#lee jordan fanfiction

[iconicstoner]

shut up…and kiss me

gn!reader x george weasley

words: 1121

summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they can’t help but find one of them so lovable.

“It’s every day with these stupid pranks.”

“You don’t have to take the fun out of everything,” Lee says with a grin. We’re sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.

“I just want to pass this class. I shouldn’t have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.” Lee rolls his eyes, but I don’t feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but I’d been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.

“In their defense, I don’t think they’ve ever blown up an entire classroom.”

“Yet,” I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because we’re about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say it’s because they’re getting more deranged.

“Awe, you don’t like our pranks?” I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fred’s head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. It’d be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasn’t so terrifying.

“We just want to entertain the masses.” I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. He’s closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.

“Well, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they don’t seem to be having much fun,” Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.

“You don’t like our pranks?” Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.

“That’s just pitiful,” George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As I’m contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.

“Time to go, Feorge?” Fred asks his twin.

“We have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,” George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that they’re maniacs grows rapidly.

“I have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,” I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.

“I have never understood how you and George aren’t dating yet.” I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m interested in that miscreant.”

“Well, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and let’s not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just passionate about quidditch,” I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes I’m serious, his smile drops.

“If you were passionate about quidditch, you’d be dating Wood, not drooling over George.”

“Hey! I do not drool,” I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, since you’re so passionate about quidditch, let’s go study by the pitch,” he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.

As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because I’d usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. He’s taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.

“Now, go talk to him,” Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. It’s a song I’ve never heard before, but I can tell it’s French, and I can tell that it’s the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.

“How did you manage this?”

“I had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,” he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and I’m impressed he worked something like this out.

“How’d you convince Wood to go for that?” My question is just louder than a whisper so I don’t disrupt the music as we continue to dance.

“I’m going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,” he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. “I love to be near you,” he continues, “as crazy as I might sound, I wouldn’t want to love anyone but you.” My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.

“As stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldn’t want to spend a second away from you,” I admit. It’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say out loud, but I’m happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didn’t say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, he’s already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.

“So, would it be safe to say we’re dating now?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.

“I think it would be safe to say that,” I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

DENSE

Summary: Yule Ball is right around the corner and you still haven't found a date. Or at least decided on asking someone as a date. But your heart is set on a certain redhead who just isn't taking a hint and is as dense as a rock.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Song: Must be Love by Laufey

Warning: fluff, anxiety rant (reader stressed with school)

Word count: 4.8k+

A/n: honestly I started this around February this year and forgot about it... yeah that bad. I wanted to get it out of my system since it's been there for a while. This was actually meant to be part of my serendipity book but i still havent written the other chapters but I really like this chapter. Either way I hope you lovelies will enjoy it, Happy holidays<3333

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Everyone was ecstatic from the announcement of the Yule ball. It was the first ever dance they were to have at the school and everyone was already starting off their plans on what to wear and who to go with. With the Triwizard tournament at hand, you were glad there was something to take your mind off the stress.

Training and helping Harry through all of the practices were starting to wear you out.

At the moment, all of you were in the Great hall simply studying. You were nearly done with your assessment when from the corner of your eye, you spot Fred throwing a piece of paper towards his younger brother.

Ron raised his head up in annoyance, wondering why his brother would want to disturb him. He opened the ball of crumpled paper and read the words "you better get a move on or else there won't be any girl to ask to be your date." Or something like that, he only skimmed through it.

Ron gave Fred an annoyed stare, "Who are you going to the Yule ball with then?"

Fred crossed his arms and sent Ron a smirk, "Well, I still have to ask them. I’m thinking on doing it really soon,"

Your ears prick up at his words. He's planning on asking someone else to the ball? Of course he'd be going with someone but you had always hoped it would be you.

Your heart sank at the mere thought he was going to ask someone else to the Yule ball.

Ron looked surprised, he thought that Fred had already asked you but he was wrong. He looked towards you, seeing you leaned over your assessment, looking like you didn't care to pay mind to what he and Fred were talking about. But in truth, you did care, you cared a whole lot.

"How about you Y/n? Who are you going with? Lots of guys have been asking you lately, it shouldn't be too hard to choose one." Ron asked, not knowing that this was sparking a little jealousy in Fred.

You looked up from your paper and looked at Ron. You saw the worried glances Harry and Hermione were sending your way.

"I won't tell you cause it's a surprise." You whispered back with a wink before looking back down on your activity.

Fred tensed up at your words, it sounds like you already accepted to be someone’s date. He didn't want to pry on who it was in case he might get his heart even more broken, but of course, curiosity got the best of him.

"Really? Why am I only hearing of this now?" Fred asked.

"Well technically they haven't asked me yet so I'm going to ask them instead." You replied courtly.

Fred seemed perplexed. They haven't asked her to the ball yet? What an idiot. Oh god wait, is she planning on asking that Beauxbatons girl? No she wouldn't, she would have told me.

"...so who's the lucky girl- or guy?" Fred stumbled on his words as he leaned in. He really wanted to know who it was, even if it was at the expense of his own feelings.

You look at him with a grin, trying to mask the slight nervous breakdown you were having within. It was ironic that he was asking about this especially since it was him you were talking about.

"I'm not telling you who it is, Freddie. Like I said, it's a surprise." You state as you finish up your assessment.

"Oh come on, you don't need to tell me their name. Maybe give me some clues? Like which school they're going to-"

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing how stubborn he was going to be about this. "Well that would just narrow down your possible choices."

He started shaking your arm like a child asking their parents for a sweet in a sweet shop. "Come on, just tell me."

You shook your head and laughed at his dramatics. "Fred, you should finish up your activity."

"Hey, don't change the subject." Fred pointed out.

"You're not gonna do it till I tell you, huh?" You said with an unimpressed stare.

"Nope. Now can you at least tell me one thing?" He urged on.

You let out a sigh as you went deep in thought. Do you really want to help him in finding out who it is or leave him to his madness. You decided on the first choice. It wasn't like he was gonna figure out it's him.

"They're studying here at hogwarts."

"...Yeah, that totally narrows down the choices." Fred sighed. "Which house are they in?"

You chuckled, "like I'd tell you that. That would make it too obvious."

Hermione laughed from the other side. "Y/n, even if you say what house they're in, I don't think they'll be able to figure out who it is."

You thought about it for a second and realized she had a point. "Huh, you're right." You agreed with a chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mea- you know what, I don't wanna know. What I do wanna know is, who this person is." Fred was adamant at finding out who the mystery person was, and it was starting to make you nervous that he might actually figure it out.

He sat up once he found an alternative solution to his predicament. "Oh, I know, I'll name a bunch of people, and you tell me if they're the person. Okay?"

"What if I lied and said no even if they were the person I was going to ask to the ball?" You smirked, which was only returned with an unimpressed glare.

Fred was about to say something but decided against it. "I'll just do it anyways… is it Diggery."

You shook your head a no.

"Draco?"

You cringed at the thought, no offense to Draco. Besides you knew he had his eyes in a certain Gryffindor. "Godric no, he's already planning on going with someone else."

Both Harry"s and Fred's eyes seemed to widened at the statement, Harry seemed even more surprised.

They both yelled out in unison, "He is?!”

Snape went in to scold the two for their outburst. Removing 5 house points from each of them. Causing the surrounding students to send their glares towards the two.

“Yes he is! Now hush the both of you!” You scolded as you continued with your work.

“Right, I shouldn't get distracted… How about that Freya girl?" He spoke her name in doubt, scared that he might be right.

You chuckled at the mention of her name, "No, she's going with her girlfriend."

Fred's heart settled at the realization, abit shocked by the new information but he was delighted to have that thought settled in his mind. That means you weren't going to act on your childhood crush. But then the thought entered his mind that it meant you were planning on going with someone else, someone he wasn't aware of.

"How about… Neville?"

"Already going with someone."

"Dean?"

"He plans on asking someone else."

"Zabini?"

"Nice guy but no."

"Nott?"

"He's going stagg."

"I don't know why I'm even asking this but, how about Lee?"

You immediately shook your head a no.

Lee perked up from his seat at the mention of his name. "Huh? I heard my name, what's going on."

George leaned over and told Lee about the situation.

"Ohhh, I see." Lee chuckled, "this is going to be fun." He whispered back.

"Godric...well uh, is it Louis?" Fred guessed. At this point he didn't know who else could be the possible match.

"No. He is a good option but no." You simpered on, wondering where this conversation was going to take you.

"I give up on doing this, just answer my questions." Fred continued. "Do you talk to them everyday?"

The question seemed vague enough for him to not know who so it didn't hurt to answer him. “Yes,”

Fred went deep in thought, why did he even choose this question? "Who would you be talking to that I wouldn't know about...

You all chuckled to hear his words, he may seemed to be really observant when it came to you but completely oblivious at the same time.

"Oh wow Fred, you take note of who y/n talks to everyday?" George teased, though Fred didn't really see it that way.

"So what? I'm with her almost all the time, I would know who she'd be talking to." Fred explained.

"You aren't with her all the time. What about during class hours?" Hermione stated.

Fred looked dumbfounded, he didn't think of that.

Harry leaned over to you, making sure no one else heard him other than you, "I wonder how long it's going to take for him to realize it's him."

"Give it 2-3 business days." You replied with a chuckle.

Fred turned back to you with another question in mind. "What does their name start with?"

You shook your head with a chuckle. "I'm not going to answer that."

"Ugh, fine. Are they taller than you?"

You laughed at his question, "Yes." By a lot.

"That question doesn't even help. Lots of people are taller than Y/n." Harry commented earning a smack on the head from you. You caught Fred laugh at his joke which you used to your advantage.

You gasped and feigned an insulted look, "Okay, ouch. I was just thinking about telling you who it was but I changed my mind." You scooted away, with a false pout.

Fred laughed, trying to pull you back to him by pulling you by the waist. "I'm only joking, love."

You replied with an eye roll, trying to conceal the grin that slowly crept onto your lips.

You began packing your things before facing Fred again, "Seeing as you're not doing the activity, I'm going to go and spend the rest of the period outside."

“Oh come on, tell me who it is.” Fred stated with a pout as he theld onto your hand to keep you from leaving.

“Like I said before, no.” You replied with a teasing grin before grabbing the rest of your things.

You stood up from your seat and handed in your paper to Snape. He seemed to have been listening in on your conversation. He seemed to find your conversation quite amusing.

"If that Weasley boy doesn't ask you soon, I think it's better you accept Diggery's offer." He suggested in his usual monotone voice but there was this spark of interest in his eyes on the topic which surprised you.

“Professor Snape!” You laughed, surprised by this side of your professor.

“I'm just saying,” He simply shrugged before walking off with your work.

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The following day was hectic, more so than usual.

Most of the classes were finishing up their lessons so that during the holiday break you'd all be free from the burdens of school work. But it didnt help when they just piled more school work over the other to cram everything in one go.

Things seemed worse for you since you had decided to take up more classes this year. Not just that, but you somehow tangled yourself into becoming a some sort of charm fixer for the younger years whenever they'd mess up a spell.

And because Harry got himself stuck with being a triwizard champion for Hogwarts. You had to help him with spells and charms just so he could survive the challenges. You wouldn't be able to to live with yourself if anything were to happen to him under your watch.

As the holiday's were approaching, the only decent things about your schedule was the dance classes in between subjects. You had already learned how to waltz when you were a girl. Your parents weren't ones to host glamorous balls but your grandparents were. You had fond memories of your dance classes during your summers spent abroad. Twirling endlessly in studios till your head wouldn't stop spinning.

McGonagall appeared at the front of the hall and cleared her throat to call the attention of the crowd. "find your partners everyone, we will begin shortly."

Everyone began scattering across the room searching for their partners. You had the tendency to switch partners every now and then since the boys kept asking if you could show them the steps to the dance. You didn't mind, even if it meant getting your toes stepped on every now and again.

As you looked across the room, you wondered who you would be dancing with this time. Your own question was answered when your hand was suddenly grabbed and you were twirled around to be flush against someone's chest.

"Freddie!" You laughed, the wind was nearly knocked out of you from the sudden turn.

"You don't mind having this dance with me, do you love?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a grin, "No, I don't mind at all."

Your hands were intertwined as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his hand grasped your waist. There was no tense atmosphere compared to the other boys who always seem to stray away from their confident selves when around you. But not Fred, no. He was always his true self around you.

The music began playing and echoed through the hall. Light footsteps pattered across the floor as people tried to find their footing. Some seemed to struggle more than others but that wasn't the case for you and Fred.

The two of you danced across the floor in sync. The two of you paid little mind to everything around you as you both were lost in your own world. Like your heart harmonised with the beat of his heart and that was the only rhythm you guys needed to dance.

"You've improved since the last time we've danced." You teased as you continued your steps.

Fred rolled his eyes at the memory of his poor attempt at trying to dance the waltz with you during one of your grandparents balls. He didn't exactly want to be there in the first place let alone dance a waltz he's never learned. But he didn't want to leave you there alone either. You wanted to dance, so he danced with you.

"Careful, I might step on one of your toes again." He taunted as he went along with your teasing.

You shook your head with a laugh. You had hoped that he would be your date for the ball. When he accompanied you to your grandparents' ball, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Though he stepped on your toes once or twice, it was all worth it. Especially when around the end, the two of you were left alone out in the gardens to stargaze the rest of the night.

Maybe, just maybe he would ask you to the ball.

Fred knew from your silence, you were stuck in thought. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Your eyes snapped back to him, "Who?"

"The one you're taking to the ball." He replied almost in a whisper. At this point he wondered if he should still be asking about who it is. Is he really going to subject himself to this hurt?

Your eyes softened at his question. "Freddie..." you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that the guy you most desperately want to go to the ball with was him. But you were too scared to do so. Godric forbid you had any bravery left in you to tell him your true feelings.

You could casually ask him to the ball. Make nothing of it. To go as friends. But something in your gut told you that if you went together, things would be different. Things were different.

You weren't just little kids anymore. You were both at that stage in your life where love and relationships were the main focus of everyone's lives. If you screw up things with Fred, you'd probably spiral into a mess.

"You don't have to tell me. Just make sure to save me a dance, alright?" You could feel the defeat sink into his voice. But before you could do anything about it you were pulled away by another person to continue the waltz.

You caught a glimpse of Fred and you could feel your heart start breaking. You wanted to tell Fred but was it really worth the cost?

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It had been two days since Fred had questioned you about the mystery guy and you thought he just dropped the topic and forgot, but you were wrong.

Truth was, it was all he could think about. He didn't even try to ask you to go with him to the ball that day because he was scared he was going to get shot down.

And if you were being honest, he was all you could think about too. Not just on the fact that he was so adamant at knowing who the mystery person was, but also because he too had someone on his mind on who to ask for the ball.

If there was already someone he planned on asking, why even bother asking him to be your date to the ball? You felt hopeless and most of all, stupid for ever thinking you had a chance at asking Fred to the ball.

These thoughts consumed you to the point you didn't even want to try to sleep anymore. You just laid there on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Eventually you got hungry and tired of your own thoughts.

You got up from your bed and slowly crept away from the girl's dormitory, being careful not to wake anyone up, especially Stark. Godric knows how grumpy that cat gets when he gets woken up. You didn't currently have the map with you since it was with Harry but you didn't mind. You've basically engraved the school's layout in your mind.

You eventually reached the portrait and got out. It wasn't totally pitch black but it would help to have a little light help guide your way.

As you walked through the empty hallways, you couldn't help but think about all the things that were troubling you these last few days. I guess lots of things have been bothering you lately. You didn't exactly know where to start.

The thought that Harry was constantly being placed out into the line of danger and you not being able to help him is killing you. You have always been there to protect him and help him out but with the stupid Triwizard tournament rules getting in your way, you can't do anything about it.

Your stroll eventually led up to the kitchens, quickly grabbing a few snacks and bidding daisy and the other elves goodbye before going around the castle again. You missed these peaceful silences.

In all honesty you were suffocating from all of the school work and activities brought by the Triwizard tournament. You may not have been part of them but your professors seemed to have the impression that you were capable of handling lots of extra school tasks.

Like helping lead the class in dance classes in preparation for the Yule ball since you had experience in ball dancing. Assisting in charms classes in the lower years in your free time. Being a sort of ambassador for the foreign students seeing as you can speak French and russian. As if already having to deal with your normal studies and Quidditch wasn't enough.

You liked that they thought of you as a responsible student but you were juggling so many things that you rarely had the time for anything fun anymore. While your friends were off pranking, you were stuck helping second years undo charms that went wrong. While Kayla, Pansy and Mione were doing their usual "book club" sessions, you were busy helping Harry figure out how to do certain spells.

Your mind was so wrapped up in all your worrying that you didn't even realize that your footsteps led you to Monty. You grinned at the sight of the tree.

"Hello old friend." You greeted as you sat at the root of the tree.

You snacked on your food as you contemplated in silence. Though the tight feeling was still present in your chest, it felt comforting to be in a place that made you feel safe.

You leaned your head back on the tree and looked up at the star covered sky. You missed star-gazing. With all of the chaos, you haven't been able to star-gaze in a while.

Like a gush of fresh air passing you, you knew a presence was nearby. One that you were all too well familiar with.

You turned your head to look at him with a light grin. There he stood in his plaid pajamas and initial sweater.

"How come you always manage to find me?" You asked, tilting your head with a chuckle.

"I should be the one asking why you're always wandering off, in the middle of the night no less." Fred replied as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there quietly; looking up at the stars, mostly lost in thought. That was until Fred decided to break the silence.

"Why are you up so late? I know you don't usually sleep early but even 3 am is a stretch for you.” Fred stated as he pointed at his watch. ”What's on your mind, Carrington?"

A concerned look fell on your face, you didn't realize that much time passed already. You let out a sigh, you knew you were going to end up exhausted the next day.

"Honestly?" You inquired.

Fred nodded at you with sincerity, he had all his attention focused on you.

You sighed and suddenly the words just poured out of you, "it's just… so much is happening and I don't know how to deal with it all. I have to assist the younger years in charms, quidditch training, normal classes, foreign students and- il se passe trop de choses et j'ai l'impression que je vais pleurer et crier mais-" (too much is happening and i feel like I'm going to cry and scream but-). You paused, forgetting that Fred didn't know a lick of French.

"Fuck sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You apologized as you sunk your face into your hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Just keep going. I'll listen, even though I don't understand a single word of french. I'll be here to listen." He replied as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

You nodded as you continued on in your rant, the words were all coming out like a broken dam. "It's just that so much is going on and pour l'amour de la merde, you'd think they'd give a 4th year a break. I feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down every minute but I won't let myself go because there's still so much meant to be done."

You haven't really told anyone about how stressed you've been feeling lately and it felt so great to actually tell someone. Fred nodded along as he listened to you. There was this look on his face, as though he hung on every word you said, regardless if it was in a foreign language.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry you've been doing all that work. They should be paying you at this point. Is there anything I can do to lessen the load?" Fred asked as he brushed and stroked your hair.

You sighed and closed your eyes, "unfortunately, no."

He tilted his head, as if not believing what you said. “Are you absolutely sure? Cause you know me, I can give Minnie and Alby a piece of my mind.”

“Thanks for the offer but I'm sure I can handle it." You leaned your head on his shoulder in defeat.

"I know you can, but it doesn't mean you have to." He replied, rubbing his hand over your arm.

All these years, he's been by your side through it all. Through all the Voldemort nonsense, through the injuries, through the nightmares, everything.

"Freddie." You whispered.

"Yeah, love?" He replied.

"Thank you."

He faced you with this puzzled look, "For what?"

You gave him a simple shrug, thinking the answer was already obvious. "For just being there for me."

Fred's features softener and pulled you in closer to his side. "Anything for you, darling. You know that."

“I do…I hope you know the same applies to you.” You replied as you looked up at him.

“I do.” He nodded as he looked up at the stars. They were incredibly bright tonight, he wondered if you always wandered out here just to look at the stars to clear your head. That would explain why he would always find you here.

“When was the last time we went stargazing together?”

You grinned at the memory, “last summer when we went camping on the reserve.”

“We should do it again.” He replied, his eyes still glued to the stars.

You look at him with a cheek aching smile, “yeah, we should.” He may have meant the stars in the sky, but to you, it meant the freckles that were scattered across his cheeks like constellations. Those were the stars you were willing to spend endless nights studying.

“Can we just look at the stars while they're still out?” He laced his fingers between yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Okay.” You replied, snuggling yourself closer to Fred to get comfy as you looked up at the sky.

And that's what you both did till dawn came. The sky twisting in colors of peach and purple as the sun slowly rose over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a quiet morning, and for once your mind was quiet too.

Maybe it had something to do with the boy whose shoulder you were resting your head on or the peaceful ambience the morning brought you. You didn't really care, you were happy and that was it.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence flow through you. It could have been your mind lacking sleep but everything that was holding you back from telling Fred about your feelings just flew out the window.

You wanted to tell him, and you wanted to tell him now.

You sat up and turned to Fred in a rushed motion. Your movements startled the boy but he was left waiting for whatever you were about to do.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked you, surprisingly not as sleepy as you expected him to be.

“Remember what I said about that person I was going to ask to the Yule ball?” You hesitated with your words. You weren't even sure if you were thinking straight. You prayed that whatever words formed in your head would be the right words to say to Fred.

Fred tensed at your words. He nodded slightly, hoping that the next words that would leave your mouth wouldn't hurt too much.

“Well…” You felt your throat go dry but you were already in too deep, you had to commit. “To tell you the truth, they're really really really dense. And honestly I don't even know why they would even want to go with me if the opportunity presented itself but-.”

Fred's forehead creased at your words, who wouldn't want to go with you to the ball? That would be like turning down the chance to enter heaven. “Why'd you think that, love? Anyone lucky enough to even be in your sights should be thanking God or whatever force for putting you on this earth.”

You felt your cheeks go bright red and your heart beat ten times faster. You weren't even sure if you could have controlled it with Fred's words just pouring out of his mouth like they just came to him naturally. He didn't even stop there. Once he started he couldn't stop.

“I mean look at you, I don't think I can think of anyone else in the whole entire world that could even come close to how perfect you are. I mean sure, you're basically a night owl with how little you sleep because you'd rather read than have a decent amount of sleep,”

You laughed at his little comment, shoving him slightly in the shoulder, but that didn't stop him from continuing his rant.

“You literally land in the hospital wing every week or so because you'd rather put yourself in harm's way than others. And you don’t even like sharing your cookies but you still do. You even ask your grandmother to send more cookies just so you can share more of them. All these things I just listed down are just more reasons why you’re perfect- and why I love you.” He let those words slip past his lips so quickly he barely even registered them. By the time he realized what he said he knew he couldn't take them back, nor did he want to.

“And yes, I love you… and not just in a friend way but the “I love you so much that if you're not around I can't breathe and the mere thought that you probably like someone else is killing me”... way.”

You were left speechless. You felt like a complete idiot at that moment. You both were fools from the start. How couldn't you have seen the signs?

He was the only one there for you when no one else was. That time you landed in the hospital wing after a full moon incident from helping your uncle moony, he was the one who stayed by your side all those nights.

When you got a cold after a snowball fight with the Weasley’s over the holidays, Fred visited you nearly everyday at the Manor to check on you before he too caught a cold. Then it was your turn to take care of him.

When you got detention from getting caught for a prank you pulled, Fred got himself detention so you wouldn't be alone.

Fred felt his chest tighten at the silence, you haven't said a thing in the last few seconds and it was terrifying. “I know you probably don't feel the same-”

Finally, you snapped out of your self inflicted scolding and reached over with one hand to keep you up and the other on Fred cheek. “My god you are dense.” with that, your lips crashed into his and suddenly everything fell into place.

All the years of pining. All the endless hours of you avoiding and hiding your feelings when all along, the both of you were just too scared of saying how you felt.

His hand slipped over to your cheek while his other hand gripped your waist. He couldn't even process his thoughts about what was happening. Was this actually real? Was this a dream? Was he even awake?

His thoughts were silenced when you pulled away just slightly to let out a small whisper, something that was meant for him and him alone, “I love you too.”

A grin grew on Fred's lips, going up ear to ear. It felt like hearing your favorite song for the first time. You loved him. He couldn't believe it. Fred pulled you in for another kiss but it was difficult from how he just couldn't stop smiling.

“Really?” He asked, his voice heavy with bliss and giddiness. It was like the whole world just lit up for him. He really couldn't believe it.

You let out a light laugh at the sight, “Yes, really.” Before placing a peck on his lips.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked again, this time with a smirk and his usual tone of arrogance. Sure he still couldn't fully wrap his head around the thought that you, the girl of his dreams, actually loved him back. But that still didn't stop him from teasing the living daylights out of you.

You pondered on the question further, knowing how Fred loved to play this game. Your silence only furthered the fun when Fred began to grow impatient. “On second thought…”

Fred let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to his lap, “Nice try love. You've already said the words. You can't take them back.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly before facing him with a cheek aching grin, “oh no, what shall I ever do?” You replied with feigned fear before letting out another laugh.

Fred leaned over to your cheek, his nose barely grazing over the surface of your cheek. “How about I take you to the ball as…your boyfriend?”

You pulled away with a grin, "Are you sure?”

Fred looked off into the distance and tapped his finger over his chin, “Hmmm, you know on second thought-”

You let out a laugh before resting your hands at the back of his neck, “Nuh uh, you already said the words, Freddie. You can't take them back.” You repeated his words back to him with a smirk.

He pulled you in for another kiss to wipe away that smirk. But he then pulled away, just slightly, “You have my heart, love. I don't think I'll be able to take that back either.”

Feeling the blush rush up to your cheeks, you could only hide your flustered state in the crook of his neck. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Don't get shy on me now, love.” Fred spoke as he hugged you tight. He thought that this was just too good to be true. He thought that maybe if he didn't hold on tight enough, all of this would cease to exist and reveal itself to be a dream.

You lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, only to feel the heat rush back to your cheeks. Seeing as the sun was rising up already, the blush was much more evident on your cheeks.

Fred looked at you with a soft smile, it was finally sinking in. He was finally yours, and you were finally his. And though the two of you may be dense, Godric knows Fred is never going to let you forget he loves you.

"I love you so much."

[ilovesmussy]

WOULD YALL READ A FIC WHERE DURING EIGHTH YEAR THE GOLDEN TRIO WORK TOGETHER TO REVIVE FRED AND IT ACTUALLY WORKS??? GEORGE WOULD BE SUPER DEPRESSED BUT HE GETS BETTER WHEN FRED COMES BACK

ALSO SHIPS CAUSE THIS IS AN EIGHTH YEAR FANFIC RIGHT AFTER THE WAR

PERCY REBUILDS HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FAMILY AND ALL THAT OTHER GOOD STUFF

CHECK TAGS

[amandinemoon]

Drunk Lee : "Fred" "Fred" *laught* Fred Fred Fred Fred, I like your name.

Drunk Fred : Thank you, I got it for my birthday-

[majesty31]

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 | 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 ����𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒄 𝑰 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐𝒌

Breaking up with George was one of the hardest things you ever had to do. But the way his face fell after the words left your lips was even harder. You loved him, more then even yourself and that’s what scared you. You would do anything for him, even if it meant to break his heart to keep him safe and alive.

It didn’t surprise you when your father joined back with the dark lord, seeing as he was a death eater back when you were a child. But what did surprise you was when he forced you to join as well, forced you to take the dark mark and betray everyone you loved. Your heart broke when they started using your friendship with Harry Potter against you.

So you had to cut ties with everyone you loved that could be used against you, including George. But he knew better. He knew you wouldn’t just break up with him over nothing, knew you wouldn’t just push away all of your friends over nothing. So every chance he got he would try and get you to tell the truth.

"You can’t just ignore me!" You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly turning around to face the most beautiful boy you knew. His fits were clenched along with his jaw, his hair was a mess and it looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. He slowly stepped closer. "Please Y/N," his voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as you tried your best to keep your own tears in. "Talk to me please,"

At this point he was already right in front of you, making you look up at him with a blank look in your eyes. You had to make it believable. You had to make it seem as if you didn’t love him anymore. "What do you want Weasley," he took in a sharp breath at the name but pushed it away, taking your cold hands into his own warm ones. You tried to get them out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. "Let me go,"

"No. Not until you tell me why you broke up with me! And don’t give me some bullshit about how you don’t love me anymore because I know that’s a pile of rubbish," his voice was raising, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Ever since you came back this year you’ve been different, distant and not just with me but with all of your friends," he paused. "Did something happen over the summer?"

"Yes George something did happen, I found out that I didn’t love you anymore okay. I found out that I don’t need any of them anymore. I found out that I don’t need you anymore," he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes as he closed them, taking a breath.

"That’s not true and we both know that,"

"Yes it is. Can’t you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth!"

"You can’t just fall out of love with me that quickly. I don’t believe that and I won’t," the look he gave you made you want to forget all of the reasons of why he needed protecting and just fall into his arms, but you couldn’t.

"Well you need to George. Because I don’t love you," You paused, his eyes finding yours. "Didn’t your brother ever worn you about falling in love with a Slytherin? Maybe you should have listened," you pulled your hands away from his and moved closer to him. "I could never love a Weasley, a dirtyblood, a redhead," with that you walked away, leaving George standing where you had left him, tears falling from his eyes as he watched you walk away with a broken heart.

You ran as fast as you could towards the girls room, trying to get away from George before falling to the ground, the tears you were trying your hardest to keep in finally falling down your face. You put your hands in front of your mouth, hating yourself for what you had said. For things your didn’t mean and for things that you loved about him. You wanted to scream, scream at the world. Why had it chosen you, why had your father forced the mark on you. You were only 17.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice call. But you didn’t care if she saw you like this at this point. You barely saw Hermione run in, fear and worry covering her face as she fell in front of you. Her arms reaching out for you and soon she had you pulled into a hug. One that you didn’t fight. "I saw George before I came in," hearing his name made your cries louder. She didn’t say anything more, his face covered in tears gave her the confirmation she needed to know what this was about.

So she just sat there with you. Letting you cry your heart out. She wouldn’t let go of you for a second not until you slowly started pulling away. Even if you wanted to cry you couldn’t, all of your tears had dried out. Hermione rubbed your shoulder as you sat in front of her, looking at the floor with absolutely no emotions.

~~~

That night you woke up screaming, a burning sensation on your arm making tears stream down your face. Your breathing was heavy as you looked around, thanking Godric himself that you were in the common room. You covered your mouth before you could let out another scream, the burning becoming worse by the second. You made your way out of the common room and to the bathrooms. Turning on the cold water and putting your arm underneath, tears once again falling from your face once the burning died down. But it didn’t last long and soon it was back.

You pulled your arm away from the water, a broken sob leaving your mouth as the pain shot through your body. You left the dungeons, thinking that fresh air would maybe die down the pain, even for a little bit. You walked down the empty and dark hallways holding your arm in one hand, soon coming to a compete stop once you saw Fred, George, Harry and Professor Umbridge.

"As I’ve told you once before Mr. Potter naughty children deserve to be punished," And with that she walked away. You tried to keep the sob in once your arm started burning again but you couldn’t, making all three of the boys turn towards you. You clutched your arm closer but immediately regretted it because of your body heat. George gazed down at your arm, concern forming in his eyes as he slowly walked towards you.

"Y/N what happened?" He asked, worry written all over his face. "Did Umbridge do something?" You shook you head, tears falling from your eyes as you pulled your arm to your chest.

"Don’t come any closer," You warned but he didn’t listen. Fred and Harry, seeing that this was a conversation not meant for their ears, took the little boy and left the two of you alone. Both throwing you concerned glances before they disappeared behind a corner.

"Let me see," George said, bringing your focus back on him as he gently tried taking your arm but you pulled away and took a step back. "Y/N please let me help. If your hurt I can help," You shook your head. A small cry leaving your lips as the burning started again.

George’s eyes grew with fear, pulling your arm away from your chest and revealing your mark. He said nothing as he looked at your arm in disbelief. Taking in short breaths before his gaze met yours, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“What- is this?" He asked, hurt laced in his voice as he looked down at you, betrayal written all over his face. “Is this why you’ve cut everyone off?” He let go of your arm.

“Yes,” Was the only answer you gave making George look at you with disbelief before he backed away, trying to process this.

“You-“ he paused taking in a breath, his voice slightly trembling. “Your with him? The man who murdered hundreds of people, including your best friends parents might I add,” You bit the inside of your cheek trying to keep the tears in. But you couldn’t say anything, not when the man you loved looked at you as if you were a trader.

“Y/N say something,” when he saw the tears in your eyes and your trembling figure he slowly moved towards you. Lifting your Chen with his finger making your eyes meet his. “Was this at your own free will?” You stayed quite for a moment, trying to remove the lump in your throat.

“No,” You ended up mumbling, the tears in your eyes fully falling down your face. “My father-“ you cut yourself off as your voice cracked, lips trembling and trying to finish your sentence without bursting into tears. “He forced me to take the mark,”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"How could I? What would you think of me since I now carry the dark mark. I’m disgusted with it myself and how would you see-" You looked at the floor once again, your voice trembling with every word you spoke. "Would you still love me the same-"

"Yes. I would and do love you the same. I don’t care about any mark on your body even if it’s the dark lords mark," He spoke, making your eyes meet his. "I love you Y/N and nothing in the world will ever change that," You shook your head trying to pull away from him.

"No George, I’m trying to keep you safe-"

"I don’t need to be kept safe. Not by you breaking up with me," He paused, his eyes roaming over your face. "Being with you is what keeps me safe. Your my safe place and without that I crumble," You breath hitched. "I need you," He whispered. Tears filled in your eyes as you took in his words. His eyes flickered down towards your lips before he slowly leaned in, taking your lips into his own.

You melted into the kiss, tears streaming down your face as he tilted his head. The passion you felt in the kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. It was slow and full of love, a kind of love George only ever slowed towards you. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your cheek as he gently pulled you closer. George has always been gentle with you but this was different . He was handling you as if you were glass, something that could slip through his finger and break.

~~~

That night you spent in George’s dorm, cuddled up on his bed with your head on his chest trying your best to keep your cries in. The burning had only gotten worse, and at this point you knew it was some sort of punishment for telling George.

But their was nothing you could do.

George hearing your silent cries, wiped away your tears before bringing your face up to meet his, his lips connecting with your own. You relaxed into the kiss as your lips moved with his. A sigh leaving your mouth as he got on top of you. You brought your free hand up to his hair, gently tangling them into his soft orange locks. His tongue brushed your bottom lip before moving it completely into your mouth and you welcomed it by pulling him closer towards you.

He soon broke the kiss by moving his lips over your jaw before finding your neck, gently kissing and sucking on the skin. Your head tilted back giving him more access as a sigh left your mouth. Your hand still in his hair as he left a small mark on your neck. Tears started forming in your eyes again once the burning started. George feeling your body tense moved his lips over towards your now burning mark.

He slowly started kissing up your arm, the feeling of his lips made your mind slowly forget about the pain. He gave your shoulder one last kiss before his lips found yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he softly bit you bottom lip and just like that the pain had left you completely. George took your hand in his as his lips again made way to your neck.

The rest of the night was filled with love and passion. And that maybe this love was the one where it saved the both of you. You were always told that love was weakness and while that was true you learned that love was also strength and that strength overcame the weakness.

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 22- Happy Endings- Lee Jordan

warnings: sex, male receiving oral, male masturbation, naked massaging, female receiving oral, 69.

You were wandering the courtyard when you heard the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan talking.

“If Gryffindor win the quidditch cup ,I’ll….. , I’ll….”

You were already sick of the opposing team hype and you were secretly wanting to wipe the smile off lee’s smug face.

“You’ll what?”you question butting into the conversation.Lee Jordan follows the sound of your voice before settling on meets your eyes .

“I’ll give you a massage naked”He winked.“Are you THAT confident that you’ll win?”you smirked.

“Have you seen my boys?” He said gesturing to a confident Fred and George as they flexed their muscles.

You shrugged “I’ve seen better talent from a niffler, so you know what,Challenge accepted”

The twins booed at you as you walked off. As Lee blew you a kiss saying “I’ll be looking forward to getting the massage”.

The anticipation for the match was never higher especially with new stakes in this match. So when the time came for the match you took to the stands. Lee took the commentary seat “and we’re off” he says as the balls are released. The game had you on the edge of your seat but your team didn't compare to the talent of the Gryffindor elite.

“Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup and I won a massage, I'll see you later” Lee yells out as your cheeks tint pink and you look down embarrassed at having the entire school watching you.

It was 11:30pm when you knocked on Lee’s door. He opened the door wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Your eyes travelled down his glistening chest as you followed the water droplets over his chest, his tight abdomen and his snail trail tempting your eyes lower.

You coughed trying to cover up the fact you were staring but the smile on his face told you that you’d been caught. Your eyes drifted around the room taking in the candles, the scented oils, some towels on the bed.

“Come in,” he said moving back inside as you pulled him in for a kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. “I've never done this before” you admitted shyly. “All you have to do is touch me, gorgeous, you can do that right” you nodded pulling him back in to your arms to kiss him.

“Let's get you more comfortable,” he said slipping his hands under your shirt as he lifted it over your head. His eyes travel down your chest as you unhook your bra letting it fall to the ground.

His jaw drops as he soaks up the sights before him. “Like what you see?” you tease. He nods licking his lips. You reach down to pull down your pants and underwear in one mighty tug.

You found yourself kissing him again as you grabbed hold of the towel, and tugged it off him watching it fall to the ground. “ you were too clothed in my opinion “ you admitted.

“Lay down on your stomach” you pointed to the bed, “wow I like this commanding tone” Lee chuckled. You warmed the oil with a spell and poured it over your hands. Spreading it over his back and shoulders, as you took your knuckles to his muscles. “You’re so tight” you mused.

“I’ll be saying that to you later” Lee said softly, you rub his neck going deep into his shoulder tissue. Before using your thumbs to dig into the muscles along the back of his spine.

He moans at the motions you do, as you worked you way over his lower back kneading in tight circles, over his butt and down both calves til you got to his feet.

“I think that’s enough for that side, shall we roll you over” Lee followed your instructions rolling onto his back. You smiled as you saw his appreciation loud and clear, his erect cock slapping against your stomach.

You poured more oil in your hands, as you started the long strokes of massaging the thick muscles on his chest,down his arms and over his abdomen.

“So,do you want a happy ending?” You bit your lip looking at Lee. “You don’t need to, it will go down by itself” he said guiltily. “But the blood pressure can’t be good, plus you do need to relax” you said running your hands over his erect cock.

As you wrapped your hand around his throbbing shaft, moving it up and down tantalising slow. Once you got to the tip you smeared pre-cum around the head of his cock. You resumed your slow pumps, until you got to his shaft cupping his balls in your hand.

You climb on his chest, and your cunt close to his lips, as you lay down in the direct line of his cock. You wrap your mouth around his cock.

His tongue lapped through your cunt licking the sweet folds over and over again, before flicking his tongue against your clit. You moaned before concentrating at the task before you.

Licking him from the tip of his sensitive cock, all around the length of him right down the length of him right down to his balls.

You take him deeper inside your mouth, sliding your mouth up and down going faster and faster each time.

His breathless moans filled the room as he panted “need.. you...” you turned yourself around as you kiss him savouring the taste of yourself on his tongue. He thrusts forward positioning himself at your entrance before rubbing it back and forth over your slit, before pushing himself forward until he was inside you as far as he could.

Before you knew it he was sliding in and out of you, as you held onto his back fingernails deep in his shoulders. Every exit was met with a whimper to escape your lips and every entrance was met with grunting from him as he pounded you hard.

You moaned his name as you lifted your hips off the bed letting your body spasm clenching around his cock as you orgasmed around him.

His thrusting continued inside your sensitive cunt, your hips meeting his so he didn't need to do anymore work. Grinding around in tight circles on his cock, loving the feeling of him.

His pounding was sloppy now, both of you not caring at the sweat or sounds of your bodies colliding with each other. Only focussing on releasing the orgasm, your breaths both shallow as your legs shook and you held onto Lee as his own legs shook while he pumped his hips filling you with his cum. As his softening cock is pulled out of you, he replaces it with his finger flicking against your clit.

You grabbed handfuls of his sheets as your eyes rolled back giving into your pleasure. You unleashed your orgasm over his hand with a moan.

Both of you collapsed on the bed as he pulls you closer to him. “Next bet, I’m getting a massage” you said settling in next to him in bed as his arms wrapped around you.

“You’re on” Lee smirks.

[prismolovesfanfiction]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26710336/chapters/66498049#workskin

[ravynnwritestrash]

A Cozy Chair

Word Count- 3953

Warnings- cursing also not my best work but I still think it's fun.

About- Fred and George tell you about their latest plan that pushes you into making one of your own

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A cozy chair in the corner of a room. A spot I had sat in so many times before. Listening to the boys tell me their big dreams about a shop, about a prank, about a plan. A plan to leave Hogwarts. To make a name for themselves outside of the boring day to day life of the school. Outside of the list of rules made impossible to follow. It wasn’t a question or a maybe. It was a plan. They knew how they were going to do it and they knew when. So I sat in this chair and made a plan of my own. I’m going to tell Fred about the feelings I had towards him, before he leaves. As the twins start to plan out what to take with them and what to leave behind, I excuse myself to find the only other person who knows my secret, Ginny.

I had told her last year as a way to vent how I was feeling after Fred didn’t ask me to the ball. I'm not sure why I was surprised, everyone thought Shawn Martin was going to ask me and he eventually did. Shawn and I had gone as friends and while the schools thought that we were an excellent couple the truth was the only thing between us was a secret that I had found out by accident. Shawn was gay, and not ready to come out, we had helped each other lie during Amortentia day in potions. Shawn didn’t ask why I needed to lie but he told me why he did after class that day. I suppose the two of us could just sense that the other was in need.

I quickly walked to the courtyard to find Ginny, and while I did find her I found her with Hermione. With no time to think I used the new found fire under my feet to practice telling my deepest secret.

“Hey!” Ginny said as I plopped down confusion slowly crowding her face as my anxiety started to visibly creep up. “What’s going on? Where are Fred and George?”

“They're in their room, everything’s fine. Well mostly fine. I just- I have a- I need your help with something.” I was tripping over my words as I looked between the two girls. Hermione glanced between Ginny and I trying to figure out what could be happening. “Okay, so, I have a crush… on someone.” Ginny's confusion remained as Hermione clearly got more curious.

Hermione leaned in closer to me “Who is it?” She asked as a smile creeped onto her face. I glanced at Ginny who was still confused.

“It’s- well it’s Fred” I said, ripping up grass from beside my leg suddenly very interested in not looking at either of the two girls. Ginny let out a breath as Hermione did the opposite. She gasped and placed a hand on my knee.

“Fred?” She asked, the smile on her face filled her voice. I just nodded, keeping my eyes on my growing pile of grass “Did you tell him?”

“Not yet,” I found the courage to look up at Ginny who now also had a smile on her face.

“You’re finally going to tell him?” She struggled to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Finally?” Hermione looked to Ginny who was more focused on my answer to her question.

“Yeah, well so here’s the thing and this is a secret you can tell no one. I paused and waited for the girls to agree, after they had both nodded I continued to talk, “So they’re leaving, soon, like in the dropping out way.” Hermione's eyes almost fell out of her head and Ginny looked unsurprised. “So the plan is to tell him before he leaves because then I figure he has some time to, I don’t know, not hate me.”

“He wouldn’t hate you,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes, followed shortly by Hermione's shock and the whole situation.

“They are dropping out?” She asked as though she hadn’t heard of the concept.

“I mean you don’t need to graduate to open a joke shop, plus with everything that’s happened they aren’t the first to consider the idea.” I defended.

“How much time do we have?” Ginny asked the only one of us who was ready to get started.

“Two days, I figure we plan today and execute tomorrow?” I answered suddenly unsure if I could even go through with it. Ginny shook her head.

“Where in your timeline there are you giving him time to even respond?” Hermione nodded as Ginny spoke.

“So- what,” Before I could even figure out what I was asking, Hermione was handing me a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Write him a letter, that way you can’t chicken out and we can deliver it tonight during dinner.” My heart started racing, dinner was only a couple hours away and I wasn't sure I was even ready for a response. What if he said no? What if he didn’t want to talk to me any more? What if-

“Okay, so just write it all down, pretend like he’s not even going to read it, and while you do that Hermione and I will figure out how to sneak it to him.” Ginny was already turning herself towards Hermoine ready to leave me to my writing.

“We should put it on the chair in their room so it’s waiting for them after dinner,” I spoke up, partially to avoid my part of the plan and partially to save myself from having to watch him read it. The two girls nodded at each other in agreement and I took a deep breath and started writing.

Fred,

I don’t know how to say this so I suppose it’s a good thing I’m writing it down. Do you remember the first Christmas I spent at the burrow with you and George? You snuck out with me on my first night there just to go on a walk because I couldn’t sleep. It was all so overwhelming in the best way. When you put your arm around my shoulder to keep me warm I told you that the burrow was going to be my new favorite place. It’s true, however it wasn’t the day leading up to this moment that made me believe that. I was you, it's the way that you opened up away from school and more than that it was the moon light bouncing off the frozen lake and into your hair that made me fall in love. That night I fell in love with the burrow, the lake, and most of all I fell in love with you.

I should have told you then. Instead I let it build until the secret felt like it was a part of me. Loving you from a distance became part of my everyday life. I am so sorry I didn’t tell you when I knew but I was so scared of losing you, both of you, that it felt impossible. You don’t have to like me back, you don’t even have to respond.

I just needed to finally tell you and I know that things are going to change when you leave, and while I am so excited for you I also knew that I couldn’t let you leave without saying this.

I love you

I let out a big sigh, catching the girl's attention. “I hate it” I grumbled leaning back in the grass. Ginny slid the paper from my lap and started to read it with Hermione just over her shoulder.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hermoine said.

“I think I should rewrite it,” I sat up to grab the paper but Ginny moved it out of reach. “Ginny I am serious,”

“No,” her voice was stern but I moved up to my knees to reach further to grab the paper. Hermoine stood up and took it from Ginny, clearly backing her up.

“Please, you guys, I just- I need to rewrite it,” Before either could respond Harry and Ron had started to make their way towards us. Hermoine slid the parchment into one of her books that she quickly put away before sticking her tongue out at me. I layer back in the grass accepting my fate and only slightly considering running away into the forbin forest to take my chances.

“What are you guys doing?” Ron asked mostly gesturing towards me and my obvious lack of twins nearby.

“I can’t want some girl time, Ronnie?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the sky, maybe I’ll sink into the grass if I remain still enough, I think to myself. Ron looks at Harry who just shrugs and I can hear Ginny's small giggle. That was enough to get me to my feet, I trust Ginny with my life but I suddenly feel like taking no risks.

“Well Fred and George were looking for you in the common room, said they would just see you at dinner.” Ron shrugged. Hermoine looked at me with a grin and I rolled my eyes. They were right though, it was about time to head to dinner.

“Did they head down already?” I tried to seem casual as I asked, Ron nodded but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Hermoine.

“Can you guys walk back to the common room with me? I don’t want to bring my bag to dinner,” she asked turning to Ginny and I, We both nodded and she turned back to the boys, “See you at dinner, try not to get into trouble on the way there,” and with that she turned on her heel and Ginny and I followed behind her.

After what felt like the most stressful ten minutes of my life, the three of us finally headed down to dinner. My nerves had spiked to an all time high. Per the rules I sat across from the boys and next to Hermoine who tried to keep me sane throughout the meal. As the minutes ticked by I almost forgot what was waiting for Fred in his room.

We joked as usual only this time with a lot more Hermoine who was my absolute hero, while she kept me out of my own head Ginny, on the other side of her, shot me dramatic barely subtle winks. Dinner had started to wind down and while most of the students were still in their seats talking to friends they otherwise couldn't. I felt like I was going to explode if I sat at the table any longer.

“Well I don’t know about you lot but I can’t eat another bite so I’m heading up,” Fred and George got up with me as well as Ginny and Hermione who were desperate to see what was going to happen. Once out of umbridge's sight Fred swung an arm over my shoulder.

“So where were you all day?” He asked with his signature grin, I laughed and shook my head.

“You mean the two hours I wasn’t with you two?” He nodded, “I ran into Ginny and Hermoine and decided to talk to them for a while. Why? Did you miss me?” I teased scrunching up my nose at him.

“Terribly, had to talk to George and all he wants to talk about is Angela,” Fred nudged his brother from over my shoulder.

“The absolute horror,” I joke walking through the door to the common room. George scoffed as he followed his brother in.

“You two are just jealous,” he said plopping in the chair Ginny and Hermione were sitting at one of the tables doing a very bad job of pretending to study and I sat down in the love seat where Fred had sat as well.

“What are we jealous of?” I asked George who sighed like it should be obvious.

“Love,” he responded and I bursted into laughter, I couldn’t help it given what I had just spent the day doing. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

“Sorry, I just thought you were going to say that we were jealous because you have the record for most words spoken in a single minute,” I teased, causing Fred to laugh, I tried to hold back my blush.

“You two are mean,” George said, standing up and heading towards the stairs only for Lee to come down them before George could say whatever he was about to. Lee had a huge grin on his face and it was like the missing piece to a puzzle clicked in for Ginny Hermoin and I all at the same time, Lee shared a room with Fred and George, Lee was not at dinner tonight, the letter. I looked at Ginny in horror who had the same look on her face.

“Where have you been?” Fred asked, causing Lee to grin.

“In our room, reading.” Fuck.

“Reading?” George asked, dropping his dramatics. Lee just nodded, stealing George’s seat by the fire. I sat hoping that he left the note alone. By the way he looked at me. I know he had read it.

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” I asked desperately, needing a change of subject. Lee once again just shrugged the small grin on his face growing. I pleaded with him silently to stop. Lee may be an ass but he’s a good guy. He let out a sigh.

“With upcoming events I figured I should clean up and besides I stole food from the kitchen earlier.” His eyes slid from Fred to the stairs and back again. I risked a glance at Ginny and Hermoine and by the looks on their faces I knew that George had gon upstairs.

“I’ll be back, I am freezing.” I said as casually as I could. Once I reached the stairs I turned back around and pointed at Lee. “Do not steal my spot,” I hoped it came off as a joke and based on Freds laugh it did, I hurried up the stairs and rushed to Fred's room. As soon as I opened the door I saw George reading the letter. “Please, don’t do that.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

George turned around with a grin on his face, “Well you put it out in the open,”

“Hermoine, put it there,” George laughed.

“That's what you get for not having me help you,” I let out a sigh. I couldn’t even think of what to say. “Come on, let's go back down there before everyone comes up here looking for us” George put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the door.

“Thanks, but also you are an ass,” He laughed, pulling a smile to my face as well. I broke off from George to go to my room and get out of my school uniform. A nice pair of sleep short and a tank top, as I was about to leave my room I remembered the excuse I had given to get up here and grabbed the seater off of my bed before heading down after pulling it over my head.

Making my way down the stairs I heard George and Lee arguing about who had to sit on the floor, trying not to draw either attention. I climbed over the back of the couch and slid back down in my seat next to Fred to watch the two argue. Before I knew it I felt a brush of hair against my cheek and Fred was whispering in my ear. “When did you steal my sweater?” I looked down and he was right, of course, A big F was plastered on the front of the sweater I was wearing.

I turned to face him, our noses almost brushing and I felt my face heat up, “You left it in my room, so it's more of an abandoned property situation.” Fred laughed and gave me a small shrug “Keep it for when you miss me,” he said with a wink before pulling away. I forced myself to laugh and look back at the two fighting boys, who were now peacefully sitting Lee on the chair and George sitting on the ground looking grumpy.

“You know there is more than one chair right?” I asked a very unamused george.

“This is the best chair,” Lee said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. Ginny caught my eye and waved me over.

“Well Georgie, it is your lucky day you can have my seat, I am needed elsewhere,” I said standing from my spot and walking to the two girls.

“Nice sweater,” Lee yelled after me. I responded by flipping him off causing the twins to laugh. Once safely at the table Ginny leaned over to me and whispered.

“What happened? Did George read the letter?” I nodded.

“And so did Lee,”Hermoine looked cranky that the plan didn’t work out smoothly.

“Well the night is not over,” Ginny added.

“Don’t remind me,”

It seemed like forever had gone by when I felt someone slide into the seat next to me. I looked over to see George glancing over the papers in front of us as though we were writing more love letters. “Don’t freak,” George said and I turned around to see that Fred was gone from his seat. The girls grinned as they caught on to the conversation and I looked at George in a panic.

He dropped his grin and nudged my shoulder pulling my attention back to the stack of papers in front of us, “what are you guys working on?” I knew he didn’t actually care but I welcomed even the weakest distraction.

“Helping Ginny with an essay,” I kept listening for any sound coming down the stars but everything was quiet. Ginny started to explain what her essay was about to a very uninterested George while I watched the stairs from the corner of my eye.

An excruciating amount of time went by before Lee went up to the room, probably just as impatient as the rest of us. We heard his laughter coming down before we actually saw him. Panic once again ran through me.

“He’s asleep,” Lee said almost doubling over, “Didn’t even see it,” He added once catching his breath.

“How could you possibly know that,” Hermoine asked.

“Talked to him before he fell asleep, said he laid down, didn’t turn on a light or anything,” The laughter started to bubble up in Lee’s voice again and for the first time since writing the letter I felt like I took a full breath.

“Well, in that case, I am going to bed.” I said getting up from the table. Once in bed I couldn’t stop my mind from running. Part of me wanted to sneak into the room and take the letter back, the other was just happy that the secret was finally going to come out. I fell asleep that night thinking of the what ifs.

The next morning I woke up to Hermione yelling at me to get up. I pulled the blanket over my head, and mumbled something about going away.

“If you don’t get up right now we are going to be late!” The panic in her voice pulled me out of bed and as I threw on my uniform I glanced at the clock to see we had seven minutes to make it to class. I threw my bag over my shoulder and followed her down the stairs

“Why didn’t you just go?” I asked as we made it down the girls stairs.

“Didn’t want you to get in trouble,” she replied, not turning around. Climbing down the last couple stairs I almost ran right into Fred.

“Hey,” he started before I cut him off.

“Hey Freddie, no time is going to be late.” I threw over my shoulder as I rushed out the common room. We made it with seconds to spare.As we left class hermione kept giving me weird looks. She said nothing as we made it back to the common room where Fred, George, and Ginny were sitting at one of the tables Hermione and I dropped into nearby arm chairs and for a moment I felt like I could fall asleep.

“You look dead,” Ginny said with a laugh. I opened my eyes to see she was talking to me.

“Yeah, well, I’m the idiot who let Hermione talk her into taking early morning classes with her.” I fought off a yawn before sitting up. The whole table was looking at me like I was supposed to say something. “What are you guys doing?” I asked and looked at Hermoine who was also looking at me like I was crazy. George started to laugh, bringing Lee with him Fred on the other hand continued to fidget with a piece of paper in his hands.

Fuck.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I knew how to think but before I could panic too much about it my mouth started to speak.

“You read it?” Fred looked over to me and the table fell quite once more.

“Of course.” Ginny ushered everyone away from the table and I sat up straighter suddenly feeling the anxiety closing in.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to rewrite it. I should have let them rewrite it. I shouldn’t have-“ Fred suddenly stood up and slipped the letter into his pocket before walking to me and holding out his hand. I took it hoping that he couldn’t feel my heartbeat the way I could.

“You love me?” He asked, his gaze locked on my hand. I nodded.

“Yes.” I said I needed something, anything, to fill the quiet. He pulled on my hand tugging me to his chest, his eyes suddenly locked on mine.

“Say it, please” something about being this close to Fred gave me all the confidence I could need. The way he was looking at me felt like we were the only two people in the world and I had no problem giving him what he asked for.

“I love you,” the words had barely left my mouth when his lips touched mine. He let go of my hand in favor of putting one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek to hold me closer. I allowed one of my hands to play with the hair on the back of his neck.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead against mine and meeting my eyes. “I love you,” he said smiling, pulling a soft laugh from me before I pulled him back in for a kiss. I could feel him smiling into it and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The sounds of clapping pulled us from our moment and I turned to see a very amused Lee and George clapping away as Hermione and Ginny looked at them in disappointment. I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked up at Fred and rolled my eyes.

He pulled me into him before leading us to one of the couches to sit down. “I’m going to write to you everyday.” Fred whispered in my ear as our friends chatted away. I looked up at him before speaking.

“You better,” I joked, pulling a laugh from him. My eyes drifted to his smile and before I knew it he was kissing me again. It wasn’t as long as the others but it was just as perfect.

Later that night I sat in the cozy chair in the corner of a mostly empty room, my cheeks warm and the echoes of fireworks in my ears counting how many days till I could feel his lips on mine again.

[hpffwritersguild]

Day 8: On Magic and Beds

[harrypocter]

Lee Jordan Masterlist

moodboard by @ashesandhackles

pauses between by @diana-bookfairchild

An exploration of grief that wells up when there are new beginnings.

WWN by @maknoll

Lee Jordan and his friends plan to broadcast during the war.

Treason by @alohaemora

Lee Jordan gets a "house call" by Yaxley. Set in DH-timeline.

Adds a bit of interest by @ashesandhackles

Storytelling, narratives after war. A Lee Jordan ficlet.

Goodnight Lee by @ashesandhackles

Lee and Angelina have a moment, post-war.

Lee Jordan by @lanaturnergetup

Lee Jordan is serious about a few things.

Positions by @turanga4

Lee Jordan's take on weddings and his role in them, set perhaps ten years after the War.

The world needs more Lee Jordan content! Festival of Colours is approaching closer. We are looking forward to seeing more stories with diverse characters of HP!

[diana-bookfairchild]

@harrypocter Week 3: Lee Jordan

Lee flicked his wand and conjured a bunch of dandelions to lay on the grave.

He knelt in front of it, ignoring the dirt getting on his work robes. He worked for a wireless network anyway, appearances didn’t matter.

“Hey, Freddy.” He said casually. “So, this time I decided on dandelions. It represents ‘the return of life and rebirth’ according to the bloody book, which I think is rather ironic. D’you agree?”

He paused. “Of course, you do. It’s a damn good joke, if I say so myself. Plus a pretty great callback. Remember second year? The Halloween Feast?”

There was another long moment of silence. The breeze whistled through his robes and hair and against the gravestone, as though to break the depressing silence or trying to reassure him.  

At first, talking to the grave as though it would actually respond had been a coping mechanism and Lee had nearly sobbed every time he’d realized there was no point and there was never going to be a withering retort ever again. The pauses had been crushing.

Now, though. . . .

Talking to his old best friend’s grave like this made him nostalgic. More upbeat than upset. More melancholy than rage at the unfairness of the world. More a lingering loving sadness than despair. More spasming than debilitating. The pauses were more symbolic of the departure from his regular life, the dipping back into those war-torn awful years.

“George has a new product out,” He continued, standing up and walking around, gesturing as he did when he told stories without a mic. “It’s a figurine of Harry, actually. He’s experienced a sudden upsurge of popularity since the Blackwood case. Should’ve seen his face when George told him. It was at the last DA reunion. George loved his reaction, though he probably loved it a lot less when Ginny started to ‘console’ him, if you know what I mean.”

He waited again, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of wind and sunshine. The Weasleys really had picked a beautiful place for the grave.

“Angie’s pretty great, too. She was all giggly with Luna and Audrey and Alicia at the reunion though, which makes me worry because that is a dangerous group. Don’t tell them I said that,” he added. “Also, she’s taken a break from the Wanderers. Because. . .”

He cleared his throat. “Well, that’s why I wanted to come see you today. I’m sure you must be wondering. It isn’t your birthday, or Christmas, or the 4th of July, or New Year’s Day or the anniversary of the battle. It’s. . . .”

He wondered how to put it. Fred had always liked straightforwardness, Lee decided. George was the one to dilly-dally and outsmart.

“George and Angelina told me they’re pregnant,” he blurted out. “Well, Angie’s pregnant. They’re having a kid,” he emphasized, in case Fred hadn’t understood.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’ll make amazing parents, but still, here I am, bachelor, trying to remember the names of my dates - I accidentally called Andrew Alan and he threw a tantrum and left last month - and there they are, having an actual, literal baby. And they decided to make me godfather! Me!” He gestured wildly at himself. “What the hell made them think that would be a good idea? Ha! Last week I nearly burned down my apartment trying to make something edible.”

Lee paused again, and continued softly. “Th-They’ve found out the gender. It’s a boy.”

He laughed slightly hysterically. “I’m going to have a godson! I’m going to be a godfather! How about that, huh?”

He hesitated. “And – well. I know it’s different, and complicated, and George and Angie are a bit—” He shrugged, not able to articulate it. George and Angelina and their relationship could be as complicated as easy, as ugly as beautiful, as defined by grief as by happiness, and as marked by Fred’s absence as by the presence of his lingering ghost and legacy. “But – there’s no way they’re ever going to end up naming him anything but Fred. Wait and see. George blathered on about some names they’re contemplating, but I’d stake my Gringotts vault on it.”

He let out a breath and then knelt in front of the gravestone again, tracing the letters on it with his finger. “Your life was way too short. And—” He remembered seeing Fred the last time, the easy smirk on his face as he twirled his wand and made a crap joke in the Great Hall, the way Lee clapped his shoulder and said ‘Later, mates’ before leading his own group out onto the grounds, thrumming with excitement and nerves and determination.

He remembered feeling guilty for his own grief, about how all-consuming it had been, when to him George had been more important, George who had lost his twin brother.

“I couldn’t save you. You died.”

He closed his eyes again, pressing his forehead to the stone. “But … it happened. Dwelling on it’s not going to help. I’m going to do my best to make sure Lil’ Fred has a long, long life. He has to at least outlive me.” Lee nodded determinedly.

“I know you’ll be watching over him,” He continued, getting back on his feet. “Just like you’re probably fanboying over Teddy and Victoire and Dominique and Jamie and Lance and Percy’s soon-to-come kid. And well – I will be too. So, one more collaboration, huh, Freddie?” He smiled in remembrance. “S’how we became friends, remember? You were so nasty about it. ‘One collaboration’, you said. ‘We’re a duo,’ George said. And that promptly went down the drain when we actually got into it.”

His mouth twisted in a half bitter half fond smile. Somehow, the old grief had returned as an itch from the celebration of a new life he had meant to do. Grief had that way. He could be standing and doing something perfectly normal one moment and the next want to collapse and curl up and sob. He couldn’t stand to be there a second longer. “Love you, Fred, you Merlin damned asshole. See you soon.”

And he turned and walked away, ghosts still pressing at his heels, back into his life.

Feedback appreciated! I'll admit I got a teensy bit carried away with the length. . . .

[slytherinlizzy]

Hogwarts' Princess

The girls and the boys writing down their names pt. 2

[b1ravenclaw]

heyy guys new chapter on my fanfic hope you guys enjoy it!

[turanga4]

Lee Jordan Supremacy!!!

Also, ace representation, yo. I'm somewhere on that glorious, VALID spectrum, myself.

[brinleyparke]

Three Rivers Fic Ideas/Prompts

Andy calls in sick bc he has a cold or flu, and he doesn't want to endanger his patients (h/c). Kuol has to stay with one of the other team members. The rest of the Three Rivers team realizes Andy's importance as a friend, not just a surgeon/doctor.

Andy gets hurt (h/c) (just not his hands).

Andy's childhood

Dr. Jordan, Dr. Reid, and/or the rest of the Three Rivers team force(s) Andy to go home (to the hotel) and get some sleep because he's been burning the candle at both ends.

The rest of the team or at least Dr. Jordan or Pam finds out about Andy's past.

Someone wanting revenge on Andy's uncle kidnaps or hurts Andy.

Ep. 5 h/c: After his conversation with Rena in the parking lot and after Pam says she misses Rena, Andy finally breaks. He had been holding back tears a few times throughout the episode. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Pam comforts him. (Gen)

AU - Canon Divergence: Scott doesn't die.

I love the almost mother-son relationship between Dr. Jordan and Andy, so what if post episode 5, Andy changes his emergency contact to Dr. Jordan. Sometime between eps 5 and 10, Andy gets hurt, and Dr. Jordan is contacted. (Physical and emotional h/c).

(Pre-series) Andy gets hurt while on a job for his uncle.

Arrow crossover: Team Arrow is in Three Rivers because maybe they got a lead on a bad guy or something. Oliver gets hurt and needs an actual hospital this time. Dig takes him to one of the best, if not the best surgeon, in the country.

Queer Eye (2018) crossover: Pam and Miranda submit Andy to get a makeover.

Songfic or Fanvideo Ideas

[badpotterhead]

Ficha técnica: Ryan Jordan

NOME: Ryan Jordan

APELIDO: nenhum

DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 7 de março de 2005

SIGNO: Peixes

PAIS: Lee e Kellah Jordan

IRMÃOS: nenhum

CABELOS: castanho escuro e crespo

COR DA PELE: negra

COR DOS OLHOS : castanho

ANOS EM HOGWARTS: Setembro de 2016 até junho de 2024

CASAS: Grifinória

POSTOS OCUPADOS EM HOGWARTS: artilheiro da Grifinória (repetiu o ano)

ATUAL EMPREGO: nenhum (abandonou a escola)

RELACIONAMENTOS: Lily Luna Potter (ex), Dolly Felton (rumor)

TEMPERAMENTO: alegre, extrovertido, festeiro, afável, amigável, adicto, irresponsável

AMIGOS: James Sirius Potter, Frankie Longbottom, Freddie Weasley, Louis Weasley

Ryan Jordan também é filho de um velho membro da Armada de Dumbledore, o que o fez se aproximar bastante dos Potters, Weasleys e companhia. Mas as amizades que ele escolheu o levaram a se afundar no vício, a ponto de ele repetir de ano várias vezes. Também dizem que ele teve um longo relacionamento com Lily Luna, a irmã de seu melhor amigo, que nunca o assumiu por gostar verdadeiramente de um certo amigo de seu outro irmão.

Saiba mais lendo o capítulo dedicado a Ryan na fanfic

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