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ARE YOU SEEING THIS? EYES IN THE SKY

[euletheromaniaa]

pov - they invite you at the yule ball pt.2

ft. harry, neville, hermione

harry

• harry potter is considered to always be ready to spill out some sassy comeback in many occasions, so one may assume that it won't be a problem for him to invite you, right?

• wrong.

• wronger.

• every time one of his friends calls him out for being an absolute disaster when it comes to you, the only thing he can defend himself with is 'well, at least I'm not worse than ron'

• it takes him a rather long while to find out the right way to ask you, and every single passing minute he's scared out of his mind that someone else will muster up the courage to invite you

• he gets called out by his professors multiple times because he zones out often thinking of a way to do it

• he ends up stuttering his way through the question

• then he stares at you for a moment, wishing he could slap himself across his face for sounding so pathetic

• the only thing that will end up on his cheek is a small kiss from you

• and he just stands there for a moment, watching you sprint back to your friend, his fingers lingering on where you kissed him

• and he arrives late to the next class. but honestly he couldn't care less

neville

• this sweetheart I swear to god.

• he would totally want to ask you when you two are alone somewhere. for him is such a huge challenge that it's already difficult enough to talk to you, let alone ask you in front of everyone

• he looks through his herbology books to get an idea but nothing feels enough to him

• he tries to write down a few sentences on parchment so he can keep them in mind

• his friends are surely supporting him, but there's always that mf group of idiots from slytherin who has a quick mouth and is ready to mock him

• he just hopes they can't reach you before he does

• which they do

• 'hey, did you know that longbottom wants to invite you? like- how lame, right? we just wanted to tell you so you can prepare to reject him'

• and he overhears everything

• he probably wishes to just dissolve into thin air in order to never look at you in your eyes

• but their voices is not the only thing he hears

• he also hears the loud thud of your book hitting the slytherin's head before you move away from them

• when you approach him he expects everything but the feeling of your arm wrapping around his

• be sure he's going to do his best to give you the best night ever

hermione

• she's a busy person

• very busy

• but of course she was going to go to the ball. who wouldn't?

• secretly, she's been wanting to invite you since the very moment that the yule ball was announced

• you were literally her dream date

• now for the invite. she read multiple novels, watched movies, heard songs, everything

• but when it came to herself, her confidence quivered a bit, leading her to postpone her invitation

• this continued to the point she had the dress in her closet. she had all her inspiration for hairstyles and makeup. the shoes were tidily placed beside her bed.

• now, it was time for the real thing.

• she repeats the sentence she had prepared over and over to make sure her voice doesn't shake, until she felt confident enough to actually do it

• when she asks you, you can clearly see a soft blush on her cheeks, but her tone is clear and confident nonetheless

• she stands in front of you like she was going through an exam

• of course you accept.

• she hugs you with so much strength you both nearly fall TT

• the next time there's a trip to hogsmeade, she's totally going to come along to help you choose your outfit

written by @euletheromaniaa on Tumblr.

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[euletheromaniaa]

Can I request a fic where George gets knocked out in quidditch practice and reader aka his girlfriend runs to check on him he's all confused and dizzy and flirts with her? Like those memes "hey girl you got a boyfriend?" "You are my boyfriend" "hEelL yeAH"

Dazed and Devoted - George Weasley

summary: George gets knocked out during Quidditch practice. When he wakes up, confused and concussed, he flirts with his girlfriend like he’s never met her before. And honestly? It’s kind of adorable.

warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.5k

Fred and George were showing off, as usual, turning every drill into a competition. You were perched in the stands, legs swinging off the edge as you watched George zip around the pitch like he hadn’t a care in the world. You’d told him earlier to please not die today, and he had given you a wink and said, “No promises, love.”

Typical.

Oliver was barking out orders below while Katie and Alicia ran plays overhead, but your eyes stayed on George. He always looked so alive on a broom, golden in the sunlight, wind-tossed hair everywhere, laughing like there was nothing else in the world to worry about.

And then—just like that—it changed.

One moment he was banking left to avoid a Bludger, and the next—

WHAM.

Bludger to the head. Clean hit.

You heard the thud before you saw it. George spun midair like a ragdoll, his broom zigzagging before he tumbled off and hit the grass with a dull, sickening sound.

“GEORGE!” you screamed, dropping your notes and sprinting from the stands before Madam Hooch could even react.

By the time you reached him, he was flat on his back, eyes half-lidded, a crooked smile on his face like he had just had the best dream of his life. He blinked up at you slowly.

“Hi,” he said, voice drowsy and slurred. “Are you an angel?”

“George—Merlin, George, are you alright?” you asked, dropping to your knees beside him, brushing back his hair to check for blood. “Fred! Someone get Madam Pomfrey!”

He blinked again. “Whoa. You’re really pretty.”

You froze, eyes narrowing. “Okay, yeah. He’s definitely concussed.”

George propped himself up slightly on his elbows and squinted at you, like he was seeing you for the first time. “Hey… hey, uh, do you have a boyfriend?”

You stared at him. “Seriously?”

He grinned goofily. “Because if not, I’m available. Just saying.”

You bit back a laugh. “George, I am your girlfriend.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “No way. For real?”

“For real.”

He pumped a lazy fist into the air. “Hell yeah.”

Fred, who had just run over, nearly tripped over himself laughing. “He’s either dying or just scored the best news of his life.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Both, apparently.”

George reached up and gently patted your face, missing your cheek and hitting your chin instead. “You’re so soft. Have I told you you’re soft?”

“You’ve told me lots of things, love. Most of them nonsense.”

“Bet I said them real smooth though.”

Fred muttered, “He flirts better concussed than I do fully functioning,” earning a glare from you.

Madam Pomfrey finally arrived, puffing and muttering under her breath. “Step back, step back, what did he do this time—bloody Weasley twins—”

“He caught a Bludger with his skull,” you said flatly.

“Coolest catch I’ve ever done,” George mumbled.

You brushed his hair back again gently, watching as Pomfrey waved her wand over his head and began muttering incantations. “You’re going to be okay. Just… try not to flirt with anyone else on the way to the Hospital Wing.”

George’s eyes fluttered closed briefly, then opened again, still dazed. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Got the prettiest girl right here.”

“Sweet-talker,” you said quietly, cheeks warm.

He smiled at you, soft and crooked. “Still can’t believe you’re my girlfriend. That’s like, winning the Triwizard Tournament but without the dragons.”

Fred piped up. “You do realize you’re gonna have to live this all down when you’re healed, yeah?”

George didn’t miss a beat. “Worth it.”

Pomfrey sighed. “Someone help me levitate this lovestruck idiot to the Wing before he starts serenading her.”

You stood up, still grinning as George kept his eyes locked on you, even while floating in mid-air. He reached out lazily, fingers wiggling in your direction. “I love you, random pretty girl.”

You leaned close and kissed his forehead. “Still your girlfriend, dork.”

He beamed, all bruised and dizzy and delighted. “Hell yeah.”

[euletheromaniaa]

hey y'all how have you been? if you have any specific requests for new scenarios/characters please do leave them in the request button 🙏

also sorry but I don't write about fanmade characters, but among the canon characters I can try to write about nearly everyone ^^ please do read the pinned post before requesting.

have a nice day 🫶

- iris ✩

[euletheromaniaa]

pov - they invite you to the yule ball

weasley brothers edition

ft. fred, george, ron

if you want any specific character to have this scenario written with, feel free to request it!

fred

• he's going to make sure EVERYONE SEES IT. he just approaches you right in the middle of the garden while everyone is outside and use a small firework show to ask you

• the fireworks are your favourite colour and they are enchanted to form the sentence 'come to the ball with me?'

• and he had spent the last few nights making sure they were perfect in every detail, gaining an atrocious amount of tease by george, who kept claiming it was 'terribly cheesy'

• he stares at you with the largest smile on his face while waiting for your answer, and you can see the faintest blush on his cheeks

• when you accept to go with him he would let out a long breath he didn't know he was holding, and before you know it he's already daydreaming about how he's going to make himself look tidy and elegant for you

• even if he looked very confident and chaotic in front of the others, his stomach was doing backflips until you accepted his invite

george

• unlike his twin brother, he goes for something a bit less loud than fireworks. he prefers to tell you in a slightly more private setting, maybe in the library while you two 'study'. because, let's be real, he comes along just to stay with you more

• OHHH he's nervous. he doesn't show it much, maybe he just is a bit quieter than usual, but he's a lot more tense than his twin. if you look carefully you can see him fidgeting with the hem of his uniform under the table, waiting for the right moment

• he casts a spell on his quill to turn it into your favourite flower and offers it to you while asking you out. the spell kind of fails and the flower would come out in an unnatural colour and really small. and his ears go RED in embarrassment

• but you fell in love for george weasley, and knowing him, you know better than anyone else he put all his effort in that. so you take the flower nonetheless and smile at him, accepting his invite

• fred never saw his twin as giddy as that night.

ron

• ron is well known to be physically unable to ask someone out

• when it comes to you, it's even worse. words won't come out of his mouth, he blushes violently, and his throat feels like a knot

• poor ron

• he tried asking harry for tips, then fred, george, seamus, ginny, and out of desperation he went as far as asking percy

• nothing could do. he still stuttered when he asked you

• he asked you in the hallway, between a class and another, expecting you to just refuse, mock him, dismiss him... he was already expecting the worse

• so he's taken aback when you accept his invite

• he stands there dumbfounded for a second, panting because he literally RAN through the hallways to find you

• OH HE'D BE BLUSHING. AND BLUSHING HARD.

• harry has to try and shake him because even as you walk away he's still standing there with wide eyes

• be sure he's going to at least try and listen to mcgonagall's dance lessons now

written by @euletheromaniaa on tumblr.

please don't copy.

[euletheromaniaa]

hey there! you can call me iris!　

i am a writer (or at least i try) and i take requests! i mostly write scenarios and oneshots.

i write about harry potter characters, and a bit from the marauders' era, mostly the marauders themselves.

i may post moodboards/icons too.

!! before you follow/request !!

- PLEASE ALWAYS BE RESPECTFUL. towards me and towards the people who request.

- it may take a while to write requests. i want to put as much effort as i can.

- I DON'T WRITE SMUT AS OF NOW

- english isn't my first language so i apologise for grammar mistakes

- lowercase intended

- all the characters in the scenarios are AGED UP

- i only write x reader, not x oc, but you can request any pronouns you wish for the reader.

- i always keep the reader's appearance vague on purpose.

said so, thank you for stopping by!

- iris ✩