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[cappsikle]

backfired // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: after a prank gone wrong, fred seeks warmth within your arms

Warnings: not that I can think of! - except that the ending is trash I’m so sorry. Also I can’t tell if I accidentally wrote Fred ooc so I apologise if I did.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: this piece is for @weasleysflowr‘s follower celebration!! thank you so much for letting me participating! This is actually my first time joining a celebration or writing event, so I was so stoked to do this! Congratilations on getting 300 followers, you deserve it <3

This took so long that Ayli is actually now at 400 followers!! So another celebration is in order! Congratulations 🥳

Prompts: “i’m not moving, your lap is comfortable” and “is that my sweater (jumper) you’re wearing?” 

tags: @ryeryemilani @a-little-too-much   just ask to be added!

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If there was one thing that could put a dampen on Fred’s day, it would be a prank gone wrong, and that’s exactly what happened. It was quite a shame, really, as both Fred and George had worked really hard on this particular prank. Everything was set perfectly, all the ingredients had been gathered, and everyone was in their proper place. That was, until Snape came looking for Filch claiming there to be an emergency. By the time the twins realised that Snape was in the place the prank was set to place, it was too late, leaving the seething professor covered in a sticky green goo, smelling like a dung bomb. They would’ve laughed, as the sight was quite humorous, but that victory was very short lived when Snape caught sight of them, immediately appointing them two months of detention.

Usually, the twins weren’t ones to care if they got detentions, but they had received two months, with Snape, no less. Yeah, Fred was in a foul mood. That's how he found himself trudging his way back the common room with hunched shoulders, a frown set deep on his face. George broken off the path to go find Lee to explain how badly the prank backfired. Fred was ready to just collapse on the couch and sulk for the rest of the day, not having any energy to keep up with the evening activities. That was his plan, but all thoughts of brooding left his mind when he walked through the portrait hole and saw you there, sitting curled up on the couch with a book in your hands.  

Fred stopped at the entrance and took a moment to admire you, and the way the fire reflected off your face to the point where you looked like you were glowing. He took notice of the way your eyes skimmed across the pages, practically being able to see as the words you were so invested in sunk into your brain. He watched as you bit your plump lips in anticipation at a particularly exciting part of the story. And lastly, he took notice of the knitted jumper sat upon your shoulders, his knitted jumper. Suddenly, all feelings of frustration and defeat left his body, replaced with a more happier and lighter feeling. His heart thudded against his chest as butterflies swarmed in his stomach. Fred loved seeing you wearing his clothing.

You still hadn’t noticed Fred watching from the side, too engrossed in the story playing out in your mind. You were just getting up to the climax of the story, your heart racing as you impatiently read over the words. But you were interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat, followed by, “is that my jumper you’re wearing?” your head snapped up in alert at the source of the voice, your heart chattering for a different reason. Your cheeks filled with warmth at Fred’s words, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear in embarrassment.  

Fred smirked at your flustered state watching your movements closely as you close your book and smile sheepishly at him. “Uhm... no...?”

“Are you lying to me?”  

You hesitated for a second, finally coming clean with a sigh, “...yes”. you looked down at your lap sheepishly. In all honesty, you knew he wouldn’t mind, claiming on various occasions that he preferred to see you in his clothing. However, you took it upon yourself to sneak into his dormitory and steal this jumper right from his trunk.  

Fred smiled to himself at your confession, opting to tease you more because, well, that’s who he is. But before he could get another word in, you perked up again, a glint of mischief present in your eyes as you asked, “So? How did the prank on Filch go?” And just like that, his sour mood had returned at the remembrance of the failed prank. Fred’s smile dropped from his face, carrying himself to the couch and practically flinging himself to sit.

He glanced at your lap, moving his arm to take one of your hands in his, just wanting to feel the comfort he usually felt when holding your hand. He took a moment to just admire how small and soft your hand was compared to his. You linked your fingers together, sensing that something wasn’t quite right. A look of concern passed your features briefly as Fred let out a groan, whining in frustration. “It didn’t go well. Snape came out of nowhere and told Filch he was needed elsewhere, which ended up in the prank going off on him. We’ve got two months detention now!”

You nod in understanding, lifting your free arm to run your fingers through his soft hair. In front of the fire, it was almost like his red locks had lit aflame. “I’m sorry your plan backfired, love. But two months detention isn’t that bad compared to what it could’ve been!” You tried to sound hopeful, wondering if your words had any effect on his mood, but you realised that probably wasn’t the best thing to say as Fred gave you an incredulous look.  

“Please, enlighten me! How could have this ended any worse?”

You sat and pondered for a moment, not actually being able to come up with another option. “Ok, you’re right. It couldn’t have.”  

“Seriously?!” you giggled at Fred as he bent down to lean his head on your lap, pressing his face into your knees. “You’re no help, you know that?”

You knew he was joking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. “Just think, both you and George will come up with an equally as good prank, one that won’t fail on you, and you’ll be out of detention in no time.” you brought your hand down to his head again, raking your fingers through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails as you do so.

Fred sighed deeply at the sensation, your fingers causing delightful shivers to run down his body. His favourite thing ever was when you played with his hair, and while he’s never admitted that he gathered you already knew. He didn’t respond to your last statement, preferring to just sit in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the cackling of the fire and each of your slow and steady breaths. After a moment or two of Fred laying in your lap and you opening your book again, he broke the silence, “oh, and by the way, I’m not moving, your lap is comfortable.” 

You smiled to yourself as you turned a page, returning your hand to his head, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Fred shifted his body, so the back of his head was against your legs, and his face was facing towards the ceiling. He brought the hand in his hair to his lips, kissing your knuckles as you put your book down. “You know I love you, right, love?” 

You smiled again and leaned down to connect your lips with his before mumbling against them, “and I love you too.”  

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- Mills <3

[wandsandwheezes]

detention. | G.W

TW - implied smut, but nothing too steamy, other than that it's pure giggles xoxox

This whole plotline was a mess but this was written for @weasleysflowr writing challenge with the prompt below 👉👈

Bite me... If you insist

My back pressed up against George's chest and his hand over my mouth as we're crammed into a tiny broom closet was not how I expected this day to end up. Let me tell you about the events that led to this exact moment.

"Mr Weasley," McGonagall spoke out, "Care to explain to the class the 3rd step in Inanimatus Conjurus?" George's eyes looked up from his book that he was nose deep in, obviously caught off guard, he clears his throat before he is cut off again by our professor. "I suggest that you brush up on your transfiguration work, Mr Weasley and not spend your time scribbling away in the back of my classroom, I'll see you in detention." I snicker to myself as I roll my eyes and shake my head "Thank you Miss Y/L/N for offering to join him" McGonagall adds on, "But Miss-" I protest "Don't make me double it for both you and Mr Weasley."

I sit next to Fred and opposite George in the Great Hall for lunch, grabbing the notebook George was previously writing in from Fred's hands, "let's see what this rubbish is that had us get detention, then" I laugh flicking through pages of doodles of potions and all of it's workings, "what's this rubbish, she says, I'll have you know," George scoffs "the only reason you have detention is because you're so intent on laughing at your loving boyfriend's misfortune." I look up from the book, raising an eyebrow at George, taking a breath to speak "Don't be too hard on her Georgie, I'm sure our Y/N here is going to be one of the best with our new customers." Fred speaks up looking at George with wide eyes that say a thousand words to his twin. "Exactly, George I knew that Fred had my bac- wait what do you mean new customers?" I look quickly between the two boys before Fred gets up, pulling a sandwich away with him, "I think you guys need to have a little talk, and Im really not sure I want to be here for that talk."

George and I sat in the loud chatter of the great hall which seemed to be quieting in anticipation for him to speak. "I didn't want to tell you till Fred and I were sure." he whispers almost inaudibly, I softly close his notebook and slide it across the table to him, "If this is about the pink monster banning your products, George, I don't know what I can say that will help." he takes the notebook and gets up from the table, "will you walk with me?". He took his time explaining to me, as we took a slow walk toward the black lake, that he and Fred were thinking about expanding from more than just puking pastilles, answering any and every question I had about the endless products from the notebook. "Fred and I, we can't stand Umbridges tirade and since the banning of Weasley products in Hogwarts we're going to need to look to sell elsewhere... Plus I think she's dead set on letting us fail so, I assume that soon I won't even be able to look at you without her permission." I laugh, pushing his shoulder gently. "you'd think the whole six inch rule would've been more of a problem, I hate not being able to kiss you."

He giggled in the most innocent way possible, bringing my hand to his lips, "I was never one for sticking to rules, plus, you and I both know I have some inches to spare." I roll my eyes pulling him into a kiss, taking my time to run my fingers through his hair, earning a low hum from him. As we pull away he looks at me with deep seriousness, "I want you to join us at the shop, that is after exams and all," he smiles at me "and of course if that's what you want to do." I nod my head excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck holding him for a few moments. "I almost forgot we had detention, we should head back before the she devil finds us out here and gives us more than just a scolding!" he whispers gently, getting up and dusting off his robes before offering me a hand to get up and follow him.

The first half hour or so of detention was to be expected, sending winks and smiles at George when McGonagall wasn't looking in an attempt to pass the time. All was going smoothly until Umbridge bursts in the room. "I think I'll take this one from here, Minerva" I scoff, not loud enough for anyone to hear "I think I can handle these two perfectly fine on my own thank you, Delores." McGonagall replies, I look over to Gerorge, raising my eyebrows at the situation. The two women continued to argue with us still in the classroom, which provided a nice bit of entertainment in the last half hour of detention, McGonagall's win in the argument bought us a early pass out of the never ending detention, "I expect better from my own house students, now back to your common room and no dawdling."

If anyone knew how to ignore our head of house best, it was my beautifully brilliant George, we spent at least an hour roaming the grounds, evading teachers as we took the longest route back to the gryffindor commons, that was until we or rather, George spotted Mrs Norris and pulled us into the broom cupboard, hand over my mouth to stop me making any noise.

"you know, I'm starting to think you might be enjoying my hand over your mouth, but I do think I know where you'd prefer it." he whispered into my ear, fingertips travelling from my lips to my neck, "oh, Bite me, George." I joke quietly, "if you insist." he murmurs in response, lips moving to place a prominent hickey to my neck, marking me for all to see. "On Godric, George, I hope you dont get us caught." He laughs into my neck before spinning me around, "I think it'll be you who needs to watch out for getting us caught, Sunshine, why not keep those pretty moans for my ears only?" his words make me blush as he tucks my hair behind my ears, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

We stumble into the common room, drunk off of each other's laughter and high off the thrill of evading detection so late in the evening, walking over to the group who are sat around the fire "Take it that you're on good terms then," Fred points out as George rests an arm on my shoulder, "I'll take those galleons then, Ron." Ginny laughs, as Ron reluctantly hands over the money, "maybe next time don't go for such an obvious place on poor Y/N's neck, Big brother" Rolling his eyes he pulls you down to join his siblings, Harry and Hermionie. "Well, well, Gin, looks like you're finally learning how to win a bet, Freddie and I have taught you well," George laughs, "Hard luck, Ronniekins, you'll win one soon." Fred adds. "Shut up." Ron scoffs, chucking a pillow at his older brother, causing the siblings to fill the common room with laugher once again.

[witch-and-a-half]

a few too many

eek my first fic in over a month i’m so sorry !! i’m not sure if i love it but it’s made me want to write again so hopefully more is coming soon :)

this is for @weasleysflowr‘s 300 follower writing challenge and the prompt was “I might have had a few shots” <3 i had a lot of fun writing it and, when you’re done, you should go check out ayli’s work and the other fics from the challenge !!!

notes: fred x reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, after hogwarts, weasleys’ wizard wheezes!!!

words: 2k

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The door to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes let out a chime as you strode in. A vibrant red “Grand Opening” banner fluttered over the counter where George Weasley stood, brows furrowed as he looked up from the parchment in his hand.

“[y/n]! You’ve beat the rush!” His face relaxed into a grin, but the accompanying chuckle was tinged with nervousness.

“I should hope so!” [y/n] said as George came to pull her into a tight hug. When she pulled back, she noticed the way George's teeth toyed with his lips, a telltale sign that he was anxious. So she grabbed his forearms and looked up at him sternly, “Georgie, it’s not even 9am. I don’t doubt that it’ll be packed in here by 3pm.”

“Merlin, we’ve missed our levelheaded [y/n],” Fred called, coming down the stairs with a box in his arms. George rolled his eyes as his twin joined them. Fred shifted the box under one of his arms so he could ruffle [y/n]’s hair. The gesture reminded [y/n] fondly of when she had accompanied the twins around Hogwarts, and the way she scrunched her nose as she tried to fix her hair reminded Fred of the same memories.

[y/n] look around the store curiously, “You two have outdone yourselves, huh? I feel like I’m peering into your minds…” Her hands traced absentmindedly along the shelves, picking up funny-shaped packages as she went.

“Oh, I don’t know…” George drawled teasingly, “Anything on your mind that's not in our shop Freddie?”

[y/n] turned in time to see Fred’s stern glare towards his brother quickly turn to a smart smirk. “Actually George… I think all my favorite things have made their way into the store in one way or another.”

Rolling her eyes at the familiar feeling of being out of the twin’s loop, [y/n] set down the glass bottle of shimmery liquid she’d been studying. “I should really be heading to work. But I’m glad I got to see the store before it gets too busy for me to get a proper look around.”

The twins led [y/n] out, and George reached above her head to hold the door open.

“You’ll be back later, right?” Fred asked, hands in the pocket of his waistcoat.

“Might be a little late, but you know I would never miss a special-invite Weasley afterparty.” [y/n] grinned heartily at the redheads before apparating to the Ministry for work.

~ ~ ~

That evening, [y/n] arrived outside Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes—its colorful lights in the window illuminating the otherwise dark street. She was later than she’d hoped to be, and that became more apparent when she entered the store.

Clear cups of firewhiskey were abandoned on surfaces throughout the store. She spotted classmates she hadn’t thought about in months. Groups were scattered about, chatting quietly with intermittent bursts of laughter.

“[y/n]!” George called from behind her, his words loose from intoxication, “I knew you’d make it! Fred was less sure... but I knew you’d come.” [y/n] couldn’t help but laugh at George’s sloppy gesticulations.

“She’s here Freddie!” George called over his shoulder, but there was no one behind him. He gave [y/n] a bewildered look before it was replaced with realization, “How rude of me! Let me fix you a drink.”

By the time [y/n] had drunk enough to catch up with the party, it was starting to die down. She’d chatted herself out and was now perched at the top of a flight of stairs far from the rest of the party. The haze of alcohol settled over her peacefully as she rested her head in her hand and tried to commit the ambiance of the shop to memory. [y/n] was shook from her daze as she felt someone sit beside her.

“Fred…” She smiled softly at her friend. He placed his feet beside [y/n]’s on the step below where they were sat; his knees folded to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, his head resting atop his knees. The childlike pose made [y/n] forget for a moment that they weren’t sixteen and giggling in the Gryffindor Common Room. He turned his head to give [y/n] a drunken smile, “Hello my dear.”

[y/n] rolled her eyes and scooched instinctively closer to him, “I haven’t seen you all evening. What have you been up to?”

Fred shrugged and thought for a moment before he spoke again.

“I might have had a few shots…” Fred watched [y/n]’s eyebrows raise humorously, “A few too many… mhm.” His voice trailed off and he looked thoughtful despite his drunken stupor.

[y/n] was still smiling. She hadn’t even known shots were out that evening, “Hm…”

“You know how I know I had too much?” Fred’s eyes widened playfully but his lips were pressed together seriously.

“How Freddie?”

“Because I feel like I want to tell you a secret. And I’m not supposed to.”

[y/n] stiffened a bit, “And what’s that?”

Fred just shook his head in response. It was as though his sober self had suddenly clamped its hand over his intoxicated lips. [y/n] narrowed her brows, but the pleading look in Fred’s eyes as he shook his head again made her drop the subject.

After a moment of silence, [y/n] felt the day’s exhaustion sweep over her suddenly. She rested her head on Fred’s shoulder and sleepily murmured, “How did the Grand Opening go?”

“Oh, it was so great. Lots of customers… the family came in too… 'so proud' Mum said… I helped this third year... enough products to get out of class for a year…”

[y/n] couldn’t tell if Fred’s voice was fading in and out because she was losing consciousness or if it was his drunken slurring. Eventually, though, she could no longer hear him at all.

“Oi! Fred! Where’ve you gone?” George’s voice echoed through the building and [y/n] jolted awake. As she blinked and tried to recall where she was, Fred rubbed her back and stood to join his brother downstairs. The three of them seemed to be the only ones left in the building.

[y/n] headed down a minute later. As she reached the front of the store, she could hear the twins bickering quietly.

“I think I’ll suggest it. Is that alright?” Fred was wiping down a counter.

“Obviously. She’s my mate too you know.” George said as he waved his wand to summon all the cups strewn throughout the store.

“I think I almost-” but Fred was cut off by [y/n]’s approaching footsteps.

“I had a lovely night and I’m so proud of you two. But I should probably go.” Her voice was still heavy with sleep and remnants of firewhiskey.

Fred gave George a look that [y/n] was too tired to even begin to decipher. “It’s nearly 3am, [y/n]. You should just stay here for the night.” George said gently.

[y/n] shook her head sheepishly, “It’s okay, I-” but Fred spoke before she could finish, “No. We insist.”

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Less than an hour later, [y/n] was laid out on Fred and George’s couch wearing one twin’s shirt and the other’s sweatpants. She was curled under a blanket in the dark, but she was unfortunately starkly awake. As [y/n]’s mind traced over the evening, trying to remember who she’d talked to about what, she heard footsteps in the kitchen behind the couch. When the dim kitchen light illuminated the living room, she sat up slightly to see Fred quietly pouring himself a glass of water.

He turned and noticed her eyes peering back at him. “Sorry… I forgot…”

“No, it’s alright. I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh,” Fred stood, glass in hand, unsure of what to say.

Maybe it was the hour or the darkness, but [y/n] suddenly felt bold enough to ask the question she’d been mulling over, “What secret did you want to tell me earlier?”

The way Fred’s face contorted into a shocked grimace made [y/n]’s heart swoop. What if he doesn't remember?

But Fred proved her wrong by shaking his head as he had before, “I can’t.” She shifted to see him better.

“Is it about the Order?”

“No, but-”

“George?”

“No, not George but-”

“Then what is it? We’ve told each other everything since we were fourteen, Fred. What’s going on?” [y/n] was growing worried.

Fred raised his voice in frustration, “Merlin, I can’t-”

“Fine then! Don’t tell me.” [y/n] matched his tone, but her voice cracked slightly. Fred was rarely angry, so [y/n] was a bit rattled. Before anything else could be said, she dropped herself back onto the couch so Fred could no longer see her.

“You don’t want to know.” Fred’s voice was soft this time, gentle and nervous. And he was closer now; [y/n] turned so he couldn’t see her face.

“You don’t know that.” [y/n] whispered just loud enough for Fred to hear.

“Merlin, you are so stubborn.” Any trace of anger in Fred’s voice was gone, it had been replaced with soft humor. He sat gingerly on the floor in front of the couch, parallel to [y/n], who was still facing the back of the couch so he couldn’t see her.

“I just don’t see why you can’t tell me. Or tell me why you can't tell me.” [y/n] grumbled. She couldn’t stay mad at Fred, but she’d never had this hard of a time getting him to fess up to anything. The day he and George had decided to leave school early, she’d managed to get Fred to spill the beans with barely more than a stern look.

Fred exhaled, “Okay, fine then.” and [y/n] turned to face him. It was too dark to see him clearly, but she knew Fred was looking in her eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Fred’s voice was softer than [y/n] knew he was capable of, and there was a tremble to it that made her stomach flutter.

“Oh…” She whispered, but Fred continued before she could fully process what he’d said.

“I reckon I have for a while now. Didn’t realize it until after George and I left school. Seems he’d known longer than I had too, right git. I thought I could ignore it but when you came in this morning… it all came back.” Fred’s worried rambling slowed but he continued, “And when you were late this evening… I thought you weren’t coming. I think that’s why I drank as much as I did, and took those shots when no one was looking. And then you came and I don’t know why but I had to avoid you. I didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to wreck our friendship or make you uncomfortable or… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

A beat skipped and [y/n] struggled to find words. She’d always felt differently about Fred. His smile had warmed her heart for years and only now did she realize why.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to say anything.” Fred mustered up enough humor to chuckle but the sadness in his voice was unmistakable, “S’pose it’s your fault for wanting to know so bad isn’t it?”

Fred started to stand to leave, but [y/n] sat up and grabbed his arm before he was on his feet, and Fred froze.

“No, c’mere.” was all she could say before pulling Fred’s lips to hers. The two melted into the kiss for a few moments before Fred pulled away.

“Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly.

“Oh absolutely.” [y/n] grinned back at him before giving him another peck on the lips and scooting over so he could join her on the couch. They laid close together, with [y/n]’s head pressed to Fred’s chest. “We’re idiots, huh?” [y/n] whispered and Fred’s chest rumbled with a silent chuckle in response. “Oh absolutely.” He echoed her words back to her before placing a kiss on the top of her head and drifting off to sleep.

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[y/n] woke slowly the next morning. She was almost fully on top of Fred on his couch and his arms were wrapped around her so tightly that she couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to. She nuzzled her face into his chest, letting his warm soothing scent lull her back to sleep.

She held onto consciousness just long enough to hear footsteps approaching and George grumble, “About damn time.”

[wlntrsldler]

george fic + enchanted by taylor swift!

PROMPT: George is in love with Y/N. She’s in love with Fred. 

WARNINGS: death, angst, tears?

WC: 3.5K+ (sorry, i got carried away)

HP MASTERLIST

This is my submission for @weasleysflowr 300 follower writing challenge! Congratulations love!

“I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

“Can we just pretend for one day that you love me?”

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enchanted (g.w one shot)

George knew he loved you. 

He didn’t know when or how he fell for you, all he knew was that you had him wrapped around your finger. He tried to keep his feelings at bay, knowing that if he spoke up it would ruin your friendship. You were best friends with him and Fred, inseparable since your first year. He was enchanted the minute he met you and he made it his mission to make sure you’re always okay. It came as a shock to Molly when she sent off the twins for their first year and they came back as triplets by the summertime. She, of course, accepted you as one of her own, which is why George never said anything about how he felt. He couldn’t lose the most precious friendship he had. 

That and you were hopelessly in love with Fred. 

George saw it in the way you looked at his twin because it’s exactly how he looked at you. He’d watch as you stared at Fred longingly, with love pouring out of your eyes. He watched as your heart broke into pieces as Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball. Or when he shamelessly flirts with girls from Hufflepuff right in front of you. Or when he took out girls on dates to Hogsmeade. George had to sit back and watch as the girl he loved fell deeper in love with his twin brother. 

He couldn’t blame you. All his life George felt second to his brother. Fred was always the first of the twins that people would mention when talking about them. It’s always “Fred and George,” not “George and Fred.” George learned how to become okay with it as time passed, but the one thing he could never stomach was how you seemed to apply that same thinking with them as well. To you, it was Fred first, George second. 

It was the night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. You were helping put up decorations around the Burrow, hoping that your small contributions could help speed the process along. George was sitting on the couch, healing from his ear injury, waiting for someone to come in and keep him company. He smiled excitedly, motioning for you to sit next to him, as you skipped inside the Burrow, hair in disarray from helping everyone else outside. You obliged, plopping down beside him and snuggling into his side. 

George tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart as the scent of your shampoo filled his senses. He rubbed his palm up and down your arm, placing a soft kiss to your head, “Tired, love?” 

Without missing a beat, you nodded, humming in content at the warmth he gave off. He was always affectionate with you. You never questioned his actions, as you’ve grown used to it over the years that you’ve known him. You loved being held by George. It made you feel safe and protected. 

“You can sleep here,” he suggested, draping a blanket over your body, “I don’t mind.”

You sighed, “I might have to take you up on that offer, Georgie. Don’t think I can make it up the stairs. Freddie worked me with setting up the tables and chairs today.” 

George didn’t miss the way the tone of your voice changed when you mentioned Fred. He hoped that you couldn’t hear the sound of his heart breaking as you laid on his chest. He gulped, trying to swallow down any feeling of jealousy and hurt that managed to make its way up his throat. Fred was his brother, his twin, for Merlin’s sake! He shouldn’t be feeling like this. George shook his head, trying to rid his mind of these stubborn thoughts. Before he could respond, he heard the sound of your soft snoring. 

George smiled fondly, loving the way you adjusted your body to be closer to him. Your eyelid twitched, an indication that you were fast asleep. He made the mistake of trying to prank you once when he thought you were asleep and it backfired on him entirely. Since that night, he made it his mission to figure out what your tells were— and that eye twitch was a sure sign of your slumber. 

He looked out the window, taking in the scenes in front of him. His happy and complete family was scattered everywhere around the house, doing Godric knows what, but that didn’t matter because they were all here. He looked at the set up outside, imagining it filled with people whose last party, last sense of normalcy, would be the wedding tomorrow. Finally, he let his eyes wander down to your sleeping figure, so peaceful and content with how your life was like at the moment. 

He gulped, running his fingers through your hair, “I guess this is a better time than any to tell you that I love you.” 

He whispered the last part, just in case you were actually still awake. When you didn’t stir or flutter your eyes open, he continued, “I don’t think I’m ready to tell you how I feel yet but I know that if I don’t say it out loud, I might burst. So I’ll say it now, before anything too bad happens. You know? Just in case.” 

George looked up, a wet chuckle escaping his lips. He wiped a stray tear away from his cheek, freezing when you shifted in his arms. You fell back into your sleepy rhythm and he let out a sigh of relief, “I can’t even think about something happening to you without crying. Pathetic, aren’t I?” 

“I shouldn’t be in love with you,” he said, shakily, holding you closer to his chest, “I know that. I know you love Fred but I can’t help it, Y/N/N.” 

He sat in silence, cringing when the wound from his ear injury began to strike pain throughout that side of his body. George screwed his eyes shut, locking his jaw to prevent himself from groaning out in pain and waking you. Once the pain subsided, he looked down at you again, “Maybe one day I’ll tell you but for now, this confession just has to do.” 

-

“Be safe, okay?” you mumbled, face in George’s chest. 

The Battle of Hogwarts was about to start. You could feel it in your bones— something big was coming and you couldn’t calm your nerves because of it. You looked around, watching everyone cling onto each other like it would be the last time they’d see each other. It was then that you realized that for some people, it might be. You shuddered at the thought, holding him tighter. 

“Easy, Y/N,” he chuckled, but he didn’t make any movements to pull you away from him. He rubbed your back, “The Death Eaters won’t get a chance to kill me because your grip is gonna take me out before they do.” 

You scoffed, pulling away to swat him on the chest, “You git.” 

“Just trying to diffuse the tension,” he hummed, “Promise you’ll be waiting for me after all of this is over?”

“Always, Georgie,” you mumbled before turning to face the other twin. Your face flushed red as Fred stared down at you. You wrapped your arms around his body, inhaling his scent, “You be safe too, Freddie. Please?” 

George watched as you held onto his brother, a bit longer for it to be considered friendly. Fred couldn’t have been more oblivious to your subtle tells. George took note of the redness on your cheeks and your much worried expression as you ran through the different scenarios on how you might lose Fred. He also noticed the way your knuckles almost turned white with how hard you were gripping onto Fred’s clothes, like you were afraid he would slip away from your touch. 

He stayed silent, watching you love Fred the way he wished to be loved by you.

Fred rocked your bodies back and forth, “No promises, darling. You know how reckless I can be.” 

“If I don’t see you back here after all of this is over, I will kill you myself. You’ll be dead twice, if I have any say.” 

“Three times,” George chimed in, eyes watery from the sight in front of him, “I’ll kill you too if you tried to leave us, Freddie.” 

“Does that mean I’d get three funerals?” Fred inquired, quirking his eyebrow up at the idea. “Could be nice to be the center of attention three times.” 

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to send another remark his way, until a loud explosion caught your attention. Your heart dropped to your stomach. The battle had begun. 

The twins gave each other a look before they sandwiched you in a hug. You basked in their warmth— unbeknownst to you, for the last time. When they finally pulled away, they sent you a sad smile and began to walk to their designated post. You watched as Fred nudged his brother’s side, a tell that he just told a joke to try to lift the mood. George’s shoulder rose up and down a bit before he threw an arm over Fred, pulling him close. You stared at them until their figures became one with the darkness of the corridor. 

As they stepped out into the night air, George couldn’t help but look up into the sky, the explosions reminding him of the fireworks they set off to mess with Umbridge. Fred seemed to have the same idea as he laughed quietly beside his brother. It wasn’t until the shield around Hogwarts began to crumble, did the life drain out of Fred’s face. 

George looked over to his brother, “You okay, Freddie?” 

Gulping, he responded, “Yeah.” 

George sent a sad smile his way, holding his wand tightly in his hand, “Me too.” 

Fred finally met his brother’s eyes, returning the same smile. He looked down at his wand, then back at the sky, then back to his brother. As the most recent explosion began to quiet down, he spoke up, “When are you gonna tell her?” 

“Huh?”

“Y/N,” Fred said, “When are you gonna tell her that you fancy her, mate?” 

The younger twin blushed, the tips of his ears turning an embarrassing shade of crimson, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You reckon I’m that stupid?”

“Yeah, I do,” George teased, trying to savor these final moments before it all starts with his brother. He tried to drown out the noise coming from the scenes in front of him, giving all his focus to Fred.

“Git,” Fred laughed, “But seriously, you should tell Y/N.” 

“Maybe,” he shrugged, shifting his attention to the growing crack in the shield, “Maybe after all of this is over.” 

“Let me know how it goes?” 

George licked his lips, contemplating if he should tell his brother that there was no way he would tell you how he felt, knowing that you were in love with him. Deciding against it, George nodded, “‘Course.” 

-

It was all a blur. 

Fred and Percy were joking around. They were joking around. George couldn’t recall the last time he heard Percy laugh, nor could he recall the last time Fred voluntarily talked to Percy. He was always the one who could hold a grudge longer between the two of them. George had looked over his shoulder at the sound of his twin’s infectious laughter. He couldn’t control himself, he let out an airy chuckle at the sound, but then his face dropped when the explosion hit. 

Without another thought, George ran to the place where he last saw his brothers. Smoke and debris polluted the air, but he didn’t care. He just needed to get to his brothers. Percy’s cries were muffled and if it was any other situation, George would’ve made an ear-related joke about how he couldn’t hear Percy because of his misfortunes, but he couldn’t bring himself to joke around. He couldn’t bring himself to talk. Merlin, he could barely bring himself to breathe because right in front of him, laid the unmoving body of his twin brother, a smile still etched on his face. 

George crumbled to his feet, unable to mutter any other word besides his brother’s name.

When you found out the news, you were held by your shoulders by Hermione. She kept you outside of the doors and told you to brace yourself, but the minute her jumbled words became coherent in your mind, you pushed past her and ran to the group of redheads. 

“No,” you mumbled, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “No, Fred.” 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw George pull Ron into his arms, grief and loss evident on his face. Your feet wouldn’t move from the spot where you stopped. You shook uncontrollably, watching as every Weasley crowded around Fred’s body. George heard your sobs and immediately ran to you, wrapping his arms around you. You couldn’t bring yourself to wrap your arms around him, afraid that if you touched him, touched anyone, it would mean that this was actually happening— that Fred was actually dead. It wasn’t a reality you were ready to accept yet. 

“Y/N,” George sobbed, his face buried in the crook of your neck, “Fred.” 

When George said his name out loud, you caved. You broke in his arms, screaming in agony as you watched Molly and Arthur cry over his body. You held George in your arms, “Georgie…”

“Shh,” he cooed, sniffling quietly, “I know.” 

You and George stayed with Fred. Neither one of you wanted to leave him. Everyone else couldn’t handle the pain of seeing him unmoving on the floor. It wasn’t long before others walked away to get some fresh air or ran around trying to keep themselves busy. You and George, however, found no energy left in your body to keep fighting. 

“You know,” George started, his voice hoarse from crying too much, “I always thought me and him would go together. Prank gone wrong at the elderly home or something like that.” 

A humorless laugh slipped past your lips, staring intently at Fred’s body as if he would slip up and move like he was alive, “I could see that.” 

“Me too,” he said, “Didn’t expect it to go down like this.” 

“I didn’t either.” 

“Do you..” George trailed off, eyes flickering to you. You glanced at him, taking in his broken expression. He looked drained, like the life was pulled out of him, and maybe, it was. He stayed silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts, “I feel like I lost the other half of me. I don’t feel whole anymore.” 

“George..” 

“I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” he sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve, “I didn’t think losing him would feel like I couldn’t breathe anymore, you know? I didn’t think it would feel like he just ripped me in pieces and took parts of me to go with him. I know we’re twins, but blimey, I didn’t think he meant it literally when he said we’ll always have a piece of each other.” 

You laughed slightly at his attempt to make a joke. You leaned into his body, letting his arm wrap itself securely around you. You whispered into the air, “Is it bad that I miss him already?”

“No,” he replied, kissing your temple, “I do too.”

“Godric, we sound like saps,” you giggled, wiping your tears from your face, “I bet he’s watching us right now, rejoicing because he got the attention he wanted.”

“Yeah,” George laughed. 

You stayed silent after that, letting the echoes of your short-lived laughter ring throughout the silent halls. Both of you knew Fred wouldn’t want you to sit and cry over his death. You knew that he would want you to keep fighting, to continue what he couldn’t. And as much as you and George wanted to respect his wishes, you couldn’t do it. So you took the next few minutes, sitting in silence, staring at Fred’s chest intently, hoping that it would rise and fall one last time. 

It killed George— watching his best friend lay frozen on the ground like that. He felt guilty, like he should’ve been the one to go or at the very least, gone with him. He thought about their final words to each other, how you were the topic of their conversation. He began to think about you and how it must’ve been so painful knowing that the guy you loved died without knowing how you felt. Fred’s words bounced in his head, “When are you gonna tell her that you fancy her, mate?” 

Before the battles began to pick up again, he tugged your body closer to his, “Y/N?”

You looked up at him, tired eyes bloodshot red from crying. You nodded, “Yes?”

“I know this is probably the worst time to do this,” he sighed, running his free hand through his hair. He stared down at you, trying to analyze the puzzled look on your face, “But I don’t think I can hold it in any longer.” 

“What’s going on, George?” 

“I’m in love with you.” 

Your gaze dropped to your feet. You froze in his arms, slowly untangling his body from yours. A part of you thought that you were hearing things because what just came out of his mouth was absurd. You shook your head, unable to look at him in the eyes, “What are you talking about?”

A pang of hurt hit his chest, his heart breaking at the sight of your retreating from his touch. George cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm, “I’m in love with you.” 

You stepped back, a hand over your mouth. Your mind was racing, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. He couldn’t possibly be in love with you. Panicked, you let your eyes dart over to Fred, the feeling of love and adoration washing over your body. No, you decided, George couldn’t be in love with me because I love Fred. 

As if reading your mind, George spoke again. His voice was shaky, “I know you don’t feel the same way. I see the way you look at Fred. I’m not looking for anything here. I just— I couldn’t let anything else happen without telling you how I feel.” 

You stayed away, a small distance separating you from the younger twin. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip, unsure of what to say next. George watched you shake, tears rapidly slipping down your cheeks. He wanted nothing else but to wrap his arms around you and hold you until everything was all better, except this time, he didn’t know if things would get better. He let himself sit in the uncomfortable silence for a while, rocking on the balls of his feet. Before you could walk away, he spoke again, “Why can’t you look at me?” 

The sheer brokenness in his voice made you look up at him. He was still your best friend and hearing him under so much pain nearly ruined you. You looked at him for the first time since his confession. The only light that was left in his eyes was now gone, one with the same darkness that took his brother. He was pleading with his eyes, hoping that you’d find it in your heart to stay— at least for the time being. 

“George,” you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “I don’t know what you want me to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he gulped, kicking the stray pebbles around his feet, “I didn’t tell you this to gain something out of it but you’re still my best friend and I couldn’t go on without telling you.” 

“You’re my best friend too,” you sniffled, looking over at him, “But you’re mourning. I don’t think you’re in the right mind to speak of these confessions.” 

George had no energy left in his body to argue so he just merely nodded. He knew— he was certain that he loved you— that this wasn’t just his grief talking. It was him, his feelings, his love for you. He just finally had enough guts to say it out loud for once. But he knew he couldn’t convince you of it, so he just agreed. George watched you take a step towards him, his heart swelling with joy at the small movement. If he had to lie to himself, lie to you, one more time to get you to stay, then he’ll be selfish for the day and do it.

You walked closer to him, the tension in the air beginning to subside. You wrapped your arms around his shaking body. George rested his head in the crook of your neck, “Can we just pretend for one day that you love me?” 

And you felt it then— the truth behind his confession, the meaning behind his words. You knew then that George Weasley was in love with you, the same way you were in love with his twin. Your better judgement had told you to pull away before you led him on. You knew it wasn’t right the way you held him in your arms and let him fall apart under your touch. But he was your best friend and if your best friend is hurting, you do anything in your power to make him feel better— even if you have to pretend. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “We can.”

TAGS: @rexorangecouny @somethingchaotic @heloisedaphnebrightmore

A/N: i really love the “just tying to diffuse the tension” line that i had to write it in; although george says it here lol

[mionemymind]

Dancing in Fantasies

“Can we just pretend for one day that you love me?”

Summary: (Hermione x Female Reader) During Bill and Fleur’s, Y/n and Hermione have a small moment together in the midst of all the chaos surrounding them. 

Words: 1405

A/N: This is my submission for @weasleysflowr 300 follower writing challenge! Congratulations, you really deserve it! 

The tent was bustling with laughter and chatter everywhere you go. Every guest was wearing their best attire, but everyone made sure to never overdue the attention. It wasn’t their day; it was Bill and Fleur’s day. The Weasleys made sure to try and speak to every guest they can to be great hosts as the bride and groom were congratulated for this spectacular day.

Y/n stood afar from the crowd, leaning up against a post. She was surveying the crowd as she drowned in her own thoughts. It wasn’t like she was sad, but she wasn’t happy either. “What’s on your mind?” Y/n glanced to her right. Her body untensed itself at the familiar friend beside her. “The usual.”

Y/n didn’t have to look to know that Ginny had just rolled her eyes. It was the same reaction she received every time she answered the question. “Which fantasy is it this time?” Y/n sipped on her drink and noticed from a far that Hermione and Victor Krum were dancing. “We’re having a small picnic behind my parent’s vacation loft. This time, she’s feeding me-” At the sound of fake barfing, it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes. She set down her drink at the closest table.  

“Gin, what exactly was the point of asking if you’re just going to be disgusted?” Y/n shot her best friend an unamused look which Ginny was used to by now. It just so happens that Y/n gets to this teenage angst moments at every beating minute. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied with, “I don’t know. Trying to be a supportive friend here.”

“Well be supportive elsewhere. I’m trying to think of better places to be in than here.” With one last look at each other, Ginny said, “It’s getting serious out here and I’m bloody certain you know that as well. There’s a lot at stake and I’m certain your heart won’t be able to handle it if anything were to cross Hermione’s way.” Ginny grabbed Y/n’s shoulders and closely looked at her. “Do it now before it’s too late.”

With that, Ginny left and strode across the tent to reach Harry. Maybe she was taking her own advice since it always took the girl a lot of courage to speak to her crush. Y/n didn’t want to admit it, but Ginny was right. Hermione was bound to come across enemies since the company she keeps happens to be the targets.

Scanning the area again, Y/n quickly found Hermione by the punch table by herself. “Just fucking talk to her for Merlin’s sake.” Taking a deep breath, Y/n walked towards Hermione managing to curse herself with every step. Before she knew it, Hermione was right in front of her.

Hermione glanced up once she saw someone in her peripheral vision. It just so happened to be the very person she was also thinking of. “Hi.” It was a small whisper, but Hermione still heard it. “Hey.” Hermione could visibly see how tense Y/n due to her form fitted suit. Y/n scratched the back of her neck, racking up ideas to try to continue the conversation. “Uh…how’s your night been?” Really Y/n? Really? It really was the best thing the younger girl had in her mind. “Good, but average.” Y/n nodded at Hermione’s words. She didn’t know what else to say.

Soon, the mood of the dance floor changed as a slow song was playing. “May I have this dance?” Y/n extended her hands towards Hermione with every fiber in her body wishing she would say yes. Hermione didn’t say anything and slowly placed her hand on top of Y/n’s. Hermione was familiar with how Y/n’s hand felt in hers, but this time it was different because they weren’t together anymore, and it was ages since she had held Y/n’s hand. It was still as soft and had perfectly fitted with her hand.

Once they got to the dance floor, Y/n placed her hand on Hermione’s waist as Hermione had placed her hand on Y/n’s shoulder. It was almost like the time they had danced during the Yule Ball except Y/n sucked at dancing and kept stepping on Hermione’s feet. But two have grown tremendously since then. And even though part of it was not together, they still had grown.

The two were slow dancing for a while before Hermione broke the silence between them. “How have you been?” Hermione didn’t notice, but Y/n had bit her tongue at the question. She wanted to say a lot of things, especially how much life sucks without her, but she responded with, “A bit hectic.”

“How so?” Y/n sent a look towards Hermione. It was obvious considering it was the second thing on everyone’s minds at the party. “Right…sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” Silence was formed again, but Y/n already had enough of it. “I miss you.” Hermione gave Y/n a tired look knowing they had this dreadful conversation millions of times after they had broken up. It always ended with Hermione saying the same stupid lecture about how it was meant to keep the both of them safe. And every single time, it was Hermione that had to walk away from the argument as Y/n just wanted nothing more than her girlfriend to be back in her life. The fantasies in her head were a coping mechanism she had lately developed. Now a days, if she wasn’t doing a task for Dumbledore’s Army, she would be thinking of Hermione.

“Y/n-” She gave a desperate look towards Hermione, while cutting her off. “I know what you’re going to say Hermione, so please let me have just this moment with you. I understand you can’t love me back and that all we had planned for is basically just a fairytale. And as much as it pains me to not love you in the way I want to, I will still do. Simply because it is you who I will always wish to love. So, let me indulge in my fantasies of us sometimes and think about how much I’d love it if we made it.” Y/n twirled Hermione in her spot and slowly pulled her back in. “So please, do me one small favor and can we just pretend for this moment that you love me?”

Hermione looked at the younger girl’s eyes and saw the desperation in them. She did not realize how much it hurt to see the girl she loves so much hurting. It was as if the cruciatus curse could not compare to the current feeling in her heart. Without much thought, Hermione slowly nodded and laid her head on Y/n’s shoulder, her arms still around Y/n’s neck. As for Y/n, she pulled Hermione closer into her arms, trying her best to bask in the feeling of being happy at this moment. They rocked back and forth as the slow music played. They didn’t care about anything else, besides the person in their arms.

But the moment was ruined when a spiraling ball of white and blue flames shot through the middle of the tent. “The ministry has fallen!” Quickly, many of the guests apparated out of the party as death eaters soon appeared. Scanning the crowd, Y/n saw Ron and Harry by each other. With Hermione’s safety being on her mind, Y/n shoved people out of their way with wand in hand. When they were close enough, Y/n pushed the older girl towards her best friends. “Go!” There was one last look between the two. Hermione had wanted to say everything on her mind, from how she wishes they could be together, how she needs to know Y/n will be safe, and how she must promise to meet once again no matter what. As for Y/n, all she wished for was for Hermione to be safe no matter the cost and that she loved her still, no matter the distance that had grown between them.

And in a flash, the trio apparated out of the wedding as Y/n assisted the Weasleys with the trouble that was brought to them. In the back of Y/n’s mind was the moment of her and Hermione slow dancing. But in a far distant fantasy, it was their moment. Where the special day was meant for them and all they were meant to do was just love.

[vivianweasley]

Love, George (George Weasley X Reader)

Prompt: This is for @weasleysflowr​‘s 300 writing challenge! “Can I tell you a secret” and “just shut up and kiss me”.

Summary: You have always loved Michael Corner but now he’s getting married and you are the bridesmaid. As cliche as it sounds, you just wanted someone to save you from this mess. Fake dating.

Pairing: George Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst with Michael, alcohol use, mention of underage drinking

Word count: 2K

A/N: Did I just write another unrequited love bridesmaid story? Yes, but this idea is stuck in my mind for a long time. The inspiration is from the first scene of the movie Love, Rosie! GIF is from the movie too and credit goes to whoever owns it. Anyways, hope you guys would like it:)

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!

You were sitting at Michael Corner’s wedding and your brain was a foggy mess, but you were next to give a toast. The logical side of you told you to look at your notes one last time, but the emotional side of you just wanted to hide in a hole in the ground and pretend like you never existed.

Michael was your best friend. You’ve known each other since the first year at Hogwarts. And like all cliches, you were the person who has always secretly loved their best friend. 

You thought maybe one day he would finally realize that the person meant for him was right beside him. But now he’s getting married and you, his best friend, became the bridesmaid. 

Why were you the bridesmaid? Didn’t the bride have any friends? But you knew, you could complain and make fun of the bride all you want and in the end, she still has everything you’ve ever wanted.

It was your turn to give a toast now. You stood up and cleared your throat, “I’ve known Michael since the first year at Hogwarts. It feels like it was only yesterday that Michael got stuck on the moving stairs and almost missed the first class. Oh, or when the Weasley twins dumped blue paint on him during fourth year. Can’t believe that he’s getting married today. Merlin, I sound like his mum.”

The guests laughed and the Weasley twins cheered at the mention of their prank. You laughed along and continued, “And I should probably say something nice about Michael too. Michael Corner was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person I’ve ever known.”

The guests cheered again in agreement and you waited for the waves of cheering to die out, “I just wanted to say that the bride is really lucky. And I wish you guys all the best with all my heart. Congratulations Michael, and I will always love you...” you looked at his eyes one last time, those ocean eyes, “cause we’re best friends.”

The crowd was clapping and cheering, but you couldn’t hear anything. You just sat there, staring blankly at the crowd. This was the end, was it? Before the wedding began, you fantasized about so many scenarios. Like in a soup opera where you would run up there and object. Or like in a romantic comedy where he finally realized that you were the one he has always loved.

But nothing crazy happened in the reality and to be honest, you were glad.

“Y/N, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m always here.” Cho was there with you in the restroom. She knew about your crush on Michael and was always there to support you when you prepared for the wedding.

“No, I’m not going to cry.” You sighed, “But I really do hope that maybe, I could suddenly have a tall and handsome boyfriend, and then I could walk out of the wedding feeling less defeated.”

When you two were leaving the restroom, you bumped into a tall man. You looked up and recognized that it was George Weasley.

You became friends with the Weasley twins right after they dumped blue paint on  Michael. You guys would hangout together sometimes and you joined Dumbledore’s Army with them, so you could tell the twins apart. But after they left Hogwarts, you guys barely contacted each other and would probably only see each other at Hogwarts reunion dinners or some old classmates’ weddings.

“George?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I believe I heard you said that you need a tall and handsome boyfriend?”

You were embarrassed that he heard your silly talk, but you still managed to reply calmly, “Yea, are you gonna introduce me to someone?”

“That someone is standing right in front of you! See, I’m tall,” he raised his hand to emphasize his height, “and I’m handsome!” He winked at you.

“George, I was only joking...”

“Yea, joking. Someone told me I’m quite good at that.” He grinned at you, “I can pretend to be your tall and handsome boyfriend and make Corner jealous!”

You laughed at his remarks, but the reality slapped you in your face. You lowered your head, feeling defeated again, “But he won’t...”

“Well, at least you could still use some fun now. Consider this as a light-hearted prank! ” He cupped your face and lifted your head.

At this moment, you felt like the playful and happy you came back. You turned back to look at Cho. She nodded at you, reassuring you that this idea was not completely dumb, so you finally held out your hand, “Well then, shall we, darling?”

He chuckled and held your hand, “Let’s go, darling!”

Your plan went well. Not long after you left the restrooms, you and George ran into Michael. He looked surprised seeing you holding hands with George, “Y/N, you two?”

Before you could say anything, George answered the question for you, “Y/N is my girlfriend!”

Michael was looking at you now and you couldn’t quite understand his expression. Putting aside all of your unrealistic daydreams and wishful thinking, he was probably just surprised.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Erm....I was busy preparing for your wedding and I just kinda forgot.” Your left hand was tugging nervously on the hem of your dress now, but you were still impressed that you could lie so smoothly even under this kind of situation.

“Yeah Corner, my girlfriend was so busy preparing for your wedding, she didn’t even have enough time for me! You should really thank her mate,” George added.

Now Michael was looking sorry as he said, “I didn’t know...Thank you, Y/N.”

To you, this “Thank you” sounded like the closure for your unrequited love that lasted for years. “It’s alright,” you replied softly.

“I need to go get a drink. Congratulations mate!” George pulled you away before you started to zone out. 

After returning to your table, George just sat on the empty seat next to you. The owner of this seat, Terry was probably already drinking the night away somewhere. You glanced around. Everyone looked so happy, making you a misfit. 

George noticed you were zoning out again, “I’m guessing that you don’t want to stay here anymore. How about we sneak out right now?”

You nodded. Yes please.

He held your hand. You thought he was going to apparate you into somewhere else, but he just held your hand and ran out of the wedding. Just like a muggle movie.

Surrounding the wedding venue was a grassland and some small hills. You and George finally stopped running at the highest hill and something came over you. The presence of George just made you comfortable doing crazy silly things that you usually didn’t have the courage to do. You took off your high heels, “I always wanted to try this.” And without hesitating, you rolled off the hill.

George was probably shocked by your sudden action. But he wasn’t shocked for long, because you soon felt someone rolling off the hill, too.

You didn’t even have the time to stand up or move away as George just landed on you. You looked at each other and started laughing. You were both in formal clothings, but you were also both covered in dirt and grass. This was probably the first time in weeks that you were laughing wholeheartedly, not like back at the wedding, when you could only call what you were doing a mere action of pulling the corners of your lips upwards.

“Aren’t you full of surprises.” George laughed as he gently pushed away the hair and grass on your face.

You were speechless for a moment. You were lying on the grass and George was still on top of you. You stared into his deep brown eyes with the breathtaking starry night sky as the background, and memories from fourth year started to come back.

At that time, the Weasley twins were very popular. Well, they were always popular, but you only got to know them during your fourth year. That year and fifth year were the only two years that Michael wasn’t really occupying your mind.

They were older, Gryffindor beaters, and legendary pranksters. It was impossible for you to not notice them. Especially George. He kept appearing in front of you, asking you if their new pranks ideas could work. You didn’t know when did this happened exactly, but he did eventually claim a place in your heart.

Maybe you were a little bit drunk. Maybe it was because the stars were mesmerizing tonight, but you confessed, “Actually, I have more surprises for you. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Oh yea? What is it?”

“It was a long time ago and it’s quite funny actually, but I had a crush on you back at school.” You were blushing, but you hoped that he couldn’t see it.

“Let me guess, was it the year of the Triwizard Tournament?”

You sat up as you were shocked and he sat up with you. “How did you know?”

He chuckled, “You probably don’t remember much about this, but do you remember the night of the Yule Ball? You were so drunk, but you couldn’t find your friends?”

The memories you thought were long gone began to resurface. Your friend group went to the Yule Ball together that year and Michael was also part of it. You still remembered you telling yourself that technically you could still say that you went to the dance with Michael.

That night, someone sneaked a bottle of firewhisky into the dance and you ended up getting drunk. Your friends were probably wasted too since when you finally regained a tiny sense of conscious, they all disappeared. You searched the hallways, with your arms leaning against the walls, trying to find some support. You called their names, but no one answered.

You remembered now. The last person you could remember from that night was George Weasley.

The loss of memory was making you anxious. You started to pull your hair nervously when you asked, “Merlin, what did I do that night??”

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, “Not much. You told me that you fancy me and you kissed me.”

Your brain went blank. You did what??

He continued, ignoring how you were losing it right now, “Earlier tonight, I heard you say that Michael was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person you’ve ever met? If I remembered correctly, you told me the exact same thing that night. Do you say that to everyone? I’m hurt. Thought my feelings were reciprocated that time. Turns out to be a lie...”

He was still ranting, but you only managed to hear one thing he said. He thought his feelings were reciprocated? Did that mean at that time, he fancied you too? To be honest, if Fred and George didn’t leave Hogwarts that early, maybe the person that you loved for years wouldn’t be Michael anymore. Suddenly, you felt like you just wasted all of these years and all of the heartbreaks.

“So...do you still have feelings for me now?” You felt stupid immediately after your words left your mouth. That was years ago and you were asking about it now?

“Why did you think I wanted to be your fake boyfriend today?”

It was sudden and you still wasn’t sure what you were thinking, but you just kissed him, smashing your lips together.

He was shocked for sure, but soon a smirk appeared on his lips, “What’s with you and all these sudden kisses, Y/L/N?” He then pulled you in and kissed you back. This time properly and with more passion, as if you were both trying to make up for all those lost years.

“So did I actually become your ‘tall and handsome boyfriend’?”

“Maybe, if you could just shut up and kiss me.”

[holden-caulfield]

Cold Nights

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: reader drags Draco outside to look at the stars.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 630

This is my entry for @pansydaisy 's writing challenge. Even if it's just a little blurb, i really enjoyed being part of it, thank you so much and i hope you like it :))

Based on the prompts:

3. “the stars aren’t quite as beautiful as you”

7. “shooting star, make a wish”

//

"Hey look! Shooting star, make a wish!" you suddenly exclaimed pointing your fingers towards the night sky: it was pitch black with only little white dots illuminating it, forming all the constellations Draco had talked you about for hours and hours. You were laying on the cold grass, eyes set on the sky, with each other's embrace as the sole source of heat. You were indeed very cold, but you refused to return in your dorm. You usually went to the astronomy tower and sat there even for entire nights, lost in each other's embrace, maybe huddled together under a thick blanket to protect you from the cold. But that night was different for you had woken Draco up and dragged him outside of his dorm just to see the stars. At least, that's what he believed: you didn't want to tell him that the real reason why you had brought him outside in the middle of the night was because you missed him. It would have only boosted his ego and you knew he didn't need it. Moreover, you didn't want to sound too pathetic, even though you knew Draco would have never even considered calling you that.

"I wish my girlfriend let us return inside and not freeze to death." he replied sarcastically but without any touch of malice in his tone. You rolled your eyes and nestled closer into him.

"Now that you said it, it won't happen. It's the rule." you were now shivering like a leaf and Draco noticed it, stroking your arms with his hands.

"Love, we should really go inside now." he said lightly, placing a soft kiss on your head.

"But the starts are beautiful tonight, we can't miss out on this opportunity." you pulled away slightly to look up at him, hoping to make him change his mind, but his resolve wasn't easily swayed.

"The stars aren't quite as beautiful as you, love, and i can't let you catch a cold just for them." your cheeks tinged pink at the comment and he moved to get up, but you remained still.

"What's wrong? We can return another time." he was now worried as he looked down at you, now sat up with your arms hugging your knees to your chest.

"It's just..."

"What is it, y/n?" Draco crouched down beside you, hugging your shoulders and turning your chin towards him with his other hand.

"Can't we stay here together a little more?" tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you refused to let them free and instead looked up at the sky once more.

"We can stay together how long you'd like, but not here, okay?" he got up on his feet again and extended his arm for you to take, "Come on, follow me."

"Where are we going?" you asked as you let him pull you up and hold you closely.

"My dorm. And it's going to be yours too now." you pressed a tender kiss on his lips, which he happily returned. You felt him smile against you and you didn't feel cold anymore, a sudden warmness spreading under your skin.

"Since when have you gone soft, Malfoy?" you asked smiling and heard him chuckle as he hugged you tightly.

"I'm not soft. I'm just a considerate boyfriend." he said scoffing and you couldn't help but laugh at his statement.

"The best" he started walking towards the entrance with his arm slung around your waist and a smug grin painted on his face, "and softest." you added.

"You'll se how soft i am when i don't kiss you anymore." he said defiantly.

"You wouldn't. Too soft to deny me kisses." he chuckled once more and placed a quick peck on your hairline.

"Maybe. But it's your fault."

//

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it’s about time, Longbottom.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein he finally figures out the signals you’ve been showing him. 

WARNING: none !! pure fluff uwu maybe a few curse words here and there

A/N: i joined in @weasleysflowr​ ‘s writing challenge and i’ve never been so hyper to write !!! akdjfnskjf i hope you guys like this !! 

5. “You’re an idiot.” … “I’m your idiot.”

9. “Did you just flirt with me?” … “have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.”

---

You internally groaned as Neville briskly walked away again after another attempt to speak to him for the nth time. You’ve been trying to strike up conversations with the shy Gryffindor since your second year, after seeing him pass out during your Herbology class. You’ve tried everything, giving him plant seeds and talking to him about his favourite class but it always ended with him walking away after putting in a few good words.

You walked back to the common room, plopping down on the couch as you let out a frustrated sigh. “You should really reconsider this crush of yours, (Y/N).” Fred’s voice causes you to look at the red head with a death glare. “Take that back right now, Weasley.” As he sat down on the floor in front of you.

“It is true though, (Y/N). He’s too dense to actually notice your flirting.” George added, sitting down on the arm rest of the couch, causing you to reach up and hit the male’s thigh. “Now you’re just being mean.” You interjected, groaning once more in frustration. The two laughed at your current state.

“Oh quit it, you two!” Hermione’s voice came up as well as she settled on the small space next to you. “At least she’s brave enough to let him know about how he feels.” She hinted, giving you a small smile. You sat upright and nodded eagerly. “See?! At least someone here knows how to be a good friend.” 

George made a face at you as Fred put his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. “Blimey, (Y/N)! Is that how you think of us?” Fred spoke up, pretending to sob. “Oh sod off, you two.” You told them, rolling your eyes at them. 

“(Y/N)! I think I have the perfect idea how to make him notice you.” George suddenly spoke up, giving his twin a knowing look causing you and Hermione to look at each other with a worried look.

The twins scoffed, looking around before leaning in to whisper, “Trust us, this’ll work.”

“I highly doubt that Weasley.”

---

It was the next day and you were down at Hogsmeade, quietly cursing the twins into making you do this. You pulled your beanie down and snuggled up your scarf as you silently walked beside Ron and Hermione as your eyes searched for your crush. 

Your eyes caught sight of him near Honeydukes with Dean and Seamus, his smile wide and bright as he laughed at something the duo said. 

“Before you say anything, go and talk to him. No chickening out.” Hermione whispered to you and nudged your side lightly. “But-” “No buts, go.” 

Huffing lightly, you bid goodbye to your two friends and slowly made your way to him, “Why’d I have to agree to the most stupid idea ever. This is fucking embarassing. I’ll hex George and Fred into next week if this goes all wrong…” You muttered, now noticing that the three were about to enter the candy shop.

“N-Neville! Wait up!” You called out, causing the three to look at you as you jogged up to him. His bright smile faltered into a rather shy one as he raised his eyebrows, “Y-yes (Y/N)?” Your heartbeat raced almost instantly as he looked at you with a curious gaze. “U-Uh,, , shit.” You cursed under your breath as you internally cringed. 

“A-are you sure you don’t play Quidditch? Cause I’m pretty sure you’re a keeper.” You mumbled, cheeks flushed at the corniest pick up line Fred came up with. You glanced at the male who looked at you surprised before shaking your head. “Y-you know what, never mind.” You told him, turning your back to him and ran from him, now sure that he was weirded out more than ever.

You didn’t reach very far though, as a hand held your wrist to stop you from running. “W-wait (Y/N)! B-blimey, you run really fast.” An out of breath Neville said as he hunched down to catch his breath. He stood up straight and huffed out slowly, gaze now focused on you as still held to your wrist. 

“D-did you just flirt with me?” Neville questioned you, his voice now back to his rather quiet tone as he looked at you expectantly. You looked at him deadpanned, in disbelief at how he never caught on to the very obvious signs you’ve been showing him. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.” You answered. 

He was confused beyond words, were you really flirting with him? His crush since first year? “H-how come I’ve never noticed you doing so?” He asked once more, his eyes now locked with yours. “Never noticed? Bloody hell, Neville! Everyone was saying I was so obvious when it comes to you.” You cried out, a laugh of defeat escaping your lips.

“L-look (Y/N), I l-like you too, a-alright? I-I just thought you were being friendly. I always thought it was impossible for you to return the feelings.” He explained, giving you a rather sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck with his free hand.

Your jaw was slacked at the confession, caught off-guard that he actually liked you back. “Now is that true?” You asked the male, to which he responded with a simple nod. “Oh Godric help me, you’re an idiot, Neville!.” You groaned as you wiggled your wrist free from his grasp before wrapping your arms around him happily. “I’m your idiot.” He whispered, arms involuntarily wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer.

You looked at him surprised, “Did you just flirt with me, Nev?” as your cheeks flushed even more. The lad nodded meekly as he slowly leaned in, meeting him halfway. Your lips molded into his perfectly, moving in sync as you two shared a kiss to portray the emotions the two of you have been pining on. 

However, wolf whistles cut the both of you off as your head turned to the sound, seeing the Golden Trio, Seamus, Dean and the Twins with smirks resting on their lips.

“Finally! I told you this would work!” Fred exclaimed, laughing out loud nudging his twin as he gave you a ‘i told you’ look. “This has been long overdue, mate.” Ron said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s about time, Longbottom!” Seamus said, giving his friend a knowing look as he laughed along with the rest of your friends.

“It definitely is about time.” You whispered, placing your lips on his once more, smiling into the kiss, letting your self sink into his arms, drowning out the cheers from your friends.

[wonderful-writer]

The Little Things

Character/s: Sirius Black x Potter!reader, Lily Evans, James Potter (mentioned)

Summary: You’ve loved Sirius Black because of the little things for years, but it all comes out at your brother's wedding, where Sirius decides to run away with you. 

Prompts: “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” & “Let’s run away together.” (Prompts are bolded)

Warnings: Fluff, maybe the tiniest bit of angst ever, also Voldemort doesn’t exist in this fic bc I said so

Word Count: 1,811 

Note: This is for @weasleysflowr‘s 300 follower writing challenge! Congrats on 300, darling! (This is also high-key one of my favourite pieces, I’m so proud of it)

The Potter name did have certain advantages, namely being you and your brother had loads of money and you were well known around the school. The disadvantage, though, was that no guy would ever dare look at you because your brother and his friends would threaten to beat them up-- and likely follow through with it.

But that didn’t matter to you, you weren’t interested in any of them. You were interested in the one person who was absolutely off limits. Sirius Black. Of course you had to fall for your brother’s best friend and become some silly cliché. It bothered you to no end, but you couldn’t blame yourself.

You had no idea how anyone who knew him didn’t fall in love with him. But you didn’t just fall in love with him because of what everyone else saw, like his hair and his smile. You fell in love with Sirius because of the little things that you discovered in the time you’ve known him.

The genuine laugh that only a special few got the pleasure of hearing, the caring and worried side of his personality, how he clung to you like a koala bear when he’d had one too many shots of fire whiskey, or let you be the only person to hug him. You learned that he’d had an extraordinary knowledge of the stars, which he’d gotten from his father and passed to you. You spent countless sleepless nights in the common room with him by the fire, telling you about them.

Despite being a year younger than your beloved brother, you were an honorary Marauder. It was a special title, one that only you and James’ girlfriend, Lily, could have the pleasure of carrying. Lily was the only one that knew about your ‘crush’ on Sirius, although it had grown from a crush to actual love years ago.

She kept insisting that he loved you too, but you refused to believe her. He thought of you as a sister, he even said so on many different occasions. She always said that despite all the time you spend staring at him, you would see that he loves you too, but you never did. You didn’t know how someone like him could love you, it didn’t make sense to you. To him, you were just his best friend's sister, and in turn, his best friend as well.

But all that had been a long time ago. Now, it’s been nearly a year since you graduated from Hogwarts, James and Lily now had their own home, and are hours away from getting married. You were so proud of the both of them, having been in love for years and were finally getting married.

Now you were helping Lily with her hair, while making sure everything else for the small ceremony was perfect. “You know,” Lily said as you stuck the last bobby pin in her hair. “I can’t wait until you and Sirius get together. I’ve already got the wedding planned.”

You snorted and looked at her through the mirror. “You’ve already planned the wedding, eh? Shouldn’t that be left to-- and I’m just throwing this out there-- the bride, maybe?”

“Oh, ha ha, Y/n.” Lily said sarcastically. “At least this time you didn’t deny you and Sirius getting together.”

You couldn’t come up with a response, so you just stuck your tongue out at her and grabbed your bouquets. You handed hers to her and said, “Come on, you’ve got a wedding to get to.”

You tried your hardest to not think about the fact that you were walking down the aisle with Sirius, as he was the best man and you were the maid of honor. But all it took was a reassuring smile from him as he walked down the aisle with you to calm your nerves and allow you to relax.

— — — —

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur. One big, beautiful blur. Your brother was a husband now, and you officially had a sister. The reception had been going on for hours, and you had been having the time of your life.

Right now, you stood outside the tent, taking a breather from the party. The fresh spring air had always calmed you down, and the bright stars were able to give you a sense of peace. A small breeze blew past you, ruffling your dress as it went. The party was quieter outside, but was still heard. You kept your eyes on the sky, even when the tent rustled and you could hear someone walking up to you.

“Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the party?” Of course it was Sirius. “After all, you helped plan it.”

“Just taking a breather, Sirius,” You assured him. There was a beat of comfortable silence before either of you spoke again. “I always knew they’d end up together, you know?”

“Oh really?” He asked. “How?”

“I could see it,” You told him, laughing in the back of your mind at what Lily had kept telling you at Hogwarts. “The way they looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking. How James slowly stopped asking her out, took the time to actually know her instead. Stopped bullying Snape because of her, too. The little things can show you everything, if you take the time to look.”

For the first time since the conversation began, you spared a glance at Sirius, who seemed to be thinking. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and his gaze was glued to the grass around his feet, his eyebrows scrunched in thought.

“The little things.” He repeated once before looking up at you. “You mean like the way I always made sure your favourite cereal was on the grocery list at home? The way I can’t get through the day without making you laugh at least once because hearing you laugh is my favourite sound in the world, or how I always went to you with my problems because you knew exactly what to say to me to make me feel better?”

“Sirius, what are you…”

“I’m telling you that I love you,” Sirius said with a soft determination. “I love you, Y/n M/n Potter. Ever since I laid eyes on you all those years ago, even if I couldn’t tell back then, you are my beginning, middle, and end. You are… you are everything.”

“Sirius, I…” You shook your head tearfully, partly in happiness, partly in denial. “...I shouldn’t be in love with you, Sirius.” You said. “I really shouldn't be, but I am. I have been for years, but you’re James’s best friend, if he found out he would kill the both of us.”

Sirius looked like he was deep in thought before saying, “Then let’s run away together.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at the proposition, no longer teary, but surprised. “Are you out of your mind? You think we could just run away to a cottage in the hills and live happily ever after?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said simply. “I’m not joking, Y/n/n. I have been in love for years and you love me too, we both have enough money to survive without needing a job for a few years. And honestly, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because I only know one thing. I’m madly in love with you and I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your heart swelled and joyful tears filled your eyes once again at his proclamation. You sucked in a breath before speaking. “I am so terribly in love with you that I don’t think I could survive living without you, Sirius Black.”

“So, you’ll come with me, then?” He asked. “And we can live our life the way we like?”

You just gave him a nod and he broke into the biggest smile you think you’d ever seen him wear, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours, and a feeling of immense calm washed over you. As you kissed the love of your life under the moonlight at your brother’s wedding, you couldn’t help but think about the future. A life for you and the person in front of you, made from your own decisions. And it filled you with joy.

— — — —

That night had happened years ago, and it still brought you happiness every time you thought about it. You and Sirius had left the morning after the wedding, all your belongings packed into boxes as you drove into the countryside to find your home. Within a week you’d bought a three bedroom cottage beside a small lake and a forest, enough for you and the family you would go on to have.

You hosted your wedding on the property nearly a year later, similar to James and Lily’s, but entirely different all the same. You met your godson and nephew, Harry, that night, and if you weren’t being congratulated by guests or given drinks, you would’ve had him in your arms all night.

It didn’t take very long for you and Sirius to have a child of your own. Sirius insisted upon naming your daughter Scarlett Iris Black, and although you were slightly opposed to it at first, you grew to love it once your daughter was born. She had Sirius wrapped around her finger from the moment he laid eyes on her, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him as your husband and her father.

In May of 1982, just 10 months after Harry’s first birthday and the birth of your daughter, James and Lily introduced their own daughter to the world, Sophia. Harry had been so excited, despite not understanding the situation, that you were sure Remus had a difficult time taking care of him while James and Lily were at the hospital.

Nearly a year after Sophia was born, you had your son, Elijah Gabriel Black. Unlike Scarlett, Elijah was more attached to you than he was his father, despite growing up to be an almost carbon copy of him. Your life with Sirius was better than you could’ve dreamt that night that he told you to run away with him.

It didn���t take much longer for James and Lily to buy the property next to yours, although there was lots of space between the houses. Godric’s Hollow had become too cramped for the four of them, and you thought that your children and theirs should grow up close to each other.

You got to spend the rest of your life surrounded by family, in the most peaceful place on earth. If it weren’t for seeing the little things, you don’t think you’d have ever gotten this amazing life.

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[vanillann]

i don’t (james potter x reader)

bare with me i’m trying something new...

congratulations @weasleysflowr for 300!! i’m so excited to be apart of this writing challenge!!

warning: a few swear words and bad angst

word count: 1.4k

I wasn’t a bad person, I was just a good person who did bad things. 

I was a good person, I made a gorgeous cake for my best friend wedding, I just left a letter in it confessing my undying love for her finance.

So now I was running the halls of the large venue the wedding was taking place in, looking for the kitchen that held the cake in it, looking for the small box with the figurines of James Potter and Lily Evans. I’d take the letter back and everything would be fine-

“(Y/N)!”

I froze, closing my eyes and taking in a quick breath before turning and smiling at another close friend I would be disappointing soon if I didn’t hurry.

“Sirius, how is James doing?”

Sirius skipped to stand before me, a goofy smile played across his lips. “He’s freaking out about his hair as we speak,” Sirius shrugged, his hand going to his own locks.

“Nothing new.”

I smiled to myself, looking down at my feet with a sad little smile. Images of James breaking brush’s and spending most of his money on hair products because his messy hair couldn’t be tamed.

“Obviously, some things never change,” Sirius hit my shoulder, spotting my eyes with his amazing abilities to psychoanalyze me.

“And you?”

“Me? I’m great,” my voice jumped a minimum of three octaves, catching Sirius's attention easily.

“Great?”

“Fabulous, spectacular even.”

I need to learn how to lie.

Sirius looked me up and down, his eyebrows raised as he slowly circled me like a shark. My heart rate was jumping up, my sweaty hands held close to my chest now.

“You did something, spill.”

Nope, don’t spill.

“I don’t know what you mean Black,” holding my head high, I was careful to avoid eye contact with him.

“Did you pee in the cake?”

A giant boisterous laugh flew past my lips, my hand flying to cover my mouth as little giggles came in title waves.

Sirius smirked, chuckling lightly to himself while clapping me on the shoulder. “Now tell me what’s up,” his words were soft, scared to break the unspoken secret we’ve held for years.

I let my shoulders fall, imagining the small letter stuck between the figure of Lily and James made from melted chocolate.

“Let’s walk, James wanted to look at the sculpture you made of them.”

I felt my nerves go rapid, jumping in action and I kept easy pace with Sirius.

“He can’t see them yet,” my words were rushed, slurred like I had too much Firewhiskey.

“Why?” 

I looked to Sirius, my eyes wide as we both subconsciously picked up our pace to the kitchen.

“I wrote a letter to James, confessing everything. It’s in the box with the figurines,” I announced softly, scare someone would hear and tell Lily or worse, James.

“You did what?”

Sirius and I were practically running to the kitchen now, panic in both our eyes as we turned a corner to the large open door of the kitchen.

“It was stupid, I was sad and going insane last night,” I knew it wasn’t an excuse to ruin a wedding, but it was the truth and Sirius Black only ever accepts the truth.

“If you knew it would get to you why’d you make the cake?”

He was right, it was stupid to get that involved but Lily wanted my famous Pumpkin Juice cake and I could say no to those ivy green eyes.

“I’m stupid?”

“Yes, that you are,” he didn’t seem disappointed, but he wasn’t pleased. 

We both barged into the kitchen, which was practically empty but for one body who stood before the cake, a body that should be in the dressing room. James stood still with his back to us, slowly spinning to face us with a yellow-tinted piece of parchment held between his fingers.

His bottom lip was held between his teeth, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he slowly looked up to me, ignoring Sirius's presents.

“Please don’t marry her? What the hell does that mean?”

It was weird seeing James as a wave of silent anger, he was also loud and knowing with his anger but this time he stood in one spot and spoke in a whisper.

“I’ll go,” Sirius didn’t want a second, slipping out the door we both came running through seconds ago.

“James-“

“You don’t speak,” he held his empty finger up, looking back down to the note held in his grip.

“It’s selfish, hell yeah it’s selfish (Y/N),” his voice didn’t rise, but the look in his hazel eyes could tell a thousand tale of anger.

“I didn’t mean for you to see it.” 

The weak wobble in my voice felt off like I was in an alternate universe. “Then why is it at my wedding,” he took a single step, suddenly backing up to stand where he stood seconds ago.

“Because I messed up.”

It was true, I messed up big time. I messed up the flower that Lily wanted on the cake, I messed up a few words in the letter, but I messed up a person who meant everything to me.

James said nothing, reading the letter in his hands again. I finally let myself take him in. The messy hair, the suit he took months to pick out, the baby blue tie that hung from his neck even if he wanted red.

He was standing like a God, anger, and all.

“James, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have put that letter there.”

He didn’t yell or scream, simply letting the letter slip from his fingers to the floor of the bright kitchen.

“Why now?”

Good question, why now? Why don’t when we sat at the Black Lake skipping pebbles or in the Great Hall having a food fight. Why did I have to confess at his wedding, while my best friend stood rooms away in a white ball gown.

“I- think because now was the only time you’d be honest.”

Shut up (Y/N), close your trap.

“What in Merlin’s name does that mean?”

“If I told you at Hogwarts you’d lie, tell me you loved me back and we’d be stuck in a loveless relationship. You wouldn’t want to hurt me because I’m (Y/N) (L/N), you’d lie,” I looked to my shoes that ran over the tiles of the kitchen.

“I’d never lie to you.”

“You just did,” a single tear ran down my cheek, pain struck my chest like a lightning bolt struck a tree. 

James didn’t dare move, his eyes burned into my head as I lost eye contact.

“Does Lily know?”

I shook my head, guilt flowing with my blood cells as I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath.

“She can’t know, she would feel bad like it’s her fault.”

Lily would do everything in her power to make sure James and I married today. She does anything for my happiness, but I couldn’t take him from her even if I wanted to.

“I know,” his words were shaky this time, almost like he didn’t want to tell me that lie. That stupid lie that would come soon, so that meant I was going to ramble as long as I could to prevent it.

“I dreamed you loved me back last night, we’re happy and had a little boy. His name was Harry, I know you hate that name but I convinced you-”

“(Y/N)!”

I looked up, red-rimmed eyes as I looked to James who picked up the letter. He took two steps to me, our shoulder side by side as he looked to the heavy doors. He lightly grabbed my wrist pulling my hand out for the letter to be placed gently in the center.

“I don’t,” his words were harsh, tire marks left on my heart forever from just the tone of his voice.

He took himself from the kitchen, his head held high as he went to find his friends that would clean up his hair and straighten his tie.

I kept myself in the kitchen, my head hung low as I stood alone to clean my tears and fix myself for the wedding.

I don’t.

The two words echoed from my mouth, flipping the letter to see a little tear droplet that made the ink run.

I do and he doesn’t, a classic sad ending to a story about love I suppose.



another congratulations to ayli for 300!! i will be copying this writing challenge ;)

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ayli’s 300 follower writing challenge

okay so this is my first ever writing challenge, and i’m really hoping this goes well — instead of a regular game night i’ve decided to do this!

rules

two prompts per person, please. you’re welcome to mix & match as well (ex. one prompt from fluff and one from angst)

there is a limit of two people per each prompt

send me an ask with the prompt/s you want, and i’ll add your username to this post underneath whichever prompt/s you’ve claimed

there is no deadline for this challenge, take however much time you need, i don’t want you to feel rushed at all

this challenge is meant only for harry potter, so please only write for such. you can write for any character (ex. ron, fred, george, harry, draco, cedric, oliver, hermione, ginny, luna, etc). preferably character x reader but you can also do character x character

tag me when your writing is posted, and use the tag #weasleysflowr300wc, and i will add you work beside your username underneath the prompt/s you wrote for

have fun with this! and once again, please don’t feel rushed to get this done! lots of love!

some of these prompts are my own and some i found online and on pinterest (credit for those belong to the original creators)

fluff prompts

1. “is that my sweater you’re wearing?”

@cappsikle w/ fred weasley backfired

@shaynawrites23

2. “i think i love you”

@shaynawrites23

@oh-for-merlins-sake w/ fred weasley wasted time

3. “the stars aren’t quite as beautiful as you”

@shadowsinger11 w/ fred weasley

4. “i like the way your hand fits in mine”

@accioxreparo w/ george weasley

@shadowsinger11 w/ fred weasley

5. “you’re an idiot” ... “i’m your idiot”

@feetoffthetablee w/ neville longbottom it’s about time, longbottom

@mytreec w/ sirius black here on now and forever

6. “stay with me”

@hufflepuffgirly w/ fred weasley

@holyhead-hufflepuff w/ george weasley acrylics and watercolors

7. “just shut up and kiss me”

@vivianweasley w/ george weasley love, george

@theweasleysredhair w/ george weasley

8. “i can’t stop thinking about you”

@loony-loopy-lupinn w/ sirius black mastermind

@m0thg1rl w/ remus lupin

9. “did you just flirt with me?” ... “have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing”

@feetoffthetablee w/ neville longbottom it’s about time, longbottom

@theweasleysredhair w/ george weasley

10. “let’s have a baby”

@whizbangs-78 w/ fred weasley the tale of fred weasley and the great stork

@accioxreparo w/ oliver wood

11. “if i could stay here with you forever, i would”

@yourssuccubus w/ lily evans the girls we used to be

@a-simple-imagine w/ ginny weasley

12. “all this time, it’s been you, and i wouldn’t have it any other way”

@wand3ringr0s3 w/ fred weasley my star

@holdupwhat w/ fred weasley

angst prompts

1. “i shouldn’t be in love with you”

@wonderful-writer w/ sirius black the little things

@wlntrsldler w/ george weasley enchanted

2. “excuse me for freaking out, i only thought you were dead!”

@willowrose99 w/ fred weasley

@hufflepuffgirly w/ fred weasley

3. “letting you go was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do”

@wand3ringr0s3 w/ fred weasley my star

@tonksandherpinkhair w/ nymphadora tonks

4. “tell me that i’m wrong”

@blushylupin w/ james potter i wanted you

5. “why can’t you love me back?”

@blushylupin w/ james potter i wanted you

@holdupwhat w/ fred weasley

6. “are you happier now?”

@lunalovecroft w/ george weasley better now

@oh-for-merlins-sake w/ fred weasley wasted time

7. “i wish i never met you”

8. “if you leave now, you better not come back”

@lunalovecroft w/ george weasley better now

9. “does it ever stop hurting?” ... “no, but you learn to live with it”

@fand0mfucks w/ george weasley

@ohdeermarauder w/ remus lupin

10. “can we just pretend for one day that you love me?”

@mionemymind w/ hermione granger dancing in fantasies

@wlntrsldler w/ george weasley enchanted

11. “please don’t marry him/her”

@auror-lovie w/ newt scamander out of reach

@vanillann w/ james potter

miscellaneous prompts

1. “i heard you talking in your sleep”

@whizbangs-78 w/ fred weasley the tale of fred weasley and the great stork

@dogweedanddeathcaps w/ hermione granger

2. “i might have had a few shots”

@witch-and-a-half w/ fred weasley

@s-n-a-k-e-p-i-t w/ draco malfoy x hermione granger hermione granger’s guide to shooting your shot

3. “i’m not moving, your lap is comfortable”

@protect-remus w/ sirius black

@cappsikle w/ fred weasley backfired

4. “bite me” ... “if you insist”

@wandsandwheezes w/ george weasley detention

@ohdeermarauder w/ remus lupin

5. “this is why we can’t have nice things”

@mytreec w/ sirius black here on now and forever

6. “can i tell you a secret?”

@iliveiloveiwrite w/ fred weasley half a heart

@vivianweasley w/ george weasley love, george

7. “shooting star, make a wish”

@hellotamgerine w/ george weasley starlight

@m0thg1rl w/ remus lupin

8. “let’s run away together”

@wonderful-writer w/ sirius black the little things

9. “this place gives me the creeps”

10. “i can’t believe you dragged me into this”

@loony-loopy-lupinn w/ sirius black mastermind

@bohemianpages w/ harry potter

11. “are you stupid or stupid?”

@tonksandherpinkhair w/ remus lupin

[s-n-a-k-e-p-i-t]

Hermione Granger’s Guide to Shooting Your Shot || hermione x draco

A/N: This is for @weasleysflowr‘s writing challenge. I’ve never done one of these before, and to be honest I haven’t creatively written for myself in a really long time, but I’m slowly getting back into it and it’s making me feel so alive!! So I hope you guys enjoy

Notes: I’m not quite sure of the time of when this is taking place. I’m inclined to think 6th year or 7th because they are drinking and with that being said, I wrote this with the idea in mind that Voldy didn’t come back and Hogwarts is just vibing without the threat of him and there’s just the usual Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry.

Warnings: Alcohol, fluff maybe the tiniest bit of steam

Prompt: “I might have had a few shots” 

Hermione bit her lip and smiled and that was just the right amount to send him barreling over the edge. His control was surrendered, she essentially held his soul in the palm of her hand. However, she hadn’t the slightest idea of the power she held as she stood across the room doing shot after shot with her newly arrived friends. Dancing to the music slightly when the younger ginger walked over to give her a hug. Oh she had no idea, that in that moment he had accepted that he was hers entirely. 

A scoff of a shoe next to him brought him out of his daze. The party was picking up and the fire whiskey was flowing, which luckily meant less people were asking why he was there. Not to mention the crowd was building, so it was much easier to blend despite the green tones only he and his companion adorned. However, this meant the temperature of The Three Broomsticks, with its smaller, more compact quarters and multiplied occupants didn’t stand a chance. He was happy he hadn’t worn a jacket, despite the December night he had to walk through to get there.  

Her teeth released her bottom lip as her mouth pulled into a wide smile and it sucked him in all over again. A mop of blonde hair handed her a messy red and gold wrapped present and he couldn’t help smile at how she held the package. Like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, despite being the most hideous wrapping job he had ever seen. Lost in the beauty of her, he almost missed the jabbing elbow in his side. 

“Earth to Draco.”

Blaise. Blaise had also been invited to the Golden Trio’s annual Christmas party. Why he even bothered to show, was beyond Draco’s imagination. In fact, he noted people, the Gryffindor majority in particular, actually seemed to be more surprised that his friend was present than himself. 

“What,” he scowled, his eyes not daring the tear away from her. 

“I’m gonna grab another drink, do you want anything. I’ve asked you at least five times.”

Draco looked down at the drink in his hand, he swirled it around and raised an eyebrow to his friend. Blaise turned on his heel and walked to the bar. Draco brought the glass to his lips, welcoming the bitter liquid in. Over the brim of the cup, he watched her as her eyes slowly wandered until they met his. Her skin, already flushed from the alcohol she had consumed, blushed even more and he reveled in the idea that he had such an effect on her. She whispered a word or two to the other thirds of her trio, hugged the blonde girl, and then broke away. She slowly sauntered towards him. Her step was off, he assumed due to the liquor. 

“Malfoy,” she smiled her eyes darting around to see who else had noticed his presence, “I didn’t think you’d make it,” she nearly whispered. He picked up on the slight slur of her words. 

“And why’s that?” 

She shrugged and pouted. He licked his lips as he watched hers. “Project’s over, we don’t have an excuse to be seen together anymore.”

He clicked his tongue and nodded. His eyebrows jerked up in amusement. “You invited me, Granger, so I came.”

She giggled and covered her lips with her fingers. He stared at her, remembering only the start of the term when she had been thrown into a group with him and Blaise for an Astronomy project, much to all of their annoyance. 

And then one week into working together when they had gotten into a screaming match over what month to complete the chart. He had quidditch tryouts and practices littered throughout the autumn, she had an immense amount of studying that only would build up the closer to Christmas they got. And they had gone back and forth, eventually getting personal, eventually getting in each others faces. And as he stared down at her and she stared up at him and their breath hit one another’s faces and both sets of eyes held their ground, neither to be betrayed or look away first, he had kissed her and as if something had finally snapped after six years of being sworn enemies and hell had frozen over, she kissed him back. And of course all of this has happened right when Blaise had returned from the bathroom, causing them to break apart, who told them he wouldn’t tell anyone as long as they did all the work so he could go off and do whatever it is Blaise Zabini does when he’s alone.

And then of course, they fought over who kissed who first, deciding to leave it at nothing more than a stressful time, a misunderstanding, and downright stupidity.

And then a month later, it happened again, only this time she initiated it. He had gotten an owl from his father, saying that his mother had been hit with an unidentified hex. And though Draco had practiced time and time again to not show his emotions, she still managed to break through and dig up what was wrong. And after that, the feeling of another person genuinely caring for him, who didn’t try to tell him how to feel or think or behave, he felt his mask slip away. And when she caught glimpse of the boy underneath the facade, she had kissed him, short, soft, and sweet.

And then mid October came around. And they’d finally picked a day to chart. And once they’d finished, those same fingers covering her giggle, had ended up tangled in his hair. He thought of the way her skin had glowed in the moonlight, the way she had looked at him, the way he had kissed her, the way she fearlessly kissed him back. And how they had done all their work that day, but told no one they were done just so they could keep seeing each other. They’d read, they’d talk, they’d spend the rest of the duration of the project period memorizing each other’s bodies and picking apart the other’s mind.

And then to three days ago when they handed in the project. 

And then he remembered the way they had parted, high marks on the project and agreeing that what had happened was to be kept a secret. Her friends would give her hell and he was pretty positive his father would disown him. The solution was to keep it a secret. To glance, to pass a note or two, to meet in dark corners and under isolated trees. 

And as he had laid in bed last night, he wondered if she was laying awake too, coming to find that this solution was not much of a solution at all. 

He blinked, suddenly, and pulled himself back into the present, swaying slightly. His eyes bore into hers, unsure of what to say next, hoping his quick trip down memory lane hadn’t brought any unwanted attention their way. And she studied him as if she could see into the depths of his mind and knew exactly what he was thinking about. He felt... vulnerable and though he also felt the comfort of her she provided whenever nearby, he also felt.. nervous? He struggled to find his bearings and he struggled with not being in control. He hadn’t even realized she had slipped her hand into his, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles slowly bringing him back. He looked down, smiling at the sight of their hands together.

When he looked back up, she was biting her lip again. 

He felt himself slip, the mask he wore around his schoolmates faltered. She caught it, he knew she would. But then she did something he didn’t predict. She cupped his face, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him gently. Smack dab on the mouth. In the middle of the bar. At the Gryffindor Christmas party.

She pulled away, hesitantly, nervous that he hadn’t been thinking what she had been thinking for the past 24 hours. 

His eyes searched her face. He wasn’t complaining, he was just shocked. “Hermione, all of our stupid friends are her- I thought, but what about the plan to keep it secret?”

Her smile brightened at his use of her first name. “I might have had a few shots,” she giggled, standing up taller so her lips were hovering just below his. “And I also might have realized that solution was kind of dumb, I want to be able to celebrate Christmas with my boyfriend.”

A mistletoe appeared above them, causing them both to laugh. She smiled at him and he felt his smile reach his eyes. Softly, he reached out and tilted her chin up. 

And despite the fact that practically everyone was looking at them in utter shock, despite the chorus of gasps, and despite the countless “is that Malfoy and Hermione?”s

Despite all that, when she kissed him this time, he kissed her back.

[pansydaisy]

Hii! I'm here for the writing challenge if still possible! I would like the fluff prompt 3 and the miscellaneous prompt 7... have a great day, lovely🥰

yeah sure, it’s still possible! do you have any idea which character you’d like to write for? :)

[pansydaisy]

hey! i literally just found your blog (top notch content btw) and i’m so late but i was wondering if i could still join the writing challenge (with misc. prompt #10 for harry)? thank you and have a great day xx

thank you! and yes you may use that prompt for harry! 💗

[pansydaisy]

this was so freaking cute akskfhak 💗 you wrote this so well! thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge! lots of love

backfired // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: after a prank gone wrong, fred seeks warmth within your arms

Warnings: not that I can think of! - except that the ending is trash I’m so sorry. Also I can’t tell if I accidentally wrote Fred ooc so I apologise if I did.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: this piece is for @weasleysflowr‘s follower celebration!! thank you so much for letting me participating! This is actually my first time joining a celebration or writing event, so I was so stoked to do this! Congratilations on getting 300 followers, you deserve it <3

This took so long that Ayli is actually now at 400 followers!! So another celebration is in order! Congratulations 🥳

Prompts: “i’m not moving, your lap is comfortable” and “is that my sweater (jumper) you’re wearing?” 

tags: @ryeryemilani @a-little-too-much   just ask to be added!

Please reblog and comment!

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If there was one thing that could put a dampen on Fred’s day, it would be a prank gone wrong, and that’s exactly what happened. It was quite a shame, really, as both Fred and George had worked really hard on this particular prank. Everything was set perfectly, all the ingredients had been gathered, and everyone was in their proper place. That was, until Snape came looking for Filch claiming there to be an emergency. By the time the twins realised that Snape was in the place the prank was set to place, it was too late, leaving the seething professor covered in a sticky green goo, smelling like a dung bomb. They would’ve laughed, as the sight was quite humorous, but that victory was very short lived when Snape caught sight of them, immediately appointing them two months of detention.

Usually, the twins weren’t ones to care if they got detentions, but they had received two months, with Snape, no less. Yeah, Fred was in a foul mood. That’s how he found himself trudging his way back the common room with hunched shoulders, a frown set deep on his face. George broken off the path to go find Lee to explain how badly the prank backfired. Fred was ready to just collapse on the couch and sulk for the rest of the day, not having any energy to keep up with the evening activities. That was his plan, but all thoughts of brooding left his mind when he walked through the portrait hole and saw you there, sitting curled up on the couch with a book in your hands.  

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[pansydaisy]

this tore my heart apart but i really wouldn’t have it any other way, this was beautifully written 💗 thank you for participating in my writing challenge!

WASTED TIME | fw

SUMMARY: Over the years, Fred and Y/N have watched the other feign love with a slew of people; no one person ever sticking around quite long enough. But just when Fred thinks the two of you might finally be on the same page, he sees the iridescent diamond ring twinkling on your left hand.

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (post war au)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: swearing, loads of angst, allusions to + mentions of sex

a/n: buckle in for an emotional rollercoaster, dudes! this is for ayli’s 300 follower writing challenge @weasleysflowr​! prompts include: “i think i love you” + “are you happier now?” flashbacks are in italics. ALSO I JUST HIT 400??? y’all are too much, and i don’t deserve you! 💛

taglist: @obsessedwithrandomthings​ @iliveiloveiwrite​ @weasleysflowr​ @andromedaa-tonks​ @a-little-too-much​ @slytherinsunrise​ (message/ask to be added/removed, loves!)

The glaring sun crept in through the window, rudely dancing across Fred’s face and beckoning him to rise from his unsteady slumber. He shoved his throbbing head under the pillow and began to roll over in bed. He was startled by the limbs entangled in his sheets that were preventing him from going any further. He’d nearly forgotten about the woman he picked up at the pub last night.

Last night had been bloody rough, to say the least.

Fred groaned as he propped himself up, examining the haphazardly discarded clothes on the floor and eyeing her smudged eyeliner. Wasn’t she supposed to have left hours ago? He thought.

He shuffled quietly out of bed, as the last thing he wanted was to wake her and be forced into some sort of awkward pillow talk. He figured she’d wake up in due time when she was ready to take on the day — and get out of his flat.

Fred lazily pulled on a gray pair of joggers before stumbling out of the bedroom and softly shutting the door behind him. He found George bustling around in the kitchen, preparing a pot of coffee. Fred flinched at the clamor.

“Not scrambling eggs for this one, eh?” George chuckled, turning to grab a mug from the cupboard and noticing Fred’s disheveled appearance.

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