#ginny weasley one shot

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Ginny Weasley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: “Think! For once!”

Summary: Y/N and Ginny have been dating for a few years and have managed to survive everything, including a war. Now, Y/N's a healer and Ginny's a rising star for the Holyhead Harpies. Despite everything they've been through together, however, they still have a little growing and learning to do.

Word Count: 1,670

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst

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I frowned as I climbed the (seemingly endless) stairs of the stands at the home stadium of the Holyhead Harpies. My girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, was in her first year of playing for them, and I'd come to pick her up from practice once I'd finished my shift at St. Mungo's. I'd been expecting to see them up in the air on their broomsticks, practicing as intently as they so often did, but the pitch had been empty. I'd seen movement up here in the stands, though, and heard some shouts, so I'd decided to investigate.

Finally, after what felt like forever, I got to the top of the stairs and came out in the back row of the stands. I took in the scene before me, and my brain short-circuited as I tried to make sense of it.

My girlfriend and one of her teammates were together at the top of the stairs, not far from me, each sitting in their own muggle shopping cart. The rest of their teammates surrounded them, cheering them on with their wands at the ready.

"Ginny?" I called. She looked over quickly at the sound of my voice, and her face broke out in a grin when she saw me.

"Y/N! Hi babe! Did you come to pick me up? That's sweet!"

"Uh, yeah... what are you doing?"

"We're racing down the stairs to the end of the bleachers! Last one has to do cardio the muggle way tomorrow," she said with a grin. I stopped to stare at her, rendered completely speechless. This was a terrible idea, and it would almost certainly result in one or both of them getting seriously hurt. They had to realize that, right?

Apparently not. As I stared at Ginny and the rest of her teammates, she turned away from me to face straight ahead again, then grabbed the edges of the shopping cart as if to brace herself.

"Ready?" asked their team's keeper, standing between Ginny and one of her fellow Chasers.

"Ready!" chorused Ginny and her teammate.

"Wait. Wait, no-"

"Alright! On your mark, get set-"

"Ginny, wait-"

"Go!"

"No! Ginny! Think! For once!" I shouted after her, but it was too late. She and her teammate were hurtling down the stands at full-speed. Before I could do anything, Ginny's wheel caught in a loose stone and brought her cart to a screeching halt, sending her flying down the stairs unprotected before crashing out her teammate too.

Ginny landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, tangled up in the benches. My heart stopped in my chest and I actually felt sick to my stomach at the sight of her. My healer's training was the only thing that kept me from throwing up as I raced down the stairs towards her.

"Ginny!"

She groaned, so at least she was conscious and alive. But I could tell from halfway up the grandstands that she wasn't going to be in good shape.

This was going to be a long night.

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"Alright, you're gonna be hurting for another week or two, but thanks to magical healing methods, you're gonna be fine," I said, finishing the wrap on Ginny's ankle before setting her leg back down on my lap. Ginny was sprawled out on the couch, heavily bandaged but thankfully fine. She'd had worse injuries when she'd first hit the ground, but a little magic went a long way, and now the worst of her injuries was a sprained ankle.

"Thanks..." she said a little sheepishly. Her face was bright red, and she just stared at her hands in her lap. "Are you, uh, mad at me? For doing that?"

I sighed and leaned back on the couch, looking at Ginny. She caused me insane amounts of stress sometimes, but she was also the love of my life. The good always far outweighed the bad.

"No," I said. Ginny met my eyes, the fire that I loved so much still burning bright in her eyes. "I just... I worry about you, Gin. A lot. You're the absolute stereotype of a reckless Gryffindor sometimes, and I love that about you, but it also makes me physically ill to see you hurt like that. To think what might've happened if you'd landed a bit differently and hit your head instead of your shoulder."

Ginny sighed heavily and played with the hem of her shirt as she responded.

"I know. I'm sorry. I promise I'll try to think a bit more before launching straight into things like that, it's just..." she trailed off, then took a deep breath. Finally, she met my eyes, a sorrow she usually hid clouding her face. "It feels good to do stupid, reckless things like that, you know? To feel alive and to be able to make ridiculous decisions without worrying too much about the consequences of them, after everything we've been through. We survived so much, I just... I don't want to waste a single moment I have left on this earth by being scared."

"I get it, Gin, I really do. We went through hell. We're owed a little carelessness in the name of fun, especially you. But I don't want to loose you to something so preventable after everything we survived, either."

Ginny sighed and nodded. "I agree. I promise I'll find a little bit more of a balance, for both our sakes'."

We shared a smile, and then Ginny sighed, a little of her normal humor coming back.

"Besides, can you imagine? 'She stood strong against Voldemort and survived a war, only for a muggle shopping cart to be her downfall.' I don't think I could stand it."

I laughed, and Ginny's face absolutely lit up as I did. I shifted our positions on the couch so I could lean down and give her a kiss, sweet and soft. When we pulled apart, Ginny had  a peaceful expression on her face, and my heart clenched at the sight of her. I just loved her so. Much.

"So, should we call it a night and go to bed then?" she asked, staring at me with a dreamy expression. I smiled.

"Actually... in the spirit of showing an interest in my girlfriend's hobbies, I was thinking we could go sneak into the neighbor's pool and jump off the high dive," I said. Ginny's eyes went wide, but a grin quickly broke out on her face all the same as I continued. "They're gone for the weekend, so we should have the place to ourselves."

Ginny shook her head like she couldn't believe I was real, then laughed, loud and bright. She sat up and winced a bit at the sudden movement, but then wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me hard before I could ask if she was okay.

"Y/N, I don't know if I've told you lately, but I love you. So much."

"I love you too. Now come on, slow poke. What are you waiting for?"

Ginny practically cackled as I jumped off the couch. She sat up to follow, wincing again as she put weight on her bad ankle. She took a few steps towards me with a slight limp, and I held out my arm to help her, but stayed just a few steps out of reach whenever she tried to grab it.

"C'mon, you can do it," I said, my tone teasing. "Come on Ginny, what's the matter? Just a little further babe."

"You're an arse," she laughed. I laughed too, and then she lunged suddenly and grabbed my arm before I could pull away. I tucked her into my side, the two of us still smiling and laughing as we headed for the backyard.

"So I take it you don't want to change into swimsuits first?" I asked. Ginny scoffed.

"No way. One of the things that makes it reckless fun is just jumping in in our clothes. Or underwear."

I laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows at me, the lightly leaned my shoulder into her to give her a gentle shove.

"This was my plan. How did you become the one with the ulterior motives so quickly?"

She laughed and shot me a grin. "All skill, my love. Honed, impressive skill."

I couldn't argue with that. We made it to the backyard, and with a little help from me, Ginny and I both made it over the back fence into our neighbors' yard. We were great friends, and I really didn't think they'd mind us using their pool, but I also hadn't explicitly asked, which made my heart race a bit as we climbed the high dive. We stood up there together, looking out at the world around us, the adrenaline and the night air making everything seem more real.

I felt alive, and from the look on Ginny's face, she felt the same. As we took each others' hands and walked to the edge of the high dive, I tried to take in every second. Being here, with her, illuminated only by the glow of the pool before we took the plunge into the water below, I understood why she did things like this so often. As much as I was there for her, she was there for me.

"You ready?" she asked, turning to me with an electric grin.

"Absolutely," I replied, surprised to find that I actually meant it.

"Alright then. Count of three. One."

"Two."

"Three!"

With that, we leapt off the high dive together, hands clasped tightly as we quite literally took the plunge. Even when we hit the water and went under, surrounded by bubbles and trying to push ourselves back to the surface, we didn't let go of each others' hands.

After everything we'd been through and everything we continued to go through together, for better or worse, I was never planning on letting go. I'd found the love of my life, and we were going to experience everything together.

[shelbgrey]

Ginny: I found something under your bed this morning and Y/n .. It 's very disappointing...

*Y/n's mind*

Draco's Wand?

Draco's tie?

Draco's quidditch shirt?

His robes?

His rings?

Polaroids of us?

Love letters from Draco?

Draco?

.... DRACO?

Ginny: dirty clothes ... Get it before mum sees.

[ginnympotter]

A little belated Harry bday ficlet:

“Got you a gift,” Ginny said as she sat beside him on the grass of the Burrow yard. She presented him with a glass of water and smiled. “Happy birthday. Sorry I kicked your arse.”

“You’re so not sorry,” Harry retorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “But I’ll accept your water.”

Harry took it from her and chugged it rather quickly. Ginny laughed as Harry sighed with contentment. “Best birthday gift ever.”

“Better than last year, even?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Harry smiled at the memory, putting the glass down. “I guess they’re comparable.”

“Git,” she said, nudging her shoulder against his. “You know the water’s not your real present, right? I was going to give it to you after dinner-“

“Ginny, don’t worry about it, really,” he insisted, grabbing her hand. “I have all I need.”

“But we want to celebrate you,” she said softly.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t really feel like celebrating so much this year.”

Ginny snorted. “If there was any year to celebrate, it’s this one.” She picked up their joint hands and kissed the back of his. “None of us knew if you’d make it to eighteen.”

“But-“

“And no one who’s…gone… would want you to abstain from celebrating that fact.”

Harry thought on it for a moment. Ginny used her free hand to trace the lines on his face, then his scar, then sift her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

“And besides, my mum made like, three treacle tarts for you. But if you insist on not celebrating, I’ll tell her to throw them away-“

“No,” Harry interrupted, opening his eyes. He laughed at her winning expression. “I suppose you’re right,” he surrendered.

She smiled, leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss to his lips. “That I always am, love.”

He smiled against her, then kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, deeply, unapologetically.

They broke apart and Ginny stood up, offering him her hand. “Now, c’mon, let’s play another match. Getting your arse kicked will help work up your appetite so you can eat all the treacle tart the world has to offer.”

[albondiguilla007]

A short Hinny one shot cause I’ve been obsessed with @blvnk-art and the way they draw the pairing. Their Harry and Ginny are beautifully portrayed, so realistic and full of life, and with more chemistry than in the seven movies together. Go look them up, you’ll love their drawings.

“Race you to the Whomping Willow Potter”

“Your ruin Weasley”

Ginny sets off towards the stairs, dropping her bag and spilling all her books over the floor.

“Oi, what about your things!?” She barely glances at me, continuing to run like a bloody maniac, but I see a hint of a smirk before a wave of red hair hides her face. I chase after her, ignoring the protests and surprised yelps of students walking in the halls as we rush through them.

“It’s a shame you’re still the Quidditch team’s Captain! You’re bloody slow Potter!” I scoff, skipping the steps of the stairs two by two. I’d answer her, but I’m running low on energy as it is. Fuck, I do need to train more.

Her black robe billows after her, blazing long hair flying against the air coming in from the courtyard as she continues running. The startling blue sky blinds me for a few seconds, and I put a hand against my forehead to protect me against the light. The grass dances with the breeze, emerald green reflecting the rays of sun. My breath is coming in short gasps, but I don’t stop, stubbornly chasing after the sneaky little minx.

She’s ten feet away, sprinting towards the Quidditch Pitch as fast as she’s on air, laughing with mirth. I close the distance between us, five feet, three feet away until she’s at reach.

“Hah, got you” She wriggles against my arms, groaning when I just tighten them against her waist. “It was a race, not a dare to catch me you idiot” I laugh in the crook of her neck, smelling her coconut body wash and a hint of something sweet. Maybe a new perfume?

Her skin is smooth as a baby, and I unashamedly rub my nose against it. Ginny elbows my ribs and I let go with a startled yelp.

“You were enjoying that too much Potter”

The corners of her lips curl in a teasing smile, and for a moment I’m struck speechless by how beautiful she is. I’d been so blind, focusing on my best friend’s little sister to realize how fucking stunning she’d become on her own right. Brilliant, harsh and aggressively beautiful, Ginny Weasley was a force of nature.

“Well, you are my girlfriend after all” She snorts and continues walking backwards, never taking her eyes off me. She has pretty eyes, I realize, almond shaped and a beautiful shade of brown.

The sun illuminates her skin, a jumble of red freckles covering the bridge of her nose and a bit of her cheeks.

“Not if you continue being that slow no, I can’t have my boyfriend embarrass me in front of the whole school”

I smirk with malice, happy to bring her down a peg or two.

“Something you’d know about, Miss Eyes Green as Fresh Pickles Toads”

That makes her stumble, and I take the chance to close the gap between us and wrap a hand around her neck, warm with embarrassment under my fingers. Her lips are soft, and all that attitude vanishes in a second as she sighs against my lips, curling her hands around the lapels of my uniform. The low murmur of students chattering inside the castle reaches my ears, the cheerful tune of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the border of the Forbidden Forest.

I feel Ginny’s lips curve in a smile and I can’t help smiling back, even as we break apart and I rest my forehead against hers, breaths mingling together.

[pa1nkill3r]

Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon. 

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all. 

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it. 

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it. 

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving. 

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once. 

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really. 

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall. 

Dear Fred and George, 

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm. 

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now. 

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle. 

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically. 

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop. 

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of. 

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words. 

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy. 

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred. 

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did. 

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar. 

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!" 

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly. 

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone. 

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother. 

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion. 

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts. 

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet. 

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again. 

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised. 

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy. 

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously. 

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.” 

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice. 

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product. 

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs. 

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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[iloveinej]

𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕜

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛,

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5𝑘

A/N: my second fic, took forever to write as usual. Enjoy:)

Theo stared intently at his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He was sitting in divination, not listening as Professor Trewlany droned on about 'the art of studying horoscope charts'. Every single word that escaped her mouth made its way to Theo's ears like a mosquito's bussing, which irked him to no end. He didn't even know why he signed up for the class to begin with. That's a lie. The reason he was slumping in this class was absurd, and the absurd reason was sitting by the round table in front of him, looking half asleep.

He struck you a glance, feeling the scent of overly-soaked tea and Incense reach his nose as he took a deep breath. He felt truly pathetic. Taking a ridiculous class for a girl. He could practically hear his ancestors cackling at him from their graves.

But how could he not, it was you. You with your old sweaters, you with that sarcastic mouth, you with that creative and colorful mind that always seemed to impress him. As he said before, absurd.

His eyes slowly traveled back to his table. Or rather what was laying on his table.

Before, at the almost beginning of the lesson, he'd found a letter in amongst his books. It looked like it had been written on very old parchment, and the ink that spelled out Theodore was smudged on the edges as if someone had swiped their hand over it before letting the ink dry.

He picked it up and thumbed at the edge of the folded paper, speculating if he should open it or not. A part of him was filled with nerves and slightly excited about receiving a letter. But at the same time dread, it because what if it was a detailed written letter about someone's undying love for him.

Theo truly couldn't understand how some people loved him so much that they felt the need to confess by letter. He had never really been the most handsome when he was younger, at least that was what he thought, but when he grew into puberty it changed. His looks, his voice, his height. And also his popularity among the boys and girls at Hogwarts and along with the streets of London.

"Mr. Nott!" He slowly carried his eyes forwards, meeting his gaze with the big googly eyes of Professor Trewlany, along with every single student in the classroom.

"Ah! There you are, though I had lost you for a second there." she smiled toothily,  and she continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened.

He felt embarrassment crawl steadily up his neck, and he lightly cleared his throat as if he could cough away the feeling.

Feeling a pair of eyes crawling over him, he looked around, finding that it was you that had been looking at him. Warmth rose to his ears, and the feelings had come to be to get too much for Theo.

He lightly tilted his head to you, as if asking what you wanted, and you raised one of your eyebrows at him as if it were obvious why you were staring at him. And you knew that he knew what you meant when he mouthed a 'later' before trying to focus on your lesson again. Albeit it was hard, as his fingers itched to unfold the letter but he wanted to open it outside the classroom with your guidance.

You slowly turned in your seat again, still wondering what could have gotten him so tense.

--

His head quickly turned around when you got a hold of him, and his face pleasantly relaxed when he saw you scowling at a student that had pushed you aside to get by. You proceeded to push him forward as you felt students starting to step at the heel of your shoes.

When the lesson finally came to an end, you did your best to stand up and sprint after Theo, even though your body tingled in pain from the uncomfortable position you sat in during the last hours. You saw his mop of hair walk out of the doorway, and you hurriedly shoved through your classmates to catch up with him. And when you finally reached him, you quickly took a handful of the back of his robe so that either you or he wouldn't lose each other in the crowd.

"Alright, alright, no need to push me." He told with a slight attitude layering with his clear voice. You rolled your eyes but did listen to him either way, not having the energy to push him either way.

It felt like you could breathe again when you finally arrived at the end of the stairs, and you slowly let go of Theo's robe as your hand started to cramp because of the harsh clasp you had on him. And the two of you began to track through the corridor that led to the courtyard.

"Nice weather today innit?" Theo looked at you weirdly as you tried to small talk. Your steps echoed in the once empty hall, and he wondered what had gotten you so awkward all of a sudden.

You couldn't help but take a look at him as you walked shoulder against shoulder. His hair was different like he'd started to take care of his dark brown locks. Its hair had a new shine to it, especially when the sun hit it. You lightly cleared your throat when you realized that you were starting again, and looked out of one of the big windows.

"What, you want to go out or something." He asked, and it wasn't until after he said it that he realized how it sounded. But it didn't seem like you noticed. He didn't know whether he should be happy or not about it.

You thought about it, and you decided that it did sound like a good idea. So you gave him a nod.

"Good, because I need your help." You watched curiously as he dug his hand into his pant pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. Your eyes widened almost comically as you watched him fiddle with the familiar piece of parchment. You felt as if the hallway suddenly became a little bit too warm, and you felt yourself starting to sweat under your school uniform.

"Found this in one of my books earlier." He told you, turning the paper around, inspecting it. Panic began to rise in your chest as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, his eyes still caught on the letter.

Why didn't he open it when he got it?! Is he stupid?! Why do I need to be with him, does he know? Is he trying to embarrass me?

"Oh, hold on! I just remembered. Professor Dumbledor wanted me to go to his office after divination, something about Magic of dark arts." Everything came out in a jumble of words and you were worried that you were going to get tongue-tied.

You looked around yourself, trying to find anything that would bring you out of the awkward situation. But nothing. So you used your brain the best you could, trying to find a good enough excuse to get out of the excruciatingly embarrassing moment.

Theo watched you with suspicion. You were doing good in that class, always graduating with the highest grade. But he recently let you go, either way, finding no peace in arguing with you.

"Alright, see you later then." He nodded, and you saw how he was fighting off a frown, but you shook the guilt off and ran towards Dumbledor's office. Or more like running past his office and sprinting towards the Gryffindor common rooms.

You pushed through the people on the stairs, accidentally stepping on Neville's foot in the process.

"Sorry, Neville!" Nevil, Dean, and Seamus watched you crawl up the stairs in a hurry.

"I'm telling you, that lady is crazy." Seamus voiced, and Dean snorted loudly.

--

"So stupid." You muttered, shaking your head.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." You articulated, giving a glance to your surroundings before slipping into the red and yellow painted common room. The room was luckily empty, most of the students enjoying the last warmth of the sun before it became cold once again. You unconsciously started pacing around in the room with your thumbnail getting amused by your teeth.

"So, so stupid. Why would you give him a letter? He hates letters." Cursing at your stupid decisions, you threw yourself on one of the couches, letting your body melt into the fluffy cushions with your jaw resting on the place between your collarbones.

"Shut up Fred."

"Oh, what a depressing sight." Someone sighed deeply, a faux petty in their voice. You knew that voice by heart and didn't have to look up when two weights invited themselves on either side of your potato bag of a body.

"He's right, you look depressing. Maybe even a bit pathetic, with a little piece of hopelessness in the mix." George rubbed his imaginary beard as he thought about what you looked like.

You sighed. Normally the presence of a Weasly would be enough to dig you out of your moods, but this time it did the opposite.

"Thanks, I'm aware." There was a bite in your voice, and the twins met eyes, both holding a pinch of surprise in their brown irises.

Fred slowly sank into the couch, mirroring your body language. Whether it was to tease you or if he felt as utterly dumb as you did, no one knew. And frankly, you didn't care.

"Oh? was that what I thought it was?" Fred egged on, and the small laugh that escaped you was uncontrolled. It was strange how they were able to be such mood lifters. Because they could be real asshats in their moments.

"Soooooo." You felt George starting to rearrange is the position he was in, and after some shuffling around, he was laying on his stomach with his legs swaying back and forth. They stared at you with those puppy dog-like eyes, and you were forced to push your tongue against the wall of your cheek to not let your smile show.

"How did the letter thing go, did you woo him with your charming letter." And you were back to sulking once more.

"It went shit." You muttered.

"Elaborate." Fred encouraged, resting his head in his palm.

You sighed dramatically before resting your head on the edge of the back seat.

"He didn't open the letter when he got it, and then he expected me - who wrote the letter - to sit with him while he read it like a bloody moron." Rambling and exaggerating were two things of your specialty. It did occur often, but fortunately, no one seemed to think that it mattered, only finding it a little more amusing.

"Well, he must know that you're so extremely head over heels in love with him either way now since he read the letter I mean," Ginny spoke up from nowhere and your head snapped towards her when she did. Fred and George agreed from their point of view, thinking that the problem was solved.

"They told me." She quickly defended herself while pointing at the two boys on your sides.

"Why wouldn't you sign with your name when you declared your love for him, you moron," Ginny whined. And you tried to get out an excuse for your stupid mistake.

"Well, he would know, yes. If it weren't for the fact that I did not sign my name." With a guilty mumble, you sank even further down on the couch, feeling the weight of the consequences of your action on your shoulders. Or rather the lack of action.

The three siblings simultaneously groaned and complained at your confession.

"Bu- Well it wasn't like it was an 'exact declaration'. I just wrote about how his hair and eyes looked nice." You shrugged with a small pout forming on your lips. The whole ordeal was beginning to feel ridiculous and you were starting to regret ever giving him the note in the first place.

"What did you even expect to happen. That he would figure out who it was in two seconds and run into your arms?" Ginny asked, and the twins gasped comedically.

"Harsh, sister."

You let out a pitiful groan. "No, she's right. I should just... not continue. Let it be." You gave yourself an encouraging nod, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. You wanted to Nott about your feelings so bad, but you didn't have the mental strength to get turned down, and potentially ruin the only thing that let you be close to Theodore.

"No! That's even dumber! You are going to continue with this letter thing you've started with." Ginny pointed at you sternly, and she watched your eyes turn big at her tone of voice.

"Or else... Or else I'm going to take you off the Quidditch team." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the three of you. And just when you opened your mouth Ginny made sure to shut it.

To everyone's surprise, including your own, you did continue to anonymously send those poetic words to Theodore, and while you didn't do it with any proclaimed confidence, you didn't sit by the side to wait for the faith to tie you together.

"And don't think that I can't, because I know people." She informed with a stone face and puffed chest. You quickly nodded, not finding yourself intimidated by the younger girl, though still trusting her words. And with the confirmation from you, she swiftly turned around and let her legs carry her towards the door, intending to get that last beams of sunlight on her face.

--

And even though Theo might be the unaware genius, he was still observant and could detect a shift of emotion by the smallest twitch of an eyebrow or the tiny wrinkle on someone's nose. But it didn't seem to be in his favor for the situation he was glued in.

Though you didn't know if you gained a positive response from him since you always avoided him after the letter was hidden and given. And as Theodore was the smartest wizard in the house of Slytherin, in your year at least. It astounded you that the cunning Mr. Nott still hadn't come to figure out that the letters were from you. But you didn't know his point of view, and that was not calming your anxiety one bit. For while you craved for him to know your affections for him, you knew that the risk of rejection was still a major possibility of an outcome.

So when the lesson ended he quickly took a strong grip on your wrist before forcefully dragging you after him. At first, you didn't outwardly question him or protest, but when you saw the nicely folded papers in between his fingers, you felt a cooling bucket of panic getting thrown over your head.

He did notice that every time he brought up the factor that he wanted to show you something, you were immediately gone by the second. And your -what he hopes was- excuses were thoroughly thought out and planned, making them seem like they were only coincidences. And on his fifth letter he decided that it was time to tell you about the letters, even if, for whatever reason, you didn't want to hear.

Fear began to take over, doubts and anxious questions filling your brain to the rim. You attempted to object and you were beginning to run out of excuses, but it didn't matter because the second you opened your mouth you were shut down or hushed by Theodore.

"Oh Nott come on, stop being impossible!" you tried to protest.

"Oh hush and quit whining." Muttering. You despised when he muttered.

He grabbed the chair closest to you, and as the gentleman, he was, pulled it out for you.

It appeared to you that he was taking you to the library, and you let that calm your nerves since you knew that he would never try any confrontation in a public space. But to your horror, the library was packed with students. He decided that a spot in the back would be the best option, both for his and your comfort. And after accidentally walking into someone he finally arrived at the corner that he was looking for.

But you didn't seem to understand because first, you looked down at the seat that was meant for you before you slowly allowed your eyes to travel upon Theo, who was looking at you with a newfound determination. He was closer to your face than you prepared for, and you instinctively held your breath so that you wouldn't breathe on his face.

When you looked at him, Theo almost wanted to drop the act that he had going on. You looked up at him with big, questioning eyes and it took Theo the little self-restraint left after all the years with you to not do something regrettable.

"Sit." You could see his sharp canines as let the world out between his lips. It wasn't an ask and neither was it a suggestion. His demand caught you so off-guard that he didn't have time to blink before you were sitting on your chair.

"As you can see, I've been getting letters." He started.

Theo felt a small amount of ridiculous as he ordered you around, but he didn't have a choice since if he didn't, you would continue to slip through his fingers like an eel. He sat himself down in the red-clad chair and slowly pulled out the letters, trying to gauge a reaction from you. But your face didn't show any signs of discomfort, uneasiness, or awkwardness. The only emotion visible on your face was the cursed confusion.

"And I think that you already knew that since you've been trying to get away from me every time I try to bring them up." He paid notice to how your back slightly straightened, and he took that as an I sign to continue.

"But that doesn't matter right now." And that's a lie.

You watched as he tried to find the right words and a deep sigh told you that he was struggling. You had known Theo for 4 years, and even though he had a great capacity for writing and reading, he was still struggling with his speech. And it wasn't that he was bad at his grammar, he just had a problem expressing his feelings. And that had gotten you into many unforgettable fights and misunderstandings.

"I need your help." It was mumbled, almost not heard. You raised your eyebrows in slight surprise, feeling slightly helpless as you watched the seemingly distressed young man in front of you.

"And what might it be that Mr. Nott might need help with." You crossed your leg over the other, and you felt slightly bizarre at this moment.

Theodore watched your pellicular manner and raised his eyebrow at you when you reminded him a bit too much of a phycologist.

"Seriously, what's up with you?" He asked, but didn't have the needed patience to wait for an answer that wouldn't come.

"Whatever, what should I do with the letters?" What. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm afraid I'm lost."

He sighed, rolling his eyes and scoffing, seemingly feeling irritated by the fact that you didn't understand him for shit.

"Should I read them, throw them away? Or maybe you should read them?" He sounded conflicted like it was one of the hardest decisions he'd ever had to make, and you got curious about what could've gotten him to behave like he did at the moment.

"Wait, you haven't read the letters." It was more a conclusion than a question.

For some reason was the first emotion you felt embarrassment, and you had no clue as to why. Something in the back of your head told you that he knew that you were the culprit, but it was almost if not impossible for him to know. Or perhaps it was for the fact that you felt so desperate to know how he felt for you.

You could feel yourself sinking into your chair as Theo shook his head.

"I was going to read the first with you, but it seemed that Dumbledore's office and quidditch seemed to be more interesting." A small scowl melted upon your face, and annoyance flared up in your chest as he blamed his cowardness on you.

Theo felt his heart rattle as you lightly glared at him, whether it was from the feeling of excitement or uneasiness, he didn't know. And as an answer to your glare, almost like an instinct, he raised a challenging eyebrow.

It made you roll your eyes, starting to get tired of his childish behavior.

"Coward." You mumbled.

"I'm not a coward, I don't want to open the letters if I don't know who they're from." He hastily defended, and once again your face scrunched up in confusion. You shifted in your chair, uncrossing your legs and letting them fall to the sides as you sagged even more. And out of an accident, your foot made contact with his. You were just about to jump away, but Theo didn't move nor recognize it, so neither did you.

"So you want the letters to be from a specific person?" You sighed tiredly. You waited for the shake of his head and speech of denial. But it didn't come. Instead, he slowly nodded, while looking at you through his lashes.

You let your face be overcome by faux surprise and excitement and tilted your body forwards so that you could rest your head in your hands.

"Who is it." You cringed at the squeal in your voice, but you didn't let it show for the sake of your little act.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." There was a shift in his tone, and you were taken aback by the quick change in demeanor. You slowly leaned back with a scoff stuck in your throat.

Theodore suddenly felt uncomfortable by your sudden show of excitement and his stomach slowly sunk as his thoughts went haywire. It was obvious to him that you wouldn't show this excitement over who he might love, especially if you didn't know who. He pressed his lips together in misfortune and let himself get consumed by the failure and shame.

The letters weren't brought up again after that, and Theodore seemed to have dropped his strange attitude and gone back to his normal, brooding, and charming self. Although you couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed with him, you just couldn't pinpoint what.

"No need to get so defending Nott. I was only asking." He scoffed lightly and began to back his letters into his robe.

Your butt had started to ache and it felt like the old tree bench had started to grow roots to you because of how long Oliver had been discussing tactics and positions and whatnot for the last hour. You understood that he wanted to win because you all did. But you didn't believe that sitting on your arses was the best way to prepare.

"Alright, let's wrap this up. Fred, George. You had something to say?" Slightly shifting on the bench, you watched as the twins switches places with Oliver and you exchanged glances with Angelina, but she didn't look like she knew what they were up to either.

"We would like, as a start for our speech, to get our lovely chaser (name) up on stage." Two hands grabbed the fabric of your red and gold clothes, and you yelped as you were roughly pulled up, and squished between the twins.

"That's what is suspected. And how convenient that our chaser has given us her hands." You started to protest in their grip as the small crowd four broke out in applause and jubilee. But before you were able to break out from their strong grip, they turned to you and blocked your way with their tall frames.

There was a silence before they began again."How many in here, would like a free broom service." The entire room stretched their hands up, and you started to suspect evil in their minds. But you let them continue for the sake of your sanity.

"If we win, you confess to your Slytherin man." You quickly opened your mouth to protest but as usual, you were quickly shut down. " And if you refuse, the night will be spent with six broomsticks instead of snogging with Nott." George finished Fred's sentence, and you squirmed at their bluntness and choice of words.

Their faces were a void of amusement, and you felt yourself being pushed into a corner. Both figuratively and literally.

"Alright fine. Fine! I'll do it. If this is the only way you'll leave my love life alone. I'll do it." You only mumbled the last part, the words being meant more as a personal encouragement.

That's why it came as a surprise that you could hear Theodore's sharp whistle through the autumn air.

They silently did their celebrations, high five and a little too hard slap on your back. And after five minutes, you were standing on the side of the court, swallowing down your nerves and waiting to step up on your brooms and start the game.

--

You watched in broad horror as Harry catches the snitch before the Hufflepuff did, your stomach turning itself inside out with nerves. You had seen Theodore in the crowd, and while it normally would make you giddy, it didn't go quite the same this time. The shouts and hollers of victory were ears deafening around you, and that combined with the buzz in your ears because your adrenalin rush made it hard for you to even hear your thoughts.

You found him standing on the edge of the stand, and when he saw that he had your attention, he gently waved you down to him with his hand. Almost immediately, you directed your broom down and stopped it so that you would be eye to eye with him.

"Hello." He was leaning against the wooden beam that was acting like a railing, with a small, sly smirk on his face.

"Hi." The shy smile on your face was uncontrollable, but you couldn't help it because you had never seen Theodore looking at you with such eyes.

"You did a good job out there."

"Why thank you." You answered bashfully. Theodore looked down on his armrest with a small smile, and began to slowly trace it with his fingers.

"You know, I never would've guessed that you could be such a poet." He watched your face twist in confusion.

You felt your body begin to warm, pushing away the autumn cold as hooded Theodore's eyes were locked with your lips.

"Sorry, but I'm no poet." You answered carefully, sensing what this was about. But you couldn't understand. He said that he didn't read the letters, and even if he did it later, it meant that it had only taken him one day to figure out who it was from. A gulp scratched your throat as Theodore's eyes began to travel away from yours. Like a soft caress, they raked over your face, from your brows to your soft cheek, ending on the cupid of your lips.

"You're a dick sometimes."

"Nott-." That's all of your warnings that you were able to get out before he placed a big open-mouthed kiss on your cold lips. At first, your entire body became rigid as a rock of surprise, until the other one of Theo's hands positioned itself on the back of your neck. A sound scaped the back of your throat as you started to relax against his lips, and you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

Now you were just confused. Your mouth hung open with unsaid words, but your brain seemed to have stopped training because of the stunning words that Theodore provided. He rolled his eyes, and you were beginning to get seriously annoyed at his cryptic behavior. Until he forcefully grabbed the collar of your red and gold clothing and pulled you towards him.

Theodore watched you with hooded eyes, feeling pleasure from only seeing your content face. But he had to pull away because he had been holding his breath ever since this morning.

So he gave a teasing lick with his tongue on your lower lip before he slowly pulled away. You tried to chase him with your lips, but the grip that he had on your shirt prevented you from so desperately locking your lips again.

"So you knew that it was my letters." You mumbled, watching him with slanted eyes.

He chuckled, and you were broken out of your bliss when he released you from his death grip. Both of your heads snapped towards the court when two surprisingly loud voices were heard whooping. Fred and George gave each other a high five again, and you shrank in embarrassment as you realized that your intimate moment with Theodore wasn't as secluded as you thought it was. When you looked at him as again, you realized that you had always cherished him. And that he would always have your soul and heart wrapped around his pinky, imbedded with his silver rings.

"I had no idea." He smiled lightly." As I said, I didn't want to read the letters until I knew that it was from the person that I wanted it to be."

You sighed loudly, your insides melting.

"You are adorable." Happily, you cupped his rosy cheeks and mushed them together to see his cute pout. He tried to struggle out of your grip, and when you let go of his cheeks he was glaring at you. But you didn't let yourself be fooled by his handsome face, instead trusting his blushing ears that he wasn't as opposed. And with a last peck in-between his eyebrows, you flew away as you wanted to get out of your sweaty clothes to later spend time with the young wizard and not cleaning brooms.

--

That's it, I have come to realise my inability to write a One shot under 5k. Bye.

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

I promise you I didn’t do it

Draco Malfoy x OC

TW: None

Word count: 368

“Tessa!” Draco's voice booms from behind me as I read from my potions book. Taking my time before turning to him, I finish the paragraph I'm reading, place my book mark and set the book down before looking over at the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Or, at least, used to be blonde haired Slytherin boy.

His face is reddened with anger. Almost as red as his hair. One look at the boy and I cannot contain my laughter. He moves to stand in front of me, eyes narrowed, as I cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.

Draco Malfoy's hair is as red as a Wesley. This is by far my favorite day in history.

In between laughs I am able to manage out a snide remark “Is this another feeble attempt to woo the Gryfindore Princess? Because I think this is a tad too much.”

Draco looks at me as if he wants to cast an unforgivable at me. Wand raised and everything as he glares at me. Then it dawns on me that he thinks it was me, my laughter stops slightly.

“Wait, wait!” I plead with my hands in the air. A small smile is still playing on my lips. “I promise you I didn't do this!”

Unconvinced, Draco's stare is steadfast. “Then why are you laughing!?”

Taking another moment to admire the handy work of whoever played this joke on the ‘Slytherin Prince’, my smile widens. “Because whoever did it is a bloody genius and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

The rational seems to settle with the fiery haired Slytherin as he looks around in defeat and plops down next to me on the couch. Turning to him slightly I try and lighten to mood.

Reaching my arm up to ruffle his hair, I question “So… Is it just the hair on your head they cursed or is it everywhere?” His head whips over to me as he pushes me away from him, before mumbling angrily “Everywhere.”

I explode In laughter as he takes the pillow from beside me and thumps me in the head with it. “Just help me figure out how to reverse this!”

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Seamus' face turned quickly from surprise to laughter as what his best friend had just said. Dean chuckled along, starting to jog lightly ahead of him.

"We're gonna be late, Seamus!"

The shorter boy snorted. "Give me a reason to care." He didn't bother picking up his pace. "Just walk with me, will you?"

Dean made a show of rolling his eyes but ran back up the hill to meet his roommate. They kept walking towards the quidditch pitch, hands hanging carelessly at their sides. Seamus blushed as his pale fingers brushed those of his dark-skinned friend. not just a friend, a part of his brain tried to correct him.

But Seamus was jolted back to reality as the duo reached the bottom of the hill and a flash of red hair stepped into Dean's waiting arms. The Irish man had to look away as his roommate's lips met those of his girlfriend.

"I was wondering if you would end up showing."

"I always do." Dean stepped away.

"Just with less time to spare every day." She threw her sweaty hair in a ponytail. "Hey Seamus."

"Hey, Ginny. Good to see you." Seamus sported a weak smile. He liked the youngest Weasley, he really did, but he had a hard time not resenting her when she's got the boy he's sure he loves wrapped around her finger.

"Can we head up?" Once again, Seamus was brought back to his current position by Ginny Weasley's voice.

"Sounds good to me, Seamus you coming?" Dean grabbed his girlfriend's hand, not unnoticed by Seamus.

"Uh, no you go on ahead I'll meet you back in the tower."

Dean and Ginny exchanged a glance. "Are you sure? You're welcome to walk with us."

"Yeah, I've got something I've got to take care of, I just remembered."

"Alright mate," Dean seemed to accept his answer. "See you up there." He turned, slipping his arm around Ginny's waist, and they headed up toward the brightly lit castle.

Seamus walked the other way. He thought he'd sit in the locker rooms for a minute and just collect his thoughts. He had to get a hold of himself.

The sixth year sat down heavily on a bench right outside the pitch, staring off into the darkening sky.

"You okay?" A brighter female voice spoke this time.

Seamus looked up into the concerned eyes of Katie Bell, who's hair was thrown haphazardly into a do similar to Ginny's. "Oh yeah, I'm good. Sorry, just... enjoying the weather." The lie was awkward but Seamus hoped Katie didn't notice.

Clearly, she saw right through him, though he wasn't sure she could read what exactly he was thinking. "Well I was just about to head back up to the common room, d'you want to walk with me?"

"Sure." He stood and they began to walk. After a moment or two of heavy silence, Seamus spoke up again. "Um, Katie. This is awkward but I was wondering if you might want to go with me to the next Hogsmeade weekend."

She looked over at him, studying him for a long time without responding. He shifted.

"No."

He just stared back at her, his cheeks starting to heat.

"You're hot Seamus, sure, and I know I'm hot, but you're not interested in me."

"What? Of course I am! You're beautiful and you have nice tits and..." He trailed off, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Exactly. I can't be a distraction for you." Katie looked up the hill to where Dean and Ginny had reached the castle. "How long have you liked Thomas?"

Seamus looked up sharply. "What?"

Katie just rolled her eyes. "I don't know you very well, Seamus, but I can tell. You've fallen hard for Dean."

A moment of silence and Seamus sighed heavily. "So what if I have. There's nothing I can do about it."

"I'd say not asking girls out when you know you're gay would be a pretty good start."

"Noted." He glanced up at her.

"And for what it's worth, Dean and Ginny aren't going to last. You'll have your chance with him soon enough."

A foreign glimmer of hope rose in Seamus' chest. "What makes you say that?"

"I've seen Ginny at practice, she's worse off than you, pining for Harry. She'll never be happy with anyone else. That and Dean treats her too much like a lady, that's not the kind of person she needs."

"I wouldn't mind being treated like a lady." A soft grin rose on his face.

"Just give it time."

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To Love A Boy [ Hermione Granger/fem!Reader ] ( SERIES )

• PART ONE • 2nd Person POV • Prologue •

••

You boarded the Hogwarts Express as you did at the beginning of a new school year. It was your third year at Hogwarts and you were in for a big surprise.

You had come out as a lesbian the previous year before heading for summer break. You were different now, more mature after being ostracized by your friends. This year was for reinventing yourself, proving to everyone that you are better then ever.

You sat at an empty compartment, it wasn’t hard to find as people usually fled when you entered any. You sighed and looked out the window seeing as the trees passed by quickly.

“Are these seats taken?” A girls voice asked causing you to turn around to look at them.

“Not at all,” you smiled at none other then Hermione Granger.

She smiled back as Harry, Ron and her sat down. Harry sat next to you as Ron and Hermione sat across from you.

The silence could only be described as awkward and tense. No one dared to speak, Harry shifted every so slightly uncomfortably as Ron would clear his throat.

“What?” You finally said once the silence became unbearable. “Come here to make fun of me?”

“N-No!” Harry quickly stuttered before Ron or Hermione could say anything.

“Then why come here? To this specific compartment? Aren’t you three popular?” You scoffed looking at them.

“Actually! We come here to say that we admire your bravery? Coming out as anything is difficult-” Harry began.

“We wanted to be your friend? We assumed that you would be lonely?” Ron finally spoke looking at you nervously.

“I don’t need your pity,” you mumbled.

“It’s not out of pity, we genuinely want to be your friends!” Hermione defended.

“Associate with me and you too will be ostracized. No longer invited anywhere. Looked at funny, whispers and whispers, notes, papers, messages, letters everything. Owls everyday, Rita Skeeter wanting to interview you because all of a sudden the weirdest thing that could happen in the wizard world is someone being a lesbian,” you spat hurt in your voice.

“We admire your bravery!” Ron defended. You gave him a suspicious look before shrugging.

“It’s your social life after all. If you want to be friends then I guess we can be.” You said nonchalantly but deep down you were happy. Maybe this will be the start of something new, you were becoming friends with the three most exciting people in all of Hogwarts.

The train came to a stop a fee hours later. You and Hermione stayed up and talked while Harry and Ron took a nap. The train ride to Hogwarts was a long one. It took at least a day to arrive at Hogsmaede and then the ride to Hogwarts was another hour.

You four got off the train and made your way to the carriages. It was cold and dark outside as it was early September.

The carriage carried six people so Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom joined the ride. The ride was awkward, Neville kept nervously looking at you as Luna bombarded you with questions.

“Is it true?” She would ask.

“What?” You replied.

“That you’re a lesbian?” She would say back.

It was an awkward interaction regardless but you didn’t mind it.

Once at the castle you all got off and entered the Great Hall. You heard whispers and laughter as you walked aside Harry.

You took in a deep breath as you coincidentally sat next to the person you came out to first. Lavender Brown. She of course rambled off to her friend Pavarti who then told her sister Padma who then made it her mission to tell the rest of the school.

“Lavender.” You said out of respect.

“(Y/n),” she said being with a fake smile.

The sorting ceremony began as it usually did every school year. More Gryffindors were introduced as the feast began.

“Mmm I really hope theres red velvet cake!” Ron grinned as he served himself food. You picked your favourite food and a good glass of your favourite drink.

Harry and Hermione began chatting about the class schedule and what the new school year will bring.

“What do you want to be?” Harry asked you as you turned and looked at him.

“In the future? Geez. I never really thought about that. My mums an Auror so she was gone days at a time and my dad takes care of Magical Creatures. He wanted to be the Care of Magical Creatures teacher here at Hogwarts but instead decided to move to France and start a career there.” You explained with a frown.

“You can do and be whatever you want and if you never want to work then that’s okay too!” Hermione reassured you.

“I would like to work here at Hogwarts. I could be a Potions teacher or teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!” You smiled.

“I want to be an Auror,” Ron said as he took a bite of his food.

“I honestly just want a normal life,” Harry chuckled. “Being famous is not for me.”

“We talking futures?” Fred Weasley, George Weasley���s twin, asked as he sat close to Harry.

“Fred and I are going to start our own Joke shop!” George Weasley, Fred’s twin, continued sitting next to Fred.

“With what funds?” Ron asked raising his eyebrow. “Mum and dad would never give you money to start up a joke shop.”

“We are selling test products of course!” Fred smiled widely.

“Care to try the products?” George asked as he reached into his pockets and took out a Puking Pastilles. “Beware there is side effects.”

“I’ll pass,” you told them with a look of disgust.

“Yeah, me too…” Hermione mumbled as she took looked grossed out.

“No ones going to want to try that.” Ron mumbled.

“It can get you out of anything. Exams, Owls, Snape’s boring lectures. Anything.” Fred smirked.

“I’ll pass,” Harry fake smiled.

“Suite yourselves. If you ever need to get out of anything do not come begging for a Puking Pastille.” George shrugged as he and Fred left.

Dinner finished as the Head Boy, Head Girl and the Prefects guided their house into their rooms.

“Now please don’t forget the password to the common room or you will not be allowed in!” The Head Boy announced.

“If you do happen to forget. Inform a dorm mate, either head student the prefect and as last resort the Head of house, Ms. McGonagall.” The Head Girl announced reassuringly.

“Yes, but do not make it a habit. We are busy people too.” The Head Boy said causing the Head Girl to roll her eyes.

Once outside the common room they announced the password and let you all in.

“We should settle in,” Hermione announced.

“I heard they’re going to give out big news at breakfast tomorrow.” Ron informed.

“I heard about that too, what do you think it is?” Hermione asked.

“Whatever it is I hope it isn’t anything terrible,” you sighed.

You all said goodnight as you and Hermione headed to the Girls Dorm Room. Lavender and Pavarti were already inside the room as they became quiet the second you entered the room.

“What?” You glared at them.

“Whatever,” Lavender rolled her eyes as she continued to unpack her items.

The room became tense as you glared at Lavender and Pavarti and they whispered about you.

“I wish there was a way these two could leave… Permanently.” You whispered to Hermione, as she unaware of the hostility in the room, continued to unpack her clothes.

“Me too, they have been the worst room mates,” she chuckled causing your face to heat up and your heart to race.

What. The. Fuck?

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Peaches - Part 3

~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~

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Your POV

You woke up to complete darkness and a dry mouth.

“What time is it,” you grumbled as you opened your bed curtains to check your alarm clock.

10:55 pm

Fuck. You had slept through dinner. You sighed as you laid back down in your bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. You had just slept for 5 hours, and your stomach was grumbling loudly.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of bed and slipped on your robe. Lucy was fast asleep. Your stomach growled again. You couldn’t even blame her for not waking you up for dinner, you had been so unpleasant.

“Lumos,” you whispered as you stepped into the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the common room. The fires were crackling quietly, but nobody was awake. You slipped out of the common room and into the hall. It was significantly colder out here. It had been a while since you’d snuck around past curfew. Luckily, the kitchens weren’t too far from the dungeons. As you ascended from the dungeons and into the grand staircase, you stopped to make sure you didn’t hear any professors, poltergeists, or pets. When you were sure the coast was clear, you scampered across the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchens. Soon you approached the painting. You tickled the pears and entered into the kitchen. The energy was bustling compared to the echoing halls of the castle. You smelled fresh bread being baked. You heard the sounds of pots being cleaned. Soon you saw two small heads appear in front of you, one of them sporting a sock as a hat.

“Miss! Can we get you something to eat?”

“Something to drink?”

“Some tea?”

You smiled down at the two house elves.

“Tea would be lovely,” you said and immediately one of them ran off. The other one looked up at you eagerly.

“Anything else, miss?”

“Well, I actually slept through dinner and I’m quite hungry. I really don’t want to be a bother, but if you have any leftovers or literally anything to eat, I would really appreciate it,” you smiled kindly at the female elf.

“It is no problem, miss! Bitty is happy to serve you,” she bowed before scampering off. You let out a chuckle, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the phrase ‘Bitty is happy to serve you’ but grateful that you were getting something to eat. You rubbed your temples as you took a seat at a counter. You were so tired.

Just at that thought, you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. You were so exhausted you couldn’t even roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Fred strode towards you. You didn’t understand how he appeared to have seemingly endless bounds of energy at all times of the day. “I didn’t take you as the type to sneak out past curfew.” You frowned.

“I’m not. I slept through dinner is all,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and trying to flatten your hair with her hands. You gave up rather quickly though, and slumped back onto the elbows. Fred chuckled at the sight of you as he took a seat next to you. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

“Me and George were setting off dungbombs near the library as a distraction to sneak into the potions cabinet. We found what we needed rather quickly so I decided to swing by the kitchens for some late night snacks,” Fred grinned as he leaned in closer to you. You were too tired to even tell him how stupid he was.

“Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! What can I bring you,” the male elf beamed up at Fred as he delivered me my tea.

“Dobby! Just the elf I was looking for. Me and Georgie just need some crisps and sweets to get us through the night,” he sent a wink towards Dobby as he ran off. I blew on my tea before taking a small sip.

“Well acquainted with the kitchen staff, Fred?” You raised your eyebrow at him. Just then, Bitty returned with a plate of steaming hot food and bowed before scurrying off.

“Unlike you Slytherins, we Gryffindors like to say thank you and get to know the wonderful staff here at hogwarts,” Fred teased, eyeing your plate of food.

“I would’ve said thank you had Bitty stayed for a moment longer,” you sighed, “I’m just too tired for our banter Fred. I just want to eat and go back to my dorm.” Fred frowned at this but let you begin eating. The leftover roast dinner was hitting the spot and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan of delight. Fred smiled as you continued to eat.

“Why’d you miss dinner tonight?” Fred asked, keeping his eyes glued to you. You looked down at your tea.

“I told you, I slept through it,” you mumbled. Fred scoffed.

“I know you think I’m daft, but come on Y/N,” Fred pried. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you would’ve come up with a snarky comment to shut up his stupid freckled face. You sighed and set down your cup.

“You were right earlier, about me being, I dunno, frustrated. I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I’m tired all of the time and I can’t even be bothered to get out of bed to entertain the idea of a meal,” you admitted, defeated. Fred put his hand on your shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.

“It’s okay, Y/N, to not feel happy. That’s why you have people to cheer you up. Like me,” he grinned stupidly. You let out a sharp breath through your nose and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“But why do you want to cheer me up? You didn’t even know I existed two days ago,” you questioned. You were genuinely curious.

“Well I already told you, I just thought you were funny for yelling out fuck into the abyss. And while you’re mildly unpleasant to approach, I find your sense of humor and wit to be quite entertaining. And of course, I’m smart, despite what you think. And I can tell there’s something else going on. Maybe it’s none of my business, but I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend. Is that so hard to believe Y/N?”

You furrowed your brows together. Was it so hard to believe?

“Maybe it’s just hard to believe because it’s you,” you shrugged, continuing to eat your dinner. Fred scoffed and put his hand over his heart, as if hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred feigned offense. After finishing your last bite, you had finally regained the ability to roll your eyes.

“Nothing, just that I didn’t think you were capable of having any sort of emotional intelligence,” you shrugged and sipped the last of your tea. Fred jaw fell open as he saw you were completely serious.

“Here you go Mr. Weasley!” Dobby bounded up to us and handed him a wrapped package of goods.

“Thanks Dobby,” Fred muttered quickly as you began to stand up, “now wait a minute, are you serious? You really think I’m that dim witted?”

“I mean, sort of,” you sucked your teeth and give him a half apologetic look, “but if it makes you feel any better, you’ve definitely proved that you can hold human conversation, so…” you trailed off and looked around the kitchen. You knew if you took one look at his dumbfounded face that you would burst into laughter. He pressed his lips together into a flat line.

“If you were anyone else, that would’ve seriously hurt my sense of self worth,” he said dryly, “but honestly, I feel like that is the most peachy thing I’ve heard you say all night, so I’ll let it slide.”

One side of your mouth curved up despite all of your desperate attempts to stay straight faced. Immediately that idiot broke into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear. You rolled your eyes again.

“Merlin, your face is going to give me an aneurysm,” you mumbled as you turned on your heel to leave, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face. But that stupid git had the longest arms and he was able to pull you back to him just so he could see your face all lit up.

“Aww, I made you smile,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. Your face immediately scrunched up as you pulled out of his grasp.

“Goodnight, Fred,” you said, matter of factly as you turned around once more to head back to your dorm. He followed you out of the kitchen and down the hall, both of you stopping at the top of the stairs right before the grand staircase. You peered your head around the hall to make sure the coast was clear before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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You woke up the next morning feeling well rested. The late night meal had helped you sleep through the night and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your interaction with a certain red head. How did he seem to be everywhere you were yesterday?

“Good morning sleepy head, sleep well?” Lucy asked, strolling out of the bathroom while drying her short hair with a towel.

“Mm, you know I actually did,” you yawned, stretching and standing up to get ready for the day.

Classes went by as they always did, and you mostly kept to yourself. While your head didn’t hurt from lack of sleep, this clear mindedness made you think better. And thinking always lead to the grief.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in front of your face as you walked back to the common room.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I totally wasn’t,” you sighed, “I’ve been such a shit friend this whole year. I’m sorry.” You frowned at your friend. She only returned it with a solemn smile.

“It’s okay Y/N. Me and Cassius both know what you’re going through. We just wish you would talk to us. Let us help you,” she pleaded, reaching out for your shoulder. You leaned into her touch.

“I know, I know. But I’ve burdened you guys enough with my tears this summer. I just need time to sort this out still. I’m going to take another walk,” Lucy frowned, “I promise I’m okay Luce. I just want to clear my head. I promise I’ll be at dinner tonight.” You turned around and waved goodbye before heading towards the exit.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N!” Lucy called after you.

The afternoon was just as sunny as yesterday. The wind had died down a bit and it felt quite pleasant out. Your legs began to wander towards the quidditch pitch. You thought the sun would feel great while laying on the benches of the stands. As you climbed the stairs up to the top, you could hear a team yelling practice drills and whizzing through the air. As you reached a spot up near the top, you finally spared a glance towards the field. Impressive plays were being made by a team sporting red jerseys. You laughed to yourself. Of course Gryffindor was practicing right now. Soon the practice began to come to an end. You layed down on the stands and basked in the warmth of the afternoon. You tried to clear your mind but the familiar sound of the brooms only made you think of your father.

“Come on, Y/N! Why don’t you try for the quidditch team?” Your dad called out as his feet hit the ground. You had scored on him again.

“I don’t have time for that,” you waved him off, smiling, “the only people who would dedicate that much time to a sport would be brutes like you!” You tease as he begins to run after you. You laugh as he picks you up and hangs you by the legs and begins to tickle you.

You sighed as you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye as you sat up.

“When will I stop missing you, dad?” You whispered, grabbing your bag to move on from the pitch. You didn’t really feel like having a sob fest in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Your legs began to carry you down the stairs and through the grounds. You kept walking a short distance until you found yourself by the lake. You sat on the shore and tried to gain your composure, but your head fell and soon you were beginning to cry. You hated crying. You had cried so much over the past few months that it took every ounce of energy that your body had mustered up from last night and drained every last drop. You tried to hold still and regulate your breathing.

“Oi, peaches, were you stalking me?” You heard a familiar voice call out from a bit up the path. You froze and tried to slyly wipe your face.

“N-no, I wasn’t Fred, I was just trying to enjoy the afternoon sun,” you tried to bite back, but your voice wavered. You didn’t even turn around to look at him.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice came closer to you and soon he was plopping himself down right next to you. You just stayed still, facing forward. You knew if you moved even an inch that a tear would fall. You pressed your lips together tightly as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry Y/N, I was only teasing,” Fred said lightly. You looked really upset. Of course this self obsessed idiot would think it was because of him. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated breath as your head fell towards your chest. The movement caused a few tears and fall onto the ground.

“I’m not upset because of you, you idiot,” you breathed out, letting one half of you smile curve upwards. But Fred wasn’t smiling. In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Hey, hey, then what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to take a look at your face. You wanted to tell him to go away. It was none of his business why you were upset. He reached up and wiped away one of your falling tears. “Com’ere,” he mumbled, suddenly wrapping his long arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You wanted to push him off you, but you seemed to lean into him, your face scrunching up one last time before releasing all the tension within your body at once. You shook with a sob as the tears now seemed to pour out of your eyes and onto Fred shirt.

You tried so hard to sniffle it all back inside, but Fred only pulled you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to console you.

“Fuck,” you sobbed and laughed into his chest before sitting up slightly, “I’m sorry.” He only chuckled at you.

“Don’t be sorry, I only want to know who made you cry so I can go kick their ass,” Fred teased, sliding his arm off of shoulders. You pursed your lips together as you look up at him.

“My dad’s dead.”

His smile immediately dropped from his face and he looked horrified. Your deadpan face fell into laughter as you sniffled.

“Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he scrambled for words, “Why are you laughing?”

“Your face is just hilarious,” you chuckled, sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your arm. He pursed his lips and looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for your loss. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” He seemed tentative to pry any further. You shook your head and stared out towards the water, but for some reason you felt like you could trust him. He clearly wanted to get to know you and you felt like he wouldn’t go blabbing around about your dead family. Oh, fuck it.

“He died in July. He was a curse breaker and you know, the job is dangerous. He’s the only family I’ve ever had. My- my mom had died when I was a baby, you know, during the war. I miss her a lot but I never even knew her…. My dad, he was my best friend,” you head dropped as you felt like crying again, “and now I’m all alone.”

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Fred said, looking at your sad face, “but I know how badly you must be hurting now. I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine your grief right now.” You held up your hand and swallowed your tears.

“Thank you for listening to me Fred. I appreciate it, but the last thing I need is for another person to feel sorry for me. My friends are worried cause I’m not happy but I just can’t burden them any longer with my sadness. I just want to feel better already…” you trail off, playing with the sand by your feet.

“You have good friends Y/N, and it’s okay to not feel happy. But if you’re looking for someone to cheer you up, you’ve come to the right guy,” he grins at you. You snort.

“Well you definitely keep me distracted.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Whatever, peaches.”

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Summary: The war is over and everyone seems to be settling into the new normal, everyone except Luna. Luna can't stop waking up her roommates with nightmares, nightmares about the horror she experienced in Malfoy Manor, the horror she can't reveal to anyone. Unable to sleep one night, she runs into a certain red-head...

Image credit to the amazingly talented @naw-sya thank you!

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Trans Lily Luna Potter

Lily was in her room. It had been an hour since she said she was going to tell her mum and dad about how she felt. She already told James and Albus and they told her they would have her back.

“You know. I always wanted a sister.” James said.

“I knew you were a girl anyway.” Albus told her. Lily smiled at her brothers comments. She had told them her secret. Now she had to tell her parents. She was 8 years old now. In just three years her Hogwarts letter would be showing up. She was worried it would have her birth name on it. With that she was worried she would have to go to the boys dorm which would be 7 miserable years for her. She had to tell them it was now or never.

“Don't worry, sis.” Albus said. “We'll back you up if you need us.”

“I don't think you will though. I have a feeling mum and dad will support you.” James also said. Lily nodded her head.

“Okay, I'm ready.” She went downstairs. Her father was waving his wand working on some spells whole her mum was using a laptop. Unlike her father her mum found muggle objects fascinating. Her Grandfather Arthur was even more amazed by them. She went down the stairs and into the room her parents were. They both noticed her and Ginny spoke first.

“Is there something you need, Remus?” Lily flinched a bit at the sound of her real name. She knew she was named after a Hogwarts professor who was friends with her father and best friends with her grandfather James Potter. Her middle name Neville was after a good friend of her father's from school who now worked at Hogwarts.

“Umm. There's something I need to tell you. Both of you. It's very important.” Harry and Ginny looked at each other before looking back at “Remus”.

“Sure, kiddo.” Harry said. “What's the problem?”

“Alright.” She sat down by her parents looking like she was ready to puke.

“Are you okay?” Ginny asked.

“I'm just nervous about what I need to tell you.” Lily gulped.

“You can tell us anything, kiddo.” Harry said.

“Well....I don't want my name to be Remus anymore.” The air was so silent that they would hear the wind outside. Harry and Ginny could also hear their other two son's breathing by the stairs but ignored it.

“You.. you want to change your name?” Harry questioned. “What do you mean? You don't like your name? We choose it for a reason.”

“I know. I know you named me after one of the heroes who fought with you. But.... it just doesn't fit. I want something more... feminine.” Harry and Ginny looked at each other. They were sure they knew what was coming next.

“Do you feel like you're really a girl?” Ginny asked. Lily was quiet a moment before nodding slightly.

“I don't wanna grow up to be like James and Albus when they do. I wanna be a mom. I want to go to school as a girl. I'm so worried the letter will have my name on it and I'll have to go there as a boy. I just can't do that. I can't imagine myself growing a beard.” Lily started crying here. Ginny took her in and hugged her. Harry put one hand on Lily's hand and another on her head.

“It's okay. Kiddo.” Harry said. “We don't let that happen. If you really feel like a girl inside than your mom and I will help you.”

“That's right. We will.” Ginny said.

“I already told James and Albus. They said they will help me.”

“Good. Tell you what. You're mom and I will floo up to the school and talk to the Headmistress about this.. I'm sure we can get it all sorted out.”

“Do you have a name you would prefer.” Ginny asked.

“Well. I was thinking since I was named after a hero of yours and a friend I could still do that.” Lily asked.

“How about Lily Luna?” Harry asked. Ginny smiled. This is the same they would have chosen if they had a daughter.

“I like that. Lily Luna. I'm Lily Luna Potter.” Lily said proudly.

“Our little Lily.” Ginny kissed her daughter.

“You'll be with me until the end?” Lily asked.

“Always.” Ginny said.

So Harry and Ginny went to Hogwarts to talk to Professor McGonagall.

“I assure you that Lily will be able to come to Hogwarts as herself. While rare we have had some students like in before. When it is time her letter will have her preferred name on it and there should be no problem with the staircase.”

“What about bullies?” Ginny asked.

“Anyone student who bullies Lily will receive a warning at first. A detention will be given and so on if the behavior continues. Teachers will also be required to use her preferred name and pronouns. She will also get to wear the girls uniform.”

“There's also the issue of her body. It can be changed with potions can it?” Harry asked.”

“Yes. But it is a long and hard process. She can take a potion that will stop puberty as soon as she starts her first year. She will probably have to wait a few years to take anything else. While she'll be disappointed being behind the other girls it's a rule by most healers that no one can take permanent body changing potions until about age 14. We'll see where things go from there.” Harry and Ginny nodded. After their meeting with the Headmistress they told Lily the news.

“So I can be a girl at school?” Lily shrieked. Her smile was big.

“Yes you can.” Ginny told Lily. “You don't have to worry about the letter, staircase, or bullies. You can also start taking potions that will stop your puberty too.” Lily hugged both her parents.

“I promise I'll be the best daughter I can be.”

“You already are, Lily. You already are.” Harry said.

[ginnympotter]

Very fluffy moment: an AU where Jily lives- ofc-and Hinny tells them about the new baby (can be any of the pregnancies)

LOVE SOME GOOD JILY LIVES FLUFF

"Why are you so nervous?" Ginny asked him, squeezing his hand as they waited by the front door. "You know they'll be happy for us, right?"

Harry shook his head. "That's the problem. They'll be too happy. Remember when we told them we were engaged?"

"Well, at least we're prepared for the dramatics," she assured him.

Just then, the door swung open, James smiling brightly at his son and daughter-in-law. "There's the most beautiful couple in the world," he proclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.

"Never prepared enough," Harry whispered to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. She giggled.

"What was that?" James asked as they broke apart.

"Nothing," Harry waved off. "Hi, Dad."

They stepped inside the Godric's Hollow cottage to see the table fully set, Lily taking out one last thing from the oven.

"Mum," Harry sighed, walking over to her. "I told you I'd help with dinner tonight."

"Don't worry about it, love," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I wanted to give you a break, I know you've been working hard."

"But I like cooking with you," he told her earnestly.

"That's sweet, Harry," Ginny interjected, patting his arm. "But let your mum mother you for the night, yeah?"

"Listen to your wife, kid," James said as he put on oven mitts and picked up a tray to bring to the table. "How are you doing, Gin?"

"Great," she said, smiling. Then, "Pregnant."

The tray slipped from James's hands and shattered to the floor. All three of them were staring at her, Harry somewhat exasperated. Being the only one not in shock, she took out her wand and cleared up the mess, the tray all put together back on the table.

Harry shook out of his stupor. "I thought we were going to tell them after dinner," he murmured.

"Sorry," she responded, though he wasn't sure she meant it. She continued to smile. "You know me. Impulsive. Felt like the right moment."

They looked back at James and Lily, both still looking stunned.

"Surprise?" Harry tried.

"I know you're both pretty young to be grandparents," Ginny said. "But if it's any consolation, you're going to be like, the coolest grandparents anybody has ever had."

The word "grandparents" seemed to do it. James started to laugh and Lily burst into tears.

"Bloody hell," James exclaimed, wrapping Ginny up in a bear hug. "You're having a baby!"

"Mum, it's okay," Harry tried, rushing over to Lily.

Lily grabbed his face and smiled brightly. "You're going to be the most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant father-"

James broke away from Ginny and looked towards his wife. "Hey, hey, hey, what am I, then?"

"The most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant grandfather?" Harry tried.

"Oh god, what do I go by? Grandpa? Grandad? Papa?"

"Absolutely not Papa," Lily intervened, wiping her tears.

"Sorry, right, that's reserved for-"

"Stop!" Harry warned, and all three of them laughed. "Why don't we sit down and eat, yeah?"

They all listened, but as soon as they started piling food on their plates, James started again. "Need name ideas? 'Cause I've got one-"

"Let me guess," said Lily. "Is it James?"

Ginny giggled.

"What?" James asked, feigning innocence. "It's a classic name!"

"We'll see," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

[albondiguilla007]

Dudley and Gracie Dursley

Soon to be Gracie Dursley was enjoying a nice afternoon cuppa with his fiancé when her whole life turned upside down.

The last couple of months had been going really well, despite her overbearing mother in law and Dudley’s tendency of closing off during stressful times.

She understood, of course.

Not all men were taught to assertively express their emotions as kids, and if the Dursley’s marriage was of any clue of her fiancé’s upbringing she was grateful for how he turned out. Dudley was a handsome, noble, honest young man, and he didn’t seem to have inherited any of his parents’ lovely attributes, except a worrisome tendency towards obesity and high blood pressure.

Gracie looked at Dudley’s carefully maintained form and sighed happily. Thankfully they were handling that.

Privet Drive Number 4 was an oppressive place, asphyxiating in all it’s florally walls and polished normalcy. She’d only visited once, and both Dudley and her agreed it had been more than enough.

Gracie took a careful sip of her cup of tea and swallowed uncomfortably, the drink still too hot. She smiled at Dudley when she found him staring at her with unconcealed fondness, and reached out to take his hand under the table.

Dudley scooped a bit closer to her and loosened his tie with his free hand. The chair squeaked loudly in the small coffee shop they were settled in, and Gracie did her best not to wince when other customers turned to glare at them. She squeezed his fingers and cleaned a nonexistent speck of dust on Dudley’s suit, her hand lingering on his thick shoulder.

Dudley hated wearing formal clothes to work every day, but it was an obligatory requirement for all insurance agents, and for better or for worse he was determined to see it through, at least until the wedding expenses were paid off.

“You want me to blow your tea off? The doctor said you shouldn’t take food too hot”

Gracie smiled at Dudley lovingly, brushing a strand of pale hair out of his face.

“It’s okay sweetheart, thank you. I’ll wait until it cools down”.

It wasn’t good for her throat and her recurrent larynx problems indeed, the doctor had said so. She thanked the small gesture though, feeling a pang of warmth radiate through her chest. When she was little she dreamed of marrying the right guy, spent hours picturing Prince Charming and all the required attributes he should have as her mother read her bedtime stories. Dudley certainly wasn’t a 6’2 foot prince coming from a fairy land ready to sweep her off her feet, all righteous nobility, sharp jawline and silky chestnut hair.

He looked at her weirdly when she softly giggled under her breath.

But he did love her as much as those Princes loved their women, and that was enough for her. Gracie thought of her mother’s smile and her soft, steady voice, and with an unexpected certainty she realized she would’ve loved Dudley too.

The waitress arrived at their table with some pastries and they set out to eat with gusto. A few minutes went by like that, comfortably silent except for the constant rustling of their teacups and forks moving around.

Suddenly a loud motorcycle roared in the street and from the corner of her eye she saw Dudley raise his head to observe the commotion. They watched through the coffee shop’s window as a gigantic bike parked in the street, the loud engine shutting off after a tense couple of seconds where the customers glared at the disruptance.

Dudley returned his attention to the food, and Gracie giggled as a new picture formed in his head. Oh, just imagining Petunia’s purple face made it worth it.

“You should learn to ride a motorcycle sweetheart”

Dudley arched an eyebrow at her and huffed with amusement.

“I’m sure mom would love that”

She was about to answer when the door rustled loudly, two people entering. Her attention zeroed on them, along with the rest of the shop’s clients. It was a couple, if the guy’s arm around the girl’s waist was of any indication.

Gracie was immediately drawn to them, how could she not? As an Art Major she was drawn to all things beautiful, and this couple radiated charisma. The man was about 5’ foot 11, messy black curls that made it seem like he’d just rolled out of bed, (or gotten a good snog), golden thin glasses and a tight leather jacket that hugged his body just right. Gracie realized they must’ve been the ones in the motorcycle, and willed her face not to blush. So she had a thing for bad boys, sue her.

The girl’s blazing red hair was cascading down her back, artfully messy from the wind and the bike’s helmet. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with her boyfriend’s caramel one, freckled arms wrapping around his neck as she threw her head back to let out a loud cackle.

He buried his head on her hair, not quite laughing, twitching instead the corner of his mouth.

Gracie saw as the woman in the table in front of her observed the couple with distaste, a frown on her face that was accurately reminiscent of her mother in law.

They continued hugging for a minute or so, quietly laughing at the other’s soft spoken whispers, and then the girl finally untangled herself from him, turning around completely.

Petunia’s lost sister gasped loudly, blushing immediately at her slip.

The girl was wearing a thin green top that showcased her athletic body, a flat stomach defined by two clear ab lines, her nipples transparent through the top.

Gracie barely contained her eye roll.

Jesus.

She tilted her head towards Dudley but promptly closed her mouth at the look on his face.

He was completely pale, wild eyes fixed on the guy in the leather jacket. Any kind of attraction Gracie could’ve felt towards him vanished when she saw the effect he was having on Dudley. His hands were badly shaking under the table, and with a wave of concern Gracie hurried to take them between hers.

“Dudley?” Her voice was a quiet whisper.

He didn’t answer, completely transfixed. The guy put a strand of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, eerily similar to Gracie’s gesture a few minutes ago. She proceeded to sit down in a table by the window and spent a few minutes staring at her surroundings with badly concealed curiosity. The guy returned from the counter and sat down besides her, completely oblivious to Dudley’s imminent breakdown.

“Dudley love, you’re staring”

Gracie gulped anxiously, softly caressing his hands.

She had no idea what was going on.

Her eyes bounced back to the other table, colliding with a pair of almond ones. The redhead smirked and tilted her head mockingly, though there was no real malice in her eyes. She turned sideways and whispered something in the guy’s ear, laughing as he huffed and followed her gaze.

Time seemed to pause for a moment.

Dudley sucked in a sharp breath. The guy was looking straight at him as all the blood drained from his face, any hint of amusement gone.

Oh how she’d love to draw those eyes

They were the most startling shade of green, two harsh emeralds hiding an ocean of contradictory emotions.

The smile had disappeared from the girl’s face. She clenched his boyfriend’s arm, her voice laced with worry.

“Harry?”

She continued looking between Dudley and him, her frown getting deeper the longer he ignored her.

Where had Gracie heard that name?

Harry stood up suddenly, shaking the table with his abruptness. He took the jacket draped over the chair and broke the intense eye contact with her fiancé, clenching his jaw.

The girl stood up immediately after him, stepping forward with caution. His eyes softened when they landed on her, and even Dudley seemed to relax when his shoulders dropped, no longer looking like an animal ready to bolt.

“Harry please, what’s going on?”

He took her hand and spoke quickly enough that Gracie didn’t catch on, ignoring the man behind the counter and basically running out of the coffee shop.

“What the hell mate! What about your drinks?!”

Gracie breathed out, relieved and utterly confused. She looked at Dudley for answers, squeezing his hand.

“Did you know that man? I’ve never seen him before”

Dudley scowled, still white as a sheet.

“Not now Gracie”

She pursed her lips in annoyance.

“But-

“Not now”

She closed and opened her mouth like a gaping fish, completely dumbfounded. Dudley took out the wallet from his coat and started putting a few pounds on the table, his movements short and aggressive. Gracie dropped the topic.

…

Dudley turned off the car and stayed still for a few minutes. His breathing was labored, like he was having a hard time getting air to his lungs. Gracie looked at him in silence, knowing it was better to wait for him to start the conversation. She was anxiously clutching her hands in her lap, trying and failing to ease the knot of nerves on her stomach.

Drops of rain were tapping against their window, a downpour of rain that had started on their way home in typical London fashion. The inside of the car was starting to cool down, and she pictured with longing their warm flat and a steaming cup of tea with some biscuits. Her mom always used to say nothing could soothe a broken heart better than a good homemade meal.

She made a mental note to call his father and see how he was holding up now that her anniversary was near.

Gracie sighed and rested her forehead against the foggy glass.

After another minute where Dudley failed to make a comment she got out of the car, too cold to stay inside with the heating off.

The ride home had been tense with unspoken words, their afternoon out decidedly ruined. She loathed the couple for spoiling the rare quality time they had together, knowing how strained the relationship between Dudley and his boss was, and his reluctance to ask for days off.

Gracie heard him get out of the car, fumbling with the flat’s key. She loathed him too, from time to time. Didn’t he know she was there for him unconditionally? That he could say anything and she’d still be willing to work it out?

The wait in the elevator was awkward, and Gracie was uncomfortably aware of the droplets of water trailing down her back.

She sighed with relief when the doors finally opened on the seventh floor. She stepped out into the carpeted floor with Dudley at her heels, until a short gasp made her look up.

Gracie stopped abruptly and Dudley stumbled against her, eliciting a laugh out of the girl standing at their doorstep.

It was the one from the coffee shop, wearing her long hair in a high ponytail and a brown coat too large for her small frame, but the same girl all together. She twisted her mouth in a wry smile, observing them carefully.

“Surprise, I guess”

Dudley recovered faster than she did, stepping around protectively with a grim look on his face.

“What are you doing in my home?”

The redhead’s eyebrows shot up, something like surprise and anger crossing her face before it went blank. She took two steps forward and shook Gracie’s hand.

“I’m Ginny, nice to meet you”

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[rmwb-fanfics]

Happy Birthday, Ginny Weasley! Here's a one-shot for you: 

Synopsis: Not a year after Percy rights his wrongs, Ginny follows in his footsteps.

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Guys this isn't my best work lmao.

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

Just for fun, I decided to expand this hinny microfic that I wrote into a longer one-shot!

Summary: In a quiet moment after the war, Ginny finds Harry stargazing at the Burrow. They talk about lost family members, love that persists, and the way forward.

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