#molly weasly

[dorcasmckinnonn]

"Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

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[sweeney-the-stupid-friend]

I just finished Harry Potter: and The Sorcerer's Stone book. About to start on the Chamber of Secrets. And I just wanted to say

DANG THAT INTRO WAS

BORING.

Like it was so boring up until like chapter seven where they were actually IN Hogwarts or on the Hogwarts Express. Like don't get me wrong I love Hagrid. BUT JESUS. I did not need a whole SIX chapters dedicated to Harry finding out he's a wizard, and going shopping.

Although I can understand why it's important.

Also I see why the debating people in our fandom says that you have to read the books because if you don't your gonna be missing some important stuff. Like Peeves wasn't even mentioned. And Im pretty sure the centuars weren't introduced in that movie. (Or maybe they were I don't remember) and like I think we got to see Bill too??

AND OH MY GAHD. THE FACT THAT SNAPE WAS SALTY AT THE END WAS LIKE???? SO GOOD???? LIKE THE SARCASTIC SNILE AND HAND SHAKE WAS TOO MUCH IN SUCH A GOOD WAY

But I mean who wouldn't have been mad?

But anyways. I liked the book.

My Rating: 7.5 / 10

[iifishizzleii]

ron is a moral compass.

u cannot convince me that ron weasley isn’t a mother hen. because while hermione is a child prodigy, she’s breaking laws and committing war crimes half the time when it benefits her. and harry ‘i’m the Chosen One’ potter attracts danger like a flame would a moth.

so while they’re a duo of danger, there’s ron.

who grew up with siblings and spent a lot of his childhood making sure ginny didn’t get hurt playing in the mud.

who’s as nervous as Molly when Charlie works with the Dragons, and panics when Bill gets attacked by the werewolf.

who steals specific concoctions from the twins when they try to prank Percy because it could possibly harm him.

who wraps harry’s wounds when he gets hurt and is too tired to see madam pomphrey. who helps hermione understand why killing Rita in the jar wouldn’t help in the long run.

Ron Weasley, the worrier and moral compass of the Golden Trio. he doesn’t believe how many times he saved the wizardry world by simply being himself. and everyone at hogwarts but him can see it.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

The Weasleys Aren't Great Parents...

I know a lot here love to talk about how the Weasleys were so good to take Harry in and all that... But the truth is, the parenting skills of Molly and Arthur Weasley are questionable at best.

I'm not saying they don't love their kids and Harry — they do, and they do so honestly. I'm just here to say they aren't actually a good example of parenting.

Like, when fans talk about the Weasleys what I usually see is either treating them like they are a perfect example of a family or unfair bashing. So, while I definitely believe that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love their kids, this post showcases where their parenting skills are lacking...

So, the Weasleys, to Harry, seem like the perfect example of a happy, loving family. Now, I'm not saying there isn't love there, but the family dynamics we see aren't great, to put it lightly. Harry just has no reference for anything better.

Children Running Away

The first thing I want to mention here is that all Weasley children leave the Burrow and their parents the first chance they get.

Bill goes to work for Gringotts in Egypt.

Charlie goes to tame dragons in Romania.

Percy, well, Percy is a whole can of worms right there. But once his parents shun him for being more successful than his father in the ministry, he doesn't look back.

Fred and George leave Hogwarts in the middle of their seventh year and move out of home then, before their even done with school.

I don't think that's normal. This is what we see in houses where there is mistreatment of children, so they don't want to stay any moment longer than necessary. Because all of this, what all of them did, was running away from home.

Each of these Weasleys was seventeen — maybe eighteen when he chose to leave (sometimes the country). This is running away, even if they still talk to their parents, they did rub away from living under the same roof.

This already suggests to me something unhealthy is going on there.

favoritism

Any child psychologist would tell you one of the worst things a parent could do is pick favorites amongst their children. All children, favored or not, suffer from it.

And Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.... well, they showcase favoritism constantly, here is an example from Order of the Phoenix:

“Get him red and gold to match his badge,” said George, smirking. “Match his what?” said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron’s pile. “His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.” Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas. “His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?” Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s. “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 163)

Molly is so glad to have prefects in the family, that she actually ignores the fact Fred and George aren't prefects and are her kids. George actually calls her out on it, except she isn't actually listening to him l. No, she pushes him aside. This treatment is insane, and I don't blame them for up and leaving the moment they turned seventeen.

This favoritism is seen more, this is from Chamber of Secrets:

“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to —” All three of Mrs. Weasley’s sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them. “Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —” “Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred. “YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —” It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry, who backed away. “I’m very pleased to see you, Harry, dear,” she said. “Come in and have some breakfast.”

(Chamber of Secrets, page 38)

Prefect Percy is better than Fred and George and they should learn from him and be more like him, according to Mrs. Weasley. This sort of comparison between children is really harmful to their development and is frowned upon by most. Definitely by me.

Not to mention how Harry is definitely a favorite of hers, so much so he does not get shouted at for the same crime, but get's food. That is honestly the bare minimum she can do for him considering...

Harry's Abuse

The Weasleys are aware of Harry's abuse. They are made aware of it time and time again, and with all their love for Harry — they do nothing more than give him food when he asks. I don't think I need to explain why this is terrible.

“I don’t blame you, dear,” she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. “Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we’d come and get you ourselves if you hadn’t written back to Ron by Friday. But really” (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate), “flying an illegal car halfway across the country — anyone could have seen you —” She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background. “It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped.“They were starving him, Mum!” said George. “And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.

(Chamber of Secrets, page 39)

George here outright tells her Harry was being starved — this goes ignored. When Harry writes to her to send him food, she sends it, but doesn't ask him why he isn't being fed:

She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help … Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.

(Goblet of Fire, page 28)

No, she sent him food but didn't bother doing anything to help a child out of a clearly abusive situation. Not even asking why he isn't getting enough food.

Arthur Weasley isn't any better. He knows just as much as Molly and even met Harry's pleasant relatives:

“Harry said good-bye to you,” he said. “Didn’t you hear him?” “It doesn’t matter,” Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. “Honestly, I don’t care.” Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to see your nephew till next summer,” he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. “Surely you’re going to say good-bye?”

(Goblet of Fire, page 48)

He acts as if the Dursleys are normal. As if a child saying their caretakers wouldn't care he wasn't there isn't cause for alarm. No, Arthur Weasley just thought it impolite and odd, but not enough to actually do something to help Harry. Just annoy Uncle Vernon.

Blaming Kids For Things Not Their Fault

“You?” she said, catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs and replacing it in front of her. “Why should I be worried about you?” “When Mum’s next letter finally gets through Umbridge’s screening process,” said Ron bitterly, now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight, “I’m going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s sent a Howler again.” “But —” “It’ll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait,” said Ron darkly. “She’ll say I should’ve stopped them leaving, I should’ve grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something. . . . Yeah, it’ll be all my fault. . . .”

(Order of the Pheonix, page 679)

After Fred and George leave Hogwarts, Ron tells Hermione she should worry about him because he would suffer their mother's ire. He speaks about it as if it's a regular occurrence. Like he regularly gets blamed for Feed and George's mishaps when the twins aren't there.

This is incredibly unfair to Ron, Fred, and George. There is no reason Ron should fear his parent's response for something he had no control over.

Conclusions

As I stated above, I don't think Arthur and Molly Weasley are abusive or neglectful or that they don't love their kids. They are far from perfect, loving, and dotting parents I see them sometimes portrayed as. Neither are they as awful as I sometimes see them. Like many characters in this series, they are more complex than that.

[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Welcome Home, Bill Weasley

Relationship: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: With his hair short and facial stubble, Bill Weasley returns from London. You are only staying with The Burrow family for the summer. You weren't expecting to see a person whose face you had memorized over time.

Sunlight poured through the slightly tattered curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn countertops and the mismatched china displayed on the shelves.

The sound of running water filled the air as you diligently washed dishes, a contented smile on your face.

You loved these moments, the simplicity of domesticity, and the sense of belonging you felt within the walls of this magical home. It was a place that held so many memories and where you had found a surrogate family.

Just as you reached for another plate, a voice called out from the living room. "Darling!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through the house.

You turned your head, your heart skipping a beat as you caught sight of Mrs. Weasley's expression. In an instant, you felt your breath catch in your throat, anticipation and curiosity flooding your senses.

Mrs. Weasley moved swiftly, gently bumping you aside as she grabbed a towel and hurried to the kitchen sink.

"There's no need to do these!" she exclaimed, her hair slightly disheveled and a rosy flush adorning her cheeks.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you couldn't contain your curiosity. "What's happening, Mrs. Weasley?" you asked, your voice filled with both concern and intrigue.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at you with a mix of excitement and motherly affection. "Molly, sweetie," she corrected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Just call me Molly."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in address, but a warm smile spread across your face. "Alright, Molly," you replied, feeling a sense of closeness and acceptance wash over you.

Before you could ask further, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, causing your heart to race. Bill Weasley stood there, his presence filling the room with a mix of surprise and joy. His hair was slightly tousled, and a crooked grin adorned his handsome face.

You felt your knees weaken, your breath catching in your chest. You hadn't expected Bill to return home so soon. Memories of your past flooded your mind, the way his laughter could make your heart skip, the way his eyes held a spark of mischief and tenderness.

Mrs. Weasley wasted no time, abandoning the sink to rush into Bill's arms. The motherly embrace enveloped him, her words muffled against his chest.

The Burrow creaked as the rest of the Weasley family gathered in the kitchen, their cheerful presence filling the space with warmth and familiarity.

Bill's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as he released his grip on his mother. He started walking towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel your palms growing clammy.

He drew you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, savoring the sensation of being in his arms once again.

Bill leaned back slightly, his hands resting gently on your waist, as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight.

You were left shivering as Ron tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step back.

"Come join me and George in the yard!" Ron exclaimed eagerly.

"Ron, my dear," Molly interjected, affectionately tousling his hair. "Let Bill settle in first, please."

Bill waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, he's just thrilled to see me."

In one swift motion, he scooped Ron up and hoisted him over his shoulder, letting Ron's head hang loosely against his back.

"Let's go, you goofballs!" he shouted, pushing George through the rear door.

The remaining Weasley brothers followed Bill outside, ready to practice the new spells they had recently learned in class.

Caught up in the excitement, you couldn't resist joining them outside. You took a deep breath, your heart fluttering as you watched Bill playfully interact with his brothers outside.

The familiar warmth of the Burrow surrounded you, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. You couldn't deny the joy you felt at his return, even though you knew he was involved with someone else.

As the chaos settled outside, you stepped out onto the porch, your eyes searching for Bill among the boisterous Weasley clan. You found him leaning against a tree, catching his breath from the playful wrestling match with Ron.

Your eyes met, and a soft smile spread across his face as he made his way towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

“Hey," Bill said, his voice gentle and warm. "It's good to see you here."

Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you replied, "It's good to be here. The Burrow feels like home."

Bill's gaze softened, and he took a step closer to you. "You've always been a part of this family, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's good to have you back."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Thank you, Bill," you whispered. "I've missed being around all of you."

As they stood there, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh grass and the laughter of the Weasley siblings, you felt a mixture of contentment and longing. The years apart had changed you both, but the connection you shared remained.

Bill reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You know," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of hesitation, "things have changed since we last saw each other."

Your breath hitched, your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, they have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bill took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. "But some things haven't changed," he murmured, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "The way you make me feel, Y/N... it's still there."

A mix of hope and uncertainty swirled within your heart. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but you also didn't want to disrupt the life he had built with Fleur.

"Bill," you began, your voice filled with vulnerability, "I don't want to complicate things. You have someone special in your life."

He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft caress. "Fleur and I, we're going through a difficult time," he confessed. "Being here, seeing you again... it makes me question everything."

Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Bill, I don't want to be the reason for any pain or confusion," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Bill's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You've never been a burden, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "If anything, you've always been the one who brings light into my life."

The air around you was heavy with unspoken desire and the lingering question of what could be. You knew you had a choice to make – to explore the possibility of a renewed connection with Bill or to protect your heart from potential heartache.

With a mix of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can't promise you a future or how things will unfold, but I do know that being here, in this moment, feels right."

Bill's eyes searched yours, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his gaze. He closed the remaining gap between you, his lips softly brushing against yours. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken longing and the weight of your shared history.

Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth and sweetness of the moment. The worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you.

Your embrace tightened, as if trying to hold onto the preciousness of the moment. You could feel the familiar touch of his hand at the small of your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles, and it felt like coming home.

You were finally home.

Note: Bill Weasley is underrated, that’s all I have to say.

[frost-queen]

Sudden attention // part 2 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

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Summary: Making fun with girls about McLaggen's interest in you makes Fred make a move on you, no longer able to control the fact that you aren't his yet. [part 1 & part 3]

“Did McLaggen really send you a letter?” -  Ginny asked with much interest tapping you on the knee. You hummed loud looking up to the ceiling. – “What did it say?” – Hermione questioned scooting closer to you on the bed. – “Don’t know.” – you answered shrugging your shoulders. – “Your brother fried the letter before I could get my hands on it.” – you motioned to Ginny. Hermione gasped loud moving her hands over her mouth. – “That idiot!” – Ginny mumbled out. – “I would’ve loved to read it.” – it was clear Ginny was bummed out. – “I know.” – you agreed.

“I’ve never received a letter from a boy so I was curious to see what he would write.” – you told them. – “Probably something like your eyes are the prettiest.” – Ginny cut in moving a pillow on her lap. Hermione tapped you on the shoulder. – “Or all I can think about it you.” – she said blushing at her own reaction. You decided to join their silliness. – “Or no girl compares to you.” – you said with a swoon making them snort loud.

“I’ll catch you like a snitch.” – Ginny dropped as you laughed loud. Hermione fell back on the bed laughing her ass off. – “Pity Fred burned the letter.” – she said getting back up, pinking a tear of joy away. Ginny grabbed the pillow hard, flipping it up against her chest. – “What if we write him a letter?” – she suggested as your eyes widened. Hermione gasped in shock. – “Ginny you sly fox.” – she threw her pillow at Ginny who moved her head aside. – “Let’s do it.” – Hermione then said surprising you. – “Come on Y/n!” – she started nudging you hard to get a move on.

“I… I don’t even know what to write.” – you chuckled out getting pushed towards the desk. Ginny and Hermione coming after you all giggling. Ginny sat you down as Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment. – “Start with Dear Cormac.” – Ginny suggested pointing at the top of your parchment. You did as you were told, writing it down. Hermione clasped her hands together at a bright idea. – “Tell him you were flattered by his letter.” – she patted your shoulder for you to note it down. You gave her a questionable glance. – “I didn’t even know what it said.” – you answered.

“Let’s assume it was only good praise.”  - Ginny laughed out. – “Okay.” – you gave in writing it down. Ginny took the parchment from you, holding it up. She started reading out loud what you had written as it spiraled into a talk of making fun and laughs. – “Cormac you look like a star.” – Ginny laughed out. Hermione snatched the parchment from her. – “and kiss like a toad.” – she laughed out as you busted out in laughter. You took the parchment from her, holding it to your chest.

“Cormac baby hold me.” – you dramatically acted out with a swoon. Ginny and Hermione laughing loud. – “Cormac how you thrill me.” – Ginny waved her hand for some cool, ending up giggling. – “Oh you make me dizzy.” – you joked out spinning round. Hermione and Ginny came after you as you fluttered around the room. – “Oh honey, honey kiss me more.” – Ginny called out throwing her hands up. Hermione grabbed a shawl swaying it around her neck. – “Honey It’s funny to say the least you are a…” – Hermione said as you shouted loud. – “Toad!” – making all three of you laugh even louder.

The door opened creakingly, Fred popping his head inside. – “What’s the fun about?” – he questioned. Hermione, Ginny, and you looked at each other, busting out in laughter. Fred chuckled nervously not sure what was so funny. It was only then that he noticed the parchment that had fallen onto the ground. Ginny and Hermione sighed loud to catch their breath sitting down on the bed. Fred picked it up, his eyes widening at what he was reading.

“Are you sending him a letter?” – he called out, his voice almost pitching up. He grabbed you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him. – “Are you?” – he freaked out. – “It’s a joke Fred.” – you responded taking the parchment from him. – “I don’t get why you are so panicking about it.” – you puffed out, throwing the parchment into the fires. Ginny yelped soft the parchment thrown away.

Shame it could’ve been a good joke to laugh about back in school. – “Are you going to tell Harry?” – you questioned crossing your arms. – “No.” – Fred responded loud. – “My Godfather?” – you quirked your brow up, looking questionable at him. Fred shook his head, waving his hands across.

“I just want to say one thing.” – he began cut off by his mother calling you down. Fred sighed loud. – “Coming!” – you shouted back. – “Tell me later.” – you told Fred, moving past him out of the room. Ginny shook her head judgmental. Fred threw her a childish expression before leaving the room too.

You went down the stairs meeting Molly in the kitchen. At the sight of you she stopped cutting vegetables. – “Y/n darling how do you feel about helping me cook. A little bonding.” – she teased giving you a nudge. – “I’d be delighted.” – you responded giving her a quick hug. You followed her to the counter. She gave you some tomatoes to cut. – “I know this can be done easily, but I just love some old fashioned cooking.” – she wrinkled her nose with delight. It made you smile at how much you adored her.

“So tell me more about this McLaggen boy.” – Molly asked with interest while cutting carrots. – “What is there to tell.” – you responded cutting through the tomato. – “I don’t know him very well.” – you answered. – “But he obviously knows who you are, otherwise, he wouldn’t be interested.” – she replied giving you a nudge. – “His dad is a pretty big name in the Ministry.” – you told her. – “Oh perhaps he knows Arthur.” – Molly responded. You doubted that but didn’t want to sound rude, so you lied.

“I’m sure he does.” – you told her instead. You put the cut tomatoes in a bowl, moving on to the next vegetables. Loud thundering steps rushed down the stairs. Not a moment later walked Fred casually in the kitchen. He cleared his throat trying to look cool or something while coming over. – “What’s cooking mom.” – he asked coming to stand behind you and her. Molly turned round to slap him against his arm. – “You’ll have to wait just like everyone else.” – she called out knowing he had a habit of snatching a taste.

Fred shrugged his shoulders walking to the table to sit down. – “Do continue your conversation ladies.” – he said casually as if he wasn’t even interested in it. Molly gave him a motherly scowl. Molly and you refused to talk about McLaggen with him around till Molly’s curiosity became so big, she couldn’t help herself. – “His family must have money then?” – she asked. You hummed loud. – “A lot I guess.” – you spoke back whilst cutting. – “That is always good, You’ll be settled then.” – Molly responded.

Fred scoffed loud catching your attention. – “Got a comment?” – you called out pointing the knife at him. – “Sure he can buy you some diamond earrings or so but he’s still a toad.” – Fred responded making you jam the tip of the knife in the wooden counter. – “He’s not a toad!” – you called out. – “Oh yeah… bloated.” – Fred said half smirking. Molly sighed soft shaking her head at her son. – “Have you even looked at him properly. I’ve never seen anyone as conceited as him.” – Fred laughed out.

You came from around the counter over to the table. – “Jealous?” – you asked setting your hand on the table standing near him. Fred puffed loud. – “Me? Jealous? Of him? Never.” – Fred said. – “I know you lie.” – you smirked reading it so off his face. Fred puffed annoyed. – “Na-uh.” – he said in a childish tone. – “You aren’t really convincing Weasley.” -  you said smiling.

“I just don’t think you are one to kiss toads.” – he responded making you quirk your eyebrow up. Fred got up with a deep sigh. He turned to face you. – “Don’t go falling in love with him.” – he asked, almost begged. – “Why?” – you remarked. – “Why…” – he repeated softening his expression on you. – “You know why Y/n.” – he went on. That sheepish smile of his made it suddenly all so clear. Your eyes widened as you stumbling took a step back. Fred grabbed you by the wrist holding you in place.

“Y/n… look at me.” – he asked as you kept looking away. Hesitantly you dared to look at him, suddenly stuck in his gaze. He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sending a tingling rush up your spine. A warm fuzzy feeling you wanted to cling onto. – “Keep your focus on me… please.” – he said making you nod numbly. Starstruck with this fuzzy feeling. You had never experienced a boy taking interest in you so Fred’s entire whole was making you weak on the knees.

Molly cleared her throat. – “These vegetables aren’t cutting themselves.” – she called out. You hummed loud still gazing at Fred. Fred smiled touching your nose which made you blink rapidly. – “We’re coming mom.” – Fred called out to her. He took your hand leading you round the table back to his mom.

You grabbed the knife again snapped back to reality. Sirius was about to enter suddenly seeing Fred plant a kiss against your cheek. – “Oh Merlin.” – he sighed out, batting his eyes up. Pinching his nose bridge he just turned around not having the energy to confront it. You touched your cheek flustered. Fred winked at you making it extremely obvious that he liked you. Molly slapped him away with a towel. Fred jumped around, getting hit as he got shoved away.

"We need to make diner!" - Molly called out. You chuckled waving Fred goodbye. He kept looking you almost bumping against the wall while backing away. - "Go!" - Molly said waving the towel around. Fred smiled dissapearing. He evaporated right behind you, giving you a quick hug from behind before his mom could scold him more. Molly nearly got a heart attack from him appearing so suddenly. He evaporated back before the towel could hit him.

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[simsim54]

ron could have resented harry for the fact that molly loved him more than she ever did ron, but he didn't and that tells ron real character better than any heroic moment every could

[ginerva-mollyweasley]

"it's not much, but it's home... i think it's brilliant"

THE WEASLEYS → my top 50 fictional dynamics [9/50]

[mayese]

Winter changes it all

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’ve been living under the stress and fear your parents felt during the summer, so when you return to Hogwarts they intend to see you again just in June. So, you have no else to go for the holidays, having to spend Christmas alone in Hogwarts. However, a blossoming friendship between you and Fred will make you feel less alone.

Warnings: Fresh scar on the hand.

Second chapter / Third chapter/ Fourth Chapter

December was arriving and for the majority of the students that meant they would be far away from the new director and teacher, the pink cow. Everyone was dreadfully expecting Christmas to get away from her, especially those who weren’t from Slytherin, and most of them who were from the red house.

However, the excitement of being away from this nightmare wasn’t even comparable to the comeback of Voldemort. Hogwarts was a safe place, so even with Umbridge, most of the students felt secure.

You wouldn’t leave the castle anyways since your parents didn’t want you at your house. You’re the Sinclairs, not a part of the sacred 28, but still an ally of Voldemort, or so you were. Your parents realized too late that they didn’t want to be a part of such dark times as the ones that were lived when Voldemort slaughtered thousands of people.

So when he died they kind of celebrated in the privacy of their house along with you, their little baby. Unfortunately, he came back. It wasn’t a surprise for your parents, it was just a shock. What if Voldemort knew of their betrayal? Of what do they really think about him? Would he go after you?

But for now their only worry is if he appears at their house. He probably doesn’t even know you exist since your parents hid you for almost a year until he died. So that’s why they preferred for you to not go home that Christmas.

You understood, but you just wished you could see your parents again. Meanwhile, you never felt so bad at Hogwarts. It was expected from you to be alongside Umbridge since you’re a Slytherin, and thus you are one of the many privileged ones. You never, ever saw her taking one of your fellow housemates to detention. But you can’t stand the punishment she gives to the other students. You never said anything to anyone about that, but sometimes you feel guilty when you hear little students crying with something in their hands or when she invites someone to go to her office in the middle of class.

You’re privileged because Umbridge would never lay a hand on you, but when it comes to your social life, you never were so miserable. Since the spread of the rumor of Voldemort’s comeback, the judgment and hatred stares increased. Nobody outside of Slytherin spoke with you since the beginning of the year, and that’s unusual. They don’t even want to pair up with you anymore in class, even if you are one of the brightest students of your year.

The urge to finish your school years and never see anyone from this school forever increased day by day, and that’s led you to not even go eating to the Great Hall many times. You would go to the kitchen and ask for something from the house elves, and then you would find somewhere quiet and hidden and eat there.

Sometimes you ate in the kitchen, but you were too afraid of the possibility of someone showing up and seeing you there. But that night, your 6-hour study session left no room for fear, only hunger. So when you reached the kitchen you didn’t felt the need to eat somewhere else. Instead, you sat on a bench and started eating the tomato soup.

Unfortunately, as your thoughts about how delicious the soup tasted traveled in your mind, the kitchen door swung open and revealed one of the infamous Weasley twins. You looked startled to the door, spoon in hand almost ready to feed you again, seeing the ginger looking at you, confused. It was odd not to see him with his brother.

“Sinclair,” he greeted after clearing his throat, still beside the open door, this time with a small grin on his face. “Great soup you’ve got there.”

Should you answer him or ignore his words? “Indeed,” you said, still tasting the soup in your mouth. “What do you want, Weasley?” This time your words were cooler and your semblance more serious, so as not to leave any doubt that you wished for him to go away or else you would.

“A good turkey sandwich, Sinclair. That´s what my belly is asking me for!" He chuckled, completely ignoring your cold demeanor and simply entering the kitchen, searching for the elves with his eyes.

"They´re not here," you warn him before sipping the soup from your spoon. The twin hummed, going behind the balcony and finding bread.

He searches for something more, and when you look at him you see him emerging from behind the balcony with ham. "Nice," he whispers, putting ham on two pieces of bread and joining them.

"Why are you here this late? Umbridge would love to catch you." He looks at you again, surprised by your chat.

"Well, I just left her office, so I don´t think she´ll be here right now," he says while munching a piece of his ham sandwich. Your eyes widen with surprise, instantly looking at his hands and seeing that the rumors that were spreading in the Slytherin house were true.

There was something written in his hand, but not written, more like carved. The ginger sees where your eyes are on, and so he lowers his hands and chuckles. "She got mad because I looked back in class."

"Doesn´t that hurt?" What a stupid question, you think. It obviously seems like it, but he doesn´t retorts, he just smiles softly at you, which makes you think. Since his arrival, he never gave you one bad glance. On the very contrary, he even chuckled and smiled at you.

"It stings a bit, but the pain was much stronger when I was writing it," he informs you, and you feel your stomach whirl. Did he write it? What a sick fucking bitch.

You look at your bowl of soup, practically full. You ate a plate of chips and fish sooner, and he probably hadn´t eaten anything. You thought for a while. Being generous for a Gryffindor was something you had to be careful about these times. But after what you found out and what you saw, you were sure your stomach wouldn´t want anything else, so you push the bowl to his side of the counter.

"You can eat it. I´m already full," you said in a generous but uninterested tone at the same time.

“I don’t think I can acce-“

“Goodbye, Weasley.” Before he could continue protesting you rise from the tiny bench and make your way to the door to leave.

“Goodbye, Sinclair.” You hear him shout from afar since you already left the kitchen behind. Why the hell was he being nice to you like that? It felt strange having someone smiling at you like that.

However you continued your way to the dorms, satisfied with your meal. When you reached the dungeons you said the password to the painting and entered the common room, seeing as being past the curfew already almost all of the Slytherins were in there. Some were chatting, others playing chess and others snogging in public.

You went direct to your room, seeing that you were the only one in there. So, you put on your pajamas, brushed your teeth, and quickly laid down on your bed, switching the lights off.

<>

You woke up after hearing Pansy talking with Daphne, the two were trying to find something to wear since they were going to Hogsmeade. You intended not to go, but you wanted to buy something for your parents to send them on Christmas, so you reluctantly rose from your bed, squinting your eyes at the sun.

“Morning sleepy head,” Daphne said with a cheerful tone and a wide smile. You nodded at her, murmuring something back, but even you didn’t understand what left your mouth, so she just giggled.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade, Sinclair?” Pansy asked from the bathroom, and you hummed in affirmation. “What?”

“I am!” You said louder for her to hear. But you hoped she wouldn’t invite you to go with them since you preferred to go alone. “But not right now. Probably in an hour or two,” you informed them, still sitting in bed watching Daphne look through her closet to find a jacket and Pansy leaving the bathroom, already ready to go.

“C’mon, Greengrass,” Pansy hissed rolling her eyes at her friend that sighed. “Just take your cloak and your scarf!”

Suddenly you hear the curtains of the other bed open, watching as Tracey sleepily rose from her sleep position to shush us. “I’m still sleeping, so please, don’t scream!” She said loudly before closing the curtains abruptly and going to sleep again.

You giggled when Pansy sighed in frustration before going to the door and opening it. “I’m on my way, Greengrass!” She shouted despite Tracey’s words and closed the door before Daphne ran to the closed door with her cloak and her green scarf in her arms, leaving her closet open.

“Wait!” She screamed while opening the door and closing it again in an instant.

You sighed, finally standing up and going to the bathroom. After a while you got ready, wearing black trousers, a green blouse, and one of your black and furred cloaks with green ankle boots.

Leaving Tracey alone and sleeping, you left an hour later since the other two left. You left the dorms and the Slytherin’s common room, walking outside of the castle and going to Hogsmead. It was cold, very cold. The snow painted everything, but the path you and the students were taking was cleaner.

You tighten your scarf while you walked alone, sometimes amongst a slower group of friends that talked and chuckled with each other. When you arrived at Hogsmeade you started to run all the shops, trying to find something to gift to your parents.

Nothing seemed to appeal to you, but it was only the end of October, so you understood why nothing seemed to be a gift to offer someone on Christmas. So, after half an hour of trying to search for something for them, you stopped and walked into Honeyducks, already smelling the sweet smell of all the candies. However, you were confronted with two gingers in front of you when you opened the door this time, both on your way and you on theirs. Just then you realized how enormous the twins were. They towered over you like fucking Big Ben.

“I…I’m sorry,” you whispered, walking backward to let them pass.

“Sinclair! Thank you, for yesterday. The soup really warmed my insides, man,” one of them said with a chuckle. You didn’t even know if he was Fred or George.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Aren’t you the one that almost killed Finnigan in your second year?” You looked at the other twin, surprised and embarrassed by his question.

Long story short, Seamus tried to do something alone to your potion while you went to the bathroom in the middle of class. When you returned you went to check it and suddenly it exploded on both of your faces. Even Snape found it hard to stop you from jumping to Seamus. You never looked on his way again, nor you partnered with him again.

“That’s just exaggerating. I never touched him,” you said annoyed, not liking how people depicted your actions. You would never kill someone over that, it’s just that you wanted Snape’s approval and a good grade.

“Don’t listen to George, he almost killed me several times.” Oh, so the twin you saw last night was Fred. “But you shouldn’t take Seamus's situation that seriously, he likes to blow up things, or so it seems.”

"I´m aware of that," you said, shivering softly under your cloak. It was so damn cold outside, and the snow falling didn´t help at all. "Well, goodbye."

You turned on your heels and started to go to the door of Honeyducks, ready to open it. But before you could move the handle Fred called out for you. "See you around, Sinclair!" You turned around and looked at the twins standing there. You quickly waved at them and entered the store, closing the door behind you and letting yourself be immersed in the hot air and the sweet smells.

You walked around the store, picking up some gummy worms and two sugar quills. You went to the balcony and paid for your items, leaving Honeyducks and walking back to Hogwarts, wishing the snow would stop falling.

Quick note: Hi! I wrote this on AO3 but I also wanted to post this here! I already have the next chapter ready but I’ll wait a few days to finish others. I pretend for this to have, at least, 10 chapters hehe. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

Ginny: *looking sad*

Percy: Want me to tell you a joke?

Ginny: *looks up, shocked*

Percy: *Hesitates* Don't be sad, cuz sad backwards is das, and das not good for you

Ginny: ....

Percy: umm Ginny are you ok?

Ginny: *screaming at the top of her lungs* PERCY JUST TOLD A JOKE

The Weasley twins from a few miles away: NO FREAKING WAY

[swiftieblyth]

Hi!! If it’s okay, completely okay if not!

Can I please request a (Fred lives au) Fred Weasley x fem!muggle!reader where it takes place not long after Fred and George open their shop (so it’s during the war technically) he’s walking around muggle London and notices a Deatheater attacking a muggle after she witnessed something he was doing. Fred saves her, and Y/n would so be terrified (she had no idea magic was real) and Fred would be like 😬 “I just used magic in front of a muggle?!”, and not completely thinking straight, he apparates…. WITH Y/n…. To the Burrow, where his whole family is gathered eating dinner… Lol poor Y/n is freaked the heck out, not knowing what I’m the world is going on, Fred is panicked, and his family is like “👁️👄👁️” Okay but after this, Molly calming the poor girl down, Fred sharing all about magic, Y/n staying with the Weasleys for a while to recover (because she has magic related injuries that a muggle hospital can’t treat), and Y/n and Fred fall in love bc she’s there for a while?

Muggle Love

warnings- orphan reader, poor reader, hurt, violence, death eaters, muggle reader, fluff!!! Takes place during book 6, but Fred lives and they live happily ever after!

You were walking around London, taking in everything, as you thought about life. It’s been a rough few months, you grew up an in orphanage and got kicked out about a month ago on your 18th birthday. You had no friends and you were living on the streets with nothing but the clothes off your back.

Growing up you always wanted to get adopted, you wanted to have a family that loved you, that didn’t kick you out. You wanted friends and a boyfriend. You wanted a cat. Really all you wanted was love.

You didn’t want this to be your life. You wanted a job, you wanted a boyfriend who loved you, a future family who loved you. Heck you still wanted a cat.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a dark masked figure staring at you, you were terrified, and tried to sneak a look. You saw him point a stick at you and all of the sudden you felt to the ground in the worst pain you have ever felt.

You screamed out in pain as you lied on the ground frankly looking around for help. No words come out of your mouth as the tears streamed your face.

The figure came up to you as you kept screaming out in pain. He pointed the stick at you again and mumbled something under his mask. The next thing you knew you were bleeding uncontrollably.

“Oi!” You heard someone yell. You weakly moved your head enough to see a tall redhead coming running your way with a stick in his hand. “Stupify!” He yelled and the masked figure went flying back.

The redhead ran to you and crouched down next to you.

“No!” You squeaked, pain rushing through your body. “Stay away from me!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he cooed pressing his stick to you and mumbling something.

“What is that? What are you doing to me?”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he cooed, as the wounds started to close. “Why didn’t you fight back?”

“With what? I don’t have one of those sticks!”

“You’re a muggle,” he breathed, carefully lifting you up, and supporting your head in his arms.

“I’m a what?” You asked, fear all over your face.

“Oh this is bad. This is really bad,” the man spiraled. “A death eater just attacked a muggle, I just used magic in front of a muggle. But it’s okay right? I mean I was saving her.”

“I’m sorry, what is—“ you were cut off by you screaming in pain as you felt the pain spread across your body.

“Shoot,” he breathed. “I’m going to help you okay? And after that, I’ll explain everything. Just hold on.”

🧡🧡🧡

You felt the world around you spin and then come to a sudden stop. You were held in the redheads arms bridal style as you appeared into a dinning room of redheads of all ages staring at the two of you.

“Fred?” A plump lady asked.

“I’ll explain everything later, but I need help. She needs help, she was attacked by a death eater.”

Everything happened so fast. You felt the room go silent and tense and then before you knew it the joy was following the lady and laying you down on an old yet comfortable couch.

“Hey, darling,” the lady smiled, crouching down next to you. “I’m Mrs. Weasley. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you some medicine and a hot bath okay?”

“A bath?” You asked. “I’ve never had a bath.”

“Mum, will she be okay? I think he got her pretty good,” the man let out.

“What do you mean darling?” The lady asked you, stroking your head. “Did your family never give you a bath growing up?”

“I-I don’t have a family.”

“I see,” the lady sighed, pulling out her stick, you froze in fear as you looked at her. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She mumbled something and you felt the pain start to ease away. “Okay, how about that bath now, yes?”

You nodded as the man came and picked you up again. He carried you up a few flights of stairs and into a bathroom where he set you down as the lady walked in.

🧡🧡🧡

“So where did you find her?” Bill asked as Fred passed around the living room.

“In London. She was walking alone by herself in an empty street. I heard someone scream and went running in that direction. I got there and saw her on the ground, screaming in pain.”

“The cruciatus curse,” George let out.

“Yeah,” Fred agreed. “But she was also bleeding uncontrollably.”

“What could do that?” George asked.

“Sectumsempra,” Arthur explained. “It’s a curse designed to make someone bleed out.”

“I was thankful able to stop the bleeding, but she’s terrified. And I’m sure she’s in a lot of pain.”

“She’ll be okay,” Molly explained, coming down the stairs. “She’s scared and tired, but she’ll be okay. Poor dear took a big hit. She’ll need to stay with us for a while because muggle hospitals won’t be able to help her.”

“Where is she?”

“In your old room, dearie.”

“Thank you, Mum.”

🧡🧡🧡

You were laying in bed when you heard a soft knock on the door. You looked up and saw the redhead walk in.

“Hi,” he smiled, walking to the other side of the bed.“I’m Fred.”

“I-I’m Y/N.” You stuttered.

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name. Care if I sit next to you, Y/N?” You looked into those beautiful brown eyes and shook your head. He carefully sat down next to you. I’m so sorry about today. You must be terrified.” You nodded, not know what to say. “Mum said you’re going to have to stay with us for a while so we can take care of you. Those muggle hospitals of yours won’t be able to help. Is there anyone you need to let know your okay?”

“No.” You shook your head, tears coming to your eyes. I- I’m an orphan. I- I got kicked out from my orphanage about a month ago when I turned 18. I have no friends or money, and I live on the streets.” Fred was silent not knowing what to say. “I’m just so lonely and want a warm place to stay before it gets any colder.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now,” Fred cooed, wiping the tears off your face. “We’ll take care of you. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you again. You can stay with me as long as you need to. Even when my twin brother, George and I go back to our flat above our joke store you can come.”

“Th-Than-Thank you.”

“Of course. Is there anything I can do for you?” You shook your head. “You should get some sleep. I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow.”

“Fred,” you asked, grabbing his arm. “Will-will you stay with me? I-I know you don’t know me, but will- will you hold me. I-I’m really scared.”

“Of course, it’s okay.” Fred let out, laying in the bed next to you.

You leaned your head onto his chest and started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you feeling hurt again? Do you need me to get my mum?”

“N-no. I- I’m just scared.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. Just get some sleep, I’ll be right here.”

🧡🧡🧡

You screamed and jolted awake, cold sweat running along your whole body. You were in so much pain and tears were streaming down your face.

“Y/N?” Fred asked, jolting up next to you, fear in his eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled, fear in your voice as you tried to squirm away.

“Y/N,” Fred cooed. “It’s me, Fred, what’s wrong?”

“F-Fr-Fred?” You asked, tears falling down your face.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me,” he breathed. You launched yourself at him and cried into his chest, grabbing onto his shirt with all the little strength you had. “What happened?”

The door opened and the rest of the Weasley’s came in. You screamed again when the door was slammed open, and pressed more into Fred chest.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. It’s just my family, they’re not going to hurt you.” Fred cooed, holding you in his arms, one hand stroking your head. “Just talk to me okay? Tell me what wrong?”

“I-it-it hurts.” You cried.

“It hurts, what hurts?”

“E-Everything.”

“Everything, okay. Mum, can you help her?”

“She’ll need a potion.”

“Can she have that?” George asked. “She’s a muggle.”

“A simple healing potion will work on her.” Bill explained.

🧡🧡🧡

A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley came back in with a potion and a bowl of soup. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until you smelled the food. You couldn’t remember the last time you ate.

“Okay, can you sit up?” Fred asked, helping you prop up against the head board.

You nodded your head, and leaned against it. “What- what is that?” You asked.

“It’s a potion dearie, it will help you.” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Not-Not that. That.” You said pointing at the bowl.

“Just some fresh chicken noodle soup dear.”

You looked at Fred with a questioning look. You’ve heard of soup but not chicken middle soup. No, all of your soups growing up were just broth and vegetables.

“It’s good,” Fred said. “I promise. When I was a kid, Mum would make this all the time when I was sick.”

“O-ok-okay,” you breathed. Mrs. Weasley came up and put the stuff down on the night table.

“When was the last time you ate dear?” She asked, noticing how pale and skinny you were.

You looked at Fred with tears in your eyes.

“Perhaps another time, Mum.” He cut in, getting up and walking to her. “She’s exhausted.”

“Right, sorry, dear. Goodnight.” She left and Fred walked over to you, sitting next to you, picking up the potion thing.

“This won’t taste good, but it’ll help,” he explained opening it. He held it to your mouth and you drank the whole thing. “Do you want some food?” He asked picking up the bowl.

You nodded and he started spoon feeding you. He blow on it to cool it off then brought it to your mouth.

Your eyes let up as you tasted it. Like fireworks going of in her mouth with all the amazing flavor.

“It’s good isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you smiled, as he brought another spoon to your mouth.

🧡🧡🧡

It’s been about a week and you’re doing much better. You still find yourself scared at times, but you’ve come to understand magic and that it’s a real thing.

Fred has been a huge help this past week. He’s been there for you every step of the way in your recovery, and he explained everything in such delicacy. It was still all so knew to you but you knew that magic was real and that a kid named Harry Potter was to fight someone named ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ what ever that meant. And that there was a giant wizarding war going on and you just so happened to be caught in the middle of it.

You hate to admit it, but you developed a crush on Fred. He’d been there for you, and he held you when you were scared. He promised he was going to protect you forever and make sure no one hurt you again. He was the first person who ever showed you love and you didn’t want to let him go.

“What you thinking about, love?” Fred asked, walking into your room, sitting on the bed next to you.

There it is. There’s that nickname that makes your heart race every time he calls you that.

Love.

Does he mean anything by it, or is that just something he says?

“I’m just thinking about life.” You explained, looking up at him.

“What about life?” He asked, brushing some hair out of your face, and tucking it behind your ear.

“Just that I was probably on death’s doorstep anyways.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I was homeless, and living on my own in the streets. I hadn’t eaten a meal in about a week. Maybe that guy was just trying to to me a favor.”

“hey, look at me,” he ordered, gingerly cupping your face. “He was trying to kill you because you’re a muggle. He didn’t know or care that you were homeless. He thinks that the world is better without muggles, all the death eaters think that. But it doesn’t matter now yeah?”

“But the second I have to leave I’ll be on my own again, no one to protect me if they come back.”

“Love, I’m not leaving you. You can stay with me.”

“Are-Are you sure? I don’t want to be in the way.”

“You would never be in the way. George already went back to our flat, but once you feel up to it I can take you there. We only have two room so George and I can share one so you can have one.”

“Can-can I share with-with you? You’re the only one I feel truly safe with.”

“Of course love,” he replied, hugging you.

“Thanks, Freddie.”

“Freddie?” He asked, looking down at you.

“S-sorry. I mean Fred.”

“No, I liked it. You can keep calling me Freddie. Is it okay if I keep calling you love?”

“Yes. Freddie, I think I’m ready to go to your shop.”

🧡🧡🧡

A few weeks later you and Fred got a lot closer. It was a slow day and Fred decided to take you shopping.

“Are you sure your kind of people will let me around?” You asked, as he held your hand, walking you around Diagon Ally.

“I’m sure they will love. It will be fine. Besides, you need clothes that are yours not mine.”

“But your clothes are so comfy.” You pouted.

You’d been doing a lot better. You’re not scared anymore. At least not around the Weasley’s. But most importantly you’re not alone. You have Fred, and a place to live, and three meals a day. You were looking a lot healthier and happier, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“Freddie look!” You called that afternoon, standing outside a store.

“What is it love?” He asked, coming to your side.

“Look at this poor cat,” you let out, looking at a lonely cat at an alleyway. The cat was on its own and skinny. “It must be a stray. Like me.”

“Love, you’re not a stray anymore.”

“Can we keep them? That way they don’t have to be a stray? They could keep me company while you and George are at work.”

“Of course love. Let’s take them to the vet.”

“Thank you, Freddie! I love you so much!” You yelled, not thinking.

both of your faces turned bright red as you processed what was just said.

“W-what?”

“Sorry, I, I didn’t mean that.”

“Love,” Fred let out, cupping your face.

“I love you too.”

“What?” You asked.

“I love you too. I’m so glad I found you.”

[masivechaos]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder✧˖*°࿐ fred weasley x fem! reader

Warning/content: kissing, first time writing for fred be aware, my English

w/c: 0.4k

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Everyone was excited about the Yule Ball and Fred Weasley wasn’t an exception. As much as he tried to seem relaxed about it, he was freaking out. Asking you out by throwing you a paper at the other side of the table was easy but actually spending the evening with you was stressing him a bit.

But he didn’t have time to think anymore because, at this exact moment, you were in front of him, wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. “You look stunning,” he said, not able to keep the information to himself.

You looked up at him and smiled “Thank you. Could say the same about you” 

Fred let out a laugh before taking your hand in his, leading you to the dancefloor. You both danced for so long that your legs felt sore. Thus, you were more than relieved when Fred invited you to take a break, taking you to an empty corridor far from the other students.

You sat down on the cold stone floor with your back against the wall. Instinctively, you got closer to Fred, who had sat next to you, letting his arm slide around your waist. Fred’s heart missed a beat when you put your head on his shoulder. You both stayed in silence, comfortable with each other’s calm presence.

Fred wished you could kiss him, pressing your lips against his. He wanted this for so long and hoped tonight was finally the moment. He wanted both of you to just fall in love, stay with each other, happy.

And as if you could read his mind, you lifted your head, looking into his eyes with a smile on your lips. You checked for any sign of resistance and leaned in, drawing your hand to the back of his neck and finally pulled him into a kiss. You were a little surprised that you were the one making the first move tonight.

Without even thinking, he kissed you back, cupping your face with his hands. He forgot about everything else, his stomach was all butterflies and fireworks. You kept kissing him, the muffled music mixed with the dim light and the moonlight was making you feel like you were alone. You and Fred against the world, together and in love.

One of his hands came to your waist, slightly pinching the skin there, making you gasp so he was able to deepen the kiss. He let out a small laugh at your surprise and you pulled away “You really are an idiot,” you said but your large grin was betraying you.

“You love me,” he replied. And Merlin, he had never been more right.

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[bi-b1tches]

Kidnapper: I have your child.

Miss Weasley: which one I have seven?

Kidnapper: the loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Miss Weasley: which one I have seven?

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 2: Quilt

Words: 411 | Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

“It’s bloody hideous!” Ron shouts while unraveling the neatly folded fabric he’d pulled from the oversized gift box.

You sit at the end of the bed, observing the gift his mother had sent as Ron’s housewarming gift.

“Well, what’s wrong with it?” You ask, genuinely not understanding his complaint.

“The colors are ghastly and the weaving—“

You huff loudly, climbing off the edge of the bed whilst approaching the ungrateful man in front of you.

Scattered is his reddened hair, matted from rolling out of bed to fetch the day’s post, and his cheeks as rosy as the smoke in a remembrall when he realized it wasn’t something he’d anticipated.

“Merlin! You can’t possibly be complaining about a gift, especially not one that probably took your mum days on end to craft,” you scowl and snatch the knitted fabric from his hands.

In a quick swish, you unravel the entire fabric and it comes to a landing across the bottom half of the bed.

You glance over each stitch, all handmade, no shortcuts, and every few sections of knitted squares tell a different story.

“Look,” you breathe and trace over the first set before settling on the bed again. “Your first time on the train platform. Your first boat ride to Hogwarts…” and you begin to tell the story of each stitch.

Ronald eventually settles by your side, examining each section closely while wrapping you in the warmth of his hairy arms, but not before an initial eye roll.

“And here, my first time trying out for Quidditch,” he laughs while pointing at the knitted section. “Harry must’ve told her about that.”

“He must’ve,” you giggle. “Now if I remember correctly, that was ghastly.”

He chuckles as you lean your head back against his shoulder and you shift your focus from the quilt to his freckled cheeks and blue eyes.

“I love you, you know?”

“And I love you too, Ronald Weasley, and this adorable quilt your mother made for you.”

He smiles a bright smile, eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you in closer along with the quilt before placing a gentle kiss on your puffed lips. When he pulls away, you feel nothing but warmth surrounding you. Like a soft hug, in his arms and with the warmth of the quilt, you feel right at home.

“I guess this isn’t so ghastly after all?” You hum.

“No, not at all,” Ron breaths and kisses you gently once more.

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Now Fred my dear, did you really think that would would get one over your mother? That she wouldn’t question how Harry came to the borrow? Harry, a twelve year old wizard unable to use magic legally, who had never been the Burrow before in his life.

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10 Harry potter head canons

1) Muggleborns' siblings send them howlers shouting "WHAT TEAM?!" And all the muggleborns in the grand hall shout back "WILDCATS!!!" While all the pure blood kids are proper confused

2) A group of last year Gryffindors taped a meter stick to the spear on their tower just so its taller than the Ravenclaw tower

3) After the battle, hogwarts introduced phones for quick contacts for muggleborns family, the pureblood wizards are always supprised how the new nokia phones their muggleborn friends have, never breaks. Arthur Weasley and his department go on a trip to hogwarts to ask about the phones.

4) After Fred Weasley was tragically killed in the battle, George Weasely wasnt able to look into a mirror for a long time.

5) A month after Freds death, George is helping Molly when she says "Fred could you pass-" she starts to cry from her mistake and apologises. Through his tears George replies "honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."

6) The Ravenclaw common room isnt gender ruled and theres nothing like the stairs turning into a slide like the Gryffindors common room because theyre all quite happy to run to eachothers room at 5am when an idea strikes. However if theres a sign for them to not enter they respect the room owners wish and tell their other friends.

7) Ravenclaws will tell Slytherins the password for the eagle so they can have late night debates that become terrifying, others come along to just to laugh at the fact theyre debating rocking chairs over spinny desk chairs.

8) The Hufflepuff common room has a small corner filled with soft pillows and blankets and if they see anyone there looking sad theyll sit with them until they feel better or fall asleep.

9) There is alot of sass coming from the Ravenclaws towards the eagle door knocker, especially after they spent most of the night at a Gryffindor party.

10) Irish Slytherins start a rumour that st Patrick driving the snakes out of ireland was actually Salazar Slythierin recruting young Slytherins the join hogwarts.