#Facebook: Weasley Witches & Writers

[sailtomarina]

Here is Where I Want to Stay

“Fred, do you have a mo–”

Before you could finish your sentence, the office door crashed open with the arrival of his twin.

“We have a problem.”

The tone in George’s voice made it clear the problem needed immediate attention, and the two of you rushed out without hesitation. Fred squeezed your shoulder in passing, however, reassuring you that you’d find another time to speak.

Except, it seemed like everything and everyone was out to interfere. 

No matter the time or place, whenever you approached Fred, something would happen that would pull one or both of you away. Not even the shop closing gave you the privacy needed, as not even half an hour after locking the door and cleaning up, Ron clattered down the stairs trailing soot from the flat.

“G-Ginny! Th-the baby! It’s coming!” He gasped out the news and bent at the waist as he attempted to catch his breath.

George scrambled to join Ron as they ran back up, but Fred paused just long enough to throw you a look.

“What are you waiting for? Go! I’ll close shop.” You shooed him along with your hands, earning a grateful smile and wink.

“Thanks, love! We’ll chat later, yeah?”

Then he was gone, leaving you alone in the now quiet store. It felt strange to be the last one, despite having worked there for over a year now as you finished your Runes mastery.

What you didn’t expect was how fun each and every day was with the twins. They didn’t hesitate to pull you into product development and testing, and you found modern applications for runes that you never would have considered in the past. You were so invested in your projects with them, that you neglected your post-graduation job hunt as months passed you by. It was easy to forget about the outside world when working with the twins, especially Fred.

Fred, with his crooked grin and easy laugh. Fred’s eyes that sought you out without fail. He didn’t just look. He saw you with all your insecurities and curiosities and knew just what to say and do to fire you up. Everyday, you went back home alone, and everyday, you told yourself you’d tell him how he made you feel the next time you were alone together.

With a wave of your wand, the lights went out in the shop, but instead of leaving, you took one last look around. Just enough light from the street lamps outside streamed through the window to cast a glow over the polished wood shelves. Maybe it was time for you to bid farewell and move on.

 “You’re still here.”

You whirled around at the familiar voice, nearly crashing into his arms as they flew up to catch you. “Fred! What are you doing back already? What about Ginny?”

You felt as much as saw the quirk of his lips in the shadows. “She’s good, as is the baby. It’s a boy. They named him Albus.”

He had yet to drop his arms. They remained circled around you, hugging you close enough to breathe him in. Citrus, smoke, home. You felt faint. “Good. That’s good.”

“What was it you wanted to tell me all day?” His breath tickled your ear. 

You didn’t expect his face to be so close to yours when you turned to answer. He’d bent down towards you and now you hovered mere millimetres from one another. The air around you almost tripled in density, fighting your attempts to draw in one damn breath.

“I…” You stuttered to a stop, uncertain of how to phrase your longing.

“You?” His palms smoothed up your back to press you even closer.

“I want…”

How could you think with the way he brushed back a loose curl, or how he brought that same hand to the base of your neck, fingers threading into the strands and thumb rubbing circles against that sensitive spot behind your ear?

“What is it you want, love?” he murmured, lips nearly brushing your own.

“You.” The answer escaped before you could hold it back, rephrase it into something more eloquent.

His thumb stopped its circling and slid down to press upward against your jaw until your eyes met his. “That’s good.”

“It is?”

He hummed in assent. “Otherwise what I’m about to do would be very awkward.”

You had only a second to register the wicked grin that spread from cheek to cheek before you felt a yank to your navel. With a snap of his fingers, the lights turned on just enough for you to take in your surroundings. 

“Is this…your flat?”

You knew the answer before he even gave it; there was no questioning in whose room we stood. Those were Fred’s work boots next to the door, and there was his coat hanging on one of the hooks lining the wall. A small pile of books on Runes and Arithmancy sat on the nightstand of a bed made up in navy blue and cream.

“I didn’t bring you here under any pretence. I just wanted to give us a bit of light and privacy since George should be home soon.” 

“We could have walked up here,” you teased.

His cheeks turned a delightful pink. “I might have been showing off a bit.”

He barked out a laugh when you shoved him back onto the bed and he bounced in place.

“A bit? You cast those spells wandless and wordless.” 

Then you were on him, straddling his hips and tilting his face up towards your own. His reaction was instantaneous, hands grasping your hips and squeezing tight.

“I meant what I said. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” His hands said otherwise as they slid down to cup your bottom.

Riding high on the confidence you’d lacked earlier, you saw no further reason to hold back. “Well, with your permission, I intend to snog you breathless.”

You squealed at the sudden shift as he rolled you both over and caged you in place. “You have my whole-hearted permission.”

Except, it was him who dived into the kiss first, tasting of whatever sweet treat he’d had earlier. It was him who pulled back to gaze down at you with a soft smile. It was also him who confessed, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this for months now.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

With a little laugh that you pocketed to cherish later, he admitted, “There always seemed to be something coming up: rampant Pygmy Puffs, rogue frisbees, the nonstop disaster that is my family–” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, the usually bright blue of his eyes darkening as he stared at you.

“What?” You couldn’t help but feel nervous at his continued silence.

“I’ve fantasised about us countless times, but to have you here with me still seems too good to be true. I’m going to wake up any minute now and find that this was all a dream.” He leaned forward, brushing past your cheek, to bury his face in the loose waves of your hair. A hand swiftly followed, burrowing and kneading and relaxing all the muscles in your body. “But this feels so real.” 

“That’s because it is real.” You cupped his cheek, thumb catching along the stubble lining his jaw, and brought him up to look at you. “I am here with you, and here is where I want to stay.”

So, you did.

WC 1242

Cross-posted on FB, Tumblr, and AO3.

4.18.24 Hump Day prompt: “Can I speak with you for a moment?”

More second-person POV. It's been fun writing reader insert, mostly because I get to imagine it's me experiencing these moments ;) I hope you don't mind!

[dhr-ao3]

The Dark Little Gryffindor

The Dark Little Gryffindor https://ift.tt/xdJ4ZBM by Princess_slytherin22 Hermione didn't expect her whole life to be a lie. But it is. When she's told that not only was she adopted when she was a baby, by the two people she always called mum and dad but the fact that she was a pureblood witch this entire time. And Harry knew along with the others who she really was and who her true family was. That angers her to no end and she turns her back on them when she finds out she's secretly the twin sister to no one other than Theodore Nott. But she can't tell them yet. Not until she fulfills her vow to Narcissa Malfoy to protect Draco and help him with his task in secret.   Draco discovers someone has been helping him with the vanishing cabinet and he thinks he's losing his mind that the cabinet is getting fixed a little faster than he anticipated. Until he sees her one day in the R.O.R fixing it. Just like he was doing. Words: 3875, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Lavender Brown, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, Katie Bell, Leanne (Harry Potter), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Astoria Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass/Ernie Macmillan Additional Tags: Pureblood Hermione Granger, Character Death, Dark Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Lies, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, POV Hermione Granger, POV Theodore Nott, BAMF Hermione Granger, Protective Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Falling In Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Feels, Family Secrets, Secrets, Enemies to Lovers, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy, Good Parent Narcissa Black Malfoy, BAMF Narcissa Black Malfoy, Mentor Severus Snape, Rough Sex, Shower Sex, Sex, Oral Sex, Dark Magic, Unbreakable Vow (Harry Potter), Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Death Eater Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger is So Done, Hermione Granger is Not Okay, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy is Good at Sex, Virgin Hermione Granger, Brother-Sister Relationships, Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/nAYeVlW March 21, 2024 at 10:15PM

[lee-bella]

HP Fest Schedule: February 2024

A list of important Harry Potter fest dates for the month of February, ranging from Janaruy 31 to February 29. All the dates are subject to change.

If the Nitter links are down, you can try the alternatives listed here if you know the Twitter handle you want to view. Or check out the fest’s AO3 collection profile page. The AO3 profile page usually has fest rules and links to claiming/sign-up forms, etc.

For the full HP Fest Schedule, see here.

For more HP fest news, visit Potterfests on Dreamwidth or Livejournal.

January 31

For the Love of a Weasley Fest (Nitter, AO3; hpweasleyfest): Claiming opens.

February 1

HP Sapphic Valentine's: Posting begins.

HP Knotfest: Posting begins.

Spring Fling Fic Exchange (Nitter, AO3): Sign-up closes.

Rare Pair Shorts Winter Prompt Challenge (Tumblr): February challenge begins.

HP Abandon Ship Fest (gen): Claiming opens.

HP Saffics Femslash February 2024: Challenge begins.

R/S Candy Hearts Challenge: Request a prompt begins.

Dreomione Fest (Nitter, AO3, dreomionefest): Claiming begins.

February 3

Dronarry Fest 2024: Claiming closes.

Severitus Big Bang: Claiming begins.

HP Smells Like Teen Spirit Fest (Nitter, AO3; hpteenfest): Claiming opens.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Facebook members only. Sign-up closes.

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Prompting opens.

February 4

H/D Wireless 2024: Claiming opens. Fic claim capped at 80. No cap for art or podfic.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Facebook members only. Team assignments sent.

February 5

Wizarding Olympics Fest: Prompting ends.

February 7

HP Bard Fest: Works due.

Snapecase 2024: Posting ends.

HP Triad!Fest: Claiming closes.

Love Is In The Air (Twitter, Nitter): Works due. Reveals?

Wizarding Olympics Fest: Claiming opens.

February 8

Snapecase 2024: The reveal.

February 9

Bad Witches Fest: Sign-up closes.

February 10

Harry/Draco Mpreg Fest 2024 (LJ): Prompting closes.

February 12

Harry/Draco Mpreg Fest 2024 (LJ): Claiming opens.

February 13

Eiffel Tower Fest (triad): Works due.

Wooing a Weasley Fest: Facebook members only. Works due.

February 14

HP Sapphic Valentine's: Reveals.

Blackcest Fest 2024 (Black family; incest): Claiming ends.

Marauders Mayhem Voldy's Valentines (exchange): Gifts posted.

Wooing a Weasley Fest: Facebook members only. Stories revealed.

February 16

HP Lyricists Fest: Claiming ends.

Eiffel Tower Fest (triad): Works revealed.

February 17

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Prompting ends.

February 18

Dronarry Fest 2024: Submissions due.

Salt & Pepper Fest 2024 (over 50 years old): Works due.

Drarry Mini Bang: Sign-up closes. Deadline for fic concepts from writers.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Fest ends.

February 20

Silver Trio Fest: Works due.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Points & winners announced.

February 21

HP Bard Fest: Posting.

February 23

A Devious & Diverse New Year 2024: Claiming ends. Works due.

Silver Trio Fest: Works revealed.

February 24

Drarry Mini Bang: Fic concepts sent to artists.

February 25

A Devious & Diverse New Year 2024: Works revealed.

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Claiming opens.

February 26

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Works due.

February 27

Drarry Mini Bang: Artists claim.

February 28

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Reveals.

Questival SSHG & Questival Non-SSHG: Works due.

February 29

Blackcest Fest 2024 (Black family; incest): Claiming ends?

Remus Lupin Fest: Works due.

Rare Pair Shorts Winter Prompt Challenge (Tumblr): February challenge ends.

The Great Wizarding Feast Fest (AO3): Prompting closes.

HP Lyricists Fest: Claiming ends.

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Feature begins on social media.

Post-Deathly Hallows Harrymort Fest: Claiming ends.

Questival SSHG & Questival Non-SSHG: Creations revealed.

HP Saffics Femslash February 2024: Challenge ends.

[ao3feed-romione]

Grief and a Black Velvet Ribbon

Grief and a Black Velvet Ribbon by Anonymous

Ron tries to navigate a world in that doesn't have his wife in it.

Words: 2022, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Sad, Angst, Angst and Feels, Comfort/Angst, Character Death, Death, Grief/Mourning, Best Friends, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Facebook: Weasleys Witches & Writers

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47185543

[ralina003]

One Kiss a Day

Pairing: Hermione/Fred

Chapters: 10 (17737 words)

Rating: E

Summary:  At the beginning of their Ministry-arranged marriage, Hermione and Fred decide to establish some rules to make this whole situation somehow work for them. Fred's first rule for their marriage is rather simple: He wants Hermione to kiss him once a day.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25289449

This was originally a drabble I wrote for a prompt that was delivered by the “Weasleys, Witches and Writers” Facebook group I’m a member of. I am horrible at writing One-Shots though, as I just cannot keep things short. Luckily I don’t have to and so this grew into a nice, fluffy story. Writing pure fluff is rare for me, as I am an angst-driven writer. But I really enjoyed writing this. 

[queen-of-duct-tape]

The Temptations, My Girl

Charlie sings/hums this every morning on his way to care for the dragons. He's a morning person, so he's annoyingly cheerful no matter the hour. Every day that starts at 4:30 or 5 am increases the odds that he'll be killed or at least seriously injured by another dragon keeper rather than one of the dragons.

For the Weasley Playlist in the Weasleys, Witches, and Writers Facebook group. Charlie.

[rosellaburgundy]

Title: True Heart

Author: Rosella_Burgundy

Summary: Charlie needs a way to monitor his dragons. Druidry could be the answer, and Pansy Parkinson is the only one that can help him.

Notes: Written for Pumpkin & Ginger, a Fest brought to you by the Weasleys, Witches, & Writers Facebook Group.

My prompt was Druidic magic. Thank you, NuclearNik, for the inspiration this prompt of yours sparked. Thank you, RooOJoy for listening to my whining about this story. You’re a precious Alphabeta, and I’m lucky we crossed paths.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21364345

[ao3feed-fremione]

Befitting

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/23242300

by moonfairy13

Summary:

This fic was written for Weasleys, Witches, & Writers Facebook group’s Flash Comp. My chosen main character is Fred Weasley, and the prompt for this Edition was Careers.

Words: 1493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley

Characters: Fred Weasley Hermione Granger

Additional Tags: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Smut Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Sex Toys Fred Weasley Lives Minister for Magic Hermione Granger Happy Sex Married Life

[sailtomarina]

Charlie and the Chomping Cabbages

Watching Charlie Weasley had never been so rewarding. He’d done you the favour of pulling off his shirt in the midday heat, sweat perfectly outlining every single one of his ridiculously toned muscles. Shoulders and chest broad enough to wrestle young dragons and abs you could bounce a roll of Galleons off of. The leather breeches he wore clung to his arse as he squatted down to inspect the garden.

“And you think a dragon did this?” He pointed at the long gouges in the earth marring the once perfect line of Chinese Chomping Cabbages. A fair few still remained, but more still had been ripped from their cradles and strewn across the plot.

“I don’t think; I know.” You raised a challenging brow. No matter how fit you thought him, you knew he was dead wrong in this matter. “I saw it happen.”

This time he fully stood up, both hands propped on his hips in a decidedly aggravated manner. “Why didn’t you just say so from the start?”

“I did,” you stressed, already near your boiling point from the sheer thickheadnesses of the Dragonologist. “And I quote, ‘That can’t be right. I need to see the scene first hand’.” 

He scowled at your impression. Perhaps dropping your voice to a comical low and waving your arms about wasn’t quite the best way to convince him. What he didn’t know was that you’d never have teased anyone you didn’t like in such a way. Your usual tendency was all straight backs and stiff collars.

“Well, I stand by what I said then. I see no reason why a dragon would attack your cabbages like this unprovoked.”

You pounced. “Aha! So you admit that, if provoked, a dragon very well might have dragged their stabby claws right through?” Only, instead of jumping in place like you meant to, your ankle rolled upon landing. “Ahh!”

Your arms flailed as you fought to stay upright, and Charlie threw his arms forward in an attempt to catch you. All of his mass amounted to nothing with your legendary clumsiness, and you both hit the dirt in an unceremonial thud that knocked the breath right out of you.

The loss of air could also be attributed to his body on top of yours.

“Ow.” He started to shift, then froze before he could fully lift his weight. “Don’t look to your left.”

You looked to your left.

A gigantic cabbage bared its teeth an arm’s length away from your face. How you’d tended your garden without noticing what could be an award-winning Brassica you’d have to consider later.

“Ch-Charlie? How is not looking at it going to help?” you whispered. Who were you kidding? It’s not like speaking quietly was going to save either one of you.

“Merlin, he’s huge,” the wizard muttered. You stifled an inappropriate joke. Difficult, given the way your smaller body fit against his.

You knew you only had precious seconds before the produce launched itself at you. Your magic wasn’t quite fast enough to cast anything particularly useful before those teeth ripped out your throat. You needed something hard, and fast.

Hard and expendable, so obviously not that.

“On the count of three, shove off,” you instructed Charlie, keeping a close eye on the twitching leaves. You felt him nod, the bristle of his cheek rubbing against your own.

Inner green leaves started to arch inward. “1.”

The outer layer flared open like a lizard’s crest. “2.”

Clenched teeth loosened. “3!”

Palms flat to the earth, Charlie pushed himself away in a surge of power, and you brought your far hand around in front of you.

The weapon: a stray carrot that had rolled against where you lay.

The attack: jamming said carrot straight into the jaws about to devour you.

An average-sized Chinese Chomping Cabbage can be slowed down by a larger-than-average root vegetable. This, however, was the largest specimen you’d ever seen, and your carrot was on the smaller end of the spectrum.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

Its sacrifice gave you just enough time to roll away and for Charlie to sweep you up and into his arms. The cantankerous comestible hesitated just long enough to snap straight through the carrot before rotating to follow.

By this point, Charlie had whipped out his wand, while his other arm held you close against him where he could keep you safe. Unfortunately, this meant that you couldn’t quite reach your own wand jammed below your armpit. With a series of slashes, Charlie attacked.

“Diffindo!”

The slicing spell would have sheared straight through a regular cabbage. This one? Only the top couple of layers peeled away, further enraging their attacker.

“Charlie! This isn’t your average dinner cabbage! You have to use something stronger!” You fought his hold so you could grab your own wand.

“I’m trying! It’s not like I’ve ever done this before!”

Your wand came loose from its holster just as the behemoth rolled towards you, teeth clacking the whole while. The two of you stood with arms extended, sending spell after spell at the monster that never seemed to shrink or slow.

You could stand your ground and be forever known as the first recorded humans on the Romanian Reserve to die by Chomping Cabbage, or you could run and henceforth be labelled as the tamer and researcher who fled an overgrown vegetable.

Decisions, decisions.

One that was made for you with the loud roar that filled the air, then a gush of wind that nearly knocked the two of you right back to the ground. A flash of red filled your vision.

“Norberta!” Charlie cried. 

The Norwegian Ridgeback couldn’t quite flatten the cabbage with one swat of her powerful talons, but she could follow it with a slash of her tail and a stream of fire. An overwhelming stench of burnt vegetation filled your nostrils.

“Ugh. So long cabbage rolls and salad,” Charlie said in disgust. He gently turned you to look up at him. “You alright?”

Sweaty and covered with dirt as you both were, sex should have been the last thing on your mind. You’d just escaped death. A deadly dragon continued to stomp through the remaining rows of cabbages. Your crops were a lost cause. But Charlie looked down at you and only you, the deep blue of his eyes drinking you in while he continued to cradle you close.

“I told you Noberta had it out for my cabbages.”

His jaw dropped at your words, and you laughed aloud. As if you’d let his hunkiness deter you from proving yourself right. Charlie threw his head back and laughed along with you, the fullness of it invading your chest and giving you the courage you’d lacked until this point.

Up went your hands into his wild auburn locks, threading fingers through the curls and tugging his lips down to yours. He jerked in surprise at the touch, then deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head and a swipe to the seam of your lips.

And that was the story of how you snagged Charlie Weasley, one you told time and time again over countless flagons of beer and fresh-from-the-oven cabbage rolls (minus the teeth).

WC 1203

Cross-posted to Facebook, Tumblr, & AO3.

Hump Day drabble written for the Weasleys, Witches, & Writers Facebook group.

Prompt: “I’ve never done this before.”

Okay, so I blasted past the 1k word limit. See what 2 weeks away from home does to me? (and coffee too late in the day)

I have an intense craving now for cabbage rolls, the likes of which my childhood friend’s mother used to serve up to us on a regular basis. I haven’t tasted that nostalgia in what feels like years.

Chinese Chomping Cabbage users unite! Who needs spells when you have carnivorous vegetables?

I almost forgot to note my infrequent use of 2nd person. I recently started playing with this following a pov workshop in one of my writing discords. Let me know what you think!

[sailtomarina]

Putreuse Potion Confessions

“George, you can’t keep doing this!” Hermione’s shrill cry rang through the flat. It was surprising her voice carried at all given the clutter of books and WWW prototypes filling every room. 

Granted, most of the books were hers. She told herself it couldn’t be helped, what with the way the twin took up every other available space with his “treasures” and “projects”. You might even think he lived above the Weasley shop by himself, but no. He had a roommate, and her name was Hermione Granger.

She wondered whether or not the flat had looked similar before her desperation led her here. Hermione had been so distracted by her own drama at the time that she hadn’t really paid attention to her surroundings.

“George!” she yelled once more. She knew he wasn’t downstairs. He always took his lunch break at this time.

The cauldron currently sitting in the bathroom–their only bathroom–bubbled terrifying shades of puce and chartreuse.

Whatever had possessed the French to actually like these colours once upon a time?

She shook away the errant thought. That wasn’t the point. What was the point was that the bubbling looked volatile. She’d stake her Advanced Potions N.E.W.T. that whatever he was brewing should not be reacting like this. If he didn’t show up soon, she would be forced to act.

Sod it.

She’d try a Stasis charm and hope for the best.

“Wait, wait, wait!” George’s shout came just as her wand started its movement, and she froze in place like she was the one stuck in time before slowly turning her head to glare at him.

“What. Is. This?”

He gulped. He stood only a few feet away, hand outstretched. Their face-off lasted all of five seconds before she let her wand drop to her side. George sighed in relief.

“It’s an experiment.” He startled at the growl that escaped her throat, and hastily continued to explain. “We ran out of room in the lab, and I was going to check on it during my break.”

“Well, it doesn’t look good,” she said, stepping back and waving him forward. She breathed in as he brushed past her, taking in the scents that were uniquely George. Smoke from frequent explosions. Honey from his tea. Sandalwood from his soap she sometimes borrowed when she ran out of her own, and sometimes when she just felt like it. “What’s it supposed to be anyway?”

He tutted the moment he laid his eyes on the concoction, then cast his own Stasis charm. It worked. “A twist on Veritaserum that would be safe for commercial use.”

Hermione looked at the sickly blend of colours. “Veritaserum is supposed to be clear. Tasteless. Odourless.” She slid her gaze over to the wizard. “Undetectable.”

“Like I said: safe for commercial use.” Then, to her horror, he dipped a finger into the mixture and licked it.

“George!”

“Hermione!” He mocked, hitting what he must have estimated to be her pitch and smirking at her reaction.

“You can’t just test things like that! It’s dangerous, not to mention downright stupid.”

“That’s what you’re here for, love. I couldn’t be in safer company. Or prettier.” His smug grin that spread from ear to…well, the side without an ear, dropped as he heard his own response. “Shite. I didn’t mean to say that. Though I do think it. You really are the prettiest witch I know. Also, the smartest. Good Godric, what am I saying? Make it stop!” He clapped both hands over his mouth and backed further into the bathroom as if the increased distance would somehow protect him.

“You think I’m pretty?”

While she knew in theory that she was passably decent, she never would have applied the word to herself. Her hair, her signature feature, placed Hermione far outside of the typical image of beauty. Even now, several years into adulthood, she maintained that the curls had a life of their own. George had never once commented on her looks in the past, other than to shake his head the night she’d come knocking on his door, calling her ex “a fool.” She’d moved in that same evening.

She watched in fascination as the muscles along his arms bulged in the effort to contain his answer. He wiggled, fighting the compulsion, before both hands yanked downward to reveal the strained tendons of his neck.

“I think you’re gorgeous and I want you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. Merlin’s saggy balls!” 

He spun around and dove through the shower curtain like a show dog passing through a hoop. Only, he was an adult man, and the tub was empty. He hit the porcelain basin with what sounded like every hard edge of his body. “Fuck!” He huddled there, tightly hugging himself.

He seemed okay otherwise. Hermione stared at the freckled skin along his bare arms for another beat, then two, and then she, too, scooped up a dollop of the potion. Before she could second guess herself, she sucked and swallowed.

It was…sweet. Like, candy-sweet. That must have been the intention, only she would need to step in and redirect him towards a more palatable array. She stepped deeper into the bathroom until her knees bumped the edge of the tub.

“George, ask me a question.”

He stilled. Peeking over his shoulder, his eyes widened when she held up one digit, still slick from her own spit. He had no way of knowing she’d trained herself to resist Veritaserum. “Did you…”

“I did. And that one doesn’t count. Ask me another.”

He slowly turned until he fully faced her. He straightened his shoulders and gazed upward, the clear blue of his eyes holding her own. “Hermione, will you go out with me?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” She stepped into the tub, sinking down so she basically sat in his lap. Her arms settled around his neck, catching a fistful of hair and tilting his face up. “Yes. Now kiss me.”

1000 WC exactly (tears hair out)

Written for the WWW HumpDay Drabbles, my Chaos prompts were: Weasley: George Potion: Veritaserum Trope: Roommates

Cross-posted on FB, Tumblr, and AO3

I originally included a note about Fred being alive and having moved in with Angelina, but cut it due to word limit.

[sailtomarina]

I don’t want to be alone right now

fred weasley & hermione granger | friendship, fluff

He found her huddled in the garden, the curls a stark difference from the hydrangeas and rhododendrons flanking her on both sides. Ugly, gasping sobs rent the otherwise still space. It wasn’t yet midday, but rather that brief break after the morning bird calls and just before the afternoon drone of insects.

Fred didn’t know what had compelled him to walk out the back door. Call it a sixth sense, or whatever else. There was a tug; he followed.

Now, he stood watching her. Hermione. 

What is she doing here? he thought. Why is she crying?

Fred’s first impulse was to hunt down his baby brother and drag him outside. Surely he was the cause of all this, or, at the very least, knew what had happened. Fred could never figure out what it was that bound the two together aside from–and here, he scoffed–life and death. Without Harry Potter, without Hermione’s propensity to help, help, always help, the two shared very little in common.

He loved Ron, but he also knew Ron was a bit of a dunderhead.

“Hermione?” Crouching down, he tried to keep his voice soft. He didn’t want to scare her off.

She gasped anyway, face jerking up to reveal blotchy skin wet from distress. “F-Fred?”

He held both palms up in an entreaty. “What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

He knew what her answer would be before she voiced it, because this was Hermione. She’d rather bear all the weight of her troubles until she collapsed rather than burden anybody else. She was like Harry, in that way. Maybe that was where Ron fit in–the only one of the three who sought help, and received their trust in kind.

“No, I-I’m fine. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–” Now she stood, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her jumper. Her eyes darted around as if she was ashamed. He could tell she was looking for an avenue of escape.

“Don’t apologise. I come out here, too, sometimes.”

“You do?” There was so much hope in those two words.

“I do.” And he did. 

Of all his siblings, only he and Charlie seemed to take comfort in Mum’s garden. The others would rather sprint off to the fields for Quidditch, or to the orchard to get lost among the trunks and apple-laden branches. He did, as well, but when he wanted quiet–true quiet–he came here.

“Why?”

“It’s one of the only places where nobody thinks to look for me.” Except for George, of course. But George, unlike the rest, knew when to give him space without being told or asked for it. “Is that what you would prefer? For me to give you privacy?”

She chewed on her lip as she seemed to consider him. He observed her back, waiting patiently for her to reply. Moisture still clung to her lashes, framing her dark, gold-flecked eyes and making them appear even larger. They reminded Fred of fire sparks in the night.

“No. I don’t want to be alone right now, even though I did earlier.” The small smile she sent him felt like a win. Her cheeks flushed as he rewarded her with a grin of his own.

Almost shyly, she took his offered hand, biting her lip all the while. She allowed him to lead her over to the stone bench above which wisteria hung with its heavy perfume. She didn’t pull away when he continued to hold on.

“Now, who do I need to go and beat up?”

Her tinkling laughter was a balm that soothed as much as delighted. Fred didn’t know it yet, but this was the start of something lasting and beautiful, a connection that would save him when all seemed lost.

Written for Weasleys, Witches, & Writers 7.19.24 HumpDay prompt, “I don’t want to be alone right now

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[sailtomarina]

Tea Leaves and Pure Nonsense

It was a lovely spring day, the sort where the sun hung high in a true blue sky and the clouds drifted like dandelion seeds. Arthur would have enjoyed a lark around the lake, or perhaps an idle sort of broom flight out on the castle grounds.

Instead, he sat in a dimly lit room, nearly choking on the overwhelming incense of the Divination Classroom. No cool breeze, here. There was, however, a different sort of reprieve to be found at the table next to the one his own.

Fiery curls spilling artfully over one shoulder.

A full-bodied laugh that might have defied decorum if it came from anyone less enchanting.

A rose-cheeked smile capable of making the recipient feel at the top of the world.

His eyes lingered on the graceful curve of her neck as she flung her head back in another one of her laughs. He wished he were the one at her side. What could Malfoy have said to entertain her so?

“If you wanted to partner with Molly that badly, then you should have said so from the start.” The sharpness in Minverva’s tone pulled his attention back just in time to pretend fascination in his tea leaves as the professor sauntered past.

He couldn’t read much in the muddling at the bottom of his teacup. If he squinted, he thought they might look something like a leaning tower. Or, was it the number seven?

He waited until their professor had walked away before replying. “There’s no point. Also, I wanted to partner with you. How else am I supposed to make sense of this?” He emphasised the last point with an exasperated wave of his hand.

She gave an unladylike snort, but still leaned over to peer into the porcelain cup. “How do you know there’s no point? She’s a lovely witch, and you are not unpleasant company.”

Arthur peered doubtfully over his shoulder once more. “I don’t have much to offer. Ow!” He rubbed at his hand where Minerva had sent a mild stinging hex. “What was that for?”

“I loathe self-pity. That will not attract anyone.”

As much as Arthur wanted to list out all the ways in which he was inferior to wizards like Lucius Malfoy, there was no arguing with Minerva on the matter. Deep down, he knew she was right. It was maddening, sometimes, how she refused to let him wallow.

And she wasn’t done speaking.

“You are every bit the Quidditch player that he is, and, I dare say, even better because of your exceptional teamwork. You are not lazy in your studies, which is why I don’t mind partnering with you. You would catch more romantic attention if you sat up and took confidence in your abilities.”

As she rattled off the list of assets, Arthur felt a warmth spreading slowly from his centre, outward. He straightened his back. Relaxed his shoulders. Took a deep breath that he let out slowly.

Minerva quirked a brow at him, taking notice of the shift in his demeanour. Then, she nodded in approval. “That’s more like it. Now pour me another cup; my reading is pure nonsense.”

He chortled and did as she bid.

Arthur didn’t pick up the way a certain witch peeked his way at the sound of his amusement, nor how she nibbled at her lip as if in deep thought. Minerva did. Her smile was slight, then gone before anyone could see.

Written for the Weasleys, Witches, & Writers' Wheel of Chaos.

Your Weasley is: Arthur Your Hogwarts Class is: Divination And your trope is: Meddling Friends

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I almost never write for this era, nor for these characters, making this prompt even more of a challenge! I have no clue if Minerva went to school around the same time as Arthur, Molly, and Lucius, but I like to think so given their personalities.

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[dhr-ao3]

Popcorn Necklace

Popcorn Necklace https://ift.tt/mXtCRAu by Golubeva Voldemort is defeated, almost all Death Eaters are dead or imprisoned in Azkaban. But what to do with those whose fault wasn't fully proven? The magical world has found an answer: a monitoring and rehabilitation program was established so that these witches and wizards can become law-abiding members of the magical community. By twist of fate, this program will bring together those who, seemingly, are opposites: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. But opposites attract, don't they? Words: 3146, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, Draco Malfoy In Love, Magical Artifacts, Hogwarts, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Relationship, School, Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers, dramione - Freeform, epidemic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zmM2QRU April 22, 2024 at 06:19PM

[sailtomarina]

My fic for the Wooing a Weasley fest is now available to read on AO3 here! Inspired by the 2001 romcom The Wedding Planner 🎉

Padma Patil lives her dream job as a wedding planner, bringing together love and fantasy in an unforgettable experience time and time again. She’s much too busy to worry about her own love life! That is until she bumps into George Weasley and emotions she’d long ignored make themselves known. Can Padma set aside personal feelings to plan the wedding of the season, or will one little dance bring it all crashing down?

See below for a sneak peek:

“Watch out!” Hands wrapped around her ankle in startling familiarity, and Padma found herself engulfed in the heavy weight of another body. One sharp tug later, and they both went flying backwards just in time to miss the blaring horn of a large coach bus. “Oh!” she exclaimed, taken aback at the near miss. How had she not noticed the near collision? If not for her saviour, she’d be nothing but a flattened bit of witch smeared across the pavement. Cool air tickled her foot. Her very exposed foot. “My Jimmy Choo’s!” “Seriously? That’s your first concern?” came an exasperated voice, one she now recognised along with the fact that she was in an extremely compromising position. He still held her close, legs and arms bracketing her form. Padma could smell minty pine with an undercurrent of smokiness. Turning her face to confirm her suspicions presented her with signature auburn hair, vivid blue eyes, and the slightly exasperated grin of her favourite Weasley. “George!” His smile widened, if that was even possible, causing his eyes to crinkle in an adorable display that was purely him. “Wotcher, Padma.”

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padma Patil/George Weasley Characters: Padma Patil, George Weasley, Parvati Patil, Millicent Bulstrode, Lavender Brown, Angelina Johnson, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Padma and Parvati Patil's Father, Padma and Parvati Patil's Mother, Original Characters, Original Muggle Character(s) Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Inspired by The Wedding Planner, Canon Divergence - Post-Hogwarts, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Infidelity, Fashion designer Parvati Patil, Fashion Designer Lavender Brown, Quidditch Player Angelina Johnson, Pride of Portree, Boss Padma Patil, BAMF Millicent Bulstrode, George Weasley Needs to Sort His Shit, Facebook: Weasleys Witches & Writers, Weasleys Witches & Writers Wooing a Weasley Fest 2024

[queen-of-duct-tape]

Weasley Playlist

Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes, (I've Had) The Time of My Life

The first time Percy brought Audrey to the Burrow, it seemed almost too good to be true. She had hugged his mother and laughed with his brothers. She only chatted briefly with his sister, but Ginny sent him a thumbs up while Audrey wasn't looking. She even endured his father's endless questions about being a muggle with a smile on her face.

Later, he was walking her home while she smiled up at him. "I had a great time today, Perce," she said, and sounded genuine.

Percy tried to smile back. "I hope it wasn't too much. They mean well, but they can come on a little strong, especially Dad. I tried to tell him not to ambush you..."

Audrey stopped him. "He didn't. But your family isn't the reason I had such a good day."

Percy looked at her, perplexed. They had spent all day with his family.

Her gaze softened. "It's you, Perce. I had a great day because I spent it with you, because... I love you."

It was the first time she had said it. They had been dancing around the phrase for weeks, and Percy knew he felt it. He felt the twinge in his heart when he saw her smile, and felt it leap in his chest when she smiled at him. He thought he could see it in her eyes too when she looked at him and practically sparkled, but he hadn't been able to summon up that infamous Gryffindor courage to tell her.

He crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was like fire, consuming them both. It burned through him, until he shifted, softened, and eased back, resting his forehead on hers.

"I love you, too."

For the Weasley Playlist in the Weasleys, Witches, and Writers Facebook group. Percy/Audrey.

[queen-of-duct-tape]

Weasley Playlist

Tamar Braxton, The One

After the war George is depressed and doesn't know how to handle the loss of his twin. Maybe he doesn't reopen the shop, or he does but his heart isn't in it and the business suffers. He tries to cope using alcohol, drugs, sex. But nothing can fill the hole in his heart and when the highs ends he's left lower and more broken than before. Angelina is his friend through all of this. He keeps his distance because he knows she won't take his shit but he keeps coming back to her because he's never once felt judged or pitied by her. Angelina doesn't save him. He has to do that himself. She's there for him along the way, holding his hand while he picks up the pieces of his life and tries to put them back together in a fresh way.

In the end (beginning) George is scared to rock the boat of their relationship because she seems so strong and steady, but it winds up being the best risk he ever takes. He has her heart, and she is his everything.

For the Weasley Playlist in the Weasleys, Witches, and Writers Facebook group. George/Angelina.