#adrian pucey fluff

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‘Better luck next time.’- Adrian Pucey Headcannons!! @riu-riu

• He really likes brunettes or dirty blondes for some reason. Maybe cause their hair color is close to his, maybe?

• He is a early bird. Whenever the Gryffindor quidditch team isn’t practicing, he’s on the field early in the morning, just staring out at the cloudy sky as the clouds get darker and darker.

• He hates cheaters. In any type of way- school, games, relationships. Anything, he feels like things need to be earned, not cheated to get.

• Most likely loves warm scents such as cinnamon rolls and caramel or fruity scents like strawberry and peach.

• He likes to cuddle- you just can’t tell. He likes the be the big spoon or having his arms wrapped around you in a protective way. He loves you and needs to make sure you’re safe with him.

• Adores the smell of cashmere during the winter season. Walking into your dorm just to get a scent of a cashmere candle you have lit, he’ll be in there for hours.

• If your bed have those fluffy, white ruffled blankets with fluff pillows and many other pillows, he is set. He comes back from practice, showers in his dorm before packing his little over night bag (school supplies and his uniform) and heads down to your dorm to sleep in your bed.

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Hii can I request a Draco x female reader in where Draco is crushing on reader but reader is oblivious and dense?<33

Thank you for your request! I´m finally back from my vacation (it hasn´t been long enough by any means) and need to get back into writing again now, so I really hope this turned out alright. But basically, these are about 7k words of Draco simping for the reader (maybe a bit too much to actually be in his character). However it was really fun to write, so I hope you´ll enjoy reading.

Clueless

Draco´s head snapped around when he heard a familiar giggle only a few meters away from him. The Professor standing in front of the class long forgotten, he watched with widened eyes, how you nudged Pansy playfully, before the Slytherin girl whispered something into your ear, making you burst into laughter once more. Quickly, you brought a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape it. Once you had somewhat managed to calm down again, you straightened your back and took a deep breath, before you leant over to Pansy, apparently wanting to answer whatever she had just told you, but when your gaze caught something in front of you, you seemed to change your mind, because instead, you grabbed the quill that until now had been lying on your table uselessly and scribbled something on a piece of parchment, before you lowered your head, looking into the book in front of you. Draco watched in awe how you brought the tip of your quill to your lips as you got lost in the text you were reading. Even though he couldn’t be sure over the distance between the two of you, Draco strongly suspected, that by now there would be a faint stain of ink smudged over your lips. You narrowed your eyes, bringing your head even closer to the book, seemingly coming to a part of the text that was harder to understand than the one before. Or maybe just harder to decipher. The ink in the old books you were working with was from time to time almost fainted, and the curved font itself was already hard enough to read. But regardless of what had caused the shift in your posture, it made some strands of hair fall into your face. But while Draco couldn’t help but admire how perfectly they framed the shape of your face, only stressing your most beautiful – so pretty much every single one of your – features, you didn’t even seem to notice, too lost in the world of the book you were currently working with. Just like Draco got lost in you. Oh, how much he wanted to brush that hair out of your face, taking in every single detail of it, while he would twirl those strands of hair around his fingers. And he could brush away the ink that would stain your pretty lips with his thump tenderly or he could just press his lips on yours so it would faint just as well and then he would…

“Very well, Mr. Malfoy, since apparently you have already finished your task, would you mind sharing your results with the rest of the class?”

Draco snapped out of his trance and blinked up in irritation. Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him, looking at him with narrowed eyes, her lips pursed. Slowly, the Slytherin began to fade back into the world surrounding him. Because unlike it had felt for him only seconds ago, it wasn’t just you and him in this room, but instead, the entire transfiguration class, including the Professor. And every single one of those people was now looking at him. Draco felt their eyes lingering on him and cursed himself. How could he have been so stupid to let himself get distracted that easily simply by how absolutely effortlessly beautiful you looked? But now he would have to face the consequences. He glared up at the Professor, trying to give his face a humble look.

“Excuse me, Professor, but I´m not finished yet.”

“It looks more like you haven’t even started.”, Professor McGonagall returned with a disapproving look at his empty parchment.

“I was still reading. I´ll start the essay soon.”, Draco promised, trying to prevent his face from heating up.

“Well, I suggest next time you will open the book to do so.”

He heard his classmates snickering in the background. Draco clenched his jaw and had to try his hardest to not take an issue with Professor McGonagall. He knew this would only make things worse. If that was even possible right now. Because after all, he was not only being humiliated in front of the entire class but also you. And that was something Draco didn’t even dare to think about.

“At the end of the lesson I expect an entire role of parchment on my desk from you, Mr. Malfoy.”, the Professor spoke up again. “And if you won´t be able to finish it today, you will hand it in tomorrow. Is that clear?”

Draco nodded slowly, teeth gritted. Professor McGonagall knew very well that it was sheer impossible to finish the essay in this lesson and that this afternoon, Draco would have to be at the pitch for some Quidditch practice. He was certain that if he would have been one of the Professor´s precious Gryffindors, especially one of those of the Quidditch team, she wouldn’t have been that hard on him. He was sure of that. Still, he knew he wouldn’t win this argument, so he kept his mouth shut.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

“Very well then.”, she said, before turning around, shifting her focus to his classmates again.

Draco let out a small sigh, before letting his gaze wander around the classroom. He could see some of the Gryffindors shooting him some gleeful glances, but Draco just ignored them. It wasn’t until his gaze settled on you, that his haughty façade started to crumble. Because the moment his gaze settled on you, you looked up from your book as well, your gaze meeting his. Draco´s heart got stuck in his throat as you threw the boy a small compassionate smile, before breaking the eye contact and focusing on the book in front of you again.

Draco´s heart was pumping so loud in his ears that he feared you might hear it on the other side of the classroom, but you didn’t look up again. Still, just those few seconds Draco had been in your orbit, made the boy forget why he had been so upset only minutes ago. The Slytherin couldn’t help the small smile that made it to his face. Maybe all the trouble in this lesson had been worth it after all.

And when Draco heard Blaise´s amused voice mutter beside him: “You´ve got it bad, man.”, he couldn’t even argue with it.

Later that day you were sitting in the common room with Pansy, chatting about all the world and his wife. At some point, Draco´s strange behaviour earlier that day came up as well. But while Pansy was snickering over how absolutely dumbfounded Draco had looked when Professor McGonagall had pointed out that the boy hadn’t even opened the book he had claimed to read, you rather felt sorry for the fellow Slytherin.

“Don’t be so hard on him, Pansy, I´m sure there was a reason that he was so distracted in that lesson.”

“So? If we all wouldn’t have to work just because we have a reason not to do so, I wouldn´t be present in half of the classes.”

“Oh please, what good reason would you have to miss our lessons?”

“They bore me.”, Pansy sighed out dramatically. “And the people annoy me.”

“Even though I totally understand, I´m rather sure that this is not a valid reason.”, you giggled.

“And what do you think Draco´s oh-so-mysterious, understandable and totally important excuse was?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Because even though Draco and you already knew each other for several years and you were rather close – at least by Draco´s standards – and you were quite curious about what had been on the boy´s mind earlier, you had absolutely no idea what could have distracted him that much that he would forget absolutely everything around him.

“You really have no idea?”, Pansy asked, as she glanced at you, looking almost irritated. “Absolutely none?”

“Do you?”, you responded.

Now it was on Pansy to shrug her shoulders, while her gaze dropped down to her lap, and she started fiddling with her hands.

“But regardless of that,”, you continued, not even noticing how Pansy relaxed next to you when you dropped the topic, “I think McGonagall was too hard on him. I mean, we all zone out from time to time, don´t we? And she really didn’t need to give him that much of extra work. That´s just unfair. Especially because she knows for sure that Draco has training today. If she already wants to give him some extra work, she could at least have given him some more time, don’t you think?”

But before Pansy could open her mouth to agree with you, the door opened, and a rather annoyed-looking Draco entered the common room. The frown he held on his face, however, softened immediately, the second he spotted Pansy and you sitting on one of the couches. Quickly, he made his way over to you - not without barking at some first years, standing in his way – and let himself fall on the couch as well, directly next to you.

“For real? In your jersey?”, you frowned. Not that you actually had something against the blond boy wearing his Quidditch uniform, that looked unfairly good on him, actually it was quite the opposite, but the last thing you needed today was some mud smudged over the couches and – due to the fact Draco had by now wrapped an arm around your shoulder – also all over your clothes.

But Draco only gave you a smug grin.

“Relax, love. I already showered and put on a new one. Only for you obviously. I know how much you like to see me in it.”, he winked.

You cursed the moment you had admitted to the blond boy in a moment of weakness that you actually thought that he looked rather good in his jersey. This, however, had been in your second year at Hogwarts, when Draco had joined the team and had been really nervous about his first actual game. And even though you had only said it back then to calm him down – and because it was the truth after all – until this very day, several years later, Draco still loved to remind you of the fact that you had called him handsome back then at every chance.

“If you say so.”, you grumbled.

Still, you finally relaxed into his arms and shuffled a bit closer. You had to actively keep yourself from inhaling his scent deeply. You simply adored it. For you, it felt like home. Simple as that.

“I guess that´s my call.”, Pansy grinned, as she got on her feet. “Enjoy your time, you two.”

You looked at your friend with narrowed eyes.

“Why you wanna leave? We still got some time before dinner.”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to disturb the two of you.”, she winked.

“You know you could never disturb us, Pansy.”, you laughed, while Draco muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.

“Also, I am very sure that Blaise needs my help with… something. See you around.”

And with that, Pansy disappeared quickly, leaving Draco and you behind.

“That was strange, wasn’t it?”, you asked the boy next to you, who just shrugged his shoulders in response.

“It´s Pansy. What did you expect?”

You nudged him.

“Careful, that´s my friend you´re talking about. And yours too, by the way.”

“And that´s exactly why I´m allowed to say this. But even when it comes to my so-called friends, I´m thankful for every second that I´m able to steal you from them and have you all for myself.”

You felt the familiar blush creeping onto your cheeks that always appeared whenever Draco made some snarky remarks that could make you suspect that after all, you were something special to him. Just like he was to you. And that bastard was fully aware of the effect he had on you and used it to tease you endlessly about it. Just like he did now. And the only way you knew to answer this was with a just as big smirk as he always held on his face when he told you those things.

“Of course you do. Everyone does. I´m just adorable.”, you said, puffing your chest as much as it was possible now that you were trapped in Draco´s arms.

Said boy just sighed and placed a small kiss on the crown of your head, making you shiver.

“Oh, you have no idea, love.”

But just as you wanted to melt into Draco´s embrace, you felt him tense next to you and curse under his breath.

You sat up again slightly and turned your head to look at him.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”, Draco sighed, but the lines of worries showed you differently. “Just that stupid homework from McGonagall. I still have to write almost half a role.” He let out another sigh before he pulled you close again. “But that can wait. Right now, I´m exactly where I want to be.”

Even though his words flattered you, you wiggled out of his arms and sat up straight.

“You might be where you want to be but not where you are supposed to. That woman will let you serve detention until the end of the year if you don´t hand in that essay until tomorrow. And I certainly won´t let you pull an all-nighter.”

“This is going to be an all-nighter anyway, love.”, Draco contradicted, but you shook your head in response.

“Not if I´ll help you.”

“(Y/n), no. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”, you pouted.

Draco let out a small laugh.

“Oh please! Nobody wants to work on Transfiguration voluntarily.”

“See what I´m willing to do just to spend some more time with you?”, you winked. “Now, c´mon. If we go to the library now we´ll still be able to work for an hour until dinner.”

And if you wouldn’t have been so determined to help Draco out and wouldn’t have strode away with long steps without even waiting for a response, you would have seen how Draco blushed vigorously at your words, justifying that he let you help him not with the fact that he was desperate to spend some more time with you, but reasoning that somehow this extra homework was your fault after all.

You had been wrong. Until it was time for dinner, several centimetres of the parchment were still empty, the blank space promising an all-nighter after all. Even though you might had even been able to finish the task completely, if it wouldn’t have been for Draco getting distracted by the very same thing that had gotten him into sitting here in the first place. Because just as it had been back in class, also here, in the dim light of the candles flickering on the walls, the Slytherin couldn’t help but notice how absolutely perfect you were. And because of that, the quill in Draco´s hand was hovering uselessly over the parchment most of the time, while its owner was busy staring at you, while you flicked through the pages of some books, providing Draco with some information you considered as potentially useful. Unfortunately, most of the words you were saying weren’t even processed by Draco´s mind. No, he was too busy staring at the movement of your lips when you spoke, the way your eyes mirrored the glimmering of the candlelight around you, the slight frown you held on your face when you tried to filter the most important information from the books in front of you, the way your fingers caressed the pages of the old books tenderly and how you…

“Draco? Draco are you even listening?”

The boy let out a quiet groan. Apparently, everything that could go wrong today would also proceed to do so. Because how should he explain to you that while you did your best to help him and sacrifice your free time to do so, he acted ungrateful and didn’t even listen to you without giving away the reason he simply couldn’t concentrate on anything at all as long as you were in the same room as him?

Draco ran a hand over his face before he nodded.

“Of course I am. Go ahead.”

But instead of doing so, you leaned back in your chair and eyed your friend closely.

“It was a tough day for you, wasn’t it?”, you asked, your voice sounding so much more compassionate than Draco thought he deserved.

And while with everyone else, Draco would have firmly denied that he had bad days at all, or would have blamed everyone else but him for everything that had gone wrong today, when it came to you, he simply couldn’t bring himself to argue. So instead, he just shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

But before you could answer, a boy walked up to your table, letting himself fall onto the chair next to you.

“Here you are.”, the Slytherin said, eyes fixed on Draco before he turned around to you. “Fancy to see you too, (Y/n).”

You smiled at him.

“Likewise, Adrian.”

Adrian Pucey mirrored your smile before his attention shifted to Draco again.

“Flint asked me to look for you. After the training today was… expendable, he wants us to meet up after dinner once more to talk about our tactic. At the pitch at nine.”

You saw the indecisiveness in Draco´s eyes as they flickered in between the parchment in front of him, still waiting to get filled by the words he so desperately needed to put down, and the older Slytherin. You knew Draco well enough to know that the boy was fully aware of where he had to set his priorities today, yet you also knew that he most likely wouldn’t dare to contradict Adrian and therefore Marcus Flint, who happened to be the Quidditch captain, himself.

So before Draco could even open his mouth, you quickly stepped in.

“Draco can´t join you tonight.”

The two boys looked at you with irritation, even though you liked to think that Draco looked also thankful at your words.

Adrian raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“So the two of you finally managed to get your act together and go on a date?”, he asked with a cheeky grin. “I´m sorry, (Y/n), but I´m afraid Marcus won´t let this slide as an excuse. Even if it´s a pretty girl like you.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Charming, Adrian, but Draco and I actually have a date tonight.” If you would have paid more attention to Draco than his teammate at that moment, you would have seen how the boy tensed in his chair, trying to hide all the emotion in his eyes at the mere thought of the two of you finally being together in a way, he had always wanted you to be. However, your gaze was fixed on Adrian, as you added: “Just the two of us and a dozen Transfiguration books. I guess you heard what Professor McGonagall did today?”

Adrian nodded, looking at Draco compassionately.

“And there´s no way you can delay the deadline?”

“Not if we want to make sure that dragon won´t let me serve detention during our next game against Gryffindor.”, Draco spit out through gritted teeth. “I bet she´s only been waiting for a chance like this.”

Adrian sighed in defeat.

“Screw it, we can´t risk that. And Flint´s gonna think the same. I´ll talk to him. Maybe you can meet up tomorrow before the next training to give you a summary. But for now, I´ll leave you alone so you can continue this.” He gestured at the books splattered on the table in front of you before he stood up. “Good luck with this. And (Y/n),” He turned around to you, a playful smirk playing around his lips. “Since what Draco and you are doing here is for strictly academic reasons, does that mean I still stand a chance?”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks at his words. It wasn’t like you were actually interested in the older boy, not at all, and you highly doubted that Adrian´s words were anything but a tease, still, his words flattered you.

“Keep on dreaming, Pucey.”, you giggled, not quite able to look him into the eyes, as you were still focused on trying to hide your blush.

“Maybe I will.”, he winked.

But before he could add something, Draco interrupted him.

“Now get lost, Pucey! We still got work to do.”, he barked, his eyes shimmering coldly as he stared at your housemate.

Adrian raised his hands in defence.

“Don´t worry. I´m already gone. She´s all yours.”, he said, before he actually turned around and walked away, leaving Draco and you finally alone again.

When the boy was gone, you slammed the book in front of you shut with a heavy sigh.

“I think we should leave it for now as well. We can continue after dinner in the common room. But now I need something to eat. And I think you do too.”

You looked at the Slytherin sitting on the other side of the table in expectation of a response, but it seemed like Draco hadn’t even heard what you had been saying. Blankly, he stared at the spot Adrien had stood only moments ago, with an intelligible expression on his face.

“Draco? Draco, did you hear me?”, you asked, your eyes flickering between the Slytherin and the blank spot next to you.

“Why did he say this?”, Draco suddenly asked, not even answering your question.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Who said what?”

“Pucey. This thing about standing a chance with you. Why did he say that?”

You let out an uncertain laugh, not sure why Draco was bringing this up now.

“I don´t know. He was just joking I guess.”, you shrugged.

Draco nodded, still not looking at you.

“Is there something going on between the two of you?”

The laugh that escaped you now, was genuine.

“Adrian and me? Salazar no! Why would you think that?”

“But you get along great, don´t you?”, Draco pressed.

“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. I wouldn’t say we are close or anything, but he´s nice. I like him.”

Finally, Draco tore his gaze apart from the blank spot and instead looked at you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as his grey eyes raked yours, nothing in his face giving away what he was thinking.

“You like him?”, he spat, stressing the second word as if it was something nasty lying on his tongue.

“Why are you so surprised about it? I mean, he´s everything a Slytherin is supposed to be. Smart and cunning. Plus, he´s a great Quidditch player and he´s actually quite nice, isn’t he?”

“So? Aren´t I all of those things too?”

There it was. After all, his strange behaviour could be once more explained by his pride. Obviously, Draco was all these things as well. Hell, he was so much more than this. And you loved every single part of him. However, his behaviour was from time to time rather… challenging. But you didn’t mind the slightest. Because, unlike many other people, you knew how to deal with it.

You smiled at the boy calmingly.

“Obviously you are. And that is why I like you as well. Well, at least to name a few things.”

Something in Draco´s eyes changed, his anger seemed to subside and made place for something else. Yet, once again, you weren’t quite sure how to read it. Because while Draco seemed to be soothed by your words, there was also a sadness lingering behind the small smile he threw you.

“So, that´s all there is?”, he asked.

You nodded.

“That´s all there is. No earth-shattering friendship. And “, you added after a moment of hesitation, “Also nothing else. No romantic interest or whatever you have been trying to imply.”

“I didn’t imply anything. That´s what you were construing, love.”, Draco answered, with a sly grin on his face, but you noticed how he visibly relaxed into his chair again. A reaction, that made your heart flutter in your chest, just as the stupid nickname he called you from time to time.

But before you could think about any potential deeper meaning behind his words, Draco stood up from his chair and stretched his stiff limbs, a view that made a small sigh leave your lips involuntarily.

“We should really leave for dinner now, don’t you think? I´m already starving.”

“Sure. Great idea, Draco. Why didn’t I think of that?”, you smiled, trying to fight the ironic undertone in your voice. You didn’t quite manage to, but Draco didn’t seem to notice, with his wand he already conducting all the books to their firm places.

“That´s what I´m here for. Always happy to help you, love.”

“What would I only do without you?”, you sighed dramatically.

“Your life would definitely be so much more miserable.”

“Well, I´m afraid I can never allow you to walk out of my life then.”, you smiled at him.

“As if I ever wanted you to.”, Draco muttered under his breath. Only a faint sound in your ears, like the whispering of the wind, and you weren’t quite sure if you had just imagined it. You just really hoped you didn’t.

After dinner, Draco and you were finally able to work on his essay effectively. This was mainly due to the fact that Draco strictly forbade himself to even look at you once until he would have finished the last stroke of his quill.

It was almost midnight when Draco finally set the last dot, ending exactly at the end of the final line. He dropped the quill next to the parchment and leant back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“And McGonagall really thought this would be a challenge for me. I bet that crazy cat lady was only hoping I would fail so she could get me to serve detention for the rest of the year. But I´m a Malfoy after all. It takes more than a stupid essay to get me down. Don´t you think so too, (Y/n)?”

When you didn’t answer, Draco glanced to the side, where you were sitting. Even when Draco was done with the research you had helped him out with and only had to write the conclusion and had offered you that you could already go to bed, you had refused to do so, suggesting you could proofread the essay after he was done. And even though Draco had assured you that you didn’t have to and if you really wanted to, you could also do so the next morning, you had told him with a shrug of your shoulders that you would wait for him anyway. You were rather sure that you couldn’t fall asleep knowing that while you were lying in your cosy bed, Draco was still up and working on his homework. And that´s what you had told him too, even though you had had to suppress a yawn when you did so.

But now that Draco looked at you, he realized that for once in your life, you had actually been wrong. You could easily fall asleep while he was still working. Because here you were, proofing yourself wrong. A small smile crept on Draco´s lips as he watched you, your head bedded on your arms that you had crossed over the last book you had been reading. You faced Draco, but your eyes were closed, your lips slightly parted, as you breathed steadily. The boy felt a wave of affection washing over him, as he saw you sound asleep like this. Because even though you hadn’t stayed awake like you had promised, you had stayed with him. You had rather fought the sleep by his side until you had eventually lost the battle, than returning to your dorm, leaving him alone. And after all; how could he feel anything else but adoration when you were looking so perfect, even in your sleep. So beautiful and carefree, making Draco believe that even with all the bad things happening in this world, everything would turn out just fine, as long as you would just exist?

He could have sat there all night, watching you sleep, but eventually, the thought settled in, that if you would stay like this for hours, in a probably rather uncomfortable position, your shoulders crouched and your neck twisted, you would wake up in the morning with stiff limbs and probably in pain. And that was something he couldn’t bear to see. Not after everything that you had done for him today. Quickly, Draco considered his possibilities. He couldn’t leave you like this, especially not all by yourself, but he also couldn’t get you to your dorm, since if he would try carrying you up the stairs, he would probably fall and break both of your necks. The Slytherin´s gaze wandered through the by now completely abandoned common room, until it settled on one of the couches. It surely wasn’t perfect, not good enough for you, but it would do for a night.

Draco made his way through the room to the couch, fluffing up the pillows and got the cosiest blanket ready, before he walked back to you. Careful and anxious to wake you up, Draco picked you up, freezing when you slightly shifted in his arms, but you only let out a small sigh, before you melted into his touch, not opening your eyes once.

Finally, Draco reached the couch, laying you down, loosening the tie that you were still wearing around your neck in accordance with the dress code and tucking you in. When he had made sure that you were as comfortable as possible, Draco stopped in his tracks for a second to take in the sight of you. Carefully, he brushed some strands of your hair out of your face, having to resist the urge to press a kiss on your temple.

“Sweet dreams, love.”, he mumbled, before he went to one of the armchairs nearby, and sat down as well. He wouldn’t leave you alone tonight, not only because he just couldn’t bring himself to leave you yet, wanting to be in your presence for as long as possible, but also because he couldn’t bear the thought that you wake up, alone and irritated, confused on how you had gotten there, being all by yourself. No, Draco would be there when you would wake up. He would always be there for you, no matter what. That was the last thought on Draco´s mind before he slowly drifted off into sleep as well, the image of you sleeping angelically on the couch still in sight, even when his eyes were already closed.

When you woke up, you needed a moment to orientate yourself. Only when your eyes got used to the dim light surrounding you, you realised that you were not in your bed, but in the common room. Slowly, the memories of the last evening started to set in. But some parts were missing. You still remembered how you had been sitting at one of the desks with Draco and waiting for him to finish his essay. At some point, your eyes had gotten more and more heavy, but you had refused to close them. You were rather sure that at some point you had failed and fallen asleep.

This however didn’t explain why right now, you were lying on one of the couches, covered with a blanket, while the fire in the fireplace had almost burned down, the only source of light being the embers, still gleaming inside. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, before letting your gaze wander around the room. That´s when it settled on a figure sunken down in one of the armchairs not far away from you, their blond hair reflecting the shimmer of the ember.

You felt the warmth flushing through your body as you watched Draco sitting there, his head resting in one of his hands, a small frown on his face, even though he was sleeping. By now you could somewhat imagine what had happened after you had fallen asleep and the mere thought of Draco taking care of you, making sure you were comfortable, before he passed out in the chair himself, exhausted from the hard and long day, made your heart beating faster in a way only Draco could do. If that boy only knew what his random acts of kindness did to you.

But as you were watching him, mesmerized by the view and lost in your thoughts, arguing with yourself whether you should wake him up so Draco could actually get to bed or just let him sleep where he was right now, the boy stirred in his sleep, before slowly opening his eyes, and straightening up in his chair with a yawn.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”, you smiled, and Draco´s head spun around, the confused look on his face giving place to a grin.

“Says you, love. An entire herd of trolls could have clumped through the room and you would have still slept like a baby.”

“Can you blame me?”, you yawned.

Draco shook his head, still smiling.

“Not at all. But that´s why you should really go to bed now. We need to get at least some hours of sleep.”

With a heavy sigh, you let yourself fall back onto the couch and looked at Draco with puppy eyes.

“But I´m so comfy right now.”

The Slytherin arched an eyebrow.

“More comfortable than your bed?”

“Warmer. And also,”, you cuddled yourself deeper into the blanket, “You are here.”

Oh, if you only knew what your words did to the poor boy´s heart. But instead of telling you, Draco only grinned cockily at you.

“But maybe I want to go to bed.”

“Or you could just join me here.”, you teased him even though you made your voice sound as innocent as possible before you added in a more serious voice: “Unless you actually want to leave. I get it. It was a long day and if you want to go to bed…”

But you hadn’t even finished the sentence before Draco stood up and walked up to you with long strides. Lucky for him, you didn’t even notice how wobbly his legs felt when he walked up to you, praying he wouldn’t stumble over his own feed, and how relieved he was when he finally sat down next to you. You huddled closer to Draco, who wrapped an arm around you and sighed.

“You know I just can´t turn you down, no matter what you ask from me, don´t you?”

You felt your cheeks heating.

“You´re just too good for me, Draco.”, you smiled.

And you meant it. You knew over all Draco surely wasn’t what people would describe as the good guy, but to you, he was just perfect. And the way he treated you was so much more than you could ever ask for. If you only knew what you did to deserve it.

“There´s nothing as too good when it comes to you, love.”, the Slytherin smiled, before placing a small kiss on the crown of your head, making chills run down your spine.

“No, I mean it. You are. You are perfect in every way. And I have absolutely no idea why you are doing all of this for me.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Draco´s chest.

“You really are that clueless, aren’t you?”

You sat up a bit straighter to look at Draco properly. There was amusement shimmering in his eyes, that were otherwise filled with so much adoration that it made you forget everything else around you. You narrowed your eyes, as you scanned his delicate features.

“Care to enlighten me then?”

If it wasn’t for your own blood swooshing in your ears, you would have probably heard Draco´s heart beating so strong he was afraid it might just jump out of his chest any second.

“Think about it, love.” He stressed the nickname in a way he had never done before. It had always rolled from his tongue so easily, but this time its weight was lying heavily on you. “For what reason do you think I am doing all of this?” Your breath got stuck in your throat as Draco raised his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek, before he tucked some strands of hair behind your ear, his hand coming to a halt there, fingers tangled in your hair. “For what reason do you think I always want to be near you?” His gaze flickered over your face, scanning all your different features closely, as if he wanted to memorize them forever. “For what reason do you think I get so distracted in a goddamn class by how absolutely beautiful you are that I´m not even able to do my work and even when I have to face the consequences I still rather spend my time looking at you and listening to your voice than dealing with it, even if this will only get me into more trouble?” Was that what had happened? Had Draco actually been so distracted by your sheer existence that he just couldn’t bring himself to care about the class anymore? “And why do you think I got so upset when fucking Pucey had nothing better to do than flirt with you when all I wanted was to spend some time with you?” Draco let out a shaky laugh. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to hex him then and there? Because trust me, it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Maybe the only thing harder than this…” His eyes finally came to a halt, meeting yours, so you could see all the raw emotions lying within them before his gaze dropped to your lips, where it stilled. “The only thing harder than this is to be around you every day, acting as if we are nothing but friends when all I want to do is to hold you and kiss you and to tell you how much I love you and continue to do so for the rest of my life.” Draco let out a breath he hadn’t even been aware he was holding, resting his forehead against yours. “Because it´s the hardest thing in the world, loving someone so much, who is just so oblivious to absolutely everything you say or do.”

Until that very day, you had no idea that a heart could stop beating and hammering in your chest so fast at the same time, but this was exactly what was happening to you right now. All the emotions flushing through you were way too much but at the same time you knew it would never be enough. Not when it came to Draco. Your voice was only a whisper, but you were just relieved that you still had one at all, when you whispered: “Maybe you should just stop pretending then. Because maybe this is all that she is hoping for.”

Draco hummed in response.

“But maybe this is just so much more than I could ever hope for. So much more than I deserve.”

“You deserve to be happy, Draco. And when it comes to me – I´m willing to do whatever I need to just so you can be.”

“Stay with me, then.”, he whispered against your lips, his voice sounding husky. “That´s all I need.”

You nodded.

“I will.”

And when your lips finally met Draco´s all the doubts either of you had ever had just vanished into the air. Because you both were certain that this was right where you belonged. Nothing that felt as good as this kiss could ever be anything but just how things were supposed to be. Within seconds, the world fell into place for you, Draco asked himself how he could have ever doubted that you didn’t love him the same way he had loved you ever since he could remember and you wondered about how you could have ever mistaken Draco´s behaviour for anything but what it actually was. Love. A love that had built up over all those years the two of you had been friends, something you had always known had been there but had never acted on, something that had grown just so much stronger with every single thing the two of you had been through and a love that would continue to grow with everything that you would witness together from this very second on.

When finally, Draco pulled away from you and looked into your starstruck eyes, he couldn’t help the sly grin that made it to his face.

“And you really had no idea?”

You shook your head, the blush on your cheeks only deepened.

“Merlin, (Y/n), how oblivious can one be?”

“Maybe you should just stop beating around the bush from time to time and just tell me what´s going on, Malfoy.”, you returned.

Draco chuckled and placed a small kiss on your temple.

“Fair enough.”, he agreed.

You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Really? That´s it? No arguing? No distraction? No teasing? Merlin Draco, do I need to be worried?”

“Don’t get fooled by it. This is only for tonight. I have a lifetime to do all of those things now. Because I can promise you that now I have witnessed this once, I will never let you go again.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

“What have I only gotten myself into?”, you groaned, but at the same time, you got more comfortable in Draco´s arms again, feeling the tiredness slowly sneaking back into your body that had been forgotten over everything that Draco had told you before.

“Don´t tell me you would want it any other way.”, Draco grinned, as he pulled you even closer.

And oh, he was so right with that.

“Don´t you dare, Blaise!”

“What? You want them to be late for class?”

“Just give them five more minutes.”

“What difference does that make?”

“It gives me time to fetch (Y/n)´s silly muggle camera and capture this moment for eternity. “

“You wouldn’t let them forget anyway.”

“Obviously I wouldn´t. I have to tease them about this for the rest of their lives.”

“Admit it, Pansy, you only want to do so because they look just adorable.”

“Well, maybe. A little bit. But that doesn’t mean I can´t use it against them.”

And Pansy and Blaise were right. Draco and you, cuddled up under a blanket on one of the couches in the common room, Draco´s arms wrapped around you, and your head resting on his chest, the morning sun shining through the window was a lovely sight indeed. And even though Draco would claim to hate his friends for showing around the pictures later everywhere, telling everyone an absolutely heartwarming and totally made-up story about how the two of you had ended up there, secretly he was thankful that they did. Because like that they showed everyone that you were finally his, just like he had always been yours. And maybe – just maybe – he would keep a copy of the picture in his nightstand and in the nights he didn’t sneak down to the common room to cuddle with you until the sun would rise again, he would pull it out, staring at the picture of you in his arms, both of you with a faint smile on your lips, until he would fall asleep. But honestly, he couldn’t wait for a time when he wouldn’t need a photo anymore to look at you, because you would fall asleep next to him every single night and he could just look at you instead. Because who needed a picture when the reality was just so much better than all the dreams he used to have about it, back when he hadn’t even had the faintest idea that not even the best ones would come close to the feeling of actually having you in his arms?

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Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

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"you're practically gaping at her mate, subtle much," fred muttered as he glanced at harry who was staring at the fifth year ravenclaw, cho chang, mindlessly as she giggled with her friends, "so much for wanting to keep my lunch down. mate, before you lose anymore pumpkin juice, you'd have more luck going over and talking to her-"

"oh, leave him alone fred," rolling her eyes, y/n gave back the rolled up newspaper to a glaring hermione granger after having smacked the ginger boy on the back of his head, "he is however, miraculously, right in a sorts though harry. you really should talk to her."

"ugh! look at this! i don't believe it, she's done it again. miss granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the bulgarian bon-bon viktor krum. no word yet on how harry potter's taking this latest emotional blow," glaring now at the newspaper article, hermione slams it onto the table, almost knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process, "i mean who does she think she is? i can tell you right now, harry seems to be doing just fine."

shaking his head, as if he had been in a trance, harry looked towards his fury-filled friends is confusion

"i wouldn't mind her, mione. you know how that hag of a woman is," shaking her head at the clueless chosen one before turning to in a sympathetic manner to comfort her bushy-haired friend, "the lengths she'd go and the people she'd shine a false light on for the sake of fame and attention. such a bitch."

groaning, fred slid over to his best friend, not so subtly stretching an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer, and unbeknownst to the ginger, causing a certain hue of rosy red to spread across the said girl's cheeks

"such a dirty mouth. to what do i owe the honours of being allowed to be within the presence of that mouth?" winking with a sly grin, blowing a single strand out of his eyes and angling his head to get a better look at the girl, he asks, "is the one and only y/n y/l/n blushing because of little, ol' frederick weasley? you flatter me."

huffing, y/n shrugged off the older twins arm that was draped across her shoulders, sending a scowl his way as she crossed her arms

"you wish freddie, and don't say shit like that. weirdo."

"well maybe if someone stopped swearing then-"

"i'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."

hearing this, both y/n and fred looked over to the two youngest weasleys, one of which were holding what looked like old rags of spare lace sewn together, before hermione laughed

"they're not for ginny. they're for you! dress robes."

upon saying this, the friend group all broke into laughter whilst ron's face fell

"dress robes? for what?"

to this, y/n and fred, having calmed down from the fits of laughter at the situation for the younger weasley male, turned to each other, a look of confusion now adorning their faces

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. the girls seem a lot more excited, "silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

y/n sent a quick glance to where harry, fred and george were standing only to see the twins murmuring to themselves and thus she shook her head, knowing that it was nothing serious before focusing back on mcgonagall

"now to dance is to let the body breathe. inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight and inside," upon hearing whispers, she turns to glare at ron, "every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance, mr weasley, will you join me?  now, place your right hand on my waist."

embarrassed and a little befuddled, ron almost mutters

"where?"

impatient, the woman moves to correct the placement of ron's very much awkward placing of his arm

"my waist," the woman states firmly, before the music starts up and the professors leads them into a waltz, inviting others to join

upon the invitation, the girls rushed to stand, only for the boys to remain seated, awkward, some even scratching at the back of their necks

with a smirk, fred walks over to y/n, who had previously been in a conversation with her friend and fellow quidditch team mate, katie bell, when she saw an approaching body out of the corner of her eye, before turning to see fred offering his hand out to her

"if you will, m'lady."

nudging the girl with a giggle, katie pushed her friend out of her seating position and into the arms of the cheeky ginger, winking at the girl before turning to find her own partner

"real smooth, weasley," she stated, placing one hand into his before raising her other arm to rest it on his, "'m'lady', huh? that's a new one. what book did you stumble upon to get that one? oh who am i kidding, you'd never pick up a book. willingly."

"oh ha ha, you're so funny. much laughter. such a comedian," the hand that rested on her waist began to poke slightly at her after her cheeky comment, twirling her and bringing her back into his chest now, "i'll have you know that i didn't find it. i just heard it was all. in one of those silly muggle movies that you love."

"they are not silly," she scoffed, moving her hand to slap the back of his head only for him to grab it and keep a firm grasp on it instead, the familiar heat spreading across her face, "they are romantic. not that you'd know."

"what's that supposed to mean? i'm so romantic i'd knock your socks off with how chivalrous and charming i am."

the girl couldn't keep a straight face at what the boy had said, immediately breaking out into a boisterous cackle which attracted many fellow gryffindors though the girl didn't care. the boy didn't either, a small smile then growing rather large at the sound

"oh freddie, now who's the comedian?" sighing, she moved, well tried, to rest her right cheek on his shoulder, which was now hunched to aid her due to the distinct height difference, "i can't wait. i mean, an actual ball, are you kidding? hogwarts is already magical on its own. can you imagine how wondrous it'll be?"

"oh, do you already have someone in mind as to who you'll take? my, my. and whom is it that has piqued y/n y/l/n's interest?" he nudged at her, wiggling his eyebrows as chuckled at the rosy red cheeks, "it wouldn't happen to be someone i know, would it?"

"what's it to you?" burying her face deeper into his neck, her voice came out as a murmur, "maybe i have found someone i hope will sweep me off my feet."

though the girl couldn't see it, fred's face dropped, after a wave of shock, not expecting what she said

"oh. well that's good," he shrugged, the movement pulling y/n out of her trance, and out of his neck, "can only imagine how wonderful he is. only the best for you."

"yeah," she said, a look of serenity taking over her face as she thought about the boy that was standing in front of her, "he is pretty wonderful."

"this is mad. at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. well, us and neville," ron uttered, sharing a chuckle with harry whilst y/n, who was across the table next to fred shared a look of displeasure with hermione, "then again, he can take himself."

before y/n could reply to the younger weasley, hermione had beaten her to it

"how sweet. but it might interest you two to know that neville's already got someone."

a smirk growing, the older gryffindor girl knew that she no longer had to say anything

"well now I'm really depressed."

ron's shoulders drop as his lips form a pout

hearing quick scribbles, y/n turned to read what fred had written before he scrunched it up and threw it at his brother

'get a move on or all the good ones will have gone'

to this, ron looks up from the parchment before turning to his older brother

"who are you going with then?"

fred turned to y/n, who was sat on his right, sharing a smile, as she let out a small giggle, wiggling his eye brows, before turning and throwing a piece of scrunched up parchment at angelina johnson

y/n could only feel her smile drop, her eyes gloss, and the rosy hues fade as she watched the boy next to her whisper at the girl. a girl that wasn't her

"oi! angelina!" acting out dancing movements, he then continued to ask, "do you, want to go, to the ball, with me?"

with a smile growing on her face, angelina turned so her whole body was facing him before resting her head on her hand with a dreamy look

"yeah. yeah, i want to go."

y/n could only see fred wink at ron before she quickly packed all her things and rushed to hand her book to snape, alarming the others as they all watched the girl scamper off, not wanting them to see the tears that had now escaped, her heart broken

"what's wrong with her?" ron could only ask though he got shrugs from both fred and hermione, "well, anyway."

fred could only drown out his brother's words as he watched the girl practically run put of the great hall, before he heard a book slam and turned to witness hermione leaving as well, sending a final glare to his little brother

"girls."

the small sniffles from the gryffindor girl, with the occasional break of an audible sob were all that could be heard that wintry evening as the rebounded off the walls of what she thought was an empty corridor, void of students

"y/n? is that you?" the soft voice came from around the corner from where she was sat, the owner of the voice stepping out into the open corridor to reveal adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and a total heartthrob, his face softening as he looked at the upset girl in front of him, "are you ok? what happened?"

she made quick eye contact with the boy before she hurriedly brushed away her tears, rubbing at her eyes and glancing down as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, not wanting to look at him again

not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak in front of him

"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."

looking from his eyes back to his outstretched hand and then his eyes again and seeing nothing but kindness and warmth in his irises, the girl huffed a little before placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up from her seated position

not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts

"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."

"you make it seem a lot more... serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head, "i mean, who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"

now frowning, the slytherin boy turns towards her, shaking his head

"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess it's their loss."

shaking her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp before facing him and placing both of them on his shoulder

"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."

her crying came to a halt as a look of self doubt lingered in her eyes

"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls. it seems so bitchy to say that too because she's so kind. always the sweetest thing to me and here i am being the grouchiest person ever."

"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."

"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."

instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor

in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear

"hee hee"

"ade, what are you doing?"

"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"

quickening her pace to match his, she couldn’t help but smile, forgetting what had happened in the great hall not too long, spinning whenever he motioned for her to, seeing others who were now exiting the great hall watch on, curious

"ade-"

"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."

out of the corner of her eye, she could she a flash of ginger hair, though she wasn't given more time to wonder about who it was before she was dipped and she let out the loudest cackle

"ADRIAN-"

"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme It oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."

doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set

"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."

now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more

"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."

"well, i mean i don't know, i-" dragging on her words, she looked down at the boy to see his confident grin faltering and she knew she couldn't continue to play along, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"

breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness

whilst most onlookers were applauding the 'proposal' they had witnessed between the two chasers, a certain ginger beater, who was watching from behind pillar, was green with envy, shaking his head before walking off to find george

it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley

"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."

"ah, gin," the girl, though smiling, shook her head slightly, straightening up her younger friend, "it was cute, but i just don't see adrian like that. he's just a good friend."

"y/n, y/n, y/n. did you not see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."

"adrian is aromantic, gin. i can assure you he doesn't like me like that. besides, though he's my date, i've always had my eye on someone. the feelings just don't seem to be reciprocated."

ginny's smile faltered as she looked at her friend who was gazing down, twiddling her fingers

"if you're talking about my git of a brother," she held up a finger to the girl, whose mouth was slightly ajar, as if she were to ask 'which brother' "and before you get smart, i'm talking about fred. you're clearly not as smart as i thought you were if you think for a second that he doesn't like you. he's constantly talking about you and whatever you've done that was just 'oustanding' or 'astronomical' when you aren't around.. and then where you are around, he needs to be touching you in some way. if i thought adrian was enamoured with you, fred is gobsmacked, drop dead, head over heels, in love with you."

"then why didn't he ask me to the ball, gin? why did he ask angelina? and why did he do it in front of me? no, it doesn't matter. i don't think i have the right to ask that. just... clearly, whatever feelings he did feel.. aren't there," she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."

"well i know, and yes i understood, adrian does not like you and you do not like him and it's all platonic, but i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake. platonic or not, this is still gonna be as much of a date as any other date you've been on or could go on. and don't look at me like that, enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve it."

before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom

"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"

"don't think for a second that i'm done with you gin, just give me a few minutes. i've got a choice of words with you."

"ah, would you look at the time. i think neville is downstairs waiting for me. see you soon."

"gin- GINERVA," before y/n could say the girl's full name, she had sped out of the dorm room, leaving the older girl to shake her head and huff, "i'm gonna kill her."

quickly slipping in her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes

"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."

"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"

"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"

"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."

"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."

at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.

"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."

"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"

"let's do it."

walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date before looking around, her eyes settling on a cleaned up fred weasley who looked as handsome as ever. he seemed to have found her too, meeting her gaze

she wanted to smile bashfully and wave at the boy she considered her best friend before she saw the girl whose arm was linked with his. the girl that was hanging off of him. and she removed her gaze from him, keeping the small smile as she looked over to adrian, who was returning the smile as he met her gaze, walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase

"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."

the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates

"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."

"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"

"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."

"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."

"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour, miss head-turner. shall we make our way inside now?"

"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."

from the other side of the hallway

fred was standing just outside the entrance of the great hall, in a group that consisted of himself and his date, angelina, george and his date, alicia spinnet, and lee and his date, patricia stimpson, when the three girls turned to the staircase to see who was making their way down and gasped

"look at our girl, ang. she looks amazing," exclaimed alicia, pulling george with her towards the girl, though george stopped her, "why are we stopping?"

"the girl still needs to find her date, ali. we'll see her inside, alright?"

the girl pouted slightly before nodding and returning her gaze to their third chaser

"did you guys see pucey's proposal to her? it was so romantic and she looked so happy. if i'm being honest though, i thought you'd ask her freddie. especially after that dance practice a few weeks ago. but you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so hap-" angelina was cut off mid-sentence

"can we stop talking about how cute pucey and y/l/n would be? this isn't about them."

"woah, what's wrong with you? besides it's the truth isn't it? isn't she your best friend? you'd think you'd be happy for her?"

"she can be with pucey for all i care. he's bloody perfect for her, isn't he?" fred sneered, moving his gaze to look at the girl, his glare dropping as he saw that her eyes met his before she turned away, "i just want the best for her. that's all."

george could only smirk, wanting to slap the back of his twin's head but refraining and he rested his arm around alicia

"it seems to me like your jealous, freddie."

fred could only scoff, his glare returning and focusing on his brother

"shove off. whatever, let's just go inside." he suggested as he saw the girl he longed for enter the great hall with her date

looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening

just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical

"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."

"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."

rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more

"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."

"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."

"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."

"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."

"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, maybe george if i can catch a word with alicia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."

"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my ass and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."

"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out before i start to believe less and less that you're aromantic."

"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"

"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. but no. in fact it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."

"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."

"let's do it."

5 minutes later

the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room

y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play

something told me it was over

when i saw you and her talking

something deep down in my soul said "cry girl"

when i saw you and that girl walking around

swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, something nice about being able hold each other like this, whilst knowing that the only thing that would come out of tonight would be a closer friendship

"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."

i would rather, i would rather be blind

than to see you walk away

so you see, i love you so much

that i don't wanna watch you leave me

"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."

"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."

"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."

when the reflection in the glass

that i held to my lips now

revealed the tears that are all on my face

baby i'd rather be blind

than to see you walk away from me

the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song

you can dance

you can jive

having the time of your life

see that girl

watch that scene

digging the dancing queen

"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."

the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. they were sure to remember this night for the rest of their lives

anybody could be that guy

night is young and the music's high

with a bit of rock music

everything is fine

you're in the mood for a dance

and when you get the chance

"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he always played it any chance he got."

"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."

slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing

"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."

"oh shush."

you are the dancing queen

young and sweet

only seventeen

dancing queen

feel the beat of the tambourine

"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."

"your mother was a muggle, right?"

"yes? why?"

"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"

"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."

"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."

she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided

"you really are something, you know that."

"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."

another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall

i've got sunshine on a cloudy day

when it's cold outside

i've got the month of may

"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."

i guess

you'd say

what can make me feel this way

my girl

talking 'bout my girl

"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."

"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter what, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it."

i've got so much honey

the bees envy me

i've got a sweeter song

than the birds in the trees

"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"

"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."

"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."

whilst the two swayed and the girl sang to the boy, a ginger haired, sulking, teenage boy was staring off at them from his seated position

"you're staring. the song is about to end freddie, just ask her. i'm sure adrian won't mind. everyone knows you're her best friend."

"why would she want to dance with me, ang? she looks quite content with pucey. what's the point?"

"it's just one dance, fred. besides, you've been frowning all night and that's not like you, it's weird."

"quite the date i am huh? sorry. you would've been better off with harry and he's just as much of a lousy date as i am. at least his date got a dance."

"it's alright. i still got a few dances with alicia and you know i've had my eye on roger davis. got a dance with him so i'd say my night was pretty successful."

"that makes one of us."

suddenly, before the final song was to commence, dumbledore had a final announcement to make

"the yule ball is coming to a close and so i must announce before the final dance that there is to be a change in scene. i ask that you gentlemen or women invite another to the dance floor that he or she did not accompany to the ball."

"see, there's your chance fred. take it."

"if anything, she'd probably want to dance with geor-"

"FRED WEASLEY YOU GO OVER TO THAT GIRL AND YOU ASK HER TO DANCE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ASK FOR YOU MYSELF! i am sick of your pity party of despair and loneliness. just go for it."

he could only sigh as he stood up from the seat he had been sat in for the last 2 hours, making his way over to the pair, though lord knows his heart was 2 seconds away from pounding violently through his ribcage and out of his chest

whilst fred made his way over, the two were still away in their own world, wanting the moment to last just a little longer

"was hoping i'd get my last dance with you. i've had so much fun tonight and i don't want it to end."

"i've had a lot of fun too. was quite the experience having the prettiest girl in hogwarts wrapped in my arms, swaying to muggle misic. who would have thought. i think i might sit this one out. i don't see myself dancing with anyone else that isn't you."

"are you sure you're aromantic, ade? like, straight up? 100%?"

though he knew she meant nothing by it, he still laughed lightly and hugged her before pulling away so they were both at arms distance

"straight up. if i wasn't, i would have been kissing the hell out of you. i can assure you i feel no romantic feelings. even after having you in my embrace for the last 2 hours, it's nothing but platonic. i just don't see anything happening. that, and i can see a certain ginger making his way over and i don't fancy getting kocked out right now. so, after the dance, i'll meet you and escort you to your common room to see you off."

looking to her right slightly, her heartbeat quickens as she sees a hurried fred weasley making his way over before she turns back to adrian

"are you sure? i could just sit with you?"

"i'm sure. i'll just sit with miles. poor bloke was rejected so he's been sat at the table, drinking. reckon i should go over before he dies of alcohol poisoning because trust me, he will find a way. besides, i think someone wants to dance with you. about time if you ask me."

and with that, adrian placed a final kiss on her forehead before he walked away, sending a last wink towards her before turning and not looking back

she could only watch his retreating back for a moment longer before she felt a tap on her shoulder

feeling like her chest was about to explode, she took a slow, deep breath before turning to see the boy who, after the weeks that went by with distance between them, still had her heart

"hi? um, you look.. good?" his face furrowed, slightly frowning as he shook his head, "i mean, obviously you look better than good. amazing, incredible, gorgeous, spectacular. all eyes were on you tonight and reasonably so. the dark green really stood out against your skin. you and pu- adrian really blew the whole school away. it was really cute. anyway, it was nice talking to yo-"

"fred, do you want to dance with me?"

here she was with her heart on her sleeves as she awaited his answer. fred was flabbergasted

"i- me?"

"i mean, no one else is around," she said as she gestured to the empty space around her, "what do you say, freddie? for old times sake? accompany me for the final dance?"

"how could i say no?"

she let out a breath of relief as she took the hand that was held out to her, a small smile growing on her face as she felt warm

dumbledore moved to the centre of the stage a final time

"now, please join me in welcoming mr jon mclaughlin who has warmly agreed to sing our final song for the evening. mr mclaughlin, the stage is yours."

a light piano echoes through the hall as y/n gazes into fred's eyes, something she hasn't done for a while, something she has missed

she missed her freddie and she finally had him back in her arms and she was reluctant to let go

you're in my arms

and all the world is gone

the music playing on for only two

she wanted to say something, anything. she wanted nothing more than to catch up with the boy in front of her but nothing came to mind

so she just held on tighter, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in time, the rest of the world beginning to fade out as they lost themselves to the music and the soft voice of mr mclaughlin

so close

together

and when i'm with you

so close to feeling alive

he too had a lot on his mind. like how effortlessly perfect she was. from the way her eyes shone as the fire of the floating candles reflected off of them. how her cheeks now adorned its usual rosy hues. how in love he was with her

"you really are beautiful, love."

a life goes by

romantic dreams must die

so i bid mine goodbye

and never knew

"thank you, freddie. i must say, you look quite swell yourself."

"ah, you know. i just pulled this little getup from out of my trunk. curled my hair a little, though it's nothing compared to you. i never thought i'd love seeing you in green so much."

she couldn't help but lean closer, wanting to be as close to the boy as possible

"so, you and pucey, huh? when did that become a thing?"

"adrian?"

"is there another pucey running around that i don't know about?"

y/n could only scoff, though it was light-hearted

"smart arse. there isn't a thing. we're just friends. freddie, i don't want to talk about adrian. just. dance with me."

so close

was waiting

waiting here for you

and now forever i know

all that i want is

to hold you

so close

she rested her head on his shoulder, with a little struggle but she got there and and shared a look with angelina, who only winked at the girl. similarly, fred, who now turned was facing adrian who could only raise his drink in acknowledgement, smiling, and seeming to have mouthed the words, 'well done weasley', to which fred just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face

so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

and now you're beside me

and look how far we've come

so far

we are

so close

looking back on their years together, the pair couldn't help but wonder why this didn't happen sooner, why they elongated the pain and sat through the hurt when they could've shared this moment of peace and euphoria earlier

they thought about the weeks they had spent apart and in the presence of another when all they needed was each other. what were they thinking, honestly?

"are you singing, frederick gideon weasley?"

"for you, i'd do just about anything, love."

she sighed happily before she thought back to that afternoon in the great hall. the study session

"i really thought you were gonna ask me. i was so sure, especially when you looked at me with those warm eyes of yours and your happy, boyish grin and i was so excited. but then, you turned and asked someone else. and i had to leave. i couldn't be around to hear all the giggles you both shared whilst i was slowly breaking."

oh how could i face the faceless days

if i should lose you now

"y/n, i'm so sorry. believe me when i say that i was planning on asking you. that afternoon, during dance practice. i was set on asking you then. but then you said-"

"that i might have found someone i wanted to sweep me off my feet. did it never occur to you that i was thinking about you? freddie, i had, have literal heart eyes for you. was it not even a little obvious?"

"i guess not, love," he said, shaking his head at his own obliviousness, "i just. wanted the best for you. and if you had already found it in someone else, then i was fine with that. well, i wasn't but i wasn't gonna let it show. when you said that, i thought someone else had asked. and that you had said yes. so i asked angie, and ended up being a shit date, so i owe her big time. but then when i left to chase after you, adrian was there, singing, in a horrible accent i'd like to add, and in the middle of it all, you just looked so happy, despite the tear tracks that stained your face. your smile was so bright. and then he asked you and you said yes and i just felt. defeated. which is unfair, but i didn't know you were dateless. had i known, i would've asked myself. i just should have asked you about it, but instead, i went and asked someone else, i made you cry and then i pushed you into the arms of another in the process. i was just a downright git who doesn't deserve you. i'm lucky you're dancing with me ri-"

we're so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

let's go on dreaming though we know we are

rolling her eyes, she pulled him even closer, if it were possible, titling her head ever so slightly to slot her lips onto his, shutting him up

and it was like sparks, no, fireworks went off and they lost themselves to each other. this was where they truly belonged

"do you ever shut up? you ramble a lot, freddie. i'd say it's cute and a little impressive but then it kept going on and on and i didn't know when you'd st-"

fred leans in again, the kiss lasting a little longer than the first, the otherwise chilly night feeling rather warm

"fred, you just kissed someone with a dirty mouth."

fred grinned gingerly, leaning in to whisper into her ear

"yeah. and i'm about to do it again."

so close

so close

and still

so far

adrian and angelina, who was accompanied by roger davis, sat off to the side, grinning at the kissing couple, bumping fists under the table

"i reckon she doesn't need me to escort her to the common room anymore. suppose i should take drunk-off-his face over here back to our dorm," adrian says to angelina, gesturing to the shitfaced miles bletchley, "tell y/n i said goodnight. if you get the chance to."

and with that, adrian left the yule ball with his drunk mate attached to his arm and a smile on his face, happy that his friend finally got the guy she wanted

her freddie

is that a wrap?! i think fucking so. this will forever be my baby because believe me when i say i've never written a fic this long but it was so worth it.. love yall <33

[jijournal]

THE QUIDDITCH BET | O.W

Summary: You and Oliver are captains of rival Quidditch teams, and the competition is fierce. But when a bet forces the loser to take the winner on a date, you realize that maybe you don’t hate him as much as you thought.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None! Just the casual rivals to lovers kinda thing.

A/N: I finally had an idea for a fluff story lol! Hope everyone loves this!🫰

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You did not expect this day to be so—eventful.

What you did expect was to be anywhere else but here—sitting across from Oliver Wood at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, a place so violently pink it could put Umbridge’s wardrobe to shame. Ribbons dangled from the ceilings, tiny cherubs fluttered around, and a faint tinkling of overly romantic music played in the background. You were fairly certain you lost three years off your life the moment you walked in.

And yet… here you were.

Two weeks ago, this had all been a joke. A taunt. A dare.

It started with a bludger and a challenge.

“C’mon, Cap, it’s so bloody cold!” Adrian Pucey groaned, shivering beneath his gear. “I can’t feel my face. Or my legs. Or my—”

“Shut it, Pucey!” you snapped, breath misting in the freezing air. “Do you see me complaining?”

“That’s ‘cause you enjoy freezing to death,” he muttered under his breath, but before he could finish, a bludger shot past your heads, dangerously close.

You and Adrian turned sharply.

The source? Not Crabbe. Not Goyle.

Gryffindors.

Specifically, two redheads waving innocently from the far end of the pitch.

The Weasley twins.

Of course.

And standing not far behind them, arms crossed and smirking like he owned the bloody sky—Oliver Wood.

You scowled. He grinned wider.

You flew toward him, stopping midair with narrowed eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here, Wood?”

“What does it look like, Cap?” he replied smoothly. “Practicing. Or would you rather I wait until after you lot limp off the pitch in shame?”

You snorted. “Didn’t peg you for a masochist.”

“Didn’t peg you for a sore loser.”

You leaned in slightly, voice low. “We’ll see who’s sore after this match.”

He raised a brow, the wind rustling his curls. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

"A threat." you say sharply, rolling your eyes and fly off to your team before he could get another word in.

You whistled sharply with two fingers, drawing your team’s attention. "As you can see, this is my LAST YEAR at Hogwarts and I— I mean we, will not lose to Gryffindor; again."

"I want you to all train better!" you shout.

"DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND?!" you yell so loud that the Gryffindors from the other side of the pitch turned their heads to look at your team. You didn’t care—they weren’t your problem.

They all swallow nothing "Ma'am, yes ma'am" they say in unison.

"Well go on!" You exclaimed as you fly to get one of the quaffles.

But as you looked back at your team—tired, cold, and irritated—you knew one thing:

You were not losing this year.

⸻

The morning after, the Great Hall buzzed with chatter and clinking silverware. You sat at the Slytherin table, lazily scribbling play strategies on a spare bit of parchment, still high-strung from the night’s brutal practice.

As you stood to leave, someone bumped your shoulder.

You looked up. And of course—it was him.

Oliver Wood.

“How do you move that quietly with shoulders that broad?” you muttered.

He smirked. “Don’t want you tripping before the big match, Cap.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, brushing past him. But he fell into step beside you.

“Still convinced your team can beat mine?” he asked, tone infuriatingly light.

“I know we can,” you replied coolly. “I’ve been training them since third year. You’re looking at the best captain Slytherin’s ever had.”

He whistled low. “Confidence. I like that.”

You stopped walking and turned to him, arms folded. “What do you want, Wood?”

His expression shifted—playful, but with an edge of challenge. “Let’s make it interesting.”

You arched a brow. “Define interesting.”

“If Gryffindor wins, you take me out on a date.”

You blinked. “You want me to—what?”

He shrugged. “And if you win, I take you out.”

You stared at him for a long second. Then laughed. “You’re betting a date on a Quidditch match?”

He leaned in slightly. “Unless you’re scared.”

You extended your hand with a smirk. “Fine. You’re on.”

He shook it, locking eyes with you “Hope you like pink doilies and tea shops, Cap." He smiled.

⸻

The wind was sharp, biting through layers of robes as the crowd filled the stands. You marched onto the pitch, head high, heart pounding.

Oliver was already there, barking last-minute orders at his team. His eyes caught yours as you passed.

“Good luck,” you said sweetly.

He blinked, a little thrown. “Thanks—?”

“You might need it,” you added with a smirk, ponytail swishing as you walked away.

You didn't look back. You didn't need to. You knew his jaw was clenched, that he was probably muttering something under his breath about how infuriating you were.

The match was brutal.

Bludgers flew like cannonballs. Rain started halfway through. You caught sight of Fred nearly knocking Montague off his broom, and in return, Derrick almost took out Angelina. Your team played hard, and for a while, it looked like the match could go either way.

Zooming through the pitch, you have the quaffle in your hands ready to score. You dodged bludgers like your life depended on it—because it did!

To piss of Wood, you fake throw the quaffle into one of the lower hoops, but then fly up and aimed at the taller one. As planned, Wood fell for it.

Then you shoot.

But then the quaffle was thrown back. Your mouth was open as you stare at Oliver Wood. He prevented the quaffle from entering by spinning and hitting it with the end of his broom.

"Careful, Cap—with your mouth hanging open like that, people might start getting ideas." He teased. Then he winked at you.

You scowl at him and groan as you flew away back to the match.

But then—Gryffindor’s Seeker Harry Potter pulled a fast one.

Before your Seeker, Draco Malfoy could react, the Snitch was snatched right out of thin air.

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor stands, their scarlet flags waving wildly. You floated there, high above the stadium, heart pounding and soaked to the bone—not from sweat, but from the sting of defeat.

You’d lost.

Which meant... the bet.

⸻

That leads you right back to this horrid moment.

You sat across from Oliver Wood, arms crossed, tapping your foot, trying your hardest not to show any sign of enjoyment. The place was dripping in pink, hearts hanging from the ceiling like it was Valentine’s Day year-round, and to top it off—there was romantic music playing in the background.

“This was your idea of a date?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Part of the bet,” he said, sipping his tea smugly. “Winner gets to choose.”

“And you chose this?” You glanced around again. “Are you secretly a twelve-year-old Hufflepuff girl?”

Oliver grinned. “No, but I figured you'd look ridiculous surrounded by pink lace and sugar hearts. And you do.” He nodded, taking another sip with far too much satisfaction. “It’s everything I hoped for.”

You rolled your eyes. “Glad to know my suffering brings you joy.”

“Oh, loads of it,” he said. “You should see your face right now. I might have it painted and framed.”

You shook your head, hiding a smile behind your cup.

The two of you bantered, slipping into a rhythm that felt weirdly easy. And maybe that was the part that annoyed you the most—how comfortable it felt, being here with him, even with the ridiculous decor and obnoxiously romantic music.

Then, after a moment of quiet between the jabs, he glanced at you, eyes scanning your face in that way he did when sizing up a player before a match.

“You’re not terrible company,” he muttered into his cup.

You blinked. “What was that?”

“I said you’re not terrible company,” he repeated, louder this time—but still casual, like it was no big deal. “For a Slytherin.”

You raised an eyebrow. "I find it hard to believe that"

He grins at you “Honestly? You make this place look good.”

Your eyes went slightly wide at his sudden—compliment? “Wow. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Wood.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied quickly, but there was the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth—like he was fighting back a real smile.

You both looked at each other for a beat longer than usual, and then you looked away first, pretending to scan the shop again.

And for some reason, your tea tasted a little sweeter after that.

You both leaned back into your seats, still trading quips and trying not to smile too much.

For the first time, you weren’t thinking about Quidditch or rivalries or winning.

Just him.

And somewhere between the insults and the laughter, you thought—

Maybe that bet wasn’t so bad after all.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

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[suugarbabe]

Softer Side

Pairing: Mattheo Ridde x Ravenclaw y/n

Warning: Fluff

When others asked, you told them you weren’t sure when it happened. You weren’t sure when you stopped thinking Mattheo was just an ignorant prick and instead started defending him when others brought up his name in conversation. But you knew exactly when it happened, and you wanted to keep it to yourself. You liked being one of the only ones to see the soft side of Mattheo.

You’d seen him straighten up the Slytherin table after the rest of his friends left for class, stacking plates and straightening goblets when he thought no one else was paying attention. You saw him help Madam Pince in the library a few times as well. You swore it was a detention until you heard her thanking him for volunteering his time again at the end of the week. However your favorite soft Mattheo moment was the first time you witnessed it. Whether it was his actions in the moment, or your interaction with him afterwards was an internal debate you continued to have with yourself to this day.

The first was purely on accident. You were cutting through the courtyard to get to transfiguration on time. You were already running late and McGonagall was not going to go easy on you if you showed up after her again. You noticed two students in the corner of the courtyard, a male seemingly having a female pinned against one of the pillars.

As you got closer, you noticed none other than Adrian Pucey trapping a poor third year, whispering in her ear. Her face was contorted in disgust as she tried to squirm away from him. You were about to shout at him to leave her alone when he was suddenly shoved to the ground. You stopped dead in your tracks and watched as Mattheo knelt down next to Pucey, a hand on his throat as he threatened the boy through gritted teeth. “Guys like you are the scum of the fucking earth, Pucey,” he spat. “If I ever see you trap another girl like that again, you’re fucking done for, ya hear me?”

Pucey nodded his head the best he could as Mattheo’s hand was still around his neck, holding him to the ground. Mattheo released him and Pucey quickly got up and scurried away down the nearest corridor. Mattheo stood up, straightening his robes before turning back to the young girl. “Are you okay, darling, did he hurt you?” You had never seen him speak so softly and reassuring to someone before. You had to blink a few times to make sure you were still seeing the same man before you. The girl shook her head no in response before Mattheo patted her shoulder and encouraged her to head to class.

“Well, that was interesting,” you spoke up, slight smirk on your face. Mattheo’s head whipped around at your voice, you could’ve sworn his cheeks were slightly pink as well. He stood still as you walked closer to him. “Who knew big bad Mattheo Riddle would save strangers like a knight in shining armor,” you said, patting his chest mockingly. Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Pucey is walking dragon shit, everyone knows it.” You laughed lightly, nodding in agreement, starting to walk past him but he followed, quickly keeping pace with you as you walked down the corridor.

“Were you at least impressed by my heroic efforts, y/n?” He threw his arm around your shoulder as he walked. It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Oh, yes, Mattheo, I just loved watching you choke out the slimiest member of your house.” You playfully pushed his arm off you as you turned the corner leading to your classroom. He quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him, your chests a mere few inches apart.

As you opened your mouth to protest, Mattheo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Yannow I never pegged Ravenclaws to be into choking, but if you wanna explore that fantasy I can give you my common room password.” Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment before pushing him back. Mattheo just chucked lightly before giving you a wink and a Cheshire grin, disappearing behind the corner.

[magical-reid]

The Joke's on Us

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Genre: fluff

Content warnings: none?

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Fred Weasley agrees to pretend to be Y/N's boyfriend to help her fend off the advances of an unwanted suitor, Adrian Pucey, only to find his own feelings for her growing stronger with each passing day. As their fake relationship deepens, Fred finally admits his love for Y/N, and to his delight, she feels the same, leading to a genuine romance that leaves Pucey behind.

The air in Diagon Alley was brisk, a remnant of autumn’s grip before winter claimed it fully. Fred Weasley stood at the entrance of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, grinning broadly at the stream of witches and wizards entering their shop. Business had been booming since they opened the shop, and he and George couldn’t have been prouder.

But tonight wasn’t about Puking Pastilles or Extendable Ears. Fred had his sights set on something—or rather, someone—else entirely.

Y/N Y/L/N.

She had been their friend since Hogwarts, though Fred had always known his feelings for her extended beyond mere friendship. She’d been a year behind them in school, a Ravenclaw who managed to balance being book-smart with a mischievous streak that rivaled even the Weasley twins. Fred had noticed her laugh first—bright, unrestrained, the kind that echoed in his chest and refused to leave.

Now, as adults, they’d grown closer. Y/N worked for Flourish and Blotts, managing the rare books section, and often popped by the joke shop after her shifts to unwind.

Tonight was no different.

Fred spotted her easily as she navigated the crowded street, her brown hair loose and catching the faint glow of the shop’s enchanted lights. Her eyes darted around, scanning for him, and his heart did an embarrassingly Gryffindor-esque leap in his chest.

“Y/N!” Fred called, waving her over. She smiled in relief and quickened her pace.

“Fred, thank Merlin,” she said breathlessly, stepping into the shop and out of the chill. She glanced around at the shelves of colorful chaos, then back to him. “You’re my last hope. Please tell me you’ll help.”

Fred’s grin faltered. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand through her hair. “Adrian Pucey. That’s what’s wrong.”

Fred stiffened at the name. Pucey had been a Slytherin a few years below him and George—a smug git who had grown into an even smugger man. He’d apparently decided Y/N was his latest conquest and had been making her life miserable for weeks now.

“Has he been bothering you again?” Fred asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Y/N nodded, her eyes flashing with irritation. “He won’t take no for an answer. He keeps showing up at the bookshop, sending me owls—yesterday, he cornered me in the Leaky Cauldron during my lunch break.” She shuddered. “He’s relentless. I don’t know what else to do.”

Fred’s jaw clenched. He hated the thought of her being harassed, especially by someone like Pucey. “What do you need? Name it, and I’ll make it happen.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I was thinking��maybe you could pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for a little while. Pucey might back off if he thinks I’m taken.”

Fred’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. He forced himself to stay calm, though inside, his thoughts were a cacophony of disbelief and hope. Pretend to be her boyfriend? He’d been wanting to be her real boyfriend for years.

“Of course,” he said, keeping his tone casual. “Happy to help. Let’s make Pucey regret ever looking your way.”

Y/N’s shoulders sagged in relief, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “Thank you, Fred. I owe you one.”

Fred gave her a lopsided grin, ignoring the warmth spreading through his chest at her touch. “No, you don’t. But I will expect you to play along convincingly. No half-arsing it, Y/L/N.”

Y/N laughed, the sound lighting up the dim corners of his heart. “Don’t worry, Weasley. I’ll sell it.”

The plan went into motion the very next day.

Y/N had arranged to meet Pucey for coffee—a ruse to confront him once and for all about his behavior. Fred, naturally, insisted on coming along.

As they approached the café in Hogsmeade, Y/N slipped her hand into Fred’s. It was a small, almost absent-minded gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He glanced down at her, but she was focused ahead, her expression determined.

Inside, Pucey was already seated, his polished robes and slicked-back hair a stark contrast to Fred’s more casual style. The Slytherin’s smirk faded when he saw them enter hand in hand.

“Adrian,” Y/N said briskly as they approached the table. “This is Fred. My boyfriend.”

Fred couldn’t help but grin at the way Pucey’s face darkened. “Evening, Pucey,” he said cheerfully, sliding an arm around the girls waist. “Hope we’re not interrupting.”

Pucey’s gaze flicked between them, his smile brittle. “Didn’t realize you were seeing anyone, Y/N.”

“Well, now you do,” she said, her tone firm. “And I’d appreciate it if you stopped…whatever this is you’ve been doing. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Fred tightened his grip on her waist, silently daring Pucey to argue.

Pucey’s eyes narrowed. “This is a joke, right? Weasley’s your boyfriend?”

Fred’s grin widened. “Don’t sound so surprised, mate. I’m a catch.”

Y/N bit back a laugh, but Pucey didn’t share her amusement. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“This isn’t over,” he said, glaring at the girl before storming out of the café.

Fred felt Y/N relax against him, and he looked down to find her smiling. “Well,” she said, “that went better than expected.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “Better? He looked ready to hex me.”

“He won’t,” she said confidently. “Not with all these witnesses.”

He chuckled, but his amusement faded as he realized their plan might not have worked as well as she thought. Pucey didn’t seem like the type to give up so easily.

Still, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the present. “Come on,” he said, tugging her toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before he changes his mind.”

Over the next few days, Fred and Y/N continued their charade. They held hands in public, exchanged exaggerated smiles and whispers, and even staged a kiss in front of the joke shop when they spotted Pucey lurking nearby.

But the more time Fred spent pretending to be Y/N’s boyfriend, the harder it became to separate pretense from reality.

He loved the way her face lit up when she laughed, the way she wrinkled her nose when she was thinking, the way she trusted him completely. He loved her, plain and simple.

And it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it.

One evening, after a particularly long day at the shop, Fred invited her up to the flat above the store for a drink. She accepted eagerly, collapsing onto the worn sofa with a sigh of relief.

“Long day?” Fred asked, handing her a glass of wine.

“Understatement,” she said, taking a sip. “Some bloke spilled ink all over a first edition of Fantastic Beasts. I nearly cried.”

Fred winced. “Tragic. Though I imagine you set him straight.”

“Oh, he won’t be making that mistake again,” she said with a wicked grin.

Fred laughed, settling beside her. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came with years of friendship.

After a moment, she turned to him, her expression serious. “Fred…thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Fred met her gaze, his heart pounding. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.”

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, Fred thought he saw something more than gratitude in her expression. But before he could say anything, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Fred,” she said, standing and heading for the door.

Fred watched her go, his cheek still tingling from her kiss. He knew he couldn’t keep pretending much longer.

It was time to tell Y/N how he really felt.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Fred didn’t sleep that night.

He lay on the worn sofa in the flat above the shop, staring at the ceiling as the minutes turned into hours. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Y/N—her eyes, her soft smile, the way she’d kissed his cheek before walking away.

He needed to tell her how he felt.

But what if it ruined everything? What if she didn’t feel the same way? They’d been friends for years—he couldn’t bear to lose her because he’d let his heart get ahead of him.

Still, the thought of watching her fall for someone else—watching her go back to her life once their fake relationship was over—was worse.

By the time the sun rose, Fred had made his decision.

Y/N, meanwhile, was having a morning of her own.

She’d been awake since dawn, pacing her small flat above Flourish and Blotts, replaying the past few days over and over in her head.

At first, the plan to fake-date Fred had seemed like a brilliant solution. Pucey had mostly backed off, and the sense of safety she felt around Fred was priceless.

But somewhere along the way, something had shifted.

Fred wasn’t just her funny, reckless best friend anymore. He was the man who held her hand like it meant something. The man who kissed her on the forehead when they were “pretending” for Pucey’s benefit, only to linger a moment longer than necessary. The man whose laugh made her stomach flutter in ways she couldn’t ignore.

The truth hit her like a Bludger to the chest.

She was falling for him.

Y/N groaned and buried her face in her hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Fred was just helping her out. He didn’t really want to be with her.

Did he?

That afternoon, Fred found Y/N at the bookshop.

She was kneeling behind the counter, sorting through a stack of new arrivals, and didn’t notice him at first. He took a moment to admire the way her hair fell in loose waves around her face, the way she bit her lip in concentration.

“Oi, Y/L/N,” he called, leaning casually against the counter.

Y/N looked up, startled, then smiled when she saw him. “Fred! What brings you here?”

Fred grinned. “Can’t a bloke visit his fake girlfriend without an ulterior motive?”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t falter. “I suppose. Though I doubt you’re here to browse rare books.”

“Caught me,” Fred admitted. He hesitated, suddenly nervous. “Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Her smile wavered. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Fred said quickly. “Just…come with me?”

Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued, and followed him out of the shop. Fred led her to a quiet corner of Diagon Alley, far from the bustling crowds.

Once they were alone, Fred turned to face her, his expression more serious than she’d ever seen it.

“Fred, you’re starting to worry me,” She said, her green eyes searching his face.

Fred took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking about us. About this whole…fake relationship thing.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “What about it?”

Fred ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I agreed to this because I wanted to help you. And I don’t regret it—not for a second. But…”

“But what?” She prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Fred met her gaze, his brown eyes earnest. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Y/N blinked, her mind racing. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend,” Fred said, stepping closer. “I want to be your real one. I’ve wanted that for ages, Y/N. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “Fred…”

“I know this might come as a shock,” Fred continued, his voice rushing now. “And I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way. But I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep pretending, not when—”

Y/N cut him off by pressing her lips to his.

Fred froze for a split second before kissing her back, his arms wrapping around her like she might vanish if he let go. The world seemed to fall away, leaving nothing but the two of them in that quiet corner of Diagon Alley.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed.

“I’ve been falling for you too, Fred,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Fred’s grin was so wide it could have rivaled the shop’s flashing neon signs. “Are you kidding? I’ve been in love with you since Hogwarts.”

She laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained. “Well, you took your time telling me.”

“Better late than never,” Fred said, pulling her close again.

Their relationship shifted after that, but in the best possible way.

Fred still made her laugh until her sides ached, still teased her mercilessly about her love of books and her habit of muttering to herself when she was nervous. But now there were stolen kisses in the stockroom, late-night cuddles on the sofa, and whispered promises of forever.

As for Pucey, he didn’t stand a chance.

The next time he approached her at the Leaky Cauldron, Fred was by her side, his arm draped possessively around her shoulders.

“Pucey,” Fred said cheerfully, his grin bordering on dangerous. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Pucey glared at him, then at Y/N. “So it’s true, then? You’re really with him?”

She smiled sweetly, leaning into Fred. “Yes, Adrian. I’m really with him. So if you’ll excuse us…”

Fred smirked as Y/N grabbed his hand and led him away, leaving Pucey fuming in their wake.

“That was brilliant,” Fred said once they were outside.

Y/N grinned up at him. “Well, I did have an excellent fake boyfriend to practice with.”

Fred laughed, spinning her around before kissing her soundly.

“You’re stuck with me now, Y/L/N,” he said when they broke apart.

“Good,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[awriterinthenight]

You Know Where to Find Me-Fred Weasley

requested: no

words: 5504

warnings: Draco, angst, fluff, LOTS of angst at the end (no comfort till part 2), uhhhhh lowkey don't remember what else

a/n this took me forever to write lol so sorry if the pacing is weird or its not that fluid, also legit wrote so much, the beginning is just a bit of like building out the character, but the ending is worth it

summary: Your a Slytherin favorite and Fred is Gryffindor's number 1 Slytherin hater, so why would you two ever date? If you did would it end in heartbreak?

War was relentless in tearing everything away from you, part by part. Your friends stopped talking to you out of fear, your family grew more distant, even strangers seemed to avoid you, and worst of all the one person you truly loved, you could no longer be with. A promise to never leave each other no matter what, seemed to be broken in these desperate times.

Everyone knew Fred hated Slytherins. He despised every single one, whether they were a first year or a seventh year, boy or girl, muggleborn or pureblood. Fred would rather willingly try out the first batch of a new product he invented, then associate with a Slytherin. Or, at least he would until he met you.

Just like all Slytherins he despised you too just for your house, which you had no control over. You still got caught in his pranks against your house, but none were ever targeted at you until Malfoy's group, since you chose to stay away from those idiots. Slytherin mostly got its bad reputation from people like Malfoy and his parents, but generally most Slytherins weren't like that, most just wanted to learn like all other students. Of course none of the Gryffindors ever saw it like that and chose to frame all Slytherins as evil incarnate. Fortunately Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, while still a bit wary about certain Slytherins, were way more accepting of people. You made friends with lots of Hufflepuffs like Cedric Diggory (before he passed) and were friends with a couple Ravenclaws, such as Luna Lovegood, since you shared in common how people judged you without really knowing you.

You did manage to make two unlikely friendships, which were more like acquaintances, but you still counted them, with two Gryffindors. When you were in your second year you had potions with Gryffindor, a deadly combination. One day a rather disgusting boy, Adrian Pucey, was harassing Alicia Spinnet, making fun of her hair and her look. You didn't discriminate between houses, unlike others, so when Snape wasn't looking you leaned over to Alicia trying to get her attention.

"What?" she spat out, "Do you want to have a go at me too?"

You couldn't blame her for being angry, talking to Pucey did that to anyone, "No, just put this is Pucey's cauldron when he's not looking," you said, sliding her a jar of something.

She picked up the jar examining it, "Why should I trust you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"If that's what it's like talking to him for 5 minutes, try dealing with him all day. I hate him even more than you do, and you look like you could use a little bit of revenge," you told her before adding, "You don't have to do it though, just thought you'd like the satisfaction of it."

Alicia seemed to consider it for a moment before deciding what to do, "Fine, but if I get caught I'm blaming you," she declared, opening the jar to take out the unnecessary ingredient.

You shrugged, "Fine by me, but trust me you won't get caught. Make sure to leave the jar on his workstation."

Alicia snuck in the ingredient when Pucey was too busy talking to his friends to notice anything. She made sure to also leave the jar by his cauldron as per your instruction, even though she didn't understand why. It only took a few minutes for the ingredient to take effect, when he started to stir his mixture. Within seconds his potion blew up in his face, mangling it a bit, especially his teeth.

Snape heard and saw the commotion and immediately strutted over to berate the boy, "And what did you add to make such a reaction happen?" he asked in his deliberately slow voice.

"I-I don't know," Adrian Pucey stammered, feeling ungodly fear from the lashing he would get from Snape.

Snape then picked up the jar, examining it just as Alicia did, "It seems you've added gillyweed, an unnecessary ingredient. Next time try to be more competent," he said, before turning away back to his desk.

It was safe to say you had humiliated the jerk and gotten Alicia the revenge she so deserved. You also unknowingly earned a rather weird friendship that day.

"Hey," a voice said next to you as you walked down the halls, "I owe you one after that," Alicia said, a smile on her face.

You shook your head, "Nah, it's all good. Nothing is better than the sweet sight of revenge," you told her, turning down the hallway, "I'll see you around though." From that day forward you waved to her in the hallways and sometimes helped her take revenge on people that bullied her.

The other friendship you made with a Gryffindor was even more unlikely than the first, and even more strange.

Being social wasn't the easiest as a Slytherin since most people feared talking to you. But sometimes things had to be done no matter how outside the box they were. You'd "accidentally" easily dropped a conversation between Malfoy and his friends talking about how they were planning to prank the youngest Weasley. Apparently she'd insulted Draco, and his fragile ego couldn't take it, so he had to get his so-called "justice". Some people would say you didn't have morals like a Slytherin, but your actions begged to differ. You were a girls girl and would never willingly let someone walk into a prank if you could stop it.

So now here you were approaching the youngest Weasley as she parted ways with her friends, "You're Ginny Weasley, right?" you asked, leaning against a wall.

She stopped in front of you, her arms crossed, "What's it to you, Slytherin?"

You were taken aback by her tone, but respected it all the same, "Lots of sarcasm for a first year, especially one I'm trying to help."

"Why would you help me?" she questioned, not used to Slytherins being helpful, or polite, or not trying to curse her.

"Because despite what people say I do believe I'm somewhat of a good person, and I just wanted to warn you."

Her expression changed a bit, the slightest bit of concern showing on her face, "Warn me about what?"

You pushed yourself off the wall before speaking, "Don't walk down the 2nd floor corridor to get to your next class. Take the long way, trust me," you told her, hoping she would put aside house rivalries for one moment.

"Why should I trust you? My brother's say never to trust Slytherins because they're sneaky and no good," she remarked, and you had to give her points for not blindly trusting you.

"Fair point, but I prefer the word cunning. Besides your brothers, are the two tall twins always getting in trouble, right?" you questioned, to which she nodded, "I don't take you as a girl to listen to what men say."

She was quiet, not having a response back, so you continued on, "Look walk down the corridor, don't walk down the corridor, I can't make you do anything. I'd just rather have my conscience clear."

"I thought Slytherins didn't have a conscience," she quipped.

You couldn't help but smirk at her sarcastic comment and fired back, "And I thought at least some Gryffindors weren't stubborn."

Ginny was quiet for a moment before speaking up, "Fine, but if anything happens to me I'm hexing you," she threatened, walking away taking the long way towards her class.

"I'd expect nothing less," you shouted back, walking to your own class.

When you walked into the Great Hall for dinner a person seemed to be walking next to you, but you didn't look to see who it was. After a few seconds of silence the person spoke.

"I didn't get pranked on my way to class," Ginny pointed out, her voice quieter.

"That's because that kid did," I said, pointing at the poor Ravenclaw that took Ginny's place. He was stained green all over from his hair, to his robes, to even his skin.

Ginny cringed at the sight of him, "Yikes, I guess, thanks," she said.

"No problem kid," you uttered, ruffling her hair making her laugh, "Unlike what your brothers may say, I do actually have morals, and a heart," you joked.

"Really?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face, "I thought there was just an empty space there," she remarked, a familiar grin on her face.

You let out a breathy laugh, "You wound me, kid. I'll see you around," you said, walking over to your respective tables.

As Ginny sat down at her table her brother started to question her, "What are you doing talking to a Slytherin? You know they're nasty people," Fred said, a look of disgust on his face.

Ginny just rolled her eyes, "Don't be so closed minded," she snapped back. Fred didn't like her associating with Slytherins as much as the rest of their siblings, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

You and Fred had never truly met until your sixth year at Hogwarts. Of course you knew who each other were with Fred being the biggest prankster and you being a well known Slytherin.

Somehow something in the world seemed to align and in almost all your shared classes, the two of you sat next to each other. Fred had very few classes due to his NEWTS, but the ones he had were all with you. Flitwick made a seating chart due to consequences of last year, making him split Fred and George up, so he sat Fred with someone he believed wouldn't cause trouble. McGonagall thought you'd be a good influence on him so that he could actually do work for once. Mad-Eye had to move Fred because he kept interrupting the lesson, so he put Fred next to the quietest person there, being you. Luckily you didn't sit next to him in History of Magic, but you did sit behind him, which granted you the ability to sleep in class.

Fred was not too happy about this though and spent the evening of his first day back complaining about it, "Now I'm stuck next to some filthy Slytherin all year. Its basically torture at this point. What the bloody hell does McGonagall even mean by 'she'll be a good influence on me' that's a load of rubbish," he complained, throwing himself onto the couch.

George rolled his eyes at his twin, "Stop being so dramatic, it's one year. Besides she's quiet you'll barely notice she's there," he said, not realizing how bad what he said was.

"Aren't you a charmer," Angelina quipped at George's horrible attempt at consoling a very dramatic Fred.

"Who even is she?" Alicia asked, sitting down next to Angelina.

Fred shrugged, "I don't know Y/n L/n or something like that. Why does it even matter all the same?"

Alicia seemed to shoot up at the name, "Y/n really? She's actually one of the few Slytherins I can tolerate to be honest," she confessed. Most of the people in their little group turned to her, surprised she would associate with a Slytherin.

"You're saying you willingly talk to a Slytherin without getting charmed or hexed?" George questioned, not believing her. The twins' distaste for Slytherins had grown worse over the years, only making them more spiteful towards them.

Alicia rolled her eyes at her friend's childish actions, "You know all Slytherins aren't horrible right. At least not her," she tried to reason.

Fred shook his head, "Betrayal, this is betrayal, it's treason of the highest degree," he joked, his loud voice travelling across the common room. He proceeded to fling himself onto the couch, draping himself over Lee, Angelina, and Alicia before they pushed him off. Alicia stood up with Angelina to head back to her dorm.

"Stop being so dramatic," Alicia said, throwing a pillow at him before turning to walk away, "She's a good person and it wouldn't kill you to get to know her."

Fred just scoffed, "I'd rather have boils than talk to a Slytherin," he remarked to himself. He did have to admit though, he never saw you be mean to people, but that didn't mean anything. You still probably ate first years for breakfast like all the other evil Slytherins and got a kick out of literally kicking people. But still somewhere in the back of his mind, something told him he just might be wrong.

Professor Flitwick was having all the sixth year students practice the charm aguamenti, which made water appear. Goblets were placed in front of each student to practice the charm in. So far a few had managed to do it, including you, but Fred seemed to be struggling. Usually he and George were amazing at Charms, but for some reason he just couldn't do this one.

"There's a swish at the end," Fred heard an unfamiliar voice say. He turned to look at you, confused as to why you'd help him.

"I don't need any advice from a nasty Slytherin like you," he said in disgust.

You were taken aback by what he said, but weren't going to take it, "And I don't need attitude from ungrateful Gryffindors. If you don't want to follow my advice then whatever just keep failing," you taunted back at him.

Fred was quiet after that, continuing to fail at completing the spell. He only got more and more frustrated as more people were successful in completing the spell, but he wasn't. On his 27th (yes he had been counting) attempt he finally gave into your advice and did the pattern you told him to do. To his begrudgement it actually worked and he managed to fill the goblet with water.

"I told you," you whispered, your tone playful and meant to tease him.

Fred crossed his arms, not looking at you, "I figured out myself, not because of you," he said through gritted teeth.

"You know you don't have to be so stubborn all the time, Weasley," you remarked, starting to pack up your stuff, "You can just say thank you."

"I don't need help from a Slytherin twat," he insulted, grabbing his bag and leaving the classroom annoyed, when the bell rang. Truthfully you had no malicious intent. You just liked getting to know people, especially someone who you would basically be seeing all day. Luckily for both of you that was your last class of the day and wouldn't have to see each other till tomorrow.

"'There's a swish at the end,'" Fred mocked, retelling the story of what happened in charms to his friends, "She's bloody annoying, can't mind her own business," he complained, acting dramatic for no reason (his friends came to this conclusion, but I as the writer also agree).

For the 30th time in the past two days Alicia rolled her eyes saying, "It sounds like she's just trying to help. Not all Slytherins are from the depths of hell," she defended.

"I dislike Slytherins just as much as you, but I can't even be on your side on this one. She does just seem like she was trying to help," George said, shocked that he would even think of defending a Slytherin.

The table kept on arguing until a small light voice spoke up, "Who are we talking about?" Luna asked, as she had just arrived at the Gryffindor table with Ginny, since she snuck there sometimes during dinner.

"Y/n L/n she's a Slytherin our year that Fred sits next to in like every class," George said, receiving a grumbled, "Unfortunately," from an annoyed Fred.

Luna perked up at the name, excited to add her two cents, "Oh, she's really sweet isn't she," she said, making almost everyone turn to her direction, "Sometimes she brings me back things from Hogsmeade. She's very nice to talk to also."

"You're friends with her?" Fred questioned, confused since while he only knew Luna as Ginny's friend, he was still shocked she knew you, "What do you even talk about?"

"We have a lot in common actually. She tells me about how she doesn't like people judging her because of her house, and making assumptions because of it. She has a dislike for people that do that actually. I'm quite surprised she'd talk to you in the first place. Although she lets me tell her about the Nargles," she told them, just saying whatever she thought of about you, "Anyone want a butterscotch? I have extra?" Most declined except for George who took multiple.

"See I told you wasn't as horrible as you say she is," Alicia pointed out, tired of being right.

Fred, still stubborn as ever, said, "Whatever, still a Slytherin." Truthfully he did feel a bit bad, but would never admit it. Of course he did understand how it felt to be misunderstood, considering his mom always just saw him and his brother as troublemakers, and never as smart as they really are. Still he couldn't be seen feeling pity or another of that sort for a Slytherin. But something in his mind did change and maybe he would try to be less irritable.

Class didn't start for another 10 minutes, but for once Fred was early to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You showed up a little bit after him, surprised to see him there. You took your seat, placing your materials down for class.

It took Fred a minute to speak up, but he finally got the courage, "You were right yesterday," he said, a bit reluctantly though.

"What?" you asked, confused since you thought he'd rather face a Boggart than talk to you.

"I was a dick yesterday. I'm sorry and you were right," he uttered, talking fast to get through his apology quicker.

You couldn't help but smile at his half-assed apology, but at least it was something, "You were," you replied, which shocked him a bit, but you continued, "But I'm willingly to put that behind, and maybe we could even be friends," you suggested.

Fred was baffled by your words, not used to Slytherins wanting to be friends, "Why would you want to be friends with me? I thought you didn't like people that judged you for being a Slytherin?"

You weren't sure where he heard that from even though it was true, but you shrugged, "No usually, but your sister is pretty nice, so why wouldn't you be? Plus I sit next to you in more than half my classes. It would be nice to have a friend, even though you don't befriend Slytherins, but it's at least worth a try.

Fred sat in thought for a moment before he said, "I'm not fond of Slytherins, but maybe I'll make a small exception I guess."

"Wow look at lucky old me. I'm Fred Weasley's exception when it comes to Slytherins, I'm honored," you teased, a smile appearing on your face and Fred's, "And I made him laugh. Maybe this won't be the worst thing ever.

"Maybe not," Fred said with a shrug. Every second he spent with you only made him somehow fonder of you. He didn't even realize it yet, but he was already enjoying having you around.

Fred rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow in both Lee and George's direction, "I do not fancy her," he shouted, annoyed by their antics. They'd spent the past half hour pointing out everything Fred did that showed his vivid crush on you. The more he got to know you the more time he spent with you, and the more he gravitated towards you. When he walked in the hallway with you sometimes he would swing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a bit closer. Recently he snuck you over to the Gryffindor table during meals just because he wanted you there. The craziest was how he even went to the library with you sometimes when you needed to do work or study. Yet he still denied his obvious crush on you.

"Ya sure you don't," Lee said, his voice full of sarcasm, "Because stepping foot in your least favorite place in Hogwarts and ditching our Hogsmeade trip to go with her, is totally your normal behavior."

Fred scoffed, "I just like spending time with her, what's so bad about that?" he questioned.

George shook his head in bewilderment, "I never thought I'd see the day more dear brother was in love, especially with a Slytherin," he exclaimed, shaking his brother's shoulders.

"Just because I fancy her doesn't mean I'm in love with her you git," Fred said, shoving a pillow in his brother's face, not realizing the mistake in his words.

But George and Lee did. George immediately shot up accusing him, "I knew it, I knew it. Lee owes me 10 galleons."

"I can't believe it only took us an hour," Lee said, happy to finally get Fred's confession out, "And remind me to stop making bets with you."

George shook his head, "Never, but now we have bigger problems. Freddy has a crush on a Slytherin, scandalous," he teased, ruffling his brother's hair.

Fred pushed his brother away from him, annoyed by him, "Shut it you git, and don't tell anyone."

"What, don't want your reputation ruined?" Lee teased. Him and George were having a field day with Fred's unusual crush.

"Yes, I don't want it ruined. I don't need the whole of Gryffindor after me," Fred mumbled, annoyed at his friends' constant teasing. He didn't mean to fall for you, but he couldn't help it. The more he got to know you the more he admired everything you did. For someone who hated Slytherin, the person he wanted to spend his time with most was you. He tried not to focus on you so much, but it only did him more harm. So many girls were after him, who he sometimes dated, but nothing lasted too long. Now he didn't even remember any of their names, for yours constantly plagued his mind.

George sighed, sitting up next to his brother as Lee leaned against the bed frame, "We won't tell anyone, we swear," George promised.

"But," Lee said, stating his condition, "Only if you promise to actually talk with her and make a move."

Fred sighed, "Fine, we have a deal."

"Oh and no promises we won't place bets on you," Lee added, scrounging through his galleons.

The air bone chills, leaving pin prickles of cold all over your body. It was only noon and it was still unexpectedly freezing cold. It was only September, but was cold enough that people were wearing coats, scarves, hats, and even gloves. Unfortunately for you, you neglected to check the weather before going out with Fred for the day. You wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but had no one to go with, and when you told Fred he quickly volunteered to go with you. So now you were walking down the countless shops trying not to shiver too much from the cold.

"Here," Fred said, handing you his sweater. Unlike you he actually dressed for the weather. He had on his sweater with a shirt underneath, his coat over top which he was wearing now, and he originally had his hat on, but you stole it earlier to tease him.

You took the sweater in your hands, as he shrugged his coat back on, "You sure you won't get cold?" You asked, even though he wasn't even cold to begin with.

Fred nodded his head, "You need it more than me take it. Besides I can't have you freezing to death, now can I?"

You put on the sweater, which was nowhere near your size. The sleeves hung well past your fingertips, making you have to push up the sleeves a little. The bottom of the sweater stopped about mid thigh, but still practically swallowed you whole.

Fred smiled, liking the way you looked. He easily could've just given you his coat and placed it over top of you, but he didn't want to do that. Something about you wearing his sweater with his initials on it made him feel all giddy inside. Truly he gave you his sweater because he was selfish. He wanted to see you in his clothes, especially his sweater that made it obvious it was his. It was the closest he got to you being his and everyone knowing it.

You twirled around a bit, a smile on your face, "How do I look?" you asked, unable to hide your laughter. It was much warmer with the sweater on. Maybe you should if Molly can knit you one this year.

"You look gorgeous as always," Fred complimented. He always told you how beautiful you were and how amazing you were, which made your cheeks flush. You had to convince yourself that he wasn't flirting with you and he was just complimenting people because that's something he probably does, right?

"Why don't we head to the Three Broomsticks? I really want a butterbeer," you suggested, trying to change the topic to avoid showing how flustered you were.

Fred agreed and grabbed your hand to drag you along. Even though it was freezing out your cheeks had turned bright red at his affections. You'd never thought you would fall for a Gryffindor considering how most saw you as the most vile person ever, except for a select few like Ginny Weasley. Yet here you were blushing and rendered speechless just by Fred's small actions. He really might just be the death of you.

"Why are you hanging out with Y/N so much?" Ginny asked the second Fred walked through the portrait hole.

"Keep your voice down," he scolded, as people turned their heads at the mention of one of Hogwarts most known Slytherins.

Ginny threw her hands up in defense, "I'm just asking why Gryffindor's biggest Slytherin hater is hanging out with a well known Slytherin from a well known Slytherin family," she said, adding emphasis to each house.

Fred shrugged, "She's... a friend, I guess," he said, sounding unconfident which was highly unusual, making Ginny suspicious.

"So should I tell mum to start knitting another sweater?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Shut it," was all Fred said, walking away from his pesky younger sister.

Ginny followed him further into the common room as he tried to escape, "Oh, so you already told her, I see," she continued teasing, "You know she doesn't have a date to the Yule Ball yet."

Fred stopped suddenly, making Ginny smirk at how she caught his attention, "And what are you insisting, my nosy little sister?"

"I'm insisting that you ask her to the Yule Ball, before someone who isn't a coward asks her," she voiced, since she's been the biggest shipper for her brother and you.

Fred was skeptical as to why his younger sister was so invested in his love life, "Why do you want me to ask her so badly?"

"Uh because she's cool," she said, making Fred confused as to why she thinks a Slytherin is cool. Truthfully Fred can't say anything about it though, since he was head over heels for her.

"Why do you think a Slytherin is cool?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Because I'm not a hater like you, and besides she's a good person, and would be an amazing sister in law."

"Fine, I'll ask her," he said with a sigh, before walking up the stairs to the boys dormitory.

It'd been weeks, almost a few months actually, since you first started dating. People found it odd that Gryffindors biggest Slytherin hater would be dating one of the most well known Slytherins, but their words meant nothing, you and him were both happy as could be.

Everything had been perfect as it could be. Fred was used to taking out the occasional girl or two, but he'd done nothing like this before. Almost every Hogsmeade trip was a date. Alongside Fred's spontaneous adventures through Hogwarts or the Forbidden Forest.

But what was best was the small details. He managed to remember every single one of your favorite things, from something as simple as your favorite color, to which of his jumpers were your favorite. It was very obviously the red one with the large "F" on it, that way everyone knew you were Fred's girl.

Even though you'd been together for months, that didn't stop the gossip and prejudice in both houses. Some Slytherins thought of you as a traitor, but really only the ones like Draco who cared about stuff like that. The Gryffindors were a bit wary around you, only the select few you knew were actually accepting, while most others just ignored you. Fred would be questioned by people from his house sometimes. Most were skeptical, thinking you just wanted to toy with him, then break his heart.

That was the rumor you hated the most.

Truly you were happy and he was happy. No matter how much people talked, or judged, it didn't matter. Everything was perfect and nothing could change that. Right?

"I can't follow you, Fred," you told him through tearful eyes. Everything had changed from two years ago when you started dating. The world was changing and it was pulling you to different ends. Dumbledore was dead, Hogwarts was no longer safe, and You Know Who was out and about, killing left and right. You never wanted this, you never wanted any of it, but sadly you don't get to choose your family.

"Yes you can," Fred argued, taking a step towards you, "You can leave them, you can join our side, I'll keep you safe. Please come with me, please," he begged, standing in the ally near his shop. Fred hadn't seen you since the attack at Hogwarts. He'd been writing letters, looking in the news for a picture of you or any news, watching the streets to see if you would walk by. It took him almost two weeks, but he found you. He could always find you anywhere.

You let out a huff, putting your head in your hands, "You don't get it," you sobbed quietly.

"What don't I get?" asked Fred, "We can get married, go into hiding together, or join The Order. Whatever you want to do. You can leave them behind, they're not good people. I'll do whatever you want if you just come with me," he declared, desperate for you to follow him, wherever you wanted he would go just for you.

"But I can't," you whispered, shaking your head, "I'm marked Fred," you told him, rolling up your sleeve to reveal your covered arm.

Fred stood there stunned, unable to think of what to say. His head was spinning with a million thoughts, but none he could vocalize. He never thought in any of his years you would have the dark mark.

You covered your arm again, letting a few tears fall, "Believe me, I didn't want it. Unfortunately my family are horrible, horrible people. I had no choice," you started to explain to a still frozen in shock Fred, "I don't agree with any of it, you know that. When I got home from graduating my parents held me in the house till I agreed. It was my only option."

Fred shook his head, finally able to speak, "Only option? You could've come to me, George, or anyone. We would've helped you. How could you?" he asked as if you were once again just the Slytherin he didn't know anything about.

"H-how could I?" you repeated, sick to your stomach by his words, "I had no choice, they made me," you cried.

"You would have resisted, or run away, or something. Just anything but that. The Y/N I knew never would've let them get near her with that," he said, making every part of you wish you could perish right then and there.

You were no longer just sad, but also angry. Angry that the person you dated for years, even fell in love with, would think of you like that, "What part of I didn't have a choice do you not understand? My options were either this or die, and at least with this I got to say goodbye," you yelled, fighting back tears. Fred was frozen at this point, unable to process what you told him, "But, if that's really how you want to see things, then fine. Maybe I'll see you again someday," you muttered, walking down the alley to escape the spot where your broken heart stayed.

It took Fred a moment, but he snapped out of his daze before you were fully gone, "W-wait," he shouted, running after you, but you cut him off before he could speak.

"If you ever want to speak with me again, you know where to find me," you said softly, then disappeared into the shadows of Diagon Alley.

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Mattheo Riddle - jealous

Warnings: angst, fluff?

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo are best friends and he can’t hold in his feelings anymore when Y/N spills the beans about a guy who asked her out.

Mattheo is my best friend. We’re together twenty-four seven. I can’t even date because that means spending time away from Matt, and he’ll get moody. We’re currently in his dorm room and it’s now that I should probably tell him about what happened this afternoon. I’m a bit frightened. I know how he’s going to react. He’s going to shut down on me and he’s going to act all weird and then act like nothing ever happened. He’s talking to me about what happened earlier in Potions when I suddenly interrupt, “Matt.”

He lifts his head from my lap with furrowed brows. “Yes?” He asks. “Promise you won’t be mad when I tell you this.” I avoids his questioning gaze, fiddling with my fingers. He notices and forces my hands onto his hair. I play with his curls when he says, “I can’t promise you that. Just spit it out, Y/n.” He grumbles.

“Matt.” I whine. He lets out a sigh, “I’m not making empty promises. Now just say it.”

I roll my eyes, “So, you know Adrian right?”

“Pucey?”

“Yeah…” I bite the inner corner of my mouth, nervously. I’m so afraid he’s going to lash out. Matt is everything to me and I can’t imagine losing him. “Well, he— ugh, he asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade on Saturday.” I feel him tense and inwardly curse at myself. I shouldn’t have told him. “Did you accept his offer?” He asks, but his voice is cold and distant.

I’m hesitant, but I manage to form a nod. “Yes.” He scoffs, sitting up. “Well, you two have fun.”

“Matt, please don’t be like this. I can’t be single forever.” I cup his cheek, but he turns away from me, letting my hand fall from his face and to his bed. He shrugs, “Like what? I’m fine.” I scoff, “Seriously? You do this every time? Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Get out of my room.” His voice is calm, but I can tell he’s far from calm by the way he’s clenching his fists. “Mattheo, you’ve got to get over this thing you’ve got going on! You’ll always be my best friend, I promise you that. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I’d understand if you were upset because Pucey isn’t a great guy, but you do this for every single guy!”

Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe I’m not. I just want Mattheo to talk to me, to help me understand. “How blind can you be?” He mutters. His voice barely above a whisper and I wouldn’t have heard him, had I not been awaiting a response from him. “Matt,” I say softer this time, placing my hand on his bare shoulder. “Talk to me.”

He reaches up and tangles our fingers together, making me sigh in relief. In all honesty, I wish it’d been Mattheo to ask me to Hogsmeade. I had been pining after him since I was a little girl, but decided enough was enough my sixth year. He never showed me any interest like that and the rumours of him sneaking girls in and out of his room didn’t help either.

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut as if it tortures him. “Please, I beg you, just open up to me. Tell me what’s making you upset. Is it Pucey? Is it because you’re scared I’m going to replace you? What is it?”

He shakes his head, making me even more curious. What is he hiding? What secret is he, so desperately, trying to protect? “Mattheo, look at me.” I say, sternly. I want to wash away his pain and make it my own when he looks over at me. I furrow my brows. What is it that’s making him like this? “Y/N,” his tone is pleasing with me not to force him to tell me.

He shuts his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” All I can focus is on those words. He’s in love with me? I can’t…what? “No, you’re not.” I chuckle, a habit I have when I’m nervous. “Mattheo, quit joking around like that. I can’t take it.” I frown, shaking my head. “I’m not joking around, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” This time, he’s looking me straight in the eyes and I can’t deny the fact that he seems to be telling the truth. But my mind can’t wrap around the concept.

My best friend, Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, cannot be in love with me. He’s charming, sexy, witty. He’s got to have some other gorgeous girls wrapped around his finger, ready for him. Not me. “You’re lying. I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you. Don’t tell me what I am and not doing, y’know I hate that.” He cups my cheek. “Tell me you feel the way, baby, please. I can’t take this aching pain anymore. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve tried, for years, to not ruin our friendship with my feelings, but they’ve just grown stronger. I can’t stand to hear you talk about other guys.”

“But…what about Daphne? Or Pansy? Or—“

“What the hell are you talking about?” He cuts me off. Rudely, at that. “The girls you’ve slept with.”

He’s taken aback when he hears the words fly out my mouth. “I’ve never touched another girl, except for you.” He shakes his head with a scoff. “I would never do that to you.”

“I’m in love with you, too, Mattheo.” The words that have been lodged in the back of my throat for ages are finally relieved to escape. “Do you, really?”

“Yes.” I smile. His lips form a sly grin, “you’re not joking with me, are you?”

“Why, I never.” I place a hand on my chest, feigning shock. He rolls his eyes. Before I can process anything, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he forces his lips onto mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He groans into my mouth.

“I love you.”

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Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

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Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

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Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

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Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

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Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

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Superstore

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Jess Mariano

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Gale Hawthorn

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Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

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Emily Fields

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Will Probably Add More

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Pansy Parkinson

Character Sheet

Name: Pansy Parkinson

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Actress: Marianne Caron (Fancast)

Canon or Original?: Canon Character

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Best Friend: Blaise Zabini

Close Friends: Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Theodore Nott, and Lorenzo Berkshire.

Friends: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle.

Friendly, But Not Friends: Adrian Pucey, Lucian Bole, Ernie Macmillan.

Neutral: Aura Silverthorn, Michael Corner, Rowan Silverthorn.

Don't Like: Cedric Diggory, Lucas Blackwell, Anthony Bitterwood, Padma Patil, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnegan, Oliver Wood, Pavarti Patil, Everett Goldhorn.

Enemies: Susan Bones, Cho Chang, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred & George Weasley.

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Nationality: British

Ethnicity: English/Irish

Blood Type: Pure-blood

Family: Parkinson Family

Height: 5'2 (Headcanon)

Species: Human

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Wand: Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches (Headcanon)

Patronus: Piebald Mare (Headcanon)

Willing To Do:

🧡Angst/Fluff/Comfort: Yes

💚Mild Spice: Yes

💛Full Blown Smut: No

🩷Yandere/Noncon/Dark Themes: Yes

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Headcannons:

Theodore Nott- Headcannons pt.1, Headcannons pt.2

Mattheo Riddle- Headcannons

Tom Riddle- Headcannons

Blaise Zabini- Headcannons

Draco Malfoy- Headcannons

Ron Weasley- Headcannons

Lorenzo Berkshire- Headcannons

Adrian Pucey- Headcannons

Drabbles:

Theodore Nott- Kisses

Mattheo Riddle- Image 18+, Double life

Tom Riddle- Professor 18+

Draco Malfoy- Lost game 18+

Lorenzo Berkshire- Late night dance after the ball

Oneshot

Draco Malfoy- Embarrassment

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This Is How You Destroy Me

This Is How You Destroy Me https://ift.tt/fDPzMpX by emeraldsinthedark Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, and Pansy Parkinson are forcibly paired under a reenacted marriage law, designed to combat the wizarding world’s plummeting population. Matches must consummate their unions within a year or face reassignment. Furious at the injustice, Hermione agrees to marry Draco Malfoy, as a calculated act of rebellion, determined to expose the law’s cruelty from within. Draco, under his mother’s pressure, sees the marriage as a means to an end, a way to restore the Malfoy name and manipulate public favour by aligning with the war’s golden girl. Ron and Pansy, unexpectedly matched and left behind, are forced into uneasy coexistence, watching the people they care for most choose strategy over sentiment. Intentions don’t stay hidden forever. With every bitter word, every stone thrown, and every unspoken truth, each couple finds themselves inching closer to the edge, until love, loyalty, and defiance bleed into something more dangerous. This is not how you fall in love. This is how you destroy me. Words: 7111, Chapters: 2/27, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Hannah Abbott, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, Dean Thomas, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Adrian Pucey, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Penelope Clearwater Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Theodore Nott, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, marriage law, Forced Bonding, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, POV Multiple, POV Hermione Granger, POV Pansy Parkinson, POV Ron Weasley, POV Draco Malfoy, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Lovers, HEA, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Unbearable Sexual Tension, Mutual Loathing, Mutual Masturbation, Fluff and Angst, Angst, everyone is bad at feelings, Stubborn Hermione Granger, Banter, lusting, Political Gain via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/xF0irAD April 20, 2025 at 08:53PM

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The Perfect Match - fluff, childhood friends to lovers

Despite your father dying at the age of 18, your mother still raised you as a Black. And to assist your status as a Pureblood, she arranged a betrothal contract between you and the young Pucey heir. Good thing you and Adrian turned out to be the perfect match

Enchanted to Meet You - secret pining, love at first sight, secret bloodlines

Your brother and you were separated after that fateful Halloween, but you both knew each other and kept in contact under Dumbledore’s nose. Fourth year comes around and Beauxbatons attends Hogwarts. Time to see your beloved brother and manage to catch the eyes of a certain dark eyed Slytherin. It was spark at first sight.

Meet You at the Graveyard - angst, fluff, reunion

It’s been far too long since your tragic deaths at the hands of the Spring Court alongside your mother and younger sister. You linger on the other side watching Rhys’s accomplishments, tragedies and his greatest stories. When war comes and Rhys sacrifices himself, he wasn’t expecting to see someone by his side before he is saved by the other high lords.

(Rhys dies and you greet your brother, telling him how proud of him you are and how you want him to live)

We Could Have Been Great - Angst, pining, trauma, family conflict

The bond between you and Eris snapped around the time he was engaged to Mor. You both tried to avoid each other due to Beron being a threat to you and Azriel would create conflict if he were to discover. It hurt you both but it had to be done.Too bad it ended before it could begin.

[zugzwang-ship]

Hey, Princess (20642 words) by Madzola

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Lily Luna Potter, Theodore Nott, Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Muggle, Motorcycles, Tattoos, Flirting, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub Undertones, Fluff and Smut, Love at First Sight, Draco Malfoy is Good at Sex, Meet-Cute, Praise Kink, POV Hermione Granger, Adults

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19th of 2025

Don’t Hex the Messenger by artgirl

Complete

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 37

Word Count: 128,364

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson/Theodore Nott, Astoria Greengrass/Adrian Pucey, Daphne Greengrass/Blaise Zabini

Tags: HEA, Character Death, Ron Weasley Dies, Blood and Injury, Gore, Forced Marriage, marriage law, PTSD, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexually Experienced Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy has a Large Cock, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue |EWE, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Post-War, Hermione Granger has Issues, Draco Malfoy has Issues, Draco Malfoy needs a hug, Hermione Granger needs a hug, POV Fred Weasley, Imprisonment, Panic Attacks, Percy Weasley Bashing, Good Parent Narcissa Black Malfoy, Stalking, Self-Harm, Past Torture, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, AU-Canon Divergence, AU-Arranged Marriage, Fluff and Angst, Inappropriate Use of the Malfoy Signet Ring, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Spanking, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Attempted Murder, Wrongful Imprisonment, Theo Nott falls in love with the cinema, Pansy Parkinson gets shit done, Therapist Friend Blaise Zabini

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When Ron dies during the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry blames Hermione for his death. Filled with grief and desperate for peace Hermione flees to the Muggle World to live in exile. Four years later, the last person she ever wanted to see again from the Wizarding World walks into her bookshop: Draco Malfoy. Due to the dwindling birth rates in the Magical World the Ministry has implemented a Marriage Law and to their absolute horror they've been matched. Though the motives for their match from the powers that be seems more like it was meant to punish the pair than to contribute to the Wizarding World. Together, they find healing and comfort from their painful past as they try to move forward and realize that sometimes the best revenge is a happy life.

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Hello!’, can I request Theodore nott, fluff and prompt 8 and 16! Please and thank you <3

8.Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.” 

16.He doesn’t even deserve to be breathing the same air you are.

“Do you wanna tell your guard dog to stand down?” You didn’t even lift your head up from your notes, “What are you talking about, Adrian.” He tapped his fingers on the desk, beckoning you to pay attention to him, “I’m talking about Nott over there, he’s been glaring at us all class.” You looked up from your parchment, glancing across the room. For once in his life, Adrian Pucey was correct. Theo was glaring in your general direction, but he wasn’t looking at both of you, he was only looking at Adrian. “Seems like it’s only you he’s glaring at,” you turned back to your notes. Pucey groaned in annoyance, “Can’t you tell him to stop, write him a note or something, I can’t focus when I feel like he’s plotting my death.” “Nope,” you popped your lips.

After class you grabbed hold of Theo’s elbow, dragging him to an empty corridor ignoring his protests along the way. “What the hell is your problem? You know I’m partnered with Pucey in potions by force. You don’t have to death stare us.” Theo crossed his arms in annoyance, “He doesn’t even deserve to be breathing the same air you are.” While you couldn’t argue with him, the arrangement wasn’t really your choice. You mirrored Theo, crossing your arms as well and staring at him. His expression softened, eyes meeting yours with a glint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

He looked at you like that a lot now that you thought of it. In the common room, after a quidditch game, at parties when he’s had one to many. “Why do you always look at me like that?” Theo blinked a few times, trying to change his expression, “Like what?” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, “LIke you…want me or something. You do it a lot. You got a crush on me, Nott?” You were only teasing, but the pink tint to his cheeks and his awkward silence gave you your answer. “Oh, Theo, really? H-how…for how long?” He shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno...like, year three." You slapped his arm, "Theodore! We're in year six!" He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, "Better late than never, yeh?"