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eunoiaflow3r · 11 months

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mine - ron weasley x reader

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warning(s): language, smut

word count: 1.9k

request(ed): fic where you saw ron and Hermione getting too close so you got mad and he was angry at you and gave you a punishment + Can you do anthor ron fic where the reader got jelly because she saw hermione and ron get close so she ignores him and he gets angry and puts her in her palce

summary: Y/N gets jealous and Ron has his way of reassuring her…characters 17+

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You weren’t even the one to notice it at first. Luna was at your side while you two studied on the lawn. There was a quiz in herbology and you desperately needed her help.

“They seem quite close.” Luna comments. You follow her eyes across the way to see Ron leaning against a pillar and Hermione in front of him holding her books and laughing at a joke he undoubtedly told. He smiled brightly and you watched as she leant out her arm to touch his.

Your heart kind of dropped but then you reminded yourself that they were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t need to worry.

At dinner you sat next to him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek and had his hand on your thigh as you two ate. You talked about your day and everything was pretty normal and you forgot what happened earlier - it became irrelevant, until the next day.

You didn’t see Ron at breakfast…or Hermione. Harry told you that they were in the hall studying for his test and normally it wouldn’t bother you except for the visuals you had of them yesterday. You trusted the both of them, sure, but it didn’t stop an insecurity from growing. You aren’t the type to compare yourself to another girl, but you can admit that his recent actions are hitting some kind of nerve.

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“Hello Y/N!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fred and George came over so that you were sat in the middle of them. You were on the couch in the Gryffindor common room writing a letter to your parents.

“Hey George, Fred. What are you guys up to?”

“Bored.” Fred answers.

“Are you doing anything interesting ?” George asks.

“Just writing.” You say.

You talk to them for a while until you all looked towards the portrait as it opened. You heard giggling and waited to see who would come out - Ron and Hermione. They both carried snacks and shared a bag of crisps.

“Hmmm.” Fred hummed.

“Hmmm indeed. They look cozy.” George whispered.

They both got up at the same time and rubbed Ron’s head as they left - probably to cause trouble somewhere. Hermione waved to you before going into her room, and Ron sat in the seat next to you, offering his crisps. You decline and feel yourself become stiff.

“Missed you today.” he says, going in to kiss your neck.

You move slightly so he doesn’t get the chance. “Where were you?”

He looks confused for a second at your movement but doesn’t comment. “With Hermione…and Harry. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted today.”

You hum. “Okay. I’m going to bed.”

“Already? It’s not even late yet.”

“I’m tired Ronald. Goodnight.”

You never called him by his full name but you must admit you were irritated. Yes he’s allowed to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t have to be around you 24/7…but them being so close just made you feel weird.

The next morning you woke up late…barely slept - tossing and turning thinking about Ron and Hermione. It made you sick to your stomach how seeing the two of them made you feel. And how could you even say anything? You would seem like a bad girlfriend if you brought it up. So you wouldn’t.

When you arrived at breakfast you saw Hermione next to Ron and Harry across from Ron. Hermione was stealing food off of Ron’s plate and he would pinch her every time she tried causing her to giggle. You couldn’t watch. It just seemed so flirty to you and you couldn’t stand it.

You decided to sit next to Blaise, as you haven’t caught up with him in a while. Yes he was friends with Draco and Pansy, sworn enemies to your friends but Blaise didn’t care about any of that. You two have been close since childhood. You told him what was troubling you (quiet enough so that Draco and Pansy couldn’t hear) and he told you that your feelings were valid. That Ron seemed good enough but his actions can definitely seem off putting.

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Across the hall Ron watched as you sat next to Blaise and began to talk. He was aware of yours and his relationship but he didn’t understand why you’d rather sit next to Blaise than him. He was also confused as to why you were late to breakfast and short with him last night. It wasn’t until he saw Blaise whisper something into your ear that made you giggle that made him angry.

“Why is Y/N sitting over there?” Ron asked no one in particular.

Harry turned and saw and so did Hermione.

“That’s strange,” she commented. “I haven’t seen her much at all these past few days actually do you think she’s been with him?”

Ron didn’t like that comment. He wasn’t jealous, no, but it did irk him a bit. He’s been with Hermione and Harry…does that mean she’s been with Blaise?

When he saw you in the hall a few hours later he tried coming up and talking to you but you just gave him a quick look and walked away. That pissed him off. Now he realized what you were doing was intentional. He just couldn’t figure out why.

It happened again during your last class which you conveniently had together - you avoided him. Made sure that you always seemed to be busy in conversation with someone else so that he would look like the asshole if he interrupted. You were being coy and he knew it.

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You had managed to ignore Ron all day. That was Blaise’a advice. Yes, it was petty, but you were mad. Give him a taste of his own medicine. It hurt because you missed him, and you thought about how this might push Ron towards Hermione more but if Ron didn’t notice your absence then you shouldn’t be together.

You sat in the common room, playing a game with Luna when Ron made his way over.

He leans down so that his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You roll your eyes.

“And so what if I have? Didn’t think you’d notice anyway.”

He clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything for a moment. You got nervous but continued your game.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m playing this -“

“Y/N.”

And that’s all it took. You followed him into his room and watched as he cast a spell to lock the door. You took a seat on his bed and watched as he took his robes off and began loosening his tie.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Don’t say that. I know it’s something, don’t lie to me.”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor.

“If you can hang out with your…friend…Then I should be able to hang out with mine, right?”

Ron took a moment to thing as he leaned against his dresser so that he was sitting on it. Then it clicked for him. Hermione. Blaise.

He grinned, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.

“So, you see Hermione and I together, and instead of communicating your feelings, you decide to make me jealous and angry by hanging out and flirting with Blaise?”

“I wasn’t trying to - wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I went to him for advice.”

He shakes his head. “What I’m hearing is you don’t trust me. Don’t trust me enough be loyal and respect your, our, boundaries.

I don’t want anyone but you, and I thought we were on the same page. I love you. Don’t want anyone but you, wouldn’t even dare look at anyone else the way I look at you. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me when you’re feeling some kind of way.”

You were silent. He was right. You should have just talked to him. He would have understood.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

He nods towards his bed. “Undress please.” he comes closer as you do. “Obviously I have to show you to trust me.”

You have to admit, you were excited, but nervous.

He moves you up so that your head was on his pillows and he was in between your legs. He leans down so that his lips were right above yours and waits until you make the first move. You lift your chin up and he kisses you, hard, and passionately. His hand makes his way up to your neck and squeezes gently which makes you moan into his mouth. When he takes his hand away you whine until he pulls away and pulls your arms so that they’re above your head.

He removes his tie and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“Ron, please…”

He knew you loved to touch. Loved your fingers in his hair or on his back, around his neck. He was taking that privilege away and kissing down your neck. He took a moment to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other. When he was done, he switched sides until finally he was ready to leave more wet kisses down your body.

When he got to just below your belly button he took his thumb to rub at your clit. You moaned and tried to pull your arms away from the headboard. You wanted to touch, so bad.

“Ron, oh God.” You whined.

He kept rubbing as he back up so that he was on his stomach, arms positioned under your legs, hands on your breasts, and face near your heat.

He leans down and licks a stripe up until he gets to your clit - there he sucks until your moans turn into pleads.

You try to close your legs or move but he holds them apart as he continues the pressure against your clit. He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and tells you to suck while he starts to flick his tongue against you. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers down to gently press against your entrance.

Ron puts one finger in and you moan.

“Ron! Please, please, please, more.”

“You think you deserve more baby?” He moans into you. “Think your pussy deserves to cum tonight?”

Your whine is nearly a cry. You’re just wishing and hoping he adds another finger.

“Tell me who I belong to Y/N. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mmmm. You belong to me Ron please, more.”

“I belong to you hmmm? Say it louder, I wanna believe it.”

“Fuck, Ron, You’re mine Ron please, please, please.”

He adds another finger, and continues a steady rhythm while pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“And you belong to me baby. You’re all mine, and you’re gonna gonna cum on my fingers, okay? Want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes please Ron I wanna cum for you.”

He brings his tongue back to your pussy and begins licking your clit fast while pushing his fingers in and out of you curving them slightly as to hit your g-spot.

“I’m close Ron, fuck! I’m close, I’m close, I’m close.”

Ron practically grins against your pussy and goes faster.

“You’re close? Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy, wanna taste you on my tongue.”

He continues and you fight against the restraint as you moan loudly and cum. Your fingernails were dug into your palms and there were nearly tears in your eyes. You felt so good. He made you feel so good.

He got up so that he could untie you.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was anyone’s but yours. No one can ever compare to you. You’re forever mine, and I’m eternally yours.”

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The End😭 Goodnight y’all. I suck at endings.

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rainydayathogwarts · 9 months

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hi please could i request something with ron where he has a seggs dream about you and wakes up h3rd with you cuddling him. thank you <3

So it seems I wasn't lying and I really am in my ron era. But who am I to complaint honestly.

Warnings: sexually explicit, smut, fluff in the end kind of, embarrassed ron. creations of the dirty teen boy mind, semi public sex.

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Smut under the cut!

Ron laid flat on his back as your naked, sweaty body bounced up and down on his hard cock. You shone with sweat and your head was thrown back, letting your long hair perfectly run down your back in flawless ripples. Your tits bounced up with every move you made, and Ron reached up to squeeze them with both his hands. Both of you moaned in pleasure when Ron's cock hit your g-spot, causing your pussy to squeeze tightly around his thick length.

You brought both your hands down onto your boyfriend's abdomen, where you felt his muscles flex under his skin, and he let out a whimper, bringing both his hands up to grip your hips tight enough to leave marks.

You sped up your pace and Ron dug his head deep into the pillow behind him, and you felt his nails dig into your skin. His hips jerked up into yours frantically and just as he was about to let his load out into you - his eyes fluttered open.

Ron's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and your body was pressed against his in a spooning position. Ron immediately groaned in disappointment and discomfort when he realised that it was all a dream and that he was still hard as a rock. He unwraps his arms from your waist and tries wiggling away from you to create space between you, but you instantly flip around onto your stomach, throwing a leg over Ron's hip, while cuddling deeper into his chest.

He suppresses a moan, because despite the illusion of privacy you got from the curtains pulled around Ron's four poster bed, his four other dorm mates were probably still in their respectful beds, sleeping. Ron froze. He had no idea what to do from there. His mind races while he tries to make up his mind; should he go to the bathroom and get himself off or take care of himself right next to you. He didn't think twice, reaching into his sweatpants to free his hard-on.

Once he's shimmied his sweatpants and briefs down his thighs, he starts to relieve himself. He groans and bring his knuckles between his teeth as he tries to control his slow movements, intently staring at the way your legs are slightly spread for him. Your legs and panties are exposed, the t-shirt you borrowed from Ron riding all the way up past your hips, allowing Ron a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. His movements start to speed up, but he goes still as soon as soon as he hears a quiet "Ron?"

Your eyes are fluttering open, and your head is tilted at just the right angle that you get a perfect view of his hand tightly wrapped around his leaking cock. You blink a couple of times, allowing yourself to adjust to the rather sudden change of sleeping, to seeing your boyfriend jerking off. You look up with raised eyebrows at your boyfriend's face, which has suddenly gone all red, and can't help but giggle slightly.

You reach down to replace his hand and mutter to him "Here, let me take care of you", and he does. The hand previously on his cock reaches up under his your shirt to grip your waist and his second arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer to him as if it would suppress him moans. Ron bites his lip and throws his head back, grunting quietly and you put a hand on his abdomen as if it would help, but it only causes Ron to desperately whine.

"Ron." You say again, but only this time it's in a warning tone, and Ron tries stifling the noises he makes by biting your shoulder. You gasp quietly and increase the pace on Ron's dick. A harsh tug on your hair makes you look up at him only for Ron to slam his lips onto yours. You feel the muscles in his lower stomach contracting which never fail to tell you he's close and bring that hand down to focus on his red tip. This has his hips frantically humping up into your hand as he releases onto the sheets and pretty much everywhere else.

Once he's ridden out his orgasm and is safe from releasing any other inappropriate sounds, he breaks the kiss. He's red in the face and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath, but a shy smile still finds itself on his face, and he tries to hide his embarrassment by burying his face into your chest. You giggle, both your hands starting to play with his ginger hair, the unspoken question floating in the air.

"I had a dream." He finally admits and you look down at him, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. His arms wrap around your torso once more and he rolls onto his stomach, and you move so he's now resting between your legs, his head laying on your stomach as you play with his hair. "Well you might just have to have those more often"

"No you won't!" A voice interrupts, which you recognise as Harry's, essentially ruining the moment. Ron's face flushes again and he groans, even as you laugh in shock.

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delimeats-000 · 7 months

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Princess

✧ fred weasley x fem!reader ✧

summary: Ron brings home a “friend” for Bill and Fluer’s wedding, and Fred just wants to help y/n with her dress.

warnings: sexual but not quite smut

requested.

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“You ready yet?”

“Almost!”

ron brought me as some sort of date to his older brother’s wedding.

“Are you sure it’s ok that i’m here, Ronald?”

“Yes, y/n. Mum is happy to finally meet you.”

I sigh softly.

“Listen, i’m going to head down to get some snacks and maybe that’ll relax you a bit.”, ron says holding my arms.

i nod,”Yeah, alright, thanks.”

he nods and walks away.

minutes go by, as i stand in the mirror looking to tie up my dress, i think i hear ron’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Hey, can you come here and tie up my dress, please.”

“Of course, princess.”

i look up, it’s fred. he looks good, just how you left him.

“Fred.”, just a simple acknowledgment, nothing more.

“Hey there.”

his dumb, smug smile. i’ve missed it.

he ties my dress.

“All done, princess.”

“Thanks.” i say quiet and frantic.

i try to put on my heels ad quick as possible. bent over and falling he grabs my waist, stopping me in my tracks.

“Look at me.” he lifts my chin with a single finger.

“Yes?”

“What’s the hurry princess? Reception’s not for an hour.”

“I need to go find Ron. He was supposed to come help me.”

“Well, Ron is busy. Luckily for you im here.”

“I’m not here for you, Freddy. Ronald invited me, not you.”

“Oh come on, princess, dont do that to me. I’m here to help you, i’m at your command.”

he moves closer, his left hand still on my waist while his right reaches to hold my head up toward him.

“Fred. You left me.”

“Im here now. I’m here for you.”

and he kisses me.

i cant help but kiss back. i can feel his hands all over me, he lifts me up and drops me onto ron’s bed. his lips sloppily kissing mine and slowly moving down to my neck. his teeth are sinking into my skin and i can feel it turning purple.

his hands are moving up under my dress. he stops.

“Tell me what you need princess.”

“Freddy.”, i say in a stern tone.

“Yes ma’am.” as he goes back to kissing me.

just as his hands reach my core…

“FRED!”

ron calls.

“Shit!”

“Shh princess, YEAH!” his pointer finger to his lips.

“COME DOWN AND HELP PUT UP THE TENT!”

“COMING!”, he looks to me, winking. “When im back, you will be too, princess.”

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i hope this was good🥲, love you🫶.

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Can’t Stay Away (1)

Out of all of the wizarding kids Harry’s best friends could’ve been, why did it need to be a Weasley?

George Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hello! I’m back to writing! I’ve been in a huge Harry Potter phase recently. So...I’m doing some come back writing with a multi-part story! Enjoy!!

Warnings: Some swearing, enemies to lovers. Some back and forth between characters! No use of Y/N

Out of all of the wizarding kids' Harry’s best friends could’ve been, why did it need to be a Weasley?

Don’t get me wrong, the Weasley’s are a lovely family. Molly treats me with warmth as she would another daughter. Arthur would send me owl after owl questioning me on muggle happenings. Whenever I could see Charlie and Bill it was always pleasant. Percy would be tolerable at best. Fred constantly dropped flowers off in my dorm room yet always denied it. Ron confided in me and trusted me with anything regarding Harry. Ginny was almost like a little sister to me, I’d braid her hair and she showed me how to sew.

George?

Where do I begin?

Since we began our first year, he found a way to get under my skin. Literally. Once a spell he meant to cast on Filch backfired and lead me to the uncomfortable feeling of movement under my skin for 3 weeks. A time after that, he’d stained my silk scarf gifted to me by Harry when we were small. If you add on the act that he’s loud, disruptive, unruly, and barbaric; he’s a total unlikeable package!

The worst of it? The time he broke my pearl necklace during a failed escape from Snape after a prank. He’d collided with me right by the corridor closest to the Great Hall. Our chests collided violently and he pushed himself away. Unfortunately taking my necklace with him. The same necklace that my Mom had gifted to me when I was around 3. The last thing I had to remind me of her. The closest thing I had to her.

Fred had begged and pleaded with me to forgive George. Damage was done.

And since, I haven’t had a pleasant experience with him. Yet I find myself at the Weasley’s crumbling house every summer. It’s become a routine since we left the Dursleys. I’d room with Ginny, while Harry would stay with Ron. It worked out perfectly. Ginny and I would find ourselves sitting in the glowing sun helping Molly with the gardening. I found it quite peaceful. Us three stuck together a lot considering the amount of testosterone that lived in the Burrow. We’d sit in the same corner of the wobbly, patchy wood dinner table that sat in the middle of the cramped dining room. We’d share tea and Molly would educate us on the proper ways to crochet or knit.

Harry was surrounded by the lively Weasley boys. I never see them repeating a single task during the day, always onto something new. They’ll have practice quidditch matches during midday. Harry and Ron always manage to be on the same team, much like Fred and George. They’d move onto roughhousing near the garden patch, leading to a solid scolding done by Molly. I’d never missed the few occasions the boys would disappear for hours, only to return muddy and worn.

Today was no different.

“Oi, boys! What have I said about you lot wrestling in the mud! I absolutely refuse to clean this laundry. Fred and George. First to the showers! You’re helping us with dinner this evening!” Molly shouted at the returning group from just behind a small berry bush sitting outside the kitchen window.

Fred scoffed, throwing his pale arms into the air. “Mum! We were having fun, Harry learned some new moves!”

Nevertheless, the twins disappeared inside.

“I don’t know what I’ll do with those two boys. Always dabbling into trouble.” Molly turned to me, pushing a small ginger back curl with her forearm.

The sun was just beginning to set, creating a soft pink and orange hue in the sky. Whenever sunsets like this happened, they made me smile. Orange was a happy color. It reminded me of the Weasley family no matter the hassle they added to your lives. The Weasleys were my found family. Whenever a tough day happened and a sunset like this followed, I couldn’t help but picture the zany family bouncing in the sky.

I barely realized I was spacing out before a tall figure appeared to the right of me.

George.

I looked over to my left, where he stood next to me. He was wearing a periwinkle tee that wasn’t shy highlighting the slight muscle tone in his arms. George’s fiery hair was messy and wet. Some pieces clung to his forehead, while others stuck up like bedhead. Small freckles dusted his nose, adding a pop of color to his otherwise pale face.

“What’s got your focus?” He spoke softly. The kitchen was bustling with life, a few Weasleys and Harry running to help with supper. I was assigned to snap the ends of the fresh green beans we had grown. George picked up a few from the pile in front of me and began assisting.

“Nothing too important.”

“Seems it.” He pushed.

I tilt my head slightly in his direction. His tall frame is balanced on the aged kitchen counted by his hip. George’s legs were crossed, his patched white ankle socks slightly revealing themselves from underneath his discolored red pajamas.

“What’s it to you, Weasley?”

The sharp corners of his mouth perk into a smirk. “I can’t help but notice I’m the only one you call Weasley. I live in a house full of Weasleys. Yet Ron is Ron. Percy is Percy. Bill is Bill. But I’m Weasley.” I finally turn my head fully in his direction. His smirk is still prevalent on his face. I wanted to smack it off of him.

“Congratulations.” I sassed.

George snapped an end of a green bean off, tossing it in his mouth. “Someone is awfully snippy today,” He whispered. “Harry get some mud on your scarf?” The smirk he had been wearing never left his face. It sat, proud. What an asshole.

Thankfully, Molly had swiped me away to set the dinner table. The table, obviously repaired to expand its area, was rough and bumpy. There were a few times I’d assisted Harry and Ron with splinters they gained from the old piece of furniture. It was wobbly. What some would consider run down, I’d call it well loved. The original table dawned a dark oak color. The staining darkened the color and once made the woodwork shine. The first addition to the table was some leftover wood from Molly’s garden boxed. It was a birch slab nailed onto the original table. When a table cloth covered the table, a large dip was noticeable due to the level difference. The legs were also constructed with scrap pieces, causing one leg to be longer than the other. Yet, it still held the original charm the initial table was blessed with.

Molly had handed me an emerald green table cloth to cover the rugged surface. The various sets of worn china decorated the tabletop. Small ivory plates decorated with cornflowers were scattered on the table. While Arthur and Molly’s seats had the older, cream and rose plates they loved. Molly’s mother had gifted the couple with this set of dinnerware after their wedding. It definitely didn’t go unappreciated.

As the family settled down for dinner, conversations varied from Harry’s dream last night to Ron’s rat eating a hole through Percy’s special prefect robes.

“That damn rat needs some bloody training. He’s the worst behaved Weasley! And that’s counting Ron! Do you have any idea how much those robes cost?” Percy whined, gripping his chipped metal fork. His thin eyebrows furrowed, causing a horrible wrinkle on his forehead.

Ron shoved a slab of chicken breast into his mouth. “The school gave them to you.” He spoke with his mouth full. Thin pieces of chicken slipped out of his mouth while speaking.

Percy glared at Ron.

“They’re priceless.”

I giggled at Ron’s antics, him joining me. Percy began ranting about how his position of power made Ron jealous and that’s why he sent Scabbers to go chew a hole in the hood of the robe. While rambling, he flailed his frail arms into the air; nearly smacking Fred in the process. Fred dodged the hit dramatically while scoffing.

“Oi, can you watch where you’re swinging those muscles? I get you’ve been doing 5 push-ups every night but spare us from your fury,” The older twin snickered. The dim yellow lights of the Burrow cast a shadow down his face. His brow bones shadowed his chocolate eyes. From this angle, he could’ve been mistaken for one of those cheap muggle Halloween statues.

Percy didn’t take this comment lightly. He shut up quickly and began rapidly eating his food. Occasionally, he’d mumble something under his breath and glare at Ron.

“Dear brother I think you hurt poor Percy’s feelings!” George gasped. He raised his hands to his cheeks and feigned a shocked expression. Slight chuckles could be heard from Ginny beside me. “I demand at once that you apologize to my esteemed relative. If you don’t, I fear your food may be coming out from the other end!” George’s fake expression was replaced by a boyish grin. If you looked closely, you just see the tiniest dimple on both corners of his mouth.

“Thank you, Geor-” Percy began.

“My brother cannot help the brute strength that he gets from being part cyclops! It already ruins his self-esteem enough that he looks like one. Do not begin to make him fear using his true strength around those he’s supposed to feel safe around.” The entire table of Weasley’s erupted in laughter, excluding Molly. Ginny’s face could match her hair color. I could’ve sworn I saw tears falling from the corners of Fred’s eyes. I laughed too, I can’t lie about that. I’ve always found Percy to be tightly wound and in need of a serious laugh every once in a while.

As I wiped the falling tears from my face, I glanced across the table. George was staring right at me. We made brief eye contact before I broke it, bringing my eyes to the meal in front of me.

Shit. I laughed at George Weasley’s joke. I broke my front.

Dinner otherwise was rather peaceful. Of course, Molly scolded both twins for picking on their older brother. Arthur included himself in the punishment too. I’m assuming it was to cover up the fact that he slammed the table laughing in reaction to the conversation. Molly definitely saw it though. She was just letting him off easy. Percy left the table the second he finished his plate. As he stomped up the stairs, Ginny heard him grumbling about how Fred and George would soon get a reality check. Soon after that, a nearby door slam shook the Burrow.

As the evening continued, members of the Weasley family dropped like flies. Ginny was the first to go to bed. Eventually, Fred and Harry followed. Molly and Arthur disappeared without a word. Ron sat with me by the fireplace for a while.

The familiar warmth of the Weasley fireplace was always comforting to me. I spent hours tutoring Ron and Harry on charms homework during cold winter nights by the fireplace. I experienced my first heartbreak here. 2nd year, after Clarence Hillbox broke up with me the day before the summer break. Molly sat with me all day, comforting me and telling me about Arthur’s first fight.

“He had shattered my father’s vase! He was meeting my family. He tried teaching my younger brother the wonders of muggle ‘baseball’. Somehow in the mix, a ball flew in the opposite direction straight through the den window! Completely shattered the family heirloom that had been in the family for over 800 years!”

I sniffled. “Did he make it up to you? Or your Dad?”

Molly’s familiar smile appeared on her round face. “Well, he tried. He took me to a muggle pottery barn to paint a new one. He paid for the costs, and let me do anything my heart desired. He was the one to pick it up from the barn and brought it to my Dad. Obviously, he was still hurt but he appreciated it.”

Ron and I sat in silence for a while, staring at the yellow and orange flames that danced on the charred logs. Then I felt the couch dip to my right.

“Hope I’m not interrupting something.” The loudest, and younger of the twins broke the silence.

Silently, Ron stood up and left the room. Not a ‘goodbye’ or a ‘goodnight’ left his mouth. His soft footsteps could be heard above my head, walking quickly to his room. Great. Now Weasley and I are left alone.

I clear my throat, “Not exactly. My scowl must’ve been present on my face, as his face dropped slightly once he looked at me. “I was just hanging out with your brother. Obviously, he had other plans. So now I’m left alone.” My hands were fidgeting with the hems of my sleep shorts. There were a few frayed strings that stuck out from the sides.

“But I’m here.”

“Take the hint, Weasley.” I groaned, pulling the sides of my shorts out in frustration. He chuckled softly, turning his head to look at the fire. However, his arm had other plans. It snaked its way behind the back of the plush couch. His pink knuckles sitting inches from my cheekbone. I turned my head slightly, to see exactly how he was sitting. As he obviously wasn’t getting up. His broad-shouldered form sat comfortably on the seat. His left ankle was balanced on his right though, legs forming a perfect 4. Due to his arms being raised, his shirt lifted a little. A small blue boxer line peeked out from under his pajama bottoms.

“I can’t stand you.” He said.

I frown. “Yet you can’t seem to leave me alone.

“Touche.”

And for the first time ever, I didn’t want to smack George Weasley across the face.

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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Blood Purity

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader Summary - As Y/n's family is picked to host the next pure-blood party, her and Draco form an unlikely connection. Warnings - Mentions of violence, smoking Words - 1.8K

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They happened every occasion. Every bloody thing. Christmas? Pure blood party. A new year? Pure blood party. A quidditch event? Pure blood party. Lucious just got promoted? Pure blood party.

Well, maybe not that last one, but there certainly wasn't a party where Lucious Malfoy didn't forget to mention his most recent positive feedback on his work. And Y/n would always have to stand there, flash a smile and bite her words which screamed at her throat. There were few people Y/n got along with at these pure-blood parties.

Correction: She got on with zero of them.

Most of them were older couples whose kids had already broken off from their family's mania or newly wed couples who were desperate to have some sort of social group. Everyone held their chins up high, pointed their pinkies and pretend as if conversation wasn't a battle of the most pretentious. Y/n got threatened to come along to every single on of them. Her parents were determined to make sure their family's blood line was kept pure - not that Y/n had any bother for it.

But there came one day, a dreaded day which Y/n was certain would come, when they were seated in the kitchen. It was just her and her mother. Y/n had her nose between a book while her mother was left cooking their breakfast. It was a tranquil Sunday morning of which Y/n sought an escape in. How wrong she had been to think that.

Her father hummed as he wandered into the kitchen, a piece of parchment sitting in his grip. "Letter?" Questioned her mother.

He nodded and glanced up. "Lucious. Wants us to host the next pure-blood event." He informed.

Y/n's head snapped to him, pulling herself from the different reality the book had provided her. "What?" The word slipped out from her lips. She peeked over at her mother, "Does that mean we have to have it here? Like have all of them at our house?"

"They are our friends." Her father corrected in that snooty tone that he shared with said friends.

"We could always hire some place out, but I see no reason to." Her mother thought. "Suppose we just need to make sure the house elves get everything tidy for it." She flashed a smile and Y/n felt it taunted her.

It was at this night, before people started arriving, that she wished, she prayed, she had the strength in her to run from this house. Y/n had been an observer of many who had done it before her. They were all of a similar age and they were all dragged along to the pure-blood events and made to treat it like prophecy. Yet this prophecy was growing thin - as was Y/n's patience with it all.

She liked the quiet corners at pure blood parties. She especially liked them because they were empty and, key word, they were quiet. However, at a party in which she was the host family, there were no quiet corners, just many, many maniacs who wanted to give their every opinion on your life.

"Oh, Y/n!" Called her mother, standing a few meters from her by the font door. "Come over!" She instructed.

Y/n nodded and hid behind a pleasant expression, she took a long sip from her glass and did as her mother told her. "It's the Malfoys." She whispered as her and her father stood idle in the doorway. "Make a good impression, yes? Might just help our families reputation."

She glanced away as the family of three, a family which seemed to reflect her own, walked with purpose towards the entrance. "As always." Y/n replied to her mother.

"Lucious!"

The white-haired man flashed a grin and they shared a man-hug. The type of hug which was sluggish and lacked any sentiment. "Y//d/n," Said Lucious as he pulled away. "It's good to see you."

Her mother greeted and welcomed Narcissa into their home. And within moments, they were whisked away, bubbling away at conversations concerning work or catching up on the latest updates of anything pure-blood related. Y/n made her usual half glance at Draco. Followed by a half smile before the boy dawdled inside.

The two, unlike their parents, weren't quite friends. They were more like...forced acquaintances.

Y/n had the understandable belief that Draco Malfoy was a carbon copy of his father. He was an egotistical, blood superior twat. To put it in short anyway. And from what Y/n had heard of the boy's time at Hogwarts and what she had experienced for herself, that definition wasn't far from the truth.

From there, the two slipped inside and paid no attention to the other for the rest of the night. Well, at least that was how the pure-blood parties usually went. Tonight, however, was different.

Around a few hours in, Y/n had become to grow tiresome. So, rather than avoid everyone who dared to even look at her, she slipped away into her own room. She unlocked her window, gathering a cigarette and a lighter from her side. She stuck close to the window ledge and slipped the cigarette between her lips. With a flicker of light and a sharp inhale, for a moment the girl could pretend as if there weren't a party of blood superiors downstairs waiting for her.

Her tranquillity only lasted for a minute. Almost exactly. Her bedroom door had swung open and she'd stiffened, jumping to turn and face who had caught her. Y/n wasn't meant to smoke. She wasn't meant to do anything which could ever be classed as deviant, or dare ruin her and her family's reputation.

Though, she calmed slightly when she faced Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy who's only source of power was whining. "Sorry," He muttered through a tense tone. "I'm just looking for-"

"The toilet?" She raised her brow as she finished his words for him.

He looked to her and nodded stiffly. Y/n huffed, put out the cigarette and chucked it out the window before wandering over towards her doorway. "You're such a strange one, Malfoy." She commented as she led the way down the hallway towards a bathroom.

The blonde boy scoffed, "And you're not is that?" He retaliated. The girl halted and faced him, indicating for him to continue and explain his words. "Oh, come on, Y/l/n, I've been waiting for the day when I turn up to one of these stupid things and you're not here anymore. Listen to whatever lie your parents make up for you running off."

If only, Y/n had thought, but chose it best not voice it. "I doubt I'd be very much missed."

It was a passing comment that she made before continuing to lead the way towards the bathroom. A passing comment of which she hadn't expected Draco to pick up. "Well, I'll sure miss having someone who looks just as miserable as me." He had said as if it were casual.

Y/n had no chance to question it before the boy slipped into the bathroom and the door was shut on her. Her brows knitted and her shoulders fell. Draco Malfoy: maybe not so much like his father as Y/n had made him out to be.

His words echoed her mind. They seemed to be taunting her. Even after she had stopped lingering around upstairs and returned to her place in the midst of the pure-blood society, she couldn't stop thinking over it again. It was swirling around her head and her gaze seemed to follow Draco whenever he came into sight.

It soon came unbearable. Before she realised it, she was walking back over to him. The boy was standing alone, leaning against a wall with a glass of something bubbly in his hand. He straightened up slightly at the sight of the girl, "Come to call me strange again, Y/l/n?" He sneered.

She bypassed his question as nothing more than Draco Malfoy's ability to be insolent. "What you said earlier, about the day when I might not be here anymore, what did you-" She chose not to finish her words. There was no telling if Malfoy was about to running off telling Mummy about Y/n's lack of loyalty to blood purity.

"What gave me that impression?" He finished for her and she nodded. "I suppose whenever I look at you, I see myself." Draco wasn't sure about his words. He wasn't sure if Y/n would truly listen to them. But he took a risk and glanced over at her, finding that she was just as interwind with his words as he was.

"Very poetic, Malfoy." She commented before taking a peek around them as if it were safe for them to be speaking of this. Which, in honesty, it probably wasn't. "So, do you mean to say, you want the same? You want to leave all this? The pure blood mania?"

The blonde boy had almost scoffed. "Of course I do." He told her as if that had meant to be obvious. "Couldn't you tell? Why else did you think I was miserable all the time?"

She shrugged, "Just thought you were a bit of prat." Maybe that was something Y/n should have kept to herself, but since they were in a roll with the truth, it slipped her tongue. "So why haven't you? If you seem so keen on my departure."

Once more, a scoff came from Draco. "Have you met my parents?"

Something which was instantly countered back with: "Have you met mine?"

"Y/n, they barely let me leave the house without them. The ideals of pure blood is falling, quickly. They'd hate for me to fall with. It's held together by a thin piece of string. They- they know that the more people leave, the finer that string gets before it all breaks down completely." He took a breath and Y/n found herself gripped to his every saying. "They don't care much for me anymore. They just care that I help keep their 'upstanding' reputation. I don't get much choice, don't get much of anything really."

The girl couldn't seem to believe it, but the words coming from the mouth of Draco Malfoy were pulling at her heartstrings. Before she even realised it, her mind was conjuring on a plan of which she wasn't sure of. "So you're telling me that you don't really have much responsibilities? You don't have many things to leave behind?"

His brows raised, successfully pulled into whatever Y/n was cooking up. "Where are you going with this, Y/l/n?" He questioned.

Once more, she scanned the area before deeming it safe and leaning in slightly. "I have a suitcase in my room, packed with the essentials. By the sounds of things, I'm willing to bet you have one too."

She watched him carefully through a deep gaze. But he nodded subtly. "Meet you outside in ten?" He suggested and she agreed.

And so they both followed through in their plan. In the midst of a pure-blood party itself, two young, almost brainwashed, wizards slipped away from the mania. They chose that night to make history, their own history.

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l0nelylibra · 2 years

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𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙

𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙: 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠): 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.7𝑘 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼´𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦)

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Early mornings were never something you and George enjoyed. Of course, on weekdays there was no possibility for the two of you to spend a lazy morning in bed, just laying content in each other's arms while the rays of the early sun painted the sky in beautiful colors. Those mornings were for weekends and holidays and even then there was no guarantee you two could sleep in.

Though, since today was Sunday, it surprised you even more when you opened your eyes, slowly adjusting to the bright light in the room, only to find the other side of your shared bed empty. Sure, nowadays lazy mornings were not guaranteed, even on weekends but waking up in an entirely empty bed was new, even to you. That's when a loud thud from outside the bedroom tore you out of your thoughts.

Carefully getting out of bed and walking out into the hallway, you tried not to be too loud. Whatever your idiot husband was up to, you'd catch him in the act.

"Shhh princess we don't want to wake your mother up do we?"

"Sorry daddy.", you recognized your husband and daughters' voices coming from the kitchen.

Carefully tiptoeing around the corner, you were met with a sight that made it hard to stifle your laugh. Your daughters' small giggles echoed through the apartment at the sight of her father covered from head to toe in flour, including the kitchen floor and even some on her bright red hair.

"Oh, so you find this funny huh?", George grinned at the 4-year-old who was covering her laugh with her tiny hands, obviously finding great fun in seeing her dad full of flour after she "accidentally" knocked it over.

She let out little squeals of joy when her dad picked her up into his arms only to tickle her side. The sight of it nearly made your heart melt. Seeing George so happy with your little girl was everything you had ever dreamed of. The thought of it alone was what kept you sane back at Hogwarts when you went through tough times. You had dreamed of spending your life with the only person who made you feel safe. Who made you feel like you could be yourself and no matter what would come, what would change, as long as he was by your side it would all turn out fine.

George had proposed to you a while back. Things started out a little complicated when he and Fred first opened the joke shop, the stress and many customers keeping you two apart definitely had some doubts coming up from both sides, but it was nothing long conversations in the evening over dinner and compromises didn't change.

"I'm just tired of it George. I never see you. You leave the house before I wake up and come home after I'm already asleep. I don't even remember when we last had dinner together!", you complained, turning over to face your husband, who had once again arrived late, not expecting you to still be up.

"I get that but you can't blame me for doing my job. This joke shop is everything I've ever dreamed of it's my priority I-"

"I should be your priority, George, I'm your girlfriend! Please, I just... I really miss you, okay? I want to be with you I want to spend my life with you. But this-", you pointed between him and you, "this is not how I want us to to spend our time together."

There was a brief moment of silence in which neither of you spoke. You were beginning to think George was about to argue back until you heard a heavy sigh fall from his lips.

"You're right. I'm sorry, you're right I just- I finally did what everybody told me I could never archieve. The shop is going great and it makes me so proud to prove everyone wrong who didn't think it would work out. I guess I just kind of got lost in it I'm sorry darling.", he took a step closer to you, pulling you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you firmly. "I'm sorry-", he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. "I'll talk to Fred and make sure I get home earlier, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

George always used to stay late in the shop, but since Violet was born, and you just announced your second pregnancy a few months ago George had made sure to take some time off during weekdays and him and Fred had hired Ron to occasionally help out in the shop. Two years after the opening you had asked him to officially move in with you.

"What's that for?" George picked up the key out of the small box, a confused frown covering his face.

"Darling when you said my Christmas present was going to make me speechless, I was picturing something a little...bigger. No offense."

"Georgie, you're an idiot." Resisting the urge to face-palm you took the key out of his hand, only to reach into your back pocket to pick out an identical one.

"So... we got matching keys? That's..cool?" An almost annoyed sigh left your lips together with a chuckle, your boyfriend's obliviousness was almost too adorable.

"I bought an apartment. It is much bigger than my old one. Has three bedrooms and a bigger kitchen because I know how much you love cooking." George still looked at you, having no clue what you were hinting at, waiting to finish your sentence.

"I'm asking you to move in with me you dumbass." There was no sign left of the before present frown on his face, instead a huge smile took over his features. Not a grin, not a smirk, a real, happy, loving smile.

"Why didn't you just say that?! Yes, love, I'd be the happiest man in the world to move in with you." He caressed your face with both his hands gently while pressing his lips to yours, the smile still evident on his blushing face.

"Mommy help me!" Violet giggled when she spotted you in the corner watching with a grin spread across your face. As if on command George quickly let Violet down.

"She started. I'm innocent.", he walked over to you as he took your hands into his.

"Of course.",you laughed before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Violet clinging to your thigh made you pull back for a moment, the toddler obviously wanting your attention just as much. "And who do we have here?" You smiled down at her.

"Morning mommy," she grinned before her gaze wandered to your growing bump "good morning baby.", she whispered while her small hands were hovering over your stomach.

Violet had just as much of a habit of speaking to your unborn child as George did. He would often read to you in bed, one hand on your stomach, sometimes just resting his head on it to hear the baby's heartbeat or feel it kick, and whenever it did, it made George's entire day.

"There it did it again! That's so awesome did you see that?!"

"Yes, George that thing is inside of me it would be rather weird if I wouldn't." you smiled at your husband's excitement. You would never get tired of seeing him so excited of starting his own little family.

"And may I ask what all this is?", you gestured to the flour covered, once wooden floor, which now looked as if a bunch of snowmen had died in your kitchen.

"Your little devil here was convinced she could pour the flour into the cup by herself. And after half of it landed in the cup, the rest landed on my head, and then on the floor."

You would've rolled your eyes at his statement, but it was hard to prevent a smile when he looked at you with such innocent eyes.

"And why did you bring the little devil into the kitchen in the first place?"

"Because daddy always makes it wrong!" Violet giggled, answering for your husband.

George fake gasped at her statement. "I'm offended! I thought you said my food is so much better than your moms."

You too turned your head to Violet, with raised eyebrows, who switched between looking at you and George, not sure whose side to pick.

"As much as I would love to continue this discussion, and I do, but honey your mom is probably already waiting for us, and you still haven't made the cookies. And the kitchen is still a mess.", you sighed.

“I only didn´t get to make the cookies yet because I was sabotaged!”, he pointed to Violet who was now hiding behind your legs, using your (george´s) sweater to stifle her laugh. If you didn´t know it any better you would assume to have two toddlers walking around in your kitchen right now.

At least once a month the Weasleys organized a family breakfast, everyone always making sure to bring something with them. This weekend you and George had volunteered to make some of your famous chocolate cookies. Even if you knew the chances of Ron eating half of them before everyone else even arrived were pretty high.

With one flick of his wand George cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and on himself.

"Alright you-" you pointed to George "cookies. And you little devil-" you picked up Violet "you're going to help mommy pick out a nice dress for you, okay?"

"Can I wear the one with the red spots?"

"You mean the strawberries?" Violet nodded her head in excitement.

"Of course, sweetie come on." You pressed one last kiss to your husband before walking down the hallway to Violet's room.

This was perfection. Your daughter in your arms, another miracle on the way, together with a perfect husband who loved you endlessly. You couldn't wish for anything better. This was your life, your chaotic, messy, sweet life with a toddler for a husband, and a little troublemaker as daughter, your dream life. And you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

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astronova-00 · 2 years

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*This is a part of my Snupin oneshot book over on Wattpad that I publish around a year or so ago. And have decided to make them available here on Tumblr!

Late Night Laughs

It was late at night and there were soft laughs that echoed the narrow halls of the school. A few students still roamed the halls as they were going back to their dorms from a late night of studying or even just reading at the library. Why did they go through the dungeons? Who knew? As the students walked down the halls, they all stopped when they continued to hear the laughs from the one and only Professor Snape's potions classroom.

"Is that slimy git actually laughing?" A question flew out from a Ronald Weasley, and his comment earned him a hard smack on the back of his head from a Hermione Granger.

"Ronald, don't call Professor Snape that. It's very rude." Hermione had scolded Ron, who looked back at her in a weird disbelief.

"Before this turns into another fight that I'm usually in the middle of, shall we figure out who captured Professor Snape and replaced him with a human being?" Harry blurted out, not wanting this small conversation to turn into something bigger.

The two red hairs nodded their heads and followed a few students who had the same idea as they did. The several footsteps echoed from wall to wall and grew softer as they reached the Potions' classroom. Chatter apprised among them, but stopped when they heard someone say something.

"Wolf, I am disappointed that you think that I could be jubilant." Severus' soft voice came muffled from the door but most of the students were able to catch what he was saying.

"He said, 'Wolf I am disappointed that you think that I could be jubilant' for those who didn't hear it." A seventh year named Everly said.

Many quiet thanks could be heard for Everly, but once again went silent to continue eavesdropping on Severus and whomever was this 'Wolf' persons' conversation.

"Sev, I never said that and you know it. Always with the dramatics."

"I am not dramatic, perhaps realistic. But Remus, one of us has to be..." Severus mumbled before letting an audible 'ouch' from most likely Remus slapping his chest.

"Remus? As in Remus Lupin? Our DADA Professor?" A student wondered out loud.

"Professor Snape and Professor Lupin are talking together?" Another student from the little huddle said, which a small group of girls giggled to.

"Why would Remus be talking to Professor Snape?" Harry wondered, as he turned to 'Mione and Ron.

"I have no idea, and I'd rather not find out. It's really none of our business with what our Professor's private life are." 'Mione huffed out, with her face matching the fiery red of her tangled hair.

"Come on, the worst they could do is give us detention." Ron exasperated, as if it was the world's simplest thing to say.

"You guys can stay here if you want, but we have to get to our dorms. It's way past curfew and I don't want to get detention again." Everly ranged out, taking the rest of the gathering in tow and leading them down the hall hopefully going up the stairs to their dorms.

Before the three of them could answer a loud chuckle could be heard loud and clear throughout the door.

"SEVERUS-S S-TOP IT...I YEILD-D...YIELD.." The three of them heard Remus laugh out, most likely from being tickled from Severus.

"Is Professor Snape....tickling....Professor Lupin?" 'Mione asked as if it was such a sin to say out loud.

"I don't know if I should..." Is all they could hear from whatever Severus had said.Small pants could be heard, as someone let out a dark chuckle sending shivers down Harry's back as if he had heard it before.

"Does my poor Remus need water?-Shall we go get some for you?-Would that make you feel better?" Severus joked as if he was speaking to a child.

"Shut up...but yes, we should...I need high maintenance."

"Don't I know it. And stop punching me, Remus."

Footsteps could be heard getting closer to the door, and the Golden Trio scrambled to get away from the door not wanting to get caught listening into a private conversation.

Severus opened the door and let Remus go ahead first and mumbled a quiet 'Ladies first,' which once again earned Remus another punch on the shoulder.

"If I get another bruise and Poppy finds out. I am blaming you." Severus huffed out, before looking down the hall as if he knew someone (or somebody's) were out there. "Alright, who's out there? No need to hide, I could hear your footsteps."

"Love, who cares. Let's just go to the kitchen." Remus said, trying to drag him away down the hall the other way.

"Fine, Wolf." Severus sneered, taking Remus' hand and walking with him.

A few minutes have passed as Harry, Hermione, and Ron let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.

"I wish we didn't eavesdrop on them. I am now traumatized." Ron pouted.

"Oh now, you wish for it. Whatever! Hopefully a good night's rest will help us forget about this?" Hermione somewhat hopefully said, slapping her hand over her face.

"I don't think in the next hundred years, will I ever forget this." Harry laughed, as he grabbed both 'Mione and Ron's hands, dragging the three of them to their dorms, having had enough of this night.

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cloudybarnes · 3 years

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warm baths

Pairing: cedric diggory x reader

Summary: after having an incredibly stressful day, cedric takes it into his own hands to make you feel better

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: wayyy too many pet names

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Everything that could go wrong did.

Your alarm never went off in the morning, so you completely missed breakfast, and you were incredibly late to your first class.

Because you were late, you got 10 points off of your house, which made your other house members angry at you.

You forgot to do your homework for your second class, so you got a scheduled detention during dinner.

During lunch, you couldn’t find Cedric anywhere, so you ate by yourself which just made you sad. After the day you had up to that point, you really needed his comfort, but he was nowhere to be found.

When you went to throw out your garbage, Malfoy bumped into you and made you spill all over yourself. His satisfied smirk was still ingrained into your mind.

Your last few classes were thankfully uneventful, but you sat by yourself since your best friend had been transferred to a different schedule.

Since you got detention, you weren’t able to go to the great hall and eat dinner, you had to bring it to your professor’s room and eat in silence for an hour.

By the time your detention was over, the day was also concluding. You only had thirty minutes until curfew hit, so you just decided to go to your common room and sleep the day off.

You fought back tears as you walked into your common room, so frustrated with how the day turned out.

“Hi, darling.”

You lifted your eyes from the ground and saw your boyfriend sitting alone on the couch in your common room.

You sniffled and ran to him. Cedric stood up and easily welcomed you into his arms. Finally wrapped up in your loved one, you let your tears flow freely.

“What happened today, my love?” He softly asked as he ran his hand over your head, pulling you closer into his chest.

“I just had a really bad day, Ced,” you whimpered, your fists clenching onto his shirt so he wouldn’t let you go.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He gently encouraged, his hands making their way down to your back to rub calming circles into your skin.

You shook your head, “just wanna be with you. You weren’t at lunch today and I missed breakfast and dinner, so I didn’t see you at all.”

“I’m sorry, pumpkin, I was in the library studying for my herbology exam.” He apologized, his arms grasping you even tighter. “I should have been there for you, especially when I noticed you weren’t at breakfast.”

“You couldn’t have possibly known,” you mumbled into his chest, your cries significantly less than before.

Cedric gently pushed you away from him and held onto your shoulders. You gazed up at him with curious eyes.

“I know just the thing that will make you feel better.” Cedric softly smiled, and trailed his hands down your arms to hold your hand.

He pulled you from the common room up to the girls hall.

“Ced, what are we doing?” You asked as he pushed open the door to your room. Cedric had been in your room many times before, even though it wasn’t exactly allowed.

He ignored your question and pulled you into your conjoined bathroom. You sniffled as he flipped the light on and opened up the shower curtain.

He turned the warm water on and put the plug in the tub to keep the water in.

“We’re taking a bath?” You quietly questioned as you rubbed your tired eyes.

Cedric smirked with a light chuckle, “not tonight, baby. Tonight, you are taking a bubble bath to relieve your stress.”

Your heart swelled as Cedric reached in to feel the temperature. Seeing such a domestic side of him made you all warm and fuzzy.

“I think it feels nice, but you can feel it if you’d like.” He smiled as he grabbed your bubble solution from under the sink.

“I trust your judgement,” you chuckled.

Cedric poured in the bubble solution and mixed it around with his hand.

“Okay, sweetheart, it’s ready for you.” He smiled, making his way out of the room.

You grabbed onto his wrist, “you’re leaving?”

Cedric smiled and shook his head, “I’m going to grab the book from your bed-side table. I figured I could read it while you relax in the bath.”

Your breath got caught in your throat as you heard the sweet things he was telling you.

“Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

You nodded your head, and a satisfied smile grew on your face. “I’d love that. Thank you, sweetheart.”

You let go of his wrist when he smiled. Cedric left the bathroom to go into your single dorm and closed the door behind him.

With a smile not leaving your face, you stripped off your clothes and sunk into the warm bath. You sighed as you felt your muscles instantly relaxing.

The bubbles surrounding you were very relaxing just as Cedric said it would be.

“Okay, I grabbed the book,” Cedric smiled as he came back into the room. He sat on the ground on a bath rug right near your head. “You comfy?”

You hummed and leaned out of the water a little to kiss him. Cedric smiled into the kiss, and raised his hand to hold onto your cheek.

When you pulled back, Cedric placed his forehead on yours and brushed your noses together. “I love you, you know that right?”

You hummed and softly nodded your head.

“Whenever you have a bad day, I want you to know that I’ll be here for you.”

You leaned back to look into his eyes. They held nothing but sincerity.

You smiled, and dragged your lips to his forehead for a soft kiss. “I love you. I feel so lucky to be your girlfriend.”

Cedric blushed with a shy smile. “I’m the lucky one. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, darling.”

You giggled as you leaned back in the bath, the bubbles coming up to right under your chin. Cedric smiled when he saw you with bubbles surrounding you.

As he began to read from where you left off, you couldn’t help but think of how fortunate you were to have Cedric as your boyfriend. You couldn’t think of anyone else who would do something this thoughtful just to cheer you up after a rough day.

Thanks to your boyfriend, your miserable morning was transformed into quite the lovely evening, and you were happier than you could have possibly wished.

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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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hey! can i request a fluff blurb or oneshot with ronald weasley where reader is super outgoing and ron is really nervous to ask them out? they/them pronouns please and I'm in hufflepuff <3

✩ pairing(s) - Ron Weasley x hufflepuff!reader ✩ status - pining ✩ requested? - yes ✩ prompt(s) - none ✩ summary - Ron has been trying to ask you out, but can't seem to get out the right words around you ✩ tw/cw - absolute fluff, they/them pronouns ✩ word count - 1.7k ✩ a/n - here you go! ngl this isn't the best thing i've written, but hope this matches what you had in mind. enjoy <333

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"Just go talk to them."

"They won't bite you, Ron." Hermione says dryly, the only one actually studying on their "study date"

Ron nervously looks around from where he's sitting by the black lake with Harry and Hermione, spotting you and your friends laughing and talking under a patch of trees.

"I'm not scared to talk to them, I just think I should play hard to get. So, I don't seem desperate." Ron defends, unsuccessfully hiding his nerves.

Hermione rolls her eyes, still never moving her attention away from her studies, "You are desperate."

Harry decides to chime in, smirking at his friend's obvious nerves, "Yeah, hate to break it to you mate, but you can't play hard to get with someone who isn't in the game."

"Speaking of games, we still on for quidditch practice tonight?", he adds, trying to deflect the conversation, again, unsuccessfully.

"Talk to them.", Harry interrupts, "Their right there, now's your chance!"

To be fair, this was not the first chance Ron had to talk to you. In fact, he's tried to ask you out multiple times in the past few months, but something always got in the way.

2 MONTHS AGO

You and your friend walk into the potion's classroom, sitting next to each other in your usual seats. Other students pile in as the room fills up, you and your friend talking about the upcoming defense against dark arts assignment.

"Quiet." Snape commands as he enters the room, heading to the front of the class. He goes on to talk about the next assignment, going over ingredients, directions, and any other necessary steps. You take notes on every detail, trying your best to keep up with his words.

"This assignment will be completed in pairs-"

You and your friend immediately look at each other.

"-which I will be assigning you."

Your smiles drop, and several students in the room groan in complaint, causing stern looks from the professor to be thrown their direction.

He calls out pair after pair, students rearranging themselves accordingly. This goes on for a while until you finally hear your name followed by "Weasley". You look over to the other side of the room to see the redhead already looking at you. You offer a small smile and make your way over to him.

It's not like you don't know who he is. You've seen him around the grounds and in some of your classes. You have even talked to him briefly a few times in passing, but nothing more than a simple "good morning", or "excuse me". You had never actually had a full conversation with him or even properly introduced yourself. Although, you must admit, you have always thought him pretty cute and find his personality, or what you've gathered from your short encounters, quite endearing. You're pleased that you got him to work with, as you've always liked making new friends and hope that this is an opportunity to do so.

You set your notes on the table next to him, taking your new seat. "Hello! Ronald, is it?", you quietly ask.

"Uh, yeah, it's Ron." He quietly mutters, not quite meeting eye contact.

You smile at him, offering your hand and your name to finally introduce yourselves fully. "Let's get started."

The two of you work on the project. You read off of your notes and give him the proper instructions while he makes sure to follow them exactly. At first, he didn't talk much, but after a few jokes from you the two of you were talking with ease. You even caught yourself laughing occasionally at Ron's stupid puns about every ingredient you listed, which Ron was very proud of. You completed the assignment with flying colors.

You celebrate the success with a high-five, laughing after almost missing each other's hand.

"So," Ron starts, dropping eye contact again, "would you mind helping me with- well what I mean is- usually Hermione does, but she can't, so I was wondering-"

"Class dismissed. Get out." Snape booms over the whispered chatter of students.

You start grabbing your things and shoving them in your back, "What were you asking?"

"Oh, nothing, never mind." He says quickly before grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the room before you could say anything more.

You could clearly tell that Ron's a bit awkward, so you didn't find his behavior strange or rude, but instead hoped to talk to him again in the future. You met back up with your friend and walked to the next class.

1 MONTH AGO

You run through the halls, late for meeting your friend to study in the library. You turn a corner and collide firmly with something, or someone, causing you to fall to the ground and all of your books and notes to fall out of your bag.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" you hear a familiar voice ask.

You open your eyes to see Ron standing over you, helping you off the floor. You start laughing at the embarrassing situation. "No need to apologize, I was the one who ran straight into you." you assure him with a bright smile. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Good."

Ron looks down at your scattered belongings all over the floor, "Let me help.", he says without waiting for a reply as he starts to collect your things.

The two of you shove everything back into your bag. His hand brushes over yours as you go to grab your last page of notes, causing him to flush and pull away quickly. You frown slightly at the action, taking it to mean that he didn't have any interest in you, but of course, you missed the way his heartrate picked up at the slight contact.

He rises to his feet in a slightly more flustered state, handing the paper back to you.

"Thank you."

You shove it back in your bag, offering a tight-lipped smile.

Ron opens his mouth to speak but his throat goes dry, not letting any words leave his mouth.

"I'd better go before my friend kills me.", you joke, "See you around, Weasley."

What you didn't see was Ron mentally scolding himself for being such an idiot, "Yeah, good one Ron, you're real smooth."

3 DAYS AGO

"Ronald Weasley! You've been dozing off into the abyss for the past ten minutes. Would you pay attention." Hermione scolds.

Ron jolts up, looking over at her and returning his focus to her lecture on Herbology. It doesn't take long for his gaze to wander off again.

Hermione stops talking when she notices, causing Harry to stop writing his notes. Hermione follows Ron's eyeline, and Harry follows suit, both landing on you. "Oh, so that's why you're so distracted. Well just go talk to them then, if you're just going to waste my time sitting here gawking." Hermione offers bluntly.

Ron's head whips towards the brunette, "What? I'm not gawking at anyone."

"You could practically see hearts in your eyes." Harry, ever the romantic, says with a large smile at finding out his best friend has a crush.

Ron scoffs as a small blush creeps onto his face, sinking into his seat, "That's ridiculous, I barley even know them."

"Would you just go over there already?" Harry asks, more excited about the situation than anyone.

"No need," Hermione interrupts, "they're coming over here now."

Ron's eyes widen as he shuffles to sit up straight, fixing his wrinkled robes.

"Hey!" you beam as you approach their table, "sorry to interrupt your study session, I just saw you and thought I'd say hi. I also brought you some notes I took during this past herbology lesson since I noticed you missed it."

Ron's throat goes dry again, like it does every time you're as much as in the same room as him, "Oh, thanks.", he croaks out. The only thing playing in his mind is 'they noticed I was gone?'

"No problem." you focus your attention back on the other two sitting at the table, "Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me." You exchange names with the two of them and the four of you make small talk for a few moments.

"Well, I'd better get going. It was nice meeting you both."

As you turn to leave, Hermione steps on Ron's foot and glares at him causing him to yelp out in pain followed by a call of your name.

You turn around and wait for whatever he needed to say, but he just stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

Harry kicks him in the shin and he finally starts talking.

"Would you, uhm, maybe like to hang out by the quidditch pitch tomorrow? With me, of course... and, uh, my friends."

Harry and Hermione both internally face palm.

You smile warmly at him, "Sure, I'll meet you after transfiguration." You turn and exit the library, secretly smiling and blushing once you were out of their view.

Ron exhales deeply, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Oh good, at least we'll be on your first date too so we can stop you from saying something else stupid."

So really, Ron has to just get it over with and ask you, before, as Hermione says, "someone else will."

He stands with a pat on the back from Harry as he somewhat reluctantly makes his way over to you and your friends.

You spot him approaching out of the corner of your eye and wave and greet him, walking towards him so you were a bit out of earshot from your friends.

"I... I brought you back your notes. I copied them all down." he starts with a stutter, pulling the notes from his robe pockets.

You take them from him and put them into your own pockets, "Thank you. That was fast."

"I wanted to get them back to you."

You nod in appreciation, a small awkward silence falling over you before he breaks it.

"Would you..." he trails off as his anxiety rises.

You just smile warmly and wait for him to continue, not wanting to rush him.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asks quickly, voice cracking at the end.

You can't stop your smile from growing, "It's about time. I was about ready to ask you myself."

His mouth hangs slightly open in shock at the response, causing you to laugh, "Really?"

You just nod in response.

"Well, it's a yes then?"

You laugh again at his still flustered state, "Yes, of course. I would love to go on a date with you, Ronald Weasley."

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 2 years

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She would fit in just right

Summary: That time Ron and Hermione founded the hinny shipping club.

OotP missing moment

Canon Complaint

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The green sofa of the Room of Requirements always happened to be occupied by the same two students at the end of every DA meeting. And on that January day, the two were watching bewildered their other best friend interact, a bit awkwardly, with his supposed crush.

"Merlin, I can't stand her," confessed Ron in that unapologetically honest way that characterized him.

"Ron!"

"What? It's true! She's insufferable! I can't believe Harry likes her. A Tornados' fan. Of all the girls he could've chosen, a Tornados' fan!" his long arms swinging in dramatic gestures.

"Is that your standard with people? What Quidditch team they support?" one of Hermione's eyebrows peaked considerably.

"I'm not saying it's the only thing, but it is a relevant factor. And don't act all high and mighty, I know you don't like her either."

"That- that's -"

"True?"

"Ok. Fine. I don't like her. Happy?"

"Very much."

"But Harry does. So we grit our teeth and act supportive. Would I have chosen someone else for him? Yes. But Cho is not a monster." she reasoned, hating that she had to be the diplomatic one.

"Someone else? Who?" asked Ron, genuinely interested.

"Er- ok. Don't freak out. But... Ginny."

"Me too!" he nearly jumped for the excitement. He looked at his best friend like they were engaging in some big conspiracy.

"Really? I thought you wanted Ginny to like Harry only so she wouldn't get with anybody."

"Well... in a perfect world, Ginny would be a nun and Harry a priest, sure. And honestly, being best friend with a priest would be wicked." a big grin splayed across his face, "Unfortunately, that's not going to happen, so they might as well get with each other. Ginny would fit in just right with us, you know?"

"Yes, exactly!" Hermione was now jumping too, "And they would be perfect together! It's so frustrating that they keep ignoring it!"

"Well, Ginny seemed to know it. But then she had to get over him with that Corner guy. I still don't know how that happened." his face contorted between annoyance and confusion.

"Er- it may be a bit my fault. I told her to live her life, maybe see someone else..."

"Mione!"

"Well, at least it worked. She is finally talking in front of him, isn't she?" she pointed out, suddenly very defensive.

"She was already talking in front of him!"

"Not like this. They'll get over those Ravenclaws and see the light. Trust me." her nose pointed upright to increase the obviousness of her statement.

"How do you know?"

"When have I ever been wrong?"

"Well, there was-"

"Do not even try to finish that sentence, Ronald Weasley!"

#hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny x harry #hermione granger #harry and ginny #ron wealsey #ron x hermione #hermione x ron #cho chang #order of the phoenix #ootp missing moment #hinny fanfiction #hinny oneshot

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eunoiaflow3r · 10 months

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Harry Potter fics I’m currently working on:

TAGLIST

06/25/23

Harry:

enemies to lovers, forced partners in class.

Ron:

fwb!Ron gets jealous of Y/N and Draco.

Fred:

Fred asks out Y/N bc of a dare - ends up falling in love. (angst, fluff) (longer, will take me a min)

George:

Mutual pining fluff.

Skinny dipping

Draco:

Professor!Draco and college student Y/N find themselves attracted to one another. (longer)

Draco and Y/N sneak around and get caught.

Let me know if you have any ideas for these, or want a request added to this list.

Feedback appreciated🤍

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rainydayathogwarts · 11 months

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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous girl - Ron Weasley

summary: Lavender won't stop flirting with your boyfriend, but he won't tell her off because he's loving the PDA coming from you. You can't stand it, so you show her who he belongs to.

warnings: smut, handjob, exhibitionism, (semi) public sex

She's gone crazy.

What was going through her head when she threw herself onto him and pulled him in such a tight hug? Did she not see you, standing just feet away from him, about to give him a kiss for his success? You could see the shock and confusion on his face, arms by his side as he ran the situation in his head, refusing to return her hug.

From beside you, you heard Fred and George gasping and murmuring some "She's dead" and "Good luck to her" when they saw the look on your face.

Just the other day she sat at your potions table, listening as you told Hermione how well your relationship was going. She saw the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder when class finally ended, guiding you to your next one.

And now she's the one with her arms around him.

Ron attempts to push her away slowly, separating himself from the hug, but you don't acknowledge him as he walks towards you, rather giving Lavender a death stare before turning to your boyfriend and returning the kiss he leans in for.

You can feel her eyes on you as you press yourself further into him, going onto your tiptoes as you reach your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth to meet his, intertwining yourselves into a passionate kiss. When you separate, you're both panting for air, and Ron's big hands are gripping the curve of your ass, one of his hands moving up to caress your waist.

You're still holding him close, a manicured hand moving down his neck to run down his chest and you giggle when you see the look of amazement on Ron's face. It was clear he was only expecting that from you behind closed doors.

"Congrats on your win baby." You whisper, and Ron leans in again, stealing a quick kiss from you before giggling and pulling away from you, receiving pats on the back from his older brothers who wink at you when you walk away. You wipe your bottom lip from the smudged lip gloss and make eye contact with Lavender, whose eyes were still glued to you, and you tilt your head, smiling kindly at her.

It wasn't until the day after, when you sat with your friends at the Gryffindor table that you understood that this 'game' Lavender was playing was only just starting. You brought your mug to your lips, lightly blowing on it before taking a sip when Lavender walked behind your boyfriend, clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a flirtatious smile when he turned around before walking off. His lip curled upwards in disgust and you slowly swallowed your tea as your eyes followed the strawberry blonde.

You didn't bother reacting to her, even as she stared at you with a satisfied smirk on her face, which started to falter at the unfazed look on your face.

"Darling, are you done?" Your head snapped back towards your boyfriend and you nodded, standing up in sync to walk to class. When you stood side by side, you let Ron take your book bag off your shoulder to sling it over his as you took his free hand, intertwining your fingers together.

You could see Ron open and shut his mouth several times from the corner of your eye, as though contemplating if he should say anything about the situation. Deciding against it, he walked into the classroom and pulled a chair out for you as he sat next to you. He opened his textbook, placing his wand on the edge of his desk when he felt your hand on his thigh. You could see his cheeks turn pink as your second hand came up to straighten up his tie.

"Everything alright love?" He asked and you nodded, your hand coming up from his thigh to rest on his shoulder. Leaning close to him until your face was mere inches from his, you whisper into his ear with a sultry tone "You don't have any plans for your free period after this, do you?" With Ron's gaze looking down, you squeeze your thighs together to make sure he gets the message. He shakes his head frantically as his hand comes down on your thigh, looking up to make sure no one is looking at your private exchange.

But someone is.

Lavender, now seated in the front of the class, is turned around in her chair to speak to her friend behind her, yet her eyes are locked on you and your boyfriend. He sighs, his hand lying still on your thigh, but he faces the front, ignoring the way she leans towards her friend to point you both out to her.

For some reason, Ron can't pay attention to McGonagall as she explains another spell, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Usually, he was the one who tried dragging you into his dorm during your free periods and you always fretted that one of his dorm mates would walk in on you, even as he laid on top of you and pressed kisses onto your body. Normally, he boldly kissed you in front of your friends in the common room, only to pull away and find you rosy-cheeked with your head turned away in embarrassment. Never in your relationship had you been the one with wandering hands, suggesting you ditch everything at hand to find an empty space to fuck while you could.

It was all because of her.

And as much as he hated her, God he was so grateful.

Having you express your possessiveness over him was igniting a kind of fire in his belly, and he would take your displays of affection towards him any day, anywhere. That's why he mindlessly let you guide him through the halls at the end of class, his eyes glued to you as his hand clutched yours tightly. He paid little attention to the wavy haired strawberry blonde who followed you, having seemingly ditched her friend to isolate the three of you and confront you.

Lavender stopped abruptly when she saw you heading into one of the small secluded study rooms deep within the Gryffindor common room, leaving the door open behind you, allowing her a full view of you pushing Ron against the wall and connecting your lips to his. She wavered in the doorway, looking through the small gap as you pressed your body to Ron's, one of his moans filling the air.

Your hands wandered down Ron's body until you reached his belt and you paused momentarily, looking into his eyes for any signs of discomfort, but all you got from him was a pleading "Baby, please."

You started unbuckling Ron's belt and he whimpered, pushing his hips against yours and leaning down to reconnect your lips in a desperate kiss. Once Ron was freed from the restraints of him belt, you reached your hand in his underwear to wrap around his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Ron separated from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours and he let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips as he let quiet moans out.

You spread his pre-cum around his dick, starting to move your hand slowly up and down his shaft and squeezing him at the base only for him to cry out in pleasure as one of his hands came up to lace itself in your hair. You gasped when he pulled your hair, looking up at him, mouth agape and eyes shut as his head leaned against the wall. Giggling, you looked down at his thick cock in your hand, his tip red and leaking pre-cum, so you brought your hand up to squeeze it, then smoothly ran your fingers across the top of it. Ron shuddered, his hips bucking in your hand uncontrollably and you sped your hand up, leaning into him to whisper words of praise.

"Come on baby, you're doing so good for me.

Why don't you come for me?

Be a good boy and come for me, then you can do whatever you want to me."

Ron gruntled, letting out a strangled moan as his hips humped into your hand a few more times, white ropes of cum shooting onto his crisp white shirt in long spurts.

You continued stroking him so he could ride out his orgasm until he started catching his breath, his clammy hands coming up to cup your face and pull you into another kiss. When you pulled away, he was grinning boyishly at you, and he glanced down to see the mess you created, raising his eyebrows at you.

When he looked back up though, he caught Lavender's eye in the doorway and shook his head. You followed his gaze and smirked, looking back at him to say "She just can't get enough, can she?"

Ron chuckled, putting his hands on your hips to spin you around to face the doorway and started undoing the buttons of your trousers. "Yeah, well why don't we show her who I belong to huh?" He teases, his fingers trailing under your panties, immediately finding your clit.

You moan, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and nod as his fingers find their way inside you and Lavender turns red in the doorway, frozen in place.

She doesn't know if she wants to be you or be with you.

#ron wealsey #ron weasley smut #ron wealsey x y/n #ron weasly imagine #ron weasly x reader #harry potter oneshot #hp fanfic #harry potter #smut #fem reader #afab #imagine #the weasleys #weasley wednesday #hogwarts #rainydayathogwarts #ron weasley

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gaeforurmum · 2 years

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LIGHTNING ERA FIC RECS

♡ - fluff

◘ - angst

✧ - smut

✩ - personal favorite

a/n - these fic’s are not mine and are written by other bloggers!! i am just recommending them! all characters in mature fics are aged up !!!!!!

HARRY POTTER:

oneshots

♡ Your Imagination - Harry gets distracted by you during a Quidditch pratice. Later, you meet him alone in the changing rooms.

♡ Expecto Patronum - you seek comfort in harry after your friends spook you with some scary stories

RON WEASLEY:

blurbs

♡ I Can't Sleep - “I remember practicing asking you out in a mirror”

CEDRIC DIGGORY:

GEORGE WEASLEY:

oneshots

♡ I'm Her Boyfriend. Who Are You? - George has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. Could it really only take one flirty foreign guy for him to make his move?

♡ Too Cold for That - how can he let you freeze when his bed is right there, covered in many sources of warmth (himself included)?

♡ Lovers - “okay so it definitely has to be height difference because that’s shit’s CUTE and he’s actually tall as fuck???? and also maybe like… almost kissing???? and and and idk wearing each other’s clothes AAAAAA“

♡ A Sneaky Touch - George decides to surprise you, wanting to spend some time alone with you. But your idyllic moment is quickly ruined when Angelina comes to your room, punching your door in the form of a very angry knock.

♡ Fruitless Attempts - George has been attempting to finally ask the big question. He had taken you to a fancy restaurant, a romantic rooftop garden, even cooked you dinner, but all his attempts were fruitless, all because you can’t sit tight for a second.

♡ Gryffindor Bravery - Your shy and quite personality never matched the infamous bravery of Gryffindor. However the little bet George initiates might just help you find your inner Gryffindor, the bravery you have been looking for.

♡ Weasley Secrecy - you’re not supposed to be together at the moment, but you’re caught up with each other in your room, making-out on the bed. suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and your lover has to hide in the wardrobe, before your friend/parent enter. alternatively, if you walk past the wardrobe your lover is hiding in, while trying to get your friend/parent to leave the room, your lover pulls you into it, and suddenly you’ve disappeared, leaving your friend/parent flabbergasted because where are you

FRED WEASLEY:

oneshots

◘♡ After All This Time - fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.

✩♡✧ Teach Me - Fred and Y/N have been best friends since they were kids, they were sat in Fred’s dorm talking about anything and everything, the topic of sex was risen out of curiousity and Y/N reveals something to Fred she never thought she would reveal to anyone

GINNY WEASLEY:

PANSY PARKINSON:

BLAISE ZABINI:

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM:

DRACO MALFOY:

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Can’t Stay Away (2)

PART 1

George Weasley x Reader

Pedestrians were beginning to stare at the scene playing out in front of them. George has yet to release my wrist from his firm grip. It was kind of painful. To those who didn’t understand, we looked like a couple arguing. So close yet so far from the truth.

Warnings: Language, enemies to lovers, some arguing/tension from George and reader. No use of Y/N.

Summer flew away like a broomstick who had a little too much pumpkin juice to drink.

The gorgeous soft breezes of England slowly transitioned to a frigid, crisp wind. The green leaves of the oak trees surrounding the Burrow found themselves turning shades of crimson and gold. This was my favorite time of year. It always had been. To me, the changing of the leaves symbolized change. Nature embraced this change. It never fought it. The trees and the leaves were simply in agreement. I adored it.

Fall also brought the beginning of the school year. I never feared or dreaded returning to Hogwarts. Besides the Weasley family home, it was the closest I could get to a warm, secure home. When Harry and I had lived with our Aunt and Uncle, nothing about that home was warm. It lacked the friendly spirit Hogwarts welcomed with open arms. For the first few years, I was at Hogwarts and Harry wasn’t, I felt guilty. Depriving my younger brother of this homey school felt cruel. Vernon had sworn me to secrecy. As far as Harry knew, I was at boarding school. I was forbidden from speaking a peep of ‘magical gibberish’. The second Harry got his letter; I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.

Watching him now was a gleeful sight. His worn-down Nike sneakers stomping on the cobblestone ground gave me joy. Here, he had no Dursley’s or boarding school to deal with. His only concern was finding the correct herbology book for the year.

Molly and Arthur had sent Bill to babysit us while we shopped around Diagon Ally for our school supplies. He was super thrilled. Obviously. That’s why he sat at the nearby corner cafe and paid us all hush money to not snitch. The group had split up. Fred, Percy, and Ginny took off towards the robes and cloaks shop. Since Scabbers had ruined Percy’s prefect robes, Fred promised to purchase him a new set. That meant Ron, George, Harry, and I covered textbooks first.

“Why on Earth do I need 3 different textbooks for defense against the dark arts?” Harry groaned, throwing his sweater-clad arms down in frustration.

Ron snatched a small list out of Harry’s hand. It had the entire array of various things the boys would need for the year. “I reckon it’s one for every teacher we’ll have to teach the class this year,” Both Harry and I snickered at the comment.

“Yeah? I reckon it’s because they’re trying to make all the 4th years cry. I heard Snape had bets that he could make everyone cry the most. I would have my money on McGonagall. She can be a nasty woman,” George chimed in. He shot Harry a slight grin before opening the shop door. A wave of a paper aroma hit my nose instantly. Smelt like the Hogwarts library on steroids. Harry and Ron pushed their way through the doors, running to the ‘Legendary Aurors’ section.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ron run so fast for a book,” George joked, motioning his hand towards the door to let me in.

I rolled my eyes. “And I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much,” The casual chatter of the bookstore washed out whatever wise comeback was sprouting from George’s mouth. “Harry!” I yell. “I’m praying you’re not looking at some nonsense books by that Lockhart fraud than studying the store for the correct transfiguration textbook.”

I heard some quicked footsteps at the back of the store, they were heading towards the ‘Hogwarts School Year’ section of the shop.

I began making my way toward the herbology section. Recently, Fred and George had spilled their newest concoction all over my previous book. The originally gold-lined pages were covered in sticky pink goo. The once leather-bound hardcover was now illegible due to the pigment from the experiment.

The faint writing of “Herbology” stamped across one of the wooden shelves directed me to the right area. The red-stained shelf was covered floor to ceiling with volumes of various herbology topics. Aged green and yellow spines poked out from the bookshelf, the depth of the books not being very universal. There were a few holes where books were missing. It was like in the movies. I could see through into the next aisle. Maybe if I was lucky, I could scare Harry or spy on some random first year. Scaring Harry sounds only a tiny bit more fun.

Browsing the tall shelving, it took me a minute before I could find the book I needed. It had a small yellow sticker; ‘Used’. I could tell it had been loved. Definitely not ‘Weasley Prank Experiment’ loved. Loved by a caring student. Like Harry and Ron’s friend, the girl. I can’t even remember her name for the life of me.

A wide pair of blue eyes appeared in one of the holes caused by missing volumes. “Hey. Can we talk for a second? It’s rather important.” The soft voice of Ron broke the calm silence of this corner of the book shop.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask.

Ron pushed one of the books off the shelf, causing the paperback to topple to the floor.

“I’m kind of worried about Harry. He’s been really absent-minded and has been complaining about nightmares and such. I act like I don’t notice, but he doesn’t fall asleep until far after he says he does. We’re not 11 anymore. He’s seen some stuff. I’m just worried that something up that he’s not telling me.” Ron mumbled, attempting to keep his voice down. The worry on his face was apparent. He wasn’t faking his worry. “I just wanted to know if he’s said anything to you, being his sister and stuff.”

This conversation isn’t easy. It’s one I’ve tried to have with Harry a million times. I’ve sat down with him and shared how our lives aren’t normal and we’re in it together. It always seems that it goes in one ear and out the other, though. I’ve attempted the ‘our parents are dead’ talk. I’ve tried my chances with the ‘you’re the chosen one’ discussion. He just always tunes me out.

Ron is right. He’s not 11 anymore. He’s in serious danger and it’s becoming things I can’t protect him from.

No big deal. Only my worst fear.

I take a deep breath, “I’ve tried talking to him. He hasn’t shared anything with me. I don’t think he really wants to. I wanted to actually speak with your mum when we get home. Sit down with her and see if there is any sort of counseling we can get him. You’re not wrong. Harry has witnessed things nobody would normally see. I just want to give him the most semi-normal life he can get,”

“Counseling?” A third party chimed in.

Jumping, I turned my entire body in the direction of this familiar voice. It’s my favorite redhead, George. His face matched his hair color, deep red. George’s brows were furrowed furiously and his scowl was staring me in the face.

“You want to give Harry a normal life and your suggestion is therapy. Be realistic. That’s not going to make him feel more normal. The kid fought off one of the most powerful dark wizards last year and you wanna stick him in a room with an unfamiliar doctor and expect them to get it?”

I feel my cheeks start to burn. “How dare you tell me how to help my fucking brother. Are you a fucking dunce? My job isn’t to make Harry feel more normal. We’re wizards for Godrick’s sake. My job is to make sure Harry doesn’t spiral due to all the trauma he’s witnessed. And it’s certainly not your job telling me how to do my job. Got me?”

George wraps his large hand around my wrist and tugs me outside. His grip felt suffocating. It was tight and unforgiving. The streets are less crowded than it was before. Foot traffic significantly dropped. As the sun was coming down. Many returned home to their fireplaces and warm beds for the night.

“Listen,” George spoke through his teeth. His jaw was squeezed shut. “I understand that it isn’t my place. But I care about him too, okay? You’re jumping past the important stuff. You guys can sit down with us and we can have a group conversation.” George spoke sternly. His eyes never broke contact with mine once. If I’m not mistaken, this is the longest George and I have held unbroken eye contact. His point made sense. However, he wasn’t going to deprive Harry of professional help. We can get the best of both worlds.

George’s proposal was met without an answer. He noticed. I noticed. His eyebrows raised, signaling me to reply.

“Okay.” I shrug.

“Erm, what’s going on here?” Fred’s voice interrupted…whatever we did have going on. Is hands were full with various paper and burlap bags. The contents of the bags nearly spilled onto the cobbled road. Percy and Ginny were trailing behind him, quietly arguing about something Percy had said.

George dropped my wrist immediately. Like it was diseased. “Nothing. I was just going to get Ron and Harry and double-check on them. I know they had a lot of books. I guess I also gotta pay for her book,” George’s shoulder slightly moved towards me to show who he was talking about. “Since you paid for the new dress socks last time.” George disappeared once he finished his sentence. His lengthy legs hustled inside before anyone else could ask any more questions.

“Interesting.”

Walking back to Bill was interesting. The sun had completely set at this point. The lamp posts helped cover the streets in soft yellow light. The group was divided. Percy and Ginny were walking together, still engulfed in the argument they’d started earlier. Fred, Harry, and Ron were passionately discussing famous beaters in Quidditch history.

That left George and I. As always. We walked side by side. We were a tiny bit behind Ginny and Percy but ahead of the other three. Sandwiched between the Weasley family with my least favorite Weasley. This is awesome!

“It really hurt when you grabbed my wrist,” I spoke softly.

George glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?”

I sighed. “Earlier. At the bookshop. You grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside so you could argue with me out there. You squeezed my wrist really tight and it hurt. It was actually red for a while. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but still. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,”

George’s face dropped. Even in the yellow light, I could see the deep crimson that dusted his cheeks. He shoved his left hand into his purple trouser pocket. George left his left hand to fiddle with the button that is hanging onto his jacket with its dear life. He was silent for a minute. I was comfortable with it. I believe it was the first time I rendered George Weasley completely speechless. It was a rare opportunity. Silence with the loudest Weasley. The rowdiest of the bunch. Yet, all of today, he’s been quiet and has kept to himself. In fact, lately, he’s been rather calm and quiet. Uncharacteristically so.

“Oh. I’m sorry ‘bout that. Truly wasn’t my intention. I hope I didn’t cause any bruising or anything.”

I smiled softly. “I’ll be okay.”

The rest of the walk was spent with blissful silence. George kicked a small rock the entire way home, much to the dismay of Percy. The entire family seemed to be in good spirits. Myself included.

As we found ourselves in the living room of the house, Molly bombarded everyone with questions. Did we get everything we needed? Did Fred and George get me a replacement book? Why was Percy complaining about a pebble in his shoe? Quickly, members of the clan began retreating to their bedrooms for a dose of well-earned sleep.

George and I were the last ones to greet Molly. We were also the last ones to the stairs.

“Goodnight, Potter girl,” George whispered as we reached the top of the steps.

I smile. “G’nite George.”

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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