#the twins and ginny can't stop laughing about this

[pooks]

Sirius: Say something rebellious. Percy: Um...okay, I think the working class should uprise against the rich people. Sirius: I said rebellious, not revolutionary.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hey bestie, can you write 30 with f reader x fred?

She's spending Christmas with the Wesley's as she doesn't have a family as they died in the first war and were in the OG Order of the Phoenix (which they don't realise maybe until Fred and George are discussing going home for Christmas, and reader mentions staying at Hogwarts), and Fred has fancied her since they were best friends.

https://www.tumblr.com/writerthreads/704592881806082048/30-festive-writing-prompts-for-your-wipone-shots?source=share

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Under the Mistletoe

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

"Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!"

"Frederick Gideon Weasley!" Molly yelled from the kitchen. "Leave that poor girl alone! She's here to celebrate Christmas with us, not have you chase her through the house like a crazed lunatic."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Y/N said, then turned, laughing, and stuck her tongue out at Fred.

~•~

It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss Fred. She really, truly did. But he was one of her dearest friends and also Hogwart's most notorious playboy. She was certain he would never see her as anything other than a friend. And if she kissed him, even just the smallest peck, all those feelings she kept buried would force their way to the surface, and she wasn't sure she could shove them back down again.

Four days earlier

"Well, that settles it," Fred announced. "You're going home with us for Christmas."

"But - I... " Y/N stammered.

"Nope, no buts," George said. "You don't have a family to go home to for Christmas. So, you're coming to ours."

"Exactly," Fred nodded in agreement. After learning that not only had her parents been killed in the First Wizarding World, but her grandfather, her only family, had passed away over the summer, there was no way he was taking no for an answer.

"But what about your parents?" She argued. "How would they feel if you just brought a random stranger home for the holidays."

"First off," Fred held up a finger. "You're not random. And second," he held up another finger. "You're not a stranger. And third," he held up yet another finger. "While you were busy arguing with us, Ginny sent a note to mum telling her to expect an extra guest. So there." Fred folded his arms, looking quite pleased with himself. "Now, let's get you packed."

~•~

Nothing could be sweeter to Fred's ears than Y/N's laughter ringing through the Burrow. He'd fancied her for a long time, though he'd never worked up the guts to tell her.

Oh sure, he could woo girls left and right, but when it came down to actual feelings, he lost all ability to speak or breathe or function at all. That was why he kept trying to get Y/N under the mistletoe. He was good at kissing, and he thought that maybe if he could just give her a small kiss, he could somehow convey all those pent-up emotions.

Except things weren't working out as he'd expected. The only reason he was doing the whole mistletoe thing was that he thought she felt the same way. Occasionally, he caught her looking at him in a way that suggested more than just feelings of friendship.

"Maybe I'm wrong," he confided to George. "Maybe it's just wishful thinking."

"Or maybe you need to change tactics," his brother suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this," George shook his head. "But I agree with mum. You are chasing her around like a crazed lunatic."

Fred sighed. "So what do you suggest?"

"Well, I know this is a pretty revolutionary idea, but stick with me," his twin began. "But you could just try talking to Y/N. Tell her how you feel."

"Tell me how you feel about what?" Y/N's voice startled both boys, who swerved around to see her standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

~•~

Y/N and Fred sat side by side on his bed. For a long while, neither spoke.

"Whatever this is, it must be serious," Y/N said, breaking the silence. "If you're at a loss for words."

Fred opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I, um... you know how I've been trying to get you under the mistletoe?" He asked.

"Yeah... "

"I'm not just trying to... you're not like all the other girls. Not to me anyway."

With every stumbling word, Y/N's heart beat a little faster. "W-what are you trying to say, Fred?"

"I'm saying that," he paused to clear his throat. "That I like you. Alot. Alot more than as a friend. But if you don't feel - "

"I do feel the same way," Y/N interjected.

Fred's eyes widened. "You do?"

Y/N nodded. "That's why I wouldn't kiss you. There'd be no going back for me if I did."

" Yeah. Me either."

"So would you like to - " She barely got the words out before his lips were on hers, tender yet all-encompassing.

Even after their lips parted, they remained with their foreheads together, eyes closed for a few lingering moments.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Fred mummered.

"Me too." Y/N felt more than saw his smile.

"Wanna do it again?" He asked.

"You don't even have to ask," she smiled, leaning forward.

"Oh wait! We need something!" Fred yelped, causing her to jump. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, holding it over their heads.

"Have you been carrying that around all day?" She laughed.

"Yep!" He replied. "I didn't know when the opportunity might present itself and wanted to be ready."

Y/N giggled and shook her head. "It's a good thing you're so cute, you know."

"I know," he winked and leaned for the second round.

~•~

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[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 27

WARNINGS: passionate kissing

You struggle to keep up as Fred and George tug you through the halls of Hogwarts castle.

"Slow down!" you pant.

"We can't! We're losing daylight," the twins say together, still pulling you along.

"It's only 1:30," you huff under your breath.

Eventually, the three of you reach the Quidditch stadium field. At once, Fred and George call out, "Accio Cleansweep!" Seconds later, two broomsticks seem to come out of nowhere and into the twins' open hands.

Fred turns to George and asks, "D'you think Ginny would mind if we borrowed her broomstick?"

"Not if we said it was for y/n to use," George responds.

You shake your head. "No, don't bother. I can't fly on my own."

"Really?" George says. "But you must've taken Madam Hooch's flying class during your first year."

"I did, but I barely passed," you chuckle, embarrassed to admit it. "I don't trust myself to be so high up. I get all shaky."

"Wow! Finally, something that y/n isn't good at!" Fred exclaims.

You roll your eyes and shove his arm playfully.

"So you've got a fear of heights?" George asks disappointedly.

"No, no," you quickly clarify, shaking your head. "That's not it. If anything, I love the view more than anyone. I even enjoy a good climbing tree here and there. I just... Let's just say I can depend on my smarts more than I can my athletic skills," you laugh. Fred and George smile at this, causing you to become bashful, but you quickly shake it off. "I'm alright if I'm flying with someone who knows what they're doing."

"Well, you're in luck, y/n!" says Fred. "Because we know exactly what we're doing." Both twins mount their brooms. You watch in awe as Fred takes off, using his long legs to push himself from the ground and into the air. He hovers about ten feet away, waiting for you and George to join him.

"Come on then!" George encourages. He scoots forward on his broom and excitedly pats the open space behind him in invitation.

You take in a deep breath. "Okay."

You nervously move to sit behind George, your heart beat quickening as you wrap your arms around his waist. You can't help but acknowledge how strong his torso feels.

"Try not to enjoy this too much," George says jokingly, though you're half-certain he must've read your mind.

"I was about to tell you the same thing," you gingerly laugh. You're glad that George can't see your furious blushing, but Fred can. He grins knowingly down at you, and you hide behind George in humiliation.

George chuckles. "Ready?"

"I haven't done this in years, so please start slow," you plead, tightening your hold on him.

"Sure thing," he replies. He steadies his feet flat on the ground and you shut your eyes tight. You anticipate the jerk of the lift off, but for a moment too long you don't feel anything.

"Open your eyes, y/n," you hear one of the twins say.

You open your eyes to see Fred floating alongside you. He smiles cheerily. You look down at the green field far below and gasp, clinging to George in fear. The twins laugh.

"Careful now. Hug me any tighter and I won't be able to breath," George wheezes exaggeratedly.

"Sorry," you apologize, loosening your hold around his waist.

Fred snorts. "He's not."

You laugh and George shamelessly shrugs.

You watch anxiously as Fred soars away. He spins around to fly upside down and performs loop-de-loops for your entertainment. You start to let go of George to applaud, but quickly catch yourself and grab George's waist once more.

"That was brilliant, Fred!" you yell.

George looks over his shoulder to grin at you. "Would you like to try that?" he asks.

"No!" you instantly shout. You clear your throat. "No, thank you," you finish sheepishly.

"Alrighty then," George chortles. "We'll just cruise for a bit."

You hold on tight as George gradually takes you higher in a wide spiral. He stops once you're level with Hogwarts' astronomy tower. The view of the castle, the rippling lake, and the surrounding mountains from so high up takes your breath away.

"Wow... how beautiful," you sigh in amazement.

"Not as beautiful as you," both twins say in unison as Fred flies up to float at your side once more.

"Aw, thank you, guys," you giggle, grinning at Fred. You rest your head on George's back and give him an affectionate squeeze. You feel his muscles relax as he sighs happily.

In that moment, you are so utterly content. You close your eyes peacefully and feel the cold wind on your face. You can hear the faint sound of birds chirping in the trees down below. You inhale the smell of honey and redwood coming off of George's sweater. And with the twins so near, there's nothing else that could make you happier.

The word "love" forms in your mind, and you can almost feel it forming on your tongue, but you force yourself to remain silent. You still wonder if it's too soon to confess, even if your feelings are obvious.

Without speaking another word, Fred flies forward towards the lake. You and George follow at a slower speed. You lean to the side to see past George and watch as Fred dips down, barely missing the edge of the trees before reaching the lakeshore. George does the same, though he descends gently.

You fly over the lake, so close to the water's surface. George reaches out with one hand and strokes the small waves, splashing droplets in your direction. You squeal in surprise.

"Hey!" you laugh, and George laughs with you.

You and George follow behind Fred as he soars higher into the sky, up, around, and over Hogwarts castle. You realize that you've never felt so free. You start to holler with gladness and the twins join in. The three of you whoop, cheer, and laugh. But soon you feel your fingers freezing up in the rushing, winter air, and you sadly request that George bring you to the ground.

You and George land back in the quidditch field with Fred not far behind. After managing to get off the broom without tipping over, you move to George on wobbly legs.

In your extreme happiness, you throw yourself onto him, pulling George into a passionate kiss. He's caught by surprise at first, but soon drops his broom and returns the gesture with even more passion. He crushes your body to his, his lips moving against yours with an overwhelming ferocity. You almost believe you're going to faint until you spot Fred dismounting his broom. You finish your kiss with George forcefully, leaving him gasping for air, before running to Fred.

Fred has already tossed his broom to the side and welcomes you with a joyful grin and open arms. You leap, and he catches you in a bear hug. You crash your lips to his and he responds accordingly, moving perfectly in sync. You cup his face with both of your ice-cold hands, but he doesn't care. He holds you like he'll never get to hold you again, clutching your waist so tight that you eventually can't breathe. You reluctantly break the heavy kiss, and, after a moment of both of you panting in recovery, Fred sets you down.

George has come to join the two of you, and you give both of the twins one more quick hug and kiss.

"George," you say after pulling away. "Fred..." You can't hold back the strong emotions inside of you. "I think... I think I love—"

"Weasley! Y/l/n!" a sickeningly familiar voice rings throughout the stadium, and the three of you freeze in place. You slowly turn around, dread welling up in your stomach, to find that the voice belongs to none other than Professor Umbridge.

[turvi]

Art Deco

The picture was taken from Pinterest obviously

George Weasley X f! Reader

You have always loved taking pictures and have requested your father for a camera for a long time. When you finally turned 18 your father gifted you a camera. When you took your camera back to Hogwarts all your friends were amazed at the photography skills you had. The Weasley twins were especially interested.

Because whenever they asked you to let them see the pictures in there you would refuse. So when during the holidays you were at the Burrow along with your friends Harry and Hermione you decided to bring your beloved camera, Fred and George made a plan to get hold of your camera as soon as you left it.

"Y/n hurry up we are getting late" Ginny yelled from downstairs.

"Just a minute I can't find my camera," you said breathlessly

"Oh, Merlin Y/n were are going Christmas shopping, give your camera a break you won't need it there" Hermoine voiced

"Hermione my love you never know when a pretty view is in front of my eyes and I would like to capture it with my camera, for example right now," I said descending the creating stairs

"Right now we are standing in front of you," Ginny said putting her hands on her hips resembling a lot like Molly.

"Exactly my point," I said finally giving up my search for the camera to look at the two blushing girls.

"Ok girls looks like I am going without my camera" you huff

As soon as you close the door Fred and George come out of their room.

"Ready to look at some pictures George?" Fred asked with his signature smirk

"Absolutely Fred"

"Why don't I make us some hot chocolate Ginny said they will be out for a while so while we look at the pictures we will have a hot beverage to enjoy" Fred suggested

"You read my mind, Fred"

Soon Fred entered their living room with two mugs brimmed with steaming hot chocolate.

"Ready George?"

"Ready Fred"

They soon were going through the pictures you had taken and as expected they were very beautiful. It looked like a professional photographer had taken them. You had taken photos of literally everything from the first sunrise of the winter to birds feeding their babies to George. Wait!??

"Go back"

Fred clicked the buttons to see a candid picture of George.

"She must have clicked my photos too since I am more handsome than you" Fred quipped

George didn't even bother answering as he was busy calming his beating heart. He had feelings for you ever since Ron first introduced you two but never acted on it since Ron is your friend and thought it would make things awkward.

"Huh, looks like our Y/n has feelings for you"

He was stunned at his words. He stopped paying attention as soon as he saw himself on her camera

"What makes you say that?"

"Look she has taken only your pictures" Fred had a shit-eating grin now. He was enjoying this. His twin brother and Ron's friend who would have thought?

Yeah, sure he saw when George would dagger stares at some poor boy when he approached you, or the time when he caught George giving you heart eyes when you were discussing your passion at the dinner table, or the time he walked in on George smelling the blanket you used. Ok yeah, he knew it was very obvious.

"Show me" Fred handed your camera to George's shaky hand. He noticed how the color of his twin's cheeks was turning the same as the color of their hair as he went through his photos. You made him look so beautiful. There were so many pictures of him.

Pictures of him laughing with Fred, sleeping on the couch, smiling in the sunlight, all sweaty playing quidditch. The butterflies were now breakdancing in his stomach.

"So are you going to finally tell her about your feelings?" Fred interrupted him from his thoughts.

"Wha- what feelings?" his palms were sweaty, there was no way Fred knew about his feelings

"Come on George I am your twin brother you thought you would be able to hide your feelings from me for too long?" he patted George's back

"Now you better tell her how you feel or I will kick you out of our home because your puppy love is slowly driving me crazy"

With that Fred left George in the living room to wonder how will he confess his love.

It was getting dark when you, Hermione and Ginny returned to the burrow. A huge commotion started forming at the doorstep. Everyone excited to see their presents.

"Kids no one will see their presents until Christmas" Molly berating the kids trying to clear the crowd

As soon as everyone took their spots you noticed George was still there leaning on the wall looking at you with an enamoured look.

"So you like taking pictures of sunrise?"

"Ye- yeah I think they are beautiful"

"You think I'm beautiful too?" he asked without missing a beat.

Your breath hitched his smirk only growing at your reaction. He closed the distance between you not breaking eye contact. You felt sparks when he took your hand putting your camera on your extended palm.

"I am so sorry I -

You got interrupted as he closed you in between him and the wall, putting an arm beside you.

"Sorry? Oh no love I loved the pictures you took there are so many I bet if I try looking I'll find more"

"ah," that's the most you could get out of your mouth.

"Don't worry I think you are beautiful too, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime?"

You quickly nod

"Words baby" nuzzling in your neck with his nose enjoying the reactions you are giving him.

"Y-yes I would l-like to" you took a deep breath to calm your beating heart

"Good I am looking forward to our first date," he said leaning away but not before kissing your cheek.

A/N: Was that good?

[tomjamesavery]

Twins and Trampoline Parks Written for the Ginnyversary Challenge with the prompt: #I16 — "Why had no-one ever mentioned Mum's twin?" Read on: AO3 Ginny felt like she had been trampled by a horde of wild elephants.

It was Albus’ 14th birthday and they had invited the entire next generation of the Weasley-Potter Clan. Albus had wished to go to a trampoline park for his birthday party, and so Ginny and Harry had organized a trip to London, which with twelve kids in tow, reminded Ginny of the time when Hagrid had them trying to herd Mooncalves back in Care of Magical Creatures. Especially cause Albus had brought three extra boys from his year, including Scorpius. But today she luckily had the help of her husband, who was currently consoling a crying Lily, as well as Teddy and Victoire. Molly and Roxanne had opted out of coming since they were simply too old to attend a children’s birthday party, and unlike Teddy and his girlfriend, didn’t have the same close ties to Albus. “Stay together” Ginny called out, as she watched James and Fred sprinting down the street Albus, Rose, and Hugo in close ties behind them, she only rolled her eyes and shot Teddy a grateful look as he paced after the Kids.

After what had felt like the most stressful journey of her life, the group finally arrived at the trampoline park, and Ginny felt positively ready for a nice nap.

The kids were sorted into little groups as they changed their socks into jumping ones, and Ginny felt relief, the trampoline park guides would take it from there. She plopped herself down onto a cushioned bench that let her oversee the entire indoor park, and since it was a Saturday it was pretty full. As the howling horde of children threw themselves onto the trampolines she sighed in relief, closing her eyes for a second, just as she felt a strong hand coming around her waist, the familiar scent of her husband’s cologne filling her nostrils. And it calmed her instantly, she still had her eyes closed as she simply laid her head onto his shoulder, and he pulled her towards him, as they melted into each other.

“Those lot really can be a handful.” He started, his voice soft.

“Not quite the innocent little angels we all were.” Harry teased, and Ginny only snorted in response, now opening her eyes to observe the screeching and laughing group that was wildly playing in front of them.

“I can't decide if we were worse or better.” She asked, watching as James and Fred tossed a laughing Hugo into the ball pit, sending up a shower of rainbow balls in response.

Harry giggled. “Maybe it’s better to leave that question unanswered.”

His left hand came up cupping Ginny’s cheek as he leaned in and they chastely kissed each other on the lips. But their little moment was short-lived as Ginny heard an all too familiar groan from their right.

“Mum! Dad! Can't you two stop for five minutes.” Albus' shrill voice rang out.

Ginny giggled as she and Harry disconnected, now turning towards their second-oldest son, he had Rose and Scorpius in tow, who both shot each other a grin.

“What is it Al, do you need anything,” Ginny asked, taking in the sweat-covered boy, his hair and eyes just like his father's.

Albus shook his head. “No, but you got to see this Mum. Why did no one mention you had a twin.” Ginny was confused for a second, but Albus pointed to their right where a red-haired woman was talking with a man, her hair almost the exact tone and length as Ginny’s.

Ginny couldn’t believe her eyes, the woman even seemed to be around the same height as her, similar body shape and all.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a smirking Scorpius whisper something into Albus' ear, as he nodded towards Ginny’s clone, earning him an elbow to the stomach from Albus. But Ginny was too distracted by the woman to really notice, something about seeing someone looking so much like yourself was strangely eerie. But when she felt Harry’s lips on her neck she relaxed again. “Babe she doesn’t look like one bit, you’re so much prettier, more vibrant, and her hair doesn’t have that flaming look that yours has.” He whispered

“And your butt looks miles better from that angle!” Ginny chuckled as she turned towards her husband again. “Oh, you’d know that.” She cupped his face and they came together for another kiss, this time deep and desperately, and she quickly lost herself in him. Not even noticing the familiar call out behind them. “Mum! Dad!”

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Third Year - One

Masterlist

September 1st 1993

"Oh my darling girl, I've only just got you back after four years and now you're going again, I've missed my baby" My mother, Molly Weasley, sobbed whilst she squeezed me in a bone crushing embrace.

"Mum! We're gonna miss the train" My Twin Brother, Ron Whined.

"Oh Hush Ronald, even if you did, its not like that would stop you from getting to Hogwarts" Mum glared at Ron as I stepped out of her embrace and she gave another hug to the other Twins, most likely threatening them if they misbehaved.

I snorted a laugh, remembering what Ginny told me about Ron and Harry's joyride in Dads car last year, but that was the best part as she caught me up of the events that occurred, I could only imagine how much that would've affected my little sister.

Ron shot a glare at me in a way of saying "you better shut up or I'll make sure you wont be able to find any of your class's"

"Ronald, you better look after Keira and help her, you should remember how hard it was for you on your first day at Hogwarts" Mum lectured Ron as Harry walked back over to us after having a chat about Merlin knows what with Dad, probably muggle related.

"Yes Mum, I know, but we really have to go!" my twin pouted, again.

"It's okay Mrs Wealsey, she has Harry and I to help her out as well" Hermione smiled as she gently nudged my side.

"Yes of course, off you go all of you and have a wonderful time, and behave!" Mum waved us off as we gathered up our luggage and made our way onto the Hogwarts Express.

"Wait! Ron! Don't forget Scabbers!" Mum called as she reached up with Scabbers held in her hands.

Ron reached through an open window to grab him from Mum, We then waved and shouted out goodbyes as the Train departed.

Percy was the first to leave us as he made his way to the Head Boy and Girl compartment. Then Ginny as she spotted some of her friends in her year and it was just Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry and I.

Fred and George helped Carry some of my luggage as they were winking at some of the girls in their year, making a right show out of it as if they were big strong men, which they are not.

"Guys, come on, lets go find an empty Compartment" Ron nodded at us as he walked down the corridor full of students.

Fred and George had already left with their friend lee Jordan, when we eventually found a compartment at the end of the train, there was a man sat inside, he looked to be sleeping as he lent his head on the window, I noticed how his clothes were shabby wizard robes, he had scars on his face and light brown hair with specks of grey.

"Who'd you reckon he is?" Ron hissed as we sat down and Harry slid the door shut, Ron, Harry and I squashed up on the opposite seat, Ron making me sit at the window so he didn't have to sit right opposite the man, as Hermione took the other side, making sure to sit farthest from the window

"Professor R.J. Lupin" Hermione whispered.

"How'd you know that?"

"Its on his case dumb arse" I sighed as I smacked Ron across the head and pointed at the mans luggage.

"Ouch" Ron rubbed his head as he glared at me "wonder what he teaches"

"that's obvious" whispered Hermione "theres only one vacancy isn't there? defence against the dark arts"

"Oh yeah, Mums crush was the last one, wasn't he?" I joked "can't believe he obliviated himself like an idiot"

"well I hope he's up to it" said Ron. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesnt he?"

"Don't be so rude, you don't look like you could handle much either" I said to him.

"Anyway ...what were you going to tell us?" Ron said to Harry, his back facing me.

Harry glanced at me before looking back at Ron and Hermione

"Sorry, do you want me to leave or something?" I asked him, feeling quite awkward

"Oh- n-no, its fine" He blushed.

He then went into detail about Mum and Dad's fight and what Dad had told him.

How bloody important was this kid? From what I've heard something has put his life at risk every year, was he made out of gold?

"Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry ... You'll have to be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry"

"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me."

"How poetic." I said

"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?"

Well four for four, right?

"No one knows how he got out of Azkaban, No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner, too."

"But they'll catch him, won't they? I mean, They've got all the Muggles looking out for him, too ..."

"I mean, Muggles hasn't exactly stopped him before" I thought out loud.

"Whats that noise?" Ron said

"your brain working perhaps? maybe its overheating" I said "Ow, I'm joking, wait I hear it too"

There was a faint whistle noise somewhere in the compartment.

"Its coming from your trunk, Harry" Ron told him. Standing up and Reaching into the luggage rack.

"Oh, I forgot you bought that" Ron had Pulled out the Pocket Sneakascope from Harry's Robes.

"Is that a Sneakascope?" Hermione asked

"Yeah ... mind you, it's a very cheap one,  It went hay-wire just as I was tying it to Errols leg to send it to Harry"

"I always knew there was something off with that Bloody pigeon, hes very suspicious"

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?"

"No!-"

"Mum said he couldn't use Errol because he doesn't do well on long journeys"

"How else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?"

"Could've just waited until you saw him next, instead of putting Errol at risk"

"You just said there was something suspicious about him, and called him a pigeon"

"That literally proves nothing, what is your point?" I asked him

"Stick it back in the trunk, Or it'll wake him up" Harry said, pointing towards Lupin.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade" Ron said, sitting back down "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, Magical instruments and stuff, Fred and George told me"

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade? I've read it's the only entirely non-muggle settlement in Britain-

"Yeah I think it is" Ron cut Hermione off

"Hey! don't be so rude" I told him off.

The three of them talked about the history of Hogsmeade, Honeydukes and how Harry can't go because of the stupid Dursleys. I zoned out until Ron had a fight with Crookshanks.

                                   •

We were all enjoying food from the trolley when our compartment door slid open once again.

Three boys occupied the space, the platinum blond with the side parting was clearly in charge as he stood in front of the two meaty boys, if I was being honest he seemed really handsome, but by the change of vibe in the atmosphere I could guess they were not friends of my brother and his friends, I looked up at them curiously as the blond boy sneered at Harry

"well look who it is" the boy said in a lazy drawl "potty and the weasel" his body guards chuckled like a pair of trolls, I could already tell I was going to hate this trio.

"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," he laughed again "Did your mother die of shock?"

My twin shot up like a rocket, resulting in him knocking Crookshanks basket to the floor.

Professor lupin gave a snort and we all snapped our heads to look at him

"who's that?" The blond asked as he took a step back

"New teacher" Harry said as I got to my feet in case I had to hold Ron back

"and who's that?" he asked again as his eyes landed on me

"I could ask you the same thing" I told him, still confused why he was here as it was apparent no one liked one another

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he introduced himself "and now you"

"none of your business Malfoy, piss off" Ron spat at him causing me to grab his upper arms to hold him back and Harry standing to help me.

"Bond, James Bond" I said, which made Harry and Hermione chuckle, clearly getting the muggle reference from a set of books. But the others just stared at me in confusion

"your parents named you James bond? isn't that a boys name?" Malfoy asked, scrunching his face up as if he could smell something terrible.

"No you idiot" I deadpanned. 

Lupin made another noise

"whatever freak, C'mon" he muttered resentfully to his friends

"whats his problem?" I asked as we took our seats again

"Keira, He's a Malfoy, they're all the same, arrogant bastards" Ron glared and Massaged his knuckles "I'm not going to take any rubbish from Malfoy this year," he said angrily. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about our family, I'm going to get hold of his head and-

"Ron," Hermione hissed at him.

                                   •

"We must be nearly there" Ron said, leaning on me to look out the window

"Get off!" I pushed him, the words barely left my mouth as the train started to slow down

"Brilliant" my brother cheered "I'm starving, I want to go to the feast"

"your always starving" I rolled my eyes

"Like you can talk much" he said

"we cant be there yet" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows "so why're we stopping?"

call it pathetic fallacy if you will but as the train got slower the rain and wind got louder and heavier. The temperature dropped to minus numbers and it got terribly icy.

Harry, being closest to the door, peered his head out, me and Ron leaning out to look down the corridor to see other heads poking out the compartments.

The train came to a halt and the luggage fell of the racks, something thing landing on me and Ron, the lamps and all source of light went next

"whats going on?" Ron asked from behind Harry

"ouch!" Hermione gasped "Ronald! that was my foot!"

Harry moved out of the way to sit down "do you think we've broken down?"

"dunno"

"i'm gonna go look, maybe find the trolley witch and ask whats going on" I told them as I stepped past Ron, halfway out of the door

"Be careful alright, come back soon" My Older brother by nine minutes told me.

"you worry too much" I shook my head as I felt around the corridor and reached into my pocket to pull out my wand and whispering Lumos, a small ball of light illuminating on the top of my wand, but anything was better than nothing.

something walked into me causing me to take a step back

"ouch, sorry" a boys voice spoke out

"its alright" I smiled at him and shone my light so I could see his face then stepped past him as I continued down the corridor, what didn't help was that I was in the dark and I had no idea who anyone was, I couldn't even spot; Ginny, Fred & George or even Percy.

Brilliant thinking, Keira!

I continued down the corridor until suddenly someone grabbed a hold of my wrist and yanked me into an empty compartment.

Hey no fair, where was this when we were looking for one earlier?!

I yelped in pain and shock as whoever the person was slammed shut the compartment door "hey what the hell-

"shut up!" a voice whispered as a hand was clamped over my mouth and my eyes went wide.

"now you don't look like a first year, and I would be confused why you would be associating yourself with, weaselbee, Mudblood and Saint Potter" I could tell by his voice this was the boy I met recently. Malfoy "so i'm going to ask you again, who are you?" he took the hand off my mouth but kept a firm hold on my wrists.

"whats it to you? I dont even know you" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion

"because, if Potters got a new member of his little trio of hero's I want to know why a new student is joining Hogwarts to be there" he told me

"who I am and why i'm here, is none of your business or concern so just-

"Potters fainted!" I was interrupted as kids in the corridor started shouting as the lights turned back on and the train started moving once again.

I shoved Malfoy out of the way so I could go see what had happened.

Little did I know Malfoy was actually following me.

I pushed past the other kids to reach my compartment door and slid it open.

Walking in, I saw Harry lying on the floor and Ron & Hermione sat on either side of him, the boy who bumped into me on my way out earlier, Ginny and Professor Lupin

"What happened?!" I gasped

"Harry passed- Whats he doing here" Ron snapped ,when he looked up from Harry to see Malfoy stood Very close behind me

"what? I dont know, Malfoy piss off will you" I turned to look up at him, fuck Ron for getting all the height

"oh Merlin, Potter fainting, this is amazing" he laughed, looking down at Harry one last time, I assume getting mental pictures, then he brought his silver eyes up to lock on my blue ones it was like I was frozen in place and his stare was the only thing I could think o-

"buh bye Malfoy! horrible seeing you, make sure to not see us for a awful long time" my brother interrupted as he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me more into the compartment, sliding the door shut. "stay away from him, I mean it Keira!" he pointed a finger in my face

"piss off Ron, I will, hes a self centred prick" I ripped my arm out of his grip and sat next to the boy "Keira Weasley" i stretched my hand out to him

"W-Weasley? you and Ron are related?"

"Yeah, she's my little sister" Ron shrugged as he sat down next to Harry again.

"by nine minutes" I said, glaring at the back of his head, then faced the boy again "but yeah, we're twins, I transferred here from beaubaxtons

"oh, okay, hi, im Neville Longbottom" he shook my hand

I looked over to the corner to see my little sister shivering and letting out sobs, Hermione and I made our way over to sit with her and comfort her to make sure she was okay.

•

We arrived at Hogwarts ten minutes after. Apparently everyone in our compartment were Gryffindor, and were all expecting me to as well as they observed my black robes, no pressure.

"Of course she's going to be in Gryffindor, Keira's a Weasley after all" Ron told our friends, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked to the carriages.

"You're a Weasley?!" Ron and I turned around to see who shouted that, just to see Malfoy stood there with his jaw on the floor gaping at us like a goldfish

"Yes" I said in more than a question "Isn't that obvious" I said, pointing at my bright red hair.

"what how?!" His eyebrows shot up

"she's my twin sister" Ron spat at him "piss off Malfoy" then he turned us around and continued walking off.

                                 •

"Uh, so I have to walk in after the first years to be sorted? why cant i just do it in private, not in front of the whole school?!" I gaped at Professor McGonagall

"Its tradition" she deadpanned "now off we go, I think they're ready for you" she all but pushed me through the Great Hall doors, it felt like all heads were turning around to look at me, maybe it was just nerves, hopefully it was just nerves.

"ah yes, our final student to sort for the night, transferred from Beauxbatons Academy. Weasley, Keira" announced McGonagall.

I turned around to look at McGonagall who was just talking to me.

In confusion I walked up to the stool and sat down, gulping as all eyes were on me, some whispering about who I

was, why there was another Weasley and some jokes along it.

I tried to drown it out and looked over to where all my brothers and my sister was sat as they smiled up at me in encouragement.

McGonagall placed the hat on top of my head, it quickly falling down past my eyes.

I took deep breathes as the Hat spoke "Another Weasley, mhm, it should be Gryffindor, But, you're different, your ambitious, yet courageous, witty and loyal, determined and creative, cunning but kind. Well well well, it ought to be SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced.

I sat there in shock as my eyes went wide, I was the first and only weasley in slytherin, Gryffindor erupted in cheers until they had heard what the hat had actually said and they all froze, especially my siblings, everyone looked confused and surprised.

I took the hat off my head and placed it on the stool, with legs like lead I slowly and carefully made my way down to the Green table with all eyes still on me. Sitting myself down the furthest from everyone.

Professor Dumbledore gave a speech but I didn't hear a word as I kept my eyes on a loose thread on the table, hearing the whispers and mentions of being a blood traitor and that I didn't belong here.

It was a while after everyone was eating and I could still feel Malfoy and his friends eyes on me, when I felt a hand grab my upper arm and all but drag me out from the table and to the doors of the great hall, It was Ron, with Harry and Hermione in tow, we were in an empty corridor when he finally let go

"Ron what the hell?!" I snapped at him

"Slytherin?!" he barked

"what was i supposed to do?! I didn't ask for that!"

"You could of said no! Harry did" he pointed at Harry

"hey leave me out of this" he put his hands up in surrender making us both glare at him "wow you really are twins" he mumbled

"Keira you cant be a slytherin, You're a Weasley, we're not Slytherins!"

"well maybe im not like you Ronald!"

"you're gonna turn out just like them, their all evil-

"Ron!" Hermione warned him

"not a single one of them are good, and your going to be the same"

"Ron" I gasped, hurt visible on my face

"whatever Keira be careful" he turned back to the hall and shook his head.

Harry and Hermione both looked at me with sympathetic faces, then walked off to follow my brother.

I stared at the spot he stood for a while thinking about what Ron had just said.

I didn't have the energy to go back in the Great Hall, my first day at Hogwarts turned out to be horrible.

I wondered around the castle for a good few hours as I tried to find anything that would give me a sign as to where the slytherin common rooms were to find my dorm.

I should of took Hermione up on her offer of giving me a tour and quiz. I was sure I was going up completely the wrong way as I walked up to where I guessed the astronomy tower was as I found myself on a balcony at the top of the castle.

It was beautiful, and peaceful. I gave up on ever finding where I would have to go and decided to lie down, staring up at the stars.

                                      •

"What are you doing?" A voice startled me, causing me to sit up and look at the person, Malfoy.

"Lost" I said as I lay back down

"so why are you here?" he sat down next to me

"were you following me?" I looked up at him with a raised brow

"no"

"is it true?" I asked him

"whats true?"

"is everyone in slytherin a bad person, will I turn out to be a bad person?"

we sat there in silence, neither of us saying a word, until Malfoy stood up and reached his hand out for me "come on"

"what?"

"its past curfew, we have got to go to our dorms" he told me "before Filch the caretaker, and a squib, catch's us."

"Oh, okay"

He led me to the dungeons and to the entrance of our common room as he muttered a password.

"Salazar"

we walked in and he steered me up to where the dorms were, pointing at a specific door.

"Look for the empty bed, that is most likely yours, Good Luck Weasley". he said before entering the door opposite the Girls dormitories, I'm guessing thats the boys.

Next

[mors-mvrdre]

Little Quidditch Series (1/?)

content warnings: fall from a great height (non-descriptive and inconsequential). swearing.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie leans over his shoulder, and Percy finally drags his eyes away from the Little Quidditch Summer Camp brochure his brothers had just shoved under his nose.

"I-… Yeah, it's good." He starts over, trying to force a livelier tone, irredeemably marred by hesitation despite his efforts. It's all Percy can do not to gape at the price; black print over the garish yellow rendition of a snitch. He eyes his brothers instead. "Do... Mum and Dad know about this?"

Bill laughs out loud, and slaps a hand down on his back with enough strength that Percy actually sways on his feet. "Of course not! They'd never let us do it."

"They'd never let her do it." Charlie grumbles, to his left.

Bill gestures vaguely (Percy can't pinpoint whether it is dismissal or agreement) before carrying on, in a mischievous tone that reminds him eerily of the twins: "Which is why we intend to send them on a little vacation."

Percy's eyebrows disappear into his curls. "You can afford that?"

His brothers exchange looks, suddenly engaged in a silent conversation Percy, childishly, fails to not feel left out of.

"It's their wedding anniversary, so we have a good excuse to spend money on them." Bill shrugs, as if that answers anything. Percy doesn't quite resist the urge to roll his eyes. Bill has... Never been very good at speaking to him. He used to make an effort, when they were little; and Percy used to enjoy spending time with his Eldest Brother Bill.

But then Bill left for Egypt, and Percy eventually realised he'd only ever made an effort because Percy was little -- a whole six years younger, actually --, not because he enjoyed his company or they genuinely got along. It was, in the end, just another of those instances where Percy got the hint embarrassingly late.

(He tells himself it doesn't sting.)

It's Charlie, as usual, who steps in. He certainly doesn't like the tension, but, perhaps more important, Charlie's always been the one to talk Percy into agreeing to questionable shit.

"I'm stationed at the Welsh Green Reserve up north 'til the end of summer." Charlie makes eye contact and grabs a hold of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We wouldn't leave you all alone with the kids."

Percy has to press his lips together to keep quiet: as the only one who can cook, it will be as though he's all alone with the kids. Charlie, for his many good qualities, is just another mouth to feed, and his presence instigates the other four into vying for The Cool Brother's undivided attention.

Percy refuses to dwell on his jealousy, so he looks away.

He finds that he can see all of his younger siblings at once: the twins are up in the air, yelling instructions to Ron (who's doing a piss poor job of defending three floating hoops from the makeshift Quaffle -- Percy reckons he'd be doing better without their help, which is probably their strategy), but Ginny is much closer, taking her frustrations out on the world by angrily tossing rocks into the duck pond.

All of them know she's far too young for an average-sized broom, of course, but the fiasco of Percy's fifth birthday had Mum banning any kid under seven from so much as catching a ride with an older sibling.

(Percy, in a real feat of panic and the kind of stupidity afforded only by childhood, had flung himself off. The only thing that'd stopped him hitting the ground was a bout of accidental magic -- whether his, Bill or Charlie's is anyone's guess.)

He sighs, defeated. It is better for Ginny to learn from professionals than risk getting into a freak accident -- he gives it less than a year before she figures out how to break into the broom shed --, and it is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission where his parents are concerned, despite the way going behind their backs on something so important makes his skin crawl.

(He frowns. Surely, no one's running a Quidditch Camp where they'll accept any family member as the guardian? Percy skims the small letters a few more times, but finds nothing. There must be a permission slip, though -- an address to owl, at the very least. He assigns himself the task of looking into it properly, the way it's clear neither Bill nor Charlie bothered to do.)

It's not a good omen for the rest of his Summer, if he agrees to this, but... Well, Charlie brings in money. He pays rent, he buys food -- he won't just be mooching off Percy's cooking.

(He tries not to anticipate a more expensive gift for his birthday, free from the outrageous fees of international owl post, and fails.)

It also means there'll be at least one person with an Apparition licence, in the case of an emergency -- two after the 22nd, when Percy intends to celebrate his birthday by taking the Knight Bus up to London and testing at the Ministry.

(He is absolutely not still salty about being the youngest in his year.)

Mum shouts them inside for supper. Ron descends with the sock-Quaffle, running on scrawny legs to put his broom away, as Fred and George elect instead to tease Ginny by flying circles around her head. Percy steels himself for a packed August, locked under two expectant gazes.

"Are the two of you sure you can afford this?"

Charlie ruffles his hair, Bill snorts derisively, and Percy tries not to glare at either of them too harshly.

"Stop worrying, Perce. We got it."

alternatively, the kidfic:

Ginny is 5-going-on-6 and desperately wants to fly alongside her brothers, so Bill and Charlie hatch a plan to get her away from Molly's Mother Bear claws. Percy, a month away from 17 and suffering from Eldest Daughter Syndrome, predictably ends up in charge of everything. An extension of a roleplay scene; might make this a proper fanfiction one day. For now, I'll post snippets as they come to me. did not proofread.

[rainydayathogwarts]

read your harry potter book and im begging for a harry potter but the reader is a weasley - lots of love 💌

Not sure if this is what you wanted but I thought it was cute!

Summary: Your siblings read a letter sent from your boyfriend, Harry, and now they can't look at him the same way again. No reader pronouns mentioned so everyone can read this!! Second person p.o.v

Harry looked at you, confused, when no one came forward to give him a hug. Not even a smile was sent his way. You, out of your siblings' ray of vision, gave Harry wide eyes with a shake of your head, and slowly, his face turned into one of realisation.

Fred stepped forward, towering over Harry, his arms crossed over his chest. "Hi?" Shyly whispered Harry, looking up to make eye contact with your most protecting brother. "No. Not hi." They held eye contact for a moment longer before the sound of a stifled laughed was heard. Everyone turned to look at Ginny, who was now leaning on an armchair, pointing a finger at Fred and dying in silent fits of laughter.

"No Ginny! This isn't what we said would happen! You just ruined our entire plan!" He whined, turning away from Harry, then back towards him again. George approached the pair, and shook his head at your quite intimidated boyfriend. "I cannot believe you are dating our sibling." He plainly stated, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Sit."

He sat Harry down on the armchair Ginny had previously occupied. Ron ran from downstairs, yelling "Harry! Why didn't you tell me he was here?" He went over to give him a hug, but Fred, ever the one for dramatics, put an arm out to stop him. "Wh-" " Y/N and Harry have been together for half a year." George's simple words silenced him.

"Wha-Wait! You-I'm sorry?" Ron turned to look at the twins before averting his attention back to Harry. 'They didn't know?' he mouthed towards him. Harry shrugged, looking up at the three brothers. "Oh my Godric. How dare you date my twin and not make me aware of doing such thing?" Ron spoke with a monotone voice, his tone not convincing anyone in the room.

"You knew?" Fred and George screamed. "You didn't?" And what followed was a mush of words that made zero sense to you whatsoever. As the three were arguing, Harry looked over to you, grinning. He got out of the armchair and walked over to you. You ran over to him, to meet him half-way in a much-needed hug. "Hey." "Hi." You looked at him for a moment, arms still wrapped over his shoulders and smiled, before pressing your lips to his in a short kiss. "Happy birthday, by the way." He chuckled, shaking his head as Ron started yelling about a spider and the clatter that followed.

[confused-pyramid]

Save Me Till the Party is Over

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: Spending the holidays at the Weasley's gets awkward after George drunkenly confesses his feelings for you. (part 2/2)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: SMUT, oral (f!receiving), p in v, slight hair pulling, angst, drunkenness, best friend's little sister

part 1 / part 2

You wake up with a start, bright sunlight streaming through the open window next to you. Tear tracks have caked into the makeup you hadn't bothered to wipe off the night before. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you rub your groggy eyes to see that everyone is finishing their last-minute packing around you, getting ready to board the train to take you home for the holidays.

With a start, you realize that you were supposed to meet Harry and the Weasleys in the common room at nine, and you check the time to see that you only have about ten minutes to spare. Brushing your teeth as fast as you can, you splash water on your face and change out of your wrinkled party dress, before dragging your heavy luggage down the staircase.

To your embarrassment, everyone is ready and waiting for you, save for Hermione, who had planned to join you all after Christmas. You flash Ron an apologetic look, before taking a seat on the couch next to Ginny.

"How are you feeling?" Ginny asks, wrapping an arm around you in a sort of side-hug. "Roger was a dick. I'm sorry we pushed you towards him."

You smile wanly, leaning your head on her shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, Gin. I'm fine, really."

You can tell that she doesn't fully believe you — you're not even sure if you believe yourself — but you choose to ignore it for now, grabbing your bags when someone announces that the train is about to arrive.

"Is everyone here?" Ron asks, scanning the room as he moves toward the door.

"No, not yet," Fred calls back, pointing at the stairs. "We're still waiting on Geo- oh wait, here he comes."

You can't stop yourself from peeking over at the stairs when you hear Fred's announcement, even after all the pain he has unwittingly caused you. Even after everything he has put you through, the sight of George's disheveled hair and eye bags sends a jolt of pain down your spine.

How did he still manage to look so pretty?

You don't realize that you're staring until George's eyes suddenly meet yours and you both immediately look away.

"Alright lads, shall we?" George claps his hands, grabbing Ginny's bag along with his own.

Everyone heads towards the train platform and you squeeze yourself between Harry and Ron, hoping to avoid another confrontation. Thankfully, Fred and George sit in a different compartment with Lee Jordan, so you get some alone time with Harry, Ron, and Ginny on the train ride to the Burrow.

"I really hope Mum doesn't make me a jumper again," Ron grumbles once you are all settled in a compartment. "I'd even settle for Bill's old broom."

You glance over at Harry, who suddenly becomes preoccupied by something outside the window, before squeezing Ron's arm and saying, "I'm sure Charlie would give you his broom if you asked."

This seems to brighten his mood and he continues, "Y/n, I never know what to get for you, since you don't care for Quidditch at all."

"She's always talking about those muggle records she wants," Ginny points out, shooting Ron an exasperated look. "Some band, the Super Spicy Bell Peppers or something."

You stifle a laugh and correct her softly, "The Red Hot Chili Peppers?"

Ginny nods, pointing at you as she looks at Ron with an "I told you so" expression.

"When has she ever mentioned them?" Ron complains, to which even Harry remarks that you do like muggle bands. They then proceed to spend the rest of the train ride talking about the rest of the Quidditch season. You, on the other hand, weren't a very big sports fan, but you tried to come to as many matches as you could, if only to support Harry and the twins. Now that Ron and Ginny were also on the team, you made sure to attend every Gryffindor match, cheering them on from the front row of the stands.

After a few hours, the train comes to a stop and you all disembark to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waiting on the platform. Mrs. Weasley pulls you and Harry into a big hug before turning to her children, while Mr. Weasley arranges all of the luggage to make it easier for apparition. After all of the greetings have been had, you all apparate to the Burrow in two groups.

This being the sixth year you and Harry have stayed with the Weasleys for the holidays, everyone quickly gets settled into their respective rooms: Harry once again bunks with Ron, while you stay in Ginny's room.

"You're handling all of this really well," Ginny notes as you unpack your things in her room. "If you ever want to talk about what happened with George after you guys left, then I'm here, but I really hope you can still have fun this Christmas."

"Nothing happened with George," you smile at your friend genuinely, feeling better already just by being in her home. "Nothing that matters anyway. But I certainly plan on having an incredible time!"

Ginny laughs before pulling you into a rare hug, which you wholeheartedly accept. "I'm so glad we became friends."

"Me too, Gin. Me too."

Mrs. Weasley lets you all take the afternoon to yourselves to unpack and get settled, but eventually she calls you down for supper. The food smells heavenly and the warm presence of the Weasley family has you feeling a million times better than you did the night before.

"Everything looks amazing," Harry comments as he takes a seat next to Mr. Weasley.

You nod in agreement, sitting between Ron and Ginny, only to look up and see George seated right across from you. You don't meet his eye as you serve yourself stew and bread, instead opting to make conversation with Ron about his favorite past Christmas meals.

The atmosphere around you leaves you feeling so content that you don't notice you're foot is touching someone else's until they move away. Peeking under the table, you realize to your chagrin that the foot belongs to George, who is trying fiercely to meet your eye.

Your pulse quickens at the thought of facing him again, knowing that your emotions are likely written on your face on full display. But you are staying in the same house, and you can't avoid him forever. Looking up slowly, you are shocked by the desperation in his eyes, and every other grievance you were harboring temporarily melts away. George's eyes seem to bore into your soul as he searches your face for any sign of something, but you do your best not to betray your pain.

Still, he was almost certain that he knew what you were thinking. He always knew what was on your mind. You were a beautiful open book who cared so deeply that it scared him sometimes. He knew that you were angry with him, and he didn't want to hurt you anymore, but staying away from you was impossible.

After the events at the party, he had no idea how he was going to get you back to how you usually were, but he wouldn't stop trying.

"Mind passing the corn bread?" George asks you furtively, watching you carefully to gauge your reaction.

Not wanting to give anything away, you simply nod and hand him the basket of bread, before tearing your eyes away from him and resuming your conversation with Ron.

"What are your Christmas Eve plans tomorrow?" Mrs. Weasley asks brightly as everyone finishes up their supper. "Ginny, y/n, how about you two join me for some Christmas shopping while the boys stay back and ready the house for the Christmas party?"

Ginny doesn't seem too happy to be relegated to shopping duty, but you are glad for any excuse to get away from the house, and you happily accept for the both of you.

The next day, you and Ginny are ushered out of bed early to hit the sales, but you don't complain, seeing as you get the chance to buy some last minute gifts. Ginny grumbles sleepily the whole way to the shops, but you both manage to find some cute trinkets to stuff into everyone's stockings that evening.

You three return to the house to find it much cleaner and much more festive than you left it, much to Mrs. Weasley's joy. A slightly misshapen, yet lofty, Christmas tree stands upright by the brick fireplace, and tinsel and holly are wrapped around every available banister. String lights are hung around the doorframes, providing the house with a warm glow, and everyone has a stocking hanging above the mantle.

The rest of the day passes quickly with final preparations for the party the following day, and by the time night falls, you are all so tired that you pass out the second your heads hit the pillow.

~~~

Christmas morning is delightful as per usual, and even though Ron and the twins complain about receiving jumpers once again, you smile to yourself as you pull yours on, grateful for the love and hospitality the Weasley's have shown you for so many years.

George watches you as you begin to open your presents, and he manages to catch the end of your little grin as you adjust Mum's jumper on top of your pajamas. He can't help the small smile that curves on his lips as he observes your joy, but his bliss turns to apprehension as he watches you carefully tear open his gift.

You unwrap the package slowly, simultaneously excited and scared as you feast your eyes upon what George got you for Christmas. To your astonishment, the newest Red Hot Chili Peppers album sits in front of you, adorned in a simple red ribbon.

"Oi, Ron, so you did manage to get it for her," Ginny hoots from across the living room as she spots the gift on your lap.

"What are you on about?" Ron asks as he points to his unopened present at your feet.

"Well then who-" Ginny starts, before noticing where your gaze is focused.

You momentarily forget how to form words in your mouth, until George's frightened expression brings you back to reality. "You remembered."

"Hard to forget," he says softly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "They're the best muggle band in the world."

You feel yourself nodding, but then the spell is broken when Ron spots a broom-shaped package under the tree. Even though it ends up being a hand-me-down broom, his happiness is palpable, and you can't help but feel his elation. You don't dare to look back at George, not trusting yourself to keep your emotions in check. How he always knew exactly what you were feeling, you had no idea.

George, on the other hand, wishes more than anything that you would just look at him again. He'd spent hours in muggle record shops trying to find that exact record for you, and after seeing the look on your face when you opened it, he knew every second of that time had been worth it. If only you would meet his eye and he could somehow communicate what he was feeling. You two were always so good at understanding each other, even when you couldn't use words. But at the same time, he knew that no matter how badly he wanted you to see all of him, it would never work.

Fred pats him on the back, jolting him from his thoughts, and George gives him a quick nod to signal that he's fine. He's George Weasley. One half of the prankster duo that makes people laugh for a living. He's always fine.

Everyone gets through most of their presents, before Mrs. Weasley ushers all of you upstairs to let her begin cooking for the party that night. You and Ginny join Harry and Ron in their room as Ron tries to accomplish the near impossible task of flying his broom inside without bumping into anything.

The day flies by with the lack of school work and the four of you get a chance to spend some time together without the pressure of N.E.W.T.S. looming over you. It's almost time for the party and you and Ginny have already put on your holiday dresses when Hermione finally arrives.

The notice of her arrival sends Harry, Ron, and Ginny rushing down to meet her, but you are still trying to pin your dress. After a few minutes of tinkering around, you manage to pin it properly, and you stand up to leave the room when a figure fills the doorway.

"Hey," George says, his usual mischievous smile making its return. "Thanks for the Zonko's trinkets."

"Yeah, of course. It was a no brainer," you smile back, slightly relieved at the normalcy. "Thanks for the record! I really love it."

He grins, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah, it was a no brainer."

You hadn't realized how much you had missed this. This banter you two shared that shaped your daily life so distinctly. It was the best part of your day, every day. "Was that all?"

He nods slowly, watching as you walk past him towards the stairwell. You pause at the top, about to step down, when he bursts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

"You're Ron's best friend."

You spin around, your eyes widening with both surprise that he was going there, and a desperate need for him to keep going further. And he does.

"I'm not supposed to see you as anything other than that, but.."

"But?" you whisper, afraid that if you say anything more, you will burst the bubble you two have been tiptoeing around for ages.

He sighs heavily, rubbing a hand across his face. "But... but nothing. Forget I said anything. I have to go get ready for the party."

You are speechless as George ducks out of Ginny's room, disappearing down the hall in what feels like a second. He had never come so close before. So close to something along the lines of admitting what it was he felt for you. Covering your mouth with your hand to stifle the sob that was threatening to escape, you suck in a few deep breaths and close your eyes to stop the tears from falling.

You allow yourself a few moments to pull yourself together, but then you smooth down your dress and compose yourself before heading down the stairs.

"There you are!" Hermione shrieks when she sees you, pulling you into a tight hug before handing you a Christmas gift. "It's Flourish and Blott's new quill collection!"

You smile weakly, hoping she doesn't misinterpret your lack of enthusiasm. Thankfully, Ginny then grabs one of her bags and leads Hermione up to her room to get ready.

Over the next hour, many of the Weasley's close friends and family arrive for the holiday celebration, including some familiar faces in the likes of Professor Lupin and Bill and Fleur. You stick close to Harry and Ron, but still manage to say your hellos to everyone you recognize. When Harry strays off to chat with Professor Lupin, you join Ron as he hands out hor d'oeuvres to the party guests.

George doesn't join the party until much later, and you make sure to stay as far from him as you can get, without disrupting the festivities. At one point during the night, Fleur corners you by the kitchen, flashing you a dazzling smile that leaves you dazed.

"Y/n, I 'ear zat you dated Roger," she says, her expression one of curiosity and kindness.

You nod slowly, unsure of where this is going, but then she pulls you into a swift hug before releasing you and kissing your cheeks. "'E was a vile boy. Only asking me to the Yule Ball to gain ze popularity."

The tension in your shoulders melts away and you give her a relieved smile. "Yeah, I can imagine. Well, we're not together anymore, and it's definitely for the best."

Fleur nods approvingly and gives your head a soft pat before leaving to find Bill. You can't help the small chuckle that escapes from your chest, but you grab a glass of pumpkin juice and set off to keep mingling.

George knows he should be avoiding you the same way you have been avoiding him, but ever since the holiday party last week, he has been unable to resist the hold you have over him. His eyes can't help but search for you whenever he enters a room, and now, with you so close yet so far, he doesn't know how he could have messed everything up so badly. He's relieved to see that you seem to be having a good time, and he gives you space, knowing in his heart that the distance between the two of you is entirely his fault.

It's well into the early morning hours of Boxing Day when all of the guests finally head home, and you and the gang all fall into bed, your eyes shutting immediately.

The next few days are filled with cleaning up from the party and enjoying mundane holiday activities. Mrs. Weasley lets you, Hermione, and Ginny off the hook when she goes to the shops to exchange some gifts, and you three join Harry and Ron in a makeshift Quidditch scrimmage in the front yard.

Bill and the twins eventually join in as well, allowing you and Hermione to sit out, and you notice that things between you and George aren't too awkward when you are going about your ordinary business. You and Hermione spend most of the time discussing your future plans and how you're going to study for N.E.W.T.S., and the days before returning to Hogwarts pass quickly as you spend time with your closest friends.

Soon New Year's Even arrives and you are set to head back to school the following day. Still exhausted from the Christmas party, the Weasleys opt for a quiet new year's celebration with a simple meal and some drinks.

As the evening turns to night, you sip on a small glass of champagne, enjoying the feeling of the bubbles tickling your throat. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all go a bit overboard with their drinks, but it doesn't escape your notice that George isn't drinking tonight. As midnight approaches, the four of them are all in varying states of drunkenness, with Hermione passed out on the couch and Harry and Ginny missing, along with their brooms.

Soon, Mrs. Weasley starts counting down and your gaze travels against your will, settling upon the last boy you wanted to engage with at the moment. To your bewilderment, he is already looking at you, and you can't tear your eyes away from his no matter how hard you try. You faintly hear the rest of the Weasleys yelling '3, 2...' and when yelling erupts around you, the world feels like its moving in slow motion. Neither of you seem to be able to break eye contact, as if you haven't seen each other in centuries.

You are forced to look away when Ron pulls you into a lumbering hug. You reciprocate, laughing at his wobbliness, as he slurs, "You're a bloody great friend, y/n", before awkwardly patting your head and heading up to his room.

Seeing the celebration dwindling, you decide to head up to bed as well. Once in Ginny's room, you remove your heels and jewelry, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and pulling in a deep breath. In just hours, you would be heading back to Hogwarts, and a melancholy feeling formed a pit in your stomach.

You are about to grab your pajamas, when you hear a knock on the door.

"It's open," you call out, thinking it's Ginny finally returning from her escapades. You're surprised to see George as the door swings open.

Biting your lip in frustration, you furrow your brows and ask, "What do you want?"

His shoulders fall instantaneously, and he looks down for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I'm sorry. It's not nothing."

He can tell you don't fully understand, so he keeps going. "What I feel for you is so far from nothing that it scares the hell out of me, but I'm too far in to let it hold me back anymore."

Your heart is racing and you don't know what to say. This is what you've been waiting for all this time, but now that it's here, you don't know where to start.

"I want you," he whispers, "so much."

This seems to finally click something in your brain, because the ice in your eyes melts and George can once again see your emotions fully displayed on your face. God, he missed seeing you so clearly.

Your eyes must betray your desire, because in a split second, George has crossed the room and you're in his arms. He looks at you for a moment, his eyes full of adoration, before he presses his lips to yours, and the rest of the world falls away. Your body practically melts in his arms as you grasp the collar of his shirt to keep yourself upright. Thankfully, he seems to know exactly what he's doing, and when his tongue glides across the seam of your lips, you readily grant him access.

You taste cinnamon and pumpkin juice as George slides his hand up to cup the back of your head, while the other loops around your body. He walks you over to the bed, before pulling away for a moment, his breathing as heavy as yours. "We can stop if you want. Just say the word and -"

You cut him off with a passionate kiss, smiling against his lips as you whisper, "I want this. I want you."

The tension leaves his body immediately, and he kisses you back so hard that you feel as though you are sharing the same breath. His skin feels like fire against yours, burning you up from the inside as you pull him closer in some masochistic effort to engulf yourself in the blaze. You feel yourself gasp against his mouth as you notice the growing heat between your legs, and he must feel it too, because a low sound neither of you recognize rumbles in his throat.

He knows he should be taking it slow, but the smooth silkiness of your skin against his erases every thought from his mind. George pulls away from the kiss for a moment before gliding his lips across your jaw and down your throat, relishing the small sounds you make when he sucks on your fluttering pulse. The heady scent of your perfume overtakes his senses and he almost feels dizzy from desire as he breathes you in, wishing he could taste every inch of your body.

The feeling of his lips on your neck has you quivering beneath him, and you grab his hands desperately, bringing them up to the straps of your dress. He pulls back suddenly, his eyes displaying some mixture of weariness and awe, but you simply nod, pushing one of the straps down yourself. This gesture seems to unlock something inside of him, spurring him into immediate action.

George gently tugs your dress down your body, letting it pool around your waist as he all but forgets about it upon seeing your form before him. "I've wanted this – wanted you – for so long."

Your throat tightens with the threat of tears, but you hold them off as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. His mouth curves into a cheeky smile as you finally press your lips to his, and he reaches behind you to unhook your bra. He doesn't waste another second as he dips his head down and sucks your nipple into his mouth, leaning you back onto the bed. He moves to the other side, swirling his tongue around as you shudder below him, you hips bucking up with impatience as the ache between your legs grows stronger.

"Please, George," you whimper, your fingers tugging on his thick hair to get his attention. "I need more."

He hears your pleas, but he can't bring himself to rush any part of this. He slowly kisses his way down your abdomen, discarding your dress on the floor as he tugs down your panties. Your gasp travels straight to his cock and he feels his pants tighten as he grows impossibly harder. He would give anything to be inside you and feel you surrounding him completely, but he wants to taste you even more.

Just when you feel like you can't take any more teasing, George finally dips his head between your thighs, and the world brightens into an explosion of colors. He licks a stripe up your cunt and you moan loudly, unable to care about anything but what's right here in front of you. George pulls back to murmur a quick silencing spell under his breath, before he dives right back in, this time with a fervor. You're shuddering with pleasure as he plunges his tongue into your core, his nose rubbing up against your clit in perfect harmony.

"You taste so good," he groans, his voice sounding at once hungry and despondent, as though he was dreading the moment this would all end.

His words send vibrations through your core and your last bit of self control snaps as you cry out, your hands tugging his hair with a near painful grip. You fall apart under his tongue and he laps up every bit of your wetness that he can get, his mouth making sinful noises that reignite you even before you come down from your high.

You're still trying to catch your breath as George crawls back up to face you, pressing his lips to yours. His chin is still wet and you taste yourself as he sweeps his tongue across yours, turning your belly to molten lava once more. You hook your ankles behind his waist, and the friction makes him groan wantonly, unable to hold in his need anymore.

The sight of his bulging pants floods your mouth with saliva, and you want nothing more than to take him in your mouth and make him fall apart under your touch. But he hasn't had enough. He wants you to come again, and he won't stop until you do.

George yanks his shirt off as you undo his belt buckle, before tugging off his pants as well. Your breath catches in your throat when you see his length, covered only by thin cotton. You unconsciously reach forward, but he grabs your wrist with a small shake of his head, a smirk ghosting on his face as he leans you back again.

"I want to feel you," he whispers before dragging his boxers down and gripping his hard cock in his hand.

You nod, wanting the same thing, and he gently presses his tip between your folds, before pushing forward. You grit your teeth as the initial sting dissolves into white hot pleasure, and the moment George notices the shift in your eyes, he starts to move.

You try to swallow the moans that threaten to escape, but George leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "Don't hide from me. I want to hear everything."

His command melts your resolve and you let out a loud cry as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. Soon you're nearing the edge again and you can't stop yourself as you tighten around him, trying to stave off your impending release.

The feeling of you squeezing him nearly makes him come on the spot, and he grips your hips tightly in an effort to hold it off. He is completely consumed by you and the pleasure is almost unbearable. "Y/n, please, you're gonna make me —"

But you ignore his words as you lift your hips off the bed, deepening the angle of his thrusts to increase both of your pleasure. The change of pace sends you flying over the edge, and you moan audibly, his name on your lips. George lets out a strangled groan as he follows quickly behind, his hands on either side of your head the only thing holding him up.

Your chest is coated in a sheen of sweat as he falls beside you and pulls you into his arms. You lie together on your bed for a while, until a sudden wave of emotion overtakes you. Tears prick your eyes and you sniffle slightly, causing George to freeze behind you.

Turning you to face him, he grabs your face in his hands, his eyes wild with fear. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no," you shake your head, trying to blink away the tears. "I just- I just love you...so much, and I don't know what to do about it."

George looks back at you, his eyes deep wells of kindness and comfort. "I have loved you...forever. I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with you. We can do this, together."

You can still feel the doubts prickling the back of your mind, but you let him pull you back into his arms, your head resting on the crook of his neck.

"And if you're worried about what Ron would say," he continues, his tone much lighter, "then know that I have a dozen different gadgets in my room that could make him puke slugs for a week."

A bubble of laughter bursts from your lips and you hug him tighter, relishing the warmth and contentment. "It's you and me?"

He pulls away just enough to lean his forehead against yours. "You and me. Always."

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[cherrynott]

howlers; h.p.

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

synopse: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?

warnings: everything’s fine au, howlers, james and sirius being an iconic duo, just fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this idea is from a pin i saw (can’t link it here), so credits to its owner! hope you enjoy it :)

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Harry James Potter's life was no easy task, but in the best way possible.

Voldemort had been defeated on the fateful 31st October of 1981, within the dark sky of halloween night. No one knew exactly what happened; just that he went to the Potter's to kill the youngest of them, and the curse, apparently, backfired. There was also a rumor about a stag and a black dog, but we will not get into detail. All that mattered was that Voldemort was gone. For good.

Most of his followers went to Azkaban, including Peter Pettigrew, for his betrayal and hidden devoted passion to the dark side. There were some rebellions in the following years, but nothing too big, as their leader had fallen. And because there were such good aurors taking care of everything.

So, having James Potter as his father, Sirius Black as his godfather, and Remus Lupin as his, basically, second father and godfather, growing up was eventful, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong; he absolutely loved them with all of his might. He just wished that they made it easier for him sometimes. Like now, for example.

It was a typical wednesday morning. Everyone was in the Great Hall, as breakfast time was still going and there would be no classes for another half an hour.

You were currently almost completely in your boyfriend's lap, eating your cereals and talking happily to Ginny and Hermoine.

Harry, however, was not very happy; in fact, he was dreading every minute of this breakfast.

He had his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head was buried in your shoulder, eyes closed. He was trying his best to ignore his friends' teasing, the glances from people around and, mainly, the big windows.

Why? Because Hedwig would enter the Hall any minute now. Why was he dreading it? Howlers, of course.

He had pranked Snape along with the Weasley twins the previous day. It was pretty good, if you asked Harry. All of the cauldrons had exploded, and confetti was thrown at Snape, as it was his birthday. They just had to do it. One week of detention and McGonagalls lectures were more than worth it. But there was a little detail that Harry always seemed to forget; the howler he would get the day after.

There were just three options:

1, James and Sirius congratulating him and wishing they were there;

2, Lily wanting to beat his arse;

Or 3, everything mixed together and the complete chaos.

So, here he was; trying to hide in you, hoping you would save him. "Harry, love, I swear to Merlin, I loved your prank-"

"Hey!--" Fred and George yelled from somewhere.

"- but what were you expecting? They do this all the time. You better be hoping that my mom won't be in that howler, then it would be embarrassing," you grinned at him. In all honesty, you usually were involved in the mess (growing up with Harry would do that to you) and your mom was a troublemaker along with the Marauders in their years- the only voice of sense being Lily (even though we all know that Lily secretly loved it all). So, this didn't really faze you; it was actually amusing.

You weren't part of this prank because Harry wanted it to be a surprise. And one hell of a surprise it was.

You too got a week worth of detention because you couldn't stop laughing. Ron and Dean got 3 days. The rest of the students got all one night just because.

"Why can't they just be normal people?" Harry's muffled voice asked.

You rolled your eyes, still smiling. "We are talking about our families here, Harry. Nothing less should be expected."

A few moments passed. Everyone was talking with their friends, and the High Table was still full with all of the professor's and staff. The noise in the Great Hall was full of life, and it was strangely comforting.

Suddenly all the chatter died down, and everyone was looking at the windows. Harry immediately seated upright and snapped his head to the windows direction.

The motion almost made you fall, and that made Harry wrap his arms tighter around you, and pull your body flushed against his well-built chest.

A snowy owl majestically flew around the room with two letters in its beak. One of them was bright red.

Harry loudly groaned which got several chuckles from around. He could swear that Hedwig did this every time for attention. Sirius probably bribed her to do it; fly in the most attention-bringer moment. Fucking Padfoot.

The letters fell into your lap, as you were still on Harry. You cackled loudly as you picked the howler up and wiggled it right in front of Harry's face.

Harry pouted and took the letter, sighing. Looking around, he saw every single pair of eyes on them, the silence defining.

Harry closed his eyes tightly in exasperation, taking one last deep breath, and opened the howler.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT THE HELL--" Lily's voice bellowed.

"I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, SON!--"

"James Fleamont,"

"MOONY MOONY MOONY, DID YA HEARD ABOUT THE PRANK?!"

"SIRIUS, NO! WHERE DID YOU CAME FROM, OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"PADS, THE PRANK ON SNIVELLUS, BRILLIANT! He learned it from me--"

"Actually, if he learned it from someone it was from me. Remember that time, Remus and Sirius were--" your mother's voice echoed through the letter.

"NO! Out of here!" Remus' voice yelled in the background.

"And he got what? One week worth of detention? AMAZING!" Sirius laughed.

"Minnie's getting soft, honestly--"

"Harry, please behave; I love you- James you get back here right this second or I swear to Godric."

"Lily-flower, darling, hey--!" James yelped after a big metallic bang!.

"Goodbye, Harry, " Remus chuckled.

"Don't forget to write to us! And you too Y/N!" your mother excitedly said.

"PADFOOT NO--!"

And the howler ended.

For ten solid seconds, no one said anything.

And then, the chaos started.

Yells and money was being passed around. At this point, it was regular free entertainment for everyone. Harry wanted to at least pretend that he was embarrassed, but really, he couldn't.

You yelled out a 'yes!' before jumping from Harry’s lap and running to the High Table.

Once you reached it, you slammed your two hands right in front of Dumbledoor and McGonagall. "Well, professor, it seems like you have a small debt to pay, isn't it?" you smirked.

Dumbledoor sighed. "Very well. Ms. Y/L/N," he gave you a small bag full of galleons. "Minerva," he gave McGonagall another one.

"Yes, Albus, Ms. Y/L/N is quite right, I reckon. And I believe you also owe me something, no?" Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small proudful smile.

You high-fived McGonagall, who rolled her eyes, and put your galleons in a hidden pocket of your robe. "Nice doing business with you. Headmaster, Minnie," you started to walk run back to her table.

When you got there, everything was still the same. Yells, laughs, bickering, the usual. You took place in your boyfriend's lap again, this time facing him and grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hello there, my love!"

Harry bit his lip, trying to contain his amusement. "How much did you get this time?"

You eyed him suspiciously. However, you quickly gave in when Harry raised an eyebrow. "...20 galleons," you answered proudly.

Harry grinned. "Why do they keep betting with you?"

"Maybe they still haven't memorised the sore taste of loss?" you sighed dramatically.

"Merlin, I love you so much," Harry laughed and brought your face closer.

"Of course you do, doesn't everybody?" you teased.

Harry deadpanned.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I've been spending way too much time with Padfoot, haven't I?" you tried again. No response from Harry. You then beamed. "I love you."

Harry brushed your lips together, a soft smile adorning his face. And when you were sure he would kiss you, he suddenly smirked. "Doesn't everybody?"

"Harry James Potter!"

Yes, his life really was not easy, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

[audrey-emeralds]

can you do a oliver x weasley fem reader- just about them getting caught in random situations together and being teased by y/n’s siblings (also can you link ur master list- i can’t find it anywhere😭) thank you!

Caught by siblings | Oliver Wood

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader

Summary: Your siblings teasing the living hell out of your relationship with Oliver.

Warnings: Wealsey jokes

A/n: I am not done with my main masterlist, still editing it, but when it's done it will be pinned on my blog.

It happened so many times, there is no way those situations are accidents.

Every single time after Quidditch practice, some little time for you and your boyfriend to spend with each other, but no. Twins have to ruin the moment by interrupting.

" Oh, look at this, is that Oliver. " Fred patted his back. " And our sister. " George would notice.

Giving a kiss on the cheek to your mother who came with Ginny. And she immediately was blowing kisses your way, irritating you.

Christmas came around and then Charlie caught you making out in your room. Thankful he promised to not tell anyone, but that didn't stop him from teasing you.

Since Harry joined the team, it made Ron come around as well who if he wasn't bickering with Granger what staring at you and Wood.

" Take her Wood! No one needs her in our house, yours needs more members. " Your younger brothers yelling could be heard all the way to the Gryffindor common room.

Or if you and Oliver had a small fight, a disagreement and your siblings happened to find out about it, usually, they would say.

" Be nice, he might marry you and we can finally get rid of you. "

" Oliver probably fell off the broom once he decided to have you as his girlfriend, so don't ruin our chance of...I mean your chance for love. "

" Get a broom and fly off, that's the only way you can save yourself, Oliver. "

You can't have a normal lunch with the rest of Gryffindors as your brothers have to be present.

" Didn't she already make you leave her? " They would joke until you threatened to tell your mother.

Or if there is a family dinner and you invite Oliver over then something like this will jump out of their mouths:

" Don't get far in this relationship, your kids might have ginger heads, but you my friend will have a headache. " The jokes wouldn't stop. Mostly they irritated you, but in some way they made you laugh.

Especially when the jokes would be so bad that Oliver's cheeks would light up, which was probably one of the only reasons you appreciated them.

But you wouldn't let them slide, the moment these boys get a girl and Ginny approaches Harry, you and Oliver will be the ones having the sweetest of laughs.

" They wouldn't see it coming. " Oliver snickering with you at the table, leaving your siblings confused, what was so funny.

Oh if only they knew what is to come their way.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

did...someone ask for a dribble about sirius and molly having a conversation about the merits of parenting...? no? just me? okay. well.

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"You know, too many toys can be overstimulating for a child..." Mollys voice wafted through the air, barely heard over the shouts of joy heard in the yard, the two of them supervising as Harry and Ron and the rest of the children played in summer sun.

A new miniature Quidditch set. A new muggle football that Harry was so excited to bring over, insisting he'd teach them how to kick it and score a goal. Sirius had set up make-shift goal lines at the end of the yard before taking a seat. Usually, he would be out there playing with the kids. Usually, he would take turns roughhousing with the twins, who were old enough for Sirius to toss around without too much injury or alarm; or else he would put tiny Ginny on his shoulders and race with her around the yard so she wouldn't feel so ganged up on by her brothers. Usually, he'd take a knee while he listened to his own kid try to organize the Weasley's and some sort of game, reminding Sirius of James as he did so.

Hey, stop talking, I'm trying to explain the rules here!

But today, Molly had wanted to chat.

Sirius wanted to vomit.

Sirus would rather chew on tinfoil than endure one of Molly's well-meaning parenting chat's she insisted on every so often. To offer advice that Sirius never asked for, a voice in the back of his mind reminding him that she was the one who helped Sirius learn how to knit all those years ago. She was the one who gave them tricks when Harry was still young, and one of the people who actually bothered to check in on Remus and Sirius opposed to the countless others who just offered sympathetic looks and pasta dishes.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "I...think he's perfectly stimulated, Molly." He gestured to the yard, Harry running after Fred (or George? it was hard to tell from a di--no it was Fred, the birthmark on the back of his leg visible in the sunlight) with joy.

"I just noticed he's been getting a lot of new toys lately..."

"Mhmm..."

"It's okay to say no, Sirius. It helps them understand boundaries and--"

"Aids in emotional development," he finished for her, finally taking his eyes off the yard to look at the woman, "I know, I've read the books, and I say no to him plenty."

"Do you?"

"Just the other day in the car park when he wanted to run towards the park. Oh, and when he was jumping on his bed, that was a no too. See? Perfectly capable."

"You can't simply give him everything he asks for, Sirius."

"Yes, I can," he shrugged. "What's it matter how many Quidditch sets he has if he's kind? And happy?"

Molly went to open her mouth but closed it again, Sirius already knowing what was on the tip of her tongue.

You're spoiling him, Sirius.

Money was a sensitive topic to touch on. Perhaps from insecurity that Molly had to say no to material things more often than not and Sirius sometimes didn't even look at prices when he bought things, though he was trying to get...better with the encouragement of Remus who also voiced similar concerns. But Sirius was still very intent on giving Harry the entire world. Harry was going to spend the rest of his life without Lily and James; without hearing Lily's obnoxious laugh, the one where she snorted and wheezed and coughed like she was violently ill but was actually just having the time of her life; without tasting James's cooking or riding brooms in the backyard with him. The kid could certainly have a new football set. And two ice cream flavors if he wanted.

"And if I am?" Sirius asked in response to the unspoken question.

"I didn't say anything."

"Of course, you didn't," Sirius cleared his throat, reaching a hand over to nonchalantly grab his glass, taking a sip of the lemonade Molly had prepared. "Here's what, how about you can--"

"Sirius!" Harry's voice cut through an admittedly sharp retort, which was probably for the best, seven-year-old racing towards him and colliding, not able to stop himself before Sirius's legs. "Hi, sorry Mrs. Weasley. You were talking!"

"It's alright, Harry," Sirius assured him, putting hands on his godson's shoulders, his messy hair intertwined with stray pieces of grass that matched perfectly with dirty knee caps, "Alright?"

"The lines got all messed up! Will you fix them? Will you play? The twins are winning, I think and I'll have a bad day if I lose."

"Well, how can I say no?"

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 7 - Big Brother

Warnings: cursing, George and Fred arguing, angry George, sad Fred

Summary: An overprotective Fred confronts George and Y/N about the nature of their relationship.

Start here:

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"I don't see why you're so upset. I think they make a cute couple." Ginny smiled at George and Y/N lounging on their usual spot by the fire.

Fred opened his mouth, then closed it, pinching his lips together. 'Ridiculously cute.' But, there was no way in hell he was admitting that out loud.

A painful tightness formed in his chest at the sound of his brother and Y/N laughing. "Of course George would fall for the girl who lives half a world away and is leaving at the end of the year."

"So?" Ginny shrugged. "Long distance relationships are not unheard of, you know." She glanced up and slapped Fred's hand away from his mouth. "Stop biting your nails! You're making them bleed."

"Oi, Ginny! That hurt." Fred rubbed the burgeoning red mark on the back of his hand.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. And stop worrying so much."

"But, this isn't going to end well." Fred whined, gesturing toward his twin and Y/N.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But George has to live his own life. You can't protect him forever."

"He's not ready for a broken heart, Ginny."

"No one ever is, doesn't matter if it's their first or their fiftieth."

~•~

Fred knew Ginny was right, but that didn't make it any easier watching his brother run headlong over a cliff. With each passing day, George and Y/N grew closer, their once well-defined edges beginning to blur together.

Tonight would be the eighth time in two weeks that Y/N and George spent the night together in the common room. Fred sighed and proceeded to chew another nail down to the quick. The really sad, frustrating part was that he really did like Y/N and she was as close to perfect for George as anybody could get. His brother's happiness and self-confidence had skyrocketed since she arrived. Under different circumstances, Fred would be ecstatic.

Except, circumstances weren't different and Fred just couldn't see how their relationship would survive her return to the States. Everytime he saw the two of them together, his chest ached at the thought of George's inevitable heartbreak.

~•~

Fred decided to broach the subject while he and George were in their dorm room working on a prototype for their new invention.

"What are you doing with Y/N?"

"Nothing at the moment." George grinned. "She's at the library helping Ginny and Neville with their potions homework right now. Ask me again in a few hours."

"I'm being serious, George."

"So am I."

Fred glowered at his twin.

"Ok, ok. Sorry. Carry on." George sat up straighter and put on his best serious face.

Choosing to ignore his twin's antics, Fred began. "The two of you are spending almost all of your free time together. You spent most of the day at Hogsmede with her and now she's your date to the Yule Ball."

"Should I have asked you, instead?" George asked, eyes twinkling.

Fred tapped his fingers on the table, eyes narrowed at his brother. "Don't you think you might be spending a bit too much time with her?"

"No, why?" George's eyebrows crinkled together. "We're really good friends."

"Really good friends? Seriously, mate? Don't give me that shit. I see the way you look at each other. Not to mention, your little cuddlefests in the common room say otherwise."

George leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "What the hell are you trying to say?

Fred raked his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Y/N's an exchange student and she's leaving at the end of the school year. That's what I'm saying. Have you thought about what's going to happen when she goes back home?"

George stood and paced around the room. "Look, we're really close, I'll give you that. But, we're just friends."

"You're avoiding my question." Fred accused. "You know I'm right. You know getting too close to her is a mistake."

"It's my mistake to make." George stood rigid, his voice cold as he glared at the older twin.

"Yeah, it is. I just want you to think about things. If I were you--

George cut him off. "BUT YOU AREN'T, ARE YOU?! AND I'M NOT YOU! We are separate people, in case you haven't noticed. And I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

Fred flinched at his twin's angry words. It was rare that they fought and even rarer that his brother raised his voice. He visibly swallowed and began again. "George, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I--I just don't want you getting hurt."

George's shoulders slumped, his anger draining away when he saw the pain in Fred's eyes. Letting out a long sigh, he sat back down. "Freddie--" George began, but Fred, oblivious to his twins change in demeanor, held up his hand, silencing him.

"I need to take a walk," he said, standing and hurrying out of the room, leaving George to stare after him.

~•~

Fred walked, barely aware of the biting wind, a painful tightness in his throat. He loved George more than anyone or anything else and had only wanted to help, to look after his brother, like he'd always done. Not only did he fail at that, he may have made things worse. He should've listened to Ginny and kept his stupid mouth shut.

The elder twin sighed. He knew he was wallowing in self-pity. He didn't care. He didn't have the energy or desire to do anything else. So he walked and wallowed until the cold burned his cheeks and the damp from the recent rain leeched into his bones.

~•~

Not ready to face George, Fred wandered the halls, lost in his endless ruminations, when a familiar voice infiltrated his brooding thoughts. It was Ginny. She and Neville were coming out of the library.

"Hi, big brother!" Ginny bounded over to him. "What brings you here?"

He didn't answer, but responded with a question of his own. "Is Y/N still in the library?"

"I--uh, yeah. Why?" Ginny questioned.

"Just need to ask her something." Fred mumbled as he marched into the library before his sister could ask anything else.

~•~

Y/N was sitting alone, engrossed in a book. She didn't notice Fred until he sat down next to her.

"Oh hi, Fred," she greeted him, perplexed at his sudden appearance.

"You got a minute to talk?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course. What's on your mind?"

"Where do you see your relationship with George going?" Fred asked, jumping straight to the point.

"Where do I--?" Y/N looked at him blankly.

"When you go back home, what are you expecting to happen?"

"Ohh." She closed her book, realization dawning on her. "I'm not going to toss him off to the side, if that's what you're asking."

"Is that a promise you really think you can keep?" Fred crossed his arms.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "George is the plot twist I didn't see coming. In a very short time he has worked his way into my heart." She paused, looking down at her hands for a moment. "That's--unusual for me. I don't let just anyone get that close to me, especially this quickly. Some would say I'm picky or snobbish. I don't care," she shrugged. "I have very high standards and George surpassed every single one. Do you know how rare that is for me? It almost never happens. Friend or otherwise, I'm not giving him up, Fred. Not unless he wishes it."

Fred didn't respond immediately, but remained silent, searching her eyes, mulling over her words.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, arms uncrossed. "Promise me that you'll be gentle with him. He's more fragile than he lets on."

"Believe me, I know." She locked eyes with Fred. "I promise I will always be gentle. No matter what happens.

The faintest hint of a smile crossed his face. "Good." With that he stood and strode out of the library, the weight on his shoulders a little lighter.

~•~

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[startanewdream]

James and/or Sirius laughing at Harry for growing (or trying to) grow a beard 🧔

That’s it

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Ahhh, it's midnight for me I work early tomorrow but I just *had* to write something along these lines!

Set during winter break at Year 6 (or my fave pining Harry time). Warning for some slang and also that I edited on the phone

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“Fuck. No, no, it can’t be… fuck!”

The first slang would have made Sirius stop on his way down the hall, but the tone of desolation that follows it, added by the most hopelessness he has ever heard in Harry's voice, makes him open the door to his godson’s bedroom without waiting for an answer.

(Always risky when it comes to teenagers, but it seems to be an emergency)

The first thing he notices is the rotten smell, then the smoke coming out of a cauldron with the fire beneath still lit; sparkles are coming out of Harry’s wand, which he holds high (underage magic? That he won’t tell), but then Sirius’ gaze falls on Harry’s face and he ignores anything else.

Because on Harry’s face there is something so horrendous that Sirius won’t dare to call it a beard. It’s hair.

Harry’s chin spots the same hair as in his head. It’s a dark messy beard that makes him look as if his hair grew all around his mouth.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t laugh!” Harry tells him immediately, a little bit threatening, but Sirius is truly too shocked to even break a smile. This thing is too ghastly for even him to crack a joke about it. “I… I messed up, okay?”

“Kid, that’s an overstatement,” Sirius says, getting closer to his godson slowly. He touches his beard. “How did you get hair on your chin? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ugh.” Harry throws a guilty look to the cauldron on the floor. “It’s Grandpa Monty’s fault.”

“Unless his ghost came back to screw your face, it seems as if you did this to yourself, kid.”

“No, I… Look!” He picks a scroll, waving it in front of Sirius’ nose. “I found his old notes in the attic. Five-Second Eazybeard! I swear I brewed the potion exactly as he wrote.”

Sirius eyes the smelly potion.

“Are you sure it was your granddad’s notes? This doesn’t seem like Monty's style at all.”

“Well… I thought so. He was the potioneer in the family, right? And he invented Sleekeazy!”

“And then he didn’t launch anything else,” Sirius reminds him, looking at the potion instructions.

“Because he was rich enough and didn’t need more money?”

Sirius laughs. “Nah, Monty was curious enough to keep inventing. This was probably an attempt that didn’t work.” Sirius shakes his head, smirking. “Look, I am not trying to pull a Lily here, but trying untested potions? That’s a bad idea, Harry.”

"I haven't had problems so far," Harry mumbles to himself. As Sirius is about to ask him what he means by that, Harry grabs his hand suddenly. "I learned the lesson, ok? Now you gotta help me!"

Sirius lifts an eyebrow. "The only thing that would help you is a scissor."

"I've tried! The bathroom is full of this thing, but it just grew back! I've tried to cut it magically, and it's all the same. You are the adult here, do something!"

"What do you want me to do? I can't do an antidote just looking at the ingredient list! You need Lily, just call her—"

"I…" the part of Harry's face that is not covered by hair flushes. "I can't. She is at the Burrow now, helping Mrs Weasley with the New Year's party."

"Then let's go, I am sure it will be easy for her—"

"No!" Harry looks in panic now, his eyes widened. "She cannot know what… what happened."

"Lily will know as soon as—"

"Not… not Mum, it's… look, that's fine. Mum will be back tomorrow, I will just spend the New Year hiding in my room pretending I don't exist."

"Harry… there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You know, growing hair body is perfectly normal at your age—"

"Ugh, stop teasing me."

"I wish I could, but you look truly horrible." Sirius winks at him, sitting on Harry's bed. "What prompted you to do this?"

Harry's flush intensifies.

"I was trying to grow a beard."

"Oh, really?"

"It's… it's stupid, okay? But Ginny was… I mean, I heard some girls saying that they enjoyed guys with a beard and I can only grow that stupid stubble and—argh—I just thought I could give it a try but now I have hair growing all around my head and—"

"You are babbling, kid, I got it."

"No, you don't." Harry runs his hand through his hair, looking very much like James when he is most nervous. "You get to grow a beard when you want it. You get this whole shining hair. You get women to sigh for you and I… I am just this stupid teenager who can't even have a full beard."

Sirius blinks. "You are worrying way too much, Harry. And, well, if you want to be assured, you are nice—girls have taken a fancy to you, haven't they?"

"That's just the Chosen One thing, it's not really… me."

Sirius fights back a smile. Harry seems really desolate.

"Look, you've grown well. You are still growing. I am sure people notice you. You have your mother's gorgeous eyes and you do look like James—if there is any comfort in this, I remind you that James got Lily to feel attracted to him, so you can't be that bad." Harry frowns, and Sirius isn't sure if it's because he doesn't want to think of their parents being attracted to each other or if because he doesn't trust Lily's opinion on this matter. "I am sure Ginny thinks you are attractive, beard or no beard."

Harry jumps.

"Who said anything—"

"Oh, are we still pretending you don't fancy her?"

Harry looks away. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yeah, sure. So you don't mind going to the Burrow now and showing up like this?"

"Of course I do! I mean… Ron would tease me."

"Ron."

"And the twins. I mean, look at this!"

"Yeah, I would be upset if they didn't. So many joke opportunities. You are hairy, Harry."

Harry puts his hands in front of his face. Sirius refrains from telling him this doesn't hide his beard at all.

"So… what do I do now?"

"We truly need Lily's help on this… we need to go to the Burrow."

"I can't—"

"Don't worry." Sirius breathes heavily. "Your godfather won't leave you alone on this."

_________

"It was an accident, Lily," Sirius tells her, his hand playing with the hair over his chin. His new grown hair beard reaches his chest and Sirius is almost finishing a braid by now. "I was trying some old potion, and then Harry was close and it just splashed in both of us."

Lily lifts her eyebrows, her eyes moving from Sirius to Harry and then back.

"An accident?" she repeats, incredulous.

"I am so sorry," he says, the portrait of innocence. "Could you help us with an antidote? And before you say anything, I know I shouldn't have tested an unknown potion. But do this for Harry, not for me. Poor kid doesn't deserve to spend the night hiding. It's a New Year's party after all!"

Lily shakes her head, amused.

"Fine, because you asked so eloquently. I will grab my potion kit, a hair inhibitor should be enough."

"You truly are the best, Lily," Sirius tells her, beaming.

Harry waits until his mother is out of the room to let out a relieved breath.

"Thanks so much, Sirius," he says.

Sirius nods, still messing with the hair on his chin. It's so weird and it looks as ghastly in him as it does on Harry.

He doesn't regret applying that potion to his face. His sacrifice worked just as he planned to: with two people having hair growing out of their chins, the attention was divided and with Sirius taking the blame, people felt sorry enough for Harry to not mock him much.

"Hey," they turn around to see Ginny coming closer, holding a tray with some sandwiches for them. "Mum thought you would be hungry while hiding here."

"Thanks," Sirius says, because Harry seems too busy pretending to look outside the window, anything so he can try to avoid Ginny looking at his beard.

Ginny nods at Sirius, but she approaches Harry anyway.

"Your mum is already working on the antidote, don't worry," she tells him gently. "Look, it's not as bad as that time Percy tried to grow a moustache, remember?"

Harry chuckles. "You are so lying."

"I would never," she assures him, voice light. "Look at me."

Harry turns to her almost as if he can't control it. His eyes soften as he gazes upon her, and Sirius is suddenly reminded of how Lily always looks when she sees James.

Ginny raises her hand slowly, giving Harry plenty of time to back away, but he just stays quiet as she touches his beard, her fingers running through it. Sirius suspects Harry isn't even breathing anymore.

"It's soft," she tells Harry and for a moment they just stare at each other. Sirius decides that he is really witnessing a moment that he doesn't want to, but his attempt to quietly leave the room only alerts them to his presence. Ginny's hand falls back as if she got electrocuted. "Anyway, you look better without it."

Harry grimaces. "I guess that stupid stubble is better than this."

"Stupid stubble?" Ginny blinks, evidently surprised. "It's not stupid, I… I mean, girls love it on you."

"They do?"

"Yeah, well, just thinking about your stubble brushing my skin—I mean, their skin, as in other girls' shoulders, or holding your face while… never mind, I just… I just heard it, that's all. You are drawing a lot of attention."

"I know, all this Chosen One stupid thing—"

"It's not it... you are really oblivious to your charm, Harry."

"You think I am charming?" Harry asks, longing evident in his voice now.

"I…" Ginny hesitates, turning away as if she doesn't want to answer this while looking at Harry, and her eyes meet Sirius. He smirks at her, knowing perfectly well her answer. Ginny's face reddens even as her jaw sets in a protective instance. "Yeah, with the stubble. Everyone knows it. It's common knowledge. I… I have to go, I think I heard Mum calling me."

Sirius could point out that Molly didn't call her at all, but he opts for just letting Ginny go, his smirk more than enough to let her know she didn't fool him.

At the other corner of the room, Harry's face is spotting a huge grin, watching the door with a dreamy expression.

"She likes my stubble!" He declares happily. "Oh, I need to take off this stupid long beard now."

Sirius shakes his head at Harry, amused. At least Harry won't ever complain about his inability to grow a beard again.

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

[hopelesshunny]

the love languages part ii: physical touch (f.w.)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred has always felt the need to touch y/n and after a drunken night he realizes he can't sleep without her.

warnings: very, very light profanity, drinking/underage drinking, kissing, bed sharing.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: my second instalment is here - i did in fact say i would wait until monday but i was really excited to write this one!! i am so grateful for all the love i have received on this series so far, i cannot thank you guys enough. i still feel like i have a ways to go in improving my writing - but as always my ask is open if you have comments, questions, concerns, luv or just wanna chat:)

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part i // part iii // part iv

For as long as Y/N had known Fred he had always been touchy. Fred’s need to constantly touch her was never unwelcomed, she relished in the way he’d wrap an arm around her shoulders when he’d walk her to class or how he’d lean into her when he laughed uncontrollably. However, she had always assumed that he was like this with everyone he was friends with, that he just needed to touch people in some way in order to feel close to them. This was very true but Y/N never knew that it was her touch that he craved the most, that as soon as he saw her, he longed to feel the soft skin of her cheek, the way her shoulders shook when she laughed or the rise and fall of her chest while he laid on her stomach in the common room, gentle sighs leaving her mouth every so often.

Fred couldn’t count on two hands the amount of times he almost told Y/N his feelings for her, the words sat on his tongue so often that he was starting to believe that they felt more comfortable in his mouth which is why they never launched themselves into the air. He didn’t know why he couldn’t force the confession out, there was always just a cloud of doubt and fear that swarmed his mind whenever the thought presented itself. But alas, here he was sitting across from her watching her flip her hair over her shoulder and let out a light laugh as she found whatever George was saying quite amusing.

“Y/N! You have to come, you literally can’t miss a party like this!” George practically shouted, a shocked look on his face.

“I’m so behind on my studies.” Y/N started, resting her chin on her hands. “I’ll be practically chained to the library all weekend as is, I can’t go to a party.”

“Y-You’re not coming tonight?” Fred questioned, his eyes hopeful as if he had heard the conversation wrong.

“Sorry Freddie.” She pouted. “You can tell me all about it at breakfast tomorrow.” At that Fred reached across the table to run his finger across her knuckles, relishing in the way her skin felt under his calloused fingertip, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to how they would feel against his lips. However, he was pulled out of his daydream by the sound of George making gagging noises to the side of him as Y/N giggled.

“In that case I’ll have to drink a little extra.” He threw a wink her way. “To make sure I don’t bore you back to sleep tomorrow morning.”

“You never bore me, Trouble.” She smiled before saying her goodbyes to the rest of the table and making her way to the library. The nickname brought a gentle smile to his face, it was the first thing she’d ever called him. During her first year Y/N had been studying in the common room when the twins busteled in, laughing and hollering about another successful prank. When she asked what they were so excited about, the two boys were more than happy to explain, Fred wildly acting out the look on Snape’s face before George asked her name and introduced himself in response. Before Fred even had the chance to open his mouth to follow suit she stopped him.

“You sound like trouble, that’s what I’ll call you.”

George laughed at his twins new-found nickname but it made Fred’s heart swell - the fact that she had specifically given him a special name, the smile on her face when she said it and the way she never left their side since that day, produced a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. Now, here he was, years later, with the same girl, same nickname, same smile and the same butterflies.

Fred kept his promise to Y/N, he was drunk, very, very drunk. He stumbled through the Gryffindor common room, his feet feeling like they were trying to carry him off in different directions until he finally found an armchair to ground himself with. Plopping himself down into the chair he looked out into the crowd of people, some laughing others whispering, couples hanging off each other, it made him miss Y/N. If she was here she’d be sitting next to him, his arm slung around her shoulder as she giggled over the way he slurred his words and she’d always made sure he got to bed safely before finding her way to her own room. Fred groaned as George sat in the chair across from him, pushing a glass of water towards him, causing his twin to chuckle at his annoyed state.

“At least you’ll have something funny to tell Y/N in the morning.” He laughed. “Tell her all about how your drunk ass could barely walk straight.” Fred leaned his head back on his neck.

“I should go see her.” He spoke quietly, just loud enough to convince himself of the idea but hopefully not loud enough for George to hear. He knew that his drunken state failed him however, when his brother quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And do what? Spill your guts?” George chuckled. “Either by finally telling her you’re bloody in love with her or literally?” This earned another groan from Fred as he shot daggers at him.

“That’s it.” Fred started, chugging the glass of water that was placed in front of him. “I’m going.”

“Best of luck mate.” George spoke as he watched Fred stumble his way through the crowd.

“Where’s he going?” Ron asked, suddenly appearing by his brother's side.

“On a death mission.” George responded.

Fred let out a sigh of relief when he finally made his way out of the common room and began the trek towards her dorm room. But his mind was running rampant, what if George was right? What if he was just better off going to bed? Maybe she wouldn’t want to see him, she was probably tired from studying all night and the last thing she wanted was him keeping her up. But despite his doubts his feet still carried him towards her, the walk was sobering, which he would need if he planned on getting a coherent sentence out when he finally made his way to her.

“Y/N?” He called softly when he opened her room door, trying his very best to keep quiet to not wake her roommates. He recognized her frame immediately, bundled under bed sheets, her hair messy and lips slightly parted. He stood over her, watching the way her chest rose and fell as soft breathes left her mouth. “Y/N.” He spoke again, shoving his hands in his pockets, fearing her reaction to his sudden visit. Her eyes shot open but when they found his, her face softened, a small smile forming.

“You scared me, Trouble.” She laughed lightly. “Are you okay?” She asked, the concern that laced her voice made him have to restrain from kissing every square inch of her face.

“I’m okay, just a little drunk.” He hiccuped, his response earning a bright smile from her as she scooted to the side and patted the bed, signially for him to sit next to her. He graciously accepted her offer, his hand immediately finding her knee, needing to touch her. She leaned into his touch as he slurred on about how Ron tried to flirt with Hermione but failed miserably and how red Harry turned when George dared him to kiss Ginny. Neither of them could remember falling asleep, they were too caught up in each other's whispered stories and soft giggles.

When Fred woke the next morning, his head pounding, his legs feeling as if they had carried him across the entire country, he looked down to find his best friend fast asleep on his chest. Y/N’s arms were wrapped tightly around his middle with his hand tangled in her hair as she shifted slightly on top of him. He felt like he should panic and apologize for last night’s antics but she looked so peaceful and he was so close to her that he couldn’t bring himself to worry about barging into her room at who knows what time.

“Mornin’ Trouble.” She spoke, her voice groggy and flooded with sleep. “How are you feeling?” She asked genuinely, pulling herself from his embrace to stretch her arms above her head, making him curse himself for ever moving and waking her.

“I’ve been much better.” He groaned, sliding his hands down his face. “Guess I don’t have to fill you in on last night's events at breakfast anymore.”

“No, you did a sufficient job of that last night.” She giggled. “But we can still go to breakfast, you need to eat something.” Y/N pulled him out of her bed, still fully clothed in what he was wearing the night before.

He grumbled his way through breakfast as George and Ron cracked jokes about how drunk and lovesick he was, Fred throwing warning looks their way as Y/N laughed seeming unbothered by the way they were pulling her into they’re jokes, taking it all as a way to poke fun at Fred. But his head was still swimming, the feeling of her weight on top of him and her hands pressed against his chest, all he wanted was to be back in that position again. He couldn’t get it out of his head for the rest of the day and no matter how many times he attempted to distract himself from her that night as he lied in bed his mind kept travelling back to Y/N. He lay awake staring at the ceiling thinking about how empty his arms felt without her in them - she was addicting, he had always known that, since the moment he met her he had not been able to pull himself away from her. But now he was in too deep, he needed to be there with her.

So, here he was, in his pyjamas, on his way to her dorm room once again, all shame and guilt left long behind, just needing to be near her. Fred padded into her room, his hands rooted in his pockets once again, fully expecting to have to wake her just as he did the night before. But she was wide awake, sitting on her bed, a novel clasped in her fingers, a smile forming on her face when he came into her line of vision.

“Did you miss me?” She teased, as he ran a hand through his hair, rocking on his heels.

“Can’t sleep.” He mumbled. “Was wondering if you were still up.” He said, offering her a grin.

“Well then Trouble, you’re in luck.” She smirked, moving to allow space for him to lie next to her. Fred laid his head in her lap as she turned her attention back to the book in her hand while the other snaked its way into his hair. All the trouble sleeping that had been previously plaguing him melted away with her nails lightly scratching his scalp.

Over the course of the next week Fred and Y/N fell into this routine, he would lay away in his bed before eventually giving into the knowledge that he could not sleep without her any longer before he would make his way to her room, crawl into bed beside her and fall into the soundest sleep that has ever graced him. In the beginning, he was apprehensive, worried that she would reject him at some point and tell him that she wanted to sleep alone. But she never did, every night she shot him a warm smile and opened her arms to him. As the week went on his worries morphed themselves into something new however, he was no longer concerned about her rejecting his company but that she would instead reject his feelings for her. That she would eventually realize that he was in love with her and tell him that she never felt that way about him and was just trying to be a good friend.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you anymore.” Fred spoke into the darkness of the room, his voice audibly shaking, the silence that filled the space causing his stomach to turn.

“Mhmm.” Y/N started, tightening her grasp on him. “I can’t complain, you’re a great pillow.” He let out a light laugh, rubbing small circles in her back.

“It’s true.” He spoke, more seriously. “I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately, but as soon as I get into your bed, I’m out.” She sighed. “They must have better beds in the girls dorms.” He added, which earned a giggle from her.

“I don’t know about the quality of the beds, maybe it’s who's in it.” She spoke, her voice quiet as she bit her lip now regretting her sudden burst of confidence. Fred was silent for a moment before he spoke, a deep breath filling his lungs before he had the nerve to confess to her.

“I always thought that the reason I always had to touch you was because I liked to feel close to people. But it’s different with you.” He shifted to look at her. “I need to touch you, need to feel your skin. Fuck Y/N, I just want to hold your hand in front of everybody and kiss you in between classes and fall asleep next to you every night.” He searched her face looking for any sense of emotion but all he could find was her typical soft smile. “It’s just that I-I-” He started.

“I love you too Fred.” She cut him off, placing her palm against his cheek, he turned into her touch despite the shock that was lacing his features.

“You what?” He said, a giggle falling from her mouth as she clasped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to save him some pride.

“The first night you came to my room, after you left the party, you kept saying you loved me in your sleep.” He groaned at her confession. “I was worried it was just drunk babbles but-”

“But I do love you.” He finished. “I’ve loved you for years.”

“I love you too, Trouble.” She giggled, placing a long awaited kiss to his lips.

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