#ron weasely imagine

[kinzis-writing]

Three Years | George Weasley

Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas: Blogmas Day 2.

Summary: In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of wizard war, mentions of death (not major character and not specified),

This could have ended way better, also the fact that this imagine is shorter than I like as well. I am doing my best at making my Blogmas posts as long as possible, but sometimes it takes me hours to plan the plot of these short stories out. I am a perfectionist, so that is why I never re-read and edit any mistakes because I am afraid of wanting to go back and change the whole story. *Fred did not die in the war*

Three years, it has been three years since George had grown a pair and asked Y/N to be his girlfriend. Since then, there had been many events happen in the course of their relationship. They had moved past the awkwardness of the beginning of the relationship, they had gone through their firsts that every relationship goes through, and everything in between.

Their relationship had survived the second wizard war but had challenges. Seeing as Fred had to be taken care of because of an accident and then George getting hurt before then. It was a hectic and stressful time for the couple, but now everything was back to normal. Well, normal as everything could be after losing some of the nicest people.

Christmas was tomorrow and Fred and George had many customers in and out of the joke shop. Whether it was for Christmas gifts or something before going home for a Christmas prank. They had many customers a day and George had found it hard to be able to see Y/N during the holiday season. The joke shop was closing early and they would stay closed until after Christmas because they all knew the wrath of Molly if they did not show up on time or if they left early.

On Christmas day, Molly was having dinner at the newly built burrow and told everyone that dinner was at 5 o'clock sharp. That morning, George had gotten up to wrap the present for Y/N that he had spent a decent amount of money only to find it missing from the place that he had put it.

"Hey, Fred." George called knocking on his bedroom door and walking in, "have you seen-" He stopped when he noticed Fred's girlfriend wearing the necklace and earring set that he bought specifically for Y/N. The reason he had picked them out was because he had seen her looking at them and she refused to buy them because of the price they costed. “Found them.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes not leaving the necklace.

He was sure that there had to be some sort of mix up. His twin would not steal his girlfriend’s gift on purpose. Instead of getting angry, George did what he believed was right, found Fred and asked him what he thought he was doing.

“I’m sorry,” Fred mumbled when he noticed the distressed look on George’s face. “I grabbed the wrong gift and before I could correct it she was so happy.” He trailed off making George groan. “You could give Y/N the gift I bought for Angela.” He suggested.

George thought about it for a moment, they had hidden their gifts in the same place. Meaning it was an easy mix up and he knew that Fred was telling the truth about grabbing the wrong box. Fred had planned on getting Angela a promise ring, and that gift would work if George hadn’t already given Y/N one of those almost a year ago.

“I’ll come up with something.” George mumbled before leaving his twin to himself. He had less than four hours to come up with the perfect gift for his girlfriend and he was determined to find it.

Four hours had flown by and by the time George and Fred joined everyone at the burrow, Y/N was already there. It wasn’t a shock to the twin, seeing as she was early to everything.

“You’re lucky you aren’t a minute later.” Y/N spoke as she walked up and greeted George from where she had been helping Molly. She had gotten there early knowing that it would be hectic if she didn't. "Molly has be waiting for you guys to arrive."

George gave her a quick kiss before going and putting their gifts under the tree. He wasn't sure how Y/N would like his gift, but he had come up with something... sentimental. Angelina had gone into the kitchen to see what the girls were up to, while Fred and George joined their brothers and Harry by the fire.

"I doubt that Ron even got me something." Hermione stated to Y/N who was setting the Table for Molly. "He's still so awkward about some things."

Y/N let out a small laugh, "I think that's just Ron." Y/N was a year between each group. Fred and George were a year older than her, and she was a year older than the golden trio, while being two years older than Ginny. "Hi, Angie." She greeted with a smile her eyes flickering to the earrings and necklace the girl was wearing. "I love your jewelry set! I wanted to buy the same one, but I didn't want to pay that price."

Angiela gave the younger girl a small smile, "Thank you, Fred got it for me." she replied before going over to greet Molly.

Dinner had come and gone within an hour and Molly had the kitchen cleaning itself. The family gathered around the fireplace as they got ready to open presents. Y/N was sitting on the floor, between George's legs as he sat on the couch. She was chatting with Hermione as they were talking about the after-holiday plans and if anything had to change.

"I think I am going to move." Y/N told Hermione as the girl played with the necklace she always wore. "The place I live at is getting worse and the landlord won't fix it."

Pretty soon the presents were being handed out by the Weasley's and everyone gathered knowing the Christmas tradition at the Weasley's house. Y/N had gotten George the thing he had been wanting for a while and he was beyond excited to receive the gift. It was unexpected and it made him nervous about her opening her gift.

"Can you go upstairs?" George asked Y/N as he noticed Molly hand her the gift that he had gotten her. "I would prefer you not open it in front of everyone." he mumbled quietly as the couple stood up and snuck off.

The pair in the room that they assumed was Ginny's for when she came back home just due to the looks of the room and so on. "There was a mix up of gifts this morning," George started as Y/N went to open her gift. "Fred gave Angela yours and-" He stopped talking when he noticed Y/N's reaction to what was in the box.

Wide eyes stared down at the little jewelry box, you would assume it would hold something that you could wear. Yet, it was nothing close to that. The key laid flatly in the velvet box, and y/n did not know what to think. "What Are-What are you asking?" she asked scared to assume.

Maybe this was a sign that she could come and go as she pleases instead of knocking, or maybe it was exactly what she thought it was. "Will you move in with us, well me?" He asked carefully. "I know it's not expensive and like I said, Fred gave Angela yours by mistake and-"

His sentence was interrupted by Y/N stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the boy she had loved for four years, even though they had only been together for three. "It's perfect." She assured to ease his nerves at the fact that his gift was something he already had, or just the price of making a copy of the key. "You didn't have to get me anything."

George shrugged, "I figured it was time to take the next step, it just took a push from Fred." he spoke softly to the girl he knew he was so lucky to have.

"Well, you just saved me the stress of apartment hunting." She replied back as she grabbed the key out of the box and handed him the box back, knowing that it probably belonged to Fred's other gift. "I love you so much, you know that right?"

"Of course, love." George nodded with a smile on his face. "I love you as well." With that Y/N leaned forward and caught the Weasley's lips between hers. They kissed for a moment before pulling away, George with a cheeky grin, "I could have proposed instead."

Y/N's smile grew at the thought of eventually marrying George and becoming a Weasley herself. "That sounds like a plan for next year." She winked before kissing him one more time and leaving the room, him trailing behind her.

"Are you saying you'd rather live with me, instead of marrying me right now!?" He asked not knowing how to take the information if she were to confirm.

"I have to live with you first to see if we're compatible." She told him with a shrug, but she was joking. Regardless of what happened she knew that she would love him.

"What does that mean?"

I hated the way I ended this, but Blogmas day 2 is complete! I have been working on Blogmas, requests, and my Mattheo series so I have been busy. This is on top of having to study for my finals so.

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[crystlizabeth]

I love your stories!! And I was wondering if you would do some George Weasley x Reader where the reader is good friends with Ron ( same age as him, so like 2 years younger than George ) but has always had a crush on George. then while staying at the burrow for the holidays there is all this sexual tension and one night they kinda stumble across each other ( like while up for a glass of water or something ) and FINALLY have sex.

Yeah! I haven’t written form him before so i hope this is good!

Best friends brother..

Paring: George Weasley x POCfem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader is 18+ oral(f receiving) (p in v) 

The Weasley house was quiet as everyone slept, as for you, you couldn’t. You spent the last 20 minutes tossing and turning on the couch you couldn’t stay still nor clear your mind of your best friends brother, George to be exact. You knew Ron would have your head if you ever mentioned having a crush on his older brother.

But with coming over during the holidays you where bound to see him. Tension was building, how his eyes looked you up and down scanning you so shamelessly, the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush you wither it be your thigh when you sat next to him at the table, or the small of your back as he passed you. You could explode especially after to day. When you two stood alone in the kitchen helping make cookies, small talk going between each of you just the way he looking at you, how close his face was to yours. There was no fucking way he didn’t have a slight crush on you, his little brother’s best friend.

You snapped back after hearing foot steps come down the stairs you quickly move to your side closing your eyes pretending to be asleep. You could feel a presence lean over you then a hand touching your face creasing it lightly as of an intention not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ body.

“You’re so beautiful..” you heard Georges voices say, it soft and gentle as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heat up at the complement “is the so..?” You said shyly.

His hand quickly moved from your face back to himself in a panic “oh- you’re awake, sorry! I didnt mean to wake you up!” His voice was panicked.

You turned your body looking at him, laughing at him. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.” You spoke sitting up.

“So you think I’m cute aye.” You smiled slightly tilting your head, looking at the red head that stood behind the couch.

He let out a ‘pff’ shoving his hand in his pockets, “yeah, yeah i do.” He said attempting to sound confident. A smile grew on your face watching him all embarrassed.

“Do you need some water I- I need some water.” He stumbled over his words pointing to the kitchen.

“You’re blushing a school girl, what happened to all the confidence from earlier getting all closed to me face like you where gonna kiss me but instead pulled away with a fat smirk as i stood there like an idiot.” You said teasing him as you got up walking to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything but he did fill up a cup with water turning to you as he took a slow drink of his water.

“Yeah, and?” He said plainly setting the cup down, his body leaned up against the counter.

The shirt he wore was a little small so it sat above is v line his pajama pants low on his waist. “Your eyes are wondering sweetheart..” your eyes shot back up to him seeing the smirk on his face.

“Common if you want me just say it.” He said, his cocky tone making you scoff.

He pushed himself off the counter walking towards you, you walked back finding yourself pinned against the counter. “Common baby use your words… i wanna hear you.” His voice was low and seductive.

“George..” you began, you watched his head tilt as he waited for you.

“kiss me, please kiss me.” You spoke, you couldn’t believe how fast all this had happen. How fast you folded. 

His lips connect with yours the kiss started soft and tamed, his hand wrapped around you his hands gripping your hips. A soft moan left your lips enjoying the moment, letting your hands over his shoulders going into his red hair.

His hands went down cupping your ass putting you on the counter. Georges lips disconnected from yours. He tilted your head up kissing your neck, his rosey lips kissed up and down finally finding the spot that made you squirm.

“George, oh merlin..” you moaned the heat between your legs building up yearning for contact.

“Dont be to loud you don’t want everyone hearing you now do we?” He said his hands wandering to the top of your shorts. “Is this okay?” He asked your permission to take your shorts off.

“Yes.” In one smooth motion he slipped the shorts off your body as you sat on the counter feeling the cool air hit your heat.

“No panties?” He smiled shamelessly. His fingers trailed up your thigh, you opened your legs to him more his long fingers faintly trailed up your heat coating his fingers in your slick.

“Fuck.. your so wet…” he spoke making eye contact with you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you on his tongue. You watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment the taste of you making him moan.

You watched as he lowered his head between your legs, his warm tongue sliding up between your folds a blissful moan escaping your mouth. Georges hands came up grabbing your tights pulling you in closer as he devoured you. One of his hands came up to your clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved in an erotic manner bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, just like that.” You moaned out, your hand slapped over you mouth to keep your pleads more quiet. The not in your stomach building up, your thighs presses themselves together not able to touch for the red head between your legs. “George..fuck im gonna cum” you warned your body jolting slightly having the wave of pleasure as he ate you to the end if your high.

He stood up straight leaning over your body that laid on to the counter. “You tase to good..” he said quietly licking is lips.

You cover your face at his words how four words rolled off his tongue so lewdly. “Common baby let ne see your face.” His hands wrapping around your wrist pulling them off your face, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he saw the state you where in.

“Hello beautiful its good to see your face again, not that i didn’t enjoy the view of earlier.” He chuckled, you smacked his chest only for him to let out a laugh.

“Stop. Oh my god.” You spoke to him a slight laugh could be heard from your tone.

“You loved every second of it..” he said his lips brushing over yours.

“Mmhm, i did.” You finished pulling him down to kiss you.

“I want you.” You said between kisses. You could feel his hard on rub against you as you made out.

“Please let me have you..” you begged moving your hips to make some sort of friction between you both.

He moved away pushing you back on the counter as he pulled his pants down a little bit taking himself out he lined himself up with you, he looked up at to to make sure you where okay with this just to check. You gave him a nod, in one swift motion he slid in to you. A soft whimper leaving his lips ad he felt your walls adjust around him.

He started to move the pleasure running over you made your head fall back a hushed moan coming from your lips as you felt his hips hit yours making sure he filled every inch of you. His hands gently began to massage your breast taking your nub into its mouth his wet tongue swirling around your harden nip. He continued to abuse your flesh leaving light hickeys on your darker complexion.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and soft moans and whimpers. George could feel himself coming to his end he moved up looking at your face as he fucked you. He watched how your mouth was slightly gaped your eyes squeeze shut. “Hey look at me, i wanna see you pretty little eyes as i make you cum again.”

You opened your eyes meeting his brown ones, his red hair falling in to his face. You felt that familiar not build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing your legs open giving him more access, he looked down watching himself as he fucked you. “Common sweet girl cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

Your hands gripped his forearms feeling yourself come undone. “Good girl just like that..” the praise left his lips as he thrusted a few more times carrying your through your orgasm. He pulled out letting his seed spill on your stomach a quiet moan of your name left his lips as the ropes of cum laced your stomach.

Heavy breathing came between you as you sat up he cleaned himself up as he got a wash rag to wipe himself off your stomach. “Sorry if its cold.” He apologized before wiping the cum of you. You two stood there quietly cleaning up yourselves the sound of a door opening putting you both in a panic as he threw your shorts at you your hurriedly put them on almost falling in the process.

You turned around to see Ron, he didn’t say anything just looked his tired eyes squinting as George leaned against the sink taking a drink if water. A quite scoff came from the younger red head he wasn’t awake enough to question anything and just walked back up the stairs.

“He’s gonna say something at breakfast whats the excuse?” You asked

“I just fucked you on The counter.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I will break that water glass over your head.”

“I was just kidding,” he laughed “i came down to get water and woke you up on accident so we started talking.” He said a smile on his face.

You nodded, you didn’t know how you would explain this whole situation to Ron or if you even wanted to it all depends what happens after tonight. George walked over to you “i would invite you to come up to my bed but don’t want to get caught, so good night..” he said quietly giving you a kiss on your cheek then your lips his hand dragged along the small of your back as he walked towards the stairs.

“Sleep well.” Was the last thing he said before returning to his room.

How the fuck where you supposed to sleep after that. .

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[wealsey-are-the-best]

Sweet dance

Bill (William) - Percy - Fred - George - Ron Wealsey x Reader - Y/N

Summary: As a muggle-born, obviously you know about technology. Except your Weasley boyfriend doesn't, not at all actually. One day you arrive home with a radio, wanting to show it to him. You put on a disc playing romantic musics and invite him to dance.

Warning: None

Bill

He gently take your hand and take you dancing with him. You move at the rhythm of the music, making you turn as you dance together. The moment is loving and tender, sweet and full of love. He close the dance with a soft kiss, a hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. Bill gives you caresses and kisses, no words needed. You can see the look in his eyes, as you look at his face. Pure eyes of admiration and love saying "I'll love you forever and more".

Percy

You take his hand and try to pull him in the dance. "Come on!" You try to convince him, as you only get for answer "I have more important things to do than dancing". You still don't let him go, pulling him in. He sigh "If I give you one dance, you'll let me work?" He ask a bit annoyed. You nod and pull him again. He take you in his arms and make you dance, for once he's having fun. You dance for a minute, then two, three, four... you dance for at least 15 minutes before he even look at the clock and realise. "Oh... we've danced more than enough, now excuse me but I have things to do." You make a slight pout but accept it, giving him a kiss before letting him go. You drive him crazy in both ways, you know it.

Fred

He give a smile and look at you lovingly, he hold out his hand for you to take. "My lady" He speak with a half teasing and half sweet tone. You take his hand and start dancing together, you dance slowly at first and go faster and faster. He make you spin and lift you up, he kiss you, caress you and hold you. He end the dance with a hug and a kiss, his arms wrap around your waist as he lift you up. "I love you" He whisper.

George

He catch you from behind and pull you close. "My lady want to dance with me?" He say with an adorable chuckle. He too make you spin and lift you up. You dance together for a little while as the minutes pass. The dance end in a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck. He caress your back, passing his hand under your shirt, just to tease you a bit. Not that he doesn't like doing it, he loves doing it actually. He kiss your neck and smile as he pull away. "Such a pretty lady, how lucky am I?"

Ron

"Come on, take my hand" You try to convince him. "No way, I don't like dancing." He answer, even tho you know he's just scared to step on your feet and embarrass himself in front of you. You take his hand and pull him, you make him dance with you. He step on your feet once or twice, or ten times... didn't bother to count. You end the dance with a wide smile, while he looks embarrassed to death. "Sorry... for stepping on your feet..  like ten thousands time... but it's your fault you pulled me in the dance!" He say with his face slightly red. You give him a smile then a kiss. "Don't worry, my feet are used to it now" He give a small smile. "You're gonna be the death of me." He say with a chuckle.

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[qtssvnwoo]

Completely and Utterly-Ron Weasley

warnings: some innuendos, not entirely proof read, otherwise just fluff  

paring: Ronald Weasley x gn!reader 

word count: 743

a/n: this was on the spot so its kinda short 

 Ron held your back to his chest, admiring you as you drew the landscape surrounding the burrow. He laid his chin on your shoulder and watched as your hand lightly dragged the pencil across the paper. He smiled before clasping his hand over yours, rubbing his thumb across your hand. If there was one thing Ron loved about you, it was how perfect you hands felt in his. Like your hands were crafted specifically to fit perfectly into his. 

  “You’re stopping me from finishing the drawing Ronald.” You giggled, leaning your cheek onto his. You could feel the cheeky smile form on his face as he gripped your hand tighter. 

  “That's okay. You can finish that later.” He said while bringing your hand up to his mouth to give it a quick kiss. You turned your head and laid it on his shoulder as you looked at your hands, placed together tightly in Ron’s. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ron smirking to himself while looking at your hands.

  “What’s so funny Weasley?” You questioned, sitting up to look him in the eyes. Ron looked over at you, than back at the hand he was holding before laughing,

 “I’m just thinking, you could put these hands to better use.” He winked at you, causing your cheeks to flare up at the sudden boldness of your red headed boyfriend. Ron laughed as you playfully hit his chest and took your hand away from his.

  Ron’s cheeky smile was still plastered on his face while he looked at you, taking all of you in. The way your lips were so soft and so kissable, the way your hair framed your face perfectly and the way absolutely everything about you felt like it was just made for him, like you two were soulmates. 

 Ron grabbed your hand once again and started to leave pecks on each knuckle. He kissed your forearm and then your shoulder before leaning forward on his arm and stopping just inches away from your lips.

  “Do you know how completely and utterly in love with you I am?” He questioned, looking into your eyes. Truthfully, your eyes were stuck on his lips, but nonetheless you answered,

  “I think I love you more.” 

  “Impossible.” Ron leaned in cupping your cheek with his right hand and pressing your lips together, and your lips danced together like the wind dances with the sky. You felt Ron start to hold your waist, but suddenly he pushed you down onto the soft grass, breaking the kiss in the process. He watched you laugh and he laughed with you.

  You looked up at him as he hovered over you, tracing his freckles with your fingers. You stopped at his cheeks, just holding them in your hands while watching Ron closely. He smiled and leaned into your hand. 

 “I quite like this position you know.” Ron said, with a face full of seriousness. You lightly hit his cheek and placed your hand on his chest. He blushed slightly and took your hand, that was placed on his chest, in his while looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

 “I don’t mean it like that...well I kind of do. But, but what I mean is, I like this position cause I can see you even better.” He rambled causing you to scoff at his attempt to save himself from the awful joke. Ron moved down so he was resting on his forearms, and leaned in to kiss you once again. You leaned up a bit and wrapped your arms around his neck as Ron attacked your lips.

  He moved down to your neck, sucking on the divot between your shoulder and your neck. You sighed in content as you played with his shaggy hair, running your hands through it.

  Ron stopped and looked up at you before collapsing on top of your chest, laying his head delicately on your chest as you continued to play with his hair. He took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent before kissing your chest and looking back up at you.

  “You don’t know how completely and utterly in love with you I am.” 

  “I love you, completely and utterly more.” 

  “Impossible.”  Ron smiled as he leaned in for one final kiss before cuddling into your chest and watching the sunset. He was, completely and utterly, in love with you, and he always would be. 

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[frost-queen]

Flavored sweets (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia,  @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22 @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine,  @evilcr0ne, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Summary: Unlike what everyone thinks didn't Fred and you meet in the train. Rather meeting him at Honeyduke's near the last box of different flavored beans before school even began.

Wrapping paper ripped. Filling the table with a mess as the gifts got revealed. Fred and George pulled out a scarf putting it around their neck. – “Just what I wanted mother.” – George said teasingly with a smirk. Molly slapped him against the head with the wizarding gazette. – “Au I was merely showing you my gratitude.” – George responded rubbing his head. – “I know you well enough to know when you are joking.” – Molly spoke with a glare at him. George turned to look at his brother with a funny face.

Fred pulled his shoulders up, not getting involved in it. Hermione who sat beside Fred came leaning forwards to look at George. – “I’ll take it if you don’t want it.” – Hermione said knowing how much effort Molly had put in those clothing. George smiled funnily at her. – “You’ll get one for yourself.” – he responded receiving another slap against his head with the gazette.

“Au what was that for?” – He asked confused, holding his head. Molly glared at him, a hand on her hip. – “I was just…” – he continued as Ginny giggled across the table. Molly’s scowl intensified as Fred patted his brother on the shoulder. – “Shall we move on to the next present?” – he said trying to change the subject. Molly clasped her hands in delight. She turned round to fetch some presents. – “Nice handling son.” – Arthur said sitting at the head of the table.

Harry smiled sheepishly beside Ron, who was stuffing his mouth with sweets. Fred locked eyes with you across from him, giving you a wink. It made you smile bashful. Molly returned with two gifts, one in each hand. – “These are for Fred and Y/n.” – she said placing one down in front of you and him. – “Let me guess a pair of mittens?” – George joked out. Ginny plucked the wizarding gazette from the table, hitting at George. – “Au! Why did I deserve that?” – he asked her loudly as she had hit his arm.

“I think you know.” – Ginny answered. – “I should be really careful of your next words.” – Hermione warned him knowing if he kept being so jokingly he would be hit more times. – “You shouldn’t have done this Misses Weasley.” – you said with a warm smile. – “Oh nonsense you are practically family Y/n.” – she said bashful feeling her cheeks warm up.

You shared a look with Fred full of love and mischief. With one nod, ripped you the wrapping off it. Fred and you working as fast as you could. Wrapping paper flying up eager to know what you had. You gasped at the sweater taking it out to admire it. Turning it around, you showed it to Fred as he showed you yours. – “You better keep that mouth of yours closed.” – Hermione spoke with a hint at George as a warning. George swallowed his teasing words back in, leaning back in his chair. – “Put it on! Put it on!” – Ginny chanted.

Fred and you got up putting on the sweater. It was a matching sweater. – “Stand next to each other.” – Hermione asked waving Fred over to you. Fred went round the table wrapping an arm around your waist. – “Well mother what do you think?” – he asked presenting himself and you to her. Molly smiled proudly feeling sentimental. – “It looks just perfect.” – Arthur commented. Fred kissed your cheek making you smile. – “I still find it sweet how you first met each other at the train.” – Hermione talked about.

Fred and you frowned. – “That is not where we first met.” – you told her. Everyone looked surprised at the both of you. – “It is not?” – Ron asked with his mouth stuffed. You shook your head. – “But I thought…” – Ginny started furrowing her brows. – “How come I don’t know any of this?” – George had crossed his arms, bumped out that even he didn’t know. Fred slid his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Now I am very curious.” – Molly spoke coming to sit down. – “Me too.” – Harry pitched in looking questionable at you. – “Shall we tell them love?” – Fred asked you. You hummed thoughtfully. – “Please, please do.” – Hermione and Ginny begged. – “Are you sure it wasn’t at the train?” – Harry questioned. You nodded. – “It was before that.” – you explained to your brother. Fred took a deep breath. – “Alright we’ll tell you.”

Diagon alley was crowded. Young witches and wizards eager to get their school supplies. Harry and you still being in awe and shock of what was happening around you. A witch in a green pointy hat passed you, her books floating behind her. It made you gawk at her, pausing for a moment to stare. Hagrid nudged you gently against the shoulder. – “Stick with me Y/n.” – he said. You nodded taking his big hand and tagging along. – “Hagrid I can hardly understand half of this list.” – Harry said looking at the school supply list.

Hagrid took the list from Harry taking a look at it for himself. – “It isn’t that hard to read.” – he spoke making you laugh. – “Here you hold onto it Y/n.” – he moved the list down for you to take. You read the list, mouth falling open. – “Can we truly pick a pet for school?” – you asked him excitedly. Hagrid hummed loud. – “We’ve never been allowed any pets. This is exciting isn’t it Harry.” – you leaned forwards to look around Hagrid over to your brother.

“What pet should I get?” – you wondered. You felt Hagrid’s hand on your back, gently pushing you a bit faster. – “What do you think of a cat? Hagrid would a cat be nice?” – you asked him. – “Oh I don’t know missy but a dragon! A dragon would be a fine pet.” – Hagrid said with a glimmer in his eyes.

You snorted loud. – “I don’t think the school would be pleased as we come with a dragon to school.” – you chuckled out. – “You are right.” – Hagrid replied pushing you closer to him when a group of wizards passed. The three of you bought a few items from the list as some hours had passed. You sat on a bench kicking your feet back and forth while Hagrid was standing before a window shop with Harry. Admiring a broom. Looking around at the shops, your stomach started to growl at the sign of one of them. Honeyduke’s.

“Hmm sweets.” – you water-mouthed. You got up heading over to Hagrid and Harry. You tugged at Hagrid’s jacket for his attention. Hagrid turned around bending over to be closer to you. – “Yes Y/n.” – he said. You pointed to a shop not far away. – “Can I go buy some sweets?” – you asked nervously. – “I’m feeling a bit hungry.” – grabbing your stomach you felt it growl again. Hagrid looked over his shoulder to Harry still admiring the broom.

“I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight.” – he muttered stroking his beard. – “I won’t be long, and I’ll bring you something along.” – you persuaded as you really craved some sweets. Harry turned round to you. – “It will be fine Hagrid. We can look in the meantime inside.” – Harry tugged Hagrid on his sleeve. – “But…but…” – Hagrid was a bit confused of what to do.

“I’ll be right back.” – you told him as Harry pulled Hagrid inside with him. – “See you in a bit.” – Harry waved you goodbye for now. You ran over to the shop with eagerness. Honeyduke’s being the most colorful shop you had ever seen. The little bell above the door rang as you entered. The scent of sweets filling your nostrils with a sugar rush. Immediately you had the desire to buy everything. Never having had the opportunity to do so.

You rushed over to some lollipops plucking one from the basket. Admiring it hesitantly. Something else caught your eye as you placed the lollipop back. Picking up a little box you observed it. – “A chocolate frog?” – you whispered to yourself. The idea of a real frog made you shudder and put it back. In this world of magic anything was possible. Heading towards some rows with shelves filled with sweets, you left the chocolate frogs for what they were.

You stopped and observed several types of sweets. There was so much choice you felt a bit overwhelmed. So much to choose from. You wanted to buy so many things yet at the same time you were hesitant to do so. What if you didn’t like them and wasted your money on it. Setting a box of sweet worms back you wandered a bit further down the rows.

Taking a turn, heading into another row, you spotted a large box. Just one of them left. It seemed interesting as you went over to it. Near the box you bumped into someone. – “Oh sorry.” – you said panickily. The boy with ginger hair and a goofy smile chuckled sheepishly. – “It’s alright.” – he answered. Both of you left it for what it was, reaching for the box. Your hands touched right in front of the box, making you blink startled at it.

The boy turned back to you laughing loud. – “It seems we want the same thing.” – he said rubbing the back of his head. You smiled shyly back. – “You ca…” – you started wanting to offer it to him as he beat you to it. – “It’s yours.” – he blurted out. You stared stunned at him. The boy picked up the box handing it over to you. You accepted it shyly. – “it’s a great box! It has all the great flavored beans.” – he explained.

You opened the box holding it out to him. – “Take your pick.” – you offered. The boy laughed shyly. He stuck his hand in the box, grabbing for a flavored bean. – “I’m Fred Weasley.” – he said as you took one out for yourself. – “Y/n Potter.” – you answered before putting the bean in your mouth. It tasted funny as Fred could tell from your face. – “How does it taste Y/n?” – he asked you. You stuck up a thumb still getting used to the flavor.

Fred followed you to the cashier as you bought the box of flavored beans. – “I hope to see you around Y/n Potter.” – Fred called out saying his goodbye to you outside. – “You too Fred Weasley.” – you said waving back at him. Heading back to your brother and Hagrid you felt a flutter in your stomach after meeting him.

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𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟷/?

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 <𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟒.𝟒𝒌

Sometimes you wished you weren't born in a pureblood family, you had always looked at other families and wished you were them, you saw the way they would laugh and joke with their parents, and if you were being completely honest you envied them, so much so that you started hating them. How was it that some people got the loving parents you so wished for, how was it that those same people who had them never realized how lucky they were.

As much as you wished for those parents that hugged their children, and read them stories and helped them with boy problems, you knew it was for the better, and you knew you deserved what you got.

And all you truly wanted was a sister, or even a brother, maybe if you had someone to be your rock maybe you would have been able to endure the pain your father caused you, maybe you would have been able to handle the way he treated your mother, or maybe you would've been able to forgive her for just standing by while the man yelled and cursed you out.

Maybe you would have been able to look at your parents with love, maybe you would have been able to forgive the both of them and maybe you would've known what love actually looked like.

But you didn't have any real friends, they were all spoiled, no good pureblood and you didn't like the lot of them. Well, there were a couple who you could tolerate, and maybe you did consider them your friends. And one boy in particular who you'd consider your best friend. He was one of many purebloods who understood what you were going through but he wasn't like the rest. He never bullied anyone, he was quiet and calm and never begged for attention. And the two of you were always together.

But you never did go to him with family problems and he never came to you with his either, it was like the two of you knew what the other was going through and silence was the best cure for the both of you.

You two were in the same friend group and you had known them all since your first year. And even though you loved them all dearly Blaise was just different, you two would always stay out of the fights and out of Dracos relentless bullying.

And even though you hated everyone Draco did you just didn't find the need to bully them, it wasn't anyones fault who they were born too and it was for the better. There always had to be two sides didn't there? And you just so happened to be on the side you never wanted to be on. A side you were forced on, born into.

It was your forth year in Hogwarts and this year was supposed to be the most exciting one, it was the year of the triwizard tournament something a lot of people were looking forward too, including your friend group.

You were sitting on a bench writing an Essay for Snapes class that was due the next day while Draco and Blaise were watching people enter into the tournament. You weren't concentrated and honestly didn't care who entered, but Draco and Blaise seemed to be so interested and were already betting among themselves for who was going to get picked.

"No way Diggory is putting his name in," Draco scoffed, a small laugh leaving both boys.

"He wouldn't last an hour in the games," Even though both boys knew fully well Diggory would be a good choice for the games and could potentially win they were still sour because they had lost to Hufflepuff in Quidditch last year, and Diggory was on the team. You just let out a small laugh, causing both boys to look at you.

"What's so funny L/N?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a look.

"You two are just sour because of last year huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Blaise cut in. "We both just know sport and players," You nodded, trying to look serous.

"Right right, its not like last year Hufflepuff beat your arses and now you two are still mad about it," You smiled. And just as Draco was about to say something stupid like he always did he got cut off by cheering.

You looked away from them to see two gingers making their way towards the cup, both with big smiles on their faces. They both had potions in their hands which must be to help them seem older in order to get past the ring that was around the cup.

"Well lads, we've done it," George said.

"Cocked it up just this morning," Fred finished, both of them giving high fives to their friends. You just rolled your eyes and put your attention back on your Essay.

"Idiots, do they really think that rubbish potion is going to work?" Draco laughed.

"Good thing we're here to see it go wrong," Blaise said, a small smile on his face as the two of them looked at the other two idiots. Draco was always different around you and Blaise, he seemed more himself and not such an arse or such a showoff. He never tried to prove himself with you two and you were glad. If he did you know you wouldn't be able to stand him.

You looked up again, seeing both of the twins sitting by Hermione, your eyes caught Freds who had already been looking at you before you caught his stare. He quickly looked away and stood up along with George, and only now did you notice how you instantly got butteries the moment you saw Fred looking at you.

You blew out a breath but all that got washed away right as you saw Pansy in the hallway. Her eyes were on you and right when you looked at her she motioned you over, a worried look on her face. You instantly felt uneasy and nervous, she always gave you that look when you got a letter for your parents.

You never got letters unless it was important or if they were mad at something you've done.

"I have to go," You said, packing up everything and rushing away from the boys before they even got to say anything. You were so worried and in your own thoughts about the letter that you missed the way Freds eyes followed you, the way his heartbeat felt faster whenever he saw how pretty you looked, which was every time he saw you.

He always hated how much you affected him because he knew he'd never be able to get a chance with you, you hated him and even though he wanted to hate you he just couldn't. To him you were perfection in every way, the way you walked, the way you laughed which squeezed his heart every time he heard it, the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes would always brighten every time you saw snow, maybe even the way you would always try to get Draco to stop from bullying Ron.

And he could tell right now that something was wrong, he could tell by the way you walked, by the way your face was covered in worry and fear, by the way you rushed out with Parkinson and by the way both Malfoy and Zabini knew why you had rushed out and what it was about.

~~~

It turns out the letter was just explaining how they were going on a business trip and you won't be coming home for any holidays which made you feel relief, Christmas with your family always seemed so unjoyful and you always had so much more fun when you spent Christmas with your friends, and they always got you presents you loved not something that you might need later in life.

You were talking with Pansy about the letter when you noticed the Gryffindor boys walk into the classroom. You were confused because Snape had told you lot that today was dance practice. You looked around the boys and saw Fred standing in the back with George both laughing with Ron and Harry.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall said, clapping her hands. "Now we've split you up and paired you with different house so this will be the groups you will be dancing with until the Ball,"

"Isn't this a delight," Astoria, one of the girls you've been friends with since first year said. She wasn't apart of your friend group but the two of you had a lot of classes together throughout the years and you had grown close. "I was looking forward to dancing and now its ruined,"

"Well at least this will only be for a couple of weeks," You whispered back, not feeling as annoyed as you hoped. As McGonagall was explaining you caught the eyes of the same ginger, you didn't know why you were catching his eye so much and it was making you feel things you didn't want to.

"Since the lot of you aren't getting up to pick your own partners I will do it for you," You got snapped back to the Professor just as everyone groaned about what she just said.

"Just keeps getter better huh?" Astoria whispered, annoyance laced in her voice. But you were barely focused on what she was saying, your heartbeat was just getting faster and faster as McGonagall was paring two and two together and soon your name was called out.

Your heart stopped all together when she called out Fred's name. You didn't know why you were this nervous, you hated the boy. And you hated how he was a dirtyblood and how he was so joyful and energetic. Right?

You stood up and made your way towards the boy, who was already waiting for you on the floor. He seemed nervous, and his eyes wouldn't meet your own. It was something you've never seen on him before and it made you feel strange.

"Now boys put your hand on her waist," You heard McGonagall yell out. Fred stepped closer so the two of you were only inches apart. He looked down at your waist before he look at your face, he slowly and gently put his hands around you and pulled you closer.

Butterfiles erupted in your stomach, and his touch made you feel something you had never felt before. McGonagalls voice felt like background noise when Fred took your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, his hands were so much bigger than yours and they were so warm that you felt it in your whole body.

You looked up into his eyes when you placed your free hand on his shoulder, and this time he didn't look away. Your breath was coming out uneven and it felt like you were on a cloud, like it was just the two of you in the room.

Fred had never felt so nervous in his life, and he couldn't deny that when his name was called out with your own that he was excited and so nervous at the same time. He was hoping your name would be called with his.

And when you stood before him it was the first time he realized how much taller he was then you, he realized how he towered over you and you from that angle was the prettiest view he'd ever seen. He knew he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye from this close, he knew if he did he would want to kiss those beautiful lips that would always make the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen.

But he got even closer and it made him want to melt right there and then. The way his hands felt your waist and the way his hand fit so perfectly in yours, he just couldn't keep his eyes off of yours.

And the moment he looked down and gazed into your eyes he felt lost, it was like it was just the two of you in the room and he wanted more then anything to just close the distance and know what it felt like to kiss those perfect lips and what it felt like to have those small pretty hands in his hair.

Fred was so lost in the dance and the way you were looking at him that he didn't notice the way his brothers were looking at him, didn't notice how they noticed the way he was looking at you right now but even if he did know he didn't have a care in the world.

He knew you were different and he loved every part that was you, even if you two were from different worlds, and different homes and different families, all he wanted was you.

~~~

The Ball was right around the corner and everyone was so excited including you, you had already picked out the perfect dress and were now just waiting on a special someone to ask you. You weren't too worried about it because you knew if you didn't get asked you would just go with Blaise.

You were sitting in the library with Draco, Blaise, Theo, Enzo and Pansy all working on a big group project that would be wroth a lot of marks. You were all trying your best to keep the noise down since Snape never let a sound be made.

"Theo you aren't doing a single thing," You whispered, hitting him on the back of the head with your notebook. He glared at you, before snatching the book out of your hands.

"Hey. Only Snape can do that," He said, throwing the book to Blaise.

"You wanna bet?"

"Hey Snape is coming," Enzo said making you all look back towards Snape who looked at all of you with warning.

"Okay okay lets just all," Pansy started, looking at Theo. "Work on this so we get a good grade okay?"

"Like we didn't plan that from the start," Enzo cut in making Pansy glare at him. You looked away from the group who were only getting louder by the second and looked towards the doors that had just opened.

You saw one of the Durmstrang boys who you had talked to a couple of times make his way inside. He was a handsome looking boy, and a lot of girls swooned over him along with many other Durmstrang boys. He had a full head of dark brown hair, it was fluffy and curly, his eyes were a dark shade of brown and he was buff, it looked as though he never missed a day of working out.

His eyes soon connected with yours and just like that a smile was plastered on his face. You smiled back but were a little confused when he made his way towards you.

"Can I get a moment with Y/N?" He asked, his thick accent making it hard to understand. But everyone at the table looked at him and then at you.

"Of course," Theo said, standing up, his arms in the air. "Just don't take too long, i know it happens sometimes but we need her for this project. She is the brains you know," Your eyes widened the second Enzo and Draco started laughing. You stood up and slapped his shoulder.

"Don't listen to anything he says. He's stupid after all," You said, glaring at all of the boys before you dragged the confused Durmstrang away.

Fred who had also been in the library couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw you talking with the Durmstrang boy, and he felt anger boil when he saw your friends teasing, and soon a big smile was on your face which confirmed what his question must have been.

Fred clenched his jaw and his fits as he looked down at the work in front of him. He knew he couldn't be mad like this when he wasn't going to ask you but the feelings just came and there was nothing he could have done about them.

"You okay Fred," George asked, Fred just nodded before he grabbed his work and stood up.

"I'm gonna go," And before George could ask what the hell was wrong Fred angrily made his way towards the door.

~~~

It was the day of the Yull Ball, everyone was beyond excited including you, it was rare for Hogwarts to have dances like this, and it was a very exciting time in general, not just with the dance but with the tournament. Which caused a lot of commotion and a farrert, something that no one was going to forget for a while.

After getting ready and meeting your date you entered the ball room, which was beyond beautiful. Your eyes were fixed on the room and the food that you again missed a certain someones eyes that just couldn't seem to leave you.

And he thought you couldn't get any more beautiful. He was horribly wrong.

He couldn't help the smile that made its way on his face, the way your eyes shown and the way your smile went from ear to ear was just too much for the poor boy. He knew from this moment that he just wouldn't see another girl the way he saw you, he knew he was head over heels for you and it did scare him.

But how could he not.

Throughout the whole night his eyes would always try to find your form, and every time his eyes found you he would feel calm and his heart would do summersaults but he also felt envy. He wanted more than anything to be that boy you were dancing, laughing and talking with.

But he was a coward for not asking you first. And he cursed to himself every time he saw your pretty face, because that could have been him.

As the night dragged on you were pulled away from all fun you were having, Pansy had come to you with a letter from your parents. Again, dread filling your body and you knew this night was most likely to get ruined.

As you read the letter your heart dropped, an overwhelming sensation came over you and you felt so so so angry. You crumpled up the letter and threw it away, you tried your best to keep the tears at bay but they slipped anyways. You quickly wiped it away but more just kept coming.

You tired your best to not panic, you took deep breaths in and let them out slowly, but it wasn't helping and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. You didn't know if they were angry tears or sad ones but either way they weren't stopping.

You walked back into the ball room, right away you went towards Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Theo, they all stopped talking once they saw you and right away they looked worried.

"Y/N?" Draco asked, coming closer. You looked up at him, and it just broke your heart. He didn't know. You bit your lip trying your best not to brust out crying. "A-

"No," You cut him off, a single tear dropping from your eyes. "Don't," He looked so concerned at this point, they all did. You just ignored their questions and grabbed Theo's drink. You smelled it before you downed it all at once.

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?" Blaise asked, grabbing the cup away from your hands. You knew they spiked the drinks, it was honestly what you needed right now. You needed to just forget.

"What? What does it look like I'm fucking doing?" You asked, voice raising. "You all can drink but I can't? How the hell is that fair?" You never swore, you never drunk, you were a good kid. Better than all of them and they knew this. That might be why they always tried to protect you from everything all the time. Because they knew you still had hope that life could get better.

You felt inside Theo's jacket until you felt what you were looking for. Theo tried getting you away but you had already grabbed the bottle.

"Y/N I don't know what that letter was about but drinking won't make it go away-"

"Your right it won't," You backed away. "But it sure as hell will get it off of my mind-"

"Y/N stop it. You're better then this," Draco said, his eyes pleading. You socffed

"What if I don't want to be better than this. What if I just want to do whatever the hell I want without having to worry about everyone else," Tears were rolling onto your cheeks but you wiped them away.

"Y/N just talk to us-"

"No! God just leave me alone!" You yelled, walking away and disappearing into the crowd. The boys tried going after you but there were too many people.

~~~

As the night went on you were only getting more and more drunk and after a little the bottle was empty and you were completely drunk. And your date was starting to notice this.

"Y/N are you okay? You seem different," He asked as the two of you were on the dance floor.

"Of course I'm okay," You slurred happily. "Why wouldn't I be, we are having a great fucking time at this stupid ball," You said, laughing, and soon you were dancing and going all out. You laughed again when you almost fell but he caught you.

"Okay, I think we should sit down,"

"What no, the good songs are just starting to play," And even with your protests he led you off the dace floor and towards a quiet table in a corner.

"Look just stay here I'll be right back okay?" He said you only nodded and with that he left.

"Stupid boys," You whispered as you drank from your punch that had the last bit of alcohol in it.

"Y/N?" You looked up, narrowing your eyes and soon his blurry figure was clear. Fred. You smiled instantly and jumped up, but you caught yourself before falling on your face by grabbing his firm arms.

"Wow, you don't look like the type," You laughed, referring to his arms which you still hadn't let go of. Fred looked at you confused and worried, he knew you'd never say something like that. You were to collected and quiet for that.

"Are you..." He dragged off when you saw you reach for your cup. It clicked too fast. He grabbed the cup away from you.

"Give it back," You whined, trying to grab it but he pushed your arm away. He put the cup to his nose and right away he could smell the alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked.

"I have never seen you so serous," You laughed, pushing away from him but he grabbed you and faced you towards him again.

"Answer the question? No you know what I already know. Why the hell are you drinking?" He seemed so mad that you got upset. You pushed him away.

"Why does everyone care if I drink? You are all so annoying. Just leave me alone," His blood boiled but he didn't have time to yell at you right now, and he could see Snape looking over at the two of you too often so he grabbed you and dragged you out of the ball room.

You were squirming and trying to get away from him but he was a lot stronger then he looked. Must have been all that quidditch and you thought it was really attractive.

"Where are you taking me?" You whined.

"To your dorm," You instantly tried pulling away which caused him to stop walking. "What?"

"Please don't take me their, I know Draco will be there waiting for me,"

"Good, he seems like a good friend to you-"

"No no please you don't understand. I can't see him. I can't talk to him," Tears started forming in your eyes. "I can't tell him," His brows furrowed. And the way you seemed so destroyed he just couldn't keep up this serous and hard act anymore, all he wanted to do was wipe those tears away and hug you. He just wanted to make it all go away.

"I'll just take you to my dorm okay?" Your eyes brightened and you nodded, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "But promise me you will try to be quiet,"

"I will I will," He nodded, his heart breaking from looking at you. You were to pretty to be crying, but he couldn't lie that you looked beautiful when you cried.

He sunk you into his dorm and thankful the room was empty, meaning the boys weren't back from the Ball yet. He sat you on his bed as he went to get a bottle of water.

You took this time to look at the boy. He was so handsome, you had always believed he was but you just never let yourself think such thoughts. He took off his jacket and put it on a chair before he rolled up his white selves. And you couldn't help but stare at those forearms. They were a lot more muscular than you thought.

But he didn't stop there. He took his tie off and unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt and you were star struck. He was so beautiful. So handsome, and just so. There wasn't even a word to describe him.

"Here," He gave you the bottle of water, which you took while still staring at him.

"You know you are so pretty," You said. He looked at you with shock before a small nervous smile spread on his face.

"Your drunk Y/N, you don't know what your saying," You got up, throwing the bottle of water on the bed and made your way closer to him. He didn't back away when you were only inches apart, he seemed curious and nervous as he looked into your eyes.

"I do. I just never had the nerves to tell you," You looked in his eyes before they shifted towards his lips. This boy had always looked at you a certen way, and it was the kind of look at made you weak and nervous. You knew if you were sober you'd never have the nerve to do what youve always wanted to do.

And you could see he wanted it too. You could tell by the way his eyes would shift towards your lips and by the way he seemed so nervous, and looked like he wanted it just as much as you. Maybe even more.

And without a thought in the world you closed the distance.

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[dreamingofmarauders]

You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

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It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

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[ecliptiz]

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ╰► WEASLEY TWINS

Summary; Designing prank worthy things with your twins.

Warnings; Cursing, Fem!Reader

THE BURROW was enveloped in a tranquil hush, as raindrops danced upon the windows accompanied by occasional bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Within a cozy room on the second floor, three teenagers gathered, finding solace in the familiar embrace of the Weasley abode.

Soft candlelight flickered, casting an ethereal glow that revealed the intricate dance of their hands amidst the fragrant blend of gunpowder, cinnamon, and wisps of smoke. The scent, far from overwhelming, teased their senses, fueling their creativity.

Among the trio, the sole girl engrossed herself in a delicate ballet of quill and parchment, meticulously crafting designs for their latest arsenal of prank fireworks. Her eyes glimmered with mischief and ingenuity.

Meanwhile, the red-headed twins harmoniously toiled side by side, each immersed in their own peculiar inventions. George deftly manipulated the components of a basic blaze box, while Fred tinkered with the delicate intricacies of a fainting fancy.

Y/N gracefully rose from her perch atop a pile of cozy quilted blankets, drawn to the small table in the boys' room where an intriguing prototype of the firework awaited her attention. With confident strides, she approached Fred and George, who were immersed in their work, surrounded by an array of tools.

As if sensing her presence, the mischievous twins instinctively shifted, creating a comfortable space for her without a word exchanged.

Seating herself amongst them, Y/N leaned forward, her slender fingers reaching for the necessary tools to tinker with the intricate box that would house their explosive creations. Aware of the spells involved, she needed to devise a clever mechanism that would grant easy access for the magic to ignite the fireworks and unleash their breathtaking display.

A flicker of concern danced in Y/N's eyes as she noticed George's finger dangerously close to a newly crafted stink bomb, known to be flawed and potentially catastrophic with the slightest mishap. Swiftly, she issued a warning to protect them all from potential disaster.

"Don't set that off," she cautioned, her voice laced with a mixture of care and firmness.

A mischievous smirk played upon George's lips as he met her gaze, his finger retracting cautiously. "Don't worry, Y/N-"

"We know what we're doing," Fred confidently interjected, his words blending seamlessly with his brother's as they finished each other's sentences effortlessly—an established rapport that came naturally to the mischievous duo.

Y/N emitted a playful hum, accompanied by an exaggerated roll of her eyes, mirroring their words with a hint of sarcasm and a huff. Deep down, she knew all too well the likelihood of one of them setting something off accidentally.

Returning her focus to her own box of tools, she allowed her mind to delve into the intricate workings, her body moving on autopilot as if she were merely a bystander to her own actions.

Suddenly, the sound of George stifling a laugh disrupted her reverie, causing her to snap back to reality. Her gaze met his mischievous brown eyes, which were brimming with suppressed amusement.

Curiosity piqued, she followed his line of sight, turning to face Fred. To her amusement, he now sported black soot on his face and hair, his eyes closed tightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Unable to contain her laughter, Y/N raised her eyebrows and addressed Fred, her voice laced with mirth. "What did you do, Fred?" Her laughter danced through her words as she approached him, extending a gentle touch to his soot-covered face, the residue leaving a smudge on her fingertip.

Fred, his eyes still shut tightly, couldn't help but crack a small grin at Y/N's amusement. He opened his eyes, revealing the mischief twinkling within them, and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know, just testing the boundaries of our latest creation," he replied with a mischievous glint in his voice.

George chimed in, unable to contain his laughter any longer. "He wanted to see if the explosion would match his new 'sooty chic' look," he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/N joined in the lighthearted banter, her laughter blending with theirs. "Well, Fred, I must say, it's a fashion statement like no other," she remarked, her eyes gleaming with playful affection. She reached for a nearby cloth and gently wiped away the soot from Fred's face, revealing his familiar freckled features underneath.

Fred leaned into her touch, a mischievous glimmer still present in his eyes. "All for the sake of experimentation, my dear Y/N. We can't let a little soot get in the way of pushing the limits, can we?" he quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

As Y/N rolled her eyes at Fred's groaning, she persisted in wiping away the lingering soot from his face, her touch gentle yet determined. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she playfully tousled his hair, attempting to dislodge the remaining traces of ash that stubbornly clung to his vibrant orange locks. She watched with satisfaction as the particles floated away, revealing his familiar fiery mane once again.

Stepping back, Y/N couldn't help but let out a teasing smile as she turned her attention to George. Leaning forward, her voice dipped into a playful tone. "See, George, I told you one of you would set something off," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of victory.

George returned her teasing with a smirk of his own, engaging in their familiar banter. "Ah, but Y/N, you never specified which one of us it would be. You only mentioned me," he countered, his tone laced with playful defiance.

Amidst their banter, Fred couldn't resist joining in on the playful teasing. He straightened his now-soot-free appearance, feigning mock offense. "Oi, now hold on a minute! I'm not the only one to blame here. We're a dynamic duo, after all," he chimed in, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes once agian, standing to streach her legs.

Y/N's laughter subsided as she stood up to stretch her legs, her playful energy still lingering in the air. Unbeknownst to the twins, a small, unnoticed spark danced between the metal tools they carried, finding its way to the exposed rope of the firework prototype.

As the spark made contact with the rope, a sudden burst of light illuminated the room, accompanied by a resounding pop. The trio's attention snapped towards the source of the commotion, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, blimey! Did we just...?" Fred's voice trailed off, his eyes fixed on the unexpected firework display that now illuminated the room in a shower of colorful sparks.

George's jaw dropped in astonishment, his initial shock soon giving way to an infectious grin. "Well, it seems our latest creation has a bit of a mind of its own," he exclaimed, a mix of excitement and amusement lacing his words.

As the room filled with an array of exploding fireworks, the trio instinctively ducked and bolted out of the door, only to come face to face with a disheveled Percy Weasley, his hair awry and a perplexed expression etched on his face.

Percy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene before him. "What in Merlin's beard is going on here?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and exasperation.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged sheepish glances, their faces smudged with soot and their hair slightly disheveled. "Well, you see, Percy, it's all part of our latest experiment with fireworks," Fred explained, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he sheepishly shuffled, trying to rid himself of the soot on his sweater.

George nodded in agreement, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Yes, Percy, just a small, unexpected mishap." he added, his tone filled with both apology and amusement.

Y/N chimed in, her voice laced with a touch of laughter. "We didn't anticipate the fireworks taking on a life of their own, but hey, that's the fun of experimentation, right?" she said, a hint of mischief and a slight bit of worry dancing in her eyes.

"No, this is not alright! Go and get Mum!" Percy exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern. He hurried down the stairs, shouting about a fire, his footsteps echoing through the house.

Within moments, the sound of hurried footsteps resonated through the hallways, growing louder as they approached. Molly Weasley, wearing a disheveled and sleepy expression, emerged at the top of the stairs, her wand gripped tightly in her hand.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" Molly demanded, her voice a mixture of worry and sternness as she took in the chaotic scene before her.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged guilty glances, their expressions mirroring a combination of remorse and amusement. "Err... Mum, it's just a little mishap with our fireworks experiment. No need to worry!" Fred offered, attempting to alleviate his mother's concern.

George nodded in agreement, though a hint of mischief danced in his eyes. "Yes, Mum, just a minor setback in our brilliant invention. We assure you, everything is under control," he reassured, his voice tinged with both sincerity and mischief.

Molly sighed, her gaze shifting from one soot-covered face to another. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you lot. One of these days, you'll blow up the entire house," she muttered, a mix of exasperation and affection in her voice.

After Molly retreated to her room and Percy returned to his with one last disapproving glare, the twins and Y/N made their way back to the now clean room, exhaling a collective sigh of relief.

Y/N couldn't help but tease them, a playful glint in her eyes. "When did you two start talking like that? 'Just a little mishap' and 'minor setback'," she quipped, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Fred grinned, his voice laced with humor. "Oh, you know, when we're desperately trying to avoid getting killed or having our heads fed to hippogriffs," he replied, his tone filled with a touch of melodrama.

George chuckled, effortlessly picking up the conversation where Fred left off. "And let's not forget, Mum isn't particularly fond of our experimental endeavors. So, we have to maintain an air of sophistication," he added- keeping his ‘classic’ type talk, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, playfully nudging George's arm. "Well, you two certainly have mastered the art of keeping it classy," she remarked, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Hours passed, and the trio found themselves nestled in Fred's bed, opting for it over George's due to the clutter of tools and experiments. Y/N lay in the middle, sandwiched between the twins, their bodies intertwined.

George's chest pressed against Y/N's back, his arm draped around her waist. His hand lightly grazed her side, his touch both comforting and possessive. The rhythm of his heartbeat reverberated against her back, and his warm breath tickled her face and neck. The soft strands of his long hair brushed against her skin, adding to the intimate closeness they shared.

Fred lay close to Y/N, their legs entangled as they sought warmth and comfort in their sleep. His mouth was slightly ajar, hinting at the dreams that danced behind his closed eyelids. Together, they formed a picture of peaceful slumber, their connection evident even in the realm of dreams.

As morning arrived, the peaceful scene of the intertwined trio was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Their laughter filled the room, barely contained as they stood by the bed, holding an enchanted muggle camera that captured moving pictures.

With mischievous grins, Ron and Harry aimed the camera at the entangled figures before them. The enchanted device froze the moment in time, capturing a few seconds of their synchronized breaths and the serenity on their faces.

Just as Fred's eyes fluttered open, the image repeated itself, creating a loop of that particular moment, destined to play on a continuous loop.

The sounds of screams could be heard in the Weasley burrow that morning.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[pamelasmuse]

Haunting

fwb!fred weasley x fem!reader, with harry potter x fem!reader

You are dating “The Golden One”, Harry Potter. Expect a few weeks ago you cheated on him with Fred, your fwb. And you cant help but think about him all night long while at the burrow, sitting next to him.

You smooth your skirt down, from it, blowing up in the wind. Harry knocked on the door, and then soon moved his hand so he was holding yours. The door finally opened and you saw someone all too familiar. It was Fred you’re on and off again friends with benefits who you had cheated on your current boyfriend, Harry Potter, with less than a week ago.

He he looked at you and Harry holding hands and a twinge ran through your heart. After looking for a little too long, he cleared his throat and move backwards. So you and Harry could walk in Molly, saw you right away she ran from her spot in the kitchen to hug Harry and greet you. She yelled at him, and you, for him being too small, and not eating enough. That was something that had always bothered you when people complain to you about his problems like he wasn’t good enough to take care of himself, because he was the golden one.

After talking with Molly and catching up, you and Harry made you in the living room. Fred was there talking to George. Harry sat down in a couch adjacent from Fred and you sat in the spot farthest from him. You wanted to forget about last week about the mistake you made, but it was hard to forget about especially when he was sitting right next to you.

 You tried for weeks to re-create a feeling with Harry, but when it inevitably failed for the thousandth time you finally gave in. You called Fred but quickly hung up feeling regret, but after a few minutes, he called you back. “ did you call?” You stayed silent for a few minutes, but then answered. “Yea” you trailed off. “ What’s going on? The golden boy not enough for you.” Even though it was a dig at your relationship he was right and you met up and had a great night together.

You had spent the last week desperately trying to get Harry to make you feel the same way. It was different than when you tried before because this time you remember what the feeling was and you needed him to make you feel that way. Harry felt he wasn’t being enough and it led to many arguments. In fact you’d had one right before this night. He yelled that you were a selfish person who couldn’t accept him. And you raged that he had to much of an ego. But you put on your happy faces for Molly.

Your mind kept wandering to that night every time you looked at Fred. Sometimes he look at you and your eyes would look for a little too long. He mesmerized you and your body. His eyes watched your chest rise and fall. He looked at your arms remembering how you shiver when he kisses your shoulders. He finally landed on your hands. Which at the moment was intertwined with Harrys.

His jaw clenched and you noticed. You felt bad. You really liked him but he wasn’t boyfriend material. He played around, he didn’t try to be nice. Not to mention his issues with commitment. You quickly looked back at Harry down at his hand, which is resting on your thigh. You realize he was the one you deserved. And for the rest of the night you didn’t look at Fred.

When dinner was over  you all returned to the living room. At some point Molly mentioned that there was a storm outside.  she suggested you all stay the night. Ron and Hermione slept in his old bedroom and the boys in their’s. You and Harry camped out in the living room somehow luckily you had a bag full of clothes from the few weeks of traveling you’ve been doing, but the only night time clothing you had was a blue slip nightgown.

Luckily, everybody was in bed so you didn’t feel weird wearing this skimpy nightgown. You and Harry laid down, and as he held you in his arms, tears slid down your face. You feel bad for what you had done.  But you realized that you weren’t happy, and there was no way that it was morally right to be happy with two men. After tossing and turning for what felt like ours, you finally went to the bathroom.

You sat on the toilet and thought. You thought about breaking up with Harry you thought about marrying Harry. Your mind swirled. You got up and wiped your tears looking at yourself in the mirror. You finally walked out of the bathroom into the kitchen.

 The kitchen was dimly lit, except for a lamp. Where you saw a familiar Redhead. Fred was sitting there with a glass of wine and a cigarette. Basically your perfect night. “ Why are you up?” he asked. You look down, not being able to look at him, not being able to answer him.

“ trouble in paradise?” he asked again united before taking a seat next to him. His eyes immediately went to your bare skin, making you feel nervous. You are the cigarette in his hands before he handed you one. You took it and lit it. Puffing up the smoke.

You felt his hand touch your thigh,but you didn’t make a scene about it.  but it slowly started to inch, It’s way up.  you looked at him for a second. ”Can i have some?” You motion to his wine. “Yes” he says hes voice husky. He said to take a sip when you feel his hand dipped into your panties. Then you coughed and choked on the wine.

He said it down before looking at him very concerned “we cant do this” you yelled at him he leaned in and kissed your lips. And you forgot about it you forgot about Harry you forgot about your relationship you only could think of him.

A/N: I am so sorry this was so late it’s not that great but they will probably be a part two I don’t know. Also, the guy in the picture of the top is so cute anyway. 🙈 also, I am so beyond sorry that it is short. I will definitely try for the next one. I’ve just been in a little bit of a writing slump

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[swiftieblyth]

The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it.  Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie. 

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!” 

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug. 

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.” 

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.  

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.” 

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look. 

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 

"I don't know, sir," Harry said. 

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" 

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else. 

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.” 

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room. 

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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BOOKS AND SNEAKY KISSES - harry potter

i am in my harry potter phase i fear.

warnings: mentions of studying throughout. kissing no specific gender stated!

hermione granger ;

ah yes, the study queen herself. if you somehow manage to get her to study with you, there better be no ulterior motives because they will not work. hermione pushes you to the absolute max with spells, potions, and various bouts of magical history. you'll learn things you would have never thought to be a part of human understanding all while admiring her determined face. it wasn't as if you didn't want to study... you just got a little distracted by the beauty in front of you. "y/n, are you even listening? you do know that this paper is due by tomorrow night, right?" of course you know when the papers due. how could you not with snape breathing down your nose for you to turn it in. but, all you could think about was hermione — not some paper on troll snot and its health benefits. "can i kiss you?" you had blurted it out accidently. bundles of curls snapped towards you, slightly angry but slightly flustered. "you have work to do!" "please..." and who was hermione to deny the slight pout of her partners lips? "just one and then you're writing that paper, got it?" "yes ma'am."

harry potter ;

it's not studying per se... but you do get work done! (sometimes.) attempting to study with harry almost always leads to indulging in conversations about the world and what is in it. everything is up for grabs — from god to how frogs are able to jump. it is limitless in its discussion, but often meaningful. (until you get to sharing gossip about things you've seen while under a certain invisibility cloak.) when the two of you do decide to focus on school work, it is usually short lived. whatever paper you have due is neglected after a small snag is hit, and from there the conversations pick right back up. it's extremely common for you and harry to be the last ones in the library. both of you entranced by the ideas the other has. "i wonder why there are so many stars. do you think magic can make stars?" it's a strange question from you, but harry will answer nonetheless. "well, magic can make pretty much anything right?" "right." "do you think magic made us then?" now that was a big question. his glasses were off, and his eyes were closed as he lay next to you on the floor. you kissed him quickly on the cheek. "magic can make a lot of things. so why not us?"

ronald weasley ;

depending on his mood, ron is surprisingly studious. (aka when he has over twenty missing assignments.) he's had hermione on his back for years now so he knows how to catch up on an assignment or two. assuming you're the more studious one, ron will consistently ask you to revise his papers and worksheets. you often scold him for not being able to notice the more obvious flaws in his work — such as spelling mistakes. (there is no grammarly in the wizarding world.) but, you check his work nonetheless. on days when ron is not in the mood, studying often proves difficult. he'll distract you with prospects of sweets, sleep, and just relaxing. "we could go down and get those rolls... or we could just lay in bed..." it proves quite difficult to tune out ron's desires but you have to finish these writings before your professors bite your head off. "later. later." then, the quill is being plucked from your hands and placed lightly on the table. and pieces of ginger hair are flooding your vision as ron leans in close to you. "it's not like resting for ten minutes will kill you, right?" and ginger hair meets forehead as a kiss is planted on your lips.

george weasley ;

seeing as george and his twin would rather give puking patsy's to the first years as opposed to doing their work, it is unlikely that studying goes well with george. however, george is exceptionally considerate when it comes to your diligent studying. george will bring you whatever it is you need; from water all the way to the answers from a past worksheet that he tricked some poor fifth year out of. of course, george will be a kind boyfriend and sit with you as you study. he'll talk, and work on whatever latest contraption he and fred are creating. a comfortable silence falls onto the two of you as you both work on whatever needs to be done. you both can work well into the night with only exchanging a maximum of thirty words. but, past a certain point george can get a little restless. he's more than fine with the shared silence, but george also enjoys hearing your voice. he'll sacrifice getting scolded by you if it means he can hear you. "love, how long have you been studying exactly?" it takes a simple glance to the clock on the wall for your answer: "about five hours now." "and you're telling me your leg hasn't fallen asleep once this whole time?" it's such a strange question that you giggle a bit at it. (much to george's delight.) "we could go for a walk..." you spare george an upward glance and quirk of your eyebrow. "you've been studying for so long, love. get out and do something!" the previous look does not waiver as you attempt to communicate to george your stress without actively speaking. "fine. i will leave you alone." and he does. for five minutes. he's back and his arms are snaking around your waist ever so lightly. and his hands are meeting at your stomach and yanking you up. your legs are flailing and arms are hitting his lightly. and all you hear is his breathy chuckle as he walks you with him in his arms around the length of the library. and with each step, he presses a myriad of kisses into your creased forehead.

fred weasley ;

studying sure is fun, isn't it? combine multiple hours of sitting still with the efforts of a certain red-head trying to prevent you from doing just that and you'll be met with a recipe for disaster. the thing is, it's not like fred does it distinctly on purpose — he's just never been a studier, and that rubs off whenever he's around it. of course, george was the more "studious" between the two but it wasn't like he was the 'brightest wizard of his age.' So, Fred had always taken to annoying his brother in his academic endeavours and thus did the same to you. And for the amount of time you've know fred, you've grown used to his distractions. around exam times, fred grows particularly restless as he watches you toil away at countless scrolls and textbooks about various subjects. he'll do more and more extravagant things to try and get you to abandon your studies. for example, in your fourth year he got one of the second years to find the answers to one of your exams. it was a semi-sweet gesture that almost got him snubbed by snape had it not been for george and yours combined efforts. back to your current predicament, a certain ginger has taken it upon himself to plop his body right between you and your work. "fred, can you...move?" you were met with a simple head shake, and it took all of your willpower to not shove this man off your lap. and although this was one of fred's lighter distractions, it was a distraction nonetheless. "fred...." "darling, please. i've sat here for ages without speaking to you. i'm bored!" fred's naturally coy personality had given way to his own need for attention. but, he looked so cute like that... with his hair tossed around and eyes slightly wide. it was a small kiss. well, until fred grabbed you by the collar and made it a bit bigger. guess studying was gonna have to wait.

draco malfoy ;

now, studying with or around draco is noted for its silence. draco could sit for near hours without any speaking — especially if he's focused on his work. you can try your best at vying for his attention, but will most likely be met with a stone cold wall of a boyfriend. but his resolve is almost applause worthy as he sits for hours on end pouring over potions homework. (because he's worried that the professor will fail him if he's not up to par.) in all the attempts you've made, draco rarely ever breaks or even bends. for example, in the third year you had decided you needed draco's attention while he was studying for a herbology test and elected to charm his textbooks into plants themselves. (with each turn, a new plant would sprout up on the pages.) to any normal person, this would be enough to at least set the book down; but not malfoy! he merely pawed through the pages while ripping out the plants. (and muttering a few curses at you under his breath at you.) so, every attempt you make is more grand than the last. you're more than sure that draco's grown more than tired of your antics, but you don't really care. this time, you would make sure his potions work would be put aside — even if for a moment. "draco. draco. draco." "i'm not some ghost that can be summoned if you say my name three times fast, hun." not a single one of his limbs or bones moved to remove his attention from his potions textbook. you leaned across your shared table and began to play with his hand not lying on the textbook. if there was one thing about draco that he didn't want anyone to know; it was his hand sensitivity. while you thought it was cute, draco wanted to bash your head in whenever you took advantage of it. dragging your fingers from the beginning of his wrist down the last knuckle of his pointer finger, you felt him jump a little. each trace of your finger dragged draco farther and farther from his textbook and closer towards the slight touch of your hands. "draco..." this time, his head snapped up to look at you. you couldn't help but laugh at his lack of resolve from simple touch. you stood quickly, pushing your chair out from under you with great exaggeration. a swift kiss was placed onto dracos lips as you left him and his studies. "god damn it." and just like that, draco had abandoned his studies.

ginny weasley ;

books and books and more books were piled around the shared library table between you and ginny. it had become a sort of game between you two to see who could distract the other the most. from paper balls to charms cast across the wooden table — there was no limit to the amount of tactics deployed by the two of you. the two of yours transfiguration textbooks lay between various piles of snacks, paper, quills, and a stark variety of weasley products. ginny's main tactics in distracting you manifest in the form of frustrating you. usually, she would make herself well into your personal space and tease you to the maximum. it would start off small. with sitting close to you and reaching over you to "get something" or with the classic "there's something on your cheek." and you would play along with her little stunts—feigning misunderstanding just to make her feel like she was winning. (there's no way to tell who actually is.) it's a simple, yet dangerous game. the regular completion rate for when the two of you work together is around 5%. (essentially three sentences.) with each sleight of hand or look in the eye, the two of you drift farther and farther from the responsibilities you had both agreed to. this time, ginny elected to "tutoring" you as a means of distraction. "and what's the answer to this one, dove?" with two delicate fingers holding up your chin, distracting you from the problem, and green eyes staring straight into your soul— ginny had won. "oh? you don't know the answer? we just studied this one..." she'll give you the most "sympathetic" pout as she toys with you. and as you look up at her with the most determined yet defeated look, she'll press her lips against yours as her winning prize. she's always been the type to win, hasn't she?

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Sparks- Ron Weasley

A/n: Another song fic!!! I have so many things to write, I’m so excited. 

Word count: 971

Warnings: None, just fluff. 

Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, "Oh, sing one you know"

Ron had always tried to impress you with playing you songs on his guitar that his father had gifted to him. You loved when he played for you, he didn’t sound the best when he was singing you had to admit, but when his fingers strung the strings on the guitar it made a beautiful symphony. 

You laid on his lap and you listened to him sweetly humming the tune to a song that you had liked. He stuttered over his own words and he messed up the notes to the song a lot. But you thought it was sweet he still tried. 

“What's another one of your favorite loves?” He asked you. You looked up at him and saw him looking down at you, his hand rubbing the top of your head as you thought to yourself. You smiled at him before you answered. 

“Play me Gently On My Mind” 

“Y/n, one that YOU like.” He put a hard emphasis on the ‘you’. You laughed and sat up, making sure to look him in the eyes.

“Play one you know.” 

And as Ron picked the guitar strings to the old song and sang you felt at home, and you felt yourself slowly closing your eyes, feeling the vibration in Rons chest as a tune soothing you to sleep. 

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do

“Come on Y/n. Let's go.” 

You frowned at the sudden sternness of your boyfriend, but you complained and took the hand that he was holding out for you. As you walked down the corridors, you felt yourself wobbling, trying hard to keep your balance. Your incoherent words and giggles to yourself made Ron even more considered, just how much did you drink?

Ron sighed as he stopped you from walking any further, without saying a word, he got in front of you with his back facing you, and got done on one knee. You knew he was offering you a piggyback ride, so how could you refuse such an offer? 

You giggled and climbed onto his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. You ran your hands up and down his muscular arms and giggled to yourself. 

“What's so funny?” 

“You have nice muscles Ronnie.” Ron laughed to himself, standing up and pulling you up higher on his back as he continued down the halls.

You smiled to yourself, Ron would always take care of you and you never felt more loved than when he would do little things like this for you.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold onto

Yeah, that's what I do

And I know I was wrong

But I won't let you down

Ron rushed to your room. His breath was heavy and his mind racing, he knew what he did was wrong and he felt horrible about it. He had promised you that he would be there for you, he promised you that he would be at your date by a certain time and he had totally missed it, just so he could get butterbeer with Harry and his brothers after quidditch practice. 

He saw you sitting at the cafe, your head hung low and your smile long gone, and the look in your eyes made him suck in a breath. He saw how sad and hurt you were over him skipping out on your date and he mentally yelled at himself for making you wonder why he would even do that. 

You sat at the table, finishing up the tea that you were drinking and watching as the snowflakes fell from the sky. You felt, hurt, and disappointed. Ron had promised you that he would be there this time (after your lack of dates for the last couple of weeks), and he just never showed up. 

You went to stand up, but you felt a pair of hands wrap around your eyes and you sighed as you realized who it was. 

“Ron, I'm not in the mood.” Ron didn’t remove his hands, and you felt yourself growing more and more irritated. 

“Ron seriously?” You pushed his hands away from your face and spun around to look him in the eye. You were about to continue yelling at him, but you saw the hand-picked baby’s breath in his hand, and the small box he was holding and you immediately shut up. 

“Ron what is that?” 

“I’m sorry I missed out on our date, again. And I know that you are probably so mad at me right now, and I know how wrong this was of me but I got you these.” He handed you the flowers which you gladly took, and then he opened the box.

You gasped as you saw what was hiding between the velvet layers of the box. Two rings, one having the shape of the moon engraved in the shiny iron, and the other having the sun engraved. You picked up the sun ring and spun it around, as you saw the words written inside you smiled to yourself as you walked towards Ron and put a loving kiss on his lips.

“You’re forgiven. But if you do this again you won’t be.” 

Ron laughed to himself as he slid the sun ring on your ring finger. 

“Never again my love.” 

He put the moon ring on his ring finger and he reached for your hand. He held it and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. You laughed as you two walked off, hand in hand, your rings shining in the last bit of sun left in the pink and orange sky, as the words “I found you, you saved me.” shined the brightest.

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OH NO PART 4 I BEG! ITS SO GOOD FOR NO REASON!!!!!!!!!

Genuinely do not understand demand for this, but to apologize to for my disappearance here's part 4...

Oh no... Part 4

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You had the upper hand, finally.

Sure he was also embarrassed whenever you got caught. Still, he would tease you relentlessly afterwards, never letting you forget until the next embarrassing thing rolled around. But this time, this time was different.

For one, you could actually face his family afterwards, you and ginny had a good laugh, and on top of that, you embarrassed not only your boyfriend but his bigheaded best friend. You liked harry, but at some point, you could only use "but I'm the chosen one" as an excuse so many times.

At the dinner table, you and the Weasleys celebrated Ron's eldest brother's visit. Bill recounted stories about his travels and cracked jokes. Yet Ron was still unable to make eye contact with his best friend.

Looking at his sister was no better. Every glance was followed by a look of disgust that he failed to hide. Oh, Ronald, sweet boy. You giggled to yourself; this was gonna be fun.

-

Your trip was short-lived, having to go back to Hogwarts. However, the embarrassment wasn't. It followed Ron. Usually, you could set it aside till the next time you would have to face his family for a weekend, but this time, the people he had to face came with you.

Harry acted differently around you as well. It was so unnecessarily funny that any form of eye contact with him caused you to giggle. How could it not? He had such shame all over his face. And for what? Catching him with a girl?

If anything, he should do what the other lads in Gryffindor do and flaunt it. But, unfortunately, it seems he hasn't reached that level of confidence. Under normal circumstances, Ron flaunts you constantly. But after catching his sister and his sister catching him, it seems flaunting isn't in the cards.

You understand why he teases you so much. It's so much fun. Whispering "I win" in his ear gets a reaction every time. Of course, you would be the same as he had it been anyone else, but Ginny adds on. And in the end, you end up with two boys that look more like tomatoes than wizards.

-

Ron seemed to have perked up somehow; any reference to the car left him unfazed. Guess that ship has sailed. You mourned the loss of your little game but appreciated the return of your overconfident boyfriend. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed Cocky Ron.

"You have a spare 3rd period, right?" he asked with a smile that could only mean mischief. He clearly inherited it from the twins.

"Ya, why?"

"How about I sneak out of muggle studies, and we spend some time together?"

"How about you actually go to your classes, Ron?"

"How can I do that when my gorgeous girl is sitting in her dorm alone?" he gave a little pout.

'My gorgeous girl' that convinced you. And the only risk was that he would get yelled at by Mcgonagall and she loved you so there really wasn't any harm. You agreed, and by third period Ron had whisked you away to an empty classroom.

The moment you stepped in, his hands were on you, lips on your neck, tugging at your shirt. The door was closed only when he pushed you against it. As much as you missed his lack of hesitation, you wondered why he kept smirking between kisses. Ron picked you up and rushed you to one of the desks. "Eager are we?" you laughed at your reference, but Ron seemed like he hadn't even heard you.

Loosening the tie off your uniform and unbuttoning the top of your shirt as he kissed down your neck. He was speeding up, frantically trying to do as much as possible.

You pulled away and placed a hand on his chest to tell him to stop. "Why are you rushing?"

He quickly shook his head, "I'm not."

"But you are; I swear you had your hands in my hair for like 5 seconds before you moved onto my tie."

"I'm not doing anything." and there it is. Before you could react, the doors burst open, and a group of kids in your year walked in with chess boards. Your hair was a mess, your tie loose, and your shirt unbuttoned. This was his plan.

"Hi, guys!" Ron perked up as he turned around to face the door.

"Sorry, we have this room reserved." One of the boys said.

"Of course you do," you sighed, "but you knew that, Ron, didn't you?"

He let out the most feigned shock reaction he could've given, voice dripping with mischief. "I knew nothing of the sort!" he exclaimed.

The boys giggled, and the two girls whispered to each other. This was a new low. An intentional low. "What are you lot whispering about?" you hopped off the desk, "at least I'm on the pull. You guys spend your spares playing board games." as you walked passed the girls that were eyeing you, you high fived a boy you recognized from your potions class. At least it's not Ron's parents, you thought.

Ron scurried after you apologized to the group as he tried not to laugh. Once he caught up, he ruffled your hair a little more. Finally, you fixed your shirt and tie.

He seemed disappointed by your reaction, "How are you not embarrassed?"

"Oh please, like Romilda Vane and Katie Bell can talk. Who spiked Harry's chocolate again? And who had to beg, and I mean BEG, Evan Rosier to take her out on a date? All they saw was a guy so into me that he just had to sneak into the nearest classroom to show me a good time. Isn't that right, Weasley?"

"Oh, Merlin. I look so whipped in that scenario."

You giggle. "Oh Ron, my gorgeous boy, I hate to break it to you, but you are completely whipped, mate." you stood on your tiptoe and reached up to kiss him on the cheek before walking away.

Before he could follow, someone shouted his name. "Ron Weasley! What are you doing out of class?" Counting on Professor Burbage to not take attendance had clearly backfired.

"Shit."

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