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[loverboybrightsideghost]

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[lupinsx]

Stay With Me

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Request: hi!! i really loved your first fic!!😙 i was wondering if you could write one where the reader is a slytherin, and she’s like pretty good friends with draco. she gets an owl one day with some bad news about her family (you can decide what lmao) and she acts like she’s ok at first but she leaves the great hall rly early while draco watches and he goes to help. you can choose how it ends hehe

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Draco are the best of friends. When Y/N hears news that will change her life, it’s up to him to help save her from her grief.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of death (nothing graphic though).

a/n — Thank you for requesting! I hope I did justice to this prompt lol.

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For a moment, everything was nice.

It was late in the evening, and the Slytherin common room would be deserted if it wasn’t for you and Draco occupying the space. He sat lazily on the mossy coloured couch while you sat next to him horizontally with your legs draped over his lap, your back leaned against the armrest. The closeness between you two was almost second nature, being too overdone for it to be given another thought.

It was comfortable, that’s all. Just normal behaviour between friends.

Or at least, that’s what you say to yourself.

“And that damn bludger almost knocked my head off near the end! It was a miracle I managed to duck on time,” Draco beamed, using hand gestures as he spoke to walk you through the events. Earlier that day, Slytherin won a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, and Draco couldn’t be more ecstatic. You nodded your head in agreement as you kept your head low, focusing on the essay on your lap which needed to be completed.

With a boastful smile stretched across his face, he continued, “It was an amazing catch! The Ravenclaw seeker got close to the snitch, but I was clearly faster.”

It was silent for a moment as Draco waited for a response. You were too engrossed in the Transfiguration assignment in front of you that you almost forgot he was there, but a hand waved in front of your face brought you back to reality. Putting away the parchment with a sheepish grin, you turned your attention towards him.

“Sorry, I was finishing up my paragraph. But yes, you were amazing out there. I watched the whole thing, remember?”

His face reddened slightly at your praise, but you failed to notice under the dim candlelit lighting. Suddenly, a realization hit you; Christmas break would be approaching very soon. The mere thought warmed you like a nearby fire, and you found yourself getting giddy at the thought.

“Draco! Christmas break is in one more week. Can you believe it?” you asked, eyes wide in excitement like a child receiving candy. He nodded vaguely, unable to show much happiness at the matter.

You found immense joy at the idea of Christmas. While your half-blood and pureblood parents are comparable to a nasty old Grinch, your muggle grandmother makes the holidays entirely bearable. She frequently bakes with you, blasts old Christmas tunes whenever your parents are away, and puts on heartwarming films to enjoy together every night and morning.

These little traditions are practically the only reason you enjoy coming home. Your parents are strong upholders of the snotty rich family stereotype most Slytherins seem to bear, but having someone at your house who loves you for you and not your possible potential makes you extremely grateful.

Unfortunately, your best friend didn’t have that same luck. Draco’s parents are to a similar degree of cruelty as yours, but the lack of comforting adult figures at his house makes him loathe coming home for the break more so than you would.

It was only the prospect of seeing you after it what made him survive throughout the holiday season.

Frowning at his sudden quietness, you grabbed his hand and gave it a small squeeze. Your lips stretched into a comforting smile, not knowing what else to say to ease his mind.

He gave you a reassuring glance in response, and all was quiet for a moment. Merely the delicate crackle coming from the fireplace was heard as you unknowingly kept his hand in yours. After a minute’s time, you pulled your arm back and swung your legs off his lap.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” you said, dragging him up by his arm. He chuckled at your slight manhandling of him as you picked up your essay and waved goodbye to him. You then headed to the girls dormitory, while he went the opposite way.

That night, memories of candy canes, gingerbread houses, and the Home Alone series occupied your thoughts, leaving you in a blissful dreamland for the remainder of the night.

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The next morning, you found yourself being awoken by the loud shuffling of feet outside your door. Judging by the streams of light pouring through your drapes, you knew it was time to get up.

Your morning routine didn’t take longer than 15 minutes. Once you deemed yourself ready for the day, you headed to the common room, only to see Draco leaning boredly against the portrait hole. Upon seeing you, amusement flickered briefly in his eyes.

“Race you to the Great Hall,” he spoke quickly, breaking out into a sprint before you could even respond. With a small groan and a grin threatening to spread across your mouth, you ran after the platinum haired boy.

Typical Draco, you thought. When will I ever catch a break.

Although his long legs and early exit gave him a lengthy advantage, you managed to catch up to him considerably fast, and you two crashed into the Slytherin table at nearly same time. An airy chuckle escaped his lips as you panted heavily, taking a seat as well as a large gulp of water. The pair quickly received eyes on them for their abrupt entry, but all stares were disregarded upon the sight of food in front of you.

You licked your lips in delight and swiftly reached for the French toast, ignoring the loud entrance of owls delivering the morning mail. You almost didn’t notice one approach your table, and certainly not when it swooped next to your head, but a small tap on your shoulder redirected your attention to the letter laid in front of you.

Curiously enough, you weren’t even expecting any mail.

“Who’s it from?” asked Draco nonchalantly as he scarfed down his scrambled eggs. You shrugged your shoulders and picked up the letter, impatiently unwrapping it without paying mind to front cover.

Dear Y/N L/N,

I hope you’re currently studying for exams or completing your coursework. Remember, I expect nothing less than Outstandings in every class.

Of course. Typical of mom to start off a letter addressing grades. No ‘Hello my daughter’ or anything.

I’m sending this letter to tell you that your grandmother has passed away. It was inevitable, really. She was getting quite old. But the burial was last Wednesday, so that’s done and over with. Our annual Christmas and New Year’s parties will resume as normal, so don’t you worry. Anyways, resume your studying.

Yours Truly,

Mrs L/N

Grandma… is dead?

Your knuckles gripped tightly onto the paper, your eyes skimming through it again and again to confirm you read it accurately. Eventually, the tears developing prevented you from seeing it clearly, and you simply crumpled up the letter and shoved it in your robe’s pocket.

You were alone now. All alone.

It took a minute for you to digest the information. You sat silently, making no effort to pick up your fork or look up from your lap. You couldn’t believe she was really gone from your life. It seemed like it was almost yesterday when you two were belting out Jingle Bells while icing sugar cookies.

And now, she was gone, just like that.

Standing up from your spot, you looked up to the ceiling to quickly diminish the water in your eyes. Once relatively dried, you faced Draco, who stared up at you with concern lacing his features. He was no longer focused on the meal in front of him, nor the conversations going on around him.

Forcing a small smile on your face, you croaked, “I’m feeling a little full. Just going to get some fresh air.” Without letting him reply, you rushed out of the Great Hall. Your jaw was clenched to prevent you from sobbing immediately as you ran out the doors and towards the Black Lake.

Soon, you found the spot under a tree which you had always claimed to be your own. It had the perfect view of the lake in front, so you often came here to de-stress, study, or simply hang out with Draco. Today, however, it was used as your crying corner, away from the eyes of your peers and noise of people chatting nearby. It was secluded.

And perhaps, that level of isolation was exactly what you needed to break down.

So, you cried. And cried. You sobbed louder than a newborn baby, and produced more tears within a minute than you have done within a year. You were grieving for the only adult figure in your life you ever found solace in.

What felt like hours of misery turned out to be mere minutes, which was soon interrupted by a figure dropping down next to you and pulling you to their chest. Although the puffiness of your eyelids and tears pooling above it blocked your vision, the smell of cedar wood and vanilla made you well aware of Draco’s presence. He cradled your upper body as you cried into his chest, gripping onto his shirt in tight fists.

“Draco, s-she — my grandma, she’s g-gone,” you hiccuped between your words. He didn’t respond, simply brushing the hair from your face and rubbing your back while trying to hush your cries.

It took a long while, but eventually, the tears had ceased and the whimpers were quiet and minimal. You simply took in Draco’s scent as he protectively held you. Upon noticing your silence, he finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve this.”

You released a pathetic chuckle, eyes looking empty as you dismiss the last part. “But it still happened. And now, I’m all alone.”

Immediately, Draco pulled you from his chest, keeping you in his arms but now facing him. He stared into your eyes with an unreadable expression and carefully remarked, “You are not alone. I’m here for you. Always.”

His response left you with a small grin tugging on your lips. You felt grateful to have a friend like him in your life, putting up with you no matter the circumstance. But as quickly as the thought came, it was replaced with the looming reality of what’s to come next week. You would have to come home for Christmas and endure constant neglect and judgement from your parents. Fear washed over your face in an instant as your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Noticing the change of expression, he moved his hand to your jaw to hold the side of your face. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter now love?”

“I’m gonna have to come home for Christmas,” you spoke with quivering lips and a shaky tone. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more, but Draco caught each one and wiped them from your cheek with delicate strokes of his finger.

“No, Y/N, you won’t. Not this year, at least. You can come with me to my house, or I can stay with you at Hogwarts. Either way, I am not leaving you alone.”

“Y-you’ll stay with me?” you asked tentatively. You and him both knew how much you needed him at a time like this, but his understanding without your spoken words left you feeling a certain type of admiration for the boy.

Just as you did yesterday, Draco squeezed your hand in a reassuring manner before mumbling, “Of course I will.”

He then left a gentle kiss on your forehead, spreading warmth to every corner of your body. “I promise, Y/N. I won’t leave you. Not now, not later, not ever. I will always stick by your side.”

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a/n — I had lots of fun writing this, despite it currently being an ungodly hour. Thank you again for requesting and let me know what you think!

[hold-my-hand-kuroo]

A Bouquet For You || 02 - Carnation

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The next morning is exactly what you feared. You wake up late, missing the three alarms that you had set for yourself, and after some deliberation, you decide to go without breakfast. Not your best idea, but between being late on your first day or a hearty meal, you’d choose the former any day. First impressions were important.

“Are you sure you’re not going to eat?” Kenma asks, watching you fumble around with your shoes at the doorway. “Or actually, where are you even going this early?”

“Work. First day,” you say hurriedly. Turning the doorknob, you turn back to give him a quick wave or something similar to it. “See you. I’ll be back later tonight.”

“B-bye?” he responds like a question. After all, Kenma still doesn’t understand why you’re conversing with him like a real person. The feeling of living with someone after so long feels foreign, and he’s continuously caught by surprise with your behavior. Even a rush, you still poured a glass of milk for him, forgetting that spirits don’t need calcium for strong bones. He drank it nonetheless, being very confused.

Work is exactly what you had imagined it to be. Hell. Within your very first hour, you’re bombarded with new tasks and papers. “Experience is key,” your supervisor had said, but between the directions being fired at you and more coworkers just giving you endless stacks of files, you quickly are at a loss for what to do. Between flipping through the manual and managing your work properly, you find yourself already utterly exhausted by lunch break.

Lunch break. That was your next problem. Nobody wanted to involve themselves with the new, troublesome rookie, leaving you to eat on your own, albeit quickly, because you wanted to get things done.

“D-do you mind if I sit here with you?” a small, shaky voice stammers. You look up from scrolling through your phone to see a short, blonde woman. She grips tightly at her lunch bag, eyes quivering. “You don’t have to let me, though! I don’t want to be too pushy!”

“I don’t mind!” you answer kindly, offering the chair next to you. You watch as the woman of nerves shakily takes the spot. “Actually, thanks for offering. I was worried that I was going to have a hard time getting along with other people.”

“It’s always hard on the first day. I’ve been here for a few months, and it’s still really difficult for me!” she agrees. She seems more relaxed, shoulders going down slightly. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman opens her lunch before jolting upright. “I’m sorry! I never introduced myself. I’m Yachi Hitoka!”

You vaguely remember her name, and you realize that it’s the person whose desk is right next to you. You’re embarrassed, to say the least, realizing that you barely made sufficient introductions to the people around you. Offering your own name in turn and apologizing profusely, the two of you get along better than expected. As it turns out, Yachi, though having only been at the company for less than half a year, was a designer genius. Often tasked to be the leader of poster projects, your coworker who seemed only to be made out of nerves was a master at what she did. You hoped to be like her one day.

“It’s a little rough at first,” she admits, wiping stray crumbs off the table, “but you’ll be fine. To be honest, I saw some of the samples you sent in with your resume. Just a peek though! Your pattern-designing is really interesting and pretty, so I think they’ll be useful in the future. If you need any help…you know…feel free to ask me.”

After lunch, you feel like a new person. You’re not sure if it’s just getting food in your system, or Yachi’s genuine optimism and show of support, but you’re determined to work harder. After getting chewed out by your supervisor for making multitudes of errors in the files, you’re back at rock bottom again. Expected.

Walking out of the office building, you trudge your way back home, squeezing your way through the mob of people all rushing to get back home at the station. Taking the train was economical on your part, but a massive hellish experience. You always took notice to stay near the doors, but eventually, people would just push you toward the middle, and you’d be stuck there. Pushing your way back out was a million times worse, as you never felt good about shoving other passengers, even if their actions warranted it.

From there, you carefully follow your GPS back to your apartment complex on foot. You didn’t exactly know yet the area that well, so you were careful to not get lost. As you’re walking, you stop and notice the little florist shop and its display of pink and red flowers. They’re small, and the way the setting sun hits the freshly watered petals, reflecting glimmers of light, fascinates you. Walking closer toward the shop, you lean down and admire the delicate beauty in awe.

“Sorry, but that’s just display. We’re currently out of carnations,” a familiar deep voice informs, followed by the closing and locking of the door. You look up to the source and let out an audible gasp. “Oh, hey. It’s you.”

“So that’s what you meant last night by cutting and dying,” you muse, looking at your neighbor and the daffodils he has in hand. “And here I thought you were some kind of gang leader.”

“I suppose what I said taken out of context sounds pretty bad,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He looks down at his bouquet and motions them toward you. “I was gonna give you this when I got back, but I guess it doesn’t matter now. Here. Congratulations on moving in, Neighbor.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, graciously accepting the house-warming gift. “Although, it’d be better if I could get a name to thank. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Shit, did I never mention a name?” he murmurs, tsking. You almost laugh again. Poor introductions seemed to be a pattern, and you were one of the worst offenders. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou. I’m, as you can see, the owner of this shop. Some people call me a florist, but I’m really a plant magician.”

“I’m sure you are,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “Did you just get off from work?”

“Yup. This shop closes every day at 7 PM. Won’t be catching me doing overtime.”

“What about last night?”

“Except when I forget things, which usually doesn’t happen,” Kuroo clarifies with a smirk. He glances at your offense attire and raises a brow. “First day not so good, huh? Are you going home? I’d be willing to lend an ear if you’d like.”

“How kind of you,” you sigh, then nod tiredly. “It’s my second day here, and I already have a therapist. Lovely.”

“It’s good to complain a little from time to time.”

Following the florist, you hum a little in contemplation. Then, taking a deep breath, you being to talk about how terrible your day was and how you’ve been yelled at more times today than ever in your life and that reading the manual over and over again actually didn’t help, but none of the senior workers were very approachable. To be honest, you felt a little bit silly, opening up so quickly to a stranger, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. In fact, you don’t even notice when you’re right in front of the door to your apartment room until you hear the jingling of Kuroo’s own keys.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” you murmur, embarrassed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. “I didn’t mean to rant-“

“But you look so much better after letting a little bit of steam off,” Kuroo interrupts, flashing you an insanely bright smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Since we’re neighbors that share the same route home, let’s just be friends, yeah?”

“Y-yeah?” you say like a question. “I mean, yeah. Sounds good.”

“Then, see you around, or maybe tomorrow, Y/N,” the florist concludes, unlocking the door to his room, already halfway in. “Hope tomorrow goes better for you.”

“Thanks,” you reply, giving him a wave before stepping into your own home. Setting your shoes aside, you quickly wonder what to do with the flowers. It’s not like you had a vase ready, so you take an empty water bottle out from the recycling instead. Carefully setting the yellow buds into the container, you leave it at the center of the table, deciding that the centerpiece brought a little life into your apartment.

“Hey,” you hear Kenma murmur, walking out of your room with console in hand. You then remember that you really did more life in your apartment. “Nice flowers.”

“You’re not even looking at them,” you chuckle and roll your eyes. “The neighbor gave them to me. Do you like them?”

“They’re fine.”

You laugh again at his aloof attitude and try to throw away the parchment paper that was used to wrap the bouquet. It’s until then that you notice a small note flutter down onto the floor. You bend over and pick it up, wondering if it’s a price tag or something of the sort.

“Hey, it’s Kuroo. You probably already knew that lol. Anyways, I hope u like daffodils. Keep them away from direct heat, and they should live for a while. Since we both seem to be like night owls, feel free to cure my of my boredom. XXX-XXX-XXXX”

“Why are you smiling in the middle of the kitchen?” Kenma asks, brow raised, and in hindsight, you must have looked dumb. If a ghost thought you were creepy, the look you had on must have been just terrible.

“Nothing,” you say quickly and scramble to set the note aside. You know he doesn’t buy it, but you don’t care or want to elaborate on how the florist next door’s kindness made you feel unusually warm. Surprisingly, finding your first friend in a new area was much more relieving that you had expected it to be, especially when your new friend seemed so open and lived close by. “It’s just a note on how to take care of the daffodils.”

“Oh.” There’s a brief silence, and you brush it off as him going back to his game. “I guess that’s fitting since they mean new beginnings or something like that.”

Now that was odd coming from a ghost who couldn’t even remember why he was still here.

“How do you know that?” You watch as he comes to a realization too, eyes widening ever so slightly out of sheer surprise. HIs reaction reassures you that he isn’t lying to you about the amnesia, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m not sure.” He’s frowning, seeming to rack his mind for any clue, anything at all to remind him of where his knowledge came from and why he couldn’t move on. It’s all fruitless in the end. “I…really don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a small smile. “It doesn’t matter that much anyway. I don’t mind cooking another portion, especially when you eat so little. Or maybe I eat a lot- Well, whatever.”

From the couch, Kenma nods and sinks into the cushions. Still, he wants to know why out of everything he could have remembered, why were they the flowers. In his current state, he can’t imagine himself as a flower buff in the past; hell, he doesn’t remember being the sun, but every morning when it rises, he feels like he’d hate to be in it, so if he can’t stand the outdoors now, he probably couldn’t either in the past. He thinks hard and long, but when you call him and tell him that’s dinner’s ready, all he can do is give up and go listen about your day.

It’s all so strange, he thinks.

[weasleyimaginewheezes]

George x reader / Hate to Love you

Request 1: hello fellow twin lover.. I don't know if your taking in request but i would love it if you would write a George x reader story. Manybe start off with a bit angst but later on too a little bit smut and whole lot of fluff... (From @wizards-magic-and-witches)

Request 2: Hello! How are you doing? I see you are having fun at Tour! Im so jealous! It must be a great experience! I was wondering if I could ask for having love/hate relationship with George oneshot? (From anon)

A/n: I’m back! I feel like I haven’t posted in a while even though it’s only been like 2 days, lol. Anyway, this took me a while to think of and to write but I finally got and I think it’s pretty good. It’s a bit of a complicated love/hate relationship but I think it works. It’s got angst, fluff and smut in so it’s a pretty good combination. Set around OOTP before Umbridge and her destruction. (And yes, the tour was brilliant anon, I probably need to stop spending my money on it though). I’m sorry for the wait for both of you but I hope this lives up to both of your requests and thank you for requesting! I put this fic on my queue and I’ve only read through it once so I hope it’s okay but feedback is always appreciated. Sorry for the long A/n.

Word count: 3.9k+

Warnings: Implied and heavy smut, angst, swearing

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The breakfast at Hogwarts was something that managed to get every student out of bed. The food was amazing and the atmosphere was always usually calm, watching as owls swopped in with the morning mail as students met with their friends studying and gossiping. But occasionally a fight or two broke out as Fred had experienced in the last week except now it always seemed to be the same two people.

“How could you possibly think that was funny?!”

“Well, it was! Just because you’ve got no sense of humour!”

A loud frustrated scream sounded and Fred Weasley sighed heavily at the sound of his twin and Y/n fighting once again. It seemed to be that at every meal they found something new to argue about.

“I hate you so much George Weasley.” Y/n looked livid with the taller redhead. Her face was red, nostrils flared, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

“Yeah well,” George only slightly stammered in his anger before he found his voice. “I hate you too Y/n!” They both squared up to each other and for a second Fred thought they might actually fight but then Y/n was hurrying away to the other side of the room, joining some of her friends. Meanwhile, George stormed over to where his twin sat and took a seat. Fred could have sworn he saw George’s lips twitch slightly as if they were trying to fight a smile as he grabbed his breakfast, that’s when Fred’s suspicions started that there was more than meets the eye with them two.

From there it only grew. Y/n and George still didn’t talk and when they did it always managed to lead to yelling but sometimes Fred would spot George’s gaze wonder to Y/n for just a little too long in the great hall. He once saw Y/n do the same to George in potions but the second she spotted Fred, she turned her attention quickly back to her brewing cauldron, her cheeks a furious pink. Fred also couldn’t help but notice the amount that George spoke about Y/n, sure he was angry as he spoke but she seemed to be his favourite topic of conversation these days.

“So, what’s going on with you and Y/n?” Fred asked as he and George entered the common room. George shrugged but there was the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“What do you mean? I can’t stand her, she can’t stand me. Simple as.” George sat down causally but Fred knew there was something. His twin laughed at his suspicious look and told him again that there was nothing between himself and Y/n. Fred only had to hum disbelievingly with one last narrowed glance before pretending to act as if he no longer cared for George to crack.

“Okay, how do you know?” George hurriedly whispered, leaning closer to Fred who smirked.

“Well, I wasn’t sure so thank you for confirming that.” George shrunk back in his seat a little bit with an annoyed huff. “But it wasn’t hard to read between the lines of you yelling at each other.” Fred smirked proudly at his sleuth-worthy skills.

“Look, you can’t tell anyone okay?” George said his words urgently as though everyone in the room was about to find out. Fred nodded but looked further inquisitive and George knew Fred’s line of questioning hadn’t even started yet.

“Okay. But what’s going on between you? Are you serious with her?” Fred was sincere, he wanted to make sure his brother wasn’t just being messed around with. He knew George tended to fall hard for girls he liked even if he didn’t tend to tell them that. George almost looked as if he had followed his twin’s train of thought because he looked meaningfully at Fred as he explained the situation.

“No, it’s casual.” George shrugged and Fred let out a loud scoffing laugh. George turned to give him a long glare, Fred lessened his sarcastic laughter.

“I’m sorry Georgie, it’s just- you don’t do casual.” Fred shook his head as he smirked at his brother but he was worried at what George had tangled himself up in. He knew he had liked Y/n in a romantic way before since he had told Fred so, that was long before they had both started ‘fighting’ though and publicly claimed hate for one another. “How long as this ‘casual’ thing been going on for?”

“A couple of months.” George answered, he was trying to act normal but he knew Fred was right. He had been in love with Y/n since way before their whole ‘situation’ had started. In fact, he’d had a crush on her since their 4th year – George had just never gathered the courage to tell her and he was pretty sure she had hated him up until quite recently. He wasn’t good with communicating his feelings. That’s why, after their spontaneous night together when Y/n had proposed something more casual between them both, George had said yes.

*3 months ago*

It had been a heat of the moment sort of passion. Y/n had been staying the last few weeks of the summer at the burrow due to her parents being on business somewhere and George had loved it. Although he wasn’t always sure where he stood with Y/n it was nice to have someone to talk to other than his family members. Her and George had that kind of love/hate friendship that was hard to get used to but they both knew that they could trust each other fully.

The night it had happened was in the last week before school, George had snuck downstairs for his typical midnight snack to find Y/n sitting alone and staring out at the stars. The way the moonlight had bounced off her face, highlighted every perfect inch of her skin made George forget where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. He even spaced on his own name as Y/n called it.

“George? What are you doing?” her voice was whispered but the quietness made it somehow louder.

“Oh, just getting a late-night snack.” He pointed to the kitchen and Y/n nodded with a supressed giggle before resuming to watch the night sky. George ignored his stomach rumble and joined her. She looked pleasantly surprised as he sat down next to her on the small sofa. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay or I will be.” She reassured. Y/n had only recently split from her boyfriend but she seemed pretty alright to George. Just as he nodded, he noticed that Y/n had looked away quickly as a tear rolled down her face. “Y/n?” She was usually so guarded, it was strange to see her vulnerable.

“I’m sorry.” She tried to wipe her tears but as they started to steadily stream, it seemed almost impossible. George couldn’t help but reach out to wipe some away as she gave up with a sniffle. She didn’t seem surprised by the contact or flinch away from his hand, she instead leaned into his touch and sought his comfort. He smiled sadly to her. “It’s just I feel so lonely. I know it’s ridiculous – I’m in a house with 8 people but-“

“It’s not ridiculous.” George went to take his hand away but Y/n reached to hold it closer to her face as though she was scared to let go. “but you don’t need to feel lonely Y/n because I’m here.” Y/n smiled with a tint of blush on her cheeks and George realised what he had said. “I mean- We’re all here. Not just me- I mean I am-.” George rambled before Y/n laughed and her index finger pushed against his lips, shushing him.

There was a moment that passed between them. One that was full of a type of tension that George wasn’t sure of. His breath caught in his throat as Y/n’s finger curled down slightly so her fingertip could trace his lips. She looked curiously at him as though he was a mystery to her. “You are honestly amazing George; do you know that?” Y/n’s eyes softened as they met his and he felt his insides melt. His cheeks were definitely blushing now.

“I had an inkling.” George watched Y/n light up at his humour with a giggle and he couldn’t control the feelings that he had anymore. He wanted to kiss her, cut off her laughter with his lips crashing onto hers. Before he could actually act on his thoughts, Y/n had stopped laughing and was now looking at George with a knowing, coy glance. He realised his eyes had been on her lips, it must have been evident what he wanted to do because before he could process the look on her face, Y/n had taken a hold of his own and started to kiss him. He kissed back without hesitation, his hands lowering to her hips.

The kiss picked up heat and suddenly there was an intensity between them both. But George could feel the need for oxygen in his lungs and he had to pull away. Luckily, his brain had the right idea and guided his lips to meet Y/n’s neck, kissing and sucking passionately at the exposed skin. She moaned and George smirked.

“Shall we go upstairs?” Y/n had spoken with panted breath as George pulled away. She looked nervous yet suggestive as her eyebrows quirked up. She was staying in Charlie’s old room whilst she was here so they knew they could have privacy especially now they were allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts.

George wouldn’t have usually done it but with Y/n things seemed to be different, he nodded and led her upstairs by the hand.  

It had happened again only once whilst they were at the burrow and as good as it all was, George couldn’t help but question what it all meant. He had feared that it would turn awkward between them both but if anything, it had alleviated the sexual tension that had loomed over them.

It was a week into the school term when Y/n talked to him about it. George had found himself craving her touch ever since the burrow and he knew it was near impossible in this school to have any form of privacy, apparently that didn’t seem to bother Y/n.

“I just think we need to both blow off some steam.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. Her arms were crossed but she looked more relaxed than he had seen her been since school had started. With it being their seventh year, exams were of upmost importance to most especially Y/n but George never let any of that stress faze him.

“How do you mean?” George had asked innocently. He was very confused, he had just been leaving dinner when Y/n had pulled him to the side privately for a ‘talk’.

“I mean,” Y/n drawled her words out slowly as she reached out to rest her hand on George’s arm. He tried desperately not to think about the contact or the heat of his face. “I think we both need an outlet George, something to do to relive stress.” She smirked before she leant in to whisper close to his ear. “And what better to do than each other?” George felt his heart race at both the proximity and her words. When Y/n pulled back to meet his eyes, they both knew they were on the same page.

****

It had been three days with Fred in the know of their situation and he was already being insufferable about it all. Every time Y/n walked past or was within visible sight, Fred would nudge him with a wink or a suggestive look but George ignored him, not wanting anyone else to catch on – him and Y/n had both agreed it would just complicate matters. They kept up their charade with secret promises of meeting up later that night. The fun thing was that George always managed to find a new place and Y/n was amazed with his knowledge of the castle.

Tonight, they had found themselves in the room of requirement which true to its name had given them just what they needed: a private space with a large roomy bed (and some bonus romantic candles and flowers which had made Y/n swoon a little). They kissed passionately on the edge of the bed and wasted no time to strip down to their underwear. Y/n laid beneath George as he kissed every reachable area of Y/n’s skin occasionally making her elicit moans especially when he reached her cleavage.

“Well, well what do we have here?” George lowered himself down to Y/n’s underwear which seemed to be new. They were lacy and cute and George couldn’t help but press a kiss to them. Y/n giggled before letting out a loud moan as he mouthed her area through her panties. He smirked as he pulled back. Y/n let out a groan of frustration. “As nice as these are, they’d be so much better off.”

“No objections here.” Y/n joked, watching as with a laugh George pulled her underwear off quickly. He resumed his place, briefly kissing Y/n’s clit before moving his tongue further down south. Y/n’s hands pulled at his hair as he continued, her moaning becoming more louder as George delved further into her entrance, tasting her. Suddenly she realised she was becoming tenser and as much as she wanted him to continue, she wanted something more. Y/n pulled George’s hair insistently. “George, I need you. Please.” Her breaths were panted but George seemed to understand as he nodded with a smirk and crawled back up Y/n’s body to kiss her lips again.

Her hand reached down between their bodies to grope George through his underwear. He swiftly removed it and Y/n’s hand began to move expertly up and down his shaft. He moaned and it seemed to echo around the room much to Y/n’s amusement – she didn’t mind hearing it twice. George’s lips found her neck again, sucking and biting at the skin as Y/n guided George’s dick to her entrance. She let go as he pushed in to her wetness.

He went in slowly because he liked to make sure Y/n was okay before he became rough in anyway. He moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of her and Y/n panted beneath him. He caressed her face as she adjusted and they smiled at each other, George peppered her with kisses trying his best to make her feel comfortable. When he pulled back the smile on her face seemed wider but funnily enough it’s as if there was something more to it. George mentally shook off his thoughts, trying hard to not read into the situation. Eventually Y/n nodded and George began to move gently at first before picking up tempo. He went hard, knowing that Y/n liked it. She moaned louder than he had ever heard her and he smirked.

At one point, he picked up Y/n’s legs and put them over his shoulders so he could go harder and he didn’t even have to check if it was okay because the action and the result of it caused Y/n to scream his name so loud that he was sure it broke the soundproofing enchantment but he didn’t care because it was singly the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. George could feel his climax as he thrust deeper into Y/n, she must have sensed it because her hands cupped his face and brought lips roughly down to meet her own. She pulled away only an inch to encourage him to cum as she herself succumbed to her own orgasm. It only took watching Y/n’s pleasure to release his own. He thrust deeply as he spilled into her before pulling out and falling down next to her.

She cuddled into his side with a kiss to his chest and he smiled down at her. She returned it but George spotted the same thing he had earlier, this time he was surer that it was there. It was almost like a hesitation at something. Y/n’s head rested atop of his chest and just as he was about to ask Y/n about whatever seemed to be bothering her, he heard a small snore and knew that it would have to wait until tomorrow.

****

The thing was that George didn’t see Y/n the next day or the day after that. It was only when they were paired together in potions that he got the opportunity to speak to her.

“Listen about the other night…” George spoke in whispers to Y/n as Snape walked around the room not to mention their classmates who were as nosy as students came were stood around the same worktable. Y/n looked surprised at the topic of conversation and immediately gave him a warning look. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you looked like something was bothering you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He rubbed the side of his neck as he could sense Y/n’s tension whether it was at the mention of whatever was bothering her or him discussing their private nights, he didn’t know.

“George can we just get on with our potion?!” Y/n’s voice was loud enough now for the room to hear. He shut up, affronted by her tone and then he realised she must be diverting attention away from what he had just been talking about by keeping up their charade of hatred.

“Fine.” George half-yelled through gritted teeth earning a glare from Snape. He added ingredients haphazardly into the cauldron and noticed that Y/n looked genuinely bothered as she read the instructions and worked on her own side of the project.

George tried to pull her aside after class but Y/n escaped before he had even slung his bag over his shoulder. He sighed and bit his lip in irritation, he had a feeling Y/n wasn’t acting anymore.

Fred tried to tell him it was nothing but George could hardly believe him. He knew Y/n sometimes better than he knew himself – there was something wrong and he wanted to know what it was. So, he attempted to make an effort with Y/n but she was distant towards him. George was reminded of how their relationship had been when they had first known each other. Y/n was mostly on her guard and tended to treat George as if she hated him and he did the same to her but one day after a rather intense fight, they just broke down into laughter as if there had been no reality in any of their words and there wasn’t. They knew from then on that whenever they were rude to each other it wasn’t really meant that way unless told differently.

George managed to catch Y/n as she was walking up from Hogsmeade one day with her friends. She looked somewhat annoyed but encouraged her friends to go on without her back up the castle. George gave an inner sigh of relief.

“What George?” There was tone of snappiness to her voice but George ignored it.

“What the hell has been going on with you Y/n? I never see you anymore.” He made sure that his sadness at the situation was being portrayed in his voice and expression. Y/n’s gaze fell to her feet, it looked as if her guard was falling back down but then in the blink of an eye it was raised back up as George spoke again. “I miss you.”

“You mean you miss the sex?! Grow up George.” Y/n’s voice was matching her anger prompting some people to turn and look. She noticed the students from school looking on and tried her best to walk away but George pulled her back. He was hurt by her words, sick of people telling him that but he persisted on, he needed Y/n to know what she meant to him. Y/n must have caught his hurt look because she looked sorry for her choice of words.

“No, I don’t. I miss you.” George went to reach for her hand but she pulled away quickly, the annoyed anger returning to her face, there were tears burning behind her eyes. He led her to a more secluded place, away from prying eyes and ears. Y/n was thankful but didn’t show it for long as she blinked away her tears and looked away in anger. “Y/n please. If I’ve made you feel like this I am so sorry. I lo-.” He quickly stopped himself from forming his whole sentence but Y/n had caught on to what he was going to say. For a minute she looked shocked then confused and then her lips were crashing against his unexpectedly. They kissed each other passionately for a while before George pulled back, his brain remembering what was happening. “Y/n.”

“Ugh! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Y/n rubbed her hands over her face as she huffed out a breath. George gently removed her hands from her face and caught her gaze, with a look of confusion and tenderness.

“What wasn’t?”

“Falling fucking in love with you!” Y/n’s tears seemed to be steadily streaming now, she seemed annoyed at herself. “We agreed that-!”

“Fuck what we agreed.” George said simply and he laughed as Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together cutely. He crossed whatever gap was between them and pulled her in by the waist. He heard her breath hitch and he couldn’t help but smirk a little as her hands rested on the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there. He leaned to kiss her tears away one by one and she gave a watery giggle. He kissed her on the lips and it was so much sweeter than any kiss they had shared before. It was love not lust in their minds as they kissed. It was how George had felt as he watched Y/n look out at the stars that night at the burrow and how he had felt when his lips had met hers for the very first time. An electric spark ran throughout his veins – the feeling was intoxicating him.

Y/n was the first to pull away, her smile had increased in brightness as she looked at George. He could see the red of her cheeks and knew his must be the same if not brighter. He took a deep breath before he broke the silence that had formed after the kiss.

“Y/n I’ve been in love with you since way before any of this started between us. None of this was meaningless to me ever. I just want you to know that.” George sounded sure and confident in his words as well as his look. Y/n met his eyes and nodded with a smile.

“It never was to me either. I mean I didn’t know I was in love with you before but there’s always been something about you George. Something that pulled me to you and I’m so glad it did.” Y/n and George shared one last smile as they both leaned into kiss each other. The kiss lingered this time on both of their lips as they intertwined their hands and started to walk back up to the castle.

“Why don’t we go love each other hard?” George’s eyebrows waggled and Y/n let out a loud happy laugh at his line. She cringed slightly at him and hit his chest with her free hand.

“I hate you George Weasley.” Her eyes narrowed but the smile she wore outshone the rest of her faked anger. George laughed, reaching down to peck her lips which she all to happily returned.

“I love you too Y/n.”

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