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i reFUSE TO TAKE THE L IN THIS FORM

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THIS IS NOT A GIFT THIS IS A MF CURSE BRO I DIDNT WANT NIGHTMARES TONIGHT

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fool’s gold (cedric diggory x reader)

summary: you’ve been best friends forever, and valentines hasn’t meant much until now

a/n: GO FOLLOW @fromashescomephoenixes THIS IS YET ANOTHER COLLAB WITH HER!!!!! FOLLOW NOW AND CHECK OUT HER FICS!!!

-

“I’m still not happy with you,” I said, and Cedric only laughed. “Stop laughing!” I scowled, and he swung an arm around me.

“The tournament is well and truly over, Y/n, and you never have to go in the Black Lake again.” He grinned at me, and I only scowled.

“You could’ve gotten killed, or worse, lost the tournament!” As a member of Slytherin, winning is absolutely everything. Maybe Ced dying was a tad worse.

“But I won.” His shit-eating grin said it all, and I whacked his shoulder. 

“Get off of your high horse.” I shook my head, and he stood up. For some reason he had taken to sitting at the Slytherin table during meals, not that I was about to complain. 

“Look’s like Sprout’s about to charge me, I’ll see you in potions?” He asked, and I nodded. Potions was definitely my favourite class, and it had nothing to do with a greasy haired git, but everything to do with the golden boy I sat next to.

“See you then.” Not a second after he left Eleanor Flint clutched my shoulder.

“You’re totally dating! When did he ask you out? Was it right after Chang dumped him, or did he wait a while? Waiting is totally more classy, but I can see Diggory not wanting to wait.” Eleanor babbled, and I stared at her.

“We aren’t dating, and nor does he want to.” I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had made a mistake.

“But you want to.” El screeched, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

“No! Cedric still likes Cho, I’m certain of it.” I said, and El pushed away my hand.

“Rumour has it she broke up with Diggory because you were in the lake and not her. If Diggory liked her more than you she would have been in the lake.” El was batshit crazy, I was positive.

“I was in the lake because I’ve been best friends with Ced since first year. I’m not listening to this, El.” I stood up quickly, and before she could continue arguing with me I speed walked my way out of the Great Hall. Good thing too, since I realised that I had left my advanced potions textbook in my dorm. 

The dungeons weren’t too far from the Great Hall, and I made it there in what I would consider record-timing. My textbook was on my desk, and it wasn’t until I was leaving did I see the note on my bed. 

I gingerly picked up the note, all too aware of how the Weasley twins had it out for the Slytherin house, and froze.

I’m like a crow on a wire, you’re the shining distraction that makes me fly.

I spun around the room, as if the writer of the notes would be standing in front of me, but the room was still, void of life aside Eleanor’s plant that was bordering death anyway.

I shook my head and stuffed the note in one of my robe pockets. I really didn’t have time to contemplate shit like this. With my potions book in my bag, I turned and left the dorm, soon entering the common room and eventually the hallways of the dungeons. I didn’t have to go far, since the potions room was only a couple corridors over. I slid into my seat seconds before Snape swept into the room, and I looked at Cedric who was already staring at me.

“What?” I whispered, and he looked at Snape before replying.

“Where were you?” He asked, and I pulled out my quill, ink pot, and finally some parchment.

My dorm, why?

You left the hall in a rush. Why’d you go to your dorm?

I forgot my potions book. Besides, El was killing me and I had to get out of there.

He nodded thoughtfully, and I decided to listen to Snape for once in my life. Anything to keep my mind occupied.

Later that afternoon, we were sat in the dark, stuffy tower for divination. The scent of lavender and peppermint was already overcoming my senses to cloud my mind and make me feel extremely sleepy. According to Trelawny peppermint was meant to sharpen seeing abilities, however I’m not sure anything can sharpen the non-existent...

Luckily, this was another class with Cedric. Merlin knows why we chose to continue it after OWLs, but I suppose that’s the Slytherin in me again: proving I can do it, and do it best.

Right as I’m preparing to drift into my sleepy daze, Ced nudges me. 

“Trelawny. Five o’clock,” he mouths, nodding his head in the direction of my left shoulder.

“Hello dears!” She springs up, slightly like a jack in a box. I entertain the thought of telling her so, but she cuts me off as I open my mouth.

“Have you seen anything in your teacups yet?” She questions, staring at us in a way that is a touch too dramatic for my taste. 

“Erm, yes.” I respond, trying to save Cedric’s skin since he just saved mine. Grabbing his emerald green tea cup, I grasp the golden yellow handle, and twist it three times. I’m not sure why... it just seemed right.

I glance at my book, but decide to wing it. 

“I see a knight- or er. Perhaps a hero?” Trelawny nods, her eyelids fluttering as she rests them close and furrows her brow. 

“No, it’s a knight in shining armour.” I nod, settling on this seeing. Cedric glances up slightly at the word ‘shining’ but shrugs it off quickly. He smirks at me,

“Oh, and what does that symbolise y/n?” His eyes flash slightly with mischief.

“It means you should keep your big mouth shut!” I glare at him, but can’t help cracking into a smile after a moment in his laughing gaze.

“Well dears,” Trelawny chirps at us, grabbing for the cup. “Indeed! I see...”

She gasps as I lazily flick my wand to float the cup off of the ground. I still wish I had remembered this trick when we were working with crystal balls...

“Oh Professor!” I groan miserably, despite the traces of thick sarcasm. “Please don’t say I’m due to die,” I throw myself back in my chair while Cedric tries to hold in a snort.

“I’m afraid you are my dear, in a most unfortunate incident involving a revolving door and a popsicle...”

—

“Charms is the worst.” Cedric groaned from beside me, and I nodded. Charms was fucking boring is what it was.

“Flitwick said it was a practical today.” I remembered, and Cedric brightened up considerably.

“About connecting minds?” He asked, and I nodded.

“I think so, partners?” I answered and asked, but I already knew what Cedric was going to say.

“Howdy.” He tipped an imaginary hat at me, and I sniggered.

“Attention seventh years! I’d like you all to get into pairs, and I will form the mind connecting spell. It will last for just one minute, and there may be minor discomfort as the minute comes to a close. Jordan and Berg, you’re first up.” Flitwick began the charm on the first Hufflepuff and Slytherin duo, and they laughed excitedly as the charm went into effect.

“Diggory and L/n, let’s get to it. Face one another and stare into each other’s eyes.” Flitwick instructed, and Ced beamed at me as we stared at each other.

“Now hold each other’s hands, please.” I felt myself growing sweaty at the thought, but Cedric took my hands with ease, and without breaking eye contact.

His grey eyes were more startling than ever, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell the pretty boy was thinking.

“Ut copulare,” Flitwick began murmuring until out of the corner of my eye I watched a flying wand hit the professor. “Oh!” Flitwick let out a startled cry, and Cedric and I nodded simultaneously as we broke eye contact to stare at him.

“Uh oh.” He tittered nervously, and I swallowed. The last time I heard a professor say uh oh was when Slughorn brewed a de-aging potion and it exploded on one of my classmates, rendering them to infancy for a good three weeks. Rumour had it she still used the pacifier from time to time.

“Do you feel okay?” Flitwick asked, and I nodded.

“I feel fine, Professor. In fact, I’ve never felt better.” This was a lie. I had woken up with a knot the size of a rats nest in my hair this morning, as well as having forgotten to do the potions homework last night. However, my teacher looked relieved, so I smiled at him.

“Same here.” Cedric added, and Flitwick sighed.

“Just in case the spell worked, I won’t be able to perform another one on you until at least a week from now.” Flitwick said, and with that he moved to another pair.

“Well I’d say that went well.” Cedric said, and I snickered.

“About as well as your date with Cho.” I was talking about his final date with Cho, which ended in her pouring a milkshake on his head. 

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and I stuck my tongue out. 

—

“Salazar, what’s the reasoning for all these decorations?” I asked as we left charms. Pink and red decorations hung from ceiling to floor, and it was then that I realised it was Valentines next week.

“Every year the house elves go overboard. We should talk to them about it sometime.” Cedric wrinkled his nose, and I nodded. This was just too much.

“What’s going on over there?” I pointed to a circle that had formed, and it looked like two people were in the centre of it.

“Only one way to find out.” Cedric said, and we slowly approached it. Adrian, a fellow Slytherin, nodded at me.

“What’s going on?” I asked him, and he gestured to the pair inside the circle.

“They’re trapped until they kiss, because a rose fell from the ceiling right in front of them. It’s magically binding, so we could be here a while.” Adrian explained, and I tugged on Cedric’s arm.

“Did you hear that? It’s like mistletoe, they can’t leave til they kiss. It only happens when two people are in love.” I repeated, and Cedric nodded as we walked away from the circle.

“I barely survived the mistletoe.” Cedric said with a shiver, and I laughed as I remembered the girls that had chased Cedric down while waving mistletoe. It had been a sight for sore eyes.

“It’s okay, Ceddie. Time for lunch!”

—

“Could we maybe eat by the lake?” He asked, already having dodged three eager third years. The Great Hall was as busy as ever, and I noticed I myself was subject to several glares.

“I suppose.” I dramatically consented, grabbing two pumpkin pasties and some carrots with hummus from the nearest table. “Let’s go,” I led the charge. 

A particularly determined looking Goyle stood directly in my path, stationed by a suspicious rose. I debated how best to get around, when I felt my feet lift off of the floor altogether.

“Cedric!” I shouted as I was levitated a good ten feet across the hall towards the door. I could only hear Cedric’s laughter as he ran below me, and I ducked as I saw the doorway coming straight for my head.

“Mr. Diggory!” McGonagall was heard shouting across the hall, however we were already halfway to the lake.

Dissolving in a fit of laughter, we sank onto the bank of the lake. 

“Ah, back where it all began.” Cedric grinned towards me. I could think of a great deal of memories surrounding this lake, but I wasn’t entirely sure of any that had marked the beginning of something.

“What began?” I nudged him with my elbow and took a rather ‘unladylike’ bite of my pumpkin pasty.

Cerdric shrugged, and responded by taking a large mouthful of his own. He then grinned with a pumpkin paste covering his teeth.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting!” I threw a pebble at him gently. He simply transformed it into a golden finch. And so, another calm, sunny day was passed by the lake.

••••

After lunch, I took a quick trip to the dorms while Cedric was in quidditch practise. I needed to finish this potions essay, and only one person could save me.

“Come on, Y/n! You’re so slow.” Pansy teased as she speed-walked to the dorm, and I only huffed.

“These legs weren’t made for walking!” I shouted as she entered the portrait, and the only response was the faint echo of her laughter.

By the time I stepped through the portrait, the common-room was empty aside a few stray kids from the years below. I walked through the short hallway to our dorm, and Pansy was staring directly at me as I came in, a note in her hand. 

“I’m the first to admit that I’m reckless, I get lost in your beauty and I can’t see two feet in front of me.” Pansy read it aloud, and I froze.

“What the fuck is this?” She asked, and I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I got another one yesterday, I kinda forgot about it.” I explained, and Pansy raised an eyebrow.

“That’s sus, but whatever. Come on, let’s get to the library!”

—

“Holy Hippogriff!” I jumped as I felt a hard impact in my lower back. 

“You okay y/n?” Pansy frowned as I rubbed my back. I frowned back, puzzled by this unexplained pain.

“I think so? Something just hit me in the back,” I explained, glancing around for the remnants of a prank of some sort. None appeared. Pansy shrugged and returned to her potions work. I gathered my stuff, and debated where to head next. 

It was the end of the day, and I had completed all of my homework. So I was blessed with some nice free time. In a last second decision I veered towards the Quidditch pitch to meet Cedric after his practice. 

“Hey y/n!”  A sweet voice called out as I was about to duck out of the entrance hall.

“Hello Holly!” I spun on my heel. Holly was always quite nice to me, even though most of the Gryffindors avoided me. “How are you?” 

“Swell thanks,” she nodded. “Just wanted to say congrats to you and Diggory! You two are so cute together!” I blushed all the way up to my ears.

“No I-“ she was already speeding down the hall back towards the tower. I sighed and continued towards the pitch.

••••

“Y/n!” Cedric waved across the field towards me. I noticed him limping slightly, but didn’t think anything of it. 

“How was practice Ced?” I asked, and he only shrugged.

“Managed to take a bludger to the back, but it wasn’t too bad.” He said as he approached me. 

“Doesn’t look good if you’re limping. Want to go to Pomfrey’s?” I gestured towards the various windowsills side by side that was the infirmary, and Cedric shook his head.

“I’m fine, Hooch said it would be worn off by tomorrow. Did you get all your homework done?” He asked, and I saw his face flinch.

“That’s it. We’re going to the infirmary. Give me your arm. Besides, my back has been aching since the library. Maybe I can get it checked out.” He held his arm out curiously, and I wrapped it around my shoulder so I could help him put less pressure on his leg.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He said sheepishly, and I smiled at him.

“I got all my homework done, by the way. Pansy even helped me with the last part of the potions essay that we struggled to do, so I’ll explain it tonight or tomorrow.” I said, and Cedric nodded.

“Sounds good, let’s go.” 

—

“For some reason you’ve both bruised the exact same area in your lower back. Do you two have anything you’d like to share with me?” Pomfrey stared at us, and Cedric laughed.

“It's a complete coincidence!” He said, and I nodded, but I was mentally frowning.

There’s no such thing as coincidences.

—

“One day you’re going to spill the boiling water all over yourself.” I said as I watched Cedric in a feeble attempt to pour the water from 15 inches above into his teacup.

“I’m not the quidditch captain for nothing-ow!” Cedric yelped at the same time I hissed, and I quickly inspected my wrist.

“Some of it just landed on me!” I glared at him, and he stared blankly back.

“It landed on me, Y/n. You’re across the table it couldn’t have splashed you.” Cedric said slowly, and I realised my wrist was bone-dry.

“I swear to Godric I felt it hit me.” I said earnestly, and Cedric nodded.

“I don’t doubt it. Shall we go back to Pomfrey?” Cedric asked, and I shook my head.

“It’s probably nothing. Lighten up, Ced, we’re fine. We’ve got the lovely class of charms next, followed by Sprout’s endless herbology lectures.” I nudged Cedric with my elbow, but he still seemed upset.

“Hey, what’s up?” I leaned closer and murmured, and he leant his head on mine.

“What if it’s not nothing? What if we’ve been cursed somehow?” I wished I could erase the worry from his face.

“I highly doubt that. Hogwarts is one of the safest places ever, and if someone was going around cursing people we would definitely know about it.” I tried my best to reassure him, and he sighed.

“Okay, dipshit. I guess I trust you.”

— 

“Odds on you asking Sprout what the word sex means?” I asked, and Cedric laughed.

“Ten.” I looked at him in surprise. 

“You sure? That’s pretty low.” He nodded.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?” He asked, and I snickered.

“No reason. Three, two, one!”

“Eight!” We both shouted, and I screeched with laughter. Ced was done for.

“No! Rematch!” He said desperately, and I tried to control my laughter.

“Nope! Go ask!” I put my hand over my mouth in an attempt to control my laughter again, and Cedric reluctantly raised his hand.

“Professor? I have a question.” Cedric called out, and Sprout turned around to face us.

“Yes dear?” She smiled at him, and I nudged Cedric’s leg.

“What’s sex?” The entirety of the Hufflepuff-Slytherin class erupted into screams, and Sprout gasped.

“Mr Diggory!” She exclaimed, and I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself.

“Well, as my head of house, I thought you would be the best teacher to ask.” He said, and I noticed his cheeks were bright red. He shot a glare at me before smiling innocently at Sprout. 

“If you stay after class I might be able to explain, however, we are currently in a herbology lesson!” She looked like she was about to cry, and I slapped Cedric’s arm as I laughed.

“You’re insane!” I said, and the smile he gave me made my breath get caught in my throat.

-

The next day I ran into Cedric just before potions. He was about to trip right over his own two feet, when I caught his hand. 

"Morning, clumsy!" I smirked slightly as he brushed off the imaginary dust he had acquired during his slip. 

"Morning, y/n," he mumbled, lacking his regular enthusiasm. After chatting for a minute or two he started to back away slowly. 

"Hey, I just have to run to the bathroom. I'll be back in time for class though!" He yelled over his shoulder now. He started to run down the stony corridor, however I realised after a moment that he was heading the wrong way. 

"Wait! Ced, you're heading towards the common rooms!" I tried to yell after him, but figured he'd learn it in a moment anyway. It's not like he hadn't learned this before either. He came to the Slytherin common room almost as much as I went to the Hufflepuff one. 

I followed his footsteps, figuring I would be able to talk to him on his way back. What I didn't expect was to see a single slip of parchment fluttering to the floor, and Cedric nowhere in sight. 

I bent down quickly to pick it up, crinkling the hard corners with my anxious movements. 

I’m like a boat on the water, you’re the raise on the waves that calm my mind.

It was in the same, scrawling writing as the other notes I had received, and the paper was exactly the same to all of the other's I had received. 

Was it Cedric? I flipped the paper over and looked at the blank back. He couldn't possibly love me. Could he? 

I smiled at the message, remembering when we met up over break once. We had taken his father’s boat sailing, and had somehow managed to capsize on three different occasions. I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and I shoved the message in my pocket.

"Hey!" Cedric called out as he came near.

“Hi, Ced. Or should I say boat on the water?” I twirled the piece of paper around my fingers as he approached, and I watched as his face fell.

“That’s not mine.” He said quickly, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Hmm. If that’s true, then I better go search for my secret admirer.” I grinned as he took the bait and grabbed my hand, tugging me closer to him.

“How long have you known?” Ced asked, and I shrugged.

“I had my suspicions on Finch-Fletchley, but you proved me wrong with this note,” I laughed at Cedric’s reaction. “I’m joking of course, Ceddie. I had no idea who it was, but I’m glad it’s you.”

“Wait, really?” He seriously was the cutest. The way he was looking at me right now made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world; then again, I just might be.

“Of course I am. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been trying to drop hints for four years.” Cedric laughed at my confession, and I elbowed him.

“Oi! I was only laughing because I’ve been dropping hints for five. I figured in our last year at school I may as well confess that I’m in love with you.” My breath caught in my throat, and he raised his hand to my face only to brush a piece of hair out of my eyes.

“You’re in love with me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“It’s practically impossible not to be. Now that you know it’s me, I was wondering if you wanted to be my valentine?” Cedric asked, and a rustling from above made us look up.

A red rose had just bloomed.

-

It was valentine's day. Of course, just about everywhere was packed with starry eyed couples. We had opted to stay at Hogwarts, and have a sweet picnic together. Cedric had taken care of the setting, and I had found all of the food. 

It wasn't a bad effort. In my opinion he went slightly overboard with the pink, but I did appreciate the various hints of green he had added with the plates and napkins. Plus, I had brought plenty of food from the kitchens (which Cedric had shown me in my fourth year) 

We settled down on the edge of the lake, and I took a moment to appreciate the sunny day, and the time I could finally spend with Cedric not just as friends, but as a couple. I laid down, and gently rested my head of Cedric's lap.

"We should have done this a lot sooner," I joked, but I meant it as well. Knowing I could have been dating Cedric for months before now was a little bittersweet. I tried to remember that at least we were here now together. 

I wasn't exactly sure if I believed in soulmates, but I knew that if I had a soulmate, it would be Cedric. 

"Thank goodness you found the note I was going to hide the other day," Cedric smiled.

"That's true, you're no Gryffindor," I teased. "Thank goodness!" I stuck my tongue out in mock disgust. 

And that's when things took a turn. I watched as Cho came up to us, with a nasty frown on her face. Her frown darkened our picnic almost instantly.

“Fuck.” I breathed under my voice. What in Merlin’s name could she possibly want with me and Cedric? Obviously we were about to find out.

“Ceddie, honey!” She sang sweetly as she came closer to us. Cedric shot me a look and quickly set a reassuring, soft kiss on my lips before getting up.

“Cho. What are you doing here?” He asked, sounding incredibly confused. He rubbed his hand through his hair, anxious about her mission

“I came to rescue you!” She grinned innocently. As she reached for her hand I couldn’t help myself.

“Hey! Back off!” She shot me a burning glare, and sent a stinging spell at my wrist.

“Shit,” Cedric and I spoke in unison as we both grabbed our wrists. I muttered a healing spell or two as I glared towards Cho.

“Look, Cho, go away. Okay?” Cedric tried to kindly shoo her away. “I’m perfectly happy with y/n!” I smiled softly, glad to here Cedric say that.

“It’s okay Ceddie! I realised exactly why it was her in that lake and not me!” Cho chirrped. She sounded quite proud of herself, and I was curious what on earth she had come up with.

“Yeah, it’s because I love her!” Cedric explained. Cho let out a shrill laugh, and patted his arm.

“No silly!” She smiled sweetly, as if explaining to a young child. “You THINK you love her!” She shot another laser like look towards me.

“I’m pretty sure I know who I love Cho!” Cedric’s face began to harden as he realised this wasn’t going to be easy to brush off.

“She used a love potion on you!” Cho screeched, grabbing hold of Cedric.

“I said let go of him!” I got up off the blanket and walked over.

“She’s best in our potions class, she’s loved you since we were 13, and she’s a fucking Slytherin!” Cho explained desperately! She had small, glistening tears in her eyes now. I almost felt pity for her, but I couldn’t.

I walked over slowly, deciding exactly what I should say.

“Being a Slytherin doesn’t make me evil Cho, just like you being a Ravenclaw doesn’t make you smart!” I frowned. I hated how much the stereotypes of our houses defined us. “People aren’t able to be perfectly categorised between four groups!” Cho glared and jabbed her wand at me.

Before I realised what was happening, Cedric jumped between me and the flash of white light, but it couldn't stop the spell for some reason. I doubled over in excruciating pain that hit right around my belly button. It was as if my stomach had turned inside out and began to burn the surrounding flesh. I glanced over, and Cedric was in obvious pain as well. 

I couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped from my mouth, and Cedric met my eyes.

“How the hell did you hit Y/n with that?” He spat out, while Cho only stared at us in shock and what looked like panic. After Cedric let out what sounded like a painful groan, Cho waved her wand and relief flooded me.

“Tell me! How did you do it?” Now that he was able to stand up without pain, Cedric got incredibly close to her, towering over her. 

“I-I don’t know! You jumped in front, she must have been faking it!” I watched as Cedric lowered the manicured finger she had pointed at me, and whispered something in her ear. The effect in had on her was instantaneous; she slowly stepped away before turning tail and bolting away.

“We need to go to Pomfrey.” Cedric spoke without looking at me, though when I clasped his hand he squeezed mine tightly.

-

“I don’t know what to tell the pair of you. Have you been hit by an unknown spell in the past month or so?” Pomfrey looked tired, I noticed.

I wondered how often she slept.

“Not that I can think of.” Cedric said, and I nodded. 

“Unless someone’s hit us without us noticing, then no.” I added, and Pomfrey sighed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with the two of you. I’ve only heard of cases like these, never seen one myself. I think there’s only been four or five documented.” She explained, causing Ced and I to exchange glances.

“Well, what happened to those people?” I asked the obvious question, since my lovely boyfriend clearly wasn’t going to. Pomfrey shifted slightly.

“One person in each pair died before a full analysis and case study could be completed.” I almost laughed at the look on Cedric’s face until I realised that one of us was totally going to die soon.

“Well, my darling, it was lovely knowing you.” I patted him on the back, and he wrapped his arms around me, encasing me with love.

“What can we do?” Cedric asked, and Pomfrey shook her head.

“Not a whole lot. Try and remember if the pair of you have been struck by a spell in the past though.” 

-

It took fourteen seconds after we left the infirmary to Cedric to slap his forehead.

“I think we’re stupid.” He said, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Speak for yourself. Personally, I’m the smartest person I know.” He snickered, and I frowned. Where was the joke?

“Flitwick hit us with that spell, remember? And the spell was interrupted halfway through, which created a new spell entirely.” Cedric explained, and I sighed.

“I think we’re stupid too.”

-

We'd spent another lovely 10 years being stupid together. Sure we'd had our ups and downs, but we always knew that we were soulmates.

 Since we had found out about the spell, we've helped Flitwick research whatever charm had put us in the situation of feeling each others pain. It was actually quite strange when I was pregnant with our son, Cedric had noticed the contractions first. 

 After spending a couple of years with Flitwick researching the spell, we'd moved to Scotland and gotten married. Life had been quite pleasant. We owned a small farm where we raised cows and hippogriffs alike. Our son was now 6 years old, and had already decided that he wanted to be in Slytherin 'Just like mummy!'  

Currently we were sitting in our favorite wizarding restaurant. I gazed over towards Cedric's kind face as he helped our son go through the maze on the children's menu. I grinned over at my two lovely boys, and nudged Cedric with my foot under the table.

"Hm?" He looked up, and our son copied him. I smiled towards them both, and silently thanked Merlin that I had these two lovely boys in my life.

"What do you want to eat?" I held up the menu, and raised my eyebrows. Cedric and our son looked at each other and then looked back towards be in sync. 

"PIZZA!" They said together. I giggled and they quickly joined in. 

Just as we share pain, Cedric and I share the multitude of joys that have bloomed in our lives. And that made the joy all the better.

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liquid luck (bill weasley x reader)

summary: reader is an exchange student that draws the attention of bill weasley just in time for valentines day

a/n: another collab with @fromashescomephoenixes yall already know the drill go follow her she is an incredible author as well as person!

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Lifting myself off of the stoney floor, I find myself in a comfortable office filled with trinkets. The circular walls are covered with serious looking portraits, their eyes lit by the glow of the warm fireplace I recently fell out of. As I rise and brush myself off, I find myself face to face with a phoenix.

I stare into it's eyes for a moment as they swirl in fiery embers of color, before I snap back to reality. It had been a long journey, and I would have an equally long day tomorrow given I was arriving mid term- on February 13th.

Turning towards the center of the room, I see a small group of people eagerly grinning towards me. I watched as the girl bobbed on the balls of her feet, and the boy stood, completely relaxed, with a welcoming stance.

“Ms. y/l/n, welcome to Hogwarts!” Albus Dumbledore’s voice greets me. I smiled, my nerves eased by the kind welcome that they had prepared.

“We are most pleased to have you here,” Mcgonagal nods towards me. After properly greeting both of them, I turn my attention to the two people my age, waiting to greet me.

“Oh my Godric! I’m so happy to meet you,” The dark brown, curly haired girl greeted me with a soft hug. Her russet brown skin seemed to radiate warmth as she pulled me into a kind hug. “I’m Anya, and it sounds like you’re in my house. So you’ll be seeing lots of me!” She smiled kindly and nodded towards the pale, freckled boy behind her, signalling for him to come up.

“G’day mate!” The boy said in an extremely poor Australian accent. His honey-gold eyes searched mine, hoping to see the laughing twinkle of his reflected in mind.

“Oh good evening dear chap!” I responded without missing a beat in an equally awful English accent. The red haired boy laughed and I couldn’t help but notice the deep brown flecked through his eyes. Almost like cinnamon.

“So, do you play quidditch?” The boy demanded, grinning still. I was about to respond with an affirmative, but I was cut off.

“Mr Weasley! Your name!” Mcgonagal snapped. I grinned, silently laughing at the situation.

“I’m Bill. Nice to meet you,” He held out his hand. Gently, I placed my small hand into his firm one, and shook.

“Y/n,” I responded.

“I’ll have to show you around sometime y/n.” Bill grinned.

“And I’ll have to show you to our dorm!” Anya exclaimed, taking your arm. “You’re a Hufflepuff, right?” I nodded, remembering Professor Mcgonagal’s brief trip to Koolangka, the Australian wizarding school, to sort me. The strange hat was very different to the process at Koolangka, but seemed to work nonetheless.

“Right-o,” I grinned, enjoying the way my words stood out slightly. We hurried through the castle as Anya explained the basics of what I needed to know to me. By the time we reached the basement, I was nearly asleep on my feet.

The soft golden bedding seemed all together much to inviting, and I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.

•••

I woke up to four girls standing over me, and I yelped in surprise, causing them to step back slightly.

“You’re y/n, right? I’m Amelia Abbott,” A brown haired girl began talking, and proceeded to point at the rest of the Hufflepuff’s. “That’s Ella Finch-Fletchey, that’s Caroline Jordan, and this is Teresa Berg.” She finished, and I waved at the girls in turn.

“Nice to meet you all!” I said as I hopped out of bed, and Teresa instantly took my arm.

“Anya told us you and Bill Weasley hit it off. He hardly ever speaks to girls, but that’s because we’re always drooling over him.” She said, and her blonde locks swung as she spoke.

“He’s nice, I guess.” I said, albeit uncertainly, and the rest of the Hufflepuff’s giggled.

“We can’t wait for you to date!” Ella chattered, and Caroline shook her head.

“You’re scaring her, the poor thing. We’ll let you get changed and meet you down at the common room, you must be starving!” The four girls were off in a whirl as Caroline herded them out, and I shot her a grateful smile.

As the room stilled, I took a deep breath. I was really here, at Hogwarts, in the badger’s sett, the place I finally belonged.

I took my time putting on my Hufflepuff robes, the cheery yellow making me smile. With that smile came the thought of Bill Weasley’s blue eyes, and the odd feeling I had had around him.

“Y/n!” A voice that sounded like Ella called from the common room, and I did a final stroke of the hairbrush through my hair.

“Coming!” I called, and I set the hairbrush down as I looked in the mirror.

I was ready.

The group of girls led me down the hallway, occasionally pausing their giggling and teasing of each other to point out important land marks:

“And that’s where Ella snogged Simon Brown!” Teresa grinned as she pointed towards a particularly large statue of a goblin. Ella slugged Teresa's arm in a friendly manner, and Teresa stuck her tongue out before we continued to move on.

“Oh my! That’s where those third years got in a fight about quidditch last week,” Caroline nudged me, although I doubted whether or not this information would come in useful later.

Finally we reached the great hall, and made our ways to the hufflepuff table. I eagerly searched for some vegimite on toast, or a Ned Kelly pie. But I was sadly disappointed as my friends explained neither of those things exist in England. Instead, Ella plonked a bowl of oatmeal onto my plate.

“Dig in,” she winked. I sighed, resigning myself to the warm slop on my plate. It could be worse I reckon: she could have given me scrambled eggs.

I’m shaken from my silent contemplation of the evils of scrambled eggs by none other than Bill Weasley himself.

“Top of the mornin’” Bill greets in an exaggerated English accent this time.

“Merlin, am I ever going to here your real accent?” I try to look annoyed before slipping into a smile.

“Ay. That depends,” he attempts a Scottish accent this time. I suppose it’s a running joke at this point.

“On what?” I raise an eyebrow, while reaching for my juice. Upon doing so, I realise all five of my new friends are eagerly drinking up this juicy interaction.

“I was hoping to show you around,” he begins looking slightly nervous. I notice he has begun to twist his wand between his strong fingers. I nod reassuringly and he continues.

“But I’m busy with head boy duties and all, so we might have to break curfew...” I nearly leap at the adventure, but pause contemplating. Would it really be a good idea to risk being caught breaking rules already?

“It would be an adventure,” he suggests, smiling while his eyes toil with excitement.

“Well, you’ll have to make it worth my time...” I smirk slightly. He grabs my hand and shakes it eagerly.

“Just you wait y/n!”

•••

I go through the rest of the day eagerly curious for what Bill has in store for my grand tour of Hogwarts.

Although, I can’t tell who is more excited for it: me or the five girls who have discussed the breakfast occurrence at least seven times by now.

“Come on, Y/n! At least promise us you’ll snog his tonsils out!” Ella begged, and I whipped my head round to stare at her. We were currently lounging in the common room, with Amelia checking the time every five minutes.

“He’s showing me around the castle, not planning to pull me into an abandoned classroom!” I squealed, and the girls squealed alongside me, eager at the thought.

"Well he'll have to pull you into an abandoned classroom if he's going to give you a full tour!" Teresa laughed, teasing me.

Luckily, we were finally in our last class of the day. Which we happened to have with the Gryffindors.

“Please partner up!” Professor Mcgonagal announces. “We shall be practically applying our skills at transfiguring human features.” She pauses to allow the buzzing students to partner up. I turn around to see Teresa and Caroline looking apologetically towards me. I face the other way and find Ella and Anya in the same situation.

“Maybe we could have a group of three?” Caroline offers, sounding thoroughly unconvinced of Mcgonagal’s enthusiasm for the idea.

“No need!” Bill grins as he swaggers our way, and leans against my desk. “Partners?” I grin as a slight blush creeps up my neck. Biting my lip I nod and let him brush my hand to guide me across the room.

“Please only transfigure your partner with human features!” Mcgonagal reminds us, and I shiver slightly as I remember the time my brother was transfigured into a part-human part- platypus form last year.

“So, are you much good at transfiguration?” Bill asks conversationally. I take a moment to answer, concentrating on the transfiguration I’ll be attempting.

I decide to give him a beard, perhaps slightly inspired by Dumbledore’s. I flicked my wand in a short line, and smirked as a fiery red beard grew. Unfortunately, I made it slightly shorter than anticipated and...

Fuck. He looked hot with a beard. He raised an eyebrow. “So I’ll take that as a yes?” I giggled.

“Sure,” I admitted. We spent the rest of class firing spells back and forth until I had abnormally long pink hair, with large sapphire eyes. Bill was sporting equally vivid green locks with some slightly scary purple eyes. And a beard of the previously desired length.

Our laughter echoed through the hallway on our way to the great hall. Just before walking into the hall, Bill threw his arm around me as he laughed particularly hard.

The moment was broken as he glanced at his watch, and frowned.

“I’ll pick you up tonight. Some time close to midnight,” he shouted as he walked away. I watched as he walked in a relaxed manner down the halls. Although, I raised my eyebrow as I watched him take a small sip of a strangely sparkling substance.

We were still sat in the common room at 12 o’clock, and there had been no sign of Bill Weasley.

“Maybe he forgot?” Caroline murmured, and Teresa bit her lip as she shook her head slightly.

“We ought to be off to bed, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation. Filch might have caught him!” She said, and everyone nodded.

“Come on, bed time!” Ella began herding everyone off to bed, and I numbly followed.  I wasn’t quite sure what to think after Bill’s no-show, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.

Tap, tap

I woke up out of my light sleep with a start. My owl, Goldie, usually only delivered in the mornings. I took a moment to rub my eyes and nearly tumbled out of bed as I saw that it wasn't in fact my owl, but rather a certain Bill Weasley. Throwing open the window, I tried to keep my voice down so I wouldn't wake anyone else.

"Bill? Why and how are you hovering outside my dorm window?" I asked, sleep thick in my voice.

"I'm here for your tour, pretty girl.” I blushed as he called me pretty, knowing I was anything but with my messy hair and bright pink pajamas. "You might want a jacket though," he frowned, gesturing to the frigid, snowy air.

I quickly pulled on my favorite denim jacket, and some leggings. Then, I went back to the window.

"A broom?" I took in the sight of his fairly muscular form on the broom, and noticed a golden, knowing sparkle in his eyes. As if whatever happened, he was one step ahead of me.

"You seem like the type to play quidditch," he shrugged. I grinned, rejoicing at the chance to get back on a broom after all this time.

"You were right," I slid out of the window into the slightly snow covered roof. Wrapping my arms around Bill's waist I let his warmth bleed into my freezing skin. Somehow this felt so right.

"You're warm," I mumbled. I only realised after I spoke how awkward this sounded, but Bill simply smiled and cast a warming charm over me.

"Bet you didn't have much use for those in Australia?" If only he knew how windy my city had been. Although he was right, I never learned a proper warming charm at school.

“Not so much. We spent hours on cooling charms though.” Just like that, I replaced Bill’s warming charm with a cooling one, and he yelped in surprise.

“Y/n!” He shouted into the night’s air, and I laughed as I clutched his waist tighter. It was gone as soon as I cast it, and Bill’s warming charm once again encased us.

“So I’ve been thinking, Y/n. Why’d you come to Hogwarts at the end of January? School term starts in September, you know?” He asked, and I peered down to see that we were circling the quidditch pitch.

“Well my old school, Koolangka, has school from the end of January to mid-December, and every ten weeks we got to go home for two. Every Australian school’s like that, probably because we’re superior.” I said, and Bill turned his head over his shoulder to grin before facing the front of the broom again.

“Say, did you have the sorting hat in Australia?” He asked, and I shook my head before realising he couldn’t quite see me.

“Not exactly. Australia still has the four houses, but instead they’re focussed on air, fire, water and earth. Caeli is Latin for air, ignis for fire, aqua for water, and terra for earth. We have a boomerang that assists in sorting us, and we just have to throw it as fair as we can. Whatever colour it returns covered in is our house.” I explained, and it wasn’t until I finished that I realised how boring it sounded.

“That sounds awesome! I’ve always wanted to go to Australia, but my mum is obsessed with Egypt, so I doubt I’ll get to go.” Bill sounded a bit sad, so I took a leap of faith.

“It’s awesome, Bill! I can show you all the secret spots, and we can visit Numisma, the Australian wizard school.” I said nervously, but I shouldn’t have worried.

“I’d really like that. I might land here on the pitch.” Bill soared down, and I laughed excitedly as we reached the grass.

My feet crunched into the frosty ground, and I spread my arms out as I breathed in the chilly air.

"Imagine playing here," I closed my eyes and pictured the stadium seats full of young witches and wizards, and the sky filled with brooms. Bill saw me and added in background  cheering. I laughed and turned towards him. He grinned, seeing my smile.

"Is this used for anything other than quidditch?" I asked, thinking that this huge space couldn't possibly be used only for quidditch.

"The only other thing held here is the 7th year ball," Bill explained. Instantly my vision of the stadium filled with quidditch fans shifted to a beautifully lit dance floor, filled with laughter and lovely dress robes.

"A ball!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "Is it very formal?" I felt concerned, realizing I had no idea how to waltz, or swing, or foxtrot or anything...

"No, no. It's not really anything to worry about." He saw my distress, but then his face lit up. "Although I could teach you a few moves," He offered as he extended his hand. I placed my hand gently in his, and let him pull me towards him.

Lumos Maxima Bill whispered, and then whispered another soft spell to play a quiet waltz throughout the stadium.

Slowly and gracefully I let Bill lead me through the steps. Gradually we sped up, and I stopped stepping on his feet so much. His light charm faded, and soon our faces were only illuminated by the stars as we spun and stepped across the cool grass.

Eventually the music came to an end, but I stayed in my dancing position still.

"You're very beautiful," He blushed, glancing away and sticking his hands into his jean pockets. I smiled, although I'm sure I blushed slightly as well. "I er- I just mean..." he stammered a bit.

"The Bill Weasley? Nervous about talking to me?" I teased, and he blushed even redder.

"Well, you see it is Valentine's day," he smiled slightly, and I blushed a little. "And I just thought you might, maybe-" He took a deep breath and collected himself. "Perhaps you would want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" I beamed at him. Despite only knowing Bill for a day or two, I could tell that he was the kind of guy I wanted to know better.

"Of course!" I smiled, and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me, and I breathed in the slightly salty sea air smell about him. "Just one question," I looked up, and he gazed with concern towards me.

"Where's Hogsmeade?" We laughed, and he closed the slight gap to kiss me lightly.

He tasted like the dancing love of liquid luck.

[acciomalfoy]

i’ll lose my mind at least another thousand times (fred weasley x reader drabble)

a/n: ms girl idk what this is

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“Eyes blue or brown can’t remember, lot of time has passed since the third of December,” It was actually the fifth of May, but I didn’t have the talent or mental capacity to change the lyrics now. Not when I was sat in front of the Black Lake, the creatures being the only ones who ever seem to listen to me.

“Eyes green or grey can’t remember, but I bet you know the colour of Heather’s.” It had been over a year now, and a choked sob escaped my throat as I realised I could no longer remember Fred’s eye colour. Maybe if I had kept in contact with George, but it was just too painful.

The bark from the tree had begun digging into my back quite some time ago, and I only just began noticing it. I sighed quietly, and the mermaids waved back as I signalled I would be heading back into the castle.

Despite the year having passed, as I began my incline to the castle I couldn’t stop myself from hearing the sounds of battle.

The screams of students, children, being forced to fight in a war, some against their parents, had been too much for me then, and it was too much for me now.

I looked down as I walked, my eyes straying to the stupid promise ring on my left hand. Stupid, empty promises.

The courtyard, after all this time, reeked with the scent of death. I couldn’t look anywhere without seeing the bodies of my classmates, my friends and my families in the position they died.

“Stay safe, darling.” Fred had kissed my forehead with a grin, and I had only smiled back.

“I’m just too skilled for an old death eater to kill me. You stay safe too, pretty boy.” We had shared one last chaste kiss on the lips before charging headfirst into the battle.

The wall had been rebuilt. I wanted to smash it into smithereens, as many pieces as Voldemort had broken into, but I couldn’t. The wall wouldn’t bring him back.

Nothing would.

[acciomalfoy]

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the familiar scent of peppermint (theo nott x reader)

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“Morning, sister dearest.” Draco smiled at me as I sat next to him, my seat in the Great Hall vacant.

“I don’t want to hear it. Where’s Theo?” I paused. “And Blaise?” I held my breath for a long moment as Draco regarded me, and I held his gaze.

“They’ll be here shortly. Blaise had a wardrobe malfunction.” Draco said, his lips stretching into a small smile. I sniggered, and turned around when I felt a whack on my shoulder.

“That’s not a very nice greeting, is it now Blaise?” I mocked, and I smiled when I saw Theo standing behind him.

“Hey Y/n. Sleep well?” He asked as he slid into the seat across from me, and I almost melted into a puddle. I felt my brothers ever present gaze on me, and I nodded.

“Something like that. Got any plans for Christmas break?” I wondered, and he shrugged.

“Owls are coming.” Theo said, and I looked up to see the flock of owls swooping down.

“There’s Chewy and Joopie.” I saw myself and Draco’s owls before he did, and Chewy sat himself in front of me.

“Hey, pretty boy.” I cooed as I took the letter from his beak, and I offered him a blueberry as a reward. He stared at me, and I reluctantly offered two that he snatched up.

“What’s yours say?” Draco was already trying to peer at my letter before opening his, and I rolled my eyes.

“Let me read it myself, will ya?” I sighed loudly as I undid the seal, and I began reading.

To Y/n Malfoy,

Morning darling! Last week we found out that Milly Bulstrode got engaged, do you remember that? You used to play with her when you were in diapers! Well, it has set your father off. Most people are already betrothed by the time their your age, and with a war coming your father has decided it’s time to find suitors for yourself and your brother. Yours will be a Christmas wedding, I’ve already started planning it. If you have any preferences for men and for the wedding, do let me know so I can discuss it with your father.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy, neé Black.

I froze, and I felt Draco freeze beside me as we read the letter at the exact same time.

“We’re fucked.” I said, and I hated how wobbly my voice sounded. I was a Malfoy, and it wasn’t appropriate in the slightest.

“What?” Blaise asked, but I saw Theo nudge him. I risked a glance at Draco, and we were deers in a headlight.

“Father’s begun meeting suitors for Y/n, she’s to be married on Christmas Day. My wedding will be sometime after that.” Draco muttered, and I stared helplessly at my plate.

“What can we do?” Theo asked, and my heart ached even more than it ordinarily did.

“Unless one of you want to marry her, nothing.”

Blaise choked on his coffee and began to laugh. I glared at him while mentally searching for a suitable response. Unfortunately I was distracted by the adorable blush that had settled on Theo’s face. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly and laughed slightly- to me it sounded forced but I’m sure it was simply my imagination running wild again.

—

Luckily I had a free period after breakfast, which I spent in my room crafting a response to my mother dearest. It was turning into a harder task than I anticipated to say the least.

Dearest Mother.

I do in fact remember dear Milly! She was the brat that stole my—

No, too bitter. I sighed. How could I pretend to like her when all I had were unpleasant memories of us as five year olds? I began again, focusing on another point of my mother’s letter.

Hello mother,

I certainly was pleased to here from you! About the wedding: could we have Santa Claus there?

This wouldn’t do at all. I knew it was no use to argue, especially since it was only a little over two weeks before the dreaded day. Perhaps if I phrased it correctly I could by myself a little more choice in the matter. I began a fresh piece of parchment  and crafted a final letter.

Dearest Mother,

I must say I was surprised by this unexpected announcement! In fact it is shocking that nothing has been arranged previously... A Christmas wedding will be lovely, especially if we can use lots of Slytherin green in the decor. In the theme of Christmas, I had an idea: what if I had twelve days (starting tomorrow) to find a fiancé? Otherwise, of course, the choice will be left to you and father. Please do let me know!

Love,

Y/n

I rewrote the letter twice to ensure it used an acceptable amount of prim phrasing in order to please her. Unfortunately, I was so wrapped up in my work that I didn’t even hear my brother invite himself into my dorm.

“Always the perfect daughter, aren’t we?” He teased with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

“Please. As if you wouldn’t say anything to gain even the smallest amount of control over this.”

“Oh believe me, I have,” Draco grinned before leaving. I rolled my eyes. Of course he would have an easier time with his dashing good looks and many love interests.

——

I counted through the list again. I had managed to find four suitable suitors that might be bearable for both me and my family. Unfortunately only one of those truly stood out.

Theodore Nott.

——

Lunch was quiet that day. Mother had given me the go-ahead, but no doubt she was already cooking up suitors. Draco and I were obviously a bit quiet, which left a lot of conversation space for Blaise to fill without much help from Theo. I eventually huffed so much Blaise was forced to stop mid-conversation about his mothers eighth husband. Something like that.

“What do you want, baby Malfoy?” He laughed at the face I made, and I shook my head.

“You’re going to have to marry me, Blaise. Mother has given me twelve days to find a husband, and you’ll do.” I said, and Blaise spat his mouthful of pumpkin juice all over me.

“You little bitch!” I cried as I stood up in shock, and Blaise, for his part, seemed shocked.

“I’ll do? I’ll have you know that I intend on being the best husband ever to exist, you maniac. Besides, I’ve been betrothed to Alexandra Abbott since before I was born, thanks to my ever-present father.” I winced. I hadn’t known that, and neither had Theo by the look on his face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, and Blaise shook his head.

“I already know that Mum will kill her after the wedding, let’s not beat around the bush. Did you want to meet that same fate?” He fired back, and I shook my head.

“Death seems sort of appetising right about now, but I’ve got to go interrogate my other options.” I explained, and Blaise followed Theo in squinting at me.

“When you planning on interviewing me?” Theo asked quietly, looking at me the way he does. He was so pretty it hurt.

“Best til last, darling. Best til last.” I replied, my heart fucking hammering in my chest. I wanted to curl into a ball and cry, but no one could see me like that aside my brother. Draco stood up suddenly.

“We have a free period. Anyone joining me in the library?” He asked, and we all stood up.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Blaise said, and off we went.

—

“Give me that, you tosser!” I watched as Blaise snatched his potions essay back from Draco, and I rolled my eyes. Blaise knew even less about potions than I did, and that was saying something.

“Need help?” Theo murmured from beside me, and I turned to smile at him.

“Thank you, Theo, but-“ He waved his hand in my face, and settled his finger on my lips, silencing me. Now that they were right in front of me, I noticed the rings he adorned on his fingers. I recognised two of the four as being Nott family heirlooms, but that was about it.

“Malfoy’s don’t need help,” Theo mimicked something I had definitely said in the past, and I laughed.

“You’re annoying. Cute, but annoying.” I picked up my quill quickly, fucking terrified as to why I just said that.

There was a long pause.

“I’ll have you know I’m not annoying at all, just cool.” He said, and I grinned back at him.

“Why have you started writing about asphodel roots? We’re doing pearl dust this week, and following up with amortentia next week.” Theo explained, and I frowned. Potions sucked.

“When did we asphodel roots?” I asked warily, and Theo bit his lip. His pink, soft looking lips.

“First year?” I stared at him blankly.

“Come on, let’s sort out this essay.” He said kindly, and he pulled my chair closer to him. I hid my blushing cheeks behind my hair, and nodded.

“So... Pearl dust-“ I begin, but trail off. I’ve realised I know absolutely nothing on the topic. “Is used in Amortentia,” Theo nodded, amused at how I was struggling.

“Hey! You said you’d help! Stop laughing,”

I faked a pout and turned away from him. Thank Salazar I did because he gently brushed my arm and turned me back around.

“Alright! Alright,” He threw his hands up before pulling his chair even closer to mine. I decided to glare at my parchment rather than acknowledge his strong gaze on the gradually redder side of my face. I bit back a smile, and thankfully he broke the silence.

“Well, for starters,” He briefly touched my hand. Was that on purpose? Quick, focus. “They symbolise loyalty,” He explained. “Therefore they play a strong role in creating the obsession part of the potion,” he continued. I frowned though, as it didn’t quite make sense.

“But people in real love are loyal,” I looked up at him, but he seemed to be staring into space.

“They should be,” he replied darkly. He brushed my hand one last time before rapidly exiting the library. I was torn whether I should follow or leave him be. He always had been a bit more of a loner. But then again, most slytherins are...

I walked back to the dungeons on my own. Since Theo ran off, I had to piece together the two facts I knew into about seven inches of parchment. Thank Salazar that I had big handwriting, although I’m sure the teachers wouldn’t see that as a positive.

“Y/n!” I heard footsteps chasing after me. Then a tall shadow.

“Theo,” I greeted him with a nod. I kept walking, as I knew I would soon fall behind his quick strides.

“Sorry I ran off,” He whispered a bit. I noticed he was rubbing the back of his neck again.

“It’s okay,” I nodded, deciding not to push the topic right now. We walked in silence a little farther until I tried to start a new conversation.

“So, what does your amortentia smell like?” I asked brightly. I knew I’d have to invent something if he asked me, but my curiosity got the better of me.

“Oh, er-“ he mumbled about squid for a moment before quickly excusing himself to go to the great hall. So, I continued towards the common room myself.

“Dearest Sister!” Draco cried dramatically from his favorite green armchair. He always sat there, and most of the first years knew better by now than to test that fact.

“Yes?” I groaned, not feeling up to being nice today.

“Yikes who stepped on your snake tail?” He asked in a cold but slightly teasing tone.

“Sorry Draco, I’ve had a long day.” I sighed.

“Yeah a long day flirting with one of my best mates!”

“One of your best mates? I’ll have you know that Mother introduced me to Theo first!” I retorted, and slowly froze as I met Draco’s smirk.

“So I’m right, then? You fancy the pants off of him!” Draco was always quick to draw conclusions, I’ll give him that.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway, considering I’m marrying the man of mother’s choice.” I said glumly, and Draco waved his hand.

“She gave you like a week and a half did she not?” He asked, and I nodded.

“So? I-I’m not like you, Draco. I don’t have people falling at my feet, and I know I’m going to have to marry whoever she chooses.” I hadn’t admitted my embarrassing insecurities to my brother yet, and I was met with silence.

“Literally shut up. Do you remember in third year when you started getting those letters? The ones that talked about how pretty you are, and the boys that all wanted to ask you out?” I did remember, and I remembered the embarrassment of when they stopped, proving it was all a joke.

“I tracked down every single one of those boys, and I made sure they knew they didn’t deserve you. Don’t fucking doubt who you are or your worth.” He stood up aruptedly, and walked right out of the common room.

I sat in the common room for a long time, the Black Lake’s creatures my only company. It wasn’t until I heard one of my favourite drawls talking to the Bloody Baron.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Blaise asked as he stared at me, and I stared back.

“What?” Blaise scoffed.

“You need to fucking talk to your mother, or at least someone you can marry. We have ten days left of school, and you’re wasting them all moping about.”

“I am not!” I cried. “I have a list,” The second I said that I regretted it. Blaise shook his head.

“A list?” He rubbed his eyebrow for a moment, as if he was the expert of instantly finding a suitor that was also acceptable to your parents. I allowed the silence to stretch out while he took a seat sprawling gracefully upon the green velvet couch.

“Well,” He began impatiently, “let’s see it then!” I blushed, especially since it was so small. I held a silent debate over whether I really wanted Blaise to see it or not. He made the choice for me by summoning it from my dorm.

“Oh Merlin,” I slumped further into my cushy armchair.

“Graham Montague?” Blaise knitted his eyebrows together. “He’s already betrothed,”

“So are you,” I sighed. Blaise laughed a cold laugh.

“Sorry darling,” He threw a wink my way.

“Wow, my mother really was late to the party huh?” I joined in with my own dry laugh for a moment.

“You would go mad if you married Crabbe or Goyle,” He shook his head.

“Didn’t even write them down,”

“That leaves Miles Bletchley or Theo,”

“So do you think I should pick a target out of those two?” Blaise nodded as I said this. Of course I should. And of course it should be Theo. If I had retained my right to pick my own fiancé in my own time it probably would have been him anyway.

“It should be Theo,” I admitted.

“Merlin, It only took an arranged marriage to get you to say that.” Blaise smirked at me.

“What do you mean?!”

“Anyways, you have ten days to get him to agree to marry you.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“So what’s the plan?” Honestly Blaise couldn’t really expect me to know how to charm Theo after the various train wrecks of today...

——

The piles of papers around were parchments I never thought I would have read anytime soon. Instead of trying to revive my potions grade I was attempting to decide what kind of bouquet I would like for my wedding.

“I think the roses suit you.” Pansy said, and I stared at her.

“Everything suits me.” Pansy snorted, and I glared.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Anyway, roses also suit Theo, so you don’t have to stress about the bouquet anymore. Cissy said she can arrange to have green flowers, since the theme is going to be white and Slytherin green. Salazar, I wish I were getting married!” Pansy sighed quite dramatically in my opinion, and flopped onto her bed.

“It might not be to Theo, stop getting my hopes up.” I said glumly, and Pansy sighed again.

“Go talk to him, I’m sick of you complaining.” As if to prove a point, she then turned and faced the opposite way. I stood up, rolling my eyes at her back.

“Whatever.” I huffed as I walked out, and I scoffed when I saw the finger Pansy had blindly shoved in my direction.

As I walked down to the common room, I saw a familiar mop of brown curls and couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Theodore Nott really was something.

“Hey.” I slid onto the love seat beside him, and he looked up from the book he was reading.

“Y/n. How are you? Potions treating you better?” The smirk on his face made my failing potions grade absolutely worth it.

“Something like that. Have you decided on your Christmas plans yet?” I asked, and Theo shrugged.

“Attend your wedding, I assume.” I swallowed. Six days left until my timer was up and Mother had free reign.

“We should just ditch it.” I suggested, and he laughed.

“Not much of a wedding without you, is it?” He had a point, but I wasn’t in the mood for it.

“If you had to get married right now who would you choose?” I asked, and Theo stared at me.

“I don’t know. Probably Draco, I heard his hair is insured for millions.” I snorted at the unexpected joke, and Theo grinned at me.

“Almost a billion, I’ll have you know.” I added, and Theo nodded.

“I can tell. Anyway, why do you ask? Are you getting married to a girl?” I was happy to see Theo wasn’t being a dick, and he was just curious.

“No, I’m just wondering who’d you pick. Pansy, right?” I knew damn well Theo didn’t like Pansy, but I enjoyed stirring the pot a little too much.

“Shut up, Y/n. You’ll make me sick right here! Honestly, I would probably just run away and return when I feel I’m ready.”

“You’re a wise guy, Theo.” I said, and when I saw his dimples I almost collapsed on the couch.

—

The weekend had proved to be a waste of time, and I had hardly talked to Theo, too busy drowning in school assignments while trying to plan my wedding. It was a double potions on Monday, and I fucking hated potions.

“What are we learning today?” I whispered to Pansy as I slid into my seat beside her.

“Amortentia.” She replied, and I nodded. That explained why the smell of Theo’s peppermint shampoo drenched the place.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Snape addressed me. “Would you care to explain how you managed to fail our previous essay so dismally,” I mentally facepalmed before attempting to respond.

“I- I’m sorry professor,” According to Snape’s face this was not a suitable response. I tried again: “I’ve been a bit preoccupied this week,”

“And what might have been distracting you enough that you earned a dreadful? Mind you, it was only a few marks off a troll,” His words would have stung less of they weren’t spoken in such a cold, slow voice.

I decided to mumble a jumbled response, given Snape wasn’t the most sympathetic listener.

“Very well,” Snape nodded slightly. “In hopes that your grade will improve, you best sit with Theo and have him help you,” I felt like jumping up and down, and throwing up in the exact same moment. Slowly, I moved over to Theo’s desk while trying to review the conversation starters I had come up with.

Really, I shouldn’t be worrying because I’ve known him my whole life basically. But this was different. I wanted to fucking marry him, not play a game of cards!

“Sorry,” I grimaced while sliding onto the bench.

“Don’t be,” Theo smiled gently. Holy shit, this love potion wouldn’t make me feel any different to how I already felt about him. “Unless you’re apologising for avoiding me all weekend,” He said seriously.

“Well I am sorry about that,” I bit my lip self consciously. He nodded as he spooned out a few teaspoons of pearl dust into the swirly potion.

“I really didn’t mean to, I’ve just been in a different world this week.” He nodded more understandingly this time, as he meticulously chopped the mint leaves we needed to add next.

“Ms. Y/l/n, are you helping or talking?” Snape stormed past our table, looking surly.

“Helping, professor!” Theo assured him.

“Do you smell anything yet?” He inquired. We both shook our heads.

“Could be because Y/n put so much perfume on this morning,” Theo teased me. I couldn’t smell it myself, but maybe I was just becoming desensitised to it.

“Please, you’re cologne and shampoo are practically a cloud around you!” I elbowed him. He simply smirked at me. Snape was looking as amused as I’ve ever seen him.

“You’ve both earned an outstanding,” He snarled before fluttering away.

“But sir!” Theo called after him. “We turned in it on time!” I giggled at his joke, even though I guessed it would prompt one of the few times Snape took points away from his own house. Thankfully, I was wrong. Our potion must have looked better than it smelled I suppose.

——

“You have to ask him!” Pansy elbowed me. It was the next morning, and last night I had totally failed at seducing Theo.

“What do I fucking say?” I whispered angrily. “Hey you’re cute and I like you. Wanna get married in five days?”

We slid into our usual seats in the great hall, and lucky for me Theo was already there.

“What’s up?” He asked smiling at me.

“Not much,” I murmured as I stuffed my face with a piece of pizza. “What class have you got next?”

“Free period, you?”  I could have leapt for joy, this would be a perfect chance to spend more time with him.

“Same! Maybe we could study together?” I suggested.

“Oh very romantic,” Pansy muttered under her breath. Luckily, Theo seemed not to hear.

“Of course.” He smiled. “You might need some more help with the next potions essay!” He smirked.

“Clearly Snape made that arrangement for your benefit,” I pushed him gently. Theo blushed slightly and turned serious.

“I wanted to apologise, you didn’t have to wash your perfume off. I was only teasing about it being to strong,” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thanks, but don’t worry. I didn’t even put it on today.” I responded, forgetting the whole ‘amortentia smells like what you love you’

Everyone was staring at us. Fuck.

“Shall we go study?” Theo asked,  taking my hand and pulling me up from the bench. We were both graciously ignoring the fact our amortentia smells like each other.

“On second thought, maybe we could do something else? I’m just so tired of school, I could really use a break.” Theo stared at me before his face spread into a grin.

“I’ve got just the place.”

—

“Do you come here often?” I asked. We were sat at some point in the Forbidden Forest, and the first five minutes we were here I was practically shitted myself, all too aware of the creatures that resided here.

“Yeah, I’d say so. It’s just so peaceful.” Theo smiled wistfully at the trees, and he was absolutely right. It was silent aside occasional squeaks and squawks, and for the first time in the past week and a half I finally felt calm.

We sat in silence for a long time, and eventually I became too scared to break it. I stole a look at the boy beside me, and I saw Theo had closed his eyes at some point. Free to stare at him without repercussions, I finally got the chance to truly admire him. His curly dark hair made his skin look paler, the olive tones appearing washed out. His eyelashes were long and I was silently jealous of them, considering mine were about as long as my fingernails. When he opened his eyes he smiled.

“Hey.” His voice sounded hoarse, and as time became irrelevant I wondered how long we had been here for.

“Hi.” I said, and I felt so incredibly shy, the way he was looking at me made me want to shrink.

“You look pretty.” He sat up from the rock, and I turned away.

“How long have we been here?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“Long enough to be late to potions.” I sat up quickly and threw myself off of the rock, as though I could apparate into the dungeons.

“Don’t worry, we’ll say we had to do Hagrid a favour or something.” Theo laughed, and we set onwards towards the castle.

“Do you ever think about what life will be like after Hogwarts?” I asked, and Theo didn’t meet my gaze.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I do, I guess. It’s hard to though, because life will be changed so drastically after the war, especially if You-Know-Who wins.” Theo said, and I nodded.

“I know.” Nothing more could be said, and when we walked into potions, the familiar scent of peppermint was overwhelming.

“L/n, Nott. Since you arrived late you’ll be telling the class what you smell in the Amortentia,” Snape ordered, and Theo shared a grimace with me. “L/n, you first.”

“Okay,” I walked up to the front and ignored the stares of my classmates. “I smell peppermint mostly, but there’s also hints of roses mixed with sugar.” I stepped back from the potion, almost hitting my head on a low hanging ingredients shelf.

“Nott.” Theo looked at me nervously, and I tried to smile reassuringly, but I had no clue.

“There’s this perfume, but I’ve no clue what the scent is. I can smell vanilla and cinnamon as well.” He stepped back, and it wasn’t until Pansy elbowed me in the side did I realise what exactly those scents were.

“Professor Snape!” I stood up. Merlin this was taking some guts. “Theo and I left our cauldrons in the common room, we should go get them now,” I grabbed Theo’s hand and we raced towards the door.

“Ms, L/n!” I heard low shouts behind me. “10 points from Slytherin!” The rest of the words were drowned out by cheers of various Gryffindors.

——

Theo and I collapsed in laughter back inside the common room. We sat opposite each other in our favourite green armchairs.

“So why did we really need to leave?” Theo asked. For a moment I thought he was serious, and hadn’t realised what the scent of his amortentia actually was. Then I saw the soft twinkle in his hazel eyes.

“Oh, you know...” I trailed off and big my lip. I decided this would be best to say as fast as possible.

“Wesmelledeachotherinrheamortentiaandivebeeninlovewithyousincethridyearwillyoumarryme?” A small smile began to grow upon Theo’s soft lips.

“Sorry, what was that?” He asked. I wasn’t sure if he truly didn’t understand, or if he was enjoying hearing my thundering heart beat. I took a deep breath. I wanted this to be right.

“Hang on,” I suggested. “We need to go back to the forbidden forest.” I may as well make sure this is as good as it can be...

——

We’re back in the forbidden forest. Theo is still smirking slightly, while also looking slightly confused.

“Now,” I began, wringing my hands back and forth. “Theo I’ve known you since we were babies. I’ve got to say, when we were in diapers I never imagined this happening. But I’ve dreamed of it for a while now. I know this a completely rushed and insane situation, but sometimes that’s what you need to realise... Theo, I really like you, and I can’t imagine marrying anyone other than my best friend. Will you marry me this Christmas?” Theo was grinning like an idiot at me. And he was taking tantalisingly small steps towards me.

“Yes,” He whispered while taking my face in his hands, and gently angling it to fit our lips perfectly together.

Time stopped, and the two days before our wedding seemed like forever. I was here, kissing Theo. My fiancé.

——

Christmas Eve was a quiet affair. It was spent with my family and the Nott’s in Malfoy manor.

Mother was ecstatic about my choice. Apparently that’s who she had been planning on already, but Theo had told me his mom was bent on him marrying for love.

We had a large dinner and completed the final tasks before the big day. Before I knew it, morning was here!

My mother helped me get into my a line style wedding dress. The train stretched fifteen feet behind me, and I loved this one because it had an empire waistline. Our the manor’s greenhouse was the location of our wedding. And despite the strange circumstances, it was everything I’d ever dreamed. There was an aisle between the rows of chairs, with a green runner down the centre for me to walk on.

“You look lovely, darling.” Father patted my shoulder, and I beamed at him. His words of approval were all I ever wanted to hear.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and I nodded. Pansy and Daphne had already walked down with Blaise and Draco, and there was only one thing left to do.

“I love you, dad.” He stared at me for a second, and I began to second-guess myself. I hadn’t called him dad since I was in diapers.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Dad whispered softly, and I squeezed his hand tightly.

“Let’s do this.”

—

The ceremony flew by, as per pureblood customs, and before I knew it I was sat beside Theo, binding ourselves to the marriage certificate.

“You’re a dork.” I laughed in delight as I saw Theo carve a dick onto the table, and he grinned back.

“Shut up. I’m your dork, and you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.” He said, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t be so sure about that. I might get some hints from Yemaya, Blaise’s mother.” He poked me in the side as he stuck in his tongue out, and I leaned on his shoulder, completely in bliss.

Theo really was the best.

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Santa Claus is coming to town! And as a gift he’s leaving you an amazing Christmas collab from me and @derrysdenbrough so get ready!!

Later in the evening he’ll also hopefully be delivering a huuuuge choose your own adventure style Christmas fic so be sure to keep your eye out!

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Oh my heart. Thank you for ‘the way the planets align’ oh my word I am FEELING things right now. ♥️♥️ you are so very talented friend!!

thanks bby! it was a collab with @fromashescomephoenixes she’s just as talented as me ❤️❤️ have a good day angel

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yall im gonna do a series of theo nott x reader 😳

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would you be so kind? (neville longbottom x reader)

this is sheer fluff and dodie essentially wrote this

word count: a teeny tiny 470

“I have a question.” Neville nudged my shoulder with his own as we were sat on our favourite rock in the greenhouse, staring at the beautiful flora in front of us.

“Yes?” I nudged him back, and he stuck his tongue out.

“It might seem strange.” He said, and I only laughed.

“Nev, everything you do is strange, nothing could phase me now.” I said, and he laughed as well.

“How are your lungs? Are they in pain?” He asked, and I stopped walking to stare at him.

“What?” I asked, and I watched as he waved his wand and what looked like a ukulele appeared in his hands.

“‘Cause mine are aching, think I know why. I kinda like it though, you wanna try?” At some stage he had begun singing, and I leaned into him.

“Let's write a story, be in my book.

You've got to join me on my page, at least take a look.” He leaned his head on top of mine, and I took a deep breath. It was absolutely serene, looking around the greenhouse and listening to my bestfriend sing.

“You never told me you could sing.” I murmured, and Neville paused to run his hand through my hair.

“You never asked.” He said, before strumming the strings once again.

“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?” I swore I heard Neville’s voice falter, and I drew away from him to stare at him.

“Was it something I said?” He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but grin right back.

“I think it’s only fair, there’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere.” His strumming slowed, and I cocked my head.

“Nev?” I hadn’t realised the time, and as soon as his name left my lips the greenhouse was lit up with the colours of a thousand sunsets.

“I really like you, Y/n. And I don’t blame you for not liking me back, not when theres a million other blokes who like you, but I just wanted to tell you.” Neville was the most beautiful person I had ever met, and when his head began dipping I reached out to hold it up.

“Why you would ever doubt yourself is beyond me. Personally, my butterflies fly around my brain, and whenever I’m with you my head begins spinning.” He cupped my face, and we were sat on our favourite rock, on top of the world, holding each others faces and our breaths.

“You don’t mean that.” He whispered, and I nodded slowly.

“Of course I do, my sweet Nev.”

It was impossible to say who initiated it, it really was. But suddenly our lips were connected, his lips as soft as I thought they’d be, and the sudden taste of oranges making me laugh.

Oranges really were the best.

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guys pls request a song fic w any song and character 🥺

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the way the planets align (fred weasley x reader)

A/N; this fic is @fromashescomephoenixes child and i assisted in raising it :) so go check her out rn cos she is wonderful!

summary: y/n grew up alongside her two bestfriends, but life had other plans when y/n moved to france when she was 11. prior to the triwizards tournament, fred and y/n are forced to face the lives they lived, and the radio silence of the past year has an explanation afterall.

word count: a whopping 7.5k

-

It’s funny, really. How quickly life can pick you up, and how quickly life can throw you back down.

 “Faster!” I had screamed as the wind rushed through my hair. I remembered this moment the most. With the wind rushing through my hair and knotting it like nothing else, I felt like I was an eagle all the way up here. My nest? Quite simple really. The boy sitting in front of me. 

 Reality though, was quite different. I was on one of the Weasley’s seven brooms, and Fred was sat in front of me. I hadn’t met many quidditch players, but I already knew that Fred was a damn good one. We had had a plan, you see. Once we arrived at Hogwarts, we were going to become the youngest quidditch players ever. We had it all planned out..  

Fred began his descent to the ground in a swift plunge, and I clutched onto him tightly. If I made it to the ground, I was going to murder the idiot. 

 “Freddie!” I yelled out, and he only laughed.

 “Don’t worry y/n! I’m the best quidditch player of all time,” He yelled back, and I wasn’t quite sure what occurred in that moment, but as soon as Fred slowed down his descent by a fraction, I knew I was in for it. 

 “Sure you are,” I giggled. “Although I’m slightly better,” The wind caught Fred’s response to this, so I never heard it. Looking back, I wonder what he had said. For once, everything seemed perfect. When we reached the ground, I was torn between kissing the ground and wishing I was still flying with Fred.

 “I’ll never get sick of flying like that,” Fred smiled. The summer had made his freckles stand out even more than usual. I grinned back at him as we raced into the burrow.  

 “Darling y/n!” Molly greeted me cheerfully. “I haven’t seen you in ages! It must have been at least two hours,” she teased in a loving tone, and I could only grin back at her.

 “I missed you!” Ginny cheerfully chimed in as she gave me a hug. I waved to her and gave her a hug while Fred and George grabbed a couple of pumpkin pasties out of the cupboard.

 “Good afternoon y/n,” Percy greeted me as he peered over the top of his book. He was wearing strange glasses, which he swore he needed but Fred and George said he simply fancied that they made him look more grown up.

 “Er, hello!” I cheerfully replied. Percy always seemed so much more grown up than Fred and George and I, that I almost felt awkward talking with him.

 “Oh!” I remembered suddenly. “Would it be okay if Fred and George come over to my house for dinner tonight?” I asked Molly. Percy glanced up, but quickly resumed his uninterested reading.

 “Please mum!” Fred and George begged one unison. They liked my house because mum always made dessert. Although George always liked to tease me by saying Fred likes dinner anywhere that I was. I didn’t mind that idea, in fact it only made me blush, but I knew George was joking. Molly nodded her approval and we ran out the door, eager to spend the afternoon in the sun. 

 We began our hike to our absolute favourite picnic tree, where the sun was softly filtering through the leaves of the forest. We were by no means quiet as we joked and laughed our way through the woods.

 Finally we reached our picnic tree. I was the first to shimmy up the ladder. We had found the tree about three years ago, and from then on it became our hideout. The tree had such a huge trunk that even with all three of us we couldn’t get our arms around it! The trunk split into three large branches about eight feet off of the ground, and grew on from there.

 “We’ll have to find a new hideout at Hogwarts,” I sighed, but spoke loudly enough so they could hear me down the ladder.

 “I bet there’s some sort of secret room we could use!” Fred suggested eagerly.

 “Or we could just stinkbomb whatever room we want, and then no one else would want to use it!” George suggested as he popped his head over the top of the ladder.

 “Yeah, but I don’t know if I could even get used to that scent,” I wrinkled my nose in memory of the one we set off last Christmas.

 “Ah true,” Fred sighed. “Bet there’s a charm for that issue though!” We giggled and continued to talk about our plans for Hogwarts. We’d all be going next year, although I was still waiting for my letter since my birthday wasn’t until the next week. 

 -

 Dinner was certainly memorable that night. Fred, George and I walked back with about fifteen minutes to spare. They ran across the lane to get changed in time for dinner. I put on my favourite maroon dress and dashed downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell.

 “Hey guys!” Their marching grind beamed towards me and we sat down to a delicious dinner of homemade pizza. I should have noticed something was up, because we only ever had homemade pizza like that when there was big news. At the tender age of 10, this was the worst news I had ever received.

 “Are you boys excited for Hogwarts?” My mum had asked Fred and George. Of course, this launched us all into our carefully laid out plan. This extended to everything from what house we would be in, to what desserts we would eat on the first night.

 “Well, we have some exciting news,” My dad began. I glanced up, curious if my letter had arrived early or something. Unfortunately I was a bit preoccupied by a bit of cheese that was extra gooey on my pizza.

 “You’ll all get to experience two wizarding schools! In a way at least,” Mum announced this and we all instantly wanted to cheer. Secretly I hoped she would say we were all going on a gap year to Durmstrang. There was something so mysterious about it!

 “We’ve enrolled y/n at Beauxbatons as we’ll be moving there in August!” Dad positively beamed towards us all. Obviously they expected a rush of excitement about this, but what were we meant to say? I stared at my mother.

 “Without Fred and George?” My mom nodded a little sadly to confirm my worst fear.

 “But I’m sure you could all write letters or something!” My dad piped up. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t cry in front of Fred and George. Well, I could. They’d be very supportive, but I didn’t want to show them just how upset I was about it.

 “Excuse me,” I pushed aside my plate and left. I bounded up the stairs to my room, which was decorated with Holyhead Harpies posters. In a matter of moments my world had come crashing down. Beauxbatons was in France for Merlin’s sake! I would be completely and utterly alone. I sighed quietly, and opened up my window, leaning against the window sill. 

 It was quiet for a long time, the only sound I could hear being my own shallow breath as I tried to control my tears. A freckle covered arm nudged mine, and when I looked to my right I saw my best friend.

 “You know that nothing will change, right?” He asked quietly, and I laughed humorlessly.

 “Everything will change, Freddie. I can’t abuse Snape with you guys, or be the youngest chaser on the quidditch team. I want to go to Hogwarts.” I leaned my head on Fred’s shoulder, and he let out a long breath.

 “We can write to each other every week. Yeah, we can do that. Everything will be the same, nothing could tear us apart.” It was quiet again.

 “You promise?” I whispered, and he entwined his pinkie finger with mine.

 “I promise.”

••••

 Fred had fucking lied, I thought bitterly. We were sixteen now, and the letter exchanging had fallen through two years ago. I felt resentment rising in my chest, but I knew it was no one’s fault. It’s just the way that things unfold. Now, as I stood outside the Great Hall I had dreamt of entering my entire life, I had to still my hands as they involuntarily shook. I had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to even be afraid of really, and yet I couldn’t stop my heart from clouding my judgement as it always had as a child. Maybe there was just something about Fred that made me lose all inhibitions. 

 “Now!” Madame Maxine shrieked, and the doors flew open with a resounding bang. There was a split second where we froze, the eyes of Hogwarts on us. It wasn’t until the older girls flew forward did the rest of us, and without even seeing him I just knew where Fred was sitting.

 Something about a sixth sense, our parents used to say. I was Fred’s twin instead of George, with how finely tuned our minds were. We were always able to sense when something had happened to the other, or pinpoint the exact location of one another despite being apart. 

 I willed myself to look away from the flurry of red robes in the centre table. Knowing my luck, I would see a Weasley with questions written all over their face. It was something I couldn’t handle right now. Something that maybe I would never be able to handle. I curtseyed when I was supposed to, eyeing a yellow-robed boy who winked at me, and we continued marching forward.

 I knew that the house of courage was the next house to be curtseyed to, and I decided that if I had gone to Hogwarts, I definitely wouldn’t have made it into that house. I stared at the ground as I curtseyed and continued forward. During the dance we performed I was looking at the roof or the ground, anywhere but the sea of students in front of us. We hurried to the side, and I made the fatal mistake of looking into the crowd.

 Right into the eyes of a smiling Fred Weasley. 

••••

I sat down angrily at the Ravenclaw table. I’m not sure if anger was the right word for what I was feeling. But really how else am I supposed to describe the heartbreak, the sense of loss, and fear I felt. It was all too much. I simply couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. Especially as it was the hall we had so expertly planned our pranks, and conversations, and lives for. 

 What hurt the most, quite possibly, was knowing that there had never been a relationship to begin with. I wasn’t sure how old I was when I realised Fred was definitely better looking than most, and at some point during our letter exchange I had begun to fall for my friend. 

 “Y/n?” My friend Marie nudged me. “You looked beautiful out there!” She encouraged me eagerly, seeing that I was incredibly quiet.

 “Merci, Marie.” I managed a small smile towards her. “I just feel a bit out of place,” I shrugged. 

 “Well, I’m sure any number of boys here are eager to make sure we feel right at home,” Marie wiggled her eyebrows towards me as I let out a small laugh. I rolled my eyes before picking up a fork. “What about...” Her eyes scanned the room for a minute.

 “That one!” She pointed towards the Gryffindor table. I nearly choked on my piece of potato when I saw that of all the boys in the room, she had picked him...

 Fred Weasley’s eyes burned into mine again. I couldn’t stand it a moment longer and I murmured a quick excuse before rising from the table and leaving the hall hurriedly.

••••

When making the choice of leaving the hall, I had forgotten one thing. I didn’t know my right from left in this fucking castle. Everything was dimly lit, and there were endless corridors and nooks that aided in my getting hopelessly lost. I could vaguely recall the halls from Hogwarts: A History, but that had been six, seven years ago. 

 Eventually, I gave up and collapsed into a secluded corner. All things considered, there could have been a worse spot to allow four years of harsh feelings catch up to me. The starlight dimly illuminated by shaking hands, and bounced off of my silvery blue skirt. It was altogether peaceful, apart from my soft shuddering sobs. 

 “Hey,” a voice suddenly broke the secrecy of my break down.

 “Fred, I don’t want to see you right now.” I groaned. His warm brown eyes and soft freckles were too much. They still made my heart flutter and my head spin. As if I was soaring through the air on my broom again, a little girl having a crush on a little boy.

 “What? Why not?” He asked, flabbergasted. I turned the other way, and began to trace the soft patterns of my wand, as I often did when I was nervous. 

 “We’re not friends anymore. You clearly forgot me.” I accused him. It felt good to finally see him and show him how awful he had been to stop writing.

 “You’re the one who stopped writing to me!” He fired back, and I slowly shook my head. He had ignored my letters for over a year and had the nerve to lie to my face about it. 

 “Go. Away.” I coldly turned, and positively bolted down the hall. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. Letters had begun growing scarce around our third/fourth year, and it was seemingly reasonless. The trail had truly gone cold at the end of our fourth year, and that was when the real heartbreak had set in. What a time to be alive. 

••••

“George, did you keep writing to y/n?” Fred was sprawled on one of the many lounges in the Gryffindor common room, while George was lying at his feet. 

 “No, we never even started writing to each other,” He shrugged. Y/n and George had never been quite as close, and they naturally fell out of touch when she moved. 

 Fred pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out of his robe pocket, and lovingly smoothed it out.

 “She stopped writing to me in fourth year.” Fred whispered. At this George sat bolt upright. The thought of Fred and Y/n not being best friends was a startling one, one that had never come across his mind. 

 “What do you mean?” George asked, clearly stunned. His twin and y/n had written weekly for as long as he could remember. “Why didn’t you check if it got lost?” Fred shook his head.

 “I did George,” He held up the crumpled paper he was holding. His pained expression was almost too much for the twin to bare. “I wrote four fucking times. This one was going to be my last hope,” He crumpled it back up, and shoved it into a pocket dejectedly. 

 “Oh Fred...” George sighed. “I suppose a prank on Gin is out of the question then?”  

 “I can’t right now.” Fred ribbed his face in his hand. He felt so lost and confused after his encounter with y/n. How could she have thought he would ever want to stop writing to her? Something must have happened to the letters, but he felt like he must be kidding himself if he thought that 5 different letters could get lost. Errol wasn’t that old, was he? 

••••

I dressed quickly in the morning in my pale blue, silky uniform. Although I still sometimes wished that I had gone to Hogwarts, I had to say that the Beauxbatons uniform was much better. As I exited the dormitory I bumped into my friend Maurice who had just exited his dormitory.

 “Salut!” Maurice greeted me cheerfully as we fell into step beside each other. 

 “Quoi de neuf?” I muttered. Though we all mostly spoke English around each other, we also had fun, shorter chats in French. At Beauxbatons they taught most classes in English, except for potions since it was so precise and they couldn’t risk as translational mix up. 

 “You okay y/n?” Maurice asked, pausing and placing a hand on my shoulder. “Aunty Lisa told me to keep an eye on you,” I sighed. Of course, mother would set my cousin on my tail to make sure I didn’t stress. 

 “Never better,” I grinned. “I might, er, run to the bathroom before breakfast,” I turned and threw a wave towards Maurice before I left. I hurried down a random corridor and hoped I’d be able to find a hufflepuff or something to show me to the great hall later.

 For now, I didn’t pay any attention to where I was going as I slowly walked around. I let my eyes drink up the lovely sights of Hogwarts. It was still sinking in that I was finally seeing it, even if I was seeing it under much different circumstances than I had hoped. I ducked away into a corridor as I heard hurried footsteps coming up behind me. Unfortunately I had misjudged, and they were coming towards me, not passing me. 

 “Y/n?” I heard a voice that I vaguely recognised, but couldn’t place. “What are you doing here?” After a moment of thought I finally placed the voice to Percy Weasley. 

 Bloody hell, of the hundreds of student in the castle it seemed I’d only ever meet the Weasleys. 

 “Hello Percy,” I mustered up as much cheerfulness as I could and I tried to walk past him. He grabbed my arm, and I was forced to stop and converse with him.

 “Well!” He smiled broadly, “How have you been?” Clearly he had a much different memory of how close we had been, because he was acting about ten times kinder than I’d expect. 

 “Really well, thank you.” I turned my lips up, hoping to achieve a smile. “Are you hoping to participate in the tournament?” 

 “Oh heavens,” He laughed in a very uptight manner. “No, no. I work for the ministry now.” He said with an air of self importance. 

 “Well, congratulations.” I spoke, with a hint of sarcasm and I made to excuse myself.

 “Would you like me to walk you to breakfast?” I cringed as my escape was foiled. 

 “Er, actually, I was heading to my dorm.” I lied on the spot, cursing the sound of my grumbling tummy. 

 “Oh! Which tower are you in?” I again cursed my poor lie. Thankfully, I was saved (or further doomed) by Fred coming around the corner. 

 “Y/n! Can we please talk?” Fred sprinted towards me and grabbed my hand. I saw some sort of emotion flicker cross Percy’s eyes as I shouted good bye and followed Fred. I laughed once we turned a corner.

 “Thanks Freddie,” I grinned a moment, forgetting I was meant to be angry with him. One more look at his honey brown eyes sent the negative emotions straight into my heart, however. “I’ll be going now,” I began to leave haughtily.

 “No. You won’t.” Fred begged. “Please let me talk to you.” I nearly yielded, but couldn’t stand the idea of my heart broken again with excuses of why my friendship wasn’t worth it. 

 “I can’t talk to you, Fred. Merlin, it hurts for me to even look at you. It’s heartbreak if I’ve ever known it.” I whispered quietly before racing away. Somehow I ended up in the Great Hall, with snot and tears on my face. 

 Before entering, I gently cleaned my face with a charm, and reapplied the natural makeup I had on. Determined to brave the hall before risking running into another Weasley, I calmly walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

 “Oh Marie,” I groaned. It was I could do to keep my composure and not sprawl my head onto the table. Luckily, as my best friend she was able to see this. She patted my back gently, and placed a fresh chocolate croissant on my plate. “Thank you” I smiled. 

 “Of course,” She smiled back towards me. “Did you get lost?” She giggled slightly. 

 “More hopelessly than you could ever know!” To her this would seem like dramatic flair, however I truly felt lost at heart. Unsure how to proceed between Fred’s excuses, Percy’s kindness, and the stress of possibly entering the tournament. I wanted to believe that Fred was telling the truth about the letters, but it didn’t add up.

 The last letter I had sent before Fred stopped writing had been a special one. I had been unable to hold in my feelings towards him any longer. At the end of the letter I had explained that I loved him. Not in the sisterly, or friendly way that I had previously led him to believe. But a real love. 

 Of course he stopped writing. I couldn’t blame him. But I had hoped that he wouldn’t let in stop our friendship. It had hurt. It still hurt, because even though I was young I also knew more than ever that I loved Fred. 

--

“I heard that a ministry official is going to ask you to the ball, y/n.” Marie whispered in that way of hers, and I stared aghast.

“What? Surely that’s illegal.” I whispered back, and Madame Maxine stared at us over the rim of her glasses. I swallowed before picking up my quill.

“Nothing’s illegal for ministry officials, silly. Have you heard of Percy Weasley before?” I froze. Percy fucking Weasley. 

“No, I haven’t. He sounds like a proper nonce.” Marie and I broke into peels of laughter, and another look from Madame silenced us. 

“Will you say yes?” Marie had long mastered the ability to speak with her mouth closed, and had tried in vain to teach me.

“Absolutely not.” I replied, and the sounds we heard for the rest of the lesson were quill scratching parchment and our headmistresses voice. 

-- 

It was on my way to another lunch in the gardens that I was ambushed by arguably my favourite Weasley.

“Hey Georgie.” I couldn’t help the old nickname fall from my lips, and he smiled at me.

“I’ve missed you.” He said, and I smiled sadly.

“I’ve missed you too, silly. I assume you didn’t find me for pleasantries though. You were never the most tactful Weasley, were you?” I laughed at the look of sheer outrage on George’s face, and he eventually chuckled.

“Rumour has it that you stopped talking to my brother a year ago.” He said, and I sighed.

“Fred stopped writing to me after I sent him a letter confessing how I felt about him. Take that as you will, but I took it as a clear rejection.” I took a deep breath, now able to say Fred’s name without falling into pieces. George stopped.

“What? Fred said you stopped talking to him, and I don’t like to think of my brother as a liar.” He said hotly, and I stared at him.

“Am I a liar, Georgie?” 

It was quiet for a long time.

“No, you’re not.” 

-

“Miss L/n!” I should have known that I couldn’t escape Percy Weasley. He was relentless, and I wondered if he knew what the word no meant.

“Hi, Percy. I’m actually on my way to class, I’m afraid.” I tried to end the conversation before it could begin, but no such luck.

“Perfect! I’ve been meaning to walk you to class for a while! Gentlemens chivalry and all.” He looped an arm under mine and I reluctantly started walking.

“Now that I’ve got you here, I wonder how you managed to rank top three in all of your classes. Naturally, I always ranked top five, but that’s mildly less impressive. I think it goes without saying that I topped most of my NEWT’s, but I’m still intrigued on what your methods are. There’s still plenty of learning and memorising that goes on at the Ministry, you see, and I think that you and I would make a great team. Who knows, maybe you can be my assistant when I’m Minister of Magic one day.” I tuned Percy out as quickly as I could. Really, I couldn’t think of anyone who would actually want to listen to Percy for five minutes, let alone the rest of his life. 

I thought wistfully of Fred during the walk to my class, and how much my heart ached at the mention of his name. Maybe I had been harsh on him. Suppose our letters had been lost in the post? It wasn’t unlikely, and it sure would explain why he seemed so confused and upset. 

“Well, this is my stop.” I interrupted him as he droned on and on and on and on and-

“It was a pleasure as always.” Percy picked up my hand and I tried not to gag as he kissed it. Was there anything quite as horrible as this was? I didn’t think so. Oh, maybe your best friend cutting contact with you after you confess your love to him. My life was going spectacularly.  

“See ya.” I darted inside the classroom, spying Maurice and Marie sitting by the door. 

“Hey, y/n.” They chorussed. I noticed with relief that Madame hadn’t arrived yet, and I slid into the seat beside Maurice.

“Salut.” I sat in silence thinking about how weird Percy was, when my breath caught in my throat.

I hadn’t been ranked top three in every class this year, and the last time I had been ranked top three must have been in fourth year. I recalled a quill in my hand as I wrote to Fred excitedly, and the emptiness I had felt upon not receiving a letter. Was it possible? 

I think it was about time I had another chat with George. 

-

“Where are you going George?” Fred glanced up, half interested. His gaze was still fixed on the list of products him and his brother were assembling.

 “Ah, just for a stroll,” George explained as he subtly picked up Fred’s robe instead of his own. The twin hardly nodded, as he became immersed once more in the list of clever tricks and treats they had assembled. George thanked Merlin for his good luck and slipped out the portrait hole.

 Once safely in the corridor, George felt around in the inner pocket to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, it was right where Fred had left it. As always. George pulled out the crumpled parchment, but didn’t dare to open it. It was too personal he had decided. He was simply acting as a messenger, he reminded himself.

 Y/n had invited George to meet her in the library after lunch. Thankfully, after being at the castle for nearly two months at this point, she knew her way around. Now, George thought, all that’s left to do is deliver a letter.

-

“George!” I hissed from a secluded corner of the library. This library was nice, but if I’m being honest I preferred the lighter atmosphere of the library at Beauxbatons.

 “Oh! Hello y/n, fancy seeing you here!” George teased and winked towards me. In return I rolled my eyes, but still had to suppress a giggle at his overused joke. 

 “Look I need to ask-“ I began to feel a little flustered.

 “How did I get my dashing good looks?” He ran a hand through his hair and struck a pose. 

 “No I-“ 

 “Sorry doll, I’m taken. But I have a twin!” George sent finger guns my way, and pretended to swagger away.

 “No! George!” As frustrating as it was, I had missed George’s little jokes. “Did you know Percy had a crush on me?” I questioned firmly. George’s jaw dropped open.

 “I mean-“ He ribbed his neck sheepishly “We used to suspect it in first and second year. But Fred beat him up about it and we thought that was that!” I buried my face in my hands, cringing at the very thought. Merlin’s soggiest sock couldn’t make this any worse. 

 “I think I know what happened,” I sighed. I felt defeated, and mean. I couldn’t believe the things I had said to Fred. How I’d brushed him away. Now the task at hand was talking to that Weasel that had ruined everything. 

 “Well, I don’t know exactly what conclusion you’ve reached,” George gently spoke. “But I think you should read this,” Before he left he pressed the folded, crumpled parchment into her hand. 

-

“George!” Fred sang out as soon as George entered their dorm room. “I have a plan!” He leaped from bed to bed in a happy spirit that often accompanies new hopes.

 “I’m going to ask y/n to the ball!” He exclaimed. George sighed, unsure how his brother thought this would instantly fix things. Luckily for Fred, George had pulled a few extra strings for the odds to be completely in his favour. 

-

“Marie!” I sobbed as she came into the dorm. This was probably not how she expected to find me tonight, and the shock on her face was obvious. 

 I had ripped the covers off of my bed and wrapped them around me like a large cocoon. Then I had promptly laid down and cried for the better part of an hour. At least it was a good test of my makeup setting charm.

 The letter is what did it. Oh! The letter! I cradled it ever closer to my heart as I sobbed again. He had written with all the heartbreak I had felt, with all the love I had felt, with all of the friendship I had felt. And it never got to me! Just as my letter never got to him!

 “He loves me Marie!” I gasped. “He wrote me five letters.” Marie, like the true friend she was, promptly crawled into the cocoon with me and began to rock me softly. 

 “Hush, mon caneton,” she whispered. I steadied my breathing and hugged her tightly. Thank goodness that we had both decided to come on this trip. I don’t know what I would have done without her.

 “I love him too,” I admitted. 

 “Well what are you waiting for?” Marie asked with a knowing look on her face, and I slowly nodded. She was right.

 “Go attack that little weasel.” I laughed in delight, and Marie gave me a soft shove out of our cocoon of blankets.

 “Go!” She repeated, and with another shove I stumbled out of our room. I had no clue where I would find a certain Percy Weasley at this hour, and I didn/t quite know where to begin. Only one person reminded me of Percy, and I figured I may as well head to his room.

 “Professor Snape.” I smiled politely as he opened the door after I knocked, and he merely scowled.

 “Pray tell me what you are doing outside of my classroom.” He sneered, and I stopped smiling.

 “Do you know where I can find-” I was rudely interrupted by none other than the man of the hour.

 “Miss L/n! How I’ve longed to see you!” Percy popped out from being Snape, and I found myself being guided away from the dungeons by the very person I wanted to slap.

 “I’m sure I have longed to see you more.” I said, and he squeezed my shoulder. I almost threw up, right then and there.

 “Why were you looking for me, my dearest?” I was two seconds away from punching the smarmy bastard in the face, and I took a deep breath.

 “I just wanted to let you know that if you ever try to come between Fred and I again, the letters you stole will be the least of your worries. I will ruin you, Weasley, and you better not forget it.” I snarled as I shoved his shoulder before walking off, and the stunned silence fueled my satisfaction.

 It was time to find my Weasley.

 Twenty minutes later and I couldn't find a trace of him. My heart sunk to my stomach. What if my coolness had finally gotten through and he had given up? Was he avoiding me? I slumped into my seat at dinner and leaned my head on Marie's shoulder.

 "I can't find him," I sighed. She reached over and patted my back while she swallowed her bite of quiche.

 "Well, he couldn't have gone too far!" She attempted to cheer me up. Out of habit, my eyes wandered over to the area where Fred and George usually sat. I raised an eyebrow as I found that their spots were empty. Loud footsteps behind me caught my attention and I snapped my head around the other way.

 Thank Merlin, it was George. He was jogging towards me and his robes flapped behind him.

 "Y/n!" He greeted me once he was within earshot. I waved and grabbed another piece of pizza.

 "You play quidditch at Beauxbatons, right?" Marie perked up beside me and grinned before proceeding to sing my praises.

 "She's only the best chaser I've ever seen! You should've seen last sea-" I cut her off, blushing furiously.

 "Yes. I play quidditch." I rolled my eyes.

 "Great, can you help me with something?" George begged. I nodded and followed him out of the room. The sun was just beginning to set, and the air was quite chilly. I wondered what he could possibly need help with at this time. Especially since quidditch had been cancelled this year!

 After we left the hall, and I was extremely puzzled what was happening I began to ask a few quesitons.

 "Do you know where Fred is? I can't find him," I asked George who looked completely bewildered.

 "Fred? No I have no idea!" His voice reached incredibly strange pitches and I realised quite quickly that he was lying.

 "So. What do you need my help with?" I suppressed a grin as I began to see what was happening.

 "Er," There was a pause while George thought of what exactly he had summoned me for. Luckily for him, Ron and Ginny were walking by at that exact moment. "Ron was thinking of trying out for keeper!" He explained desperately.

 Ginny's eyebrows shot up, and she slugged Ron in the arm.

 "Good for you little brother!" Ron's face burned red as they walked away and he began to make excuses.

 "Don't we need Ron for this then?" I grinned at George, and he began to mutter something under his breath.

 The rest of the walk passed relatively quickly as George and I caught up about everything that had happened since I moved. We easily fell into conversation thanks to Fred keeping us both updated on the other. Finally we arrived at the field.

 "Godric! I'm late for something." George looked at his non-existent watch and ran away before I could stop him.

 "What the hell?" I muttered as I began walking back to the exit of the quidditch pitch. Unfortunately, in my angry haze I tripped right over a broom that was lying on the grass. Gingerly, I picked it up, and paused. Why not, I thought, as I mounted the stray broom.

 "Y/n!" From a distance, I thought George had come back. I sped forward slightly, moving the broom precisely and smoothly to greet him. Of course, by 'greet' I meant cast a harmless hair changing charm. Luckily (for his sake,) I quickly noticed it was Fred. Unluckily (for my sake) I was now incredibly flustered and unsure what to say. I chanced a timid wave, and thanked Merlin when he returned it, equally timidly.

 "I'm sorry!" I instantly shouted, speeding down from my perch in the sky. I pulled out of the short dive just a few feet off of the ground.

 "No y/n," Fred shook his head "I'm sorry. I should have known you would never stop writing." He stared at his feet, looking ashamed. "Must've been that goddamn bird," He let out a nervous laugh, but continued to stare at the ground. I didn't want to bring Percy into this yet. He didn't deserve a place in what I hoped would become a treasured memory.

 "It wasn't your fault," My heart was breaking at the pain on his face. But how do you break this sort of news kindly? "I shouldn't have thought you would stop writing either, I just-" I trailed off, unsure what to say.

 "What was in that last letter you sent?" He asked glancing up. I paused, hopping off my broom. Fred followed in his actions, and our eyes finally met.

 "Wait, you never even saw it?" I knew that he'd most likely never seen it, but I had always imagined Percy had let him receive it at least. Little did I know the precision that Percy carried out his plans with.

 He had begun by snatching a letter here and there. Laying the foundation for doubt of each other's consistency of correspondence. He had saved the letters sent by me, burned the ones sent by Fred, and written his own imaginary replies. I had become an obsession for him. So much so that when he saw me this year, he thought we would instantly pick up where we had left off in his imagined reality.

 The day I had sent the letter to Fred. That all important letter. He had taken it and saved it for himself. Looking upon my words of love, and imagining they were from him. The thought of Percy receiving those words instead of Fred brought tears to my eyes.

 "No," He admitted.

 "I wanted to tell you-" I cut myself off. What if all Fred was searching was the friendship we had previously shared? I bit my tongue and held a silent debate until I finally plucked up my courage.

 "I love you," I let the sweet words fly away towards him. I hoped they'd be returned. That their fragile wings would be cradled, rather than crushed. A momentary surprise froze Fred. The stress of the situation made those few seconds feel like hours. Hours of anguish and feeling entirely exposed and unprotected. Finally, Fred sprang in to motion. He rushed towards me, as his lips found mine, my eyes fluttered closed. It was just Fred and I, the aligned planets watching as their plan fell into place. Fred tasted like strawberries and he sucked softly on my lip. I couldn’t help from running my hand through his messy hair, and I felt him grin into the kiss. 

 "Go to the Yule ball with me my darling?" He asked softly as we broke apart.

 "Of course my love," I let my head rest on his strong chest as we let the last flickers of sunset wash over us.

 The ball had approached much quicker than expected. Over the past two weeks, a lot had happened. First, I had explained to Fred what Percy had done. I didn't want to create a rift between the brothers, but it was the only way to fully explain and resolve the situation. Fred had looked very solemn, and confronted Percy who denied everything. Unfortunately for him, he carried around my last letter with him which was quite incriminating when we discovered it.

 Fred and I had hardly spent a moment away from each other.

 I had a periwinkle blue mini dress on, which hugged tightly around me. Over top, I had a sheer silvery blue gown that shimmered like stars as I moved. All of the Beauxbatons girls had picked something of the same color scheme, but this dress felt so me that I didn't mind. After curling my hair into delicate ringlets I helped Marie curl her hair and then we left.

 I took a deep breath as we glided down the stairs after Madam Maxine. I could hardly contain my excitement. My heartbeat felt similar to when I was anticipating a particularly good match of quidditch.

 Fred was standing there looking spectacular in his dress robes. He had charmed his tie to be a periwinkle blue, and he was holding a small bouquet of lavender flowers. The moment I smelled them, I remembered that moment with him on that broom. I remembered the rush of adventure, the hint of recklessness, but most importantly: the trust. I trusted him so much.

 He took my hand, and we silently walked into the ball. It almost felt too perfect. Too cliche, not unique enough for such a special story. Our story that we were writing one page at a time.

 After a few songs spent pleasantly dancing, laughing, and whispering lost words to each other I had an idea.

 "Freddie?" I whispered as I leaned my head onto his chest.

 "Mmm?" He swayed us gently to the sweet music.

 "Can we leave?" I asked. "I want to go on a broom with you again," I explained. His face softened and he took my hand as we walked to the quidditch pitch.

 Here we were. Up in the air again. I spread my arms, testing if my eagle wings were still there. They were. And as an eagle, I had finally reunited with my nest. I brought my wings back down to take hold of the broomstick. This time I was in control, and I'd had a bit more practice than 10 year old Fred had had. So, I sent us into a steep dive, almost until it felt like a free fall.

 After the rush of adrenaline I soared back up until we reached the roof of Gryffindor tower. I couldn't stop myself from imagining how many sleepless nights we could've spent talking here. How many breakfasts, and boring classes I could've spent with him.

 As I saw the moonlight softly reflect off of Fred's pale face I realised then and there. He was my soulmate. He was my perfect match. He was the person that I didn't want to spend a single minute without unless I absolutely had to.

 I told him so too.

 "Freddie," We were holding hands again as we laid on top of a soft blanket he had conjured to lay down on the roof. The incline of it was just barely safe to lay down on without sliding off. I didn't feel scared though, I had Fred to anchor me.

 "You look beautiful in the moonlight y/n," He turned his lively eyes towards me. I blushed and smiled slightly.

 "I love you so much," I began. He kept his eyes trained into mine. Giving me his full attention. "I don't want to lose you again, okay?" I took a somewhat shaky breath. " I just mean, the past couple weeks have felt like a dream.” I said, and Fred held my hand.

 “I know, pretty girl. You won’t lose me again, not if there’s anything I can do about it.” I squeezed his hand back, and we watched the night sky in all its glory.

 I was standing in my dorm room, nearly ready to leave when an owl flew into the window. Plonk, I realised it was poor Errol. It appeared he could hardly handle a flight around Hogwarts anymore. I tucked him into a small blanket and gave him an owl treat. He let out an appreciative coo and snuggled into the cozy nest I'd made. I unrolled the parchment, and twirled the sprig of lavender that had been in the ribbon between my fingers.

 Dearest y/n,

 Today you go back to Beauxbatons. I'm sorry I can't be there in person, but I'm happy to tell you everything is going really well.

 The shop looks amazing, although they can't have it ready for us until some time next year. I figure this will work well anyway since we still have a few more products to perfect. (Thanks for helping us with the antidote for the puking pastilles by the way!!)

 Also, the apartment will be perfect I think. We would be on one of the very top floors, so you might feel a bit at home given your talent for quidditch. It's close to diagon alley, but actually in muggle London, which I thought you might like. I said we'd take it within the next 8 months, since I'll obviously be leaving school before graduation and you'll be graduating in March.

 I hope the carriage ride is fairly nice. I know it won't be perfect since yours truly isn't there (wink wink) but I hope I'll be able to visit soon! I have to go for another surprise I'm working on, but I'll owl soon. I have my eye out for lovesick, letter stealing brothers this time!

 Yours forever and a day,

 Freddie

[acciomalfoy]

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[acciomalfoy]

hey yall

it is the first of december!!

send me ur christmas fic requests:) i only have one fic on my uploading schedule this month, and its a collab with my all time favourite!

im also down to do song prompts, so feel free to send me a song and a character x

[acciomalfoy]

Do you believe in soulmates? (Harry Potter x Reader)

READER IS MUGGLE IN CASE YALL DIDNT NOTICE 

I was walking home from work when something caught my eye. Or rather, three different someone’s. It was just in the way they walked, and the way they held themselves that made them stand out. It seemed they were approaching me, so I did the only logical thing.

Turned tail and ran.

My fears were confirmed when one of them let out a surprised shout, and to my complete surprise they appeared in front of me. I proceeded to scream.

“What the fuck?” I shrieked, and in the glow of the street-light I was able to see what they looked like.

A boy with bright orange hair was holding himself the most unsteadily, and he looked uncomfortable. I could see freckles scattered everywhere on him, and my eyes fell onto his toned arms. Football player, then?

The girl looked so serious, I almost laughed. Here they were, teleporting in front of me, and they were the pissed ones? Besides the expression on her face, I could see heavy bags under her eyes, and from how straight her teeth were I could tell she had had braces at some point in her life.

The last boy. When I turned to look at him, I almost recoiled. His eyes were a pretty looking green, but his gaze was intense, and I felt heavy under it. His hair was a mess, and if I squinted I thought I could see a lightning bolt on his forehead. Weird.

“What do you know?” Green eyes demanded, and I stared blankly.

“Right, you’re going to have to be more specific. If we’re talking maths, extremely little. English, maybe a tiny bit more. Economics, well I got 42% on that exam, so you can be the judge.” I rambled, praying to God that they wouldn’t kidnap me, and that if I distracted them long enough I could get away.

“What?” Ginger asked, looking as perplexed as I felt. I shrugged.

“Where did you get that ring?” Girl finally said, and I looked down. A couple days ago I had wandered into a new thrift store, and the ring on my finger had caught my eye immediately.

“The new thrift store down the road. I paid £10, so you’re not getting the ring without paying me first.” I decided. I wasn’t exactly looking to sell the ring, but if it was my life or the ring, you bet I’m selling that thing.

“Do you know who’s ring that is?” Green eyes finally said, and I shook my head.

“Do you know what thrifting is?” I said, and I almost missed the wince in Green’s face, and Girl’s lips formed a thin line.

“We are well aware, thank you very much. The ring you’re wearing belongs to us, and you’re going to tell us everything you know about Tom Marvolo Riddle.” Girl said, and the look on Ginger’s face made me think he absolutely did not know what thrifting was.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know who that is. You’re scaring me now, and I’d like to go home.” I made to move past them, but Green’s arm shot out, and his hand wrapped around my wrist.

The electricity that ran up my arm made me gasp, and Green let go instantly, rubbing his arm.

“Give us the ring and nobody gets hurt.” Ginger said, oblivious to what had just happened.

“What are your names?” I said instead, and Girl rolled her eyes.

“I’m Hermione, that’s Ron, and that’s Harry. You really don’t know who’s ring you’re wearing?” She repeated, and I looked into Green’s, no, Harry’s eyes.

“No, I don’t. Here, you can have the ring. Please just leave me alone.” I whispered, and I dropped the ring into Hermione’s outstretched palm.

“We have to obliviate her.” Hermione then said, and if that didn’t sound like a death sentence, I don’t know what did.

“No. I-I can’t explain why, but we can’t. Did you feel electricity when you touched her?” Harry said, and Hermione shook her head.

“Electricity? That means..” Her voice trailed off, and silence encompassed us once again.

“What’s your name?” Ron asked, and I bit my lip.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. I have to be going home now, it’s getting proper dark.” I tried to move again but this time Ron stopped me.

“No electricity.” He told the others, and Hermione nodded slowly.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Y/n?” She asked, and I blinked. Soulmates.

“I’d like to.” I said, and she nodded slowly.

“What if I told you that you had a soulmate? The yin to your yang?” Hermione blinked under her suspiciously large eyes, and I stared at her.

“There’s no way to know if I have a soulmate. It’s not like I can just tap a button one day that tells me who it is.” I didn’t take my eyes of Hermione, and she nodded again.

“Except what if there was a way? That electricity you felt when Harry touched you wasn’t just static. That was ancient magic, and one of the few ways to determine your soulmate.” I gradually shifted my gaze to Harry, who was staring determinedly at the floor.

“Magic?” I asked, and Hermione paused.

“She’s a muggle.” Ron cried, and Hermione patted Harry’s arm.

“That’s fine. She can be protected. We can take her to the order, not sure about her family though.” I had absolutely no clue what was going on, but I didn’t like the sound of it.

“I’m not going anywhere except my house. If you’ll excuse me!” I tried for the third time to push through them, and Harry stopped me again.

“You’re prettier than I thought you’d be.” He said, almost shyly, and I flushed.

“Excuse me? Than you thought? You’ve never even met me!” I huffed, and he smacked his forehead.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that my soulmate is a lot prettier than I thought I deserved.” He said quickly, and I stared at him.

“I could see myself falling in love with you.” He said, and Ron threw himself in front of Harry.

“Has he been given a love potion then?” Ron pushed Harry behind Hermione, who shook her head.

“She’s a muggle, Ron. Of course he wasn’t given a love potion.” She hissed at Ron, who was busy glaring at me to notice.

“We’ll walk you home, if you don’t mind.” Hermione said, and she prodded my back after she walked behind me.

“You’ve got some explaining to do.” I said as I walked, and Harry fell into step beside me.

“I know.” He tentatively picked up my hand, and I let out a shaky breath.

“I know.” He repeated softly, and I squeezed back.