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[romanczukowsky]

Magic Meets Muggle

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: A summer day at a Muggle park turns unexpectedly magical when Fred Weasley meets a curious and fearless Muggle girl. What starts as playful banter evolves into a night filled with discovery, desire, and promises that bridge two very different worlds.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes, sensual content, and explicit scenes of intimacy.

Author’s Note: Thank you for joining me on this magical journey blending the wizarding world with the thrilling unfamiliarity of the Muggle life. Fred’s charm and Y/N’s fearless openness made this story an exciting exploration of connection and desire. ✨💫

The hot summer was in full swing, and we, the Weasleys, were stuck on a trip invented by Dad to a Muggle park. Dad, with great enthusiasm, said to me, “Fred, this is going to be educational!” — and in my mind, I was just thinking: educational, yeah right...

We were sitting under a big oak tree, spreading out a blanket under the burning sun, while kids with balloons fluttered around and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air. Dad was fascinated, showing us a pocketknife that Muggles use to carve initials into trees. Everyone seemed excited, but George and I exchanged looks full of disbelief.

Then I saw her. She was sitting a few meters away on a blanket, absorbed in a book, smiling with an elusive charm.

“Hey, George, look at her,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Yeah, quite nice, huh?” he replied in a hushed voice, like we were talking about some forbidden fruit.

I didn’t know her, I didn’t know who she was, but I felt this day was already going to be anything but ordinary.

The sun was blazing, and I could feel my shirt sticking to my back. Even the shade under the massive oak wasn’t helping. George was lying on his back beside me, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the sky like he was counting clouds just to avoid listening to Dad — who was still going on about the muggle pocketknife like he’d just discovered a new magical creature.

But I wasn’t listening. I was watching her.

She was sitting a few meters away, one leg tucked beneath her, the other stretched out lazily toward the sun. That white summer dress she wore clung just enough to make my brain short-circuit, and the warm breeze played with her hair like it had a personal vendetta against my self-control. Every time she tucked a strand behind her ear, I wanted to get up and do it for her.

"Think she’s a Muggle?" I muttered, still staring.

George shrugged without looking away from the sky. “Definitely. One of those with no clue about our world. Pure ignorance. Kinda hot, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I stood and stretched like I was just shaking off the heat — but my legs knew better. They carried me straight toward her. I could hear George snorting behind me, but I ignored him.

As I got closer, I realized I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say. Hi, I’m a wizard and I’ve been staring at you for twenty minutes like a complete creep? Brilliant, Fred.

She looked up from her book, and her gaze caught mine. Her eyes were something else — slightly squinting from the sun, but sharp and focused. And that smile… not wide, but knowing. Like she’d been aware of me watching her this whole time.

“Hey,” I said, with my best attempt at casual charm. “Is this spot taken?”

Her smile deepened.

“Only if you’ve got something better to offer than pocketknife conversations.”

I laughed. Okay. Muggle with a personality. I liked that.

“I’m afraid my father already ruined my entire family’s image by showing off a glorified tree-scratcher.”

“That was your dad?” she asked, clearly amused.

“Yeah. Please don’t judge me by his obsession with sharp objects.”

She laughed, and it was the kind of sound that made my chest tighten. I had a feeling this was going to be more than a passing moment.

We had spent the whole afternoon together, talking. Mostly about small things — books, music, how ridiculous sunburns were, and how lukewarm lemonade should be illegal. But the conversation had been easy. Real. I didn’t even notice when we’d shifted so close that our knees were nearly touching.

“Wanna take a walk?” I asked softly. Maybe too softly.

She looked at me from beneath long lashes and smiled slightly. “Sure. But only if you promise not to impress me again with tree facts.”

I grinned sideways. “No promises.”

We walked slowly along the winding path that led out of the park. The sky was deepening into a muted violet. The lamps hadn’t turned on yet. It was just us and that brief moment between day and night. Her shoulder brushed mine once… then again. I didn’t move away.

My fingers itched to take her hand. But something held me back. Nerves? That wasn’t like me.

“You’ve gone quiet,” she said softly. “Regretting the walk?”

“Not even a little,” I said, glancing at her. “I’m just… wondering if I should tell you something.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “Sounds serious.”

I stopped. Gravel crunched under my shoes. She turned to face me.

“Okay, this might sound strange,” I started, rubbing the back of my neck. “But I’m not… exactly normal.”

She tilted her head a little, intrigued — not scared. “I figured that much. You’re definitely not boring.”

“No, I mean… I’m…” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wand. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t step back.

“That’s… what I think it is?”

“Depends. Are you thinking I’m about to pull a rabbit out of a hat?”

“More like… you’re about to make something fly,” she said with a small smile, though her voice was soft with wonder.

With a flick of my wand, a few dry leaves lifted into the air, spinning slowly around us like golden birds in flight. She gasped softly, eyes wide. There was no fear in them. No suspicion. Just pure awe.

“This is… real?”

“As real as I am.”

She stepped closer, face tilted up toward the floating leaves… then looked directly at me. “You’re… a wizard?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “And I’ve never shown this to anyone outside our world before. Never.”

“I feel kind of honored,” she whispered. “And… strangely turned on.”

I laughed — short, nervous. “You’re not afraid?”

She looked at me, her eyes glowing in the twilight. “Should I be?”

“No,” I said, stepping closer, voice low and steady. “But maybe a little.”

She didn’t move away. Her gaze dropped to my lips. That was all it took.

I leaned in slowly — giving her time to pull back if she wanted. She didn’t. Her breath hitched, her fingers curled into the front of my shirt, and then… we kissed.

Gently at first. Curious. Then deeper.

Her lips parted under mine, tasting like summer and something that made my knees feel dangerously weak. Her hands slid to my hips, tugging me closer. Mine moved to her waist — warm, real, soft — and I let myself sink into her.

When we finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against mine, both of us breathless.

“I’ve never kissed a wizard before,” she whispered.

I smiled. “And you’re making it very hard to keep any sort of magical composure.”

She giggled softly. “Show me more.”

“Oh,” I whispered into her ear, “you have no idea how much I want to show you… everything.”

____________________— Y/N's POV —____________________________

I don’t know what I expected when he said that. But the way he looked at me… everything changed.

His breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine — but not from fear. It was something else. Something deeper. Warmer.

I’d never been this close to someone and wanted more. Not just more touch — but more of him. The way his voice dipped low when he whispered, the way his fingers hovered near my waist like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me. Like I was something fragile. Sacred.

But I didn’t feel fragile.

I felt like I was burning.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes — those impossibly warm brown eyes that sparkled even in the dimming light — and I swear the air between us crackled.

“I want to see more,” I breathed, before I could stop myself.

He searched my face like he was making sure. And then, slowly, his hand slipped to the small of my back and pulled me gently toward him again. Our mouths met — this time with less hesitation. With more intent.

My fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him to know I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t unsure. I was just… consumed.

Every kiss deepened, his lips demanding, tasting, teasing mine open. I gasped softly against his mouth when his hands explored the curve of my waist, settling there like he belonged.

“I don’t want to stop,” he murmured against my skin.

“You don’t have to,” I whispered back, not recognizing my own voice — breathy, raw.

He kissed down my jaw, slow and reverent, and I tilted my head, giving him more access, craving every warm trail his lips left behind.

The magic wasn’t in his wand anymore. It was in the way he touched me — like every brush of skin was a spell, every breath a charm.

And Merlin, I never wanted him to stop casting them.

“Oh,” he whispered, “you have no idea how much I want to show you… everything.”

I pulled back just slightly, trying not to let my excitement show too much. “Then… come with me. Let’s go to my place.”

He blinked, looking surprised. “Your place? But my family…It’s getting late, and—”

I smiled, biting my lip a little. “They’ll manage without you for a bit. Besides…” I leaned closer, feeling my breath warm against his neck, “I’ve got a feeling you don’t really want to go back just yet.”

He froze, and I saw that mix of surprise and something else in his eyes—like he suddenly realized he had me right there, and wasn’t letting go.

“Well…” he said, swallowing hard, “I guess they’ll forgive me.”

I grinned, took his hand, and led him away from the emptying park toward the quiet streets and my waiting door. His heart was pounding, and honestly, so was mine—not just from the kiss, but from knowing this night was just beginning.

We stepped into my house.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. Fred leaned casually against the kitchen counter, looking at me with that mischievous smile that eased the tension between us a bit. I sat down on the counter and grabbed a bowl of strawberries from the table.

Fred nodded, not taking his eyes off me.

I handed him the first strawberry, slowly bringing it to his lips. His fingers lightly brushed mine, sending a pleasant shiver through me.

He smiled, and I picked up another strawberry. “Have you ever seen the movie 9½ Weeks?” I asked, raising one eyebrow, sensing he might not know what I meant. “There’s this scene with whipped cream… pretty funny...”

Fred furrowed his brow slightly, trying to understand, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Without waiting any longer, our lips met in a kiss — soft and hesitant at first, then growing more confident and passionate. The taste of strawberry and cream mixed with the warmth of our mouths, and for a moment, the whole world disappeared.

Fred’s hands found my waist, steady and confident, pulling me a little closer. His lips left mine for a moment, trailing soft kisses down my jawline, making my skin tingle.

Slowly, he reached to the hem of my dress, his fingers curling gently as he lifted the fabric just enough to reveal the curve of my thigh. I held my breath, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through me.

He looked up at me, eyes dark and full of desire. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice low and husky.

The room seemed to shrink around us, every sound fading away except for the rapid beating of our hearts. I let my hands rest on his shoulders, feeling the strength there as he leaned in again, capturing my lips with renewed passion.

Our kisses deepened, slow and hungry, as if we were both trying to memorize every inch of the other. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer while his hands explored more boldly.

The dress slipped a little more as he traced his fingers higher, and I didn’t stop him. The moment was ours — electric, fragile, and intoxicating.

Fred’s lips left a trail of fire as they moved down my neck, tracing slow, deliberate kisses to the hollow between my collarbones. His hands gripped my hips firmly but gently, pulling me closer as his mouth traveled lower, warm breath brushing my skin.

Then, with a confidence that made my pulse race, his lips slipped beneath the hem of my dress. The fabric was soft and thin, offering little barrier. His mouth settled between my thighs, sending a shiver through me that tangled desire and nervous excitement.

His eyes lifted to meet mine—dark, questioning, searching for permission. I swallowed hard, heart hammering in my chest, and gave the smallest nod.

Fred’s lips pressed softly against my skin, his tongue tracing tender, teasing patterns. His hands slid up my thighs, holding me steady but gentle, his touch igniting sparks that spread like wildfire.

Every flicker of his tongue, every careful stroke made the heat inside me rise, leaving me breathless, caught between wanting more and fearing how fast this moment was flying.

Fred’s mouth worked its magic, each kiss, each flick of his tongue sending waves through my entire body. I felt the tension building inside me, my knees going weak, and my breath growing heavier. As my body reached the peak of pleasure, Fred didn’t slow down—in fact, his kisses became even more passionate, more direct.

At one point, he gently turned me on the countertop so that I was lying face down on him. His hands caressed my back, his gaze full of care and desire. His lips traced down my neck, then he began to move subtly inside me, making me struggle to hold back a soft moan.

It was something new, electrifying—tender yet intense. Fred was confident, and I surrendered completely, allowing myself what I craved, even though my heart was pounding wildly.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each one sending ripples of pleasure that spread through me like wildfire. I felt every inch of him, the warmth, the closeness—it was intoxicating. My hands dug lightly into the countertop, grounding me as waves of sensation rolled over my skin.

Fred’s lips never left my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I could hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing, steady and sure, matching the pace he set. It was a dance, a perfect balance between tenderness and urgency.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against my ear.

I nodded, barely able to speak, my voice lost in the rising storm inside me. The connection between us felt raw, real—like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, caught in this fragile, breathtaking moment.

Fred’s movements grew more urgent, yet never rushed, as if savoring every second. His breath was warm against my skin, mingling with mine in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

Then, with a low, guttural sound, he pressed deeper into me, his body taut with need. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming yet achingly beautiful. We moved together, slowly, deliberately, until finally—he shuddered, his grip tightening as he reached his peak. I felt him trembling beneath me, a whispered plea and a release that left us both breathless.

For a moment, we simply held each other, the quiet hum of the night wrapping us in a tender embrace. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling a connection deeper than words could express.

I slowly turned my head to meet his gaze, the soft kitchen light catching the warmth in his eyes. For a moment, the world felt impossibly quiet, like time itself had paused just for us.

Fred’s fingers gently brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch feather-light yet grounding. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

A shy smile tugged at my lips. “I didn’t expect any of this today,” I admitted, still feeling the lingering tremors inside me.

He chuckled softly. “Neither did I,” he said, then leaned in to kiss me again—this time slower, deeper, as if trying to memorize every sensation.

The quiet was comforting, broken only by the faint sounds of the city beyond my windows. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, but here, wrapped in Fred’s arms, it felt like the only place I belonged.

After a while, I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Stay with me a little longer?”

But then, suddenly, his expression shifted. His brows furrowed, and a shadow of reality crept back over him.

“I have to go,” he said quietly, voice tight with regret. “My family... they’re probably wondering where I disappeared to.”

I nodded, feeling the bittersweet sting of goodbye already curling in my chest.

He cupped my face gently, his thumb tracing slow circles over my cheek. “But I promise,” he murmured, “I’ll come back as soon as I can. You have my word.”

From his pocket, he pulled out a small, worn charm — a simple, silver lightning bolt. He pressed it into my hand.

“Keep this,” he said softly. “So you’ll remember me. Until next time.”

I closed my fingers over the charm, the cool metal grounding me even as my heart ached.

He leaned in one last time, brushing his lips lightly against mine. Then, with a final lingering look, Fred slipped out the door, leaving behind a silence that hummed with all the things left unsaid.

Part.II

[gigicreates562]

The Bet- Fred Weasley x Reader

Y/n bets Fred that she can get him to admit his jealousy before the end of the week. It does not go how either of them planned. 

TW: none

Word Count: 2,900

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“You’re an idiot” George stated plainly.

“Hang on- what have I done already? It’s only 9 in the morning” Fred retorted.

“The bet”

“Godric, she works quickly. How does everyone know already?”

“Because you’ve gone absolutely mental thinking you can win!” Lee piped in as he sat down at the table, “Everyone’s talking about how badly you’re going to lose”

Fred’s mind drifted back to last night.

…

“What did he kill your grandma or something? Why are you looking at him like that?” Y/n teased.

“Like what?” Fred replied, with his eyes still locked on Draco.

“Hang on are you jealous?”

“No,” He argued, still eyeing the Slytherin boy, “How did he get ahold of your gloves in the first place?”

“I left them there after our one-night stand last week.”

“What?” Fred’s focus whipped to her.

“You are jealous!”

“I’m not! Just …concerned for your well-being. Did you actually?”

“Of course not you twat. I left them at quidditch practice and he picked them up for me,” She answered, watching as Fred went back to eyeing Draco, “Why won’t you admit you’re jealous?”

“Because I’m not”

“Right… Interesting”

“What is?” Fred finally relaxed as Draco went out of the room.

“That you are jealous, but you just won’t admit it,” Y/N replied as she shoved his shoulder playfully.

“I won't admit it because I’m not jealous,” Fred said pushing her shoulder right back, “Why do you care? I think you want me to be jealous,”

“Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

Fred was slightly anxious. Deep down he knew he was a little jealous. Protective even. But he knew if he admitted it, it would mean admitting his feelings for her, which he was NOT ready to do just yet.

“I bet that I can make you admit you’re jealous by the end of this week,” Y/n challenged.

“You’re on.”

“Good,” Y/n stuck out her hand for him to shake.

“Hang on,” Fred took a confident step closer, instantly making y/n hyper-aware of their proximity, “What do I get if I win?” Fred brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, clearly testing her.

“If you win,” Y/n whispered while taking another step impossibly closer, “I’ll do your potions homework for a week.”

She could feel his chest against hers now but she was not backing down now.

“But if I win,” she continued, “You have to ask me to the Yule Ball- In front of everyone.”

“Deal,” Fred scoffed and shook her hand.

…

“Drag it out as long as you can mate, I’ve started a betting pool” George held up a pouch full of sickles, ever so annoyingly.

“WHY is everyone so convinced I’ll lose?” Fred hissed.

“Because you’re head over heels for her! And because of that,” Lee pointed behind him. All the boys directed their attention to the front of the Great Hall.

“Bloody Hell” George laughed out.

There she was. Standing at the front of the great hall in all her glory was y/n. But instead of her usual sweater and jeans, she sported a tight black turtle neck with a leather skirt resting just below her mid-thigh cleverly directing everyone’s eyes down her toned legs covered by sheer black pantyhose wrapped up neatly by a pair of stunning black heels. She looked absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and much to Fred’s dismay everyone recognized it.

She was currently surrounded by a gaggle of third years, shamelessly trying to catch the older girl’s attention. But there was one specific person who made Fred’s blood boil. To Y/n’s right- stood Cormac, ever the overconfident flirt, making Y/n laugh. Fred couldn’t believe it. He almost, almost, stood up, but at the last second Y/N caught his eyes, so Fred sat back down and directed his attention back to his food.

“Oi! Fred!” Dean Thomas called, approaching Fred, “Are you and Y/N still seeing each other?”

“We were never seeing each other Dean,” Fred hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oh. So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out?” Lee asked bluntly. George had the nerve to laugh at the 4th year’s audacity, earning a glare from his twin across the table.

“Go right ahead,” Fred approved.

“Wicked.” Dean hurried away towards y/n fixing his robes as he went.

“Have I mentioned you’re entirely, utterly, and completely stupid?” George reminded once more.

“Shut up.”

…

That afternoon Fred sat at the desk in y/n’s room patiently awaiting her arrival. She was supposed to meet him 10 minutes ago, but still no sign of her.

Five more minutes passed and Y/N finally rolled in. Amongst her hair sat a small red flower tucked behind her ear delicately.

“What is that?” Fred pointed to the improvised hairpiece.

“A flower. Dean gave it to me. Red for love or Gryffindor or some rubbish. I don’t know.”

“So now you’re flirting with Dean Thomas? He’s two years below us!”

“Not flirting Fred, simply accepting a gift. Why? Are you jealous?” She challenged crossing to lean on the desk near him.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Right,” She relented rolling her eyes, “Well then, ready to study?”

“If we must”

…

Some days came and went and pretty soon it was Wednesday.

How on Earth is it only Wednesday? Fred thought. He was miserable.

For the past three days, he watched boys trip over themselves just to get near Y/N. He didn’t think she’d carried her own books to class the entire week, not to mention the sweets on her desk had now grown to be a small mountain. It seemed everyone in Hogwarts was determined to make him forfeit. But Fred, just as stubborn as y/n, would not give in that easily.

Today was the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game. Fred and George routinely made their way up to the stands to support their best friend and third favorite beater: Y/n.

“Bloody hell I’ve never seen the Slytherin stand so packed,” Fred commented as he pushed through the crowd.

“Not to put salt on your wound mate, but I think you know why they’re here” George replied making his own way to the front.

“Unfortunately I’m painfully aware.”

“You have to admit. She does look pretty bloody hot when she’s playing” George poked,

Receiving a sharp smack on his chest from his twin.

“Hey hey! I am not the enemy… Simply pointing out the obvious,” He added.

Smack

“Alright!!”

~~~

“That was mad!” Lee exclaimed.

“I’ve never seen Hufflepuff eat shit that badly” George added.

“Come on. Let’s go find her” Fred said. He may have been in a bad mood, but even he couldn’t deny that it was an amazing game for Slytherin. The boys journeyed down the stairs to wait for the team outside the showers. As they got closer Fred rolled his eyes at the sight before him.

“Sorry gents!” Fred loudly announced to the small village waiting outside the showers for Y/n, “Y/N has already left! Snuck out through the back. Looks like you’ll have to obnoxiously fight for her affections some other time,” he ended, clapping a few of them on their backs.

Fred’s call seemed to clear out most of the crowd including a very disappointed Dean Thomas.

“Right then, that’s better,” Fred sighed.

“You’re encouragable” George muttered.

“Are those my favorite twins I hear?” Y/N exclaimed as she exited the locker room. Her hair was damp and beginning to curl up from the shower and lack of a proper comb.

“That was bloody brilliant,” George congratulated as he hugged her tightly.

“That was a pretty gruesome game,” Fred said, abandoning his usual cocky persona for a more timid one.

“And here I thought you wouldn’t come,” Y/N cood as she crossed over to Fred.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Didn’t say you were”

George cut in, “Right, as entertaining as you two are, I’ve got a date with my pillow. Great game Y/n.” George clapped her on the back and made a quick exit.

“He’s right you know” Fred turned toward the girl.

“About what?”

“You were pretty ‘bloody brilliant’,” he mocked his twin’s tone.

“Thanks, It helped to have my good luck charm in the stands as usual,” she beamed at him.

“Yeah… Well, I’m off then,” Fred said beginning to leave.

“Fred!” She halted the boy, “Um- Well I just… Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah of course.”

~~~

The party was a rager. Gryffindor had just won the Friday match and it seemed like all of Hogwarts was celebrating. The common room was packed with people from all different houses dancing, chatting, and of course drinking.

There was only one rule to get in: you’ve got to wear red and gold.

Fred, however, made sure to deliberately leave that detail a mystery to Y/N. As usual, he had a plan. He figured that this being the last night of their little bet, she would be plotting a scheme of her own, so he would have to beat her before she beat him. His plan was simple: she would show up at the door, not wearing the required colors, and he would graciously offer him his jersey. With no other option, she would be forced to wear a shirt with a big fat “WEASLEY” on the back, easily warding off potential suitors. Now all he had to do was wait for her to show up.

And show up she did. His plan was right on track. She approached the portrait hole confidently; strutting up in an emerald green Slytherin sweater. Perfect.

“Ope, sorry love, gonna have to stop you there.” Fred said blocking her path, “Red or gold required to get in.”

“What?”

“Yup. No entry for green. Sorry darling,” Fred smiled at her oh so sweetly. Y/N tried to ignore the little flutter of her heart when he used that pet name for her.

“But you are in luck!” He continued, “I just so happen to have this!” Fred proudly pulled out and presented his jersey to her, thinking he had won.

“Mhm. Let me get this straight,” Y/n exaggerated, “You ‘just so happen’ to have forgotten to tell me the dress code, and you ‘just so happen’ to have a shirt for me, but it ‘just so happens’ that it has the word ‘WEASLEY’ plastered all over the back?” She saw right through him.

“Yup,” Fred popped the p of the word as he held out the shirt to her.

But Fred had made one fatal mistake, he had forgotten the very reason he fancied this particular woman oh so much: her boldness.

“Right,” She began to speak loudly, as to attract the attention of everyone in the room, “SO I CAN'T COME IN WITH THIS SHIRT, BUT IF I CHANGE TO RED OR GOLD I CAN ENTER?”

“Yes?” Fred hesitated. What was she up to?

“WELL FINE!” She exclaimed, and Fred watched in shock and might he say admiration as the next few actions unfolded in front of him.

Y/n reached down and proudly pulled off her shirt over her head, revealing a bright red bra underneath.

Fred gaped at her. He definitely had not seen this coming, but by god was that attractive. He didn’t know if it was her confidence or just the proximity to her shirtless chest, but Fred Weasley was truly at a loss for words.

“Let the woman in!” Someone shouted from the crowd, and Fred stepped aside to watch as she walked past smirking. How did his plan manage to go that badly?

“It’s alright mate you made a valiant effort,” George appeared patting his shoulder, “But if you do lose I’ve got five galleons on it. I suppose I could share some of the profit.”

“I need a drink,” Fred uttered.

“That’s the spirit.”

~~~

The party raged on, and it was getting dangerously close to midnight. Y/n knew she had to finish this and fast. Luckily, she had the advantage. Fred had been hitting the fire whisky pretty hard, and best of all Cormac had entered the ring once more.

“Hey,” Y/n said approaching Cormac, “You played pretty well, I couldn’t help but watch.”

Actually, she could. She hadn’t even noticed him. In fact, she was pretty sure she was transfixed with a certain Gryffindor beater for most of the game, but she put that aside for now. She was winning this bet.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled. She internally cringed at his words but persisted.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course” Cormac shoved over to make room for her. Y/n glanced at the clock, getting slightly nervous. 11:30. 30 more minutes- time to be bold. She stole a glance in Fred’s direction, who unfortunately seemed distracted talking to Lee, and with a deep inhalation, sat directly on Cormac’s lap.

“Well hello,” he praised as he placed a hand on her thigh. She fought the urge to move it away and pushed onward once more.

“Hello,” she flirted, glancing back at Fred again. Still not watching. Fuck. Why won’t he look at her? Why won’t Cormac STOP looking at her? Abruptly Y/n became startlingly aware of her shirtlessness.

“You look quite fit tonight. Really a killer outfit,” he joked.

She laughed, LOUDLY, Too loudly to seem natural but it seemed to have caught George’s eye. She hoped he would deliver the news to Fred. The clock was ticking.

Carefully, she placed a hand on Cormac’s chest.

“So do you, but maybe that’s just the fire whiskey talking,” Y/n flirted.

Now it was Cormac’s turn to laugh. Smoothly, he moved his hand from her thigh to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her chest felt so exposed up against his Jersey, but she had to keep pressing forward. The conversation was going slow, too slow. 11:45. Where was Fred?

“Tell me Y/n- was this bra for me? Or was this just a happy accident,” her brain was screaming at her to bail. To call the whole thing off. But she was so close, Fred would be here soon. She was sure of it.

“Well I-“

“Y/n.” Fred FINALLY cut in. “Can I have a word?”

~~~

Fred ushered her quickly into his room. 11:50.

“The hell was that?” Fred was seething, “Cormac? I knew you were stubborn but I didn’t think you were that cruel.”

“Why? Jealous?” She teased, not quite grasping just how angry he was.

“Why is this a game to you? Why am I a game to you?” Fred sat down facing away from her, raking his fingers through his copper hair.

Y/n was dumbstruck. What just happened?

“What?” She was thoroughly confused.

Fred continued from his seat, “This whole thing. Do you think I wanted to be jealous? Do you think that I like how unreasonably irritated I get when someone else wants to carry your books? Why did you have to go and embarrass me for it? I’m sorry I ever even cared for you like that.”

“Fred- like what? What are you saying?”

“You know well what I mean. It’s already painful enough knowing I’m just a friend.”

“Fred, I guess I’m confused I-”

“I’m in love with you alright? I was perfectly fine loving you in secret! Why did you have to go and mess it all up?” He confessed, his temper getting the better of him. “Just forget it. Clearly, my feelings aren’t that important to you” He stood quickly and headed for the door.

“Fred wait!” He barreled out the door and down to the common room attempting to weave through all the people. Y/n was hot on his tail. “Fred- wait- please- just slow down a minute!”

He continued to push through and out of the portrait.

“Fred!” She followed just behind him, but he didn’t stop. Barreling all the way down through passageways and tunnels until finally reaching the boat house. He stopped on the edge of the dock, and she followed.

“You twat!” She accused.

“Oh, I’m the twat? You’re ridiculous,” He scoffed, turning to face her to argue further, but before he could she cried out.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Roughly, she grabbed the collar of his robes and yanked him closer to her, planting his lips directly on hers before removing them again.

He stared at her shocked, and for the second time tonight, Fred was at a loss for words.

“Did you seriously think I did all of this to embarrass you? Fred, I’m in love with you! I just was tired of dropping hints all the time, so I was hoping this might push you to admit your feelings. I had no idea it would go this far.”

“You- you love me too?”

“Of course I do! Fred, you and I both saw this week, that if I wanted to date someone else I could. But I don’t, okay? Can you get that through your thick skull?”

He stared at her. She stared at him. Gingerly, he approached her raising a hand up to hold her cheek in his palm.

“Y/n?” He whispered.

“Fred?”

The boy slowly moved his hand to grab her chin and pulled her lips closer, but just before they touched he stopped. Smirking he uttered, “It’s 12:05. You owe me some potions homework.”

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered as she finally closed the gap between them.

The kiss was slow and deliberate. The new couple was savoring their first real taste of each other. He tastes just like caramel she noted as he lightly nipped at her bottom lip. Y/n reached up to his neck to pull him closer, but Fred broke the kiss.

“Would you like to take this upstairs?” He asked, “Although the dress code for my room is no red so you’ll probably have to take that off.”

“Prick,” She said with a smile as she brought her lips back down to his. 

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Pretty Girl- George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader (Season of love event) Fred Weasley x Reader(platonic)

Timeline: 6 months after the battle of Hogwarts

Summary: Reader gets injured in the war saving Fred's life, after the war she wakes up six months later and falls in love with George who has been taking care of her loooooooooooonggggggg ass fic. had an idea and ran with it mutual pining (strangers to)/friends to lovers I just thought this idea was cute

Warnings: no use. of y/n or y/h/n its just ____, written in first person, crass language, some dirty jokes here and there, nothing physical, slow burn, !FRED LIVES!, reader is a flirt, mentions of death in the war, reader looses a leg in the war, George takes on care taker role for Fred after he gets injured after he was saved by reader, and any others i missed

A/N: decided to take a stab at the season of love event that one of my favorite writers are hosting right now and half way through i really wished i made this a series but i guess this works better as a long one shot with room for more parts. Theres just so much you can do with this imho but it is what it is sorry for the long ass read it was just too much fun to write this ended to where i could add on parts if i really wanted too so if it seemed unfinished i dunno 🤷‍♀️

My eyes fluttered open and hissed at the light in the room everything hurt groaning out in pain as i sat up “oh good.. youre awake. I was getting pretty lonely being in here the only one conscious” Fred called out to me as i rubbed the eye that wasn't covered in gauze “not to be rude or anything but where am i?” i asked moving my hand to rub the back of my neck feeling the popping groaning in some relief throwing a leg over the bed “whats the last thing you remember?” He asked looking at me i rolled my eyes yawning out “I was fighting back to back with one of Percy’s twin brothers… i found him after…. After Penny died…im not sure which twin i was fighting with… i didnt have the time to pick out the differences. Or ask… we were outnumbered ten to three… the minister of magic came in Percy made a god awful joke…. Which we all shared there was an explosion that flew me and the twin i was with against eachother before the wall could come down on us i put up a shield…. And then everything went black” he shifted on to his side “it was me, you saved me.” He smiled “youre Fred?” i asked finally looking at him taking in his broadening smile obviously thrilled that he had someone to talk too “yeah. Im Fred. And to answer your question, youre in George’s bed. We’re at my flat in the shop” he explained “what am i doing in George’s bed in your flat in your shop?" i made a confused face "i know i didn't fall asleep after an intense love making session after a night in the pub so forgive me i am a little confused" i huffed "no. you didn't sleep with my brother. not yet anyway" he rolled his eyes speaking in an amused voice “youre in his bed because after you saved me. The ground gave way under you. And you fell through three floors of the castle, you scratched your face on the rebar on your way down. It missed your eye by a centimeter. I carried you to Pomfrey, You were in a coma for about five months almost six. I insisted that id be the one to help you recover and with your physical therapy after you saved my life. My Fiancėe Angelina would’ve taken care of your injuries for me since you know… im a guy and youre a chick. Then i went and got myself blown up by Bellatrix trying to save my sister… I failed her and now? we’re in the same boat. George turned his room into our recovery room since its the biggest of the two. Angel even agreed to it. Shes really grateful to you. She and mums been taking care of your chest wound seeing as how youre a woman, George handles your eye and… and your leg.” he smiled filling in the details. “What do you mean my leg? physical therapy?” i asked confused furrowing my eyebrows pulling the blanket off of my waist i looked down at my legs to see my right leg had been amputated above the knee “Madame Pomfrey had to take it before you succumbed. Part of the wall fell on it and it was irreparable. I killed the death eater that did that to you” my eyes started to water breathing heavily because it looked like it was so close to killing me i was relieved that i was still alive "love... hey… calm down its okay” he tries to stand but winces falling back to his bed when a loud sob wracks through my lips “shit… GEORGE! GET IN HERE GEORGE NOW!” He yelled suddenly bursted through the door “she just woke up” he told his twin she started to dry heave he wordlessly pulled me into his chest “shhhhh youre okay love its okay.. youre safe.. youre safe.. Pretty girl youre safe.. Percy sat in here with you for two months straight” he cooed they stayed like that as he comforted me when i finally composed myself enough i pulled back slightly  “thank you” i whispered to him “sorry for ruining your nice shirt… i didnt.. i didnt mean to George” i said louder scooting back to leab my back against his headboard “dont worry about that beautiful, its just tears. im sorry you found out that way” he said softly kneeling by the edge of the bed

���Fred was supposed to WAIT to tell you.” He glared at his twin he smiled sheepishly “I didnt expect her to pull her blanket off!” Fred defended himself “that’s enough out of you Fred” he hissed “im George” he smiled at her gently "______ Barebone, I was a ______…" thinking back to my house in school "in your year. Friends with your brother he dated my best friend” “Penny” we said together and i smiled “youre sitting up on your own. Thats a good thing.” He smiled gently at me “is it alright if i checked your eye?” i bit my lip and nodded at him gently. “Can i borrow your owl to write Percy? I want to make sure he’s alright, we both lost Penny" i said barely audible “of course Pretty Girl let me just finish up here i'll get you parchment and a quill when mum and Ange get here” he chuckled He unwrapped the bandage on her face i hissed at the dull pain in my left eye “good… good love, dilation is good. Can you follow my finger for me?” He asked softly “you're tracking well with your left eye sweetheart.” He mumbled he softly covered my right eye with his palm “can you see anything lovely?” He asked “I see your nose… but its blurry” clearly unaffected by his testing of pet names and terms of endearment  he smiled “it looks like the cuts on your face will scar but Fred and I developed a cream that’ll make it go away in a month if you want to use it. I dont have to put the bandage back on… Is it okay if I check your leg?” He asked being extra aware with me being awake and aware of everything he got consent before making physical contact and i nodded not minding the physical contact he slowly cut away the bandages “any pain?” he looked up at me with his green eyes  “just my side” i whispered “yeah, Fred and Percy said you hit a lot of rebar going down after the wall. I’ll let mom and Ange know to up your healing regimen on your side" he sighed looking back at my leg "so wanna tell me why im in your bed and not in St Mungo's right now?" i asked "y'know men usually take girls out to dinner before having their way them in their bed... with their brother watching... never been one for exhibitionistm you know" i teased he snorted "that'd be the voyeur's fault" George winked pointing back to Fred teasingly "thanks for saving him by the way. don't worry Madame Pomfrey stops by every two weeks and she trained both me and Mum to take care of your daily needs. You're in good hands Angel" He added “incision looks good, you can start using the wheel chair youre a little ways away from getting a prosthetic” he smiled “George dear its time to change her….” “Shes up mum” George smiled “I’ll come back in a few minutes with lunch and your potions. I’ll send a quick Owl to Percy as well” He stood up after wrapping her leg then leaving the room giving the women privacy

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“Afternoon love. You look stunning today” Fred smiled when Angelina gave him a lingering kiss "get a room Voyeur" i stuck my tongue out at Fred he let out a fake offended gasp at me "excuse me ma'am, YOU'RE the one watching ME doesn't that make you the voyeur" he protested "well look at the kettle calling the cauldron black" i retorted "ooh you're just as annoying as..." Molly quickly cut him off before he could mention Ginny pulling the divider so he couldn't see her disrobing “heavens Angelina you're fine shes awake” Molly smiled “Molly Weasley love, ive been taking care of your side. Angies been helping while you were under” she smiles at me "_____, but George has been calling me Love, Pretty girl, Beautiful, Sweetheart, Angel... basically any pet name he can think of. quite endearing" i said with a small smile taking off the hospital gown they put me in “im Angelina, I wanted to thank you for saving my Fiancé” she gently taking off the bandages on my chest “it wasnt an issue I think he returned the favor and then some seeing as how he got blown up just seconds after i saved his behind” i chuckled glaring through the divider "I HEARD THAT BRATT! its not my fault that Bellatrix was a crazy witch out for blood" Fred protested "i fell through three floors for you. i get to have this!" i protested back “he didnt have to do much convincing. George was going to ask you to Yule ball, and any one who keeps that dingleberry alive is a friend in my book” Angie smiled breaking up the sibling squabble we were having “lift your arms for us?” Molly asked when Angelina finally got the bandage off “he was going to ask me to the ball?” I asked wincing when my arms came up armpit height dropping them slightly “ive got you girl” Angelina caught my arms and lifted so Molly could repair the split skin “yeah, he was. George wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks then McClaggen beat him to it. Sulked for weeks on end” Angie shook her head in amusement "he wouldnt stop moaning about it either" Fred chimed in "he was worse than moaning Myrtle" you could hear the disgust and teasing in his voice “thats sweet. He probably would’ve been a better choice. McClaggen was an arse” i smiled “your cut seems to be healing well, looks like you still have that infection. I’ll add the antibiotics back into your medicine” Molly smiled as she wrapped the bandage back around my chest taking down the divider again Fred promptly flipped me off where i just stuck my tongue out at him again

“Alright George, Fred, we’ll be off” Molly smiled “see you later love, have a good day at work. mum” Fred kissed Angie “call if you need anything George” Angelina smiled he nodded “Take these” George handed her the potions he sat on his bed next to her as he held the empty ones and handed me the full potion phials “how you feeling Pretty girl?” “Like i fell three floors out of a castle” i gagged drinking the potions that tasted exactly like feet "ugh you think that theyd be kind to people who almost die" i choked out  he chuckled “i would’ve said yes by the way” he cocked an eyebrow a me “Ange told her that you were going to ask her to Yule ball” Fred filled in “i wouldve said yes, McClaggen was a dick” i handed him the empty phials as he handed me the full bottles “we can go dancing later if you wanted too, i enjoy dancing i usually go to the muggle clubs on 5th. They have salsa nights, or ball room dancing. You know. to make up for the ball” i smiled his blush grew “i might just take you up on that when youre ready and comfortable enough on your new leg” he fell into a playful flirtation “even with one leg sir, i can out dance you” gaining a laugh from Fred “if youre already joking about having only one leg what was all that crying about?” “FRED!” George tried to scold “Honestly?” i cut him off looking to Fred “i was just glad it was my right leg. I had a bad tattoo that i had to get removed. Someone shouldve told that eater he didnt need to go THAT extreme” i jested “tattoo?” George asked “it was a swallow. It used to match my mom. honestly it really was a bad tattoo” i smiled “you think the healers would let me get a peg leg? OOH! I could even get an eye patch!” They both erupted into laughter “nah im just pulling your right legs since you know i dont have one” “alright alright stop!! It hurts to laugh dick head!” “HEY! Its peg leg to you! I dont have a dick. Or a dick head for that matter. But i will have a fake leg.” i yelled at Fred playfully he just laughed harder at that “ARG MATEY!”  The three share a laugh George catches his breath “who wouldve known you were so funny” he gave her a toothy grin that turned into a closed mouth smile “i make light of bad situations. My brother, ____. He used to call me sunshine and sing this stupid muggle song ‘ive got sunshine… on a cloudy day… when its cold out side, ive got the month of May….’” i laughed “my girl. From the temptations. He used to call me sunshine” “who knew you could sing” Fred Jested “i cant. But he could” i smiled at Fred “you have a brother?” George asked “Had” i smiled “took a curse for me told me to go find mum and dad, Dad died outside the room of requirement, protecting firsties. And my mom… she was tortured near the beginning.” i smiled sadly “Ginny ended up passing too” he smiled sadly she gave him a sympathetic smile squeezing his hand “i was crying because it looked like it came this close to crushing me entirely and for some reason im still alive. Something from the grace of Merlin im alive, i was happy that im Alive” i looked at George who was looking at me with a guilty expression

“come on handsome… wheres that pretty smile you had on for me i worked hard for that you know. Im not a good flirt. I was hoping youd lead, and hopefully ask me to dinner or coffee if i played my cards right. Its not every day someone as pretty as you are is willing to take care of me to laugh with me or at me” i reached up to his face he leaned into my touch chuckling completely red in the face “im okay, we four knew what was going on and what was at risk im okay. Promise.” i smiled softly at him he smiled “Handsome huh?” “You called me beautiful when im obviously a mess.” i shrugged he started smiling again she noticed his dimples and the way his cheeks creased and my face heated up “theres my pretty smile… you have really really pretty eyes… and dimples…. Did i mention i have a thing for guys with dimples.” i smiled rubbing a thumb on his cheek he looked down and back up to my eyes trying to find the right words “youre pretty even if youre a mess” he smiled softly “yep thats it. Ive decided. Youre the handsome twin.” “HEY!” Fred protested “take that!” George smiled laughing at triumphantly like that was an argument theyve had multiple times Fred who was pouting crossing his arms over his chest “youre the nicest twin” She smiled at Fred “acceptable” he smiled at me “im going to get your lunches” he smiled to them “thank you. Can i use your owl again? I need to owl gringots. Get some money for rent and food and care” i muttered to myself “no need. All taken care of” Fred said “you saved me. You dont pay for shit when in our care” he shrugged ending the conversation “do you really want a peg leg?” Fred asked out of the blue “i’ll take what i get.” i shrugged. “At least let me help with groceries” i huffed annoyed “once a month” George bargains “Zero times and shes happy about it” Fred protests “Three times but i let you pay for my prosthetic” she countered “no times, we pay for the prosthetic and she gets what she wants at the shop” fred demanded “we pay for your prosthetic, twice a month, you transfigure your own room, personal care supplies fully yours” George offered “thats a deal i can live with… did you just ask me to move in with you without you asking me out on a date first? When can i expect a proposal? Or should i ask Percy to bring Kingsley and skip to ‘I do’” i smiled at George and he flushed 50 shades of red as Fred snickered “you say youre not good at flirting but this is the third time youve rendered Georgie here speechless” Fred laughed she looked at Fred as he looked back at her “i cant help it i almost died, and lifes too short for me to keep being shy. Theres a first for everything right? Who wouldve known the first man outside of Percy and you i try to actually talk too would flirt with me. He could be my first love, my first actual relationship maybe. He could be my husband one day. Quit butting in youre ruining my shot i dont know how many of these i have you know. Mangled face and peg leg. I wanna get it right the first time! Who knows. Maybe if i flirt enough i’ll get him to fall completely head over heels in love with half of a girl i used to be Perc always told me to put myself out there. What a better time then now?” i shrugged Fred laughed “im not butting out Maam we share a room! Theres no possible way for me to butt out your business IS my business! And with the way youre going Love" Fred called out the way George would say it "he’ll be in love with you by the end of the week” Fred snickered George just shrugged “i had a crush on you in 5th year.” He looked at me it was my turn to be rendered speechless “you wont have to work too hard to make me fall for you Pretty Girl we're already half way there” he shrugged leaving the room leaving me speechless

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A month had passed Fred was able to start his Physical therapy and Molly wasnt coming by daily anymore “FUCK!” Fred screamed “come on Freddie you can do it!” i cheered him on from my seated position on the bed  “it feels like my insides are going to spill out” He whimpered clinging to Georges shoulder “two more steps Freddie. Just have to make it to the chair” George encouraged “FUCK FUCK” he groaned “almost there Freddie youve got this!” He slowly took another step as i cheered him on "come on Freddie boy make that chair your bitch" i teased  he looked at her and smiled “thanks love.” He smiled taking another step reaching the chair “alright good good sit rest. We’ll go back to bed in 5” he smiles at his twin George looked at me with a smile “time to check my stump handsome?” i looked up to George “yes pretty girl. Time to check your leg, and your eye” he smiled i removed the blanket hissing as she moved further up the bed and turning to throw my leg off the side he sits in the stool next to the bed “any pain?” He asked as he looked at my eye with the flash light “just my side. I think your mom said it was an infection again. Apparently my core isnt strong enough to battle muggle infections.” i shrugged “follow my finger” i watched his finger as he moved it “sometimes it feels like my leg is still there and and its like a sharp pain. But its not there and its weird” i talk as he covers my right eye “i can see your face” i smile at him “she woke up screaming last night” Fred said to the air “she said she was fine her leg just hurt” “why didnt i hear the scream?” He asked as he unwrapped the leg “she casted a muffelito on the room before she fell asleep” Fred ratted her out “tattle tail” i stuck my tongue out at him “brat” he hissed back “Baby!” She teased “toddler!” He yelled back “you have crappy hair!” i crossed my arms over my chest “TAKE THAT BACK!” Fred yelled “MAKE ME YOU CRIPPLE!” George laughed at the banter "PEGLEG!" he stuck his tongue out at me "you two are toddlers" George rolled his eyes  “i… have nightmares. I didnt think it was an issue” i said as he looked at the leg “youre healing fast. Should be able to take the staples out soon, we’ll call madame Pomfrey to come fit you for a prosthetic. Tell me if this hurts” he said as he gently massaged my thigh above the stump i gasped as he gently squeezed “feels great” i said breathily “teach me” i whispered to him he smiled as i placed my hands over his he looked back down putting his hands over mine as he moved my fingers showing me how to ease the pain of the lost leg “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer i smiled at him “thank you George for doing this for me” i looked down “hey. Its handsome to you, Pretty girl, you saved Fred. Its the least I can do.” He kissed the top of my head “youre the kindest person I have ever met… and id get myself crushed over and over again if it meant I got to meet you all over again George. You’re making me fall for you. Is this one sided? Dont make me out to be a fool” i whispered in his ear gently kissing his cheek, his eyes widened in shock at the forwardness and tenderness this girl had for him they’ve only known each-other for about three months at this point he cleared his throat taking his hands off her leg “he's blushing like an idiot again! what did you say to him!” Fred who was watching intently with a bag of crisps “did you accio a bag of crisps?" i furrowed my eyebrows “its not every day i have a front row seat to my brothers love life. There i answered yours now answer mine” Fred rolled his eyes “I told him I thought he has pretty eyes” i fibbed they both know i did he raised an eye brow at me George still staring with red on his cheeks i shrugged

“i didnt lie. He’s…." i blushed looking down “nevermind” i turned over in bed facing the wall he leans over placing a hand on my hip gently and kisses my cheek “youd never be the fool when im with you. Its not one sided. Im the fool love made a whole career out of it. But im also a fool falling in love with the sweetest most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I’m the lucky one to get to take care of her” he whispered into my ear he pushes off the bed “WAIT WHAT DID HE SAY!!!” Fred groaned eating another crisp “thats for her to know. And you to find out NEVER” George said walking toward him “Come on Fred, lets get back to bed” George hoisted him up after putting the crips off to the side “i was eating those!” He pouted “sod the crisps you need to do this pt!” George yelled gaining a laugh from _____. A month had passed since then, “Afternoon Pretty girl, I need to check your stump” he smiled setting my plate of food on the dresser “we can get Pomfrey in here to measure you for your leg soon. And your physical therapy with Fred and I” i smiled back “can you massage my leg handsome? Its starting to hurt again….” i whispered “alright love, just for a little” he smiled she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror i frowned as Fred met my eyes mood immediately dropping “I gotta get down to the shop before Lee bites my head off.” He smiled at me and i returned it “have a good day at work Handsome” “thank you pretty girl” he smiled when the door closed my smile faded as i stared into the mirror tears formed in my eyes Fred looked at her concerned “you okay Love?" Fred whispered “I miss my brother” i sniffled “he always knew what to say” “well im not your brother but im in need for a sister… if youre in need of a brother… i think we both qualify to fill each others open positions yeah?” He asked i turned to him looking at him with tears in my eyes “teach me what to say, let me be your brother love" He looked at me with gentile eyes

“tell me im deserving pf love even if im broken and ugly” i mumbled he was taken aback he took in a breath and smiled “love, you’re gorgeous, George sees how pretty you are and youve got him whipped. You deserve him and the love he wants to give you trust me” hours passed when George walked in with our dinners light sniffles could be heard from the other side of the room my back was turned to him he looked to Fred who just gave him a tight lipped smile and walked to the other side of the room after handing him his plate he set mine down next to my un-touched lunch plate on the bed side table “hey pretty girl…. What’s wrong… you in pain?” i shook my head no “what’s wrong beautiful, tell me what’s the matter how can I make you smile again?” He cooed softly “Dont lie to me” my voice hoarse like i had been crying for hours he reached to wipe away a tear ”what do you mean I’ve never lied to you Beautiful” hurt hit me square in the chest “you just did. You always do.. mangled face, missing leg. I stare at the girl ive become all day that mirror haunts me my own reflection is a reminder that im alone. And im no longer beautiful and its sickening you dont have to keep flirting with me because you feel obligated to. No one wants someone like me. Not anymore im not pretty and im definitely not beautiful. I have no one. No ones here” i sobbed more closing my eyes sniffling “I miss my brother. He would be in this bed with me. Holding me. Telling me to cheer up sunshine the worlds cloudy and gray without you please sunshine smile for me? combing through my hair like he always did holding me together while I fall apart but hes gone. My mums gone. My dads gone. I havent slept in four months the nightmares keep coming back and I just want to cry I cant be the girl that flirts twenty four seven with a guy thats too polite to tell me that it makes him uncomfortable when this is all over im going to be alone again just let mw grieve the loss of my leg, my family, and my face. I have no where to go. All I have is an empty house my best friend died, my leg hurts twenty four seven and I just need to be sad for a few hours can you leave me alone for a few hours I’ll be normal again in the morning I dont need your pity” he continued to wipe the tears off my face as he processed what i said “im not going to stop calling you pretty, and beautiful because thats what I see when I look at you Angel, I mean look at you love…” he said softer “just look at you….. i cant take my eyes off of you… youre just too good to be true the sight of you leaves me weak there are no words left to describe how pretty you are sweetie”  lifting my face in his cupped hands “youre stunning you leave me breathless, all those things you just mentioned are fixable, love, half of what you said isnt true, you really think that Fred and Angelina is going to leave you alone after youre all healed up and better? Youve got another thing coming. Theyre never going to stop you have friends. Percy’s been here every day since we owled. Fred and Angie made it clear youre their person” he smiled softly “im not letting you go either im afraid youre stuck with me you still owe me a date, and a dance” he whispered standing up and draping a blanket over the mirror i cried more as she felt the bed dip behind me he pulled me into his side one arm under my head one on my torso pulling me on my back fingers immediately going to y hair “if you needed someone to hold you. You could’ve just said so I would’ve done this ages ago if you needed it” he brushed his fingers through my hair humming softly

“and you dont have to say anything to me at all. I flirt with you because I enjoy flirting with you. You make me happy and light, you render me speechless and no one. And I mean no one can do that. But you can, thats why I do what I do you dont make me uncomfortable love. I miss Ginny too. She was a spitfire and its hard not having her around anymore, and if its alright, I want to hold you while we cry about our siblings yeah?” He asked i turned on my side draping an arm over his torso “im sorry about Ginny… her and Luna were really nice to me” i sniffled “I need you to eat for me… I’ll eat with you.” He pulled the roll off of my plate, ripping it in half handing it to me “im sorry about your brother Pretty girl" he whispered as he ate making sure i ate some of the food as well

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A few hours later i let out a yawn d he started to get up out of bed my arm tightened around him feeling safe for the first time since ive woken up seven months ago “stay…” i said softly his shirt balling in my curled hand “please stay tonight” i whispered he let himself fall back into the bed “Darling wha… what do you mean?” He asked softly “Sleep here… in your bed…. I…. I need sleep…. And im scared to….. theyll come back and haunt me” i whispered “mate she hasnt slept in months i stay up with her as long as i can but i always pass put.” Fred piped up blush spread across my cheeks and i let him go flipping over to my other side embarrassed that i needed someone to make me feel safe enough to sleep “nevermind its stupid forget i said anything” i sniffled he simply reached over and turned out the light “i’ll stay for as long as you need me to stay Pretty girl" he kissed the top of my head again pulling me back into his chest his arm under my head curling back to put his hand in my hair other hand engulfing mine “i’ve got sunshine…. On a cloudy day….” He sung softly twirling my hair in his fingers “when its cold outside, ive got the month of may.. well i guess you say what can make me feel this way” she fell asleep holding onto his hand tightly

“George dear” Molly called out “SHHHH!” Fred said getting out of his bed hissing in pain “let them sleep for a little while longer this is the first shes sleeping since she woke up” he looked back to the girl who hid her face in his twins chest “lets go talk outside” Fred smiled one last time at them sleeping before throwing his arm over his mom and leaning on her for support as they walked out of the room shutting the door lightly

three hours later my eyes fluttered open looking at his sleeping face our lips were so close i bit my lip as his breath fanned over my face a surge of confidence emerged heart hammering against my chest i leaned up and gently pressed my lips to his, his brows furrowed as he stretched slightly pulling me impossibly close to him eyes fluttering open “i….. im sorry,. I didnt know what came over me i shouldve asked fir…” i was cut off by his lips on mine the kiss was soft and slow “goodmorning pretty girl, thank you for the amazing wake up” he murmured against my lips kissing her again “dont be sorry beautiful, ive been waiting for that” he cupped my face with his hand my face contorted in pain “thanks for staying” “i told you already baby… im here for as long as you need me to be” i let out a tear “whats the matter pretty girl? Nervous about your new leg?” He asked softly “im actually really excited for that really. Its just that my leg hurts… and its not even there anymore” i cried softly  “it wont hurt forever…” he said softer “i barely have pain in my ear anymore” he smiled showing me his missing ear she reached up and stroked the hair that fell onto the hole on the side of his head “i still think youre gorgeous Georgeous if you will.. ear, or no ear youre perfect to me… so perfect and kind and caring…” i whispered as i kissed the side of his head where his ear wouldve been his eyes widened in shock at the tenderness of this moment, just for him. He chuckles “only you would make that play on words huh? so cheesy Baby" he rubs my cheek with the pad of his thumb “baby youre so beautiful, and i want you..” he whispered moving his face closer to mine “leg or no leg i think youre amazing, smart, funny, and kind. Unbelievably beautiful and i dont think you should use the cream on your scars, it shows just how strong you are they dont define you or subtract from how i see you. And i would love it, if you’d accompany me to dinner when youre able to, i’ll ask again later when you get your leg and i help you learn how to walk again i want you” he whispered softly massaging my stump as he talked my eyes widened “i guess what im saying is i need you here with me… in the flat.. with me.. everyday youre the first thing i ever want to see and talk too when i get home from the shop youre the first thing i cant wait to see when i wake up… and i need you to stay here with me? Please? I promise you i wont hurt you.. just stay with me and i’ll take care of you.. whatever you need. Angel, please  ive never felt this way about anyone im in love with you Angel please... stay" he breathed out looking at me his arm snaking back up and around my waist tightening around me “im in love with you too George, and... and i want to stay with you.. you and Freddie...” i whispered he kissed me deeply it was a hungry and needy heated kiss the hand around the stump tightened as he pulled me even cliser to him putting the stump over his hip “baby i love you” looking into my eyes kissing me again

@george-weasleys-girl

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Even if we never met...

Prompt: “I think I’d miss you even if we never met...” + Kiss to the centre of the palm, wrist cupped,

Character: Charlie Weasley

Notes: This prompt has been sat in my drafts for years but what perfect time to write some Charlie fluff, with a little bit of angst for good measure. Just two idiots in love. Reader is a Hufflepuff because I really can’t help myself, this takes place after the war at Harry and Ginny’s wedding. 

There’s a warmth to Charlie’s arms that never fails to surprise you, like being wrapped in a heated blanket in the middle of winter or the hot press of a hot water bottle against your skin. It’s a comforting warmth that causes you to curl towards his body on the dance floor laid out for Harry and Ginny’s wedding. 

In true fashion Mrs Weasley had truly managed to make the marquis for Harry and Ginny’s wedding feel magical, perhaps that was simply the benefits of being a magical family or maybe it was that Mrs Weasley touch. There was a dimness to the light that felt warm and cozy, the floating warm yellow lights providing enough light but still giving a sense of intimacy and closeness, it reminded you of the Hufflepuff common room, one of your favourite places in the world, a place you missed every day since graduation. The banners of soft chiffon that hung from the ceilings and the enchanted butterflies that drifted through the air created a self-contained environment that felt nothing short of wonderous. 

Charlie had asked for a dance, and it felt like you were dancing two at once. There was the physical dance, the weight of his arm around your waist, the rise and fall of his chest beneath the suit he wore, the tie long forgotten, buttons now undone, and there was the emotional dance. Charlie and you had been toeing the line between friends and lovers ever since his transfer from the reserve in Romania to the newly formed Welsh dragon reserve. His presence had suddenly been so very active in your life again, like it had been when you went to school together, but now you were both adults and things were different. Charlie was beautiful and kind...and he treated you so very tenderly that it was hard to forget that you were just best friends. It felt like you might toe too far over the line, stumble off of a cliff into unknown territory. 

You found yourself torn between actions as he spun you around the dance floor. Did you rest your head on his shoulder? Was it allowed to step closer, to intertwine the fingers of your hand held firmly in his own? Could you look in his eyes or was that too much?

“I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here, trouble.” There’s a faint chuckle riding his voice, a shake of his head at your overthinking. It was so like you to be in your head, rather than just enjoying the moment. 

“I...it’s nothing.” You fix your eyes on a point past his shoulder, eyes focused on where Arthur Weasley had a young Teddy Lupin in his arms, spinning him around for a dance, even though the tot could most definitely not dance the waltz yet. 

Charlie dragged your eyes back to his by the twisting of your joined hands until he had your palm close to his face, you watched on, confusion turning to bashfulness as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, once, then twice. His eyes never left yours. “You know, you can tell me anything right, sweetheart?”

“I...what if...what if I tell you something and it...it ruins our friendship?” You’d been friends since you were 11. You were now 29 years old. 18 years of friendship and the possibility, the fear of ruining it by seeking something he wasn’t prepared to give was so very, very real. 

You’d lost a great deal during the war. Friends, some so very close to you like Nymphadora. Your family, muggles who were hunted down and murdered. To lose what you had left...you weren’t sure you’d survive it. 

“What if I want to ruin our friendship?” another kiss is pressed to the palm of your hand before he twines your fingers tightly together and begins to pull.

“..Charlie?” You’re confusion mounts, you smother a small ember of hope in your chest, even as he pulls you from the dance floor and out into the dark grounds of the Weasley property. Tugging you so fast that at times you find yourself stumbling after him in the dark. 

You follow ever attentive as he drags you towards the pond you’d spent so many summers jumping into and cooling off in. That you’d spent winters skating over, trying to keep your balance. 

You’re pulled to a stop at the edge, Charlie’s hands reaching up to cup your face. You can’t pull your eyes from his deep brown, can’t help but stare at the freckles that cover his skin, the shades and shadows that dance across the facets of his features in the moonlight. You shudder as his thumbs rub softly across your cheeks and you’re hands grasp his wrists, try to ground yourself, try not to hope too much, try to avoid getting your hopes up, only to have them dashed. 

“Charlie..?”

“I think I’d miss you even if we never met...I think i’d wonder what was missing from my life even if I had no memory of you, even if we’d never met...I’d wonder why things don’t feel quite right, why it felt like someone was supposed to be right” the words are punctuated by him pulling you firmly into his arms, tightly wrapping you up, not unkindly but firmly “here. There’s been an empty space, shaped just for you.”

“But...but you’ve never...” You’re mind is whirling, eyes scanning his features, only to find sincerity, and fear, plain and open and terrified that you are going to take his offered heart and crush it firmly in your hands, stamp on it for good measure. 

“I’m not much of a Gryffindor, huh? I’ve been scared to tell you since sixth year, I thought maybe if I didn’t say anything, the feelings would go away, we could just be friends, but I don’t think I can just be friends...I think I was made for you, love. I was made to adore you until the day I die.” Even when he was i Romania, even without your constant presence, you were always on his mind.

There is a long, pregnant pause, a silence that feels so overwhelmingly loud to Charlie as he waits. The longer it goes on the more certain he is that he’s misjudged, that you are going to break him in two, that he is going to be so thoroughly broken by a few words soon to pass from your lips. That your friendship, cultivated over nearly 2 decades is about to come crashing down, smoldering to ash.

“It took you long enough.” You can’t help it, you laugh, baffled and happy and so very pleased as you take a step closer and rest your chin on his chest. Your eyes glisten and it takes him so thoroughly off guard that he’s not sure his brain is even working anymore. 

“Wait...what?”

“I love you too, you absolute idiot! I’ve been waiting for 15 years to hear you say something like that!” All the heartbreak, all the fear, all those years of longing and in the end he had always liked you back...it feels like wasted time, but there’s a relief in knowing you weren’t both so daft as to waste your entire lives. 

There’s a moment, where he buffers like an old computer, brain trying to catch up with the revelation that he is in fact not going to walk away heartbroken. His eyes fliting between yours, mouth agape, his bafflement and sheer bamboozlment made no better by the press of your lips against his own. If anything it completely shuts his brain down for a solid ten seconds, where you worry if you’d crossed some sort of line. 

Until his eyes close as he leans into the kiss, rough, work worn hands curling into your hair and trying to tug you ever closer as your noses bump and lips press. Kissing Charlie feels like home and it is not until Charlie pulls away just a breath and brushes tears from your cheeks that you realise you’d started crying, happy tears, but tears nonetheless. 

“Promise you’re always going to fill that space?”

“Promise, it was made for me afterall.” 

[haystarlight]

Fred WeasleyXReader Different Chapter 5

Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 772

‘OK,’ He said, calling them all to order. ‘I thought this evening we should just go over the things we’ve done so far, because it’s the last meeting before the holidays and there’s no point starting anything new right before a three-week break-’

‘We’re not doing anything new?’ said Zacharias Smith, in a disgruntled whisper loud enough to carry through the room. ‘If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have come.’

‘We’re all really sorry Harry didn’t tell you, then,’ said Fred loudly.

‘You know, the door is always that way if you wanna spare us from your attitude,’ Y/F/N chuckled.

Fred looked at her direction and beamed.

‘- we can practise in pairs,’ said Harry. ‘We’ll start with the Impediment Jinx, for ten minutes, then we can get out the cushions and try Stunning again.’

As the whole group started dividing into pairs, Fred asked his brother:

‘Hey, you mind if I work with someone else this time, bro?’

‘Eeh, okay? I guess I can pair with Angelina.’

‘Thank you,’ then he ran to Y/F/N, who was just about to approach Neville when he asked. ‘Hey, Y/F/N, wanna pair up?’

She smirked. ‘Aren’t you afraid of what I could do to you?’

‘Not a chance, Y/L/N/M,’ He mocked her as he said this.

‘Ooh Ooh, you wanna go? Let’s go.’

_____________________________________________

There was a murmur of excitement. The room began to clear in the usual twos and threes, most people wished Harry a ‘Happy Christmas’ as they went.

‘That was a fun session, wasn’t it?’ Y/F/N asked, looking dreamingly in Fred’s direction.

‘Looking forward to the next class.’

‘Totally! Can’t wait to beat you at duelling.’

‘Are you now?’ He laughed, ‘Sorry to disappoint you, dearest, I think you’ll find my skills are unmatchable.’

‘We’ll see,’ They stepped closer to each other as they bantered, eyes locked in the other’s, Y/E/C and brown once again. For a second, lightning struck and Fred lost his courage. He wanted to make a move but he wouldn’t dare, not in front of his two brothers.

‘Um, hope you have a merry Christmas,’ He said, blushing.

‘Thank you,’ She nodded, ‘and you as well. Have fun at the Burrow.’

‘Yeah,’ And he left.

Upon approaching George, the younger twin hit him with a look of disappointment.

‘What?’

‘Are you really gonna leave like that? Don’t be pathetic, kiss her!’

‘W-w-what?! I don’t- no!’ He blushed even harder this time, ‘Why would I want to kiss her? I don’t- no! Are you kidding?’

George raised an eyebrow. ‘How stupid do you think I am? We’re twins. I can tell by the look on your dumb face.’

Fred stopped being embarrassed for a second to look at him confused. ‘Mate, we have the same face.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve never worn an expression like that,’ He laughed, ‘ You fancy her badly, don’t you?’

Fred bit his lip. ‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right,’ He bragged. Fred was still slightly confused, though.

‘You’re okay with this? A Weasley and a Slytherin?’

George rolled his eyes. ‘We’re just a few months away from graduation. Houses shouldn’t matter anymore. Now go there; I don’t want to see you back at the Common Room without having kissed her first.’

Fred nodded and headed for the dungeons.

Y/F/N was walking the dungeons alone as she always did, a big smile on her face originating from the great night she’d just had. When she was suddenly approached by him.

‘Y/F/N!!’ He called, loudly.

‘AAAH!’ She jumped, scared, ‘Fred! You scared me, don’t do that. I thought you were Filch.’

‘Sorry.’

There was a small, awkward silence between them as they just stared at each other.

‘Any reason you decided to almost give me a heart attack?’

‘Y-yes, sorry. I just- I needed to- I need-’

‘Spit it out, Weasley,’ She crossed her arms, annoyed.

‘Mistletoe!’ He spat out, frustrated.

‘What?’ Y/F/N was confused AND annoyed now. She looked around, trying to find the infamous plant. ‘I don’t see any mistle-’

She suddenly got interrupted by the most wonderful kiss in the world. It was stupid and random and awkward but… It was Fred. It was perfect. It was worth the wait.

As they pulled away, Fred felt he’d been hit by a Stinging Charm. Y/F/N laughed and he shivered.

‘There’s no one like you, Fred.’

He laughed as though she’d said something stupid and ridiculous. ‘I’m a twin.’

She laughed again and shook her head furiously. ‘No, really.There’s no one like you.’

They kissed again.

[thoseofgreatambition]

happy birthday

Hi ! Right I have no idea if this is found to work or not , because I am fairly new to tumblr and have no idea how to send requests- so hopefully I am doing this right 😂 so it’s my birthday on the 22nd of Jan and I was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader thing birthday themed maybe a bit of fluff ? It would be an amazing birthday gift to me and would love if you could do it. - Maisie x Btw I think you are AMAZING at writing ♥️ -- @accioharrypotter394​

Warnings:none

Wordcount: 612

Description: this is Fred and y/n’s first time celebrating her birthday since they left Hogwarts. It’s also the first time that Fred’s able to afford to do the things he’s always wanted to do for his girlfriend for her birthday. He takes full advantage of that fact.

a/n: howdy! Thank you for sending this in! Happy early birthday. I hope you like it <3

Fred was probably more excited about your birthday than you were, honestly.

Something that was a tad surprising.

Then again, he’d been a little like this for Christmas—he’d bought you a necklace that was so nice you felt a bit bad accepting it at first. You’d worn it every day since though—a beautiful garnet pendant with diamonds surrounding it. You’d asked him what this was about and if he was sure that was okay, but he’d just grinned at you and said he was just happy to be able to finally be able to spoil you.

So today you weren’t quite sure what you’d be in for.

It’d been wonderful so far—Molly had invited you all over for breakfast to make something special, sweet rolls, bacon, it was an amazing thing to wake up to.

Now though—you were staring at your bed in your flat, surprised by what you were seeing. The red dress you’d been saving up for. “Freddie? What’s this?”

“I saw you looking at it when we went to Madam Malkins, and Ginny told me you were saving up for it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, you’d been working quite happily at St. Mungo’s, though as a Healer in training it meant that you were more of an intern than anything else. Which also meant your pay was not very good aside from paying for the basics. “Freddie you really don’t have to—“

You were interrupted by a kiss on your cheek and his arms wrapping around you. “I want to do nice things for you, for once.”

At that your brow furrowed, “You’ve always done nice things.”

“No I just mean that I’ve always seen this sort of thing, and I was never able to do it. I want to do it for once. I’m finally able to be that cheesy boyfriend.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to be a cheesy boyfriend.” You giggled just a bit as you spoke, his nose tickling your neck as he nuzzled into you. “That doesn’t seem all that like you, you know.”

Fred let out a hum as he squeezed you tight. “I’m full of surprises.”

You smiled up at him, and tilted his head so you could press a kiss to his lips, I just want you to know you don’t have to do this stuff—there’s no pressure about it, you know? I’ve always been happy with you.”

“Now who’s cheesy?”

“Hush.” You nudged him with your elbow, “Now you’ll have to get out so I can change.”

“Love, you know I’ve seen you naked before, right?” 

You laughed again and flushed red, “Out Fred Weasley!”

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[amortentiainmyfirewhiskey]

|in the name of fancy | (fred w. x fem reader)

requested: Can you do a Fred WeasleyxReader where they both like each other a lot but neither knows the other likes them but it super obvious to everyone. So George decides to pull some elaborate prank to get them together?

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.4k+

for: @highlyselectiveextrovert​

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 He was living in actual hell. There wasn’t any doubt about it, this was actually hell. George watched as his brother and (y/n) picked at their food, talking about the weather in the least casual voices ever.

 George hadn’t minded at first, he actually had thought it was hilarious in the beginning when his brother would blush by (y/n) just being near. Now it just pissed him off when Fred stuttered or did something stupid, hell it was actually embarrassing.

  (y/n) wasn’t much better but when she did it at least it was some what cute, Fred just looked like a twat. He would laugh a little to hard at something small or she’d catch him off guard and his voice would crack like he was 13. It was sad.

  George shared an annoyed look with Lee and there was a silent agreement that passed between them, they needed to get the two together before they jumped off the Astronomy Tower.

---

 George and Lee flopped down on one of the Gryffindor common room’s overstuffed couches and watched the flames dance around in the fireplace.

  “ What could we even do?” asked Lee with a huff. He stared cross-eyed up at his bangs where his fingers with playing with the coils, watching with bored fascination as the curl would spring back.

  George didn’t respond right away, the cogs in his head were slowly turning as an idea blossomed in his mind, “ Bloody hell, I’m a genius!” he said jumping up.

  Lee sent him an incredulous look, “ What is it?”

  “ I’m a simple man, Lee-”

  “ Bullshit,”

  “ - and so is my plan!”

---

  (y/n) held her books closely to her chest as she made her way to the library, she was supposed to be meeting her friends so they could begin studying for their potions exam Friday. She rounded the corner but immediately halted to a stop as to not run into someone.

  She looked up and felt her stomach do a flip of excitement to see Fred, she needed to get a fucking grip for God’s sake. He was her friend first and foremost. She hadn’t been able to have a simple conversation with him in two months. Every time they ran into each other it was like she wanted to run away, crawl under a rug, and scream.

 Fred’s warm brown eyes widened the smallest bit but he seemed to gather his composure somewhat, “ Oh, hey,” he said shortly, “ Heading to the library?”

 The slight lilt in his voice went unnoticed by (y/n). She nodded her head and let out a somewhat shrill laugh by accident. She bit her tongue and fought the urge to hurl herself out the nearby window, “ Er, um, yeah,” she chuckled.

  “ Potions?”

 “ Yeah,”

 They sat in awkward silence before (y/n) spotted her friends down the hall. They stared at her with pained expressions on their faces, obviously having bared witness to her and Fred’s interaction.

 “ Oh my friends are here, I’ll see you at dinner?” she said quickly with a smile she hoped wasn’t deranged looking but cute.

 He nodded his head fervently. “ Definitely!” he said a little louder than intended.

 She sent him one more smile before meeting her friends halfway down the hall. Fred walked off in a hurry and the farther away he got from her the easier it was for him to breathe, ‘ That was fucking horrid,’ he thought to himself as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

 The redhead flopped down in one of the crimson chairs and dozed off, he didn’t know how long he’d been out but he was awoken by Lee bursting into the common room.

 Lee looked around frantically before his eyes landed on Fred. He charged toward him and Fred held up his hands, “ What the hell are you on, Lee?!” he shouted.

 Lee stopped right in front of him, his chest was heaving and little beads of sweat ran down his forehead, “ I-It’s (y/n),” he wheezed.

 Fred jumped out of his chair and pulled Lee upright, “ What is it, what happened, is she okay?!” he asked frantically.

 Lee coughed and nodded before clearing his throat, “ Peeves locked her in a broom closet and I couldn’t get it open,”

 Fred sprinted into action with Lee hot on his heels, “ Why didn’t you get a teacher?!” he barked behind him.

 Lee scoffed, “Oi! Where the hell is any adult when you actually need them?!”

 Fred ignored his friend who caught up to him and led the way.

---

 George lingered behind a large stone pillar, watching as (y/n) and her friends left the library. After exchanging goodbyes (y/n) turned the opposite toward George.

  George to a few steps back, held his breath and spritzed water on his face. He then began running, almost plowing over an unsuspecting (y/n).

 “ (y/n)!” he gasped, “ I need your help, It’s Fr-Fred!”

 The (y/h/c)’s eyes widened before throwing her stuff down, “ Well c’mon, show me where!” she yelled shoving the redhead in his chest, telling him to get a move on.

 George turned around and explained to her how Peeve’s had shoved Fred in a closet and no matter what spell he used he couldn’t get him out. (y/n)’s face was panic stricken and George had to refrain from letting out an evil laugh.

 He was sure he was the smartest person alive.

 When they got to the broom closet (y/n) immediately took out her wand but was thrown off guard when George snatched it from and her and shoved her in the closet, “ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-,” She didn’t get to finish before he slammed the door shut.

 George’s smile could have put the Grinch to shame and from behind a wall he heard Lee snicker. Lee stepped out from his hiding place, made eye contact with George and that was all it took for the two to let out the most diabolical laughs.

 ---

“ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-!”

 He slammed the door in her face and it was suddenly pitch black, “ (y/n)?” asked a familiar voice. The person casted Lumos and she was met with the face of one Fred Weasley.

 “ Oh my God, Fred,” she sighed in relief, “ You’re alright then?”

 Fred sent her a questioning look, “ Why wouldn’t I be?”

 (y/n) opened her mouth to speak but then their predicament made her throat tighten, “ Uhmm,”

 She basically ignored him and turned back to the door and struggled with the nob, “ George you bastard!” she screamed at the door.

 Fred chuckled, “ Can you blame them?” he asked before sitting down on a box, “ We have been pretty repulsive,”

 (y/n) spun around looking affronted, “ How?!”

 Fred sent her a knowing look, “ I fancy you, (y/n),” he said quietly.

 The girl in question heart dropped to her ass and her face felt like it was going to melt off, “ Oh!” she said dumbly,

 Fred tilted his head slightly and rested his face on fist, “ Would I be crazy to assume you feel the same?”

 Oh God she was going to explode. This was the day she was going to die. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her stomach churned with anticipation and fear, “ I. . . I do,”

 There she said it, she admitted it, now what?”

 The two teenagers stared at one another for a moment before Fred stood looking down at her, “ Can. . . Can I kiss you?” he all but whispered.

 Of all the times she thought about kissing Fred it hadn’t been in a moldy broom closet, but hell who cares?

 She fought back a smile before nodding. (y/n) allowed him to put a hand at the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back. He swooped down and caught her lips in a desperate kiss that took her breath away.

 Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she pushed herself into him more. The kiss wasn’t intense, if anything it was what a first kiss should be.

Sweet, hesitant, and curious.

After a moment they pulled apart. Both were a little out of breath but stupid smiles rested on their faces.

“ So. . . what should we do to Lee and George?” she asked, placing a hand on his forearm.

 There was a devious glint in Fred’s eyes, “ Not sure, “ he began, “ After all, it was in the name of fancy,”

--

 a/n: new account, old one is @themissinghippogriff​

also sorry this took so long, i was depressed real hard

[randomlonelytorment]

Fred Weasley and Nickelback??? What's not to love 😍

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Umbridge Detention, Swearing, Implied Pot Smoking, Heavy Duty Make-Out Sesh.

Note: This is my first ever fanfic. I'm aware I'm pretty rubbish and OMG! WHY IS IT SO LONG??? But I'm sure I'll get better in time. I appreciate constructive criticism - Messages are open. Inspired by Nickelbacks "Gotta Get Me Some" which is linked to the title.

Gotta Get Me Some

The arrival of Winter, typically, meant the castle of Hogwarts were filled with the shivering and cheerful voices of students and staff anxiously awaiting the beginning of the Holiday festivities. However, with Delores Jane Umbridge set rampant upon the school there was little room for joy in the lives of any of the Hogwarts occupants.

"The bloody bitch is a menace!" Came the familiar drawling voice of Ronald Weasley.

It was breakfast and the Great Hall was filled to the brim with complaints following the latest set of 'Educational Decrees' which saw the students, already slim, range of freedom lessened still.

"No loud music. No groups larger than 3. Gryffindor as good as dead in the Quidditch finals-"

"HEY!" Ginny had taken Ron's remark against her teams performance rather personally, still he carried on as if uninterrupted.

"What's there left for that pink, old, Toad to take away?" He questioned to the equally disgruntled group of teens hundled around their morning pumpkin juice.

"I know, it's just dreadful isn't it?" Answered Lee Jordan. "I can't wait to be shot of this place for the holidays! I mean..." he glanced sorrowfully over his shoulder toward the Ravenclaw table, a look which did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group, "there's just nothing left to be cheerful for" he stared glumly back to his breakfast where he poked and prodded a cold piece of sausage across his plate.

"Oh give it a rest, Lee." Snapped the impatient voice of Fred Weasley.

"Just because you've no longer got someone to snog under the mistletoe." Continued George.

Their attitude caused Lee to slouch somewhat ashamedly in his seat.

"Don't be so insensitive!" Defended Hermiome, noting the further drop in his mood. "What is the matter with you two!? Your best friend is upset, the least you could do is be supportive!

"You're right, Hermione. I'm sorry Lee." Said George.

"Yeah, our bad mate. Just a bit out of it this morning...had detention with Umbridge late last night." Fred straightened himself from leaning on his elbows as he cletched his left hand, lowering it below the table.

"What'd she have you carve this time?" Lee asked concernedly.

"The same," responded George, showing the fresh scar upon his hand which read 'I must obey the rules', "she's got it out for us honestly."

The group grimaced at the sight.

"Has she said anything to you, since it happened, Lee?" Spoke Ginny, eager for a change of topic.

"Nothing new. Just the same everytime I try to talk to her; 'I don't see this going anywhere. I need someone more serious. I have my future to think about.' As if I'm the reason she's flunking potions." He rolled his eyes.

The group couldn't stand to see their friend so upset. He'd been, understandably, moping for days since the sudden termination of his eighth month long relationship with a fellow Seventh Year, Ravenclaw.

"Forget about her, mate." Fred stated abruptly, "you'll find someone better in no time."

"Someone who doesn't try to change everything about you." Chimed George.

Fred had never much cared for Lee's partner of choice. Her feelings were mutual, toward not only the devil-may-care redhead, but also his equally chaotic twin. Following the boys words of encouragement a wave of compliments and support erupted from the mouths of everyone else currently involved in the conversation, which crashed upon Lee. Seemingly having the desired effect as his mood greatly improved over the remainder of their meal, until came time for everyone to depart for their various classes.

---

Several tiresome hours later found most of the group, minus the Twins and Lee, lounging comfortably about the Gryffindor common room. Everyone was quietly enjoying the time to themselves. Everyone that is except for Ron who, per usual, had countless complaints to share on the topic of the 'Hogwarts High Enquizitor'.

"Did you hear her today before Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"What happened?" Ginny asked, only partially interested in the conversation.

"She gave him a serve for standing too close to Hermione." Sniggered Harry who, quite frankly, found the whole situation rather amusing.

"Boys and Girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other!" Ron mocked in his best impression of Umbridge.

"What's she expect to walk around a corner and catch me snogging?"

"Well, not you snogging anyone" George had just entered through the portrait hole, followed closely by Fred and Lee.

"You've got about as much chance being caught with a girl as George and I do being caught doing homework" Fred teased as the room broke into laughter.

A scowl plastered itself across Rons face. Insulted, he tightly folded his arms across his chest and slumped back between the cushions of the armchair he'd perched himself on.

"Awe, come on now Ronniekins. Mind the attitude", Fred goaded while roughing Rons hair. This earned him a rather hard slap across the arm, as he attempted to bat away the unwanted contact.

"Yeah," George began resting on the arm of Rons seat, "it's not all that bad."

"What's got you three in such a good mood?" Hermione questioned noting the new found spring held in the boys step as they strutted about the room disturbing the previously content group of teens.

"Just had a good day is all" Lee smirked, eyes flicking toward the Twins.

"You've planned some ridiculous prank on Lee's ex haven't you?" Ginny groaned with a look of you'd-better-fucking-not etched across her freckled features.

"No, nothing like that." Lee assured her, clearing the resounding tension from the air with a wave of his hand.

"Well, what then? You all looked ropeable at breakfast this morning. Now it's like you've won 100 galleons." Piped Harry, intrigued by the boys sudden optimism.

"We just got some good news, that's all." commented George vaguely, as Fred and Lee chuckled.

"What good news?" asked Ron.

"None ya business." Chorused the Twins.

"Oh come on you three! Just tell us!" Ginny and Harry were on the edge of their seats while Ron continued to scowl and Hermione remained utterly indifferent, immersed in yet another book. Good news was scarce these days and if it was enough to get the Twins excited this news was obviously well worth their time and pestering.

"Alright, fine then." Lee propped himself up straightly in his chair, ignoring the sounds of protest from the Twins as he leant forward to whisper to the eager group of ears. "What's it matter, really?" He shrugged.

The group was now huddled closely together around a small coffee by the fire on their knees. Everyone's attention fixed directly on Lee as he spoke.

"There's a scheme in action throughout Hogwarts. Someone is planning an end of year party right under the nose of that great, Toad."

Hermiones face showed no interest. "Really. That's all, a party?" Everyone promptly began shushing her.

"When is it!?" Asked Ginny, excitedly.

"No idea" replied the three seventh years at once.

"Well then, where is it?" Harry attempted to carry on the conversation.

"No idea." Came the chorus again.

Harry, Ron and Ginny eyed each other confusedly. Unable to see how a party with no location or time could have got the boys so happy.

"Who's planning it?" Hermione broke the silence.

"No idea."

"I'm missing dinner for this?" Ginny huffed as she slouched back against the bottom of the couch.

Harry could not have been anymore confused at this point. "So tell me, how exactly has this lifted your spirits?"

"Because it's going to be the party!" Lee answered.

"There's this tradition you see..." said George.

"Every year the graduating class holds a secret party under the noses of the staff. Obviously this year will be the best because no prior year had Satan at the helm." Fred explained. "But it's more than that. This year has already gone further than any before."

"How so?" Sighed Ron.

"It's a complete secret to everyone." Said Lee.

"No one's going to know when" smiled George.

"And no ones going to know where, until the day of." Fred smirked reclining with his feet up on the couch, hands nestled comfortably at the back of his neck.

"But then how do you know about it?" Piped Hermione.

"The group involved in it's planning has begun spreading rumours to get the word out. Only those invited are being told." Nodded Lee.

Ron was smiling now "I'm so going - OW!" Fred had reached and slapped the back of Ron's head again.

"No can do Ronniekins." He stood.

"Strictly seventh years only." George and Lee followed suit as the boys headed toward the portrait hole.

"Why tell us then??" Complained Ginny.

"Because you asked!" Lee laughed.

"What a bloody waste of time." She shook her head heading for dinner.

"What do you reckon, Harry?" Nudged Ron. But Harry didn't get the chance to answer as Hermione sprang into a lecture.

"Does it matter? One, you can't go - it's seventh years only. Two, this whole thing is terribly thought out! You can't hold a party that no one knows any details for. Not to mention the fact there is no where in the castle that a party could take place without detection. Not enough people know of the Room Of Requirement for it to be used. Lastly, even if by some miracle this plan does go ahead can you just imagine the punishment those who attended will receive when Umbridge finds out? And she will find out! Besides, Ronald. As school prefects we could not allow for such an event to take place. It goes against at least 30 school rules. Ones not set by Delores mind you. It won't go ahead so there's no point discussing it any further." Hermione was short of breath when she finally finished.

Given her friends deadpan expressions her lecture, per usual, had little effect. Frustrated she collected her belongings and left for dinner also.

"Sucks the fun out of everything, doesn't she?" Whispered Ron, as they followed. Neither game to admit just how much they wanted an invite to the mystery party. Not around Hermione at least.

---

Two weeks had passed since news broke of the Party and school spirits had lifted substantially as a result. Amongst the seniors at least. Although, it may also have had something to do with the approaching Quidditch match, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, set to take place shortly after classes concluded in the afternoon. Students hastened themselves in storing their possessions before hurrying off to the stadium.

Halfway toward the pitch the Twins were deep in conversation over new product ideas when the sudden call of their names caused them to turn. Lee had been attempting to gain their attention from some distance behind. He looked far too excited for someone so out of breath as he ran up to his awaiting friends.

"Nice of you to finally join us." George laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so funny, whatever. Listen!" He pulled the boys aside of the walking track to avoid being over heard. "The party's happening tonight! That's why I was late, a Ravenclaw was talking to me and -"

"Which Ravenclaw?" Asked the Twins, excited about the news.

"Doesn't matter."

"Given that tone, I'd say it does." Fred raised his brow. But Lee remained quiet.

"Which Ravenclaw?" They demanded.

"Oh fine! Alright, my ex. We were snogging in Moanies bathroom when the bell rang and she told me. Are you happy?" Groans and eye rolls came from the redheads as they processed the information.

"You'd just gotten over her mate" said George as they began walking, now running late for the game.

"Hadn't spoken to, or about her in weeks!" Fred spoke.

"Yes. And snogging was my reward! Now, you're sort of missing the important information here!! The party is on for tonight! Word has it, there's a deal between the teams seekers to push today's match back as late as possible. So Umbitch has to extend tonights curfew. That will draw some of the suspicion away from students wandering the halls late. Since they begin play at five, and curfews at nine, we're hoping for a three and a half hour match at least."

"Where's it happening?" Asked George.

"Some room in the Dungeons. There's going to be a marker set up to let us know where to go."

"What's the marker?"

"Haven't the foggiest."

"Well that's handy" Fred sighed. "Still no idea who's planning this?"

"Nah, but when she told me, she did happen to mention it's a friend of hers."

"What about the time?"

"Now that, I do know something about. Everyone's been given an individual time to arrive. To avoid a build up of students roaming toward the Dungeons past curfew. Our time is 10:45."

As they reached the stadium entrance the boys opted for a change of subject, as they took their place within the commentary box.

A total of 3 hours and 52 minutes later saw Hufflepuff victorious.

---

Time seemed to move agonisingly slow from that point as the boys waited in their near empty common room, keen for the night ahead.

"It's happening tonight isn't it? That's why you're all down here dressed up!" Ron had been pestering the boys for the past 40 minutes at least having noticed them wearing what you'd consider their best jeans and shirts.

"Give it a rest Ron!" Ginny snapped. Evidently even those uninvited few who knew of the party had grown tired of Rons relentless begging. She huffed as she changed position on the common room sofa.

"Like you aren't itching for an invite." He hissed back.

"We aren't going to tell you so just stop being such a nagging little prat, and leave us alone!" Fred growled.

"You weren't invited and we're not taking you!" George glared at his younger brother, and spoke with such a tone of finality that Ron reluctantly admitted defeat. Sulking in a neighbouring armchair.

"It's time" interrupted Lee, standing from his seat. "If we leave now that should give us plenty of time should we run into any obstacles along the way."

Indeed, the thought of stumbling upon Filch, or his cat, a rogue professor or prefect patrolling the halls, perhaps even the big bitch herself put a certain extra degree of temptation over the excitement for the night. At least it did for the Twins. Lee was slightly more apprehensive as he was not quite as adept in late night adventures compared to his prankster best friends. Fred and George could sense Lee's nerves in his voice and assured him that it would be "no more than a walk in the park".

Making use of their extensive knowledge of hidden passages and corridors the Twins had memorised, the boys met few speed bumps along their way. Aside from one encounter with Peeves the Poltergeist, whom they convinced to keep their whereabouts a secret on the word they were off to Prank Umbridge. Peeves gave them no such grief as a result.

"Right." Whispered Fred as they entered the Dungeons. "What's this signal we're meant to wait for?"

"If I were to hazzard a guess Freddie, I'd have to say...that." George pointed.

As if summoned by their presence a neon green ball of light appeared before them, glowing brightly against the pitch black corridor.

"Shall we gents?" Lee gestured for the Weasleys to move forward.

As they approached the ball began to move slowly throughout the space. Gliding ominously down the long empty hall and turned right down a passage which they knew led to the potions classroom.

"I swear, if this is a joke and we're about to be dumped on Snapes doorstep I'm pushing you both over to make my escape." Fred joked.

After a few more minutes walking the Gryffindors had passed their potions class and, while holding their breaths, the office of one Severus Snape. The orb led them directly to an unused classroom at the very end of the hall.

"Here?" Asked George. "Last I saw of this room, it were no bigger than Hagrids hut and stacked high with crap!"

The green orb flowed seamlessly through the old wooden door, coaxing them to continue onward.

"Here goes nothing, I guess." Lee shrugged as he placed a tentative grip on the doors handle and swung it open.

Whatever they had been expecting it sure wasn't this. The room had obviously been cleaned and made subject to an expansion charm as the ceiling was considerably higher than they recalled. However, what stood before them was not the hustle and bustle of a raging party - but two glistening white sheers with a note attached.

"Please shut the door before parting the curtains." It read. Confused but obediently the boys ensured the door was closed securely before passing through the thin fabric.

Immediately the scene changed. Their ears were met with the deafening sound of alternative rock music and the laughter of what was surely the entire cohort of seventh years. Tables lined the walls with an assortment of food and drink, as well as allowing areas for seating. The atmosphere was warm and inviting and they couldn't help but smile as they admired the amount of effort which must have been placed into making this a reality. Casting their eyes toward the ceiling they noticed an array of multicoloured orbs - similar to the one which lead them to the room, glowing brightly above the centre of the floor which lit the party like 70s disco.

"You made it!" Called the voice of Angelina Johnson as she ran to embrace the new comers. She was clutching a drink firmly in her left hand and swaying considerably, indicating she had indeed been here for quite some time and that was in no way her first drink.

"You're clearly having a ball." Fred chuckled, near having to yell over the noise of the place.

"I've been here since 9.30. That was my time. GEORGE!" She startled him before pulling him down by the neck to speak into his ear, "that girl you fancy from Hufflepuff is here. She's been asking about you! By the drinks last I saw." She pointed.

"Well. I mustn't keep her waiting much longer, must I?" He winked at his brother signalling his departure. Angelina mumbled something about needing a new drink and followed as she drained her cups last drop.

Lee and Fred set off into the crowd to enjoy the night.

---

Two hours and too many firewhiskeys later found George shamelessly snogging and wrapped tight within the arms of said Hufflepuff, and Angelina presumably with her head buried deep within a toilet somewhere.

Lee and Fred were having the time of their lives, drinking and dancing the night away. That was until Lee found more issues for himself in the form of his ex dancing and kissing someone who wasn't him. All his hopes of rekindling their relationship were decimated. Fred noticed his sudden drop in emotion and promptly shifted his gaze to meet the object of Lee's loss of enthusiasm. Had he not been met with the most beautiful shade of [y/c] eyes he'd ever seen, he probably would have noticed Lee excuse himself from the floor.

Fred's heart began to race and it was like everyone in the room disappeared except for you. Mesmerised by the way you smiled and moved in time with the music he couldn't look away if he tried. He knew he recognised you from around school, you were in his grade after all, but surely you'd never been this breathtaking.

You were huddled close to Lee's ex, stealing her from the arms of the boy she'd wrapped herself around, smiling so bright the lights were dull in comparison. You clung to one another instead as you danced, bodies intertwined in a way that made Fred jealous. He could have watched you all night, and probably well would have had it not been from the sudden sharp blow of an elbow to his ribs.

George had appeared, lips swollen and hair dishevelled, with a drink for his brother.

"Interrupting an important thought am I?" He smirked handing his brother the beverage. "You know, Freddie. If you fancy someone talking to them usually accomplishes more than just staring at the poor girl." He laughed.

"Oh, suddenly so wise now that you've come up for air, are you?" Fred teased, sipping some of the purple concoction he was sure he shouldn't be drinking. "Who is she?" He turned back to look at you.

"Who?" George asked trying to peer over the mass of heads. But you'd vanished.

Fred's face sank. Chugging his drink and rushing through the tight group of bodies jumping and laughing together. As he reached the place where you'd been dancing he searched for you but even standing at his full height he was unable to catch so much as a glimpse of your [H/L + H/C] hair.

Disappointed he removed himself from the crowd, to the outskirts of the room, where he leaned against a table with his hands in his pockets. Desperate for a hint of your figure but nothing. Seconds turned to minutes as his heart began to race and he panicked slightly. Had you left? He began to fear the thought he'd never get to see you again tonight when suddenly...

"Hey" a drink appeared infront of his chest, "you look like you could use a drink." He turned to see you smiling sweetly at him. Shocked his lips parted slightly while he stared at you awestruck. He lost himself in your eyes. Merlin! They were so much better up close.

"It's okay" your words snapped him out of his daze, "it's just firewhiskey." You tilted your head a little, raising the cup further infront of him.

"Thanks." He hastily reached for the drink, fingertips brushing your own. He felt goosebumps rise up his body. How could a girl he's never spoken to before have such an effect on him? Smiling his eyes raked your body as he took a sip. Noting your tight leather jeans and lose black top that sat off your shoulders. The outfit reminded him of a muggle rockstar.

You stared deeply back into his eyes as they met yours again. Never breaking the stare as you downed you entire drink in a mouthful without even batting an eyelid. To say he was impressed was a vast understatement. Firewhiskey was by no means a weak drink. His eyes widened and he laughed watching you place your now empty cup the the table next to you, raising a curious eyebrow at his reaction.

"What?"

Fred turned his head back to face the crowd on the dancefloor, raising his cup to his lips once more. "Nothing", he said with a twitch of his lips and a small shake of his head. He drained his cup before looking back down to you, "I get the feeling you can really handle your alcohol."

"What can I say? I like the taste" he laughed at your comment. "So, which one are you?"

"Fred" he held his hand out to you, shaking it you never let your eyes leave each other for a second. "I must say, you have me at a loss. You know who I am, but what's your name, lovely?" He stepped closer to you and turned his body to face you fully.

"[Y/F/N + Y/L/N]"

"How is it I've never met a beautiful girl like you before?

"I'm pretty easy to miss, if you're not looking for me."

His eyes scanned your body again, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip before pulling it gently between his teeth, as he did so. It was probably the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Making your knees weak. You'd always considered the Twins handsome, how could someone not? They were tall, confident, charming, smarter than you knew they'd care to admit, fiercely loyal, and it'd be a lie if you said you hadn't noticed how Quidditch sculpted their bodies over the years. They were like fucking Gods around Hogwarts.

"Well..." Fred spoke as you both admired each other. "I'm sure now, I'll never be able to stop myself looking for you." He smirked inching ever so closer.

It was your turn to bite your lip now. He was so close you could smell him, and fuck did he smell good. You felt your body warm as you took in his scent. The sensation reminded you of fresh Butterbeer on a brisk Winter's day. Completely intoxicating.

"I think it's time for a refill" you said grabbing your wand to summon a bottle of Whiskey from the table down from you. You filled both cups before turning back to face him.

"If I didn't know any better" he took the drink from the table, "I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." He drank slowly from the cup.

"Just trying to see if you can keep up with me." You said with an innocent expression, "anyway. It's good for you." You drank.

"It's good for you now, but it won't be easy tomorrow."

"I'm a big girl. Reckon I can handle it."

He laughed, looking back over the room briefly. He caught a glimpse of George with a girl who Fred was sure wasn't his same kissing partner from earlier, dancing up against him. He raised an impressed brow to his brother, which earned himself a shrug and nod in your direction. Fred knew exactly what he meant by that. He was telling him to get a move on, not that he needed any goading.

His attention back on you, he watched as you drank more of your whiskey. All he wanted to do right now was push you against the nearest wall and have at you. However, he figured that may be a tad forward of him so he decided not to mention the fact.

"So tell me, [Y/N], what house are you?"

"Take a guess." You teased.

He titled his head, taking his time to look you over. Starting at your eyes and travelling slowly down to your lips, to your neck and they paused for a moment longer as they reached your exposed collarbone. Mind drifting to imagine how soft the skin would feel under his lips as he left hickies across it. He examined your whole body in what he felt could have been hours. Really though it was just enough for you to refill your drink, having finished it again moments ago.

"Well, you're clearly not Gryffindor." He began. "Otherwise, I'd absolutely have spoken to you before now."

"Clearly" you mocked.

"Certainly not Hufflepuff."

"And what makes you say that?" You asked curiously.

"Because Hufflepuff is the most innocent house in the school. And I can tell you are anything but."

"Oh you can tell can you?" Raising your eyebrows in surprise at his comment.

"Absolutely" he nodded.

"What gave me away?" You pouted, feigning dejection.

"Well, Darling, if it weren't for that devishly wicked smile you wear so well, that's been driving me crazy all night." You averted your gaze, smiling, trying to hide the blush that threatened to form on your cheeks. Slowly casting your eyes back up to meet his that'd never left you. "Then I'd say it's in the way you drink Fire Whiskey like it's pumpkin juice. Or from the red in the whites of your eyes which, naturally, is from..." he took a step into you and leant his head down to your neck. His nose grazed your skin and you could feel his breath on you as he inhaled your scent deeply. He lifted his lips to your ear where he whispered "-that's hardly the smell of tobacco now is it?" Turning his head enough to stare into your eyes, smiling proud and somewhat cheekily.

"Quite perceptive, aren't you?" You whispered back to him. He shrugged stepping back to sip his drink. "You know I saw you watching me earlier. Dancing."

"Couldn't take my eyes off you, love. I've never seen somebody move that way." He was grinning at you, far too content for your liking.

"Well." You finished your drink and set aside the cup, "what do you say you replace my previous partner?" You grabbed his right hand and began making your way to the dance floor which, although still bustling with life didn't house nearly as many sweaty bodies as before. You flashed him that same devilish grin you now knew he loved so much.

Chugging his drink and casting aside the cup he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, nestling his chin in your neck "lead the way."

Never letting his hand leave your grip you brought him to the middle of the floor where you pulled him into you slowly. Once you were flush against one another you began to move. Shamelessly enjoying the touch of each other's body. He spun you, and you were swaying and grinding against him when he pulled you back. You stayed like that till you were both sweating and panting quite heavily. Unable to contain the smiles that graced your faces.

You couldn't take it anymore, the look in his eyes and the grip on your waist was sending you crazy, reaching a hand up and around his neck you pulled his face dangerously close to yours "want to get out of here?"

His grip on you tightened as he responded "absolutely" and with that dragged you toward the exist.

George caught Fred's attention momentarily, he had a curious expression on his face. He simply smiled and winked back at his Twin. George laughed sending up a mock, celebratory fist pump.

Slightly impatient, you pulled Fred by the front of his shirt out past the curtains. You had no idea how loud the party had been until you were faced with the eery silence of the empty Dungeon corridors. The muffling charm placed on the sheers working perfectly.

"Come with me, I know a place" Fred said taking your hand.

Quietly manoeuvring through the castle halls, he pulled you into a hidden passage behind a tapestry, through to an empty classroom away from prying eyes. With a quick glance through the crack of the door to ensure you weren't spotted Fred was surprised, and satisfied to say the least, when he turned from closing the door to be immediately met with your lips on his.

You pushed him back against the wall. The kiss was passionate and so full of need you wondered how either of you lasted this long. His hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. Your hands on his chest began to snake their way over his body, one resting on the back of his neck to tug on his soft hair, the other wrapping around to his lower back where you pulled yourself against him. Causing him to groan at the sensation.

Soft moans and light gasps for air were the only sounds to penertrate the nights silence. Both of you were desperate for one anothers touch. An intense need to have you built within Fred like a fire. Mirroring your movements from earlier he grabbed a fist full of your hair as his other hand clung to the small of your back.

He spun around so it was you pressed against the wall. Hunching his body so he could lean fully into you, your tongue traced his bottom lip and he responded.

He tasted like Whiskey and Chocolate. You, undoubtedly, like Whiskey and Smoke. He ran his hands down below your ass and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. You giggled slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself.

He walked blindly over to the centre of the room, lips never leaving yours as he placed you on top of the nearest desk. He pulled himself tight between your legs, arms now firm on your lower back.

Pulling away from your lips he moved to place love bites and kisses along any bare skin he could reach. From your neck, to behind your ear, to your shoulder, he wanted all of you. Lightly tracing his mouth along your soft skin he ducked his head down further to your collarbone to make true his earlier fantasy. Leaving countless hickies across the bone. Chest heaving against him as you threw your head back in pleasure, running a hand through his hair once more.

Gently moaning his name, he hummed in response sending vibrations through your skin. You could have stayed like that forever.

Unfortunately for you however, you found yourself interrupted by the sudden opening of the classroom door.

Snape.

"Ugh, Fuck." You groaned in frustration, letting go of the redhaired boy who was practically lying on top of you. Fred parted from you and turned to face the door.

"Mr Weasley. Miss [Y/L/N]. Detention. Two weeks. Hope this late night rendezvous was well worth the 50 points you've just cost Gryffindor, Weasley. And [L/N]...20 from you."

"Ahhh..." Fred spoke as realisation began to dawn on him "so you're a Slytherin." He laughed to himself. "It seems so obvious now."

"Return to your houses immediately." Snape growled as you hopped down off the desk top and walked past him trying to contain your giddy smile.

"Was worth the punishment" Fred leant to whisper in your ear as you both walked. "Best night I've had in a while."

"Glad you liked my party then" you looked up at him. He froze. Watching as you kept walking and turned through a hidden passage.

"Yours!?" He asked astonished jogging to catch up with you.

You nodded. "mine."

"God. You've got everything I want, all rolled into one."

You reached your parting point. Looking up to see the clock on the wall you hadn't realised how late it was till now. Although, it's not like you were worried about the time while you were busy wrapped up in Fred.

"I take it you won't miss me passing by in the halls from now on." You joked.

"Not a chance, love."

You reached up to place one final kiss to his lips. Just as passionate as the ones before, only far softer and slower. He felt like he was melting. His whole body went warm and all he could think in this moment was; did he really have to leave you? Why couldn't you be a Gryffindor?

"What do you say about meeting me here tomorrow night?" You asked, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead against his.

"Not even Snape, could stop me." He grinned, making you smile as you began to walk off. "What time?"

"How's 10:45?" You threw your hand up in a lame wave.

He continued to watch you walk away with a wide smile on his face, "it's a date." He called after you, finally walking towards his house.

---

When he arrived at the common room he hadn't expected to be greeted by the smiling, smug face of George. He stood with folded arms across his chest.

"So. Tell me...How was your night?"

[alegendarymuffin]

HOW DID FRED WEASLEYxREADER SMUT FIND ITS WAY ON MY DASH???

[romanczukowsky]

Caught in the Dark

Pairing: Fred x George x Reader (threesome)

Summary: Being a prefect means keeping order — but what happens when chaos decides to play with you instead? Y/N is determined to finally catch Fred and George Weasley red-handed. Her search leads her to the abandoned third-floor bathroom… where she doesn’t find detention, but a lesson. Tension rises in the darkness as the twins prove that not all rules are meant to be followed — and not all games are innocent.

Content Warnings: erotic tension, psychological teasing, subtle dominance dynamics, consensual touching, enclosed space (no explicit sexual content – more sensual than graphic)

The corridor was cloaked in silence, stretched thin like a veil, as I slipped out of my dormitory, my cloak wrapped tightly around me. I was a prefect — a title that carried weight, but more than anything, I had one stubborn goal: to finally catch the Weasley twins in the act. They never admitted it openly, but they knew I was hunting them. And they? They just laughed, claiming I’d never manage to pin anything on them.

The Weasleys. Fred and George. Two boys always one step ahead, their mischievous grins as unbreakable as their endless stream of pranks.

Tonight, I felt like this might be my chance.

From a distance, I spotted them leaving the common room — quiet, confident. Their shadows flickered along the walls as they headed toward the third-floor bathroom, an old, abandoned space that had long been the subject of rumors. No one really knew what happened there, but the twins seemed to have some secret hiding behind those cracked tiles.

I decided to follow them, careful and silent, step by step, hoping this time I’d catch them red-handed and finally have something to write in my prefect’s journal as proof. But they clearly suspected someone was watching.

Before I could react, the bathroom door slammed shut behind me with a soft but final click.

Darkness fell so thick I couldn’t see my own hand in front of my face.

Then I heard their laughter.

“Not so easy, nosy girl,” one whispered, while the other’s hand brushed lightly against my shoulder.

I was about to learn that with Fred and George, there were no games. They knew how to teach a lesson — especially to a curious girl who dared to chase shadows.

The laughter danced in the shadows, low and teasing, wrapping around me like a challenge.

“Thought you’d catch us, huh?” Fred’s voice was smooth, dripping with amusement, as his hand slid from my shoulder down to my wrist, gentle but firm. “But you see, being a prefect doesn’t mean you’re in charge of everything.”

George’s breath ghosted near my ear, his tone equally playful, “Especially when it comes to us. We play by our own rules.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding louder than the silence around us. The cold bathroom tiles beneath my feet didn’t match the heat suddenly radiating through my body. I’d come in looking to expose them, but now I was the one caught in their game.

Fred’s grip tightened just enough to remind me he was in control, then released, tracing a slow line up my arm with his fingers. “You’re persistent. I like that. But being nosy… that’s dangerous. You never know what you might stumble into.”

I tried to step back, but George’s hand caught mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” His smile was wicked, and that glint in his eye told me this was going to be far from a simple reprimand.

Fred chuckled, low and deep, and leaned closer until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “We might even show you a secret or two. If you’re lucky.”

My breath hitched, both wary and inexplicably drawn to the dangerous promise in their voices.

“Come on,” George whispered, his lips barely brushing my earlobe, “We don’t bite. Much.”

I swallowed again, caught between the thrill of defiance and the magnetic pull of the twins’ unspoken command.

In that pitch-black bathroom, surrounded by the echo of their laughter and their teasing touch, one thing was certain:

With Fred and George, this was a game I’d never simply win or lose.

I was theirs to challenge — or be claimed.

Their hands didn’t let go. Fred’s fingers brushed the back of my neck while George’s hand traced lazy circles on the inside of my wrist. The cool darkness of the abandoned bathroom suddenly felt electric, alive with unspoken promises and quiet power.

“You really think you can outsmart us?” Fred murmured, voice low and teasing, “We’ve been at this game a lot longer than you’ve been sneaking around these halls.”

George stepped closer, their breath warm on my skin. “And you? You’re stubborn as a Kneazle. I admire that. But stubbornness can get you into trouble. Big trouble.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure. “Maybe I like trouble.”

Fred grinned, his teeth gleaming in the faint light. “That’s the spirit. But remember — trouble with us means you’re not just playing; you’re part of the game.”

George’s eyes locked onto mine, mischievous and dark. “So, what’s it going to be? Keep chasing shadows, or let us show you how the real magic works?”

The silence stretched just long enough for my heartbeat to fill it. Their teasing wasn’t just a game — it was a challenge. One I couldn’t back down from.

Fred leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing my ear. “Be careful, prefect. We like to win.”

“And we never lose to someone who underestimates us,” George added with a wicked smile.

I swallowed, a mix of fear and thrill twisting inside me. “Maybe it’s time I learned the rules from the best.”

Fred and George exchanged a glance, their smiles widening. “Now that is what we wanted to hear.”

The game was on...

Fred and George never took their eyes off me, and the atmosphere in that abandoned bathroom grew almost tangible — thick with tension and unspoken promises.

Fred slowly moved his hand down from my shoulder, and I felt a gentle touch on my thigh. His fingers brushed my skin through the fabric of my skirt, light but deliberate, as if reminding me who was really in control. George, meanwhile, grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, making me drop to my knees on the cold stone floor.

“Kneel down, it’ll be easier that way,” Fred murmured with a smile that was both teasing and warning. George leaned in low, his nose brushing against my cheek, while his hand slid slowly along my neck. “Nosy, stubborn, but sensual. You fit us perfectly.”

Kneeling in front of them, I looked up, my breath stopped at the intensity in their eyes. George's fingers slowly moved along my jaw, gently lifting my face upward.

I gently pressed my lips to the zipper of Fred's pants, a quiet, careful kiss - more a question than an answer. Their smiles deepened, their eyes shining with approval and amusement. Without a word, I moved a little further away, and unzipped his pants, which automatically slid down.

They exchanged glances that promised both mischief and mastery. “Good girl,” muttered Fred, his voice low and satisfied.

George's hand tightened for a moment on the back of my head, guiding me with firm but tender control. “You're a fast learner,” he added, his tone mocking but marked by a certain dominance that made my pulse quicken.

The room grew warmer, the quiet hum of their presence surrounding me like a mystery I was only beginning to understand.

George's hands didn’t leave me, steadying, guiding, but not rushing. I could feel the weight of their expectations — a silent command wrapped in the softness of their touch. Fred’s fingers curled gently into my hair, while George’s thumb brushed along my cheek, anchoring me in the moment.

My lips slowly enveloped the full length of him — unhurried, obedient, and aching to please.

“See?” whispered Fred, in a voice full of satisfaction. "That's how you get our attention.”

George giggled low, the sound vibrating in the quiet space. "And how to hold it.”

The tension tightened, the air between us thick with unspoken challenges and the thrill of pushing boundaries we had not dared to before.

I lifted my gaze to George encountering his shy, mischievous smile. I unzipped his pants, and they slid down on their own.

They smiled, twins in this game of shadows and desire.

Kneeling there, I felt the weight of their gazes on me - intense, playful and utterly commanding. Fred's hands rested lightly on my shoulders, supporting me, while George's breath brushed my skin like a warm breeze.

Without a word, they moved in closer, their presence wrapping around me like a spell. I closed my eyes as their warmth brushed against my lips, and then, with slow, deliberate intent, they traced a teasing path along the inside of my cheek.

A gentle finger combed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and I felt a shiver run along my spine. Despite the darkness and silence, an unspoken understanding between us filled the space - it was a game, a dance of control and surrender, trust and discovery.

Fred's voice was a low murmur, barely audible. "You're learning, little one. Just remember - this is our world and we make the rules."

I looked at them, my heart pounding. And although I was on my knees, in that moment I felt more powerful than ever.

They both reached their climax almost at once, painting my flushed face with heat and pleasure. George's fingers rubbed my lip so that nothing escaped, and to make sure everything was swallowed.

Fred leaned in and his breath warmed my ear. "You are exactly where you belong. See you next time."

[gigicreates562]

Come to Gloat? - Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred and Y/n get into an argument before a risky mission. Y/n leaves without him, only to return with a gash in her side. Will Fred say I told you so, or does he have something different in mind? 

TW: Blood

Word Count: 1016

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“You’re not going,” He said firmly. 

“Yes, I am, Fred. You can’t stop me,” She bit back. 

“It’s a suicide mission! You’ll never make it back alive!”

“I know the risks! It’s my decision to make,” she replied, zipping up her jacket forcefully. 

Truthfully she was scared, this mission was dangerous, deadly even, but she just didn’t care. She was desperate to prove herself: to her family, to the Order, and to him. She would do anything, no matter dangerous it was. 

“What if something happens to you?” Fred rationalized. The fear in her surged again, but she pushed it down quickly. 

“You certainly did fine when you left me back at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll manage again,” She hissed. 

With those words, what started as a small quarrel had just crossed the line into a major argument. His past actions had left a dark cloud on their friendship for too long. Fred had apologized, even begged her to forgive him, but to forgive was easy. Forget? Not so much. 

“Are you seriously implying that I would be fine if you died?” His brow furrowed in frustration, “Look, I’m sorry I left you back then, I thought we had this worked out already,” Fred pleaded.

“Fred!” She shouted, “You’re not my Dad. You’re not my boyfriend. This isn’t your decision to make.” Her venom sunk into his skin, leaving behind a foul taste in her mouth. 

“And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you,” He laughed bitterly, stung by her words. He wished he was one of those things, and this argument was a painful reminder that he was not. 

“Yeah, well, best mates or not, I’m going, and that’s final.” She stomped out of the flat, slamming the door behind her. 

“Y/n, please!” He begged, voice faltering just a little too late.

The crack of apparition pierced through the door, leaving Fred utterly alone.  

…

Fred felt sick all night. And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you. The words taunted him. Those awful, poisonous words may very well be the last thing he would ever say to his best friend. She would never know how he really felt, how much he truly cared for her.  

He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He tried, but after an hour of tossing and turning, he switched on the news hoping the constant droning of the newscaster would lull him to sleep. 

The Ministry continues to deny all claims of He Who Must Not Be Named’s return. Sources state that Harry Potter is to blame for the rebel numbers growing… blah blah blah… Muggle disappearances… blah blah blah… attempted break-in to a pureblood household… one rebel dead… one severely injured and at large… blah blah… The escaped rebel is said to have Y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and is bleeding severely. If you see them please notify authorities. Report suspicious activity immediately to… blah blah blah blah.

…

Fred didn’t remember nodding off, but he must have, because abruptly he was awoken by someone rummaging around in the bathroom. 

Quietly, Fred made his way to the source of the noise. 

“Come to gloat?” Y/n winced as she attempted to clean the large gash in her side. She dabbed around the wound carefully with a wet rag, doing her best to hide her reaction to the stinging liquid. Her shirt lay forgotten on the counter, no longer its original white color, but rather a sickly red. 

“You were right,” She continued through clenched teeth, “It was suicide. The bastard had the whole thing covered in enchantments. We never stood a chance.” 

She eyed Fred cautiously in the mirror. His gaze was transfixed on her, a hint of sadness tinting his stoic expression. 

“Well go on then, scold me,” She ordered, wishing he would just get it over with, “Come on, say I told you so.”

This wasn’t like Fred. Normally when he proved her wrong, she couldn’t live it down. He would take every opportunity possible to rub it in her face, but not this time. This time he just looked at her like a wounded dove as she wrapped her injury in fresh cotton. She hated it. She could take a lot of his smug reminders, but pity? Pity was somehow much much worse.

“Go on!” She snapped, turning to look at him, “Yell, scream, hex me into next Tuesday, say something!” 

Fred treaded softly into her space, his worried stare stripping her defenses and bringing a soft heat to her cheeks. His face was contorted with a pained expression, seemingly caught in an internal battle. Slowly, he reached a hand up to cup her face. Why wouldn’t he just get mad? 

“Just say I told you so! Why aren’t you mad at me?” She pleaded, feeling uneasy with his sudden tenderness. 

Fred answered her question silently by lowering his mouth onto hers. Warmth immediately blossomed in her chest, spreading rapidly throughout her body. The faint scent of fireworks lingered behind from his work, flooding her senses as his mouth moved against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth through slightly parted lips, emitting a soft gasp from her. He was dizzying. She was positively sure she was floating an inch off the floor.

All too quickly, he pulled away, leaving her tingling all over. Silence settled throughout the room. The sound of their breath echoed off the bathroom walls. 

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” He breathed, causing her head to spin again. 

“Fred, I’m so sor-” Her sentence was interrupted by a swift kiss, leaving her breathless once more. 

“Me too,” he smiled down at her, thanking every god he knew that those words weren’t their last.

They stared at each other, relaxing in the other’s company. 

“Bed?” She asked. 

“Bed,” he laughed, kissing her on the forehead before leading her back to his room.  

The couple may have begun with a shaky start, but Fred didn’t care. He was just happy that he would never spend another night, wishing he had told her. 

[rk-ceres]

George’s Revenge

George Weasley x Y/N (+18) George is a little shit

Y/n & George has been dating in secret for about a year and she gets fed up with him being fed up so she pranks him smut, rough, idk.

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Ginny was sitting in the common room doing her homework when you sat down next to her with a small smile on your face Ginny looked up at you with a raised eyebrow as you grinned at her waiting for her to ask you whats up she rolled her eyes at you before sighing out “Yes….?” She asked drawing out the ‘s’ sound confused as to why her brothers best friend was sitting next to her “Hey Ginny, can i borrow your Christmas Jumper?” “sure… but Why? And which one?” She furrows her brows “the blue and yellow one” you shrugged knowing that thats the one that matches George and Freds jumpers “and dont ask questions you dont want to know the answers too” you wink Ginny hands you her jumper with a raised eyebrow “i want it back later i hope you realize this Y/n” she said sternly “i’ll return it unharmed my dear Weasley! And heres something for your troubles” you said with a smile leaving your old notes and homework for her to copy off of finding Fred and grinning at him “whatever it is not happening” he doesnt look up from his Zonkos trinkets “five galleons” “im listening” “im pranking George” “no way.” He says immediately “ten galleons.” He raised his eyebrow “twenty.” “Fifteen and a chocolate frog.” You bargained “twenty or no deal.” He said sternly “half now half later and you cant split it with George” you said “deal”

A few minutes later Fred comes back from his dorm with all of George’s jumpers in hand “here.” He huffs “i had nothing to do with this you understand me.” He said with a toothy grin “yes sir” you sassed him handing him the rest of the galleons “why are you pranking him anyway? Youre only going to regret it later your boyfriends not one to forgive and forget” Fred said with a smirk “he let Alicia Spinnet flirt with him no one knows we’re dating but you.” You looked down with a sad smile “George loves you Y/n you shouldnt get jealous of Alicia.” Fred rolled his eyes “i just want to be officially together. We’ve been dating for eleven months it hurts to see other girl's openly flirt with him because they think he’s single” you pouted and Fred understood

****later that day****

George walks down the steps from the boys dormitories wearing Ginny’s jumper looking furious it looked like he was wearing a crop top he stopped right in front of you, Ginny, and Fred crossing his arms over his chest Ginnys hand flies over her mouth stifling a laugh that threatened to make its way out of her throat the sweater rode up even more as he flexted his arm and clenched his jaw in anger “ha ha. Very funny Y/n give me back my jumpers and release me from this one!” George said in an annoyed tone “have no idea what youre talking about love” you chuckle sitting inbetween Fred and Ginny who were laughing hysterically “this is because i hid your homework and got you detention last week with Snape isnt it?” He huffed “still dont know what youre talking about babe” you said picking your nails “maybe you shrunk that jumper in the laundry” you teased

“You know damn well thats not what happened!” His nostrils flared with anger his lips pulling into a smile of amusement “how much did she pay you two to help her” he looked between Fred and Ginny “what do you mean George? This is the first im speaking to her all day!” Ginny fibbed with a small smile “why are you still wearing it anyway?” She followed up that statement with a question “because the person that **did** this put a sticking charm on the inside of the jumper” George groaned Fred doubled over in laughter

“SHUT UP FRED!” George started to giggle “maybe you should be a little more nice to Y/n here and apologize” Fred chuckled “over my dead body!” George laughed you yawned stretching your arms over your head “goodnight Weasleys! See you tomorrow.” You chuckled to yourself looking back at George with a shit eating grin on your face “ooh you little…..” he grumbled

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**Two Days Later**

As you were passing the room of Requirement on your way to class you suddenly got pulled in and slammed against the door you looked up into his deep chocolate colored eyes and smirked “finally got out of that jumper did you Georgie?” His mouth pulled into a line “shut. Up.” He growled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine “youve been naughty babygirl” he dragged his nose along your neck “i have no idea what youre talking about Weasley” you smirked “you know thats not what you call me little slut” he raised his voice anger behind his eyes “youre only making this worse on yourself brat” he nibbled your earlobe gaining a moan out of you he smirked against your skin “oh so you can fuck me. But we cant go public” you spat out at him his eyes widened “thats what all this is about baby?” He asked softly you look away huffing “if thats what you wanted we could’ve talked about it “we always talk about it and its always the same ‘why change whats good already’ George its been almost a year!” You got increasingly annoyed with him “you let Alicia openly flirt with you touch you and you dont even care!” You yelled his eyes widened realizing what it was really about the prank everything.

He slammed his lips on yours biting your bottom lip roughly “only you get this part of me Y/n” he murmured against your lips “thats not cutting it George” he quickly stripping you down to nothing but your knickers grabbing your breasts roughly as he shoved his leg between your thighs pressing his muscular thigh to your increasingly wet heat gaining a whimper out of you “Look at you all needy and worked up did i do this in a couple of kisses love? Everyone knows that you belong to me. Body and soul” He groaned in your ear hands coming to your waist pressing your cunt down onto his thigh “well? What are you waiting for gorgeous” he flexed his leg you slowly started rocking your hips back and fourth his jeans giving you delicious friction on your clit as you bit your lip “ah ah ah” he tutted pulling your lip from between your teeth “i want to hear your pathetic noises as you ride my thigh go on. Let the entire castle know who gets you this fucked out within seconds” he commanded with authority he jolted his leg upward pressing it further into your wetness gaining a loud moan from your throat he smirked “Look at you… squirming like a bitch in heat so eager to get off on my leg gonna be a good girl and beg for me sweetheart?” He asked in your ear “skrew you Weasley” you moaned he brought his hand across your cheek another moan left your mouth turning you on further “you’re a little misbehaving whore who needs to be punished again.” he growled biting your neck “im going to keep you cumming til youre begging me to stop” he mutters as he grips your hips speeding your rutting up getting you closer and closer to your high “youre close arent you?” You nod eagerly he smirks at you pulling his thigh away from your heat immediately shoving three of his fingers in your cunt you whimpered as you started to ride his fingers in time with his movements you clench around his fingers when he brings his thumb to circle your clit “huh… look at you Thats it… fuck my fingers princess…. Soak my hand like a good girl” when your orgasam crashed over you his name came out of your mouth as a chorus he fucked you with his fingers through your first orgasam of the night “good girl” he said shoving the fingers that was in your cunt in your mouth “clean them off” he commanded you swirled your tongue around his digits he removed them from your mouth with a pop after three more mind blowing orgasams with his fingers and tongue he pulled away from your abused cunt

“On that bed now. Face down. Ass up.” He said with conviction you nodded starting to walk he pulled you back to him by your hair “crawl” he spat you nodded getting to your hands and knees crawling to the bed he unbuttoned his shirt and trousers coming up behind you looking at your wet cunt “So wet for me already” he growls “just for you George” you moan “i know baby he shoved his entire length into your sopping hole hissing at the stretch “You like this big, thick, fat dick, babygirl? You like the way I stretch out your slutty pussy out to fit in there?” George growled in your ear pulling all the way out then slamming back in immediately gaining a loud pornographic moan from your throat “George” you moaned “You can take it, I know you can, take it like a good girl baby. Youre doing such a good job taking me so good” he sped up his hips pistoning in and out of you hitting your g spot over and over again silent screams coming from your throat he grabbed you by your hair pulling you up against his bare chest holding your arms behind your back his free hand wrapping itself around your neck squeezing just hard enough to cut your air flow forcing you to listen to his voice “Look at you you little whore taking me so good, look at that i can see my cock in your stomach. So deep isnt it, so fucked out for me baby. So sexy. Who does this pussy belong too. Tell me.” he bites your earlobe letting go of your arms opting out to rub at your clit as he roughly fucks your abused hole when you didnt answer immediately he delivered a harsh slap to your clit velvet walls squeezing him perfectly “you! It belongs to you!” You screamed “good girl baby” he praised rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit “Gonna cum again? Thats pathetic. Why dont you just squirt for me. Make me all filthy, since you cant control yourself around me” you nodded your head eagerly at him gaining a chuckle out of him “beg.” He commanded “please George please i need to cum please please please” you moaned out “cum for me” he said simply and merlin did you wetness gushed over the two of you he chuckled “do i fuck you that good? You really do like being fucked like a slut you just squirted all over me baby you feel so good…” red tinge came over your face as he flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy when you come. What a gorgeous little slut…. Shit Baby… im Gonna… fuck… you’re gonna make me come, So tight good girl” he slammed his hips into you for the final time painting your walls in his cum groaning

When you came down from your high George pulled you onto his chest rubbing circles on your skin “i love you Y/n/n, only you, i belong to you only you baby you dont have to be jealous you know that” he cooed “i know that. You know that but no one else does… you know how much that hurts? Seeing them flirt and touch you and you doing nothing about it?” You didnt meet his gaze then it clicked in his head you were insecure and needed reassurance “okay baby.. okay” he said softly kissing you gently as you fell asleep in his arms

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You sat down next to George Fred sitting on the opposite side of you slowly making your plate with a sad look on your face when Alicia and Angelina came sitting next to George you stiffened in your seat about to get up when George’s left hand placed itself on your thigh stopping you from moving “Goodmorning Handsome” Alicia smiled at George “Alicia” he gave a polite smile “so i was thinking, this Saturday you and i could go to Hogsmeade together” she said with a flirty smile you started to pack up “I appreciate the offer but its mine and my girlfriends one year anniversary on Saturday; I’m taking her to get her nails and hair done, and im getting her a new dress for our dinner and a movie date. Y/n and i already have plans for the entire day none of them include me going to Hogsmeade with you.” George turned around and grabbed your hand “i dont mean to be rude, or maybe i do mean to be a little rude but you have no chance with me you never have, and its annoying being flirted with constantly. shes already got everything i have to give her.” He grabbed your hand and placed a chaste kiss on it “shes everything i want” he sighed standing up “now if you could please stop flirting and touching me? Its making me and my girl really uncomfortable” he turned to you “ready to go Baby? We’ve got potions” George kissed your forehead you smiled at him “thank you” you whispered walking out of the great hall hugging his waist

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Summer Nights: Part 3

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Overweight/Plus size Female identifying Reader

Series: Summer Nights

Warning: Fred’s death, the series will mention issues such as guilt, grief, etc. + Chapter specific warnings: guilt, self-blaming, trauma, scenes of magical healing, mentions of past childhood fatphobia/body shaming

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ (formerly imaginesofeveryfandom)​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Summary/Request: You’d always had brief glimpses of Charlie Weasley throughout your life, but despite your closeness with the rest of the Weasley family and your friendship with the Weasley Twins, you had never officially met. Until Charlie Weasley decided to take the summer off from his work as a Dragon Keeper at the Romanian Reserve and come back home, to the Burrow, that is.

Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Charlie Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2

Dinner that night was a riotous affair. You, six Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione all crammed in around a table, reaching for the amazing food that Mrs Weasley always made. Shoulders bumped against each other, the volume reaching extraordinary heights, but as you sat there you couldn’t help but smile. This felt right. Being around all these people. So welcome. Watching the way Ginny looked up to Charlie and the way Ron and Harry joke around, while Hermione rolled her eyes at George. You’d often felt alone since Fred’s death, a distance seemed to exist in your mind between yourself and the Weasley’s, a gnawing guilt. While you lived with them there were very few moments like this, one’s where you felt like yourself again. 

As you look around the table with a smile, your eyes catch Charlie’s. A soft, small smile, shy, lifts at the corner of your mouth and you're delighted to say that Charlie smiles more with his eyes than anything else. 

When you go to bed that night you think perhaps it will be a night in which you will fall asleep easily, in which the memories won’t haunt you, in which the guilt that settles like a stone in your stomach will ease...that is a foolish belief you realise rather quickly. Your head rests against your pillow as you stare at the ceiling. 

You toss and you turn, twisting this way and that. You lie on your side for a moment, arm curled beneath your pillow, before flipping onto your back and then your front before going back to your back. You try sleeping with your head at the other end of the bed, maybe you’ll trick your brain that way. It doesn’t work. You try every trick possible, but you just can’t sleep. The frustration is clouded by other thoughts, intrusive ones, the ones you try not to dwell on because you can’t change the past and you can’t bring him back. You don’t have that kind of power, although sometimes you wished you had a time turner, you might go mad, but maybe, in the process you could bring one of your best friend’s back. Maybe you wouldn’t fail him this time. 

You lie there trying desperately to calm your mind, to silence your thoughts, to sleep, for what seems like hours. In truth it can’t have been more than an hour before you decide to just forgo all the tossing and turning and potter downstairs to make a warm cup of something and maybe nab a biscuit or two. 

The Burrow is eerily quiet at this time of night, the lights are out, the stairs creak as you pad down them, and a chill has you grabbing the knitted throw blanket from the living room on your way to the kitchen. There was never a shortage of blankets at the Burrow. Something you could thank Mrs Weasley endlessly for. 

You wrap yourself up as tightly as possible, the blanket a soothing weight across your shoulders, before putting the kettle on the stove. Despite magic being at your disposal, you always preferred to make hot drinks whether coffee, tea, hot chocolate or otherwise, the muggle way. Working with your hands, going through the motions of creating something whether food, drink, art or something else entirely, helped you calm down more often than not. You suppose it was very Hufflepuff of you, doing things the muggle way, doing things the homely way. 

You look up before he’s even at the entrance to the kitchen, you hear the footsteps softly pad down the stairs, the creek of an old floorboard, the quiet shuffling of clothes and a soft sigh of frustration. You didn’t know who you’d expected, Charlie, wasn’t it though. Perhaps Ginny or maybe Ron or even Mrs Weasley. 

The tattooed dragon that had previously been on his neck had moved, as magical tattoos are want to do. It was now laying across the other side of his neck, nearer to his shoulder, barely peeking from his sleep shirt, sleepy and annoyed looking. You wondered if it wanted to sleep but couldn’t because of Charlie’s alertness. You’d never given much thought to wizarding tattoos, but you suppose they must have some sort of personality or thought process or....something. Why else would they move? You supposed that they might work like wizarding portraits, perhaps the dragon had been a real one, its likeness etched into his skin.

His hair is out from the tie it had been in during the day, loose around his face and a sort of bird's nest that screamed ‘i’ve been tossing and turning for a while now’. During the day he’d looked so confident, put together, like everything was okay, but here, in the dark of the kitchen, with only a few little lights to provide a warm glow, he looked haggard. He looked how you felt. 

“Would you like something to drink?” You keep your voice soft. Partly knowing that the walls in the Burrow were thin, not wanting to wake the others, and partly because it didn’t seem right to speak loudly or even speak at your normal volume right now. 

He pauses for a moment, taking in the kettle on the stove that’s begun to whistle quietly, thanks to a well placed muffling charm, the blanket across your shoulders, the bags underneath your eyes. He blinks before nodding his head towards you in confirmation, a small upturn at the corner of his mouth, a polite smile not more and not less. It cannot compete with his earlier bright smile during the day. 

“Tea, please, love.” You grab a tea bag and another mug, making both your own preferred hot drink and his mug of tea. Only stopping to ask if he had sugar in his tea, for him to respond with 3, and you to not comment further despite knowing his mother would probably exclaim that 3 was 2 too many. 

You carefully hand him the mug, not wanting to spill a drop, fingers brushing against his. You note his hands are rougher than most wizards, years of hard work will do that. Most wizards and witches have soft hands, skin that only ever touched a wand. The Weasleys are some of the few you knew who relished in hard work and manual labour, some things magic helped with like chopping vegetables, but other things like collecting eggs or planting fruit in the garden seemed to them more suited to their hands. Like you they seemed to enjoy the calming nature of going through the steps, of grounding yourself with the world around you. 

You sip at your drink and study the grooves in the table, the different grains of wood, the stains and the marks. Some you know the story of. Like the burn that was caused by Ginny playing with Arthur’s wand at the age of 5. Others are the sorts of stains and marks that come from a family using it every day, from children playing and drawing and existing. 

Charlie clears his throat and you lift your eyes to his, he looks a little sheepish, “Sorry, if this is a bit...if you don’t want to talk, but can I ask why you’re not in bed?” 

The truth is that you’ve barely known Charlie a couple of days and perhaps normally you’d be reluctant to talk about anything personal, about nightmares or your guilt or your feelings. But, Charlie isn’t a complete stranger. He’s a Weasley and there has never been a Weasley you couldn’t talk to, even Percy who could be and had been an arse in the past. Even when he wasn’t around, the other’s talked about Charlie, their darling boy or their amazing brother. If you knew one Weasley you inevitably felt like you knew the rest even if you’d never met. Maybe it was that he was a Weasley, that he was Fred’s cool older brother, or maybe it was that you were lonely and fed up of hiding it all...that you knew him the least and it seemed easier to talk to someone who’d understand and yet didn’t know you well enough to push too far. Or maybe it was just that Charlie Weasley had one of those faces that made you want to talk. 

“I...I struggle to sleep these days. I’ve struggled to sleep since the battle to be honest...if it's not tossing and turning then it’s nightmares. When the lights go out the thoughts come out...”

“From what I heard you did alright. You helped people, you got a few death eaters along the way...” There was an unspoken question, ‘what do you have to be haunted about? What did you do? or what did you not do?’

“Yeah....I helped some people, used my healer training to my advantage and sure I got a few stunning spells in, but I....I couldn’t save the one person that really mattered. I couldn’t....” You breathe in a shaky breath and can already feel the tears welling in your eyes at the thought of him. A hand reaches across the table and covers your own. It’s a comforting gesture, it reminds you that you’re safe here.

“I couldn’t save Fred...I tried, y’know, I even tried muggle methods, I thought maybe if magic wouldn’t help, muggle medicine might...I thought if I could just get him breathing again he’d be okay. It would all be okay...I” You close your eyes hard, feeling the press of your lids together, the wetness welling at the corners, “It’s my fault...I don’t even know why your parents let me stay...how any of you can even look at me...if I had been a better healer, or better at defence, then Fred might still be here.”

“You can’t seriously believe that?”

You lift your eyes to his, his eyebrows are furrowed, twisted down, mouth set in a frown. “I should have been able to save him. I have helped so many people. I have stopped so many people from dying...but I couldn’t save him.” You avert your eyes, his stare feels too intense, too much.

“You’re not to blame, look at me,” He squeezes your hand, firmly, but still gentle. The other reaches forward, a finger underneath your chin to lift your face as he brings your gaze back to his and leans ever forward as if all he wants is for you to truly listen and truly believe. “You didn’t kill Fred. You didn’t cause his death. No one can bring someone back from the dead..there was nothing you or anyone else could do. Rookwood was to blame. Voldemort and his followers were to blame. Not you.” 

“Then why do I feel like I am? Like I should have done better?”

“Because we all do. Do you think Percy doesn’t blame himself? Like maybe if he’d not made a joke, not distracted Fred, he’d still be here? Do you think George doesn’t think he could have protected his own twin better? Me? I wish I'd bloody been right there, right next to him. I wish I did more and I feel the guilt of not doing more each day...We all feel like we failed him. You don’t feel guilty because you did something wrong, you feel guilty because he was your friend and you’re a good person. Good people always want to do better, even if it's not possible, love.”

“How do you do it? How do you keep going?” It feels impossible some days, the idea that you shouldn’t feel guilty or sad or angry or hurt. Some days you almost forget that he’s not here, you see George and go to ask after Fred, you think of a joke and think that you should go tell him...Some days simply getting out of bed seems impossible.

“I let it go. You can’t live in the past or else you’ll forget the present, and never look to the future. That’s what we were fighting for. That’s what Fred was fighting for, a better future. I chose to stop punishing myself for what I did or did not do because my brother would feed me a canary cream if he heard me blaming myself.”

You let out a sharp laugh, quick, unexpected even for you, and it's true. Fred wouldn’t stand for it, he wouldn’t stand for anyone blaming themselves, he’d tell you to buck up and crack a few jokes, stop hurting yourself. He was like that. Whenever he found you squirrelled away behind a tapestry, sad and crying, he always found a way to make you smile. His life’s work was getting people to smile.

“...Thank you. I know it’s not going to get better over night, but...maybe it’s time to try and stop dwelling in the past.” You stare into your empty mug for a second before rising to place it beside the sink. He’s still drinking his tea, and you, realise this whole time you hadn’t asked him why he wasn’t asleep.

“Why...why aren’t you asleep, Charlie?” You lean back against the counter to watch him, the blanket slipping off of your shoulders slightly. 

“I...I have a few old injuries that keep me up sometimes. Mostly my back, the scars I have ache a lot...but I...I sleep best on my back so...” 

It surprises that his lack of sleep was something that seemed so fixable to you, but you often had to remind yourself that most witches and wizards struggled with even basic healing charms and didn’t think in the same way that you did. Healing was a skill and knowing the right solution to a problem took both natural intuition and training.

“Do you...have you ever learnt lenio?” You move closer to him, throwing the blanket off of your shoulders and onto the back of your chair. Each step shows your healer nature as you itch to get closer and have a look at the problem, to solve it like you do every day of the week. 

“Uh, I’ve never heard of it?”

“Oh...I suppose you’re probably used to being given potions for pain, they usually last longer, don’t rely on the witch or wizard’s will power. It’s a...a pain relief spell, it works on a great deal. I...Hermione’s scar hurts a lot so I taught her it, but her scar’s easy for her access...you could always see me before you go to sleep each night and I can administer it. It’s considered outdated because of potions but I find that it’s most effective for scarring or pains that distract or make you unfocused and people don’t get as reliant.”

“Does...does it last awhile?”

“It varies on the caster’s strength of thought, I typically find when I cast it it lasts anywhere between 12 hours to a day, some people it can last minutes. Hermione manages to make it last around 8 hours. It’s why it fell out of fashion, not a lot of wizards or witches have the aptitude for it.” Potions had become easier. Easier to make. Easier to administer and more predictable when duration was involved. But, pain relief potions could be addictive and you always found yourself leaning towards charms and spells over potions, where possible. 

“Before you...before you go to bed could you cast it? I’d really like to get some sleep, love.”

Nod with a small smile, easing the tension in Charlie’s shoulders just that little bit. That famous bedside manner of yours pushing its way to the surface. 

“You said it was your back?” You ask as you reach for your wand in the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He nods at you, “First year on the reserve a Hungarian Horntail decided he didn’t like me very much...never told mum.” You let out a little laugh at that, the thought of Mrs Weasley’s reaction was rather comical in your mind. While she could be fearsome, she was also known for her over the top and sometimes melodramatic responses. 

You understand why he chose not to tell her. Mrs Weasley could be overbearing in her protectiveness and you’re sure she would never have let him work on the reserve again, no matter how much he loved it. “Could you...um, disrobe for me.” You ignore the nerves in your stomach and try to get into the healer mindset, you’ve seen plenty of patients wear even less and it was never a problem before. You weren’t going to let Charlie Weasley taking his shirt off get to you. You’d seen him without it early that day and surely he couldn’t affect you quite so much the second time.

Or that’s what you told yourself before you found yourself gazing at him a little too long. Truth was Charlie was an attractive man, even fully dressed and the beauty of his torso was not diminished by you having seen it previously. Up close you noticed things that you hadn’t earlier in the day. Scars of various types caught your eye, a few bite marks you recognised well as various types of dragon, scratches, burn marks, his body told the story of a dragon keeper who had known pain and yet still enjoyed his job. He was covered in freckles head to toe, or at least what you could see of his body, and red hair that criss crossed his arms and his chest. The dragon had moved from his shoulder and neck area, stalking its way across his left ribs, breathing little spouts of fire.

You cleared your throat and gestured for him to turn his back towards you. You could see it was covered in scars, a large portion was burn scarring, but there were claw marks too. You placed a hand gently on the top of his shoulder and gently pushed him forward so that you could get a better look. Your other hand softly trailed over the skin, examining the depths of the scars, making an assessment of what sort of scarring it was. “These were healed poorly, did you not go to the reserve healer?” You could tell they could have been healed better, they would have left a mark certainly, but with less pain you were sure. It was, in truth, a rather shoddy job. 

“Oh, I went...he’s just not very good.” You scoff, not very good was an understatement and you wrecked your brain for anyway you could fix the damage done. You’d never seen wounds healed so poorly or such extensive scarring caused by magical healing, you think that they might have healed better on their own.  

“This was about nine years ago, correct?” You watch the back of Charlie’s head move up and down in a nod, “He used a mending charm.” You scoff, irritation strong within you.

“Is that wrong?”

“They’re meant for objects not people, it’s why you have so much scarring, why it hurts...I just wonder...I wonder if...I know you just wanted me to do a quick lenio, Charlie...but I’d like to try something, I have absolutely no idea if any of the spells I know will work, but I might be able to permanently reduce the pain, and the damage.”

“You couldn’t do that with Hermione?”

“Her scar is the product of dark magic...that’s...we’re still trying to figure out how to undo that sort of injury, but this is normal in comparison. I could make it worse or I could make it better or it could do nothing...”

“Love,” he looks over his shoulder at you, eyes surprisingly full of mirth, “I doubt you could make it worse, give it your best shot.” 

You think through all the healing spells you know and you contemplate the nature of this. It isn’t an open wound or a broken bone, but it is damaged flesh, scar tissue so mangled it hurts and you think deep about your time at St Mungo’s, the many healer’s you’ve known and learnt from and you think of your own experience creating spells, melding your wants, desires, outcomes, into a single word, a single channel for your magic. You use his confidence in you and your desire to see his pain reduced or undone as a force behind the words that leave your mouth without even thinking and the almost natural movement of your wand. 

“Renovare” It’s not a spell you know and yet, as you speak the words and channel your magic through your wand, you know what it does and you know what it’s purpose is. Renew. To fix what isn’t wounded, but is damaged, to heal what has been healed poorly. You watch delicate streams of pearlescent light, flickering between white and pink and teal, fall over the scars and break them apart delicately before rehealing wounds. You hear Charlie hiss and squeeze his shoulder in reassurance that everything is working the way it should and that you’re sorry it hurts. The scars that are left behind are less angry, closer to the skin, and less like knotted damaged tissue. Perhaps had you been there when it happened, there would be no scars at all, but unmending and re-mending a wound is not so perfect or simple. You have the presence of mind to realise this is a new spell, of your own creation, and that you should write all of this down before you go to sleep tonight. This spell could be a breakthrough for wizarding medicine, at least where angry scars that cause pain are concerned. You’re so focused on fixing his pain that this realisation doesn’t bring you the pride it should, after all, not many witches or wizards could simply create a spell.

There’s something satisfying about watching the process, the breaking open of skin and the regrowth of new. The new scars looking as you’d want them to be, knowing that you have fixed the work of a poor healer and hopefully, in the process, stopped the pain that causes Charlie’s lack of sleep. 

You run your hand over the new scars once you’re done, checking the thickness of the scar tissue, his dragon has moved to his back now, curiously dancing around your fingers, nipping as if it could catch them. You get the feeling that it is grateful for your work. “Does it hurt at all? or...at least is the pain lesser?”

“It’s...it’s sore, like i’ve just come off the quidditch pitch, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like it used to.”

“Mmm...,” you continue your observations for a while, asking more questions about how it feels as you go, “I suspect the soreness will go, I have just broken your scars open and re-healed them...they look better, proper healing work, none of that bollocks from before.” You find your patience for bad healers always to be quite small, healing was serious business, people’s lives, their feelings were at risk and bad healers, in your opinion, simply shouldn’t exist. 

“I...thank you for letting me try I...”

“I’ve never heard that spell before.”

“That’s because I just created it.” He looks at you as you expect, surprised and a little bit in awe. Most wizards and witches can’t just make their own spells, you know this, but your experience with Fred and George had taught you a few things. The two of them had always innately created their own charms and potions, and they taught you how it should feel, how to focus, how to think, how to tap into that part of yourself that was purely magic, that knew without words what it could and wanted to do. 

“That’s...impressive.”

“Your brothers’, they’re...they were...George and Fred have always...” You sigh in frustration, it is so hard to find the right tense now. George is here and Fred is not, but they're a pair, not individuals and it feels wrong to...to leave one out. He’s patient with you, soft eyes, a reassuring smile as a hand reaches for yours and gives a quick squeeze. “When we were in school, the twins just knew how to make their own spells...all their products are their own work and creation...they taught me how to...how to tap into that part of me, the part that knows what to do. I’ve not done it in years, I've not had need to...I just knew what I wanted to happen and I let myself guide me.” You smile at him softly, round cheeks pushing upwards with your smile. His eyes are darting curiously across your face as if seeking out the answer to some question only he knew. 

There’s a look of surprise behind the curiosity. You can see it, that he never fully realised just how brilliant his brothers’ were. Most of the people who meet...met the twins underestimated their abilities, but they were brilliant. Sometimes you just have to look past the laughter, the jokes and the ostentatious colours. 

“Thank you...thank you for this,” He gestures to his back, “and thank you for teaching me something about the twins that I...that I failed to realise myself. We’ve always undervalued them, I love them...loved...but, even I saw them as jokers and never...never realise the work they put in.”

“Brilliant, that’s how I describe them. Insane. Terribly immature at times. Quick to anger, like most Weasleys, but brilliant and kind...” You look off into the distance, eyes losing focus for a second, “have I told...has anyone told you how I became friends with the twins?”

“I always assumed they just wouldn’t leave you alone,” It’s a cheeky smile that makes you laugh, “that would be rather like them.” You lean against the table, thick thigh pressing lightly against the outside of his knee as you think back on how you met the twins. 

“In truth...it’s not a wholly happy story. But it’s not entirely sad either, meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to me. They gave me friendship, companionship, knowledge, protection, and family. They gave me a wizarding family that would always support me and I don’t think at the age of eleven I truly understood the importance that your family would play in my life. Now, I couldn’t live without them.” You turn your eyes on him with a soft smile. 

“We have a way about us...Weasley’s collect people, I think. We’re never happy alone, we like a full house, we like fighting over a bathroom in the morning and cramming around the table. Mum loves adding people to the family, and I'm sure the moment she met you she knew you’d be the newest addition.” You smile at that. You wonder if a Weasley could ever truly be happy alone. While Charlie lived away from his family, you were sure, judging by his little smile, that the distance was hard on him and that he probably surrounded himself with friends and colleagues to feel that familiarity. 

“It was my first year and I was crying…” You look up at the ceiling, the wood beams that cross it, the hanging pots and drying herbs. “I was behind the tapestry on the 5th floor...there’s this little room behind it and I found it by accident, I’m rather clumsy,” You laugh and look back at him. It startles you a little to realise you have his undivided attention, but it also pleases you, to know that he’s listening, that he values what you have to say even if it's just a silly little story. 

“I was bawling really, none of that quiet dainty crying. It was rather horrible actually...they must have heard, said I sounded like Moaning Myrtle which just upset me more...they sat beside and they asked ‘what’s happened? Who do we need to prank?’' It was ever so Fred and George even back when you were all just eleven. Their solution to a problem was often either pranking the person responsible or starting a fight with them. The latter was your least favourite of the two.

“Sounds like them, although I wouldn't have been surprised if they offered to throw a few punches...we have hot tempers.”

“You seem awfully mild mannered for a Weasley to me?” It was true, Charlie and Bill both seemed like two calm individuals, at least compared to Ginny or Ron or even Mrs Weasley. All of whom were known for their explosive, passionate tempers. 

“Well, love, you’ve never seen me nearly tear the Ravenclaw quidditch captain a new one after a blatant display of cobbing...Although, i’m definitely less fiery than Ginny. She scares me a little sometimes.”

“She is prone to bouts of violence,” You love it about her though, her quickness to defend others, her bravery. If there ever was a Gryffindor it certainly was Ginevra. “Either way, they offered pranking services rather than violence...good move on their part, I suspect I would have been terrified of them had they offered to break someone’s nose…”

“So who or what made you cry? Homesick?”

“No...I mean, I was homesick, but that wasn’t what had me crying behind that tapestry...it was boys actually. They’d been picking on me, all years, all ages, all houses, for the first few weeks of my life at Hogwarts. Sometimes it was my hair...and other times it was my teeth, sometimes it was the fact I was muggle born...but mostly, it was that I was fat,” You see he rearing up to say something at the word, but you stop him before he can speak, “I am fat. Charlie, that’s not an insult to me, I can be a million wonderful things, and fat is just a descriptor. I am fat and a hufflepuff and I am pretty and I am brave and I am terribly dedicated to my work. But back then...the way they used it. That was an insult. I was fat, I was a whale, a pig, or some other creature they could demean me with. They said I was ugly and unworthy and ‘who’d want to date you?’...I wasn’t even old enough to care about dating, but they made me feel like I was unlovable...and then your brothers came along.”

You smile at him, at the hand he’s placed on your knee in reassurance, the hand that doesn’t stay there too long out of respect for you. He’s listening now, truly, there is no desire to butt in, to interject, because he realises that you do not unjustly hate your body. You are simply telling a story. “After that they never let anyone say a bad word about me...they protected me and I protected them too...you’ve not seen a thing until you’ve seen a hufflepuff fly at Draco Malfoy with the intent to maim.” You quirk a lip thinking of all the times you’d nearly hurt the boy, he was better now, you could have a civil conversation, but Merlin, he’d been terrible in school.

“Should I worry for my personal safety?” Charlie laughs, leaning back away from you as if you might attack at any moment, but it is all play and it makes you chuckle. “I think you’re safe, dragon boy…”

There’s a comfortable silence in which your leg pressed against Charlie’s as you leant against the table, Charlie leaning back in his chair. It’s the sort of silence that feels like companionship, there is no pressure in your chest to speak, no feeling that the silence was wrong, no strange buzzing in your chest. 

“I’m glad they looked out for you...you deserve to have people who look after you the way you look after them.”

“You...you barely know me.” You look at him through your lashes, feeling shy, bashful at the kind words. He just gives you a stunningly soft smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“True, but in the short time I have known you you’ve been nothing but kind, caring, and you even invented a spell simply to help me. Love, that says more than anything else about you. You care about people...and people should care about you too.” The tenderness should scare you, intimidate you, instead it makes warmth blossom in your chest and happy tears well in your eyes because no one has ever said something so kind. Even when you doubt how useful you are, even with the guilt, it means so much to hear someone acknowledge the kindness you give, the care you provide, and not take it for granted. It is this that makes you realise how desperately you want to keep Charlie Weasley in your life, even simply as a friend because he cares so deeply about people and because he doesn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed to share those thoughts or feelings that would matter most to a person. 

It is with those words and thoughts in your head that the two of you say goodnight and you return to your bed, the blankets don’t feel irritating anymore, your head does not buzz with bad thoughts. While it is hard to go to sleep it is not out of guilt or anger or sadness, but a sort of giddiness that you haven’t felt in so long. You fall asleep with a smile.

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Fred WeasleyxReader! Different Chapter 4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Fred, George and Lee were walking to Charms together. It was a normal day but as they turned a corner, they found something absolutely shocking. First, they heard a high-pitched screech that came from none other than Dolores Umbridge.

‘The hell?’

The three of them started running in the direction of the scream, which took them to Umbridge’s office; which had been given an extremely severe make over.

The walls were dark green like vomit and all the cute little cats on her ornament plates had been turned into vicious hissing snakes. In front of it all, Umbridge was shouting her head off; her cheeks completely red.

It was a glorious sight.

The three boys were hurting their guts with laughter as they made their way back to Professor Flitwick.

‘Her face!’ George cried out, overjoyed, ‘Did you see the look on her face?’

‘Forget her face! Did you hear her scream? She sounded like a dying banshee!’ Fred chuckled as he tried and failed to imitate Umbridge’s ugly screech.

‘Good job, guys! You should’ve told me about that one! I would’ve hidden dragon dung under her desk!’

The twins stopped walking for a second to give each other a rather confused look.‘But… We didn’t do that, Lee,’ George confessed gently.

‘Really? That prank had “Weasley” written all over it.’

‘I swear we didn’t do a thing,’ Fred promised, very seriously, ‘but I’d like to find whoever did it and shake their hand.’

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During that night’s DA meeting, Y/F/N was absent; which greatly worried Fred. Not only was he worried about her well-being as he had come to care about her over the past few weeks, but he still wondered deep down if there was the mere possibility that she may be snitching on them.

Despite Fred being distracted throughout the whole ordeal, the class went off without a hitch.

As the trio walked out of the Room of Requirement, he decided to do some investigation.

‘Hey guys? Do you mind if I go do a thing? By myself? I’ll catch up with you in the Dormitory after I’m done.’

They gave him a weird look but complied.

‘Watch out for Filch,’ Warned George.

‘Pfft, please. You forget who you’re talking to,’ He assured before leaving in the direction of the dungeons.

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Fred walked along the dark underground corridors looking in every direction to look out for any potential threats and… A certain someone.

After a few minutes, he finally heard a small sniff coming from a broom closet whose door stood ajar. He carefully moved the door as quietly as he could and what he saw broke his heart.

Y/F/N was sitting on the floor in a fetal position crying her eyes out. Fred’s head started swimming with questions and concern. Seeing those beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with tears hurt him.

‘Y/F/N?’

She gasped upon hearing his voice and looked up, not wanting to be seen at her most vulnerable, especially by the redhead.

‘Fred?’

There was a small, awkward silence between the two while Fred came up with what to say.

‘You uh… S-skipped class so I came to… C-check on you,’ He stumbled on his words, nervously.

‘Did Potter or Granger send you?’

‘Nah, I came here by myself,’ He was ashamed to admit, his face reddening again.

Her face reddened too. ‘That’s really nice of you, thanks.’

Fred shrugged it off.

‘If you really want to “learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion” you shouldn’t skip class,’ He quoted the same words she’d said on their first meeting in an effort to make light of the situation.

She laughed but the tears kept coming. ‘I had Detention with Umbridge.’

Fred’s mouth hung open for a second and then closed. As an avid rule breaker himself, he’d already experienced multiple detentions with the horrid woman and knew exactly what had happened to Y/F/N. The mere idea of it made his blood curl.

‘WHAT.’

‘Yeah,’ She revealed to him her Y/W/H hand. Across it, the words I must not vandalize school property were scratched permanently in her handwriting. ‘I assume you’re not surprised.’

‘No, just mad. Is she just gonna do this to everyone?!’

‘I wouldn’t put it past her.’

Fred sighed and sat down next to her. As he reflected, the puzzle pieces started fitting together and he came up with a suspicion of what Y/F/N’s misdeed may have been.

‘Wait; vandalize school property? Did you… Ruin Umbridge’s office?’

Y/F/N smiled sincerely for the first time since he’d walked into the closet. ‘Yeah, that was me.’

‘Marry me,’ He whispered under his breath, amazed.

‘What?’ She asked in confusion. The redness of their cheeks magnified extremely.

‘N-n-nothing.’

They looked away from each other in complete awkwardness. Fred was not new to feeling attraction towards girls, he’d had a good number of flings since Third Year, but he could never recall ever feeling like this.

He had no idea that she returned the feelings and Y/F/N couldn’t even begin to phantom the idea of being liked back after pining for so long.

‘Hey, listen. I’m sorry for thinking you were a spy or a traitor; you’re actually kinda cool. Maybe not all Slytherins are evil bitches.’

She laughed again and their hearts jumped together. ‘Apology accepted, and sorry for yelling at you. Maybe not all Gryffindors are close minded brutes.’

‘Pfff, nah we are. We pride ourselves on it.’

They both laughed as they stood up. Y/F/N would’ve happily stayed there forever yet she knew that was unsafe.

‘Should I walk you to you Common Room?’ He offered, trying to be chivalrous.

‘Mmm, giving my House Password to the world’s greatest prankster…’ She pretended to reflect on the idea, jokingly so. ‘No thank you, I don’t wanna be randomly woken up by Filibuster Fireworks or something like that.’

‘Haha, good point. Speaking of pranks, you should teach me how you redecorated Umbridge’s office; we could really use some of that stuff.’

‘Sure, I’d love to. Maybe sometime after Christmas?’

‘Sure.’

In a moment of bravery, Y/F/N dared to give Fred a kiss on the cheek and whisper ‘Thanks,’ before leaving to Slytherin Common Room.

Later that night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, George and Lee were confused to find him wearing the goofiest of goofy grins.

Chapter 5: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184574737841/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-5

[james-potters-animagus]

Baking Christmas Cookies with Fred Weasley

Fred Weasleyxreader

It was the first week of Christmas break at the burrow, and Fred had brought home his best friend beside George from Hogwarts. Y/n was excited to meet Fred’s family, losing most of her’s when she was only three took quite a tole on her, her only immediate family left being the infamous Harry Potter.

Growing up in a muggle household she knew how to cook, clean and bake without magic. Petunia took quite a liking to Y/n, unlike she did with Harry. Deep down she truly did want a daughter, but didn’t want her to be as spoiled as little Dudley was.

Y/n was a spitting image of her father, just like Harry was. She had long, dark brown hair and his bright blue eyes. She also had prescribed glasses, but refused to wear them. She had a knack for pranks, and usually used that to her advantage.

Petunia always had a soft spot for the girl, which never really made sense. Harry was more like Petunia’s sister, so that should make her like Harry more. Right? Apparently not. When Y/n got her Hogwarts letter she was beyond ecstatic. Petunia, however, was not. She tore the letter away from the girl and told her she wasn’t to go to Hogwarts. She was setting herself up for death. It was then Y/n learned what really happened to her beloved parents.

Y/n felt sick. How could they keep this from her for so long? It never seemed off to her that they died in a car accident, of course she never really liked to put much thought into it. She only ever really thought about how happy they must be up in heaven.

So, she then decided to make it her mission to end up in Hogwarts. Letters kept coming when they didn’t get a reply.

Petunia decided after the fourth letter that she would let her go. It was clear she was passionate about this, so she might as well let her go.

Hagrid showed up for the young witch, taking her to Diagon Alley to get her supplies. Hagrid would become her best friend at that time.

Skip ahead a bit and it was now her fourth year. She met the Weasley twins and instantly fell in love. Not quite literally, but she fell in love with their personalities. The three fit together perfectly. The similarities were a bit uncanny.

Y/n felt a special connection towards Fred. She just was drawn to him. His outgoing personality, the little glint of excitement in his eyes whenever he was about to endure a prank, his ability to make everyone and anyone feel okay at any time, the pure love radiating from him, it was captivating.

Now, she stood in the Burrow with said boy getting the ingredients to make sugar cookies the muggle way.

“Okay, this recipe calls for a cup and a- Fred! What on earth!” Fred had thrown flour all over the kitchen. “How did you do that in .2 seconds!”

He just smirked at her, gearing up to throw another handful. “Freddie Weasley! Don’t throw that flour!” She giggled, watching him pull the handful out of the bag.

He threw it just in time for Y/n to duck, hitting poor Ronald square in the face. “Oh no!” Y/n laughed, seeing Ronald covered almost head to toe in baking flour.

Ron huffed, cursing his brother as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a handful himself. He threw it at the older boy, covering him as well.

“Hey!” Fred laughed, catching his twin brother’s attention as well.

“Oh Merlin. I’m not-“ George was cut off by the powdered sugar covering his face.

“Oh Y/n you’re in for it!” He yelled, grabbing whatever he could find to throw at her.

The four of them looked at each other, covered in various cookie ingredients. Ronald had egg and flour falling from his long, ginger hair. George was sporting the powdered sugar, making him look a bit like a certain prankster ghost at Hogwarts. Fred had brown sugar covering his shoulders, and Y/n had just about every ingredient on her shirt.

“Okay, now that we’ve made a mess of ourselves, George, Ron wanna help us make the cookies?” Y/n asked, seeing George’s face light up.

“Would I?” He exclaimed, rushing toward the recipe card she had out. George loved baking. It was quite obvious the Weasley family, but not many people knew. George was kind of a private guy, not everyone needs to know he enjoys something other than pranks and quidditch right?

“Fred! Preheat the oven to 350°. Y/n, you look great, stay there. Ron! Get the flour from the cupboard.” George instructed, mixing together the butter and sugar. Y/n was impressed. If they didn’t open the joke shop George probably would have done well in a kitchen.

Halfway through mixing the dough Molly called for George and Ronald, so they left Fred and Y/n to finish the cookies. “Thank Godric.” Fred murmured, rolling his eyes playfully. “I thought I was going to have to share you all day.” He smirked, sauntering over to the girl standing next to the oven with a bowl of sugar cookie dough in her hands.

She smiled back, setting the dough down just before he was able to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. “Fredrick!” She giggled, watching behind her as he threw the door open and ran through the snow toward the field behind the Burrow.

“Oh, no no no!” She yelled, falling into the snow, Fred falling after her. “You git! It’s cold!” Y/n laughed out, lightly hitting his chest.

Fred stood up and pulled her up, warming her up in his arms. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too.” She smiled, pulling him in for a kiss just before heading back to the Burrow.

[themissinghippogriff]

Can you do a Fred WeasleyxReader where they both like each other a lot but neither knows the other likes them but it super obvious to everyone. So George decides to pull some elaborate prank to get them together?

yeah so this is from 2019 … well if u still want it i posted it, and tagged u on my new account