. . . ."

"Hey, thanks," Romina sarcastically waved a hand.

"You know what I mean," Harry said as he handed his number to Ron and Hermione.

"Well, in that case, I'll give my number to Hermione and Ron, and not you," Romina stuck her tongue out at Harry.

"Rom, I already have your number."

"Shut up, Harry."

"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" Hermione asked when they got off the train and spotted the Dursleys with their grim faces. It was nothing compared to Romina's cheerful grandparents waiting just behind them.

Harry snorted. "Proud? Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious!"

"What a lovely world it is at the Dursleys'," Romina apologetically patted Harry on the back. "Don't worry, Arden and I can keep you company. Speaking of, I should probably go find her. I can't trust that she and Pansy won't try to kill each other by the end of the train ride. How they manage to survive without me is beyond me."

"You're like the peace mediator, then?" Harry mused. He knew Romina all too well. She had a kind heart but could also be a bit of an instigator as well. It was all fun when she did it to Dudley - hilarious, actually.

Romina's smirk was promising. "Something like that."

A/N:

End of Book 2! Once again, Book 3 will continue within the same story ;)

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[headcanonsandmore]

Time Spent Apart

Summary: Ron and Hermione meet during the summer before fifth year. Time spent apart makes the heart grow fonder, and all that...

Tagging: @princesserica84

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Hermione’s throat seemed to close up. Ron was standing on the bottom step of the staircase, and was grinning down at her, one hand resting on the bannister, and the other on the wall. His hair had grown out slightly, and the small amount of childhood puppy-fat on his face had disappeared. His arms and legs seemed to have grown even longer, and his chest had bulked out, so that his t-shirt was stretched over his muscles.

‘Er, Hermione?’

Blushing furiously, Hermione realised that she had been staring at Ron with her mouth open for several seconds now.

‘H-hi Ron,’ she stammered, trying to compose her face.

Ron looked down at his chest.

‘What?’ he asked, puzzled. ‘Have I got mustard down my front again?’

Hermione smiled.

‘No. Just…you look…different.’

‘Yeah, if “different” means that he looks like even more of a gangly prat,’ chortled Ginny, elbowing Ron out of the way, and giving Hermione a hug.

Mentally cursing the Weasley siblings’ propensity for picking on each-other, Hermione gave Ginny a reproachful look as she pulled away. Ginny, however, didn’t seem to notice, and walked off to the kitchen, still chuckling under her breath.  

The atmosphere between Hermione and Ron seemed to turn icy, like the temperature had dropped. Ron gave a sad sigh, and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

‘So, good summer?’

‘It was okay.’ Hermione mumbled, not quite meeting Ron’s eyes. She had enjoyed seeing her parents again, but she had also spent the few weeks since the end of term missing Harry, Ginny and especially the redheaded boy who stood in front of her. ‘You?’

Ron shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

‘Do…do I really look different?’ Hermione was startled to hear the worry in Ron’s voice. He was clearly conscious about his appearance, and Ginny’s teasing was not helping.

Hermione locked eyes with him, and she smiled warmly.

‘Ron, you look great,’ she said, her cheeks feeling slightly flushed.

‘Really?’

‘To me, you always have done.’

Ron’s eyes widened slightly, and his ears turned a subtle shade of pink. He gave a nervous smile.

‘Thanks.’

‘No problem.’

He hopped down off the step, and stood in front of her. He seemed to be even taller than normal, and Hermione felt her heart beat faster.

Ron bent down to lift up her trunk.

‘You’re staying in Ginny’s room,’ he said, as he began to haul the heavy object up the stairs. ‘I’ll show you the way.’

‘Thanks.’

After what seemed like barely seconds, Ron had dumped her trunk next to the spare bed in Ginny’s room, and was leaning against the door to catch his breath. Hermione tried not to stare as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and how his t-shirt was clinging to his muscles more than ever.

‘I almost forgot that you keep half a library with you at all times,’ he chuckled, as he brushed his long hair out of his eyes.

‘They’re called books, Ron,’ Hermione exclaimed, praying that her cheeks weren’t flushing. ‘You should read one someday.’

Ron laughed, his cheeks dimpling as he did so. Hermione’s stomach did another backflip; making Ron laugh was something that always did funny things to her. Especially since most people never found her funny. But he always did.

‘You know, sometimes I wonder why you hang around with me,’ he gasped, clutching his sides. ‘And then I remember that we bicker with each-other like no-one’s business.’

‘Honestly, Ron!’ Hermione placed her hands on her hips. ‘I’m not friends with you just because I like bickering with you.’

‘But it’s the main reason, right?’ Ron smirked, giving her his patented lopsided grin which never failed to make her heart beat fast.

‘You’re impossible!’

‘Thanks.’

She glowered at him for a moment.

‘In actuality, Ron,’ she continued. ‘I hang out with you because I enjoy your company, as impossible as that sounds.’

Ron’s eyes widened slightly. He evidently hadn’t been expecting her to say that.

‘Er, thanks,’ he mumbled.

Ron stepped forward, looking nervous, and, (before Hermione knew what he was doing) pulled her into a hug. Hermione breathed in his sweet, warm smell, and felt her stomach flip as his large hands patted her softly on the back.

‘I missed us bickering. I missed you,’ he whispered, almost to himself.

Hermione swallowed, wrapping her arms around Ron’s enormous back.

‘I…I missed you too,’ she murmured.

They awkwardly broke away from each-other. Ron rubbed his neck again.

‘Dinner will probably be ready soon,’ he said, clearing his throat. ‘Mum’ll call you down with Ginny.’

‘Oh, okay,’ Hermione couldn’t help but feel somewhat self-conscious. She wasn’t really used to Ron displaying physical affection to her, but she…quite liked it.

Ron turned to leave, and began to walk through the door. However, just before he reached to close the heavy door, he stopped and turned to look at her.

Hermione felt his blue eyes focus on her, and her insides gave an exhilarated moan. Ron bit down on his lower lip, looking deep in thought.

‘You…you look great too, Hermione.’

He reached out and closed the door quickly, and Hermione heard his heavy footsteps as he began to descend the staircase outside.

She continued to stand where Ron had left her. Her hands rose slowly to her mouth, and her knees felt weak.

Oh, Ron, she thought as her heart continued to pound, you impossible boy…why do you have to make this so complicated…?

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Happy Valentines Day, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this little drabble!

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[onlyfreds]

He's a Simp | F.W.

Title: He's a Simp

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred is a simp when it comes to Hogwart's most popular girl: Y/N L/N

A/N: This is absolutely the first time that I wrote the whole fic through Fred's POV.

(Fred’s POV)

“Finally!” George said as he hopped off the couch, stretching a bit, “What took you forever? I’m starving.”

I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off, “Don’t be overdramatic. I only took five minutes.”

George scoffed, “Whatever, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

The two of us then headed down to the Great Hall then we sat down next to Ginny.

“What took you two so long?” She asked as she took a bite out of her toast.

“Oh nothing.” George said, filling his cup with pumpkin juice, “Fred just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his favorite girl.”

I felt my cheeks heat, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I did not!”

“Can we at least eat breakfast first before you two argue?” Ron said impatiently, cutting off the argument.

“Who’s Fred’s favorite girl anyway?” Harry asked.

Hermione looked at him, “You seriously don’t know?”

Harry shook his head.

“His favorite girl is none other than Y/N L/N.” George said, teasingly nudging my shoulder.

Harry still looked confused, “Who?”

“Miss Popular!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.

“She’s the most intelligent.” Hermione said.

“The kindest, the sweetest, the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest and the most amazing person in school.” I said, smiling dreamily.

“Aaw.” Ginny cooed, “Look at that, Freddie’s in love.”

George chuckled, “In love? He’s whipped for her. He’s basically a simp!”

“And, here she comes now.” Hermione said with a small smile.

As if on cue, Y/N came in with Angelina and Alicia.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into slow motion, the way her eyes seemed to almost disappear behind her smile. Her laugh was a tune that came straight from heaven.

I wondered what it would be like if I made her laugh, if I was the cause of her laughter.

I wondered, as I always did, what it would be like to hold her, hug her, kiss her, love her so freely and openly to show the whole world how lucky I am to have her in my life. To call her mine.

I felt Ginny gently tap my chin, “Fred, you’re obviously gaping at her and you’re literally drooling.”

I could feel the blush rising up to my cheeks as I wiped the spit off my chin.

“Seriously Freddie.” Ginny said, smacking Ron’s hand away as he tried to reach for her toast, “Why don’t you ask her out? She’s really nice.”

George snorted, almost spewing his pumpkin juice on Harry, “Ginny, before Fred could utter a single syllable in front of Y/N he would’ve already melted just by looking at her.”

“Yeah.” Hermione said with a small giggle, “Fred would do absolutely anything Y/N would tell him.”

Harry laughed, “That’s how much he’s whipped for her.”

“Mate, he’s practically wrapped around her finger.” Ron said.

Harry leaned forward, “You better get a move on mate. Before someone else beats you to it.”

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George and I were walking back from the library, having finished researching for one of my products when I heard someone calling me.

“Hey Fred! Wait up!”

I turned and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Y/N was the source of the voice.

“H-hi, what’s u-up?” I asked, praying that the blush could only be mistaken for the heat.

She gave a small smile, handing me a book, “Here, you left this in the library.”

I took the book from her, “T-thanks.”

She nodded, “I’ll see you around.” Then she headed back inside the library.

George nudged my shoulder teasingly, “Aaw, somebody’s a simp.”

I flipped him off, “Who wouldn’t be? Just look at her.”

He tried to reach for the book Y/N handed me, but I swatted his hand away, holding the book close to my chest.

George scoffed, “You really are obsessed.”

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News about the Yule Ball traveled around Hogwarts spread like wildfire. Now guys were asking their dream girls left and right.

Ron was planning on asking Hermione, Harry was too late for Ginny and George had already asked Angelina.

My only problem: How was I supposed to ask Y/N L/N?

I was walking back from the owlery when I overheard a conversation from a bunch of guys I didn’t know.

“Mate, do you already have a date for the ball?”

“No, I was actually planning on asking Y/N.”

“You’d be one lucky guy to date her.”

“She’s literally the girl of my dreams.”

“Come on, whoever gets to marry her. I would be so jealous of.”

My hands immediately clenched to fists at my side as I walked away from the group.

My thoughts were so clouded that I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” We both said at the same time.

I looked up and my eyes met the y/e/c ones of Y/N.

“Sorry.” I apologized sheepishly, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. I was just heading to the owlery.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I had just gone there.”

Y/N was already halfway up the stairs when an impulsive and possibly rash decision made me call after her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned around, “Yeah?”

“Will you go to the ball with me?” I asked, immediately regretting my decision and started to brace myself for rejection.

But she just smiled, “I would love to.”

My eyes widened, thinking I’ve misheard her, “Come again?”

She giggled, the sound similar to angels singing, “I said that I would love to go to the ball with you.”

I grinned, “Thanks. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

She nodded, her beaming smile never seemed to leave her lips, “Sounds brilliant.”

I walked back to the common room with a spring in my step, not believing my luck that out of all the people in this school, I was Y/N’s date to the ball.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.” George said.

I grinned, “How couldn’t I be Georgie? The sun’s shining. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Come on.” Ginny said, suddenly interested in the conversation, “We know there’s something going on. So just spill it.”

I smiled, leaning back on the couch, “I asked Y/N to the ball.”

“And?” Ginny and George said in unison.

“She said yes.”

“Yes!” Both of them said, doing a little celebration dance along with the chant, “She said yes! She said yes! She said yes!”

It was honestly the best day of my life.

--

Christmas couldn’t come any faster.

Next thing I knew, I was already standing at the end of the staircase by the Great Hall.

I fiddled nervously with the end of the jacket the dress robes came with, hoping that Y/N didn’t back out last minute.

I then heard soft footsteps growing louder and louder with each passing moment.

“She’s beautiful.” I heard Angelina say next to causing me to turn around.

My jaw literally dropped when I saw her. She looked like a goddess dressed in a y/f/c gown that fell a bit past her knees with her hair tied up in a half-up half-down look. Giving a shy smile when she saw me staring at her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” I said, when she arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

Her cheeks were suddenly painted with a tint of rose pink, “You look quite dashing as well.”

I offered my arm to her, “Ready to party?”

She giggled, taking it, “Absolutely.”

Everyone was looking at us when we entered, I saw George give me a thumbs-up from afar.

--

We were taking a small break after dancing the night away. Having a drink in a secluded part of the hall.

“What are you doing on the arm of a Weasley, L/N?” An, obviously, drunk Adrian Pucey calls out.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Why? What do you care?”

Pucey gave a drunken laugh, “Shouldn’t you be on the arm of someone better? Like me?”

I was ready to go and teach the guy a lesson on manners when Y/N placed a hand on my arm, “Are you trying to make me laugh Adrian? Whoever told you that you were better than Fred Weasley is talking dragon dung. And I would rather skip the ball than not be on Fred’s arm. So, if you excuse us, we have to go.” She said, dragging me back into the Great Hall.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized, “Pucey could be such a prick at times.”

I paid no attention to her apology, “Do you really mean it?”

She gave me a confused look, “Mean what?”

“What you said. That you would rather skip the ball than be someone else’s date?”

She blushed, “Yeah.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard; has she been waiting for me to ask her this whole time?

“I’ve actually fancied for such a long time.” She admitted, fiddling with a stray strand of her hair.

Have I actually died and this is already heaven?

Y/N was stunned at her sudden confession and started to ramble, “Oh Godric, I’m sorry. I just made things so awkward. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I mean, of course you won’t feel the same. Why would you? I could be so annoying at times and I’m not even that pretty. Besides, I’m sure there are other girls that are way in your league-“

She wouldn’t let me speak, so I did the only thing I knew to shut her up: I crashed my lips onto hers.

I rested my hands on her waist as she rested hers on my shoulder.

Once our lungs started to demand for air we pulled away.

“Will you let me talk now?” I asked.

Y/N looked up at me, cheeks painted red, “Yeah. Sure.”

“I love you too.” I confessed, “You did not make things awkward, you made it feel like I was in heaven. You are the prettiest, the hottest, the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. My whole family teases me for being such a simp for you. I am so whipped that I would gladly do anything you ask me to do. So, now all those have been sorted out, will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

She giggled, pressing our lips together in a brief kiss, “That’s the best thing I would ever be: Fred Weasley’s girlfriend.”

There was no denying that Fred Weasley is a simp for Y/N L/N.

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[potter-imagines]

Chosen Sister (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I had two Ginny idolizing reader requests so this is the first one! I can't find the exact request but the other will be posted during this coming week. 

Warning: None (vv short sad part)

Word Count: 3.8k

“Give me back my girlfriend, Ginny. I heard that you’re holding her hostage.”

A loud chorus of knocks sounded out from Ginny Weasley’s dorm room. Dinner had finished an hour before and since the meal ceased, Fred had been searching the entire ground for you, his girlfriend. After about thirty minutes tracing your typical patterns and steps around Hogwarts, Fred ran into Angelina and Alicia who informed him of your whereabouts.

They happily explained to them that they saw Ginny dragging you away after dinner. The girls cooed to Fred about how adorable it was that his girlfriend hung out with his little sister, something Fred didn’t exactly view the same.

Fred Weasley checked your dorm room, the common room, the library, Hermione’s dorm, and finally Ginny’s room. As he trudged up the stone steps grounchily, his ears perked to a point at the ring of a voice that was tattooed in his heart. Your innocent, childlike giggle played like a melody in the empty stairwell.

Fred could feel the corner of his lip tugging up to a smile at the sound. That sugared chortle that he had heard millions of times before but somehow still felt his breath catch at the sound. Standing outside his little sister’s door, Fred’s annoyance was dissolving by your haromous voice echoing from the opposite side.

When Ginny failed to open her dorm up the first round of knock, Fred banged on the door again. Huffing in annoying, Ginny shot you a look, already knowing Fred was gonna scold her. She crawled off her bed and waltzed over to her door, taking her sweet time as she did. You couldn’t help the giggles that rumbled through your chest.

Swing the door open swiftly, Ginny glared at Fred with flames blazing in her eyes. If they weren’t related, he might’ve felt a hint of her wrath. But she was his little sister and not even at her angriest did Fred find her intimidating, not in the slightest.

Ginny Weasley was only thirteen yet her sass and feistiness was beyond her years. Growing up with only brothers probably played a hand. The young girl sent her brother a disgusted look then growled at him,

“I am not holding her hostage! For your information, Y/n happens to be my friend. Might sound surprising to you but she actually enjoys hanging out with me, Fred.”

Fred looked past his sister at the mention of your name. A smile lifted to his lips when he found you. You returned the gesture

“You’re right, that does sound surprising.” The snarky remark caused Ginny to furrow her face in a scowl. Lunging forward the youngest Weasley snapped for her older brother, although missed by a long shot.

“You’re infuriating, Fred!” She howled. Her face was turning red with every second that ticked by. If the situation had been different, you might’ve laughed. Getting between the Weasley siblings when they were arguing- that just wasn’t safe for anyone. Ginny’s aggravation was fuming from her pores as she sent you pleading looks to stay.

It was now that you took a look at the old wooden clock hanging on the way above her roommate's bed. The little hand was pointing to the six as the big hand was approaching eleven. The time seemed to fly by at light speed. You had promised to help Ginny hang up some lights in her room. She had wanted to decorate it just likes yours, as she practically admired anything you did. It made you feel special knowing Ginny looked up to you. You had never experienced it before so it was exciting- but also slightly pressurized- to know she was admiring you as a big sister.

Fred let out an exaggerated groan leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Can I please have my girlfriend back? You got your girl time in. Y/n promised to hangout with me tonight, so I’m rescuing her!” A cheeky wink was thrown your way as Fred walked further in the room, slowly sneaking up to you. The annoyed girl rolled her eyes then ignored her brother. She looked back at you and pursed her lips into a thin line. Ginny was too oblivious to notice his stagger but your attention remained set on him the entire time. You didn’t fight the smirk lifting to your lips as he inched closer, and closer until his feet were only steps from his sister’s back. It was then Ginny noticed the amused tint to your face but before she could bring it to light, Fred bent down in one fluid motion and gripped his hands on either side of your hips. As light as a feather he swept you up and quickly darted for the door, as to escape Ginny before she had the chance to retaliate.

“Wait- hey!” Fred slammed the large door then proceeded down the steps.

“Freddie, love, that wasn’t nice.” The giggles poured from your soul as Fred continued to carry you down the stairs, then took a sharp right, and started walking up the boy’s dormitory staircase. You rested your head against the blade of his shoulder, bobbing with every step he took. He was so handsome, even from the most unpleasant angels. His sharp features stuck out in the darkness, striking your heart. His arms cradled you while he laughed, “Oh shush, you didn’t try to stop me. Wasn’t exactly nice of you to just run off in the middle of dinner. You still have time to make it up to me, though.” The teasing arrogance didn’t go unnoticed. You laughed into the material of his sweater, clutching to his chest. The movement of his legs stopped and he softly leaned over to place you on the ground. Taking his wand out from his back pocket he unlocked his door and opened it up for you to walk in.

You stepped into the quiet room then turned to you boyfriend,

“George and Lee in?” You asked. The grin that rose to his lips was an answer enough. Fred closed the door behind him with a slam then jumped onto his bed with a flop. You watched him lay in the middle of the mattress, throwing his hands in a fold behind his head. He shrugged his shoulders and replied,

“Nope. Was there something in particular you had in mind of doing?” His mask of innocence wasn’t fooling either of you, but it was part of the fun. Keeping your eyes glued to his, you slipped the material of your robes off, leaving you in a white long sleeve button up and a small plaid skirt. You basked in the widening eyes of your boyfriend as he shifted on the comforter. His eyes raked over your body from your head down to your toes. You noticed his gaze particularly set on your exposed legs. Smirking to him you sauntered over to his bed and climbed in with him. His large hands found your bottom instantly. “I think you know, Freddie.”

Almost a week later, it happened again. Fred was scrambling around the Gryffindor common room asking every waking student if they had seen you. Most students were getting ready for dinner, some already there. George was waiting near the portrait watching curiously as his twin ran around the room from person to person. Even to George it was a bit strange no one had seen you, although as the hours dragged on he took into account the absence of his little sister also. George sighed to himself then kicked his leg into the wall, leaning back against the brick waiting patiently for Fred.

On the opposite side of the large room, the other half of the Weasley twins was talking to Lee Jordan, seeing if he had any valuable information. Lee, just like everyone else he asked, had no clue where you were. Right as his conversation with Lee was dwindling, the sigh of a curly haired girl caught Fred’s eyes and he abruptly excused himself from Lee and ran over.

As Fred reached Hermione, he gave her shoulder a line of taps,

“Hermione! Hey! Do you know where Y/n is? George said he saw you two in the courtyard this morning but I haven’t seen her all day.” Fred questioned the bright witch in a pleasing tone. She swiveled around and tilted her head to the side causing her frizzy hair to bounce like springs. Eyebrows knitted together, her lips scrunched to the side. Deep in thought she hummed to herself then answered,

“No I don’t at the moment, Fred, I’m sorry. I spent the morning with her and Ginny but I haven’t seen either of them since we left the library around lunch. That was hours ago, though. Maybe try checking Ginny’s room?” Hermione offered.

You had been studying most of the morning in the courtyard then in the library. Ginny and Hermione joined you, despite all three of you being in different years. Not that it came as much of a surprise, but Hermione helped you with your work without missing a beat. Where you were stuck for minutes, she had finished four questions ago. She was a brilliant friend to have, schoolwise and personally. You might be older than the young witch but Hermione’s advice was like no others so you loved having her around.

Fred shook his head and mumbled a ‘no’.

“That was the first place I looked. Don’t know where she is either. Did I do something? Y/n’s not upset with me is she?” The fear and worry in his voice soaked the air and Hermione gave him a gaze of bewilderment.

“What? She didn’t say anything to me about being mad at you and I’m sure she would’ve if she were. She seemed perfectly fine so I don’t think it’s that. Ginny was the one who seemed in a mood if anything.” She stated firmly. As close as the two of you were, you would have told Hermione if Fred angered you. You shared everything with her.

The towering boy nodded, eyes scanning the space behind Hermione. He was running out of places to check and people to ask. Hermione was his best bet next to Ginny and no one knew where Ginny was either which, for anyone capable of putting 2 and 2 together meant you and Ginny were more likely than not together somewhere.

“Thanks, Hermione. Let me know if you see either of them, please.” Hermione nodded and smiled kindly to Fred, then walked off to join Harry and Ron. Fred took off towards the portrait, yelling to George that he would be back shortly.

Leaving the common room Fred shut the painting behind him and made his way to the moving staircase. While standing on the middle step, he tried to think if he was a girl, where would he go? The bathroom? No, not for that long. A swim in the lake? Well, it was a few weeks out from winter so that was unlikely. Fred huffed as he hopped off the stairs on the fourth floor and walked towards the library. Passing by he noticed a group of Hufflepuff boys sitting around a table and Professor Pince shushing them furiously. He kept on past the library and made his way down a mostly empty corridor.

The clock was nearing five in the afternoon and it was definitely out of the ordinary for the two of you to go this long in one day without even passing by one another. Maybe you were in the common room. Just with his luck you would show up right when he left. As the thought seemed to be a possibility, the sudden sound of your familiar light, delicate voice, hit his ears. Halting completely, Fred peeked his head towards the staircase on his left where the noise came from.

“Y/n?” The inquiry came quietly. Fred half wondered if he had imagined it. No reply came to his question, but he did hear someone speaking again, a new voice he recognized as his little sister’s. Moving closer to the open, cobble stairwell, Fred suddenly stopped when he heard the shaky voice of his little sister and the sound of tears splashing against the hard ground.

“He doesn’t even notice me, Y/n! I’m practically invisible in his eyes… I hate it.” Ginny’s somber cries became louder as Fred stood just on the other side of the arch in the wall. He caught a small glimpse of the scene around the wall. On the bottom step, you and Ginny were sitting next to each other. Her head leaned on your shoulder as she sobbed sadly. It was a new sight- Fred was pretty sure he hadn’t seen Ginny cry since she was in diapers. Part of him wanted to beat the daylights out of whoever hurt his little sister, but he knew it would only cause more chaos for Ginny if he injected himself now. Fred was brought back to reality when your comforting tone reassured Ginny.

“Oh Ginny, don’t say that. He’s just stupid- boys are like that. I honestly don’t think he realizes what he’s doing.” Fred wondered who you were talking about. Did Ginny fancy someone? The sniffles of his sister shook the air. Her face left your shoulder as she buried it into the sleeves of her jacket. The material soaked up her salty teardrops and she forced herself to take some deep breaths in order to calm down. Just as her body stopped quivering, the thought entered her mind again and she remarked,

“He’s never gonna-”

Fred looked on in surprise as you leaned forward and pulled Ginny in for a tight hug. Your hand rubbed along her back, soothing the young girl. She rubbed her eyes constantly, the redness only worsening. Pulling away, you rubbed the drops away from under Ginny’s eyes and gave her a small smile,

“No, he will. I just think he’s got all this stuff with ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’ on his mind… but even if he doesn’t, then he’s not the one. You’re an amazing person, Ginny. Any guy would be lucky to have you but you’re too young to be heartbroken over a little boy. I don’t want you wasting your time being sad about boys when you should be having fun with me and your friends!”

“You really mean that, Y/n?” Her eyes lit in hopefulness. Ginny had quickly become a little sister of sorts to you. Seeing her upset, hurt, mad, anything, you felt it too. Although Ginny was young, only thirteen. You didn’t want her ruining herself chasing after a boy who wasn’t able to give her the time and attention she deserved. Being friends with Harry, your judgement told you that the poor boy most likely didn’t even catch onto the fact Ginny fancied him.

Chosen one? Yes. Oblivious one? Also yes.

On the other side of the wall, Fred’s heart was basically goop from the exchange. He messed with his sister, sure, but she was still his baby sister and it meant the world to him to see you, his girlfriend, so kind, and sweet to Ginny.

“I would never lie to you, Ginny.” You promised her.

“I should go wash up before dinner, I’m sure I look a mess! I’ll see you then, okay? And… thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to have you around and I don’t know, it’s cool to have you as a friend.” She reached forward and gave you one last hug. You grinned at her and said,

“Of course, Ginny. It’s cool to have you as a friend as well.”

Fred smiled to himself. He never realized just how much his sister looked up to you and it made him feel prouder than ever to call you his.

Not long later, Ginny rushed off down the staircase heading back for her dorm room. It had been hours since she’d return so it didn’t seem like the best choice to go missing for hours then show up for dinner with a blotchy face from crying. She wasn’t up for the questions and prying. You waved goodbye to her then sat for a few moments by yourself in silence. Well, at least you had assumed you were alone.

Right as your body began sinking in relaxation into the step, an entering pair of footsteps caused your eyes to snap open. Emerging from the open hallway outside the stairwell was a particular adorning red head you had grown to love so much. Fred stepped in through the arch and grinned at you. You were surprised by his presence, you had yet to see him all day, having spent most of it comforting Ginny, so you were taken aback that he was able to find you.

“Freddie! How did you find me?” You jumped up with a grin and threw your arms around Fred’s neck. His knees pulled him down from the force and his hands wrapped around your waist, accepting the embrace fully. Chuckling loudly Fred joked,

“Ah, so you were hiding from me!”

You sent him a narrowed look and pointed towards the direction where Ginny had retreated.

“No, no, I wasn’t hiding. Your sister needed me so I decided to be with her. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your apology was cut short by the feeling of Fred’s plump lips kissing yours. He kept the kiss short and sweet, just wanting to taste your lips. He went almost the whole day not seeing you so he wasn’t able to resist for much longer. You kissed him back, a bit more forcefully than Fred. His lips danced against yours, the action of snogging being second nature among you two. Fred pulled away slowly, his lips staying close to yours. Your foreheads were leaning against each other, smiles plastered on both your lips.

“That was maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. You were so nice to Ginny, love. You didn’t need to do that.” He insisted in a whisper tone. Moving your forehead against his you explained,

“I wanted to, she’s my friend. I really care about her and… I don’t know, I’ve never had someone who looks up to me so, it’s kinda fun to know someone thinks I’m admirable.”

Glancing up, Fred’s eyes were already locked on yours. The warmth and homeiness of his honey pooled eyes pulled you in. Brown eyes never looked so perfect until you met Fred. Stepping up on your tiptoes, your hand secured itself along Fred’s jaw as you tugged him towards you. He parted his lips as you planted another kiss to his mouth. It was more of a peck, a tinny smooch leaving you to separate quickly. Leaning back into Fred’s arms, you basked in his hold. Never once did you ever feel exposed to danger when Fred had his arms clasped around you. It was impossible.

“That’s why I love you, you’re just perfect in every way. Everyday you find new ways to make me fall in love with you all over again...you’re too sweet, darling. Thank you for looking out for Ginny. It means a lot to me. Even if it means I have to share my time with you, which is just criminal, it does mean a lot.” His lips wasted no time scattering a mess of small, wet kisses along your face. No inch was left unkissed. You giggled wildly as he continued for a few moments. Planting one last kiss to your pursed lips, Fred stopped his attack and leaned back to smirk at you. Your laughter died out as you began to calm yourself. Smiling over to Fred, you reached for his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. “Of course, Freddie. I love you, babe.”

Lifting his hand, he rested his cheek on the skin of your hand. His face turned so he could press a faint peck to your hand, then he glanced up at you through his lashes.

“I love you too, darling. How bout we make up for all that lost time, hm?” That devilish, mischievous smirk you saw far too often had returned. Playing dumb you just chuckled,

“I was thinking the exact same thing, I was wanting some dinner too!”

“You know that wasn’t what-” You interrupted him, placing your pointer finger in the center of his lips creating a ‘shush’ gesture. He stared at you waiting for the next move. It was now you who held the bold smirk. You grasped Fred’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs so you could get to the Great Hall. His face fell in disappointment, clearly expecting a different turn of events. You didn’t leave him down for long when you batted your long lashes up at Fred and stated,

“Dinner first, then dessert after, okay?” It was the way you said it rather than the words themselves that did him in. That playful gleam that sparked in your eyes, he loved it.

Fred immediately felt his clothes, more specifically his trousers, turn tight at your words alone. He side eyed you as you skipped down the steps, unsure if you were the one teasing him now, or if you were being truthful. Narrowing his peer in seriousness, Fred tried to decipher the sickly sweet smirk on your lips. It wasn’t until you turned the tables, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it, that he realized you weren’t joking. Eagerness took over as Fred locked his hand even more securely around yours and sped up his pace to the Great Hall. “Anything you say, love.”

He practically chased you the whole way to the dinning hall, your loud laughter filling the silence in the air. Your friends chuckled when they saw you two running in. You guys never seemed happier and it made all they ecstatic to see their friends finding love with each other. George waved the two of you over having saved a spot next to him for both of you. Fred escorted you to the opening, his hand never leaving yours even when you sat. For the rest of the meal, Fred’s hand rotated between your hand and your thigh, but never left your skin. And when Ginny sat down and smiled over at you, engaging you in conversation, Fred just squeezed your hand with a small grin, and pretended not to listen in. From then on, Fred only interrupted your hangout sessions to join in, and surprisingly, Fred Weasley was a great gossiper.

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[starsforlupin]

I did (part 1)

Warning: Mention of pregnancy (mainly fluff)

Words: 3496

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Resting your chin on your hands, you shift uncomfortably in your seat and stare out the fogged up window of 12 Grimmauld place. Large dark clouds are slowly gathering in the sky and it won't be so long before it starts raining heavily.

Even the sky seems to miss Remus too.

If he was here next to you now, you would enjoy a silent afternoon and drink his favorite tea together while he held you in his arms.

But that's the problem. He's on a mission, again...

The book you've been trying to read is laid on your lap as your mind replays all your memories with him once more. From the first one that happened almost 2 years ago at Hogwarts until the most recent one...

4 weeks ago.

There he's standing, right in front of you with with his bag packed.

You try to stop the tears from appearing in your eyes. "Remus, can't you stay a bit longer? I'll be so lonely here without you."

"Shh, don't you cry, y/n. Just a month and I'll be back very soon. It's not that hard for my strong girl." He smiles soothingly while his fingers gently stroke your cheek.

'His strong girl' Your heart flutters at that.

All you can do is to just keep on looking into his eyes as he does the same. He hasn't left yet, but you're already missing him.

"How can you look at someone and miss them at the same time?" You finally say after a long pause, wrapping your hands around his neck.

He pulls you closer to him, whispering softly, "This is what I'm asking myself whenever I look at you too."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

He leans down and finally closes the gap between your bodies, kissing you softly.

"Moony?" Sirius shouts from downstairs, eager to attend his first mission. It causes you to reluctantly pull away.

"Coming." Remus replies shortly before focusing back on you.

"Take care of yourself and don't stay cooped up here missing me. Go to the Weasley's if you want. Molly will be more than pleased to have you there."

With one last peck on your lips, he closes the door and leaves with Sirius.

That was the last conversation you had with Remus. You still remember how you spent every single minute after the moment he left.

5 minutes without him had you sobbing and feeling empty.

4 days without him had you feeling tired for no reason and sleeping longer than usual.

5 days without him had you not answering Molly's letters. She had invited you to The Burrow many times, but you weren't feeling good.

6 days without him had you having headache and becoming weepy.

You thought it was only because you were missing Remus.

10 days without him had you throwing up for the first time. Molly had sent another letter, but you were afraid of what was happening to you.

Two weeks without him had you taking a pregnancy test.

Two weeks and and five minutes without him had you sobbing at the plus sign on the test.

It was unbelievable, but you had to hide it from everyone.

Three weeks without him had you taking a short walk outside and coming back with a potion to control your morning sickness. Wearing oversized sweaters to hide your growing belly was a good idea too.

Remus would be back in a week, but you were afraid of his reaction. You hadn't even announced your relationship to others yet.

A few days later, Molly had decided to finally visit 12 Grimmauld place along with Hermione, Ginny, Ron and the twins. Harry would join once Sirius came back.

"I was just anxious about my Auror training sessions." was your reason for not replying to the woman's letters.

Being pregnant was supposed to be undeniably incredible and full of joy for you, but all you had felt about it was fear and worry.

Summer was coming to an end very soon and you weren't prepared for anything. All you had done since their arrival was to lock yourself in the room and overthink everything. The less they saw you, the better.

It wasn't easy and you had tried countless times to talk with someone. Ginny? Not a good idea. She was worried about Harry most of the time. Molly? Never. She was like a mother figure to you, but you had to wait for Remus. Boys? No. Hermione? Well, she always seemed to have suspicions about it...

"You alright?" She asks as she places her sleeping cat, Crookshanks, on her bed.

You nod, yawning as you carry a stack of books out of your trunk.

Her gaze follows you around the room. It makes you even more nervous.

"Are you sure? Your face looks so pale, and you've been unusually sleepy most of the time. If you want, I can tell Mrs. Weasley. Maybe she'll be able to help out."

"NO. NO HERMIONE." books nearly slip out of your hand and you uncontrollably raise your voice, but then compose yourself and continue.

"I, I mean... It's nothing important. I'm trying to get as much sleep as I can before starting training sessions. Yeah. That's it. You know how hard it is to become an Auror, especially at these times. I guess summertime sadness has gotten into me too."

That's not even a convincing reason for yourself. Like damn. Girl, aren't you sad whenever Remus isn't around?

"What's this for?" She points at the small potion bottle you've been drinking the past few days and brings it up to examine the liquid inside of it.

You feel the urge to snatch it out of her hand, but stop yourself from doing something stupid, "For my headaches."

"Alright." She puts it back on the nightstand and gives you a don't-try-i-don't-believe-you look at first, but then smiles gently and walks out of the room, leaving you with your thoughts about what to do with the new situation.

You snap out of your thoughts as someone knocks on the door. You notice the book on your lap has fallen on the floor and hurriedly reach down to pick it up. It's raining now.

"Come in."

"y/n, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." Hermione calls from the doorway.

You keep your gaze on the book, pretending to be focused on it.

"Uhm. I'll be downstairs once I finish this page."

From the corner of your eyes, you see some movements until she approaches you and sits on the ledge of the window. "You sure? You're holding it upside down."

"Oh right." you chuckle awkwardly, "It just fell down and I picked it right before you came in. I didn't notice."

'Embarrassing. Really embarrassing.'

She nods and stands up to leave the room, obviously not convinced with your reasons. When she reaches the door, she seems to remember something.

"y/n? I- oh never mind."

You close the book and finally look up at her curiously. "Say it already, Hermione."

She looks around the room for a few seconds before turning her gaze back on you.

"I just wanted to say that you... You two look so good together. I've seen the way you look at each other. You know you can talk to me whenever you want."

Your eyes widen and you stand up to make your way towards her.

"Wait, what do you mean? Who?" You ask surprisedly, although you already know the answer.

"You know what I mea-" She begins, but Fred and George suddenly show up on either side of you, causing you to gasp in shock. They just like apparating everywhere and freaking everyone out.

Not saying anything, they kiss your cheeks and take both your hands, dragging you out of the room without letting Hermione finish her sentence. Not to mention her words make you forget about drinking the potion before walking around Molly.

That's when the troubles begin...

"Mum is fuming." Ginny says from your side once you settle on a chair around the table. Hermione who was following shortly behind, finds a seat next to you and in front of Ron.

"Why?" You ask, trying to ignore the fact that a feeling of nausea is settling in your stomach at the smell of food all around the kitchen.

She shakes her head and motions towards the twins. "Another prank. Worse than before. Mum had to prepare dinner all over again."

You shrug and let your eyes wander around as you try to focus on anything else to forget about yourself. Fred and George are sitting across from you, chatting together and every few seconds glacing up at their mum. Horror is visible in both their expressions.

On the other side of the room, Molly looks like she's about to burst at any second. Poor woman hasn't seen Arthur for weeks now. It must be so stressful.

'Just make it out of here alive.' You think to yourself.

Ron who's sitting next to Fred, is hungry as always, but manages to sneak a few looks at Hermione to make her blush. The sight makes you smile.

It's all good and fun until a plate is placed on the table in front of you.

As soon as the strong smell of chicken hits your nostrils, another wave of nausea strikes, causing you to jump on your feet and race off to find the nearest toilet and throwing up in it.

Miserable. Today can't get worse.

But it can...

With an empty stomach and slightly sour throat, you lazily drag yourself out of the bathroom after 4 or 5 minutes and decide to skip the dinner to get some rest.

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley. I don't feel good tonight. I might just go and get some res-."

But what you hear stops you dead in the tracks and your mouth hangs open.

"She must be carrying a baby." Ginny says as a joke. She had seen you throwing up once in the morning, but the confused look on Molly's face says it's everything but a joke. You immediately recognize that displeased expression.

"True. I guess so too." Hermione replies in her own thoughts.

"WHAT?" Molly asks with slightly narrowed eyes. She probably wants to make sure she heard it right. You still stand there frozen.

The room falls in silence and everyone stares at Hermione. That's only when she realizes that others have heard her.

"Noth- nothing."

Molly puts the knife in her hand back on the plate and points at the exit door. "Boys, upstairs."

Ron groans with a full mouth "We're not finished yet mum-"

"Upstairs, NOW. Take your plates with you."

Your hands start getting cold and knees go weak for a moment. You can't understand if she's talking so loudly or your emotions are just running high.

"But," The twins want to protest, but she glares at them sharply, "Well right. Let's go then." They smile at you apologetically and stand up.

Eventually the three ginger boys give up and shuffle out, leaving you with their furious mum.

'You had to make it out alive.'

"y/n, can you sit here for a moment?" She calls for you in a stern voice, causing your heart to beat a thousand times faster.

You wearily drag your feet to the table and sit back on your chair, making sure to push the plate away so its smell doesn't take you back to the toilet again.

"Ginny, repeat yourself again."

"I was just joking." She shrugs it off.

Not getting an answer from her, the woman huffs and turns her focus back on you. You can feel how her eyes are boring into you. "y/n, dear, it's not true. Is it? Are you pregnant?"

You just look down and fiddle with your fingers, not daring to say anything, which confirms her suspicions.

The tone of her voice rises by each passing second. "In the middle of a war? Do you know how dangerous it is? Are you out of your mind?"

"Mum please leave her be." Ginny tries to sooth you as she wraps an arm around your shoulder. Hermione takes one of your hands in hers, squeezing it comfortingly.

Molly just ignores her daughter. "But who?"

You hopelessly bite the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from forming in your eyes. There's no way you can tell her about him.

'Keep your shit together. Don't cry. Don't cry.'

Just when you start thinking about different options, the situation gets even worse. You hear footsteps coming from the hallway outside the kitchen.

A chill runs down your spine when Remus' voice echoes in the doorway. Tears blur your vision and finally run down your cheeks as you stare at the two men getting closer while they talk together.

Both of them are drenched from the heavy rain.

"Not too bad for your first mission, padfoot."

Remus pulls his wand out of his robes when they reach the room. You immediately look down to hide your face from him, but Sirius has noticed it.

"That was a real nasty deatheater, I must admi- oh y/n? We know you missed us way too much, but there's no need to cry."

In a normal situation you would smile at him, but now you let out a sob.

He pulls out a chair and flops down on it while Remus wordlessly flicks his wand to dry up both of them. You can feel his eyes on you.

"What's happening here?" Sirius asks Hermione who is the nearest to him around the table.

Ginny stands up shortly to fill two plates since Molly isn't in her right mind now.

All you want is to find a way to get out of there, but your feet are just stuck to the ground.

"Well, y/n is having a baby."

Something falls down with a bang and you don't need to lift your head to see that it's Remus' wand. The words linger in the air, causing blood to rush to your face at the mention of your name.

Sirius leans forward, "Really? A baby chicken for dinner?"

Another failed joke.

"SIRIUS." Molly finally snaps, rising to her feet.

Remus stands there right behind Sirius. The shock has apparently robbed him off speech. Your heart sinks for him as your knees start shaking even more.

The long-haired man exchanges a few looks with Hermione.

One or two minutes pass in silence. Right when Molly opens her mouth to say something, Sirius begins to speak in a calm tone.

"Who's got you pregnant, y/n? Give us a name and we'll thank him lat-" He pauses for a moment, probably receiving a warning look from the ginger woman.

"I mean, we'll beat him up for you."

The girls giggle silently at his remark while Molly keeps dramatically moving her hands as she paces the room. Your head aches from looking down too much, but you don't dare to look at Remus. He probably hates you now.

Someone seems to sense your discomfort.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot a white handkerchief appearing from under the table and floating towards you until it lands on your lap.

A small note is enchanted on it which disappears right after you read it.

You lift your head to see Sirius nodding and giving you a reassuring smile.

You wipe your cheeks with it and return the smile weakly as more tears brim in your eyes. This time happy ones. When did he do that? That's just a small note, but it warms your heart a bit. It means he's fine with what has happened and your relationship with Remus. He hadn't said anything up until now, but it's the best timing.

He understands Remus is a bit shocked about the news and you need support right now. Anyway, the way Remus is gripping the frame of Sirius' chair and his knuckles have gone white doesn't go unnoticed by you.

The furious woman snaps again, drawing everyone's attention back to herself "Who in the hell has got you pregnant?"

Sirius rolls his eyes, "Careful Molly. Give her a rest."

Your mind comes up with different answers. If Remus doesn't want to say something, you'll have to fake it.

Everyone is so focused on the topic that they don't ask why in the hell he isn't moving at all. He's just staring at somewhere in the space. Finally deciding that she's not going to give up, you begin, "Some guy at-" but someone cuts you off.

"I did." Says Remus in a low tone. His voice is warningly calm.

Your heart skip a beat.

"Naughty moony. Finally." Sirius mumbles quietly with a sly grin on his face as he leans back in his chair, taking a sip from his drink as he watches the shocked woman on the other side of the table.

She watches Remus in bewilderment. "What?"

"I DID. you heard it right."

Sirius begins to stand up to probably hug him, but decides against it. No congratulations for now. Remus can be so unpredictable sometimes.

"But... You can't be serious?"

Sirius puts a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt by what she's just said. "Took you too long to figure it out. He definitely isn't me. I'm Sirius. He's Remus."

His attempts to make a joke fail again. Remus looks like he's about to punch someone or break something now.

Remus ignores him entirely and snaps back at Molly as he slams a fist on the table.

It gives you a sudden jolt even though you're not seeing him. He was literally silent before starting a storm.

His voice is filled with rage by now. "Yes I can, AND I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" He raises his eyebrows, pausing shortly and waiting expectantly for her to say something.

That's a challenge. You can bet your life Molly has never seen this side of Remus. She opens her mouth a few times to say something, but no words come out.

"NOTHING." Remus finishes with a sneer.

He would rarely show this side of himself. He's not the type to argue with someone, especially Molly. She's always been so kind and you know she's worried about your health, but you can't deny that she's unbearably angry tonight and with your emotions running high, it easily makes you cry.

'The argument is about to get worse.'

Suddenly it feels like you can't physically be there anymore. Watching the man you're in love with so tensed up, causes more tears to fill your eyes as your head starts aching badly.

Not wanting to hear any of their arguments anymore, You leap up to your feet and hurry out of the kitchen, nearly stumbling as you rush up the stairs.

They briefly stop arguing as you hurry out of the room. Hermione attempts to join you, but you shake your head on the way, indicating that you need some alone time.

She sits back in the chair.

However the conversation doesn't falter after they make sure you're out of view. Instead, it gets heated even more and you hate it when you're the topic of their fight.

Sirius struggles to keep his voice low by now. "Molly. Out of everyone here, you should know better to not stress her out..."

"I had to know it earlier..."

"She would've told you, if you had asked nicely..."

"Are you relieved now? If something happens to my y/n..."

The voices get lower and lower with each step you take.

As you finally reach the door of your shared room with girls, you shut the door behind you and make sure to put a silencing charm in the room to muffle all the sounds that come from downstairs.

First thing you do is to grab the potion and drink it up, along with a piece of chocolate to give you some energy.

Then you walk towards the window and open it with your wand. Curling up on the ledge of it, you inhale deeply and let the fresh earthy air fill your lungs and take away all your worries. At least for now.

It's a lovely sight. The rain has stopped by now. Moony is back and moon is back in the sky. Your hair flows in the light breeze as you start overthinking again.

'He hates me now.'

'But he defended me.'

Minutes pass and you lose track of time. Many different ideas and decisions attack your mind.

From your midnight talks with Remus, you had concluded that he liked kids, but was afraid of having one. (due to his condition.) You should probably be ready for another argument later.

You're so deep in thoughts that you don't notice when or who opens the door and approaches you from behind until a blanket is wrapped around your body...

Part 2 is here

#wattpad #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #professor lupin #moonytheprofessor #harry potter #fluff oneshot #sirius black #molly weasley #hermione granger

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do you have any hinny fic recs??? i trust your opinion so much 😅😅 btw i’m sorry if you have a masterlist or a post addressing this but i’m on mobile 😩 can’t wait for the next chapter of the in betweens !!!!!

I’m flattered that you would ask! 💙

In all honesty, I may not be the best resource. I wish I could be more helpful! I’ve only just skimmed the surface of Hinny fanfiction compared to most. Although I have a deep appreciation for all Hinny writers everywhere, I also have a highly specific view of both characters as individuals and their relationship.

The stories that changed the fabric of my very soul are below:

My HP fan cycle these past few years has been 1) Re-read canon 2) Need more, re-read most of FloreatCastullum’s work 3) Be inspired 4) Write my own drabbles 5) Run out of time and need to refocus on school and work. 

Most of my head canons, WIPs and other ideas have been directly inspired by Flo's stories and missing moments (I nearly died dead when she commented on my story. It was honestly as though JKR herself had read it). 

Ginny Weasley and the Half Blood Prince was another one that I devoured in grad school. Did I get a lower grade on my final exams and assignments that term because of that? 1000%, and it was worth it!

After reading Orchards by Whinlatter earlier this year, I decided to try publishing something of my own. After that, most of my time has been writing TIBs. I gobbled up Takearisk’s current WIPs one wonderful week this summer and LOVED every minute.

I think we can also expect great things from Hinny in GinFizz’s WIPs.

One of my goals is to be a better fandom member and read more stories (particularly annerb's series). Although my TBR list is growing, I'm currently hunkered down and determined to focus on TIBs and *beyond*!

Thanks again for the ask!

#the in betweens #chapter 23 out soon 👀 #writers asks #hinny #A light in dark places

[chudleycanonficfest]

Hide and Seek

Day 6, Story #1 is by @adenei

Title: Hide and Seek

Author: adenei

Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley

Prompt: Babysitting

Rating: PG

TW: Mild Language

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“Don’t let them stay up too late,” Ginny reminds him as she opens the front door.

“And send us a Patronus if anything goes wrong. We’ll be here in an instant,” Hermione adds fretfully.

“Oi, ‘Mione, really? They’re not babies anymore!”

“Let’s go, or we’re going to miss our Portkey.”

Teddy laughs at the interaction. Of all the adults, it’s Harry who’s pressing them about tardiness. The foursome are headed on a weekend getaway, staying at the Delacours’ beachside cottage for three nights. James was shipped off to George and Angelina’s, while Rose opted to go to Percy and Audrey’s, so Teddy’s charges only include Albus, Hugo, and Lily.

“Everything’s going to be fine. I’ve got this! And if I don’t, I can think of at least five other Weasleys to call. Maybe even a Malfoy if I’m desperate.”

“That’s not funny, Lupin,” Ron warns as Ginny swats him upside the head.

“But if Scorpius does ask for Albus to go over for an afternoon, it’s fine!”

“Noted. Go enjoy your weekend!” 

Teddy half shoves them out the door this time as he shuts and locks it behind them. The kids are out back playing in the garden, so Teddy goes out to join them. He’s chuffed that Harry and Ginny trust him enough to watch Al and Lily for the weekend. Plus, Ron and Hermione added Hugo to the mix. Normally, they’d be shipped off to the Burrow to stay with Molly and Arthur, but since it’s only a long weekend, and the kids are ten and twelve now, Teddy Lupin, a recent Hogwarts graduate, has been bestowed the responsibility. 

He’s always been the mature older ‘sibling’—well, he counts himself as a sibling or cousin to all the Weasleys, but he’s not blood-related. Harry and Ginny half raised him, though, so he’s just as much a part of the family as any of the kids. Heck, maybe someday he’d officially be part of the family. 

No, it’s too early to be having those thoughts.

But there’s one person who makes him happier than anything to know he’s not related to the Weasleys by blood. Victoire, his best friend and girlfriend. As Teddy sits back and gets comfortable on a patio chair, he lets his mind wander to spring afternoons spent by the lake as he observes the kids playing on the muggle swingset Harry insisted on putting together years ago.

“Who knew a giant Muggle toy would get so much use?”

Teddy jumps at the sound of a voice he’s not expecting.

“Vic! What are you doing here? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but…”

She laughs as Teddy backtracks. The sound is music to his ears, soft and lyrical, and something he’ll never tire of. Making her laugh is something he’s striven to do ever since they were young. When she fell off her toy broom, he made his hair change colors at a rapid pace in an attempt to make her giggle, and then there was the time she broke up with her first boyfriend during her fourth year, when he’d used the Jelly Legs Jinx on the bloke’s legs while he walked over a patch of ice. Victoire’s laugh has always been the fuel that set his heart on fire.

“Well, you said you had to babysit this weekend, and I thought I might come over and help entertain my cousins,” she explains as she pulls up a chair next to him.

“Yeah, but the adults have only just left! You don’t think I can keep the kids alive on my own for more than an hour?”

“Of course, I do!” She slides her hand in his while waiting for a beat, “especially since James isn’t here.”

“Oh, I see how it is! James isn’t that bad.”

“No, he’s not. He just likes mischief. It’s a common Weasley trait.”

“And a Potter one, too, if I’m not mistaken. Harry and Ginny never stood a chance, especially after naming him after Harry’s dad and godfather.”

“True. When I have kids, they won’t be named after anyone. They deserve to have their own unique names.”

Teddy offers a sad smile at Victoire’s words. He’s named after his dad and granddad and doesn’t mind all that much, but he sees where Victoire is coming from, what with being named after a bloody war for Merlin’s sake.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted on entering this world on the second of May, then. I mean, come on, Vic, of all the days!”

“Oh, sod off, Lupin,” she feigns seriousness while her eyes shine with mirth.

“I do agree with you, though. There’s enough people in this family who’re named after somebody else. I don’t mind it, but I do like the concept of original names. Though, I do think we’re a ways off from baby name talk, don’t you?”

He can’t help but lighten the mood. Teddy’s sure she means nothing by the comment and is just thinking out loud, but something still possesses him to weave it into their future. Perhaps it’s to gauge her thoughts in a casual manner?

“Probably, but it’s fun to talk about, isn’t it? I mean, it’s not like we’re actually picking names or anything.”

“Or determining how many kids we’re going to have…”

“Which would absolutely be—”

“Two!” they both say at the same time.

It’s really more of an inside joke, with Teddy witnessing firsthand the chaos that is the Potter household with three kids, and Victoire being the oldest of three. And yet, there’s some truth laced into their lighthearted conversation.

“See?” Victoire says as she leans in close, “This is why we’re good together.”

She plants a kiss on his cheek at the exact wrong moment because that’s when Hugo shouts,

“Victoire! Look, guys! Vic’s here!”

“Oops,” she whispers bashfully in his ears.

So far, they’ve managed to keep their relationship a secret from the family, but it looks like that’s about to end sooner rather than later. Of course, Harry and Ginny know, and Vic told Bill and Fleur when she came home at the end of term, but the cousins were still blissfully unaware… until now.

The three kids run over to Vic and Teddy, and Lily eyes them with curiosity. “Teddy, why did Vic just kiss you on the cheek?”

There are a multitude of different answers Teddy could choose from. ‘No reason’, ‘don’t worry about it’, ‘it’s nothing’, but instead he opts for, “Why do you think, Lils?”

Her eyes grow wider than her small face allows, and a wide O forms on her lips. “Are you two… together?” she whispers.

Teddy and Vic share a look. They both know the secret’s out now.

“Yeah, Lils, we are,” Teddy admits as he holds up the hand that’s still intertwined with Vic’s.

If there weren’t wards in place, Teddy’s sure that Lily’s shriek of delight could have been heard for miles. Albus and Hugo, on the other hand, seemed disinterested in the whole ordeal.

“Can we play hide and seek or something?” Albus asked once Lily was done reacting to the news.

Point in case.

“Wait, who else knows?” Hugo interrupts Albus’s question and bringing the focus back on Teddy and Vic.

“Of all the cousins? Only you three,” Vic answers.

“Only us?” Lily gasps.

“Not even James?” Albus eyes Teddy curiously.

“Not even James,” Teddy confirms. “Tell you what, we can go play hide and seek now, but what about an even better game?”

All three look on expectantly, waiting for Teddy’s proposition.

“What if we play, ‘let’s see how long it takes James to figure out Vic and I are dating’? We can all place bets, and I’ll take whoever guesses the closest date out for ice cream.”

Vic flashes him a knowing smile as the kids contemplate his offer.

“I’m in,” Lily says without thinking it through.

“Me too,” Hugo agrees.

“But that means we’ll have to keep it a secret,” Albus realizes.

He’s much more intuitive at eleven than Teddy ever dreamed of being.

“Yeah. Everyone else has to find out on their own, which means you can’t tell anyone.”

Lily and Hugo both nod in agreement, and after a bit more pondering, Albus agrees.

“Okay, but can we pick dates later? I want to play!”

Ted and Vic both laugh as Teddy offers to count to twenty. He closes his eyes and makes a big show of counting while Vic remains at his side.

“Nice one.”

“Thanks,” he responds in between shouting numbers. “I figure James is thick enough that we’ll get at least a couple more weeks out of him. He is Harry’s son, after all...”

Not only did they get a couple of weeks out of the deal, but the rest of the summer. It wasn’t until September first when James caught them snogging behind a pillar on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and ran to announce it to the world that the couple knew the jig was up. 

“Looks like I owe Al a trip to Fortescue’s next time I see him.”

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #teddy x victoire #tedoire

[sonybees]

under the moonlight ; george weasley

george weasley x ravenclaw!reader

word count: 2,451

summary: applying lipgloss and clipping butterfly clips into your best friends hair. that’s cute. wonder what it would lead to.

warnings: kissing/making out, maybe a few swear words, lack of capitalization, probably grammar mistakes and nothing else i can think of. let me know if i should add any :)

a/n: i tried to make this fic have a gender neutral reader so let me know if i got it wrong at one point. i did not proof read this, i am so sorrydbnd. i would also love to hear some feedback! i really hope you enjoy!

“georgie, stay still.” you said in a jokingly frustrated manner. the story of how you ended up sitting on your bed, in front of your best friend, the person you were deeply in love with and putting some lipgloss on his lips? let’s just say you were bored. all your dorm mates were out, and someone came in just in time. you were honestly very surprised when he agreed but very glad.

“you know i can’t ever stay still.” he started moving around, trying to get comfortable on the bed. “blimey, this is so weird. why does it feel like that?” you chuckled about how adorable he is. you thought about how much you want to cuddle up to him, kiss his soft lips, trail your hands down on his soft skin. you wanted to hold him like he was the most precious thing in the world. well, he is to you. but you knew you couldn’t do any of that. he would never feel the same.

“it feels like what?” you said, chuckles present.

“it’s.” he trailed off and frantically made hand gestures, trying to think of a word for this odd feeling on his lips. “gooey. i don’t know. it’s just weird.” you chuckle again and finally put the tube down.

“now, smack your lips.”

“wait what? smack them? how the bloody hell am i supposed to do that?” he said, genuinely confused. you just laughed and said,

“do this.” you smacked your lips, trying to show him how to do it. he tried to do so but ended up looking like a quacking duck. you broke down to a fit of laughter when george tried to do the same.

“what? i did what you showed me.” he pouted as you let out a little giggle.

“nothing.”

“nothing? nothing, huh?” you shook your head, trying to hold back a laugh as he narrowed his eyes on you. he looked so stupid trying it. still very attractive though. surprisingly, he just kept quiet and let it go.

“do you really wear this everyday?”

“no. only when i want to.”

“which is, everyday?”

“huh, yeah.” you smiled, barely remembering picking up the said tube every morning. you just smiled to yourself but then you realized,

“wait, how’d you know i wear lipgloss everyday? i don’t remember telling you about it ‘til now.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“it’s not easy to miss. your lips are always glossy and shining under the lights.” he said so easily like he thought about it everyday. you were a bit taken aback. but in a good way. he noticed you. he noticed your lips. you were suprised but it made your heart melt. little did you know, he always observed you and your beautiful features like you were an expensive artwork. but you didn’t know that, you were oblivious.

“that’s cute.”

“you think i’m cute?”

“what? no, i said ‘that’s cute’ not ‘you’re cute’.” you replied with a slight panic in your voice. you watched george smirk which led to you getting all flustered, looking everywhere but his face. this cheeky bastard.

“yeah, alright.” oh my, that smirk. you thought you could collapse underneath his stare. you playfully rolled your eyes as an attempt to cover your flustered state and moved on. you stood up to your drawer, putting the tube back in and pulled out a little pouch full of colorful little plastic clips that are wonderfully shaped like butterflies.

“what’s that?” george asked as you sat back down in front of him.

“hair clips.” you looked up at george who was wearing a befuddled expression. “you clip it to your hair. kind of like decorating a Christmas tree but the tree’s your hair.” you explained in an odd but simple way, hoping that you wouldn’t have to explain any further.

“oh, right. i know now. ginny wears those sometimes. wait, are you gonna be putting that on my hair?”

“well, yeah. if you want me to.” you answered, making sure he’s alright with it. he thought about it for a few moments.

“well, sure why not. you seem excited about it so i bet i’ll look pretty.” he said, flipping his long red hair over his shoulder. you laughed at this and continued to open up the pouch. you scooched over to george’s back and grabbed a small tuft from the left side of his soft hair, dividing it into three equal bunches. you overlapped each of the bunches of hair over each other carefully, trying not to hurt the boy in front of you. you created a beautiful loose braid that was small enough to be clipped in with the mini butterflies. you cautiously grabbed the braid, careful not to break it and grabbed a clip while doing so. you held it right on the middle of the backside of his head and secured it with the clip. you were pretty proud of it, not gonna lie.

“are you done yet?” george asked, impatient as always.

“not yet, just hold on.” george groaned playfully as you gathered a tuft of hair from the right side and repeated the process. the tip of your tongue was out due to you concentrating, not wanting to mess this up. sticking your tongue out while you were concentrating was another thing george always noticed about you. he found it absolutely precious but he didn’t say a word about it.

after you braided the right bunch, you held it near the other braid and clipped it tightly.

“ow!” george squealed as he felt the clip against his scalp and the way his head tightened.

“oh! i’m so sorry.” you said as you took it out and held it back in more loosely.

“is that good now?”

“yeah, it’s good. okay, can i see now?”

“no, i’m not yet done.”

“merlin, how long will this take?”

“just wait a few more minutes. it didn’t even take that long.”

“yeah, right. well it felt like hours.”

“no it didn’t.”

“yes, it did.” both of you exchanged an unneeded playful banter over something so ridiculous but this was quite normal for you two.

“alright, shut up. i’m trying to finish this.”

“alright, fine.” you could hear his playful pout through his words.

you collected a few of the clips on your one hand, picking up the ones you were going to use with the other. you grabbed one and secured it near the braid and did this again and again all over his hair. soon enough, his hair was filled with so many colors of fascinating butterflies and you loved it. it was so pretty and colorful. you stood up and went in front of george to adjust the little strands of hair that was on his face. george just sat there, a bit confused but with a huge smile on his face as he saw how focused you were. he found you stunning.

“merlin, you’re beautiful.” he whispered suddenly under his breath but even if he didn’t want it to be, it was loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you asked, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks. you heard the words he said very clearly, you were just in disbelief. did i hear that right? did he just call me beautiful? i mean he has done that before but this seemed- i don’t know, sincere. these thoughts have been running through your head. does he like me back? no, he’s probably just being nice. right?

“er- the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” he stumbled with his words a bit, contemplating whether or not to tell you what he actually thought.

“oh- yeah, it always does.” you answered, a bit disappointed and bemused. you thought you heard him right the first time but you figured it was just your mind messing with you. trying to make you happy and distract you from the fact that he will never like you back. that’s what you thought. you tried your best to brush all of this off but it wasn’t exactly working.

“well, we’re done.”

“finally, that took forever.”

“please don’t start this again.” he chuckled as you said this to him, sighing.

“yeah, yeah alright. i won’t.” he smiled at you and examined your face for a while. your features were refined under the shine of the moonlight that reflected through the open window. you did the same to him, staring at his chocolate brown eyes that glimmered so gracefully. you swore that you felt the space between you two grow smaller and you weren’t against it but you suddenly became aware of what you were doing and decided to snap out of it.

“anyways, c’mon. let’s go look in the mirror.” you stood up and held your hand out, gesturing for him to hold on to it. he abruptly broke out of his trance and grabbed it as he let you carry him up. you then lead him to the mirror in your dorm which was right next to the large bronze arch window. he looked at the mirror and smiled.

“wow, i look cute.” you laughed at this and looked at him though the mirror. he did look cute. so cute. you noticed a strand of his hair standing up so you reached out to it and straightened it out. it was george’s turn to look at you in the mirror. he thought that the way you did everything gently was so telling to your personality. you may be a fierce person but you had a good heart. you stood up against anything that you knew was wrong and you stayed loyal to your loved ones. even though you’re all of these, you were very kind and caring. you had a soft spot. specifically for george.

he turned his head towards you and stared at you. you looked back at him confused.

“what?” you chuckled quite nervously, starting to get self-conscious. you thought there was something on your face so you put your hand up to it and felt around.

“no, don’t do that. there’s nothing on your face.” he said calmly, grabbing your hand away from your face softly.

“then why are you staring at me like that?”

“because.” he hesitated a bit but decided that his feelings were kept for way too long and that now was the chance. “you look gorgeous.”

you thought you were surprised when you misheard that from him earlier but now, you really were. though, you still felt as if he was just being nice to you after you fixed his hair up for him. you decided to act calm and ‘play his little game’.

“thank you, georgie. you look dazzling as well.” you laughed as you turned around to head back to your bed.

“no, y/n. i’m serious.” he said to you, wanting you to listen carefully. serious? what does he mean by serious? you heard him take a deep breath before saying,

“look, okay. y/n, i have liked you ever since i first met you.” you were taken aback. were you hearing this right? if it was another trick your brain was playing on you, you didn’t like it. you’ve had enough of its little lies. but it wasn’t a lie. your brain didn’t make it up. it was true.

“when i first saw you on that train, i thought that you were the most beautiful being that i’ve ever seen walk on this earth. i always thought that you were perfect. i mean, you are so amazing, how could anyone not like you? but when you defended fred and i when we did that prank and when you did it again and again, i knew i was in love with you.” george said with so much passion and sincerity. you stood there in shock, trying to process what you just heard.

“i know it all came so suddenly but i’ve felt that way for a long time now and i just needed to take it off my chest.” you looked at him and smiled. so wide that your cheeks were hurting.

“i love you too, georgie. ever since you helped me on that charms homework that i stressed so much about.” you finally spit it out. you were proud of yourself. and george was pleasantly surprised.

“really?”

“yeah.” you both chuckled at your obliviousness. the thing you both feared the most from happening didn’t happen. you were filled with joy at that moment. that was until he grabbed your hand and walked closer to you. you knew what was gonna happen and of course, you were happy about it but you were nervous. he leaned closer to you to the point where your foreheads touched.

“can i kiss you?” he wanted to make sure that you were okay with it. and you were. you took a deep breath in,

“yes.” that was when you felt your lips touch one another’s. it was that moment when you felt like you were in heaven. like it wasn’t real. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. your lips moved together slowly and fireworks erupted in your heart. you felt butterflies in your stomach. you could taste the strawberry flavor of the lipgloss as you kissed him. you continued doing so with so much love that you didn’t hear the door open.

“oh, dear. sorry for disturbing you.”

“yeah, we’ll just give you privacy.” said two very familiar voices. this caught both you and george in surprise, breaking off the kiss.

“luna, padma, cho. i’m so sorry.” you apologized, feeling shy around your dorm mates for the first time in a while.

“oh, no. it’s alright. it’s our fault.” padma said, slightly smirking.

“we’re happy for you, though!” luna replied in her soft and soothing voice that you loved. both you and george just smiled sheepishly.

“anyways, we’ll get on going.” cho said, breaking off the tension. as your beloved dorm mates left the room, padma winked at you as the others giggled.

“that was interesting.” george smiled.

“yeah.” you bowed your head down trying to hide the clear embarrassment on your face. george lifted your chin and grabbed your face softly, kissing you one more time.

“jeez, do you already miss my lips?”

“i’m gonna be completely honest, yeah. they taste good.” you laughed loudly at this.

“yours did as well. it was probably just the lipgloss.”

“oh, yeah. right, forgot i was still wearing that.”you both laughed and kissed one last time before happily walking out your dorm hand in hand. needless to say, this relationship is the cutest and most chaotic thing anyone at hogwarts has ever seen.

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ending a/n: yay!! i finally finished this fic. it’s very simple concept but i loved it ‘cause it was adorable. i really hope you enjoyed and i hope that you have a great day! mwah!

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Falling // G.W. (celebration fic)

Request: George and *gasp* there is only one bed AU?? Pls? 🥺 - @acciotwinz

A/N: This is also inspired by the made up fic title that the ever so talented @theweasleysredhair sent in to me. This is a no Voldemort AU which also has the chance of becoming a two parter, who knows? I hope you like!!

Summary: A timeline of your love for George Weasley.

Warnings: teenage angst but overloaded with fluff 

Word count: 4.1k

First Year:

Rushing through the corridors, late for Potions is not how you wanted to start your day, but it seemed like there was to be no luck for you this morning.

Having woken late, you had rushed getting dressed and forgot your bag as you raced from your bedroom, having to double back to get it. By that time, breakfast had almost finished so you threw back a piece of cold toast slathered with raspberry jam before necking a glass of orange juice and sprinting from the Great Hall.

Turning onto the corridor in which Snape’s classroom is located, you run straight into someone. The force of hitting them, you fall onto your bum and the person you ran into is pitched forwards, caught luckily by their friend.

They turn quickly; their eyes dropping to your figure on the floor, ready to start shouting. However, it seems their argument dies at the same time. Your eyes widen as you realise who you’ve run into: Fred and George Weasley. The latter rubbing their shoulder where your face had been only moments ago.

“Merlin,” You stutter, “I am so sorry, I was rushing, and I didn’t see you there.”

His twin, Fred you think, covers his mouth politely as he laughs. George elbows him as he smiles at you. “No harm, no foul,” George reassures.

You release a long sigh; unaware just how on edge you felt around the twins already making themselves a name larger than the Marauders who once roamed these very halls. You smile sheepishly at the redhead, already a few inches taller than you despite being the same age, and gesture to the now empty corridor, “I guess I better get going to class. I don’t want to be late – Snape will have my head if I am.”

George nods his head, “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you around then.”

You turn away from him; hoisting your bag further up your shoulder, “I’ll see you around, George.”

Second Year:

“(Y/N),” A humour filled voice calls out from behind you.

Turning, you come face to face with George Weasley. You startle slightly; not having spoken much to the twin since you had run into him through your first year. A conversation would be had every now and then, but it mainly consisted of group work with other students in attendance.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you greet the redhead. He smiles at you politely before gesturing to the empty seat next to you, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but why aren’t you sitting next to Fred?”

George smiles at you gratefully as he sits down next to you, “They’ve split us into different Herbology classes.”

You grin at his answer, “Do I want to know why?”

He shakes his head; opening his notebook and reaching into his bag for his quill. “Probably not, but I’m not too bothered.”

“You aren’t?”

George shakes his head once more, shrugging his shoulders, “I get to sit next to you.”

You turn your eyes from him quickly; not expecting an answer like that. He laughs lightly as he notes down the date and aim for this lesson. “I think we’re going to be good friends, (Y/N).”

Third Year:

Your Third Year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry starts a little differently to your last two. For starters, you don’t sit with your usual friends. Instead, you wave to them from the platform at Kings Cross before joining Fred and George as they wait for you with their younger brother, Ron, in tow.

Your friendship with the twins developed quickly after that first Herbology lesson with George. He had carried on talking to you after the class; walking you to your next one without complaint and then meeting you later with Fred.

Warming to them both, you couldn’t help but feel closer to George. He had a knack for knowing exactly what you were thinking and feeling at any given moment; able to pull you from stressing too much over essays. He always seemed to be there too; for you to talk to, for you to unload your worries on to.

The friendship was something you already cherished; it bringing out a more playful side to you that you could no longer ignore in their presence. Whenever you could, you would lend an ear to their plans for pranks – offering your opinion over where best to throw a dungbomb in order to affect the most people.

Third Year did not start the same as your first and second year; this year you felt surer of yourself, felt happier with the person you were becoming. You had George to thank for that.

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“Ron!” You call out; grabbing the attention of the youngest Weasley boy. His ears turn red with unwanted attention, and you can’t help but take glee in it. “How are you?” You ask, “Are you settling in okay? And this must be Harry?”

If possible, Ron blushes harder. He nods before finding his voice, “I’m okay. I’m settling in fine; you sound like my mum (Y/N). Yes, this is Harry.”

You smile widely at the messy haired boy before turning your attention back to Ron. “Your mother is an angel, Ron, so I’m taking that as a compliment. Who else would send me a hand-knitted jumper for Christmas?”

Ron snorts, “What’s up, (Y/N)?”

“Have you seen your brother at all?” You ask; eyes scanning for George amongst the growing crowd of students making their way to their next class.

Ron raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”

You fix him with a flat stare; unimpressed with the sass coming from the eleven year old boy. “George. I’m looking for George,” You state for clarity’s sake.

Ron shakes his head, “We saw him at breakfast, but I haven’t seen him since. Have you, Harry?”

Harry shakes his head too. “Have you checked the library?” He offers in kindness.

You bite your lip; wondering about the ever so slight chance of the Weasley twin being in the library. You smile gratefully at the young Gryffindors, “Thank you, boys. I’ll see you later.”

You make to turn, but at the last minute, you swivel back to ruffle Ron’s hair into an undignified mess. He shouts in protest as you run off. As you leave, you hear Harry ask after your identity. Ron tells him who you are and what you mean to the family, but he rounds off with, “George would not stop talking about them over summer.”

Turning onto the corridor for the library, you file that piece of information away for later. For a time when you’re also ready to confront the ever growing feelings for the redhead.

Fourth Year:

Fourth Year begins much like the last. You meet Fred and George at Kings Cross; ruffling Ron’s hair and smiling warmly at Ginny – the last of the Weasley brood to start Hogwarts. She smiles back, but it’s watery and you reach out a hand for her to take in comfort – her goodbyes to her mother already said as you all board the train.

The train ride is loud, but you still find the time to catch up with George. He asks about your summer as if you didn’t spend half of it at the Burrow; you regale him of your time abroad with your family – travelling through the north of France on an extended history lesson.

You hate to admit it, but you bask in his attention, having missed him fiercely through your time abroad that no amount of letters helped. You missed hearing his laughter; it eliciting goosebumps on your skin with each chortle.

Watching the Scottish countryside pass you at an alarming rate, you wonder whether Fourth Year is going to feel similar to third. If your heart has any say in this, it would be the first to tell you that no – this year was not going to feel anything like the last.

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Despite the warmth of the fire, the common room is cold as you sit next to George. What started as a happy, carefree atmosphere was plunged into ice, becoming frozen and stilted with words about a missing sibling.

“They said her name… and I just, I stopped hearing anything else,” George whispers; voice close to breaking as he buries his face in his hands.

You open your mouth to offer words of comfort; to offer words of anything, but nothing comes out. How do you comfort something like this? How do offer words of help when you can’t compare the situation to anything you have ever experienced?

At the last minute, as George turns his head to face you, you bring his head to your shoulder, and this time you’re the one to provide wordless comfort.

You feel him shudder against you; overcome with the news of his missing sister. The news had come in a couple of hours ago; George, Fred and Ron escorted from the common room by Professor McGonagall, leaving you alone with Harry and Hermione who were both just as confused as you.

Upon their return, you rushed immediately to George’s side, noting his paleness and the slight tremble to his hands. You couldn’t count on both hands how many times you had asked him – pleaded with him – to tell you what had happened for him to react like this, but for a while, all he did was shake his head, unable to put into the words the news he had received.

It was Ron who worked up the courage. Taking a deep breath to slow his racing heart, he had announced, “Ginny has gone missing. She was seen going into the Forbidden Forest, but no-one ever saw her come out.”

At that point, Fred left the room. You made to go after him; to check on him, but George’s hand clamped down on your knee, keeping you next to him. Shooting him a puzzled glance, all he said was “Stay,” and that was enough for you.

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself alone with George. Fred having returned but going straight to bed; Ron and his friends following straight after though you all know that no sleep would be had amongst anyone. Not until Ginny was found safe and sound.

You remain on the couch; George’s head remaining on your shoulder as you run one hand through his hair and the other holds his hand tightly. The fire continues to burn; devouring the logs that breathe new life into its flames. Silently, you both watch – too tired emotionally to consider talking to the other.

It’s as you watch the fire turning the logs to ash that you discover the lengths you would go too to protect George from ever feeling like this again.

Fifth Year:

Fifth Year brings with it OWLs. It brings with it the stresses of academic excellence tied in with your growing feelings for the lanky redhead that you found yourself attached to.

The further into Fifth Year, the more you come to understand that your feelings for George Weasley are no longer platonic. In fact, you seem to be harbouring quite the crush on the redhead despite your adamant denials to Hermione, who swore blind that it wasn’t completely obvious and that you had nothing to worry about – George hadn’t noticed a thing.

However, you could no longer the way George made you feel. How simply looking at him had you losing breath; how a simple smile from him had your heart racing so fast that you felt absolutely certain it was to give out. There wasn’t a lot he had to do to have your stomach erupting into butterflies and your palms becoming sweaty; all he had to do was say hello and ask how you were feeling for your mouth to run dry.

You felt the fool more often than not; your worries and fears having you second guess each interaction with him, yet sometimes. Sometimes, you swore you would catch him watching you with the same yearning in his eyes that you know is reflected in yours.

It was moments such as that, that had your fears and worries dissipating, giving way to the more harmful emotion of hope. It blooms in your chest; spreading through your veins like a wildfire as you let yourself think that somewhere in the future, George may just feel the same as you.

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A hand runs through your hair, and you smile in your sleep, turning your face to it.

“Love,” An all too familiar voice sounds, “It’s almost curfew.”

You grumble; snuggling further into your cushion, feeling confused when it starts to move. You crack one eye open; shooting up when you come to see that you’ve fallen asleep on George’s shoulder. You press your hand to your mouth in shock but also checking that you haven’t drooled on him through your nap. “George,” You ramble, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise I was that tired.”

George waves a hand in a dismissive fashion; ignoring your apology, “Love, I’ve known you a few years now. I’m sure falling asleep on each other was bound to happen at some point.”

That does nothing to comfort you. “Regardless,” You protest, “I doubt the last thing you wanted was for me snoring away on your shoulder.”

George smiles, “It’s fine, love. Besides, they were only small snores.”

“George!” You shout; batting a hand on his shoulder playfully, “I do not snore!”

George mimics zipping his mouth shut; keeping his answer a secret, leaving you in the dark as to whether you snore or not.

Rolling your eyes at the redhead, you ask, “How long was I out?”

“About an hour and a half.”

“Oh…” You trail off; glancing at the clock for the first time tonight, noting how close it was to curfew. You run a hand down your face, “I should probably head back to my common room.”

George clears his throat; running a hand through his hair as he suggests, “Or you could stay here?”

“What?”

“Stay here?” He suggests once more, “By the time you get back to your common room, you’ll no longer be tired and there’s always the chance you’ll get caught by Filch and it really isn’t worth a detention, is it?”

A playful smile spreads over your lips as you shake your head, “It’s not worth getting caught at all. But are you sure?”

George nods, standing and holding out a hand for you, “I’m sure. How different can it be from all the sleepovers over the summers we’ve known each other?”

You take his outstretched hand; keeping it tight within yours as he leads you to his room.

“How are you with sharing a bed with me? I’ll share with Fred or Lee if it makes you uncomfortable.”

A sleepy smile breaks over your face, and George realises then and there that he would do just about anything for you to look at him like that always.

“I just fell asleep on you on the couch. How different is sharing a bed?”

George nods wordlessly; squeezing your hand before letting it drop to rifle through his trunk. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for; an old worn out shirt and a pair of joggers for you to wear to bed.

You smile your thanks as you take it from George. You move to unbutton your blouse at which point George splutters a cough, turning his back on you. He feels the blush heat his cheeks as he hears you laugh quietly.

You pull his t-shirt over your torso; enjoying the softness against your skin and inhaling his familiar scent of gunpowder and honeysuckle. “You can turn around now, George.”

An awkward air settles over the room as George meets your eyes, but it doesn’t last long before your burst into laughter. You offer him the same privacy as he gets changed for bed; he clears his throat to let you know it’s safe turn around. Almost imperceptibly, the air changes between you two, becoming charged with an electricity neither of you were aware of before. It’s heady; it’s has your skin feeling flushed, making you more aware of the plans for tonight.

Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you whisper, “Thank you for letting me stay the night, George.”

He averts his eyes; unable to meet your gaze for the rush of emotions running through his body from such a simple action. He nods wordlessly once more; smiling at you shyly as he pulls back the covers.

Space is limited in the single beds; it ends up that you lay half over George as his arms wrap around you, keeping you in place.

That night, the both of you come to realisation that sharing a bed means much more now.

Sixth Year:

“An ageing potion?” You demand; entering the hospital wing, feeling nothing short of anger aimed at the twins.

George’s eyes widen as he looks to Fred who wisely turns his attention elsewhere. He watches you take in the aftermath of being vaulted across the room by an age line; the grey hair and the long white beard. He can see the anger simmering through your entire body, but your eyes hold a different emotion – one George cannot put a finger on right not, but he would argue it’s something close to love.

At this point, he can no longer tell his feelings for you apart from what he feels daily. He’s utterly infatuated with you, as his mother likes to remind him each time he goes home. George has stopped disagreeing with her; happy to accept the fact that he fell in love with you a long time ago and has no plans in foreseeable future to ever stop.

You hold a hand over your mouth; repressing the sob that wants to escape. The very thought of him entering such a dangerous competition becoming too much for you. George’s face falls when he sees the tears in your eyes; he reaches out a hand for you, “Love…”

You fall into his embrace willingly; hiding your face in his shoulder as the tears fall down your face. Sniffling pitifully, you fist your hands into his robes, gripping onto him for dear life.

No words are dared uttered as George lets you collect yourself; his hand running through your hair and down your back in a motion that he knows soothes you.

“Why would you do such a foolish thing?” You ask; needing to know why they would put their lives at risk so willingly.

George has the decency to look somewhat ashamed as he utters his answer, “Eternal glory and the prize is a thousand galleons.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “If it had worked, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“But it didn’t, so it’s okay.”

“It isn’t, George! This tournament is so dangerous it poses a real threat to lives. If anything was to happen to you-” A sob breaks free from your lips; halting your sentence as your mind steadfastly refuses to even entertain the very thought of living a life without the Weasley twin.

George pulls you back into his embrace; arms wrapping around you tightly as he rocks you as best he can from where he sits on the hospital bed. His beard tickles your face as you hide it in his chest, clamping your lips shut against the wave of tears threatening to overflow.

One, two, three kisses are placed to the top of your head before George coaxes your face out from where its hidden. Tear filled eyes meet his brown ones to which George suddenly feels rotten about the whole ordeal. He hushes you quietly; offering any and all words of comfort so he no longer has to listen to the utterly heart wrenching noise of your sobs – made all the worse knowing that he was the one to cause them.  

“Love, we meant nothing by it, you know that.”

“George, you don’t enter a competition that could quite literally kill for money.”

“What else are we to do if we want to open the shop?”

“We go to a bank and fill out a form for a loan.”

“We?”

You raise your eyebrow, determination lacing your tone and distracting you from your tears, “What? Did you think you were getting rid of me that easily? I won’t work in the shop, but I’ll help you open it in any way I can.”

He hooks an arm around your shoulder; pulling you in once again to drop more kisses to the top of your head, unable to help the emotions surging through him.

Over your shoulder, George makes eye contact with his twin brother. Fred had watched the entire exchange in both awe and with a tinge of jealousy; he couldn’t help but hope he would find something similar to what you and George have. That love that doesn’t need to be named, despite the both of you being somewhat aware of the other’s feelings.

Fred winks at his brother; offering him a thumbs up as he lays down on the bed and closes his eyes. Any attempt to give the near couple one form of privacy or another.

As Fred closes his eyes, George turns his attention back to you. The words don’t need to be said, but he whispers them to you regardless, “I would never leave you. Never.”

He feels you relax against him; the tension seeping from your body as the words land exactly where he meant them too. You fall into the embrace more; gripping onto him tighter and inhaling the smell that is so intoxicatingly him – honeysuckle and gunpowder, and just like that, your heart has calmed, and your mind no longer races with possibilities that may never happen.

Seventh Year:

NEWTs take over your life in Seventh Year; spending more and more time in the library much to the dismay of George. He kicks up a fuss each time you tell him your plans for the evening, yet each evening he doesn’t leave your side as he studies with you.

Truthfully, it’s hard to focus with him so close to you. It’s hard to do much of anything when you have to resist the urge to kiss him senseless each time he smiles at you or flicks a piece of parchment your way.

At this point in your friendship, it could be argued by many outsiders that you were in fact in a relationship. Having been asked many times by younger students, each denial felt like a stab to the gut which is only further reinforced each time you catch him staring at you.

Biting your lip, you return your focus to your studies. Ashamedly admitting to yourself that you had to berate yourself countless times throughout the day for daydreaming about the teenager you’re certain you’ve loved since you were fifteen years old and only just learning the meaning of the word.

Seventh Year was your final year at Hogwarts, and though you were more than certain that George would feature heavily in your life beyond it, you couldn’t help the raw hope that built in your chest and flooded your veins at the mere idea of loving him as more than a friend.

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“You know, I promised myself I would do something at graduation,” George states; pulling you to one side as families begin to gather after the ceremony and students are congratulated further.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You comment; an eyebrow raised.

George nods; a smile gracing his face, “Yeah, I promised myself I would tell you how I feel about you.”

“And just how do you feel about me, Weasley?”

If it’s at all possible, George’s smile grows larger, “I’m absolutely mad for you, love. So mad for you in fact, that I don’t imagine another future without you in it. So what do you say? Fancy living out the rest of your days with a man who has a thing for pranks and plans on owning a joke shop?”

“I can do you one better.”

“Well I have to hear this.”

You beam up at him; hand already circling his tie, “I fancy living out the rest of my days with my best friend by my side. Morning, noon, and night.”

Arms circling your waist, George laughs lightly, “I think I prefer the sound of that.”

Brushing your lips against his, you whisper, “I knew you would.”

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For Once

Summary: Hermione and Ron share a tender moment but, as is sadly so often the case, Ron's siblings make it their mission to upset things. Turns out this was one time too many, however.

I always get frustrated when, in fics, Ron's siblings deliberately ruin moments between Ron and Hermione, and recieve no comeuppance for it (even if Ron had suffered yet another hit to his self-esteem) . So here is my response. 

Not bashing but definitely critical of Ginny, Bill, Fred and George, so a warning for that.

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Hermione climbed the staircase of the Burrow. She had been here for a few days so far, and she was loving every moment of it, as she always did whenever she was here. Everything from the Devon countryside, to the food, to the sweet redheaded boy that-

Wait, no. All the Weasleys were sweet, Hermione told herself. It wasn’t like the youngest Weasley boy was especially so.

Oh, who was she kidding? She’d stopped believing that her feelings were just platonic well over a year ago.

Anyway, sixth year would be beginning in about a months’ time. Harry had not arrived at the Burrow yet, but he was expected to be picked up by Dumbledore sometime over the next week. Hermione was looking forward to seeing him. Harry was her best friend and, well, he was like a little brother to her as well. Neither of them had any siblings, although at least Hermione was welcome in her own home.

Her brow furrowed as she remembered the last time she had seen Harry’s aunt and uncle. Both of them seemed deeply unpleasant people. Harry had never really spoken about how he had been treated by them growing up, but Hermione could tell that it was far worse than he would ever let on.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she walked straight into someone on the next landing.

‘Oof, you okay, Hermione?’

Hermione felt her face flush slightly. Of course, it had to be that redhead she’d bumped into.

Ron stared down at her, his blue eyes looking slightly concerned. He was carrying several folded sheets, his biceps slightly tensed and looking more-than-just-slightly attractive. His freckles had multiplied due to the summer heat, and Hermione was very aware that they covered him head-to-toe, seemingly even in places she had never seen (except in dreams that made her flush upon waking). Ron had always been cute but, good grief, when had he gotten so… hot?

‘O-oh, yes,’ Hermione replied, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered she was. ‘Sorry, I was… thinking.’

‘Always dangerous,’ Ron said, grinning. ‘But you wouldn’t be Hermione otherwise.’

Hermione smiled, trying to ignore her stomach flipping at his words.

‘Thanks,’ she replied. ‘Are those for your mum?’

‘Yeah, she asked for some fresh sheets,’ Ron said, as she followed him back downstairs. ‘What are you up to?’

‘I was actually looking for you,’ she said.

‘What? Why? Did mum say something?’

‘No, Ron,’ Hermione said, nudging him fondly with her elbow as they descended onto a landing. ‘I just happen to enjoy your company and wanted to spend time with you.’

‘Oh, yeah?’

Ron’s mouth slipped into that lopsided smile. The smile that never failed to reduce Hermione to a flustered mess, as much as she tried to hide it. It was a miracle that Ron never seemed to notice.

‘Y-yeah.’

‘Good to know I’m wanted,’ he said, grinning down at her. ‘I was-’

‘DRAT!’

Both of them jumped. Ron turned to where the sound had come from, and opened the door.

Mr Weasley was scrambling around on the floor, trying to retrieve his wand from underneath a chest of drawers. His balding head was bobbing up and down in frustrating.

‘Dad?’ Ron asked. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Oh, hello Ron,’ Mr Weasley said. ‘Sorry to yell; it just dropped out of my hand. Looks like it slipped under her.’

‘No worries,’ Ron said. He placed the sheets he was holding onto the bed, crouched down and, with a flourish, retrieved the missing wand. ‘Here.’

‘Thanks, son,’ Mr Weasley said, as Ron handed his wand over. ‘‘I just reinforcing the charms around the house. I see you’re helping your mother with those sheets?’

‘No worries. Yeah, just finished,’ Ron said. ‘Which charms are you doing?’

‘Oh, just the muggle-repellent ones. I hate putting them up, but it’s important for security.’

‘Dad, if you had your way, you’ve been asking the muggles in the villages for plug-making instruction manuals,’ Ron said, good-naturedly.

‘Well, you did inherit my love for all things muggle, Ron,’ Mr Weasley said, chuckling. ‘Wouldn’t you say?’

Hermione couldn’t help noticing that, at Mr Weasley’s words, Ron’s ears went slightly pink.

Don’t be silly, she sternly told herself, she just means that Ron likes hearing about the muggle way of doing things. He… he doesn’t mean…

‘Anyway,’ Mr Weasley continued. ‘I’m almost finished now. Hermione, I believe Ron said that you’ve been doing extra work about charms during the holidays.’

‘Er, yes, that’s true,’ Hermione said, quickly as she tried to ignore her own confusion. ‘It’s fascinating, isn’t it? I mean, all the different ways that charms can be used to obscure and hide things. I’ve always wondered how long it took for the spells to be standardised…’

She trailed off, as she saw Ron grin.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ Ron said, his cheeks dimpling under his freckles. ‘I’m never gonna get sick of seeing you all excited about magic.’

Hermione felt her face flush.

Mr Weasley seemed to smile to himself.

‘Well, like I said, I’m almost finished now,’ he said, raising his wand to the ceiling. He began to utter a spell, and stepped forward.

However, his foot collided with an old teddy bear, and he slipped, stumbling over the end of the spell.

Mr Weasley’s wand shot out of his hand, and fired a spell, which headed straight for Hermione.

‘Hermione, duck!’

Before she knew what was happening, Hermione found herself pushed out of harms way by Ron.

The spell hit Ron squarely in the chest. He gave a gentle groan, and fell backwards on the floor.

‘Ron!’

Mr Weasley had hurried over, and knelt down beside his brother. Hermione dashed forward, and dropped down on Ron’s other side. With thinking, she eased Ron’s head off the floor, so that he was resting on her lap. Ron stirred feebly.

‘Mr Weasley, is… is he okay?’

‘He’ll be fine. Just a little confunded,’ Mr Weasley said, smiling faintly down at Ron. ‘I’m sorry, son. Hermione, It’s best if you stay with him while I go and get the healing supplies from the kitchen.’

‘O-okay,’ Hermione said, suddenly aware that Ron’s head was resting in her lap.

‘Thanks,’ Mr Weasley said, moving to the door. ‘Don’t worry; I doubt Ron will complain. He did take that spell for you, after all.’

With a knowing smile at Hermione’s flustered expression, Mr Weasley left the room.

‘Mione?’ Ron mumbled, his eyes still half-closed. ‘W’happened?’

‘You… you got hit by a confunding spell,’ Hermione replied. ‘Your dad’s gone to get you something for it.’

‘You… you okay?’

Hermione smiled.

‘Ron, you’re the one who got hit by it. Worry about yourself.’

The redhead smiled.

‘So you didn’t get hit…that’s good… glad you’re okay, ‘Mione…’

Hermione felt her heart well, as she stared down at the redhead. His smile was happy and utterly genuine.

‘T-thank you, Ron,’ she whispered. ‘You’re… you’re too good to me.’

‘Naaah,’ Ron mumbled. ‘You’re important… especially to me.’

Hermione smiled, as her heart threatened to burst open. Ron was such a lovely person. No wonder she had fallen so hard.

The door opened, and Hermione looked up. Mr Weasley had returned, carrying a medicine kit. Kneeling down, he pulled out a small vial of potion.

‘Here; it’ll take away his dizziness.’

Hermione nodded, and took the vial. She gently tipped the contents into Ron’s mouth. The redhead swallowed slowly, and he seemed to return somewhat to his senses.

‘There we go,’ Mr Weasley said, as Ron sat up, holding his head. ‘You’ll feel wobbly for a while, so wait until the potion takes full effect before standing up.’

‘R-right,’ Ron said. ‘Dad, can you take those sheets downstairs? I think mum wanted them.’

Mr Weasley nodded, picked up the sheets, gave a brief smile to Ron and Hermione, and then left through the door.

Ron seemed to suddenly realise that his head had been laying in Hermione’s lap.

‘Er, sorry,’ Ron mumbled, his ears going pink. He smiled softly. ‘Thanks for looking after me. Guess I behaved like a right twit, right?’

Hermione opened her mouth, intent on telling Ron that he had been brave and sweet, how much it meant to her that he was so kind, and how much she admired him for it.

‘Yeah, “twit” is right!’

Hermione stopped, her mouth half-open. Her eyes widened in horror as she turned towards the door.

Fred and George had walked into the room, followed by Ginny and Bill. All of them seemed to be snickering to themselves.

‘He got knocked right out! Ickle Ronniekins had to be the big brave knight, didn’t he?’

‘Nevermind, Ron,’ Bill said, chuckling. ‘I’m sure Hermione doesn’t mind you dribbling on her jeans.’

Ron’s ears burned further pink, and his shoulders seemed to slump. The smile on his face had vanished, and now he looked awkward, uncomfortable and -above all- resigned.

‘Er, sorry,’ he said, quietly to Hermione. ‘I… I best go help Mum with the dinner. See you later.’

‘No, Ron,’ Hermione began, frantically. ‘You don’t understand! I…’

‘It’s fine, Hermione,’ Ron said, quietly. ‘You… you don’t need to explain anything.’

Still looking unsteady on his feet, Ron walked out of the room. Hermione thought she heard a sigh as the door closed behind him.

‘Come on, Hermione,’ Ginny said, still chuckling. ‘Wait, he didn’t really dribble on you, did-’

‘What is wrong with you all?!’ Hermione cried. ‘Why can’t you all keep your mouths shut?’

The room went very quiet as Fred, George, Ginny and Bill all stopped laughing to stare at her.

‘He was being brave and kind, like he always is,’ Hermione exclaimed, tears began to streak down her face. ‘And you made him think I was just pitying him! Like he was just being an idiot for being so selfless! How dare you?’

The Weasleys all went silent. Hermione didn’t know where her anger was coming from; it could have been from the years of teasing she had seen Ron be subjected to by his siblings, or the fact that any moment between her and Ron seemed to be constantly ruined by his siblings mocking him, or maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t begin to fully explain to Ron just how much she adored him.  All she knew was that she could stay silent no longer. This was one time too many.

‘I’m sick of this! He’s your brother; he’s kind, and sweet, and brave. More than you could ever imagine, and yet you all treat him like he can’t do anything right!’

Her body wracked with sobs, Hermione slammed the door behind her, and stormed upstairs to the room she was sharing with Ginny.

She could distantly hear the sounds of a returning Mr Weasley asking his remaining children why Ron had gone before the potion had taken full effect, and of the other Weasleys stumbling through their explanations.

Good luck trying to explain that to your consciences, Hermione thought, bitterly, as she closed the bedroom door behind her. She sank into the mattress; angry, frustrated but most of all devastated that, no matter how much she adored Ron, it seemed like all of his siblings seemed to act like he could never be anything other than an object of mockery and pity. A clown. A twit who only ever made pratfalls and embarrass his friends.

Or, at least, Ron certainly wouldn’t think they saw him as anything more than that. And that was possibly the worst thing about it.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it!

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