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beingsuneone · 6 months
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I BET You Think About Me
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SYNOPSIS: being Theo’s girlfriend is a dream… until you find out why he asked you out in the first place.
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING(S): Theodore Nott x fem!reader
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Pansy, Snape
GENRE/AU: Snape’s Daughter!Reader, Asks you out cause of a bet, kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, slytherin!reader
WORD COUNT: 2.6K
WARNINGS: swearing and kissing.
A/N: agh. It’s 3 in the morning. Enjoy. May have a tiny bit of pacing issues but it’s fine
DEDICATIONS: the polls who decided they wanted Theo while I decided I was gonna post Mattheo and Rhysand instead.
CREDITS: n/a
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…Six Months Ago….
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“You can’t do it, Theo.” Draco says plainly. “If she’s anything like her father she won’t be able to feel that kind of emotion.”
Theo shakes his head. “She’s still a girl.”
Mattheo snorts, Enzo sputters. “That’s a bit sexist, Theo.” Enzo says, looking over at Y/n L/n.
She’s Severus Snape’s daughter and completely untouchable. Theo hasn’t seen a single guy going out with her in the whole six years they’d been at hogwarts.
That might be because of her father.
“Draco’s right.” Mattheo says. “She’ll never fall for you.”
“I’m gonna prove you guys wrong and you’re gonna owe me a shit ton of money for it.”
…. One Month Ago ….
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Mattheo stares at you as you walks away. “Damn, I guess you were right.” Both him and Draco reach for their wallets but Theo waves them off.
“I don’t want it— any of it.” It felt for him wrong to take the money from the bet. Theo had fallen for you just as hard— if not harder— as you’d fallen for him.
Hell, Theo would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him.
“What do you mean?” Blaise asks incredulously. “You won the bet.”
Theo furrows his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t want the money.”
They all stare at him.
One, two, three minutes of silence before Mattheo blurts out: “Oh my god. Theo fell for her.” He starts to laugh, and the other boy's eyes widen.
“Wow. That’s a little bit pathetic, Theo.” Draco teases.
Pansy slides in beside Blaise. “Wow. Famous playboy Theodore Nott fell for someone?” She snickers. “Who?”
Theo deadpans. “What do you mean who?” You are Pansy’s roommate after all, Pansy should better than anybody.
Her face falls. “You don’t mean y/n. do you?” Theo nods and she gives him an exasperated look. “Theo! You literally only dated her to win a bet!”
“Yeah, I know!” He retorts. A beat of silence, then, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You have to tell her.” Enzo cuts in. “If you truly like her, it isn’t something you can keep secret.”
Theo nods his head absentmindedly. “I know, I know. I’ll tell her soon.”
He didn’t want his new relationship to end before it ever began.
….Present….
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Today, you woke up late, stubbed your toe on your bed and then spent the ten minutes you had to get ready looking for your damned potions book.
When you’d finally found it, threw on your uniform and got your hair into some sort of presentable, you rushed out your dorm and down the hallways as fast as your feet would take you.
Your class was on the opposite side of Hogwarts and you were already ten minutes late.
In your haste, you aren’t watching for other people in front of you and run straight into someone.
“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim frantically, picking up your books as she picks up hers.
She looks familiar but you don’t know her name.
“No, it’s okay— Oh.” Her faces twists into a scowl when she meets your gaze. “You’re Theo’s ‘Girlfriend’” she airquotes as she says ‘girlfriend’, causing you to narrow your eyes at here.
You furrow your eyebrows. “Uhm, yeah, I am. Why did you say it like that?”
She crosses her arms. “Because you and I both know that he doesn’t actually like you. You’re not his girlfriend.”
“And who, exactly, are you?” You ask, annoyance settling in your chest.
She looks down at you, a cocky expression written on her face. “You should probably just stay away from him, you know that, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really, he’s going to be mine so I don’t even know what you’re doing.” She waves you off, as if she truly believes this.
You shuffle your books around in your arms and shift your weight into your other leg. “You do know that you’re not his girlfriend, right?”
“Whatever.” She shrugs, and you still don’t know her name. “Doesn’t matter if he calls you his girlfriend, it’s not like you’re a threat anyway.”
What does she mean ‘not a threat’? You feel like that’s a sentence better used to describe her considering, you’re Theo’s actual girlfriend. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask incredulously but still relatively calm.
She gives you a mock sympathetic expression. “Oh, Sweetheart,” She starts, taunting you with each syllable. “You didn’t really think someone like Theo would settle down for someone like you… do you? I mean, he’s all parties and good times and you’re… well, you can’t even dress yourself properly.”
She looks you up and down, from your half-untucked uniform shirt to your loose tie and your unwrinkled skirt. You’re not usually this messed up. “Clearly, I do, because he did.” You pause, sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Why am I even entertaining this conversation?” You turn away from her, preparing to tune her out and walk away.
She tuts, shaking her head. “Because you obviously know you mean nothing to him— after all when your relationship starts with a bet, I don’t think it’s ever been super stable.”
This makes you stop and turn back to her. “A bet?” You say it slowly and the words taste awful on your tongue. “What bet?”
She scoffs-laughs and smiles evilly. “Oops, did I say too much?”
Theo chooses this moment to walk up behind the two of your . He slides his hand around my waist, letting it rest there as he stands beside me. “Are you okay? You’re super late.” He asks, looking you over. His eyes flit over to the girl who was talking to you and his nose scrunched. “Why are you talking to Tracey?”
Tracey, that’s her name.
I don’t think he likes her too much.
Tracey opens her mouth to respond but I cut her off and begin dragging Theo away. “I don’t even know, Theo, let’s go.”
I can feel Tracey’s glare until we’re well out of her line of sight.
Jealous.
……
You can’t get Tracey’s words out of your head. You know it was a tactic to rile you up and, you suppose, it worked but you had this horrible feeling that maybe she wasn’t lying.
Asking Theo about it though? That was hard; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him but you also didn’t want to get upset before you knew whether it was true or not.
You decided to ask one or two other people before Theo. Pansy Parkinson, was first. She’s been your friend since first year but she hung out with Theo’s group long before you ever did.
“Hey, Pansy.” You say airily. She looks up at you and smiles.
The bed creaks as you fall down onto it and sigh. “Can I ask you a random question?” You ask, fidgeting with the corner of your blankets.
She looks up at you expectantly but also with a good deal of worry. “Yeah, of course; What’s up?”
She shifts in her spot at the end of her bed, turning her full attention to me.
“Did you ever… I don’t know,” you stop, trying to find the correct words. “Did you ever hear anything about Me, Theo and a bet? While you were, like, hanging out with them.”
Pansy looks down at your fidgeting fingers and then furrows her eyebrows. She thinks about it for a minute, and her face drops so slightly I almost don’t catch it. “Oh, y/n…” she trails off. “He didn’t tell you?”
Every muscle in your body locks up. “He didn’t tell me what?” You don’t think you really want the confirmation now that you know it’s coming.
Pansy stands and then sits down next to you and pulls you into her in a side hug. “When Theo started trying to get with you it was because of a bet.” She stops but you just gesture for her to continue. “… I wasn’t actively apart of this conversation so I only got the gist of it but I was there.”
“What was the bet.” You say, with your eyes hot and your throat restricted. Your tone makes it seem like it wasn’t a question.
“The boys bet him that he couldn’t make the next woman he saw fall in love with him by the end of the year.” She gives your a sad smile. “I guess the next woman was you.”
What. The. Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, because he obviously won that goddamn bet already. You give Pansy a quick squeeze and then stand up. “I need to go talk to him.”
Pansy nods and walks back to her own bed, waving bye as you walk through the door.
Your vision is a bit blurry and your hands are shaking with betrayal and anger as you storm away from the girl’s dorms and right through the common room to the boy’s dorms.
When you reach his door, you knock loudly, despite it being late.
Draco answers. He looks you up and down and then turns his back halfway to you. “Theo, your girlfriend is here.”
Theo appears a moment later, an easy smile and his piercing eyes that you want to love so badly right now. He gently moves you back a bit and steps out of the dorm. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?”
You shudder at the pet name and his face drops. “Oh, I don’t know, Theo.”
He pulls you to the other side of the hall and keeps his hands on your arms, comforting both yourself and him. “What’s wrong? Did somebody do something to you?”
The worry on his face seems so genuine, you almost want to believe the bet was a lie— but you’re not that stupid.
“Yeah, Theo, someone hurt me.” You pause. “It was you and your fucking bet.”
He freezes. “Shit. Who told you about that?”
You don’t want to— no, you can’t look in his eyes. “That girl, Tracey, and then Pansy filled in the finer details.” You’re arms are crossed now and he can’t hold you like he was before. “Is that seriously the only thing you care about right now— actually, obviously it would be because I’m just a bet, right?”
He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. “Actually,” you continue. “I don’t want to hear it— just, have a good life, Theo. I’d say we’re over but I don’t think we really ever started to begin with.”
You walk away before you second-guess yourself and ignore as he calls your name. He doesn’t run after you, which you’re equally glad for and disappointed by.
God, you don’t think your heart has ever hurt this bad.
…..
You haven’t seen Theo in class for the whole week after you ‘broke up’; you’ve seen glimpses of him outside, always smoking, or eating in the Great Hall but it’s like he’s intentionally missing every class you have together.
He probably is.
He shouldn't have that right. You’re the one who gets to avoid him, he doesn’t get to avoid you.
You’re the one who got played like a violin and ended up battered and bruised.
You don’t see him for most of your days, but, when you do— when you look at him, his eyes are always already on you.
As a result the other Slytherin boys glance at you while he stares, because of how intensely he does so. You can feel his eyes burning holes into you at all times.
You try your best to ignore him as you stand to leave the Great Hall.
A boy stops you near the entrance, you think you recognize him. He’s the same year as you, and pretty nice as far as you know. His name is Lucas, you’re pretty sure.
“Hey.” Lucas says warmly. “How are you?”
He’s a bit close, and you’re sort of backed into the wall. You laugh awkwardly. “I’m alright, um, how are you?”
He smiles. “About the same,” he looks behind him and then back at you, same easy-going smile that isn’t easy the way Theo’s is. “Anyways, I was wondering… since you broke up with Nott, maybe you’d wanna go out sometime? With me?”
“She doesn’t.”
Lucas’s shoulders jump at the sound of Theo’s voice and he backs away from you and spins to look at Theo, whose standing there with a dangerous look on his face.
You glare at him. “Maybe I do want to.” It’s a challenge and Theo knows it.
Lucas sputters. “You know, I actually realized I’m busy, so…” he scrambles off after that you’re left with Theo.
You scowl at him. “Theo, what the fuck?”
“He’s not good enough for you.” He shrugs like he knows what’s good enough for you. Mr. Bet-Winner.
Your heart aches in your chest just looking at him. “And how would you know what’s good enough for me, Theo? because you sure as hell weren’t.”
He scowls now. “I treated you like you were a fucking princess, Y/n, all he would’ve done was treat you like a piece of ass.”
You huff. “A princess, Theo? None of it was even real!” You spin to walk away but Theo catches your wrist and pulls you back; he slips his other arm around your waist and pulls you right to his chest. Your faces almost touch.
Your breath hitches like the traitor that it is.
He pulls your hand up to rest on his chest, where his heart beats hard and erratically. “Does this feel fake to you?” Theo’s fingers dig lightly into your waist. “Do you honestly think that all of that— everything we said and did— meant nothing?”
His breath fans across your face.
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s the ice bucket that can save you— but your pride and anger are like the fires of hell; irreparable.
“You took a bet to make me fall for you, Theo, and lucky for you, you won it. How much was I worth, huh?”
He replies almost instantly. “I didn’t take any money, Y/n.” Theo breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall, forcing yours to do the same.
“You— what?” You can feel your resolve cracking, the hope leaking through that somehow you were wrong.
“Let me explain the full story.” He waits for you to give him confirmation; you nod and he continues. “Yes, it started with the bet, and yes, I had never planned for it to last. It was cruel and mean, and I’m sorry. But the thing is, I didn’t anticipate that I would end up falling in love with you right back.” The words feel like a kick to the heart.
“But, on the other hand, how could I not? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you’re intelligent and funny, you laugh at all my stupid jokes. You love potions more than any other class and you’re really good at it too.” He stops. “Y/n, you’re perfect and I’m so, so sorry I never told you— or, even worse, that I did it in the first place.”
Your heart skips several beats. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.” You’re at a loss for words.
He just looks you over, trying to assess what’s running through your mind like he always does. “Please forgive me, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts.”
You pull away from him and he reluctantly lets go, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
“You’re serious?” You ask quietly. “No bets this time? Nothing you haven’t told me?”
He shakes his head, giving you the saddest, puppy-dog look, unintentionally.
You’re silent for another long moment before, finally, you say: “you love me?”
Theo looks into your eyes. “God, yes.”
“Okay.” You say softly.
He straightens. “Okay, you’ll get back together with me or Okay, I don’t forgive you?”
You hold up one finger and he seems to understand because he pulls you back into him so quickly and presses his lips to mine; you kiss him back, and kind of stand there, kissing, for a long moment. Probably longer than you should’ve.
But you wish he never had to stop.
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FaceTime? | F.W.
MASTERLIST
fandom: Harry Potter
PART I - PART II - PART III
pairings: Fred Weasley x F!Reader
WARNINGS: LOOOOTS of cursing. like so many bad words bro mb. implied smut but no actual smut
summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. Part two will be smutty asf.
WC: 2.8k
A/N:The modern part is that smartphones exist. It’s not necessarily “modern” per se. Hogwarts and the like whole franchise is the same with the same characters and ages but you and Fred are still in school (7th year). And basically this part will be the readers POV but the second will be Fred’s. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL DORM.
Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes! And duh I’m happy to take requests bcs it motivates me to write more.
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gif by me !! (bro istg the things id let him do and say to me. he literally INSULTS angles. angles have no choice but to submit to him.)
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A groan came from the bottom of your lungs as you unclasped your bra and took it off. The best fucking feeling in the world. Such a relief.
Yawning, you looked at the time realizing you stayed up a little too late reading, the clock reading 12:41 AM. As you changed into your pajamas, you set it down, putting it to charge while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
Long days were your favorite. Well, not the day part, just the night when your muscles relax as you’ve already finished all your work and your head hits the pillow.
Spitting out the leftover toothpaste and water from your mouth, you splashed your face with some cold water, reaching to the face towel to dry it and finally go to your bed.
You let out a content sigh as your body hit the mattress, the cold material of the sheets causing a smile creep onto your face. You were definitely getting the best sleep tonight.
There was a sound as you were already drifting off, but you ignored it, trying to quickly fall into a deep sleep so that nothing could bother you anymore.
Until you heard it again.
Your eyes shot open as you realized it was the buzzing of your phone, you only left notifications on for important people, such as your close friends and family or whatnot.
Unplugging it and pulling it close enough to see, but far enough that the low light wouldn’t burn your eyes, you unlocked it only to see a new notification from your messages.
It was Fred.
F| you awake - 12:53
F| bruh - 12:55
F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55
F| HEY - 12:56
F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56
F| .. please - 12:57
F| please ;( - 12:57
You let out a yawn and typed back
You| what do you want - 12:57
F| for you to wake up - 12:57
You| well im awake now so what - 12:57
F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58
You| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58
F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58
You| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58
You| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58
You| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59
F| FUCK YOU - 12:59
F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59
F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59
F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59
F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00
F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00
F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00
F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are -1:01
You| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01
F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01
You left him on seen and put your phone back down, turning around in annoyance to cover yourself up and finally fall asleep.
*Buzz*
Letting out a significantly loud groan, you grabbed your phone, ready to tell Fred to “fuck off and suck a dick.”
But your plans changed.
F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03
F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04
F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04
F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04
F| more at ease ig, enough to help me fall asleep - 1:04
F| come onnnn - 1:04
F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04
You| fuck you - 1:05
F| i mean… - 1:05
F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05
Annoyed at his flirtatious mood, you clicked on the FaceTime button and expected him to answer right away but he took a second.
When he picked up, you made an annoyed face at him, him only keeping a straight face but it was enough to make you snort.
You could see him trying to hold back a smile until you made a smolder face and his lips turned upwards into a wide grin.
“You’re so dumb” he said, a small grin still sticking to his face.
“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed with a chuckle.
“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he questioned, his face morphing into that all too familiar competitive smirk.
“Yeah, am I not?” you stated,
His smirk grew wider, more competition in his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.” he responded.
You chuckled and spoke again, changing the topic before he made you blush.
“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.
“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he said.
“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.
“Oh, shut up. You know thats not what I meant. You’re just fun to have around.” he scoffed.
“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you made a pouty face at him.
He hesitated for a second.
“…Well when you put it like that…” he said with a silly voice, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. He chuckled.
Laughing for a little bit, you only heard silence from the phone so when your laugh died down, you looked at him. God, you wished you hadn’t.
He had a sweet smile on his face, like he was admiring you. He was on his side with the right side of his face on the pillow squishing it, making him look adorable. Left hand underneath his face, his short orange hair was lightly fanning over his forehead, and it was quite messy, but it made him look… Cute.
No.
Hot.
His messy hair made him look hot. It always did. You considered yourself one of the luckiest people on the planet for having him be such a close friend of yours. It meant he’d let you touch it.
All the times you’d ruffled it when meeting him in the corridors, all the times you’d play with it while he fell asleep on your lap after studying for so long. (With you, of course. He’d never spend his own time studying.) All the times you just looked at it and admired it and it’s softness, how fluffy it was.
All the times you’d thought about tugging on it while he destroys you from the inside out.
But that would never happen…
So you snapped yourself back into reality and just continued to look at him. He was so beautiful.
So handsome.
You could marry him but you’d melt at the sight of him in a black and white suit for you.
He made your heart sink to your pussy whenever he’d walk up to you after quidditch, sweaty hair, flushed cheeks from the windburn.
Your knees weak whenever he wore just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and had loosened his tie.
Shaking your head slightly, you watched him through your phone screen, your eyes adjusting enough for you to see the shape of his shoulders.
Fuck. They were so broad.
And his chest, it was like a brick wall. Even if it was covered with a t-shirt, his muscles were on the brink of ripping it.
At this point, you’d had no choice but to think about when you’d hug him, the warmth of having yourself in his arms while your face was stuffed in his chest.
When you used it as a pillow on the weekends as you were having sleep-overs, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
Your back being pressed tightly up against it whilst he’s inside you and whispering into your ear how good you were making him feel.
It was getting out of hand how many fantasies you’d made up about him but you couldn’t stop yourself now. You were admiring every last inch of him you could see.
His lips.
Thinking about how they would feel if he was massaging them against yours.
Both the ones on your face and the ones below your belt.
His eyes.
They had a certain sparkle in them. It wasn’t romantic or anything like that.
Though you weren’t sure it was platonic either.
But what you were sure of was that Fred Weasley had a tight hold on you whether he knew it or not.
“So….” you said with a croak in your voice,
“So?” He repeated, the same admirable look in his eyes, that sweet, tooth-rotting smile still on his face. He wanted you to keep talking but it was incredibly difficult when he looked like that.
“Um I was-“ you began but he interrupted you,
“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he asked.
You chuckled, “Yeah,”
You stretched your arms out to be able to point the phone at it, looking down at it yourself. It was a white shirt with a little blue cat on the front, and some extremely long joke on the back that ended with “There’s no punchline, but you sure as hell were bored enough to read the back of a stranger’s shirt.”
Swallowing, he spoke again. “Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” You both chuckled.
“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big,” you laughed.
He smiled, “You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.”
“Awh. What was it?” you asked.
“I’m not telling you.” He smirked.
“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”
“Yeah well I don’t want to. If its such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” he told you.
“Wait, lemme think…” you looked up and bit your lip as you tried your hardest to remember all the stupid jokes you made in third year.
“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you said
“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.
“I have no idea then.” you said.
He went silent again and just kept looking at you. Smiling.
It made the room really hot. You tried looking elsewhere, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and his ridiculously good looks.
“Look at me.” he said, taking his hand out from under his face to avoid it falling asleep and getting pins and needles.
When you heard him, it was like a half whisper, his voice was so soft and it sent fireworks all throughout your guts.
As you looked his way, he had a small smirk on him.
Why the fuck does he always have to smirk?
Your face was starting to get hot.
“What” you said.
“Let’s have a staring contest.” he replied.
“That’s dumb.” you stated.
“You’re dumb.” he retorted.
“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“
“Just stop talking” he interrupted and giggled at the argument you were trying to make.
You let out a sigh and looked at him with a disappointed face.
He sighed too but just kept his eyes locked on you. He wouldn’t stop and it was starting to bother you a little bit.
“Damn okay.” you said.
He squirmed in his place, it seemed his room was also starting to get as hot as yours.
Chewing the inside of his bottom lip, his smile slowly began to fade.
You had to start looking around awkwardly.
His eyes seemed to be getting heavy and they kept closing, he’d shoot them back open only to keep fucking eyeing at you.
“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you spoke.
His eyebrows twitched and he responded, “M-Yeah…” he sighed. His eyes fluttering shut once again.
“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” you giggled. He probably didn’t hear you since he was actually already starting to pass out, but he did.
He rolled his eyes back and you took that as a sign that he was actually starting to get pissed off that you kept on talking.
Turning his head to stuff his face in his pillow, he let out a groan that sounded like he had been working out all day.
A small cry came from him that indicated he’d been deprived of something he loved for months, and he still managed to look back at you, but with furrowed eyebrows, hooded, watery eyes, and his mouth slightly agape.
“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, stuttering as if he was on the verge of crying.
“Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.” you said with a sympathetic smile, he probably had a long day and needed your presence somehow, it seemed that he needed to let a cry out now that you were hanging up.
His face actually got really red and he replied.
“I love you too…” he sighed.
“So much.” he inhaled sharply before closing his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up like he just poured lemon on an open wound.
When he opened his eyes, he sent a small, forced smile your way.
You hung up and hesitantly put your phone down, turning around and covering yourself back up so you could sleep.
Tossing and turning for like five minutes, you turned back around and texted Fred again to ask him if he was okay. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep if you were worried about him and didn’t know what was wrong.
You| you okay freddie? - 1:31
No answer.
You waited for about a minute until you decided to click the FaceTime button again since you wouldn’t wait for him to text back.
He took a second to pick up.
When he did, he was now on his back, holding the phone above his head.
“Yeah?” he said.
“Are you okay, Freddie?” you asked, you knew he liked it when you called him ‘Freddie’ so you did it now just to bring him comfort.
“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked down towards the end of his bed.
“..Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” he looked back up at you now, he looked fine and relaxed. A little nervous might you add.
You noticed he wasn’t wearing his shirt anymore and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead.
He definitely had a terrible day.
Yeah.
That’s all.
“Erm okay well.. Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.” you tried your best to hide the fact that you were worried sick about him.
He chuckled, “Goodnight then, love.” he sent a big smile at you and it made you feel better, but you hung up as fast as humanly possible so that he wouldn’t notice your nerves.
You were glad that he was okay now.
Throwing your phone on your nightstand for the last time, you finally turned to try and sleep.
But not before turning back around and grabbing your phone again,
You| can i go to your room? - 1:37
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There’s a part two coming with Fred’s POV 😻
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The Marauders
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soggyramennoods · 1 year
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< disclaimer: stories told are my adventures with them told through a y/n perspective, also combines elements from the muggle and wizarding realm ( ex. cellphones ) >
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"y/n wake up! wake up y/n, goddamit!" someone yelled at you, pulling off your covers as they continue to whine and try to wake you up. you simply throw them the middle finger and turn to the side, securing the blanket in your arms.
"you're going to miss breakfast!" they exclaimed, kicking the side of your bed. finally, you arise from your bed yawning, looking around to find none other than draco malfoy at your bedside.
"oh how brilliant, that's what gets you up? and i got to tell you y/n, that stunt with throwing me the middle finger? charming." draco spoke as he threw your school clothes at your face, voice laced with blatant sarcasm which only annoyed you more.
"enzo and mattheo are waiting in the dining hall, get dressed and be downstairs in 10 minutes otherwise we'll have all left for our first class" he rambled on, ending his stupid little speech with closing your door, making you roll your eyes.
"god, i hate him. maybe i'll hex him" you mumble to yourself as you walk to the bathroom, stretching your back on the way there.
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as you reach the dining hall, you have about 30 seconds to spare from draco's time threat. you see mattheo reading his new book as lorenzo and draco peruse about on their new cellphones which lucius and narcissa bought for them.
"there's our girl!" enzo exclaims joyfully, a bright smile on his feautured as he pinches your cheek. after that, you sit down next to mattheo and lay your head on the table, still quite tired from last night.
"hungry are you?" mattheo asked, upon hearing you groan at the lack of food. you gave a simple thumbs up then you hear a plate clatter beside you, making you look up slowly.
there was vodka pasta left on the plate, causing your mood slightly uplift. "i knew you'd be late again so i brought you some of enzo's experiment pasta from last night." he explains as he put down his book, patting your head gently.
"thanks love." you say as you pick up the fork to take a bite, it was arguably one of the best dishes enzo's created for the month, not bad.
"i thought we had class?" you say as you check your phone, wanting to know the current time.
upon seeing there were 30 minutes remaining before your first class, you threw your notebook at draco. "fuck you" you curse at him, making enzo and mattheo chuckle.
"fall for it again did you?" draco quipped, holding up your previously thrawn notebook. you only glare at him as you eat your pasta.
"did you guys hear about celine crows?" enzo whispered, hudding closer so the other peers left in the dining hall couldn't hear.
"no, what's happened with her?" draco asks, a bit uninterested as he flips through your class notes.
"she can't walk anymore." he chuckles lightly, a smug smile on his face as mattheo's lips curve into a small grin.
"i don't believe that you've already got your claws on her, she just broke up with her last fling berkshire." you say as you take another bite of pasta, then peeking at what mattheo's been reading.
"wonderful isn't it? the great berkshire strikes again." he spoke, a large, shit-eating grin on his face as strikes a ridiculous looking pose, causing you and the rest to laugh at him.
"what's the count now?" mattheo asks as he places his book into his bag, taking out his pen instead, spinning it between his fingers as he looks at enzo.
"what count? there's a count?" you question in confusion, eating one of the last three bites from your pasta.
"yep, enzo's been trying to snog girls alphabetically this month." draco answers you as you look at enzo with disgust, causing him to shrug.
"everyday i get up and think, what could enzo berkshire possibly do now and then i wonder if it'll be worse than his last conquest, and then i receive an answer like this. my god enzo, is your life that boring?" you rant at him, pointing your fork at him as you speak.
"oh come on y/n, it's not that big a deal. i enjoy it and the women do too, maybe one day i'll be able to show you why." he jokes, the same smug grin on his face as the others snicker about.
you stood up making enzo stand up as well. you then begin to chase him around the dining hall, yelling a string of curses at him for his idiotic decisions.
"come here you fucking idiot!" you yell as you dodge gryffindor's bench. enzo runs as fast as his legs could take him, then sits back down on slytherin bench with sweat dripping down his forehead.
you come up behind him and headlock him. "say that again baby and i'll make theo and draco watch your facade crumble as i choke you." you whisper ever so sweetly, even kissing his cheek to add to the menacingly sweet demeanor.
draco falls off his seat laughing whilst mattheo stays still, looking at you. "you know he has a thing for choking right?" he then says casually, making you end up just slapping enzo in the face.
"that was cruel" enzo mumbles, rubbing his bruised cheek as draco picks himself up from the ground.
"merlin, you guys have no idea how stupid you looked running around the dining hall." draco laughs, holding his chest from the pain.
"everyday i am baffled by you people." you mutter as you finish your pasta.
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( a/n: it's a new blog so i still dunno which tags to use. sorry. )
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annoyingvoidzombie · 9 months
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Happy Birthday To The Boy Who (I Still Don't Know He Did For So Long) Lived ❤️
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Moodboard of Ron Weasley.
Requested by: anon.
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adastraarts · 5 months
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My interpretation of Craig Bowker Jr. from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child! (inspired by the Part II of the wonderful fic Hide and Seek by @ardencallaway on AO3)
In other news, I hope to post more soon, I have a backlog of some cool stuff!
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herwold · 1 year
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Pandora Lovegood - moodboard
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Luna Lovegood by Maria Hideki
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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years
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Harry Potter characters who are Hufflepuff because I say so:
(I will be ignoring what Rowling says in this post)
Alastor Moody
Rubeus Hagrid
Aurora Sinistra
Charlie Weasley (“every Weasley was a Gryffi-” lalalalala)
Arthur Weasley
Alice and Frank Longbottom
Charity Burbage
Colin Creevey
Professor Grubbly-Plank
Ted Tonks (turns out his Hogwarts house was never confirmed. shocking, I know)
Amelia Bones
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ohwhpotter · 8 months
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It’s time to go back home
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