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[lo0py-lunar]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRED AND FEORGE WEASLBEE

[hermionesslut]

˚ ༘ˀˀ ꒰‧⁺ the sound of rain ⌇h. granger ´ˎ˗

summary: you’ve really liked hermione now for a really long time, and you guys have been hanging out a lot lately. now you guys are going to a party together and you try to tell her how you feel

warnings: angst, swearing, that’s kinda it

word count: 0.5k

a/n: been missing hermione recently, now i miss her more!!! and sorry for the slight slander on ron lol. sorry if this is messy. i’m 1000% looking for constructive criticism, i’m not a professional writer. this fic is inspired by this post !

something i wrote a while back, hence the slightly different style, also the first fic i wrote ever so, probably not that good, i have a hard time reading some of my old work so not proof read lol….

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so how should i begin this?

i guess it started when you were with him

You’d hated going to parties, especially gryffindor ones. They usually only commemorate a certain chosen boy. But today was the one fun party you actually enjoyed and this time you were invited but a specific gryffindor. It’s basically a going away party for all of the 7 years.

A final party and you may never see Hermione again, and the thought of that hurt. How could you leave and the thought of you could never cross her mind again, that thought would haunt and scrower your brain until you found someone who could love you the way you did them. But how long could that be?

and he never even took you out to dance

but did he fuck with any rhythm

now he's playing with your head

You’d just gotten to the party, and you could already feel hermione’s eyes on ron.

What did she see in him? The way he walked was funny, how much food he could stuff in his mouth at once, their constant bickering, you really couldn’t understand it. And Ron is such a dick to you, he doesn’t like how much you hang around hermione. “How could you hang out with a slytherin?” he’d say. Why did he care so much? Was he threatened by you, could he tell by the way you looked at her, how much you longed for her?

but did he ever make you cum?

did he ever make you cry?

Weaslbee’s busy sitting next to harry, he seemed bored without granger. He spotted you guys walking in, together. He started walking over, excited to hermione.

before he could fully walk over, you gently pulled hermione’s arm. you needed to tell her, if not now, when?

you and granger were now in a far corner of the hall. “can we talk?” you asked.

“of course, anything.”

do the wires in your mind get sewn together

rubbed and severed by the heat

“do you like him?”

“who, ron?”

she looked at you, you could see the answer in her eyes. you knew it. she seemed guilty, could she tell you wished she loved you? was it obvious?

“i love you, hermione, and i don’t know how much longer i can go without you knowing you do too.” you mumbled, you were so nervous, you could barely recognize your own voice.

“of course, i love you…”

you sighed with relief, but too soon.

“…but not as you want me to.” hermione uttered, you didn’t want the acknowledge the things you were hearing. it stung, and you wished you hadn’t said anything in the first place.

“hello? look… i’m sorry, okay?”

you stood there, realizing you’ve just been remaining motionless, for a long while. you awoken from your minor daydream, by none other than ron bloody weasley , he crept awarkedly over to you guys. he asked “wanna dance, hermione?” he held out his hand in front of her. she took it.

you don’t know how long i can’t stare into your picture

and wish that it was me

Ron didn’t even adknowledge you, he just took her, without care. hermione looked back at you with genuine remorse, but she didn’t stop. and you watched them slow dance, as hermione fell for ron over and over. i mean, how could you be so stupid to think she would ever look at you that way, like he was the only person in the room.

you weren’t there, and you could see in her eyes, you slowly drifting from her thoughts.

while she forever stayed in yours.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

I made a character blog

@ginny-weaslbee

I have too much time on my hands ✋😭

As you should 😌

[sky-full-of-imagines]

Fell for You  (Draco x Reader)

“can i have a draco x reader where the reader gets sick or passes out during class?? like really fluffy thanks!!!” thank you so much for your request! hope you like it!

Ever since Slughorn took over as the new Potions professor, class has been nothing short of interesting. The first couple of lessons were challenging since no one really knew what Slughorn was really like, would he be as strict as Snape or caring as Lupin had been? You all soon found out that he was the definition of frazzled, not all quite there, but overall he meant well. And of course, just like Snape, he had his favorites, meaning Harry Potter. That didn’t sit well with most of the Slytherins in the class, but you tried to ignore their nasty remarks towards your friend but sometimes their teasing was too much and as a fellow Gryffindor you had to defend both your friends and your house. But today you weren’t feeling much of the fighting spirit in you, you had a terrible headache and wanted nothing more than to be curled up in bed but alas you trudge your way to class.

You slowly made your way to your seat, but you noticed that Lavander Brown had taken your usual seat since you were late. Probably so she could stare at Ron…The only available seat was next to Draco so you begrudgingly made your way there as Harry and Hermione sent you a sad smile knowing that you were in no mood to put up with the Slytherin Prince.

You weren’t feeling well and it didn’t help that everyone was being extremely chatty today,

“Settle down! Settle down! Ms. Brown, please stop making googly eyes at Mr. Weasley…As I was saying, today we will be making a very challenging potion, the draught of peace! So, let’s get to it!” Slughorn announced, and with that everyone stood up and headed towards the back to grab what they needed. You weren’t surprised to see that everyone pretty much grabbed all of the moonstone powder so you had to wait for someone to be done with theirs so you could start.

But it looked like everyone was taking their sweet time getting set up and actually starting the potion.

“I’m almost done adding the powder, you can have it after it.” Draco said to you once you sat down. Were you hallucinating or was Draco Malfoy actually being nice to you? You and Draco never really talked, except for the cordial ‘hello,’ from time to time.

You simply nodded as you tied your hair back, most of the class had ignited their cauldrons and the heat was starting to get to you.

You both worked in silence and had a system of sharing going on, you had the ingredients needed for the second half of the potion and Draco had the beginning ones, so you would switch when you needed to.

“Stir until the potion turns orange, and then add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.” You read out loud for what seemed to be the third time, the heat in the room was becoming unbearable and you were having a hard time focusing.

“Are you alright Y/L/N?” Draco asked you after the fourth time.

“Um, yeah, never been better,” you said trying to sound convincing.  He simply nodded and went back to his own potion but he wasn’t the only one showing concern for you, Hermione kept shooting you worried looks. After a few more minutes she poured some of her potion into a vial for grading and then made her way towards you, she was expecting a nasty remark from Draco but he simply looked up and nodded towards you, his brow furrowed in concerned.

“Hey, I just finished mine, do you need any help, Y/N?” she asked as she came to stand next to you.

“Hi ‘Mione, and no that’s okay, I’m nearly finished, I just need to get add some more powdered porcupine quills and I’ll be done.” Unbeknownst to you, Draco was listening intently to your conversation. He noticed how quiet you were during breakfast in the Great Hall and how you were late to most of your shared classes. He has a soft spot for you, most of the Slytherins didn’t mess with you in fear of receiving backlash from Draco. Ever since class started he noticed how flushed you were. He was thankful Hermione came over to you because he knew you didn’t really trust him.

He was done with his own potion, and Hermione was helping you out until Ron stole her away because he needed help putting out the fire he created.

“Almost done?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to, to…to get a vial and bottle it up.” You said softly, becoming more and more dizzy with every word you spoke.

“Hey, are you okay?” He said looking alarmed by how pale you had turned all of the sudden.

“I’m fi-” Your world turned black before you could answer back.

You were definitely not fine.

You woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache, you slowly opened your eyes, but promptly closed them because of the bright lights of the infirmary. After a few minutes you tried once again with much more success and tried to sit up but felt the room spin out of control once again.

“Woah, take it easy there.” A voice said next to you, soon enough your eyes met the worry ones of none other than Draco Malfoy’s.

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well after you decided to test out if gravity, Potter and I brought you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said as he softly pushed you back into the plush pillows.

“Where’s Harry?” you asked, not seeing the mess of curls anywhere. Draco’s eyes flickered with something that you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the usual flicker of annoyance.

“Sorry, your little boyfriend had to go to Quidditch practice. He said he would come by later.” Draco said curtly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You said with the same curt tone but before he could say something else you cut him off.

“Wait, don’t you have practice as well? Don’t Slytherins usually practice at the same time and place to piss off our team?”

“Well I skipped today.”

“The Slytherin seeker skipping out on practice? I certainly feel honored, your team must really hate me right now.”

“Yeah, I would definitely watch out for them if I were you.” He chuckled.

“Did you really skipped practice for me?”

“Well, I had to make sure you were okay, I’m not as bad as Potter and Weaslbee make me out to be.” He said, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Thank you, Draco.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” that was the first time he called you by your first name.

“So, I was thinking, if you’re done testing out gravity, would you like to go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”

“Draco Malfoy, are you asking me out on a date?” you said, unable to fight off the smile spreading across your face.

“That depends, if you say yes then yeah I am.” he said, trying to fight off the nerves with his usual debonair.

“It’s a date.” You answered smiling softly, Draco smiled rivaled your own. You were certainly glad that you literally fell for him today.

[silverjane]

The Lanes.Draco x Reader x George Part 3

The next morning, I woke up, to find a note on my night stand. I picked it up and turned it over. Carefully opening it, examine the back. ‘Only for y/n’s eyes.’ I opened it slowly, scared of who it might be from.

                             Dear y/n,

              I know what’s going on between you and Weaslbee. Just remember, if you break the rule, I will know. So do us all a favor, and don’t make me have to kill a certain red haired twin. Oh, and you need to meet me at the astronomy tower, at eleven. I’m sure you can find some way to sneak out.

                                                                                                                       Draco

I looked around to see Hollow smiling, “I saw it taped to our door, so I decided to bring it in. Is it from your boyfriend?” I rolled my eyes at her, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Ginny finally graced us with her presents, as she put her hand on her hip. “Then what exactly are you and my brother? Because that wasn’t a friendship snog,” Ginny stated. I groaned, “I’m not talking about that with you, you’re his sister! And sure we admitted our feeling and all, but no one made it official.”

              Hollow rolled her eye, “it’s obvious what ya’ll are though. I give it a week.” I laughed, “you two are not betting on this.” Ginny smirked, “too late, and besides, you slept through breakfast. It’s lunch time, and your ‘not boyfriend’ is waiting on you, in the common room.” I jumped up, falling face first in the process. I ran over to my dresser and through on my clothes. And brushed my hair and teeth. “Do I look alright,” I asked. “Yes,” I jumped in surprise to hear George. “Ah, what are you doing in here,” I yelled. He chuckled, “I’ve been waiting on you. I sent Ginny up here to get you; but I didn’t know if she could get the job done, so I came to see.” I signed, “well let��s go then, but you better be glad I was dressed.” He smirked, “and why would I ever be glad, that I missed out on seeing you undressed.” I looked down, blushing, as I groaned, “stop.” George took my hand in his and headed to the Great Hall.