#Jock!Fred Weasley

[r2d2lover]

5 Galleons Pt. 2

Pairing: Fred Wealey x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Fluff and angst with smut in this part, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.

Summary:

The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.

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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.

Fred cursed the moment the game ended, watching all the flags around the Quidditch Pitch turn yellow in Hufflepuff's favor. McLaggen was nowhere as good of a player as Ron was, even though Fred would rather die than admit that to his own brother. It was obvious after this embarrassing game that ended 60-320. He watched McLaggen miss each Hufflepuff Bludger because he was too busy telling the rest of the team how to play. However, Fred was equally distracted, watching you zip around as Seeker as you weaved between the other players in pursuit of the Golden Snitch. He had a whole plan about how he was going to lead you back to his room under the watchful eye of McLaggen. Now in the locker room, he refrained himself for punching him out for costing Gryffindor the game and instead looked forward to relishing in being 5 galleons cheaper the next day. Fred just had to get creative. He swore he caught you staring at him while he was redoing the laces to his uniform pants before the game started, but you looked away before he could acknowledge you from across the Pitch.

Luckily, Harry kept the post-game talk brief, but Fred found it easy to slip out at the last minute to take a shower and change into clean clothes for the Hufflepuff party. He expected very little of the experience, just looking forward to seeing their famed Seeker. He descended the spiral staircase that lead to the Hufflepuff common room, sighing at the fact that it was in the basement. Earlier that day, Fred had grabbed a first year Hufflepuff and coerced him into giving Fred the common room password by offering him a free Skiving Snackbox. Fred was determined to walk into the common room unscathed and with a proud look on his face for her. He loved watching her melt into an uncharacteristically nervous mess around him. She was even changing him a little bit. Fred recalled the other day in Potions when he told her that her perfume was the only thing he could smell in the Amortentia. It wasn't a complete lie; he also smelled a faint scent of old books and grassy leather. He thought it was probably because the first time he met the Hufflepuff Princess was during a Quidditch practice in their first year and he spent the rest of his years trying to uncover her secrets. When Fred finally reached the unsuspecting barrels that hid the Hufflepuff common room, he reached the middle barrel and gave it a careful five knocks. The wall dissolved, revealing loud music and even louder cheers. Fred smiled to himself before entering the Hufflepuff common room, ready to see her.

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You've taken a sip from something your best friend brewed, trusting her because she was the Potions professor's favorite. "It's not alcohol," she had promised, giving you a large mug of the liquid. It sure felt like Firewhiskey, giving the same warming feeling. However, instead of hiccuping or feeling sleepy like you usually did after taking sips of Firewhiskey, you felt on top of the world. It didn't help that the entire common room was chanting your name because of your winning save. Nothing could ground you in that moment, not even Fred, who sauntered through the common room doors untouched by vinegar. He immediately spotted you because you decided to stand on the middle table waving at people, a reckless thing that your friend was surely going to tease you about later. Fred could barely hide his amusement as he made his way to he table, offering you a helping hand down. 

"Is this what you're like to the Hufflepuffs? Maybe I should beg for a house transfer," Fred leaned in close, moving your hair to the side. "And you let your hair down."

"It's out of pity," You bit your lip, fixated on the way Fred was showing off his forearms in his rolled up uniform shirt. "That game was absolutely terrible for Gryffindor. Here, take a sip of this."

You offered Fred the cup you were drinking from, which he took gladly. You lead him to a couch and he refused to give you your cup back. A second year Hufflepuff quickly gave you a new cup and you laughed. You could get used to this. Other people from your house came by to comment on how good the game was to Fred, who just laughed and blamed McLaggen for costing Gryffindor their spot in the finale. Others gave you raised eyebrows at Fred's arm that was thrown across your shoulders, which you didn't even notice at first. Whatever liquid your best friend had made was truly working its magic. You decided to interrogate Fred on his newfound obsession with you.

"So what's with the sudden attention?" You tilted your head back to make eye contact with Fred. He had that same amused face from earlier.

"What do you mean?" But you could tell from his eyes he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Our entire time at Hogwarts, you've barely talked to me, but now you show interest. What are you playing at?" You squinted at him, hoping that Fred would crack. He simply took another sip of your drink coolly and shrugged.

"I'm not playing at anything. I just didn't know how to get the mighty Hufflepuff Princess to fall," You rolled at your eyes at his fixed grin. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "From Quidditch practice our first year, I've always wondered what it is that makes you tick."

You flinched when Fred placed a hand on your exposed thigh. You didn't realize how far your skirt was riding up. He squeezed lightly, laughing at how your stuttering again. You took a deep breath and moved his hand back to his own lap.

"That's such a lie. Everyone knows you were pining after Angelina Johnson since our first year," You said mockingly, regrettably out of your drink. You decided the let the liquid settle instead of getting more, already feeling extroverted and talkative. 

"Hm. Do I sense jealousy?" Fred tilted your chin to look at him and your chest felt tight. You kept eye contact with him until you made the fatal mistake of dropping your gaze to his lips. With a swift movement that you could barely process, your lips touched his. You were emboldened by the potion. Fred quickly set down his cup, using his now free hand to cup your face. You heard an excited hum come from Fred, who pulled you into a deeper kiss. It was hungry. Desperate, even. He tasted just like the potion you both had been drinking, laced with a metallic tinge that came from an injury he sustained earlier in the Qudditch game.

"I'm jealous of nothing," You murmured against his lips, breaking the kiss. Your heart was undoubtedly racing. It felt like the entire common room went silent and still. After the kiss, you felt like the entire common room was watching you, heightening your nerves. Fred grabbed your shaking hands, pulling it around his neck. This time, he leaned in for a kiss and you unconsciously tangled your fingers into the back of his hair. The rest of the world melted away into Fred's lips. You secretly liked that he knew what he was doing, biting at your bottom lip for entrance. 

"Somewhere," You said breathlessly between kisses. "More private."

Fred obliged quickly, letting you lead him up to your private prefect quarters.

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"Who knew you were so naughty?" Fred teased as you fumbled with the keys to your room. You were the obvious choice for prefect since you've started Hogwarts and you worked towards the title for the added responsibility, but the best perk by far was your own room. Fred didn't waste time once you were able to open your door. He pinned you against the wall immediately, kissing you deeper than he did in the common room. He slid a hand between your waist, untucking your shirt from your skirt with finesse so that he could feel your curves. You were still a little tense, feeling inadequate against Fred's knowledgable hand movements. You had only done this once before with an older Ravenclaw from your Arithmancy class late last year, so luckily he was gone before the rest of the school could find out about your escapade. This time, there was no hiding from the way that you hungrily dragged Fred up the prefect stairs. You didn't care if it was out of character for you. You were having dirty thoughts about this weekend ever since Fred made his bet and said he could only smell your perfume in the Amortentia. Your fingers quickly worked to unbutton his white uniform top, earning a smile from Fred against your kiss. You rid him of his shirt and he tried to do the same for you, but you were in a sweater vest. 

Fred groaned when you started undoing his belt, fingers grazing the top of his boxers. "Take off something," Fred pleaded, breaking the kiss so that he could watch you undress. You popped your sweater vest over your head and starting undoing your button down.

"Merlin, are you trying to kill me?" He sat back on his elbows on your bed, absolutely reeling from the fact that you had forgone a bra.

"I forgot to put one on after the game," You said softly, stepping out of your skirt. You met Fred at your bed, giving him a kiss before taking his pants all the way off. You pushed his legs all the way on to the bed, climbing in between his thighs. Fred watched bewitched at the sight of you about to go down on him. You gave him a smirk before reaching down to his hard cock, giving it a few pumps while leaning up to kiss him. He groaned in satisfaction and could barely contain himself when you kissed down his neck to his naval, finally placing a kiss on his sensitive head. You made sure to look up at him before you grazed your tongue along his shaft, making him jump a bit. You proceeded taking his length into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and letting your tongue loosen.

"If only they could see you now," Fred said breathlessly, bunching your hair up out of your face. "The perfect Hufflepuff Princess in all- Fuck- All her glory. You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock."

You moaned at his praise and decided that you needed release of your own, but your moaning only encouraged Fred to push your head down deeper, giving a satisfying moan himself. You came off Fred with a pop, choking from the lack of air. Fred, his hand still in your hair, pulled you up for a kiss before flipping you on your back.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Fred whispered, dragging his nose across your cheek. You cherished his caring tone, his usual flirty playboy persona melting into the air around the two of you,

"Fred, I... I want- Fuck... No. I need you," You begged, dragging your hands down his chest. He grinned, tracing two fingers across your folds, sighing happily from how wet you were.

"Oh, I can tell. I just like listening to you beg," Fred smirked, teasing your entrance. You squirmed at the thought of relief just seconds away.

"Please," You slurred, pulling on his hair so that he would lean down to kiss you. You cursed his patience, but finally he leaned in with a thrust that made your back arch. "Oh my God." 

Your whimpering only encouraged Fred's rhythmic thrusts. You could barely let out the words faster, harder before he met your demands. Your release built up faster as he continued to comment on how beautiful you looked under him. Fred's arms were planted strongly at the sides of your head, with a steady gaze on your pleasure.

"You take me so well. Look at me. I want you to look at me while you cum," Your eyes had drifted shut in order to fully feel Fred's unforgiving stretching of your entrance, but he used a free hand to grab your face to make sure you were looking at him. He leaned back slightly, changing the angle that he was fucking you at, hitting a different spot that made you moan so loud you forgot that there was a party happening downstairs. Fred used his other hand to reach down between your legs, rubbing slowly and softly, sending you into a frenzy. You could barely breathe and you surrendered any reservations about being quiet as you came around his cock. Fred groaned, dropping his body onto yours, burying his face into the crook of your neck and placing kisses on the sensitive skin.

"Fred," You choked out, winded from your orgasm. "I want you to fill me up."

Fred let out a string of curses at your vulgarness and with a thrust that was deeper than the others, he came in you and collapsed besides you, a panting and sweaty mess. He leaned up on one elbow, relishing in how messy you looked because of him. 

"Here, I'll clean you up," Fred said delicately, rushing over to your washbasin with one of your facecloths. He offered you your clothes back, but you simply rolled over and enjoyed the moment. Fred climbed into bed with you, surprising you when he pulled you into his chest. He continued to comment on how beautiful you were as he stroked your hair, lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up, hazy from the light filtering through your curtains. You jolted awake when you realized that you weren't wearing any clothes except for a button down that was way too big for you. Fred was gone, but left a soft dent in your bed that told you that he had left rather recently. Checking the time, you saw that breakfast wouldn't open for another hour, but you decided that it was probably best to check on the state of the common room after last night. You changed into a new set of clothes, kicking aside the haphazardly strewn garments from last night into a pile that you would deal with later. You realized with a frown that Fred had only left his shirt and not a note or anything of the sort. 

When you descended the stairs, you wish you weren't chosen as prefect. The rest of the house seemed to have had a night like yours, your fellow housemates asleep on any flat surface possible. You slowly made your rounds to wake people up so that they could go back to their rooms just in case Professor Sprout wanted to make a surprise Saturday visit. Afterwards, you basked in the stillness of the room, choosing to skip breakfast in favor of a leftover pumpkin pasty that someone had stolen a tray of from the kitchen next door. You cringed at the thought of having to talk to Fred now. What could you possibly say? Hopefully he'd find something witty to say first, diffusing the tension. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch deciding to put these thoughts in the same pile of clothes on your floor to worry about later.

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Once it reached nightfall, you realized you successfully but accidentally avoided Fred and any other suspecting gossip from the school. You spent the day preoccupied with following your best friend around Hogsmeade, who was in pursuit of various potion ingredients and details of last night. You kept her at bay by telling her that you'd reveal everything once you returned to your rooms for the night because you were worried about any eavesdroppers. By the time you returned for dinner, you were exhausted. The minute you took the side of the table that faced the Gryffindors, you felt silly for putting this much effort in hopes of simply catching a glimpse of Fred. You noticed that he was sitting at a different part of the table with most of the Quidditch team instead of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. It also looked like he was getting a lecture from George, but his new seat was mostly blocked by the Slytherins that sat in front of them.

Halfway through dinner, the twins and Cormac McLaggen left the Great Hall with devious looks on their faces. Your best friend spent the next few minutes persuading you into following them so you could talk to Fred. With a sigh, you went out the same double doors that Fred cornered you in just a few days ago and began to look for Fred. He couldn't have gone back to his room. This would be the most inefficient way to get there. You rounded the corner before stopping dead in your tracks and ducking behind a pillar. The twins and McLaggen stood in the middle of the cloister, laughing hysterically.

"Alright, pay up," Fred laughed, holding his hand out towards McLaggen, who groaned before digging into the pocket of his robes.

"What if I don't believe you? George?" McLaggen pressed, bouncing a pouch of coins in his hands. George held up his hands in defense.

"That was a solo adventure for Fred. Though through twin ESP, I can assure you he's not lying," George laughed, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder. You were incredibly confused, mind racing with possibilities about what they were talking about. It was the same feeling as when Fred kissed you, but much more sinister.

You felt like you were going to be sick.

"It really wasn't as much of a challenge as you thought, McLaggen, I think I'm just simply better than you. It was easy. She's all soft under that uppity exterior," Fred gloated. "She folded within minutes." Fred had on a look that you could only describe as a leer and was brought back to reality when George smacked him on the chest and told him that he shouldn't be talking about girls like that. With that, you were stunned, barely able to process the entire conversation. Really, it felt like you had been casted with Petrificus Totalus and you forgot how to breathe. You watched McLaggen curse under his breath and hand over five galleons to Fred.

With each clink of the coin, you felt your face get hotter and eyes get wetter. You softly cast the Disillusionment charm over yourself so that you could run back to your room undetected, tears falling without remorse. You only made it to the mermaid fountain in Central Hall before collapsing, forgetting to breathe after leaving the walkway. You cursed yourself for stopping here out of all places, refusing to look at the library. You were relieved that the study period for the night hadn't started yet, but there was a greater sense of loneliness in the usually bustling hall now more than ever. You desperately tried to put yourself together, not wanting anyone - but mostly your fellow housemates - to see you like this. You decided to salvage any reputation you had left by quickly drying your tears and finding solitude in your room.

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"C'mon, you've never skipped class. I don't think Professor Flitwick will give you detention but I also don't think you want to find out," Your best friend coaxed you out of bed. All you could do was turn in your bed so that you would face the wall instead of her.

"No. Fred is in that class," You said dejectedly, knowing that she was right. Flitwick was your favorite teacher and you his favorite student, but you couldn't bear the thought of looking at Fred after what happened on Saturday. You were grateful that there were no prefect duties to attend to at all yesterday, deciding that the best course of action was to lock yourself in your room all day and "get a head start on the next week." Your best friend slipped you some food that she nabbed from the Great Hall and fortunately, did not press any further. You told her yesterday that nothing happened between you and Fred. You've never felt more embarrassed in your life and saying the words out loud would only mean that it were true. With a great sigh, you ripped off your blankets and decided to get ready for the day, unable to come up with a good excuse for missing Charms.

You played nervously with the end of your braid while walking to the Charms classroom, wishing you had did another hairstyle. It was soothing for you to do up your hair, but in your distracted state, the intricate design was lost and you just felt messy. You still managed to get to Charms class a little early, hoping to ask the professor a question you encountered in your studies last night. You also hoped that this meant you could get a seat in the front of the class quickly.

You were surprised to have spotted Fred sitting uncharacteristically by the wall in front of class and all you could hear above the sound of your heart pounding in your ears was the clinking of the Galleons. Before you could decide to give up on classes for the day and run back to your room, Fred waved at you and got up quickly to meet you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, warding off any feelings of crying. 

"Hey, I missed you this weekend," Fred grinned, which only made you clutch your books harder. His expression turned quizzical when he realized you refused to meet his gaze.

"How unfortunate," Your said softly, voice shaking. It wasn't in your nature to ignore him and honestly you didn't know how without appearing rude. Ha. How could you worry about being rude to Fred Weasley when the only reason he was talking to you was to try to win some cheap bet with his friends. Your anxiety immediately turned into a sour anger when you realized this, trying to move around Fred into the classroom. He grabbed you by the waist and swiftly pinned you to the wall, just like he did the night before, making you yelp.

"What? That bad? I thought you had a rather good time," Fred said cheekily, clearly not understanding the issue. You decided to look the beast in the eye, which was a fatal mistake. Every emotion that you kept bottled up over the weekend threatened to spill out 

"I think it's best if we just get along with our lives, okay?" You said, hoping that you were giving him an out from the whole situation. You literally bit your tongue in order to avoid saying anything else. Fred looked at you bewilderedly and released his hand around your waist, causing you to bolt towards the classroom.

"Hey, wait! Wait, what's wrong?" Fred grabbed you by the arm before you could really get anywhere and you could barely hold back your tears from his sincerely concerned voice. Determined not to cry in front of him, you took another deep breath. You couldn't believe you were in this situation, frustrated above all. Fred couldn't possibly be concerned about you. You were just a game to him. A mere five galleons. The churning in your stomach and tears welling in your eyes dispelled itself as word vomit.

"Look I know, okay? I know why you started talking to me. I know why you made that silly... bet with me," You spit, yanking your arm out of his grasp. "I tried to go talk to you on Saturday night after dinner and I saw it all. You, George, McLaggen. The whole thing. You know what, fuck you, Fred. You don't have to deal with my 'uppity exterior' anymore, okay? I don't want you to. You're a slag. I don't ever want to talk to you again."

At this point, the hallway was filling up with students on their way to class, so many of your classmates definitely saw you shove Fred in the chest so hard that he stumbled backwards into the wall. Surprisingly, you didn't cry at all, but instead, your mouth stayed with a sour taste that you thought would resolve itself if you gave Fred a piece of your mind. Leaving him stunned, you wiped a little bit of blood off your mouth from biting your lip so hard and ducked into the Charms classroom.

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Much to your mortification, your best friend and the rest of the Hufflepuff table was buzzing about your confrontation with Fred. The lunch break never felt so long. People congratulated you for showing him up without caring about the reason why. This time, you sat in your usual seat with your back to the Gryffindor tables. Your best friend couldn't contain her curiosity and set aside her courtesy from before, demanding to know what happened to warrant such a reaction. You promised her that you would tell her later. Luckily, you had a free period during this time and could hide from all the whispers in the hall. If you had to hear "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" one more time, you were going to hex somebody. You decided to leave the Great Hall early, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of attention you were receiving.You barely made it passed the second set of doors to the Great Hall when someone called your name. You turned around, knowing exactly who it was.

"Fred, it hasn't even been six hours. I meant it when I said I don't ever want to speak to you again," You kept walking forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Fred quickly moved in front of you, physically stopping you between himself and the house points hourglasses.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job at it," Fred retorted humorously. Maybe you should just hex him, you thought. "Okay, bad joke. Look, I want to explain myself. You deserve an explanation."

"I- Whatever, make it quick," You thought that if you let him say what he wanted, he would leave you alone afterwards. "You've embarrassed me enough."

"It really wasn't my intention. I... I sincerely apologize for treating you the way I did. It was a sleazy thing to do. I wasn't thinking and I let my pride get before knowing you. I- I'm sorry," Fred looked at you with such a definitiveness that it sent a shiver down your spine. You cursed your softhearted nature. You couldn't just forgive him like this. You folded your arms because looking at his vulnerability made you want to pull him into a hug.

"I think the worst part is I believed you. I believed that you actually liked me. I can't even look at you without feeling humiliated. Did you fake that whole show in potions too?," You said as coolly as possible. 

"Actually like you? I... Look, I- I do. I actually do like you. Ever since that day I met you on the Quidditch Pitch. I've been an ass but that part is real. I didn't do the bet to make a point, but because I actually wanted to. I really did smell your perfume that day in the Amortentia. You drive me crazy. I-"

"Please don't say 'actually' or 'really' again. They're starting not to sound like words," You joked gently. Fred laughed in relief and cupped the side of your face, softly stroking your cheek.

"Are you still mad at me?" Fred pulled you in a little bit closer, easing you into a hug.

"Just a little bit. But you can make it up to me later," You said, happily inhaling his cologne. 

"Oh, later?" Fred pulled away to give you his signature goofy grin, only for you to smack his chest and say something not-so clever about his dirty mind.

[greenerteacups]

I've never considered the possibility of Fred and George being capital "H" Hot until I read Lionheart. I don't mean handsomeness but the way you write them kind of... complete? Well-rounded? Self-confident in their unseriousness? I don't know, they're really fascinating and exciting as a unit of two unpredictable, witty, reliable, hilarious lads. They have Presence!

YES! Welome to The Hot Twins Agenda. The Weasleys in general are a family full of giant heroic ginger jocks who all end up pulling the most insanely beautiful and talented women around, except Ginny, who bewitches the literal wizarding messiah. It's not even about physical attractiveness, it's about the Presence.

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Weasleys As Highschool Stereotypes

(Except I don't know my stereotypes very well, just roll with me here)

Arthur Weasley

A nerd. A total nerd. He was that kid he studied Astronomy for fun, but then failed all of his school exams. He's had his fair share of head injuries after accidentally running into walls.

Molly Weasley

Don't ask, but she gives me "I'm too cool for boys" feminist vibes. Like, she hates all men and stuff, but then grows out of it and becomes a trad-wife later down the track

Bill Weasley

He's a nerd and a jock. Period. Similar to his dad, he studied random subjects for fun, but also studied for his school subjects as well. Probably that kid who threw the ball too hard in P.E. and unintentionally caused injuries.

Charlie Weasley

That kid who would pick up lizards and critters on the school ground and show people. He probably ate food off the floor (as long it was wrapped first) at least a few times.

Percy Weasley

Constantly stressed out kid who studied during the holidays. Did maths for fun. Socially awkward though.

Fred Weasley

Never studied for exams and is still shocked that he fails. The kid who would start arguments with the teachers. Always

George Weasley

Also never studied for exams but isn't shocked when he fails. If he isn't arguing with the teachers with Fred, he's doodling on his parchments.

Ron Weasley

Honestly, he was probably that kid who never sat down on chairs. Probably also slept in the corner of the classroom when the teachers weren't there. Like, who wouldn't?

Ginny Weasley

The overly aggressive competitive kid. Got mad if you weren't trying in P.E. friendly games and has probably tried to make rolling down hills a competitive sport.

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Dancing In Pyjamas

Summary: Y/N and Hermione have been friends ever since they met in first year. But with a tournament involving death, romance and anger, could it turn into something more? Or will their insecurities and misunderstandings be the downfall of what could be the greatest romance story of the century?

Pairings: Hermione Granger x Jock!Fem!Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (platonic), Ronald Weasley x Reader (platonic, little bit of fighting).

Warnings: Studies, slight misogyny (from Ron), tooth-rotting fluff at the end.

A/N: This is my first time writing Hermione! I’m pretty sure she was my gay awakening...

Part 2

*not my gif*

You sat next to Hermione as the practice assignment was held in the hall. Ron was on her left, and Harry on his, whilst you had plenty of space on your right. Your quill scratched on the paper in the back of your book, multiple other dress designs scratched out whilst your final cutout of a feminine outline laid waste to your ideas.

You smirked as Ron got his head shoved back towards his paper by Snape, a caution as he talked to Harry. You weren’t really listening to what the boys said, but Hermione’s words were enough to draw out your attention.

“It might interest you to know that Neville’s already got someone.” She sneered at the boys.

Ron scoffed. “Now I’m really depressed.”

“Oh, please. You wouldn’t know depression unless it hit you in the face like a Bludger.” You smirked, observing Harry’s grin and Hermione’s eye roll.

You watched the twins opposite you hand you a note, gesturing to Ron before you handed it to him. He read it and Fred looked at you, an eyebrow raising whilst you nodded to the side.

He threw a crumpled ball of paper at the girl a few metres away, but you saw the winning grin of the older Weasley and knew he’d pissed off Ron.

“Oy Hermione… you’re a girl…”

“Well-spotted.” She retorted.

“You’re dead, Weasley.” You quietly chuckled under your breath.

You ducked just as Snape swiped his hand at Ron’s head, glaring at the four of you whilst he hit Harry’s head too. 

“Well, it’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone… but for a girl, it’s just sad.”

If knives could have come out of eyes, Hermione would be guilty of first-degree manslaughter with at least 58 stabs. “I won’t be going alone because believe it or not, somebody’s already asked me.” She hissed, getting up and handing her book to Professor Snape.

She came back and you gave her a sympathetic look, but she slightly ignored you. “And I said yes.” She snapped at Ron, leaving the hall.

You watched her go, empathy filling your chest as you glared at Ron. He simply stared at you, almost waitingly. “Well? Who are you going with?” He asked.

“Definitely not you.” You chuckled angrily, giving your book to Snape too and he was impressed at your already dried calculations. 

As you walked past Ron and Harry, you clapped the Weasley over the head; but with you being the Gryffindor Beater, that was a pretty hard smack.

You eventually found Hermione in the Gryffindor common room, heading up the stairs towards your shared room. “Granger, wait up!”

She sharply turned on the stairs and looked at you harshly, but you saw right through her. Tears brimmed in the corners of her calming brown eyes, reddening the whites around them before she stormed up the rest of the stairs.

You walked up slowly, knowing she had nowhere to go, and leaned against the stone wall as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Granger…” You sighed, walking up to her as you stripped off your robe.

“What, Y/N?” She hissed, still angry but you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“Come on, let it out.” You pulled her up onto her feet, opening your arms up to her.

She hugged you tightly, a crack coming from your back even, and you simply enveloped her in your warmth. You held a large height advantage on her, as well as your bulked-up Beater-trained body that allowed her to hold you just how she wanted.

You and Hermione have been friends since first year. Whilst Ron and Harry would be mischievous together and be boys, Hermione would be left alone. She’d often find herself wandering the grounds of Hogwarts, eventually finding you in your oversized Quidditch uniform as you observed the training program. You were a scrawny little thing, only eleven years old, but you were determined. She’d watched you get absolutely beaten up by the Bludgers, many bruises already forming, but what sealed your friendship was simple:

A Bludger had been hurtling towards her face, surely going to knock her out, and you beat it away with your bat. You’d asked her if she was okay, and she thought that she should have been asking you that question. Laughs and giggles were shared before she offered to take you to Madam Pomfrey, who she’d noted down as she memorised the grounds. 

Four long years you’ve been at each other’s sides, and yet here you were, unable to tell her how you feel. 

“You okay?” You muttered, hand on the back of her head as it was tucked underneath your chin.

“I’m better.” She replied, liking the fact that you were warm.

“Good.” You sighed calmly, putting her back on the bed.

“Now, wanna tell me who’s taking you to the Yule Ball?”

“Only if you promise not to tell anyone else.” She pointed a finger at you, which just made you chuckle as you brushed away a loose tear on her cheek.

“Of course. I promise.”

“Viktor Krum.” She stated.

You held back your sigh of defeat. Of course he would have asked her, and of course she would have said yes. The two were so opposite, yet it worked - a big hunk of meat paired with a nerdy, intelligent, beautiful, astonishing, stubborn, childish, witty…

Yeah, that didn’t work.

“Okay.” You replied instead, kissing her temple as you stood upright.

“I’m going to go to Quidditch practice.” 

“Y/N, Quidditch isn’t on this year, remember?” She chided playfully.

You rolled your eyes gently, giving her a calming smirk. “And who says I can’t train?” 

Her tears were now gone, her heart was warm, and a smile was on her cheeks. “Bye, Y/N.”

Your job as her friend was done for now.

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You now stood with the other Gryffindors as Professor McGonagall explained the Yule Ball Dance, your legs annoyingly tucked together at the knee as you sat next to Hermione. You scowled at Ron as he made a comment about the girl standing behind you, hoping that she didn’t hear what he said.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley…” McGonagall grabbed him and led him to the middle of the room, making you grin devilishly as you flipped him off. 

He was about to do it back, but McGonagall corrected him to put his hand on her waist. The music started via Filch, the traditional waltz making its way into your brain and forcing you to tap your foot along to it. 

You stood up as McGonagall inquired, counting the boys and girls and realising you were outnumbered. You quickly grabbed Hermione and whipped her into your arms, your hand on her waist and the other in her grasp.

“What are you doing?!” She shouted softly with no malicious intent.

“I’m saving you from dancing with someone like Dean or Seamus.” You replied just louder than the music.

You easily led Hermione throughout the dance, twirling her effortlessly before bringing her back into your touch. Your heart was thumping out of your chest and you were glad her head wasn’t resting against you, in fear that she would hear it race.

The laughter and giggles that came from her made your cheeks start hurting from smiling so much, inside jokes and sometimes even stomach-holding cackles made you stop dancing if but for a moment. Hermione eventually smirked at you as she swirled back into you, causing you to question her.

“Oh, it’s nothing… I just didn’t think someone like you knew how to dance to a waltz.” 

“Someone like me?” You questioned.

“Y/N, come on! You seriously can’t expect me to know that you know how to dance?” She chuckled, making you grin as you realised she was teasing you.

“For your information, I tend to watch things from time to time.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, totally.” 

You danced a bit more before McGonagall ushered you all out, your eyes darting to Neville as he spoke with Ginny, smiles on both of their faces. 

“So what are you wearing to the Ball, Y/N? And you still haven’t told me who you’re going with!” Hermione snapped you out of your thoughts with a light slap on your shoulder.

“I’m not telling you, and… I’m not telling you.” You answered with a beaming grin that contrasted her dropped jaw.

“Come on! I told you! And you’ve seen my dress!” She whined, attempting to drag you down by putting some more weight on your arm.

Yet, your step didn’t falter.

“Alright, alright, I’ll entertain you. What do you think I’m wearing, Granger?” You asked as you stepped onto the moving staircase.

She thought hard for a moment; you knew because of the furrow of her eyebrows. “Something dark.”

You nodded. “Well, yes.”

“And something to cover most of you but still leave a few things to the imagination.” She continued. 

You didn’t answer her, choosing to let her keep going.

“And…” She dragged it out, huffing in annoyance. “I don’t know! Just give me one detail!”

“Just one?” You asked for clarification.

“Just one.” She nodded.

“Alright… It’s not red.” 

She was so tempted to shove you over the side of the stairs, but as they connected you to the Fat Lady painting, she just pushed you forwards. “You’re such an ass.”

“I know, right?” You clenched your butt and she let out a true snorting laugh.

You grabbed her by the forearm. “Come on, let’s get ready for dinner before you wet yourself.” 

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The day of the Yule Ball had come quickly, surprising you all. You sat with Hermione as she changed behind you, your eyes flitting around the room to see anything but the blurred reflection of her naked back.

You could no longer deny your feelings. You wanted to show her your love, to caress every inch of her skin and tell her how beautiful she was. She could hardly see it sometimes, but her call to you to come and help her in front of the mirror was no help at all.

“Can you zip me up please?” She asked sweetly and you nodded, doing so.

You looked back up at the mirror as she let her curls fall back down into place, her hands moving towards the straightener. You quickly put your hand on top, using minimal pressure to guide it back onto the table.

“Y/N, I can’t go out with my curls in this state.” She huffed at you, but you simply ran your fingers through the underside of her scalp.

“Get some bobby pins and some hair ties for me, okay?” You asked her.

She looked you over, still in your sweaty Quidditch uniform, and sighed. She grabbed the necessary items from behind the mirror and watched you shyly as you worked on her hair. Her scalp thanked her for letting you do this, the sensation of your fingers calming her like nothing before.

Then, just like that, you were done. She opened her eyes fully and gasped at what you had done, spinning around to hug you tightly.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“It’s nothing, Granger.” You smirked, ushering her out of the bathroom so you could get ready.

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Hermione stood at the top of the stairs, anxiously awaiting your arrival. You promised her you wouldn’t let her go in alone, even if she wouldn’t be because Viktor would be at her side. After a few more minutes, she took one more glance up at the staircase behind her and sighed defeatedly, making her way down to Viktor.

He stood upright and bowed his head as she met him at the bottom of the stairs, taking his arm as he led her into line. As they walked down through to the main dance floor, she looked everywhere for you, hoping to see what you’d done with yourself.

And there, in the corner by the professors, was you.

She wasn’t alone.

But by the wizarding world, you were stunning.

A dark blue gown hid your legs and shoes, whilst dark blue sleeves did the same for your arms. However, she was starstruck at the impeccable design of an ombré over layer, starting the same dark blue at the shoulders and hips before billowing out into white, with little jewels sewn perfectly on to reflect the light above. Similarly for your eyes, dark blue eyeshadow started just above your mascara-painted eyelashes before gliding into a pristine white. Your hair was tied up in a bun, tight enough to hold it still, all whilst you gave her a kind smirk.

‘You look beautiful.’ She mouthed and you nodded to her in thanks.

‘So do you.’ 

She blushed slightly before the music began and Viktor guided her around the dance floor, letting her dress fill out with air as she spun. Yet, it felt… off. He was strong when he guided her jump, but he was also stiff. His lips were in a smile, but his eyes were somewhere else. His form was correct, but it felt practised.

She didn’t know it, but it wasn’t… you.

She watched you for some of the night, not dancing on the floor with the others all bunched up against you. You were quiet in the corner, just observing and having a bit of food here and there, a drink or two as well. However, noticing Ron and Harry at the other side of your table drew her eyes away from you for a while, which wasn’t quite a nice sensation in your chest.

Yet, watching her dance freely and being herself was more of a reward than doing anything else, even if she was dancing with Viktor. 

Eventually, they came out of the mosh pit, all sweaty and puffing. Viktor pulled her towards the doorway, but she stopped him as she glanced at your table, to which he kissed her hand and told her to meet him at their destination when she was ready. 

And that adorable little spin, accompanied by a smile on her face, made you grin at her. You moved over to the trio, showing Padma and Parvati Patil some very handsome and available Durmstrang boys that were eyeing them. 

Hermione sat down next to Harry, her smile now closed. “Hot, isn’t it?” 

“Granger.” You called her attention from behind the boys, sliding over a glass of water to her.

“Thanks, Y/N.” She gulped it down and you smirked, knowing that your Hermione was slowly seeping through the cracks of this beautiful one.

“Viktor’s gone to go and get drinks. Would you three care to join us?” 

“Sure-”

“No, we’d not care to join you and Viktor.” Ron interrupted you, making Hermione’s face fall flat.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?” She shot at him.

“He’s a Durmstrang. You’re fraternising with the enemy.” He shot back.

“The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph?” Hermione scoffed.

“Ron, come on. The whole point of the tournament is to make friends with people from other schools.” You nudged him, but he shoved you back harshly to the point that you almost fell out of your chair.

“I think he’s got a bit more than friendship on his mind.” The Weasley growled.

“Are you drunk or some shit?” You growled back at him as Hermione stood up and walked away.

“What?” He asked.

“You just hurt her feelings! She’s been trying to have a nice night, making friends and dancing with her date, and you’ve just killed her mood!” You snapped, tempted to smack him hard this time. 

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

You were just about to lose it before Ron stood and moved away, your anger diffusing as you focused on the music whilst sitting next to Harry.

“You look beautiful.” He commented on your dress.

“Thank you - I made it myself.” You patted it down, smiling at him.

Eventually, you made your way to the coat hangers. Ron was grabbing his coat too, coincidentally next to yours and Hermione’s. Once he grabbed it, the beautiful blonde genius walked up next to him, leaving you to trail back and observe.

You never wanted Hermione to feel like you were trying to fight her battles for her. 

“He’s using you, you know.” Ron started.

“How dare you?! Besides, I can take care of myself.” Hermione shot back.

“I doubt it. He’s way too old.” 

“What?! That’s what you think?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I think.” He said as they exited the mystical snow above them into the regular, unenchanted stone walls.

You could hear Hermione’s voice breaking. “You know the solution then, don’t you?” 

“Go on.” Ron egged her on.

“Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort.” She scowled.

You stood at the doorway with your jacket folded over your hands, leaning against the wall as you watched Ron try to stammer his way out of his grave. “Well, I-I mean, that’s just- uh… that’s just completely off the point.” 

Harry appeared out of nowhere and you watched as Hermione fell off of the edge, her tears starting to come through harshly at Ron’s last comment. “They get scarier as they get older.” 

“Ron, you spoiled everything!” Hermione started to run towards him but he was already at the top of the stairs, too far for her to go in her heels.

Instead, she sat on the staircase - alone, with tears pouring down her cheeks and obscuring her vision as you settled into it. “Easy, Hermione. That stupid Weasley doesn’t know what he just lost.” 

She felt your thumbs trace over her eyes, sweeping away every tear in either eye to see you more clearly. Your hair was out, albeit swept to one side, and you were adjusting your coat onto her shoulders. “There you go. Easy breaths, in and out. Remember?”

She remembered the vividness of one time where a Bludger had hit you straight into the ribs, winding you to the point of having you land up in Madam Pomfrey’s once more. The blonde witch taught you how to control your breathing, how to calm yourself whenever in a panic, and she remembered the feelings they gave her when you thanked her with a warm hug.

You gently took off her shoes and replaced them with yours, sneakers that nobody had seen because of your long dress. You helped her up the stairs, her shoes in one hand and her waist in the other, and gently took her back to her room.

You scowled at the two boys now residing in the common room, a growing thought on your mind to whip Ron into shape before Hermione held your dress tightly within her fist, shaking her head that leaned on your shoulder. You stopped moving towards him and held her once more, leading her up the stairs. 

You helped her out of her dress, hanging it neatly in the corner whilst sifting through her drawers for clothes that was a futile effort. “I’m just gonna give you some of my clothes, okay?” You told her, to which she nodded.

You dressed her in your shirts and sweats before guiding her to her bed, her eyes momentarily observing the muscles in your back move as you changed. She wanted to do something with them - feel them move beneath her palm - but that feeling was uncertain, so she left it alone. 

“Thank you.” She sniffled as you finished changing yourself.

You brought her up onto her feet for a moment before you hugged her, keeping her nice and warm as a feeling of safety washed over the blonde witch. 

“So…” You started.

She chuckled immediately, pulling away from you. “So…?” 

“We can still hear the music. And I’d love to have at least one dance.” You explained.

“I’d love to dance with my best friend.” She squealed, waiting for you to push away the final tears on her cheeks.

Your heart felt heavier at her words, but you didn’t let it show as you began to dance to the music. Here was where Hermione felt right - your gentle touch guiding her through jumps and spins and twirls, your eyes on her and in the present, your movements fluid and sometimes faltering.

This was her happy place.

You eventually fell onto your bed with her and laughter slowly dissipated into a comfortable silence, which she then spun on her side and looked at you with wide eyes and a hiding grin.

“Yes?” 

“You called me Hermione.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“It is your name, isn’t it? Unless I’m dealing with a Poly-Juiced Malfoy, in which case…” You lifted your fist and slowly moved it towards her face, acting as if in slow-motion.

She chuckled and pushed away your hand, your eyes watching her stand and flop onto her bed lazily. Soon though, she turned back and faced you, your hidden sadness at her movement long tucked away behind a veil of curiosity.

“You never call me that.”

“I was trying to get your attention. Didn’t want you getting a panic attack. No no, we can’t have our brightest little Granger getting stressed over silly Weasley boys.” You smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully before she yawned. “Thanks for helping me.” 

“Always.” You nodded to her, watching her snuggle underneath the sheets for a simple moment of peace. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She murmured, her eyes shutting slowly as she fell asleep.

“Goodnight… beautiful, beautiful Hermione.” You whispered, closing your own eyes.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings As Firebender Types

In honor of returning to a convention again, after so many health issues stopped me, let's get self-indulgent!

For the sake lore wise, lets say this is in a modern setting

William 'Bill'

Obviously, mans will have that burned up face situation. Given, but in a setting wise he would be up the ladder and given the designated duty to study the history of the past. One of the few people who are trying to recover the airbending culture, and in charge of helping with items tampered with by bad karama/spirites. Meaning he is very close to the spiritual side, and more than likely using his bending as a means to mend things. Such as heating broken metal. An almost pacifist life style, which could have been influnced by how much hes learned through trying to help recover ancient history. Almost, A Pacifistic lifestyle. Recover what was lost. It would even be seen in his bending style, as he would be more intuned with air and water. Connected to the spirits, and it’ll show. You mess with him, well. Be careful next full moon buddy. Wouldn’t be a surprise if he pulled a Blue Spirit to steal back stolen artifacts

Charlie

He is the reason why the dragons have not gone extinct . He was specially chosen by the very dragons to help protect them. Running a special santuary on a island to keep them away, as to repair their nature. By this manner, he would have rainbow sparks in his flames. A sign that he is intuned with the dragons. Rasied by them, eats with them, he is much dragon as he is a bender. Having any visitors is esentially impossible, unless absolutly needed. Well, the weasley family would be allowed. Kin to their kin after all. He also would be extremely warm to the touch. Like I mean you throw a snow ball at him, it’s gonna start steaming. Mans a dragon. That would also mean he’s connected rather close to the spirit world. Not like Bill, but to say they haven’t been able to communicate through such a way is a lie. Just because he’s built like a jock doesn’t mean he’s dumber than a brick. Boy will he use that underestimation to his advantage in battle

Percy

Sorry guys, we know its true. He would climb the ranks, and get a bit intense. He will take pride in his nation, and need to have his family bring him back to earth alot. He would even be able to learn how to produce blue flames, in order to show his strength and determination to show the pride of his nation. Keep a close eye on him. He may be soon joining the Ozai Cult! A high ranking man he would be. Not in the military setting, but certainly working close to whatever lord is at attention at the time. Perhaps in charge of strategies for war, or works as a royal advisor. He’s important, but his own ego will cause some rifts. His connection to the spirit world is very weak, and that will be his down fall

Fred and George

They would have mastered combustion, and lighting bending. What do they do with such extreme skills? Cause mischief. They would more so run a fire work shop, and show you the beauty that fire can offer. Obviously they gotta be a dynamic of red and blue as well. Duh. They are always inventing, and would certainly be friends with everyone they can. Probs have Ty Lee genes in there somewhere even, and that’s how they are so charismatic. They can literally see your vibe, and know how to match it. As stereotypical as it is, they would have an extremely strong connection to the spirit world. As being identical twins. Which was perhaps how they were able to tap into such deep potential so young. They certainly are people you go to for advice. Be lucky they have that Ty Lee energy and are vibing. instead of being the next Azula

Ron

100% knows how to Lava bend. ((And of course the cliché that he would be teaching the next Avatar Fire bending/Helping master the element because duh)) But genuinely, he has a very earth bender personality. It would translate in his bending style, and a beautiful way to show he’s not like his siblings. He is just as much special, and different. He can handle his own, and out right manipulate a middle ground element. Earth benders better look out, he’s going to show you why you don’t mess with Weasleys. As for his spiritual connection, it’s faulty. Until he bonds with Hermione, and gets grounded again. He’s no where close like his older siblings, but his will to learn is what gives the realm a special place in their hearts for him. He’s trying, and that’s all that matters. In the end

Ginny

10000% Takes it to the levels of sportsmanship. Along with Jet Projection, and can manipulate her fire to help her fly. That sure startles her opponents. Though, but proxy it means she isn’t as spiritually connected as she should be. Hey, that’s what Luna is for anyway. She knows how to kick ass, even with out her fire bending. She wanted to know how to defend herself after all. Wouldn’t be a surprise if she had a Kyoshi Fan in her back pocket. She loves to learn any way to fight, and certainly learned different elements fighting styles. Able to keep her opponents on their toes, and understand how they move and work. She is proud of her power, but her connection to the spirits needs work. But, that’s where family comes in. Luna, and her brothers, will always have her back. And she will have theirs. You can count on it, that’s for sure

[thenicestthingiveseen]

Prompt 28: stars

the au where the Weasleys only have boys and Sirius lives/idk if Fred is dead this time though it’s not about him it’s about my two sweet jocks Harry and Gideon [153 words]

written for @hinnymicrofic

He should be at Grimmauld Place. He knows that. Yet, something about the stillness of the Burrow called to him and forced him to stay where he was. Besides, he sent a patronus to Sirius hours ago so that he wouldn’t worry.

He hears two feet hit the roof, but doesn’t bother to tear his eyes away from the night sky.

Gideon settles in next to him, a bottle of elven wine in between them.

“The sky is so much clearer here,” Harry says. “You can almost see all the stars.”

Gideon doesn’t say anything.

“I was pants at astronomy though,” Harry continues before shifting onto his side to stare at Gideon who’s sat up to take a long sip of wine.

“Stop staring at me you weirdo,” he smirks. Bottle still to his lips.

“No, I think you’re prettier than the stars.”

Then, Gideon shoves Harry hard for being a soppy prat.

[smilingformoney]

a lil something about April and Ariadne Snape

April

Frequently non-verbal. Sometimes goes days without speaking. But when she does speak, you know it’s something important.

Excellent at occlumency and legilimency

Also skilled at divination

Knowing she’s nv, Severus teaches her from an early age about nv spellcasting

Hufflepuff

Her family don’t ever pressure her to speak, they can understand her nv communication well enough to not need her to speak

At Hogwarts she gets bullied at first for not speaking but Ariadne quickly puts an end to that

The first time she did speak, she was 5 and it was a whole sentence. It happened when she and Ariadne were alone, and nobody believed Ariadne at first when she said it had happened

Abbie teaches her some rudimentary piano, and when she starts Music at Hogwarts, she finds she can communicate through music as well, including through singing

When she does talk, her voice is soft but everybody listens

Ariadne

Slytherin. Severus almost cries with relief to finally have a child in Slytherin

Jock. Loud. The antithesis of April on the surface, but they have similar morals and are still twin besties

Chaser for Slytherin. Extremely competitive.

Nickname is Ari

Extremely energetic. First to crawl, walk and run of the twins.

Loves a friendly duel

Also won’t hesitate at an unfriendly duel, especially if she’s defending April

Gets in trouble a lot

Gets on well with the Weasleys, especially George, who loves to tell her about all the pranks he and Fred used to pull

Second oldest of the next gen kids after Teddy and uses it frequently to pull rank on the other kids

Argues a lot with Severus because she’s too distracted to bother about good grades

[remus-poopin]

James Potter’s Official playlist for Cool Gryffindor Jocks™

Mostly grandiose 70s hard rock, metal and prog rock!

Track list:

1. (Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

2. Flick Of The Wrist - Queen

3. Child in Time - Deep Purple

4. You Really Got Me - Van Halen

5. Take A Friend - Rush

6. Phantom of the Opera - Iron Maiden

7. War Pigs - Black Sabbath

8. Young Lust - Pink Floyd

9. Achilles Last Stand - Led Zeppelin

10. The Spirit Of Radio - Rush

+more!

Other playlists:

Lily Evans, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape

[dhr-ao3]

No One Is Innocent

No One Is Innocent https://ift.tt/1KQuInF by TheBiSlytherinPrincess Hogwarts is a strange place. Full of strange people. But perhaps not as strange as the “golden trio consisting of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Harry: The sarcastic jock adored by schoolgirls including two of the prettiest girls of his year. Ron: The witty chess player and most handsome student. Harry’s best friend. Most popular two people in the school. Hermione’s Granger: Harry’s little sister. The brightest witch in Hogwarts’s history Words: 489, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Underage Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Fluff and Smut, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, Polyamory, Gay Sex, Unplanned Pregnancy, Threesome, Orgy, Dom/sub, Kinky via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/tgE1odI December 31, 2023 at 11:59PM

[vifetoile]

As I reread Harry Potter (said the spider to the fly) I am noticing, on this reread, characters onto whom I projected more depth than the text actually suggests. The two principal examples are Peter Pettigrew and Percy Weasley.

Both examples are evoked by Rowling's statement, "I loathe a traitor."

I'm going to focus on Percy right now, because I started Goblet of Fire, and Goblet of Fire develops Fred and George Weasley in a new direction.

Early in Goblet we learn that Fred and George are inventors, not just chaos-making jokesters. They gamble all of their savings on the Quidditch World Cup--- and win by an insane risk of intuition. We see a serious edge to the Weasley twins--- not to mention the quite serious clashes with their mother.

I thought, before book seven came out, that we would see a similar amount of depth with Percy Weasley.

Well, we do see depths to Percy in Goblet of Fire. They're just not flattering depths. To quote Elphaba, we see how Percy would "grovel in submission / to feed his own ambition."

I guess I mean, I thought Rowling would reveal heroic depths to Percy. A look into the guy's head, even--- more than just "ambition bad; man this guy is a suck-up." I mean, why should Percy be two-dimensional when the other school-aged Weasley siblings are developed well?

Is it really a crime to be the one introvert in a family of boisterous jocks?

I think a lot of fanfiction writers saw sympathetic depths in Percy. He's a nerd; we're all nerds. Rereading the books, now that I know that this extra depth is not forthcoming, Percy is just... flat. Hmm.

[robynlilyblack]

Thank to everyone that filled out my lil form! You can still fill it out if you haven't already but here are some of the notes from those who left questions/requests ♡

Writing for Eddie Munson, I have honestly been considering writing for him, Steve and Robin for a while. I won't write stuff going along with the cannon storyline it be fluffy, non related stuff but if thats something others would want to see I can add them to my character list (marauders would always come first tho xx)

single! parent character x reader, oh yeah I like this xx epecially if it's rem, james or siri

fairy! reader, mermaid! reader yes x feel free to request any au like this x

more reggie? I hear ya loud and clear sweets xx

Dorca meadows, yes, just yes

Charlie weasley, honestly lil nerdy dragon guy would be super cute with a luna lovegood! reader

George Weasley, sadly I'm such a fred girl that I struggle writing for George

Oliver wood, scottish nerdy Quidditch jock, I do love his character but platonically

Severus, yeah if i vibe with the concept as romantically i just pretend it's Alan from sense and sensibility

I also would like to say I will be doing all of the long and short fics, the form was to help me figure out what to start first ♡

[r2d2lover]

5 Galleons Pt. 1

Pairing: Fred Wealey x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: THIS PARTICULAR PART CONTAINS NO SMUT. Fluff and angst with smut in pt. 2, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.

Summary:

The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.

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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.

"Oh, you could never, Weasley," McLaggen challenged, pulling his Gryffindor jumper over his head. Fred flexed his fingers, unable to back down from a dare.

"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Fred smoothed down the front of his button up, a devious spark lighting up his eyes. George slapped the back of his brother, in a way that Fred thought he was trying to expel his bad thoughts.

"The Hufflepuff Princess? She makes Hermoine Granger look like a party animal," George laughed. Fred snorted, letting his mind wander to the girl they were talking about.

The sixth year student that was tonight's focus of the Gryffindor locker room was nicknamed the Hufflepuff Princess because of her uptight academic nature. She and Hermione were best friends, spending countless hours in the library studying together. Really, they should've been Ravenclaws.

But, Merlin, was she beautiful. Fred shared Potions and Charms class with her, but of course he sat in the back poking fun of the lecture while she sat attentively in the front. He would admire her neat, almost sterile appearance, but mostly he admired how her golden robes fitted her body. Fred thought back to the time they were paired up for a Potions assignment and he accidentally stirred clockwise instead of counter, making the concoction explode all over her robes. When she shed her stained robes, Fred couldn't take his eyes off of the way her white button-up cinched her waist, accentuating every curve. Not to mention how her old skirt was getting ever-so slightly too tight and too short. Unfortunately, according to the locker room, everyone else noticed her behind her rigidness and wanted a chance at loosening her up.

Fred was determined that he would get her to fold. Surely, he had the best chances since he had actually talked to her and if he didn't soften all his attempts at getting to know her with bad jokes, they might even be friends.

"Let's make this interesting. 2 Galleons if you can do it, mate," McLaggen pursed his lips. This caused Fred and George to laugh with great delight. The other members of the Quidditch team were listening in with matched curiosity.

"Say, 5 Galleons if I can do it by the end of the week. This Friday after the Hufflepuff Gryffindor game," Fred boasted, which caused a chorus of bewildered coos. Fred felt powerful leading the group to the Great Hall for dinner, but he felt even more powerful knowing that they doubted him.

"I'll take that bet. There's no way you bed her at the end of this week," McLaggen laughed, holding open the door for Fred.

"Oh, you'll see."

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He tried to talk her up in the Great Hall during dinner, but the Gryffindors were watching like it was a show unfolding.

"Hey," he said in a cool tone, sitting down beside her and her friend that he had never met. "Did you, er, finish the Potions homework?"

She set down her goblet with an amused look on her face. Fred was fixated on the way her hair was pulled back and out of her face, not a single strand out of place.

"I haven't started it. Why? Do you need help on it?" She looked embarrassed because her friend started giggling uncontrollably. Fred smirked, deciding to go in for the kill.

"Yeah, I've been struggling with it. I can't say no to some one-on-one tutoring. Are you free tonight?" He locked eyes with her, hoping that she wouldn't say no. Her stammering caused a flutter in his chest. Fred quickly glanced over to the Gryffindors that had their eyes trained on him, but looked back at her quickly with a grin, praying that she didn't hear the laughs and not-so-silent cheering from the other table. Luckily, her back was to them.

"I- Yes. I'm free," She said sheepishly, looking back down at her plate. As Fred stood up to leave, he decided to add a little flourish for the onlooking crowd. Fred lifted her face with two fingers, tilting her head up to look at him. He clenched his jaw while dirty thoughts started to swirl around his mind.

"Sounds like a date," Fred smirked, leaving her stunned and her face as red as the Gryffindor's table runner. When he walked away from the Hufflepuff table, he threw a wink to Cormac and George.

---

You gathered up all your Potions notes nervously, checking the clock for the third time already. Your best friend laughed at the disheveled sight of you, a certainly welcomed change.

"I can't believe you're acting like this over Fred Weasley. You know, he's not even going to pay attention. He's going to be too busy trying to get in your pants," you threw a pillow at your friend who turned into a giggling fit. "Don't worry, I'll cover you when the other prefect does bed checks!"

You descended down into the Central Hall, looking around the large mermaid fountain for Fred. You couldn't help but think of your friend's comments, despite the larger nagging feeling of wanting it to be true. Fred Weasley was truly the antithesis of who you were: handsomely disordered, outspoken, and popular. You convinced yourself that he was this way with every girl, thinking back to the time he made a lame pass at Angelina Johnson at the Quidditch Pitch during an open practice for everyone to see. You found Fred attractive the reason you found Muggle Studies interesting: the mystification of the entire idea. You shook you head with a silent laugh to yourself. How could you be interested in a boy you compared to an extracurricular class?

"Sorry I'm late, love," Fred crept up behind you, making you jump a little. You turned around with a small frown on you face. He was only carrying his potions book, with his wand and quill sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. His shirt was half untucked, with no tie adorning his neck. You couldn't help but get distracted at how the unbuttoned top of his shirt highlighted his collarbones and- Before you could come up with another thought, you cleared your throat.

"It's fine. Shall we?" You gestured towards the library doors. Before you turned your back towards him to head towards the library, you swear you could see a smirk on his face. He swiftly moved past you so that he could open the door for you. "Oh, what a gentleman."

"I try," Fred let you lead him to your favorite part of the library, your own little study corner. It was a secluded nook with two large plush chairs that faced a large window that overlooked the grounds. You were surprised that it was always available to you when you wanted, probably because it was so far back into the library.

"This is cozy," Fred plopped down on one of the armchairs, enchanting the other one closer to him. "And so far from the prying eyes of the public."

You ignored his suggestive tone and opened your potions book to the lesson that was covered today. Admittedly, you had trouble with brewing Veritaserum, due to its maturing phase. You were sure you had it down, but you wouldn't know until the next lunar phase. While the class was to wait for the potion to be ready, you had to memorize its other properties. It was easy enough to go over it with Fred, making you wonder why he needed your help in the first place. He had paid attention for the past hour, asking you strictly academic questions that made you actually flip through your notes for the answer.

"Virtually water... Makes one confess...," Fred mused aloud, penning down his notes. He looked up at you with a devious grin. "And what kind of secrets would you be spilling if you had a sip of Vertiaserum?"

You felt your face get hot as you looked up from your own writing to meet Fred's watchful gaze. You bit your lip nervously, trying to think of something to say.

"Probably something better than any secrets you're hiding," You said, feeling pretty lame at your answer. You couldn't possibly outwit the king of wit himself. Fred chuckled and seemed as if he was reaching a hand out towards you, but restrained himself.

"Ahem. Should we be absolutely studious and get a head start on tomorrow's lesson," Fred said, out of character. You were surprised at his suggestion, but flipped forward to the lesson prepared for tomorrow. Fred laughed at your reaction to the heading title of tomorrow's chapter: Amortentia.

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The class gathered around the cauldron that bubbled with a pearly substance.  "Does anyone know what potion this is?" asked the professor, looking over at the eager crowd. You raised your hand ready to answer, but much to the class's surprise, Fred blurted out the answer. He had moved closer to where you were standing, probably to say something witty during the lesson.

"Amortentia," Fred smirked at you, causing you to look away quickly. You turned your attention back to the shimmering liquid, hypnotized by the way it moved. The professor looked happily surprised at the way his goofiest student was able to answer the question.

"Very good, Mr. Weasley," He praised, giving a nod of approval. "Really, it was all thanks to her," Fred complimented, patting you on the shoulder. The rest of the class looked at you with the same surprise as the professor's but you simply waved you hand dismissively.

"Ah, clever as well as humble. Very well. Points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for being so studious," the professor smiled. "Now, we are studying this potion today because it is the most powerful and dangerous concoction known to wizard kind. It doesn't create real love, however, but instead an obsessive infatuation to the drinker. Its scent also differs for each person, drawing on what the person finds attractive. Now, go ahead and take a whiff. How about our scholars first?" The professor invited you and Fred up to the bubbling cauldron. Fred stepped up first, taking a deep breath. He frowned and looked back at you, waving a hand to signal you to step back.

"What's wrong?" You asked, stepping even closer.

"Nothing. Could you back up? Your perfume is overpowering anything in this caul-" Fred began, stopping mid-sentence when he realized the rest of the class started giggling. His face heated up, almost matching the color of his hair.

"I didn't put on any perfume this morning. I was running late," You said in a low, shaky voice. Your heartbeat was racing. Fred quickly stepped back from the cauldron, making his way back to the class to hide in the sea of students. You took a big gulp before stepping up to smell the cauldron yourself. A mixture of leather and grass as well as firewood filled your nose. You didn't want to admit it, but you thought you caught a small whiff of a musky pine cologne. The leather grassy smell brought you to the Quidditch Pitch and you shook your head trying to focus on the lecture instead. You ignored the urge to find Fred in the crowd, instead pulling out your Potions notebook. Once the class dismissed, you quickly left the classroom, hoping to avoid Fred. You decided that he was simply making a joke for the entire crowd and you ducked your head as you walked to Divination class.

---

When you told your friend about what had happened in Potions class, she squealed with such delight, even the Ravenclaw table looked over at the two of you. You thanked Merlin that the Gryffindor table was on the other end of the Great Hall. You wanted to be the first to tell your best friend about what happened in an attempt to beat the rumor mill.

"That's so cute!What did you smell?" Your best friend gushed, completely forgetting her dinner. You felt your face get hot, shoveling another bite into your mouth in order to distract yourself.

"I think he was just making a joke. He's like that. Remember Angelina Johnson? Anyways, I smelled the Qudditch Pitch, you know, leather and grass. And fire. I have no idea what that means though," You shrugged.

"I think you know exactly what it means," Your best friend beamed. 

"Ah, you're talking about Quidditch? Does that mean you're ready for this weekend's game? It's going to be a tough one. I've been telling people that Hufflepuff is on the up and up," Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, leaned over into your conversation. You hoped that the Amortentia was actually about Cedric, your longtime friend and childhood crush. You felt like there was always some tension between you two, but since the both of you felt too close to let something frivolous ruin your relationship, the both of you agreed to be friends. That didn't mean he was one of the handsomest boys in your grade, though, and being the Quidditch house captain only added to his attractiveness. You looked over at the Gryffindor table where Fred was telling some grandiose story with both his hands, trying to deflect your thoughts. Tonight, your had asked your friend to switch seats with her in a not-so discreet attempt to see if Fred would tell the other Gryffindors about class today. He didn't seem like he was informing his other housemates of his embarrassment during class, but he did catch you staring and threw a wink at you. 

"I think I'm going to get started on my homework now so I can get it all done before this weekend," You stood up after Fred winked at you, rushing out of the Great Hall. Your friend waved you off as you exited through the side doors into the outdoor courtyard. You decided to take the long way back to your common room in order to avoid any unwanted questions. Unfortunately, before you could make it halfway across the courtyard, you turned your head at the sounds of the Great Hall doors opening after you. Fred emerged from the doors, humming happily. You took a deep breath, weighing your choices between running and hexing him.

"Hey! Can we talk?" Fred called out. Your body decided to freeze and all you could do was turn around slowly and nod. "Come on, walk with me. We'll need a little more privacy than this.

Fred lead you to the side of the courtyard corridor, then backed you up into the corner, effectively pinning you between the wall and himself. He leaned against the wall on one shoulder and pushed his hair out of his face, giving that famous Weasley smirk. You felt like you could barely breathe from the nervousness. You swear you could hear his racing heartbeat as well.

"I think everyone has said everything they possibly could about what happened in Potions today. I don't want to talk about that. Instead, I want to propose a bet," Fred stared intently at you, pleased at your bumbling state. You cursed him in your head. You never wavered to anyone, why was he so different?

"Oh? And what's that? Hopefully something about how you'll finish all your assignments on time?" You asked, meeting his gaze. Fred laughed and stood up straight.

"Yeah, right. No, it's about this weekend's Quidditch game. If Gryffindor wins, you have to come to our afterparty. And wear your hair down," Fred wagered, flicking your ponytail jokingly. Your face turned red, but you hoped that the firelight of the nearby brazier hid it. You could nearly gather your thoughts, however, you couldn't let Fred's smugness continue.

"Alright. What do I get if Hufflepuff wins?" You countered, fixing your hair.

"Love, we know that won't be happening," Fred laughed when you pushed on his chest defensively. 

"How about you do my Potions homework for two weeks?" You really couldn't think of anything that wanted from him. 

"Ugh, pick something fun," Fred groaned. 

"Fine, if Hufflepuff wins, you come to our afterparty. Without my help sneaking in, so I hope you don't get sprayed by vinegar," You suggested, crossing your arms. As the words left your mouth, you wished you never suggested that. The whole ordeal seemed to be in his favor. You would just have to make sure that he didn't know the password to your common room so that you could see him doused in vinegar. His smirk made you less confident.

"Oh, deal."

Part 2

[fideliushqs]

. ✧ . * . + 𝟓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃

ALICIA SPINNET (spinnetsmp3) is looking for their CLOSE FRIEND / LOVE INTEREST / OBJECT OF HER IRE at hogwarts. they’re about TWENTY FIVE and look like CAMERON MONAGHAN, KJ APA, JOSHA STRADOWSKI, OTHER. you DO NOT need to contact ELIZA before applying. ( before i start i just want to make clear that, tho i'm using fred weasley as an example here, this wc is not obligatory for anyone who wants to take fred! i would love to see him on site no matter what, so if you want to app him without taking this wc, no worries from me <3. right ok so. this is giving he looks up grinning like a devil. it's giving i saw a wide smirk on your face you knew the entire time. it's giving they make each other worse. lish and fred have had tension since day 1, they're great friends, but they clash at almost every opportunity - he is aggravating, can't tell when he's crossing a line, never backs down from an argument, and just loves to make her look stupid. she is never wrong (according to her), is crazy competitive, and hates sharing the limelight. though they are pretty much ride or die if faced with outside conflict, within their little friendship group it's well known that things will go easier if people sit in the middle during breakfast. this is especially frustrating because lish finds george easy to get on with if fred isn't about, except obviously fred is...always about. of course this is because they looove each other, but they are quite genuinely nasty to each other, and for lish at least she has some real growing up to do & personal development to go through before she could ever accept having to share her inner thoughts with someone, so right now it's just crazy tension and everyone else finding them insufferable. it's giving lily and james but not cute. if you would like to plot before taking this wc you are very welcome to dm, but alternatively you can just app! i think this would be so fun xo)

ALICIA SPINNET (spinnetsmp3) is looking for their BEST FRIEND, ANGELINA JOHNSON at hogwarts. they’re about TWENTY FIVE and look like ANTONIA GENTRY, ASHLEY MOORE, SAMANTHA LOGAN, LAURA KARIUKI, ANY BLACK FC. you DO NOT need to contact ELIZA before applying. ( ange is lish's closest friend at hogwarts, and probably the person closest to her in the whole world. she's also one of the only people that lish ever reveals her anxiety to and the only one lish would ever go to with a problem (and that happens rarely, lol). around hogwarts they are Those Girls, alright. quidditch players, jocks, fashionistas, legends! )

PANSY PARKINSON (pxnsyisms) is looking for their FORMER BEST FRIEND at hogwarts. they’re about 23 and look like ANY FC. you DO need to contact KELSEY before applying. ( pansy is looking for her former best friend, this was her ride or die, the thelma to her louise! these two know everything about each other, but there's a catch, more specifically there was a fall out between the two. the reason for the fall out can be plotted out between us!!)

ADRIAN PUCEY (adrianxpucey) is looking for their EX at hogwarts. they’re about 23-25 and look like ANY. you DONT need to contact KELSEY before applying. ( these two date his first year at hogwarts!they had a messy breakup that ended badly. we can add more details later! )

ADRIAN PUCEY (adrianxpucey) is looking for their BEST FRIEND at hogwarts. they’re about 24 and look like ANY. you DONT need to contact KELSEY before applying. ( adrian is horrible at letting people in and being real so he needs his best friend that can read him, and allow him a safe space or to humble him when he needs it too lol. they'll need to be a slytherin in his year. they will also have known each other before hogwarts, grown up together, so they will need to be pureblood! )

[vaindumbass]

Charlie Weasley!!! 🐉

headcanon: Charlie got his friends into. So much shit. You think making them go get a baby dragon in the middle of the night was weird?

Wait until you hear about the time their quest for a friend for the Giant Squid (the quest STILL isn't finished.), or about the time they painted his entire dragon into the colours of the ace flag after his coming out. (To be fair, this one wasn't instigated by him, but it was done for him, so it counts.) (He flew on her during the wizard's equivalent of pride.)

Getting you into trouble is his love language, just ask Fred and George (where do you think they got their supplies in their early years? Dragon nails are hard to come by).

Bill managed to stay safe. Dumbledore was so impressed he made him head boy.

[patronusofthepugs]

Hogwarts Parent Trap

God if I were to write a Harry Potter fic, do you know who I would write about? Molly and Lucy Weasley, daughters of Percy. But I wouldn’t write them as mini girl versions of their father. Oh no, not my girls, they are the ginger Weasley twins of the next generation with a soap opera twist.

Picture prim, proper Percy coming to the Burrow one day with a baby swaddled in his arms and a dazed look. Nine months ago, he met a girl at a bar. A girl with bleached blonde hair and a wolfish smile that crooned sweet delights in his ear. Picture Percy, nine months later and waking up to find a newborn on his doorstep, knowing that his life is about to change forever. 

Molly Weasley grows up loved by her stuffy, single dad. She grows up as a ball of energy who takes to the sky. It takes about the seventh Christmas before Percy realizes that the heavy books he gave her are crammed underneath her bed while she zips around her room, pretending to play for the Chudely Cannons. After that, Percy is the best Quidditch dad that can be. He goes to all her matches and fights with other parents in the parking lot. He scrimps and saves to buy her the best gear. And even when she doesn’t win, they go out to celebrate. 

Yes, Molly is loved by her dad but she grows up knowing that something is missing from their family. She grows up all grins and loud laughter, wanting to make people laugh, to do anything other than look at her with those eyes and those tense smiles when she tells them which Weasley she belongs to. Because the Wizarding World never forgets do they? She hears the hissing whispers that trail after her, look at her go, the daughter of a coward. She loves her dad, truly she does but she can’t shake off the loneliness that curls around her. The wrongness that she feels, like walking through life with only one shoe on.

Until she’s halfway through her first year at Hogwarts, and there are still whispers trailing after her but this time it’s about the surly girl in Hufflepuff who wears Molly’s face and has the same gingery crown of fire hair. And Molly knows in her core, this is what was missing. She knew that she was incomplete but now that she’s found her missing piece, she isn’t going to let go. It’s a shame that her newfound twin sister Lucy wants absolutely nothing to with her or any of the other Weasleys. 

Lucy may be a Hufflepuff but there’s nothing warm or cheerful about her. Always scowling and itching for a fight, Lucy storms the halls with all the vengeance of a pissed off badger. The news of a twin sister doesn’t bring her joy or relief, there’s only dread and wariness. Great, just another person for her to look after. And a flicker of dull anger because of course her mother would do this to her. 

 Her lovely, flighty Mum who ushers Lucy into one dangerous situation after the next, always running from the Aurors and the muggle cops and bill collectors. Her Mum flying ahead with her brash blonde hair and howling laughter, dark eyes fixed on whatever illicit scheme she has cooked up, never looking behind where Lucy is struggling to hang on, barely grasping at her cloak. But for all her faults, Lucy refuses to leave her Mum’s side, loyalty runs through her bones. Until she turns 12 and is dumped unceremoniously at Hogwarts with only a fleeting kiss and a hurried promise that her Mum will come back for her. 

And so Lucy fumes and rages but she waits because her Mum promised. She promised that she won’t be left behind. And even though she learns about her sister and Percy, Lucy still believes that it’s all temporary. When her Mum comes, it’ll be the two of them on the road like always. And she promises herself that she won’t miss Percy’s warm hugs and steady eyes. She promises herself that it doesn’t matter if she’ll never hear Molly’s screeching laugh or feel her sister’s warm hand clasped in hers as they plot their next prank. She hugs her knees to her chest and tries to reassure herself that she’s not really a Weasley.

 To be a Weasley was to be warm and kind, a family of heroes who gather for brunch every Sunday and had an extra sweater ready for a small girl. Lucy was not a Weasley. She’s wasn’t brave or bright, her lineage was not made up of Lionhearts. Lucy and her Mum came dredged up from the mud and filth of Knockturn Alley, her family legacy of common criminals and devious dark wizards. She isn’t fit to be by the side of Percy and Molly. 

And so she waits bides her time until the end of the year. She’s waiting for her Mum to come to the station, she sits patiently on the bench her eyes fixed ahead, not daring to look at the clock. And little Lucy waits and sits, ever loyal to the end until she sees Percy and Molly hovering nearby, their expressions full of pity while the sun sinks deeper into the horizon. She understands then.  She isn’t coming. Lucy has finally been left behind, her brilliant mother has flown out of reach, not bothering to come back.  Percy and Molly surround her and hold her as tight as they can while Lucy cries great gasping sobs for she can’t understand what did she do wrong? 

Molly holds her bruised, broken sister and cries with her cause it isn’t fair. None of it is. But she’s here and she won’t ever leave Lucy, nothing in this world can tear her apart from her twin sister.

 Every generation has a set of red hair Weasley twins.  Every set of Weasley twins have blazed brightly across the sky before being untimely snuffed out. Let’s see if Molly and Lucy can break the curse.  

[weasleysstore]

Percy: Do I look like I'm jocking?

George: You never look...

Fred:...like you're jocking.