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link to vid?? it very well might be i based it off of a tiktok and spent FOREVER trying to find it to credit but i couldn't i'd love to credit you !!!!

idiot | f.w.

fred weasley x fem!reader

a/n: hi! this is sort of based off of a tiktok i saw where the creator talked to hermione about fred and angelina at the yule ball over an audio clip. i don't remember the creator, so if you find it please lmk! anyway, enjoy this lil wintery blab

tw: swearing, meantions of violence, shouting

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the snow at hogwarts was always your favorite. the piles of white glittery fluff laying on the castle grounds never failed to amaze you, and this year, it was more beautiful than ever. you didn't know why that was, but the ginger standing next to you sure added to the scenery.

"isn't it lovely?" you said to him, your vouce dripping in awe. "i never want to look away!"

"yes it's quite beautiful y/n, but can't you admire it from your dorm window? i'm freezing my arse off out here!" fred replied with his hands tucked far into his coat pockets.

"you can go in, you know, i'm fine here," you said reassuringly.

he scoffed. "you really think i'm gonna leave you out here in the cold? by yourself? are you nuts?" he looked fake-shocked. "that would not be a very friendly thing to do, y/n, and i am a great friend, you know," he says matter-of-factly.

"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you said, attempting to hide the bitterness that struck your heart when he said "friend." you had been in love with the boy since your first year at hogwarts, when you were introduced by his younger brother, ron, whom you had become friends with on the train ride over. fred, however, seemed to be oblivious. he never was one for smarts, though. all this to say, you relictantly went inside, not without your counterpart receiving a soft punch to the arm, which resulted in a string of not-so-nice words.

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with the snow came the yule ball. every year you were too nervous to ask fred, and every year, he went with another girl. this year, though, you were determined to get him first. you had a plan this time around, and you had decided that, if it didn't work, you were cursed. you were going to ask him at lunch today, which just so happened to be after this period, potions. you had told your best friend, hermione, about your plan, and she was adamant to help you, but you wanted to do it on your own. reluctantly, she obliged.

this period seemed to take at least ten times longer than usual. you couldn't help but wiggle your quill in anticipation, waiting to be dismissed. then, something broke your focus.

"angelina!" fred had whispered. once she looked over he mouthed: "want to go to the yule ball with me?" your heart dropped. again? seriously? you hoped for a no.

she nodded and said "sure!" and you nearly crushed your quill in anger. hermione looked over at you with wide eyes. fred shot a huge cheeky wink at ron, they probably had a bet or something, you guessed. but it didn't matter. his smile only made your eyes well up with tears. you blinked them away and continued working on your assignment, albeit more aggressively than before.

you were silent at lunch, and everyone noticed, just your luck they paid attention today. you chose to play with your food, rather than eating it, and you were completely out of it.

"y/n," ron chimed, "did you hear me?"

"what? d'you say somethin'?" you mumbled.

"yeah, i asked if you were gonna eat that," he said, gesturing to your still-full plate. you silently nudged it over to him and went back to your previous activity of staring at the wall.

after lunch, you had a free period, which you chose to spend on the bridge outside, admiring the snow to distract yourself.

"hey," hermione said.

"jesus 'mione, you nearly made me piss m'self!" you said with your hand over your chest.

she laughed. "sorry, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. i just wanted to check on you. are you okay?"

"sure, yeah, i'm fine," you sarcastically replied. "the boy i've been in love with for 5 years just asked out yet another girl and i'm totally, one-hundred percent okay with it!" you said with a fake smile that you quickly dropped into a frown.

"yeeaahh," she said. "i figured."

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the next week seemed to pass slower than ever. you just wanted to get to the ball and get it over with, but the universe seemed to have it out for you.

you had a beautiful dress picked out, and, a week ago, you were thrilled to wear it, but now? you were dreading having to dress up at all. you had even considered ditching altogether, but hermione wasn't going to allow that.

"you're going, y/n, now get that dress on! i'll even do your makeup for you! go ooooonnn!" she insisted, slightly shoving you toward your wardrobe.

you sighed. "fine, i'll go, but i'm going to complain the whole time," you said with an eye roll.

"yes i am perfectly aware of that, now get dressed!"

an hour later, your hair was curled, your makeup done, and you were completely dressed to the nines. you had a silvery high-low dress that was adorned with small white gemstones on the boddess and neckline.

hermione's face seemed to glow with happiness. "you look absolutely STUNNING, y/n!" she hugged you tight and led you to the floor-length mirror in your room.

although you felt miserable, you did look quite pretty. pretty enough to make you grin a little. "seeeeee you're gorgeous!" hermione said. "now let's go, you'll totally make him lose it!"

you doubted that, but she pulled on your arm, leaving you no choice but to attend the ball.

your evening was quite shit to say the least. you spent it standing next to hermione swaying awkwardly to whatever song was playing, all the while sipping on some butterbeer to keep your hands busy. you kept glaring at fred and angelina, who had found their way to the dance floor.

"quit staring, y/n, you'll only make it worse for yourself," hermione said, giving you a knowing look.

you sipped your drink, still glaring. "why does she get him? i'm in love with him, shes just heartbroken. you know what i do when i'm heartbroken? eat cake. why can't she just eat cake and give me the pretty ginger boy?" you said bitterly.

hermione laughed. "he'll get it some day, y/n, just not today."

"it's never today," you said sharply, taking another drink. they looked like they were having such a good time, and you hated it. you should have been used to it by now, every year you had to see it, but this year felt worse. you had been so eager to ask him, but no, never you.

you decided you'd had enough of the so-called fun for the evening. you sat your cup down and promptly stormed out of the ballroom.

you decided to go to the bridge again to watch the snowfall. it really was beautiful, but you cursed it silently for remaining that way. you just wanted him to see you like he sees the snow. you wanted to make him feel as good as a good prank does. you wanted him.

"hey," you felt a hand on your shoulder, which promted you to jump and curse.

"fuck! fred what the hell!" you pulled away from him and leaned on the bridge once more.

"sorry, figured i'd find you here. what happened? i saw you leave earlier. do i need to kill someone?" he said, genuinely concerned.

you laughed st the irony of his last comment. "don't worry about it, i'm fine," you said bitterly.

"y/n, come on, i've known you 5 years now, you're not getting off that easy."

"seriously, just leave it," you said with a warning tone.

"i'm not leaving till you telll mee," he said in a sing-songy voice.

you snapped. "why her?" you shouted, sharply turning to face him. "why her of all people? why not me, fred? what's she got that i haven't? can't you see i'm bloody in love with you? i've been standing here all this time and yet you never fail to snog everyone else but me."

he was dumbfounded. he just stared at with his mouth open. you waited for a response, but all you got was a stuttered, "y/n i-."

you scoffed and smiled up at the sky sarcastically. "whatever, fuck it, fred. forget i ever said anything at all." you turned around and made your way back to the castle. before you even made it half way down the bridge, you sobbed.

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two days had passed since the yule ball, and you looked terrible. you hadn't slept but two or three hours since then, your eyes were dark and surrounded with purple. your hair was messy, and, honestly, you just looked miserable, and you were. you hadn't talked to hardly anyone, and your friends were all worried.

"seriously, hermione, what's her deal?" ron had asked after passing you in the hall.

"she told fred," she whispered.

"oh no, it didn't go well, then?" he replied.

"obviously not, you git," harry said, shoving his friend on the arm.

"you've got to say something to him, ronald. she's extremely depressed!" hermione suggested sternly.

"right, and what am i supposed to say? 'hey fred y/n's in love with you, what are you gonna do about that?'" he asked.

"yes! exactly that!" she replied.

"alright, geez," ron said. "i'll talk to him."

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"hey fred," ron said timidly.

"hello, little brother!" he replied, unexpectedly chipper.

"what's wrong with y/n," ron asked, pretending to not know. "you haven't talked to her, have you?"

his smile faltered. "she told you, didn't she?" he asked.

"well, not exactly. she told hermione, who told me to talk to you," ron explained.

"ah, i see," said fred. "well i'm not really sure what to do about it all. i mean, she was so angry! and loud! merlin was she loud."

"well, do you like her?" ron asked.

"well i love her. of course i love her, she's my best friend. but, to be honest, i don't know how to feel," fred replied. "i don't know if i just love her, or if i'm in love with her, or what."

"well, uh," ron tried to think of something to help. "how do you feel when you see her?"

"happy," he said. "anytime she comes around i get so giddy i can't help but laugh." he started to smile. " i get lost in her eyes, her laugh is contagious!" he looked at ron, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.

"oh my god i'm in love with her!" fred realized.

ron nodded, "yep. you shou-"

fred cut him off "i should go tell her!" he ran for the door to go confess and apologize to his best friend.

"y/n! y/n! i've got to talk to you!" fred yelled as he ran in your direction. you were, once again, sitting on the bridge, coincidentally where you two had last spoken two days ago.

you stood up and pretended not to hear him. you didn't want to talk to him, especially not about the events that occured two nights ago. you heard him call for you again, and picked up your pace. you had begun to jog when he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.

"hey, fred, didn't see you there!" you laughed awkwardly, your eyes on the ground.

"y/n, can we please talk about it?" he asked, his eyes down on yours.

"what do you want to talk about? if you're just going to say 'i love you, but' or 'we're better amoff as friends', you can just turn and go back the way you came," you said plainly.

"i'm in love with you y/n. i didn't realize it before, and i was just shocked when you told me then, you were very loud," he laughed. "but really, y/n, i am in love with you, and i'm so sorry i upset you. your silent treatment was just awful, honestly. couldn't you have just hit me or something? it would have hurt less!"

you tried not to smile, but his was so beautiful, you had to. "you mean it, freddie? you're in love with me? this isn't another prank is it? if it is so help me god, weasley, i'll hex your nuts off," you said, pointing your wand at his chin and glaring.

"ah! no, no, i'm being serious!" he said in fake-shock.

"okay, then," you said, laughing. you put your wand back in your pocket and looked up at him.

after a moment of silence, he simply asked: "can i kiss you now?"

"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you replied.

he pulled you into a passionate, yet, sort of awkward kiss, and you melted. you had been waiting 5 years for this, and it was everything you could have ever imagined. you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled.

"so they made up, then?" harry asked with a smile.

"i guess so, whatever you said must have worked, ronald," hermione praised. "well done."

ron fist-pumped into the air out of pride, and high-fived harry, all three laughing.

you looked over your shoulder to see all of them cheering. your face turned red and you laughed, too. "idiots," you said, before kissing fred once more.

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don't you want me baby? yes, yes i do.

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Chess | s.r.

small tiny little fluffy drabble

The Spencer Reid you knew was a dork, a nerd, and a geek. Only one person could be all three, and that was him. He constantly bested you in chess (and checkers, and every card game you've ever attempted to play with him), but it didn't bother you; after all, any time spent with him was not wasted.

He never questioned your consistent need to play games, even though you lost every time, and you were thankful for that. How could you ever tell him you what you really wanted? He could never love you, anyway, it would ruin your friendship, and that would be worse than rejection.

"Hey, Y/N," Spencer called from his seat on the jet. "Chess or checkers today?"

You smiled. "Checkers, I'm better at that one, anyway, even if I'll lose."

"You know, I could always give you some lessons in chess if you really wanted me to," he offered innocently. "I am, as you say, 'like, really good.'"

"Lessons, huh? You think you could teach me your ways, doctor?" You said, in the same mocking tone he used.

"Only if you wanted me to," he replied, suddenly finding an itch on his neck.

"Sure, that sounds fun!" you said, excitedly.

"Great! Um, how about we start right now? We could work on strategy on the way there and then play a real match on the way back?"

"Alright, teach me, O chess lord," you said dramatically, earning a laugh from the lord in question as he set up the board.

From then on it became a routine for Spencer to teach you how to play a game on the way to a distant case, and then test your knowledge on the way back to Quantico.

So far, you had beaten him three times in checkers, once in gin, but still never in chess, and you had decided that it would stay that way forever.

After yet another tally to Spencer's side of the scoring notepad labeled "CHESS," you let out a heavy sigh. "Mark my words, Reid, one day I will beat you," you said, drawing your thumb across your throat, threateningly. He laughed at that.

"You will try," he replied with a smile. "Hey, y/n? Would you maybe want to- um," he cleared his throat. "Would you want to maybe come to my place when we get back? I have a really cool antique chessboard we could practice with, and I could show you a few more pointers that helped me when I was first starting. We could try to get you a record time and I-"

"Spence," you cut him off. "That sounds nice, I'd love to."

"Really?" he said, a bit too eagerly. "Are you sure? I don't want it to be weird or anything, not like a date- unless you wanted it to be! I don't want you to think it's not? a date? 'Cause it is sorta? But if you don't want it to be then it won't be at all like that-"

"Spence!" you cut him off again. "I would like it to be a date," you said with a smile.

"Oh! Then, uh, it's a date!"

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the best profiler in the room | a.h.

<<sorry not sorry this is literally just angst whoops>>

t/w : angst / crying

wc: 582-drabble

though he was stern and serious, and those eyebrows never seemed to raise, hotch had always had a special place in your heart. by that, you mean you had the biggest crush imaginable on your boss, aaron hotchner. everyone on the team had noticed it, except for the man that was supposed to be the best profilier in the bau -- ironic, right?

penelope made fun of you for it constantly, of course. "y/n! hes at least twice your age!" she'd say. and, while that was almost true, you'd just throw a sarcastic "nineteen" her way and roll your eyes.

derek thought it was hilarious, too, and never seemed to give the winks and smirks a rest. anytime you and hotch were on assignment together he'd say something along the lines of "don't have too much fun you two!" and yet hotch never caught a hint.

emily and jj just thought it was adorable that you had a crush on hotch, with the latter singing, "y/l/n and hotch-ner sittin in a tree" while the doctor sat clueless.

nevertheless, your fascination and longing for the stone-cold unit chief persisted, with you trailing behind in a blaze of flushed cheeks and awkward small-talk any time you were near him.

today, you had decided to come in early to have breakfast with the ladies of the team, which you almost never did. your conversation about henry's latest interest in dinosaurs was rudely interrupted by morgan not-so-subtly nudging your shoulder and gesturing to rossi and hotch who were leaving hotch's office and chatting. confused, you looked to where he pointed.

that's when you heard it.

"well is she cute?" dave asked.

"yes she is, but.." that's all you allowed yourself to hear for a moment as the blood drained from your face.

"well what's her name?" dave prodded.

"beth," hotch replied with a small smile.

beth you thought. beth.

penelope heard, too, and could only look at you with her mouth slightly agape.

emily and jj followed suit, eyes wide, while yours began to heat up with tears. you promptly stood out of your seat and made your way to the bathroom. you closed the door behind you and sobbed quietly. after years of waiting, of pining and crushing and waiting and this is what you get? beth?

the door handle turns and you race to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"y/n? y/n i am so so sorry," says penelope quietly.

"it's fine," you say with a sniff. "i should have figured this would happen, i mean, i'm way to young for him anyway."

"still you're in pieces! i just don't get how he could have missed you after you've been right in front of him all this time," she says sadly.

"i'm glad he's finally ready to see someone after haley but i guess i just thought that someone would be me," you said. "i shouldn't have got my hopes up."

the door opens once more. "sorry, y/n, garcia, we have a case," jj says.

"alright," garcia replies for the both of you. she helps you fix your mascara, but your face is still puffy from crying. you head toward the conference room and sit down as if nothing had happened at all.

hotch looks at you puzzled, and you muster a small smile. he mouths, "is everything alright?"

you huff a small laugh and nod back. the best profiler in the room and he still had no idea.

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Bang the Doldrums | f.w.

a/n: i am absolutely in LOVE with this song and fred weasley!!! i highly suggest listening to Bang the Doldrums by Fall out Boy either before or during your read!

c/w: alcohol use

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You and Fred Weasley always had a sort of- how to put it- tension. Since you had met in your 3rd year, there was always a wink or sly remark thrown your way, and vice versa, but you thought it meant nothing from him. You kept it to yourself, but, you had always had a crush on the lanky ginger boy who had grown to become your best friend. You would sooner enter the forbidden forest alone than ruin your friendship with him over some little feelings.

Tonight, though, you were toying with the idea that maybe your crush was not so little. You, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were playing a game of Truth, Dare, or Drink. Now, this wasn't so bad until the twins brought out a small green vial and sat it in the center of the criss-crossed circle you all had formed on the floor.

"Firewhiskey and veritaserum? Really boys?" Hermione complained, her tone suggesting that, this time, they had taken the game too far.

"Whaat? It's not like we'll ask anything too revealing," Fred replied with a wink at you. Your cheeks grew hot, probably just the whiskey, right? You always hated truth or dare, your friends had a habit of choosing the most embarrassing dares and the most revealing truths, but then, what was a Weasley game without some spark?

"Fine but I'm choosing dare on every single one of my turns," Hermione rebutted with a knowing grin.

"Sure! No shame in that," the twins said in unison. You always wondered just how they did that, sometimes their joint sentences were so long it was almost impressive.

"Alright settle down ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin!" George said in a mock-announcer voice. "What brave soul dares go first?" Your stomach ached slightly with nerves hoping that someone would volunteer before one of the twins chose you first.

"I think Y/n should go first!" dammit Fred. Of course, the group murmured a cluster of agreement. "Right then, truth or dare?" he asked you innocently.

"umm... dare?" you said, silently cursing your friends who put you into this awful position.

"Dare! Wonderful choice, Y/l/n. I dare you to eat a puking pastille!" Your face contorted with disgust. Fred saw this and cheekily replied, "or you could always drink instead!"

"Drink it is," you replied before taking a swig from your glass, coughing at the burn in your throat.

The game continued on for a few more rounds with Ron telling his most embarrassing school story, George receiving a chocolate that caused him to make varied cat-noises for 30 seconds, and Harry taking at least 3 drinks. When it got to Hermione, though, you were less than focused on her play. Fred had removed his jacket, and you noticed his collar had been undone slightly, and his hair, God, it was perfectly messy, and his smile was lethal, and those eyes-

"Right, Y/n," Ginny started, "truth or dare?" Your thoughts were cut off, as the game had finally returned to you. You dreaded your answer, but the dares thrown at the others seemed to grow worse with each round, so you reluctantly replied, "Truth," immediately regretting your words.

The group cheered and George handed you the vial of veritaserum. You took a sip, and as you swallowed, Ginny asked her question. "Do you fancy someone in this room?"

You nearly choked on the potion. You could feel the redness creep to your cheeks, but you couldn't help yourself from replying, "Yes!" Startled by your own words, your hands flew to your mouth. Everyone leaned in toward you, overlapping their "oo"s and whistles.

"Really?!" She replied, now excited, having received a different answer than she expected. "Who?" she pried. You hoped that Hermione would but in just then, stating that two questions weren't allowed in the rules, but she was just as interested to know as the rest of them.

You fought to keep in your answer, but it found itself to your lips and you unwillingly replied "Fred!" You cringed and dipped your head down to avoid eye contact with your friends, but the girls squealed and the guys began patting Fred on the back, echoing in cheers and praises.

Suddenly your ears were filled with questions about how long you'd fancied him, did he know, and why didn't you tell us?! All you could do was blush and grip your glass close to your mouth, pretending to drink.

The game was now over, this new, exciting information took precedent over some silly game. You hadn't even stopped to notice the red tint on your counterpart's cheeks, or the fact that he hadn't spoken a word since you blurted out your secret.

Eventually, George said something that took the attention off of you and Fred, and you were able to talk to him without the extra pairs of eyes and ears on you.

"Hey I'm sorry about that it's probably just the whiskey I-" your rambles were cut off by Fred's interruption.

"It's alright, we're best friends!"

You blurted: "Better off as lovers, and not the other way around," and again, your hands covered your mouth. Was it leftover veritaserum? Or was it just the newfound confidence you felt now?

Fred looked shocked, your confidence faltered, he doesn't think the same as you, of course he doesn't. He steps toward you. "Do you really think so?" Your eyes become glued to the shag carpet beneath you. Then, he lifts your chin with his finger. "Darling I've been waiting to hear that for ages, you have no idea."

Your eyes grow wide, "You're not joking are you? Fred if you are it's not funny," you say with a warning tone.

"Don't worry, princess, I'm not that cruel," he says with a chuckle. Princess, huh? That used to be something he said when you were being lazy or pouting, but now it felt different.

"So what now?" you asked.

"Can I kiss you?" he replied. You can't believe he even asked, that was way out of character for your best friend. You nodded, nevertheless, and he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You were way too enthralled by Fred's lips on yours to notice that the room had gone completely silent, and your friends had turned their attention back to you.

Eventually, Ron and George started cheering and Harry joined in. You pulled away abruptly and your cheeks grew red once again. Fred laughed and your fingers touched your lips, still in disbelief that your best friend just kissed you.

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MASTERLIST

HOGWARTS

Fred Weasley

idiot | f.w.

talk too much | f.w.

Draco Malfoy

a lady and a boy | d.m.

daddy issues | d.m.

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

the best profiler in the room | a.h.

Spencer Reid

chess | s.r

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idiot | f.w.

fred weasley x fem!reader

EDIT: i found the tiktok after literally a year of searching lol,, vid credit i based this off of goes to @/ci.rius on tiktok!!

a/n: hi! this is sort of based off of a tiktok i saw where the creator talked to hermione about fred and angelina at the yule ball over an audio clip. i don't remember the creator, so if you find it please lmk! anyway, enjoy this lil wintery blab

tw: swearing, meantions of violence, shouting

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the snow at hogwarts was always your favorite. the piles of white glittery fluff laying on the castle grounds never failed to amaze you, and this year, it was more beautiful than ever. you didn't know why that was, but the ginger standing next to you sure added to the scenery.

"isn't it lovely?" you said to him, your vouce dripping in awe. "i never want to look away!"

"yes it's quite beautiful y/n, but can't you admire it from your dorm window? i'm freezing my arse off out here!" fred replied with his hands tucked far into his coat pockets.

"you can go in, you know, i'm fine here," you said reassuringly.

he scoffed. "you really think i'm gonna leave you out here in the cold? by yourself? are you nuts?" he looked fake-shocked. "that would not be a very friendly thing to do, y/n, and i am a great friend, you know," he says matter-of-factly.

"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you said, attempting to hide the bitterness that struck your heart when he said "friend." you had been in love with the boy since your first year at hogwarts, when you were introduced by his younger brother, ron, whom you had become friends with on the train ride over. fred, however, seemed to be oblivious. he never was one for smarts, though. all this to say, you relictantly went inside, not without your counterpart receiving a soft punch to the arm, which resulted in a string of not-so-nice words.

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with the snow came the yule ball. every year you were too nervous to ask fred, and every year, he went with another girl. this year, though, you were determined to get him first. you had a plan this time around, and you had decided that, if it didn't work, you were cursed. you were going to ask him at lunch today, which just so happened to be after this period, potions. you had told your best friend, hermione, about your plan, and she was adamant to help you, but you wanted to do it on your own. reluctantly, she obliged.

this period seemed to take at least ten times longer than usual. you couldn't help but wiggle your quill in anticipation, waiting to be dismissed. then, something broke your focus.

"angelina!" fred had whispered. once she looked over he mouthed: "want to go to the yule ball with me?" your heart dropped. again? seriously? you hoped for a no.

she nodded and said "sure!" and you nearly crushed your quill in anger. hermione looked over at you with wide eyes. fred shot a huge cheeky wink at ron, they probably had a bet or something, you guessed. but it didn't matter. his smile only made your eyes well up with tears. you blinked them away and continued working on your assignment, albeit more aggressively than before.

you were silent at lunch, and everyone noticed, just your luck they paid attention today. you chose to play with your food, rather than eating it, and you were completely out of it.

"y/n," ron chimed, "did you hear me?"

"what? d'you say somethin'?" you mumbled.

"yeah, i asked if you were gonna eat that," he said, gesturing to your still-full plate. you silently nudged it over to him and went back to your previous activity of staring at the wall.

after lunch, you had a free period, which you chose to spend on the bridge outside, admiring the snow to distract yourself.

"hey," hermione said.

"jesus 'mione, you nearly made me piss m'self!" you said with your hand over your chest.

she laughed. "sorry, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. i just wanted to check on you. are you okay?"

"sure, yeah, i'm fine," you sarcastically replied. "the boy i've been in love with for 5 years just asked out yet another girl and i'm totally, one-hundred percent okay with it!" you said with a fake smile that you quickly dropped into a frown.

"yeeaahh," she said. "i figured."

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the next week seemed to pass slower than ever. you just wanted to get to the ball and get it over with, but the universe seemed to have it out for you.

you had a beautiful dress picked out, and, a week ago, you were thrilled to wear it, but now? you were dreading having to dress up at all. you had even considered ditching altogether, but hermione wasn't going to allow that.

"you're going, y/n, now get that dress on! i'll even do your makeup for you! go ooooonnn!" she insisted, slightly shoving you toward your wardrobe.

you sighed. "fine, i'll go, but i'm going to complain the whole time," you said with an eye roll.

"yes i am perfectly aware of that, now get dressed!"

an hour later, your hair was curled, your makeup done, and you were completely dressed to the nines. you had a silvery high-low dress that was adorned with small white gemstones on the boddess and neckline.

hermione's face seemed to glow with happiness. "you look absolutely STUNNING, y/n!" she hugged you tight and led you to the floor-length mirror in your room.

although you felt miserable, you did look quite pretty. pretty enough to make you grin a little. "seeeeee you're gorgeous!" hermione said. "now let's go, you'll totally make him lose it!"

you doubted that, but she pulled on your arm, leaving you no choice but to attend the ball.

your evening was quite shit to say the least. you spent it standing next to hermione swaying awkwardly to whatever song was playing, all the while sipping on some butterbeer to keep your hands busy. you kept glaring at fred and angelina, who had found their way to the dance floor.

"quit staring, y/n, you'll only make it worse for yourself," hermione said, giving you a knowing look.

you sipped your drink, still glaring. "why does she get him? i'm in love with him, shes just heartbroken. you know what i do when i'm heartbroken? eat cake. why can't she just eat cake and give me the pretty ginger boy?" you said bitterly.

hermione laughed. "he'll get it some day, y/n, just not today."

"it's never today," you said sharply, taking another drink. they looked like they were having such a good time, and you hated it. you should have been used to it by now, every year you had to see it, but this year felt worse. you had been so eager to ask him, but no, never you.

you decided you'd had enough of the so-called fun for the evening. you sat your cup down and promptly stormed out of the ballroom.

you decided to go to the bridge again to watch the snowfall. it really was beautiful, but you cursed it silently for remaining that way. you just wanted him to see you like he sees the snow. you wanted to make him feel as good as a good prank does. you wanted him.

"hey," you felt a hand on your shoulder, which prompted you to jump and curse.

"fuck! fred what the hell!" you pulled away from him and leaned on the bridge once more.

"sorry, figured i'd find you here. what happened? i saw you leave earlier. do i need to kill someone?" he said, genuinely concerned.

you laughed st the irony of his last comment. "don't worry about it, i'm fine," you said bitterly.

"y/n, come on, i've known you 5 years now, you're not getting off that easy."

"seriously, just leave it," you said with a warning tone.

"i'm not leaving till you telll mee," he said in a sing-songy voice.

you snapped. "why her?" you shouted, sharply turning to face him. "why her of all people? why not me, fred? what's she got that i haven't? can't you see i'm bloody in love with you? i've been standing here all this time and yet you never fail to snog everyone else but me."

he was dumbfounded. he just stared at with his mouth open. you waited for a response, but all you got was a stuttered, "y/n i-."

you scoffed and smiled up at the sky sarcastically. "whatever, fuck it, fred. forget i ever said anything at all." you turned around and made your way back to the castle. before you even made it half way down the bridge, you sobbed.

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two days had passed since the yule ball, and you looked terrible. you hadn't slept but two or three hours since then, your eyes were dark and surrounded with purple. your hair was messy, and, honestly, you just looked miserable, and you were. you hadn't talked to hardly anyone, and your friends were all worried.

"seriously, hermione, what's her deal?" ron had asked after passing you in the hall.

"she told fred," she whispered.

"oh no, it didn't go well, then?" he replied.

"obviously not, you git," harry said, shoving his friend on the arm.

"you've got to say something to him, ronald. she's extremely depressed!" hermione suggested sternly.

"right, and what am i supposed to say? 'hey fred y/n's in love with you, what are you gonna do about that?'" he asked.

"yes! exactly that!" she replied.

"alright, geez," ron said. "i'll talk to him."

----

"hey fred," ron said timidly.

"hello, little brother!" he replied, unexpectedly chipper.

"what's wrong with y/n," ron asked, pretending to not know. "you haven't talked to her, have you?"

his smile faltered. "she told you, didn't she?" he asked.

"well, not exactly. she told hermione, who told me to talk to you," ron explained.

"ah, i see," said fred. "well i'm not really sure what to do about it all. i mean, she was so angry! and loud! merlin was she loud."

"well, do you like her?" ron asked.

"well i love her. of course i love her, she's my best friend. but, to be honest, i don't know how to feel," fred replied. "i don't know if i just love her, or if i'm in love with her, or what."

"well, uh," ron tried to think of something to help. "how do you feel when you see her?"

"happy," he said. "anytime she comes around i get so giddy i can't help but laugh." he started to smile. " i get lost in her eyes, her laugh is contagious!" he looked at ron, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.

"oh my god i'm in love with her!" fred realized.

ron nodded, "yep. you shou-"

fred cut him off "i should go tell her!" he ran for the door to go confess and apologize to his best friend.

"y/n! y/n! i've got to talk to you!" fred yelled as he ran in your direction. you were, once again, sitting on the bridge, coincidentally where you two had last spoken two days ago.

you stood up and pretended not to hear him. you didn't want to talk to him, especially not about the events that occured two nights ago. you heard him call for you again, and picked up your pace. you had begun to jog when he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.

"hey, fred, didn't see you there!" you laughed awkwardly, your eyes on the ground.

"y/n, can we please talk about it?" he asked, his eyes down on yours.

"what do you want to talk about? if you're just going to say 'i love you, but' or 'we're better amoff as friends', you can just turn and go back the way you came," you said plainly.

"i'm in love with you y/n. i didn't realize it before, and i was just shocked when you told me then, you were very loud," he laughed. "but really, y/n, i am in love with you, and i'm so sorry i upset you. your silent treatment was just awful, honestly. couldn't you have just hit me or something? it would have hurt less!"

you tried not to smile, but his was so beautiful, you had to. "you mean it, freddie? you're in love with me? this isn't another prank is it? if it is so help me god, weasley, i'll hex your nuts off," you said, pointing your wand at his chin and glaring.

"ah! no, no, i'm being serious!" he said in fake-shock.

"okay, then," you said, laughing. you put your wand back in your pocket and looked up at him.

after a moment of silence, he simply asked: "can i kiss you now?"

"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you replied.

he pulled you into a passionate, yet, sort of awkward kiss, and you melted. you had been waiting 5 years for this, and it was everything you could have ever imagined. you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled.

"so they made up, then?" harry asked with a smile.

"i guess so, whatever you said must have worked, ronald," hermione praised. "well done."

ron fist-pumped into the air out of pride, and high-fived harry, all three laughing.

you looked over your shoulder to see all of them cheering. your face turned red and you laughed, too. "idiots," you said, before kissing fred once more.

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daddy issues | d.m.

draco malfoy x slytherin fem!reader

a/n: heres a short little draco fic to daddy issuezs by the neighborhood. it is small. enjoy!

tw: panic attack, mentions of murder

you and draco had been friends since your first year at hogwarts. you had been sorted into slytherin, when you had hoped for ravenclaw, and he was quite possibly the slytherin-iest slytherin there ever was. he took you under his wing the moment he saw you, you looked so out of place, and he was determined to fix that.

now, nearly 6 years later, you two had become closer than ever. you were his rock, and he yours. yiu had helped him deal with his paternal troubles, and, in return, he offered protection from the ministry. this proved extremely useful in recent years since your dad, who you hadn't been associated with since you were 12, was a killer. he was in and out of azkaban constantly, and felt the need to send you letters with plans to "visit" you. you threw them away as soon as the owl arrived anymore. you hated him. all he did was cause you trouble. he'd killed your mom, leaving you alone. since then, draco had taken you into the malfoy manor. as kind as this was, you hated being there. everything was so sharp and dreary, and his parents were nothing short of intimidating. they had always treated you kindly, but they still scared you nontheless. draco wasn't fond of them either, but a place to stay is a place to stay.

today, you felt like every set of eyes was on you. the whispers in the hallway, followed by fearful eyes pointed directly at you. you kept your head down until you found out why you were the subject of everyone's conversations. then it hit you. the newspaper. everyone had it, but you had chosen do discard any copy of the daily prophet that ended up in your possession. you were almost entirely sure it was your dad again. it always was.

"everyone shut it!" draco shouted to those whipering in the halls. "go back to your dorms or shut up! you have no business in this matter."

"thanks draco," you whispered, holding your books to your chest. "it's probably my dad again, i don't want to know, honestly." you fidgeted with a piece of leather that was peeling off of the cover of one of your books. "probably out of azkaban again. ridiculous. i hate him."

"i know, y/n, just don't worry about it." she was right, he had escaped once again. draco had seen the paper this morning, but this time, he had threatened the ministry. he was determined to kill again, but he never said who.

"let's just get to class, i need a distraction. what do we have next, anyway?" you asked, hoping it was something you at least enjoyed.

"erm... herbology i think," he replied. thank goodness it was tolerable, you felt like throwing something, so plant-based work was a nice, peaceful option.

you picked up your walking pace to make it to the greenhouse on time, but you weren't able to avoid the eyes that followed you with every turn.

by the end of the day, a newspaper had ended up in your hands. your curiosity got the better of you, and you read it. the moment you locked eyes with the picture of your father, your lungs gave out. you were standing in the slytherin common room, but that changed quite quickly. you speedwalked to the nearest couch and practically fell into it. the paper fell from your hands and you noticed just how much your hands had been shaking.

"y/n? are you alright?" draco asked, his voice laced with worry. then, he saw the paper laying at your feet. your eyes were fixed on the wall, and your breath quickened. "y/n, love. it's alright," he said calmly, taking a seat beside you. this wasn't the first time he had to walk you through a panic attack. his hands found yours and he squeezed them lightly. your eyes finally moved, and tears fell down your cheeks. you attempted to slow down your breathing, but with every breath came a sob. he pulled you toward him and laid your head on his chest. he pet your hair, knowing that it calms you down.

"go ahead and cry, little girl. nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you," he said, reassuring you. he was out of ideas, so, he tried to get you to laugh. "i know that you've got daddy issues, and i do too," he chuckled a little, and, through tears, you did, too. "there's my girl," he said quietly. "it's alright love, he's not here. and if he was, i'd avada kedavra him quicker than you can say 'butterbeer.'"

you laughed. "thanks draco, i don't know what i'd do without you." you wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up at the boy who might as well have saved your life.

"honestly? me neither," he said, matter-of-factly. he leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. "off to bed now, dearie," he said in a more posh accent than usual. "you've class in the morning, got to be up early and all."

"right," you said with a roll of your eyes. "like you don't stay up till ungodly hours of the morning."

he tutted in response. "not about me!" and with that, he planted a kiss on your cheek and cooly walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

your hand flew up to your cheek, which you were sure, had it not been dark, would have been 4 shades darker than normal. what had gotten into him?

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talk too much || f.w.

x slytherin fem!reader

hi all! this is my first whole length fic i've written, but i simp so hard for fred weasley. its based loosely on the song "talk too much" by COIN (i suggest listening half way through!) anyway, hope you enjoy!

tw: swearing, kissing, mention of violence (playfully)

studying in the hogwarts library used to be a peaceful experience. that is, until a certain red-haired duo decided that the library was to be their new prank-planning office.

"you know who we should hit next fred?" the first asked.

"i bet i do brother" returned the second

"snape!" they shouted in unison.

you groan and turn yourself around to face the ginger pair that had made your last two weeks a living hell. "will you two shut it?"

they laugh at your way-too-serious remark and george decides to speak first.

"oh! look who's getting feisty, eh brother?"

"indeed she is, george, shall we shut it?"

"hmm i don't think so"

"well will you gits at least use a silencing charm or something? merlin you weasleys talk too much"

"alright alright y/l/n we'll keep it down, all in good fun"

good fun. right. it's always good fun when you fail your o.w.l.s because you had nowhere to study in peace. you'd tried the slytherin common room, but malfoy and his crew ruined that quite quickly. the great hall was packed constantly, and the room of requirement felt cold compared to the welcoming walls filled with old books and warm lighting that the library gave you. the worst part about it all was that you had begun to fancy the very boy who caused you so much frustration. you guess he wasn't too horrible in terms of looks, but that mouth never stopped running.

on the way to your potions class, your favorite, but filled with people who ticked you off the most, you almost had a heart attack, courtesy of one frederick weasley. he had been developing a new "device" that spit out mini fireworks out of thin air. his lab rat? you.

"what the fuck weasley? what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

in between fits of laughter he managed to get out "new project" and "havent-(hahaha)-name-(snort)-yet"

"i swear to merlin fred, one more prank and i swear i'll shove a firework up your arse" you spat out, gathered your books and silently cursed all past, present and any future weasleys.

"today, students, we will be making amortentia, i'm sure you're all familiar, so get busy" echoed the nasally voice of one severus snape. of course, you listened and began reading the directions that were neatly inked onto the parchment in front of you. to no one's surprise at all, you were the first to finish, and you had made it perfectly. the only problem was that snape decided to "suggest" that those who had successfully brewed their amortentia should share with the rest of the class what their's smelled like. you weren't worried at first, until you smelled yours.

"miss y/l/n, you will go first"

"erm," you wafted the mist to your nose, "smoke" specifically from a firework, but you were not about to say that out loud. "sweets, and cinnamon." you stepped back from your cauldron and tried not to think about the smell that you first identified. it was just from earlier. there was no way that fred weasley was going to be your soulmate. your stupid crush on him was simply a coping mechanism for his idiotic pranks that plagued you..right?

"thank you, miss y/l/n. mister weasley- not you george- since you think this class is so hilarious, you will go next"

you shot up and looked at fred, hoping that what he'd smell wasn't you, but he noticed your gaze. "no problem professor!" he said cheerfully with a smirk, and a wink tossed at you. "mine smells of mint and-" he took a bigger, more dramatic sniff, "lavender" he said, a tad more serious than just a second before. only you seemed to notice, though, as no one else seemed to think anything of it.

fred sat back down next to his counterpart and put on his usual jovial personality for everyone to see. you can't stop thinking about your potion, though. it was just your robes. just leftover from his prank. suddenly, a paper airplane hits the side of your head. you sigh and roll your eyes, because you know just who it came from.

gryffindor common room, 11:00 tonight. please. we need to talk. f.w.

no way in hell you were meeting him there. it was probably just another prank. you want him to know that you know what he's up to, so you crumble the piece of parchment right in front of him.

later that evening, you escape to the library, but only when you've made sure there were no freckled, ginger men infesting it. studying, however, proved extremely difficult. you wanted to know what fred wanted. your curiosity seemed to take control of your actions as you stood up and made your way to the gryffindor common room. you snuck up to the fat lady and she looked at you, eyebrow raised, and very plainly asked, "password?" shit you didn't even think about needing a password. before you could utter a gibberish guess, the painting opened and fred crept out from behind it.

"you came, good" he said, genuinely relieved that you had showed up.

"what is it you want, weasley?" you whispered, slightly annoyed with yourself for ending up here in the first place.

"amortentia. mint and lavender. d'you know who that is?" he asked you.

"why would i know who your soulmate is, fred? and why do you care anyway? it's not like you're gonna find them tonight."

"and here i though you were brilliant, y/n" you were shocked, that was the first time he had ever called you by your first name.

"if you wanted to annoy me, you could have just pulled another dumb prank. shoved some fizzing whizbees in my coffee or something. you didn't have to call me here" with that, he had given up, putting on his normal persona.

"you're right, thanks for the idea y/l/n i'll have to try it on you sometime. i'm sure george will get a kick out of it as well. d'you think whizbees or puking pastilles? you know what, i'll surprise you instead!" he smiled. he loved riling you up, you're cute when you're angry.

"you talk too much" you said, and with a turn of your heel, you were on your way back to your dorm.

"and you study too much! you can't take a joke to save your life, y/l/n, maybe one of these days you'll come over here and shut me up yourse-" he was cut off by your lips being newly placed on his. it was all in a feat of shutting him up. then you realized what you had done.

stay cool, it's just a kiss

"why you gotta be so talkative?" you said, impressively keeping your composure. fred, on the other hand, was completely shellshocked, frozen. "what's the matter weasley? never been kissed before?" your words went in one ear and out the other for him. he couldn't care less what your lips said when they weren't on his.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, earning a gasp from you, which he used to his advantage. he slipped his tongue in your mouth and savored every inch of you. you had forgotten everything you had been mad about before. your hands found his hair and tangled themselves in it. he melted into you, moving his hands to your legs, and hoisting you up around his waist. he carried you to the couch in the middle of the common room, and laid you down quick. amidst all the snogging, you remembered your anger from before and promptly pulled away.

"i.. i have to go. this was a mistake." you said quietly, trying to compose yourself enough to leave the couch.

"was it? it was you i smelled, y/n. the mint from your toothpaste? the lavender from your perfume? it's always been you." he sounded so sincere, something you'd never thought in a million years you'd hear. "stay, please"

he leaned toward you again and cupped your cheek in his hand. he pulled you just close enough that you would have to close the gap between you. you hesitated for a moment, but kissed him again. he seemed to mimic your every move with complete perfection. he linked his fingers with yours and deepened the kiss until you had to come up for air. you stared into his cinnamon eyes for what seemed like eternity until you noticed movement in the corner of the room. fred followed your eyes and said,

"george what the hell mate? how long you been standin' there?"

"oi don't let me get in the way of your snogging, simply left my books down here." he replied, with the cheekiest wink you had quite possibly ever seen. your face grew hot and you shuffled out from under fred, making your way quickly out of the common room. fred wasn't letting you get away that easy, though.

"same time tomorrow?" he asked slyly.

"in your dreams, weasley." you half-jokingly replied. you knew he'd be in yours tonight.

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a lady and a boy | d.m.

draco malfoy x fem!reader

song: line without a hook - ricky montgomery

a/n: thank you for all the support on my last fic! this one was sort of a request from @fungusbabey enjoy!!

t.w.: none!

draco malfoy was the unspoken king of the slytherin house. he presented himself as a leader, spiteful, hateful, and plain rude, but a leader nonetheless. he was, of course, the heir to the malfoy legacy, but his actions were no more fueled by pride than fear. he lived every minute of his life surrounded by his father. from "my father will be hearing about this!" to "i mustn't disappoint my father" and then to "am i going to be my father?" draco was tired from trying to be both exactly like and the furthest from his father at all times. his thoughts were always occupied with his troubles, his trauma, and his name. malfoy. that's all he'd ever been called, all he'd ever known, and all he'd ever come to be proud of. that is, until a certain y/h/c lady caught his attention.

she was merely sitting in his transfiguration class, doing her work, and excelling in it, as per usual, and he'd never seemed to notice her at all, at least up to this point. professor mcgonagall had decided that, despite the resulting groans and sighs, she was going to assign a partner project, even worse, she was choosing the partners. crabbe and goyle still somehow ended up with each other, blaise and millicent were paired, leaving pansy and theodore (who also became partners). draco, of course, he thought, was alone.

"mister malfoy and," she paused for an eternity before continuing. "and miss y/l/n." a small, sly smile appeared on the professors face, but only draco had seemed to notice.

"so uh, draco, i guess we're partners?" y/n said, setting her books down on the desk beside the boy.

"guess so" he said, following a scoff, but he gazed at her when she looked away. he pretended not to care, he tried so hard to stay bitter, but her eyes drew him in so deep, it was impossible to look away.

when class ended, he made a point to leave just after her, shrugging off crabbe and goyle when they questioned his actions. he followed her until she reached her destination; a willow. no, not the whomping willow (thank goodness), but a simple weeping willow, sat just off the castle grounds. it had a nice, distant view of the quidditch pitch, and was surrounded by tiny wildflowers. draco had kept enough distance to remain unseen, but he watched her every move from him position. she sat below the tree and took a small leather-bound journal from her satchel, as well as a quill.

homework? really? he watched further, and she began to sketch her surroundings. he stared..and stared...and stared some more. the sun was beginning to set before he realized how long he had been standing, staring at y/n, when she was hardly doing anything at all. he grew hot, and started off toward the castle to think in his dorm.

the next day, and for a week after, he followed her to the same willow, watched her draw, and returned to the slytherin common room. draco's actions didn't go unnoticed by his peers. each time he left after transfiguration, stayed missing for hours, and returned without a single explanation for his strange disappearance.

"malfoy, where've you been, mate?" blaise had asked after his first count of being MIA. "you've been gone for hours."

"none of your business," he spat back.

"he's right malfoy, you've been gone all day," crabbe chimed in. "got a secret snog or somethin' you're not telling us about?"

"it's absolutely none of your business you gits, shove off," and with that, he was gone again, to his room to think.

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"draco. draco!" voice filled his ears, seemingly out of nowhere.

"what?" he snapped from his zone, meeting a pair of y/e/c eyes.

"are you going to help, or am i going to do the entire project?" she questioned.

"yeah sorry, sorry, what are we doing?" he was completely out of it.

"i swear it's like you're not even on the planet this week," she mumbled. to be entirely honest, he wasn't. he was too focused on her hands to worry about some stupid project. he had watched her so often that he began to notice little things, like how, when she was meant to be taking notes, she would be sketching a tree or a toad instead. and when she was really focused, the tip of her tongue would leave the corner of her mouth. and every time she wrote an 'i' the dot would be in the shape of a spark or a teardrop, or anything that wasn't an actual dot.

to tell the truth, draco wanted nothing more than to be held by her. he felt completely at ease in her presence, and he never felt more calm than when he was watching her. he wanted to tell her how he felt. it was like she had snuck him a love potion or something, he was completely and utterly entranced by her. but his mind told him that he couldn't, after all, she's a lady, and he was just a boy.

"malfoy, honestly, do i need to result to violence?" she hit him lightly on the arm to get his attention. he jerked up to meet her gaze and practically vomited his next words.

"oh, baby i am a wreck when i'm without you." he grabbed her hand.

"what?" she looked at him, confused by his sudden change of tone.

"i need you here to stay." he waited for a response, but the lady in question was entirely taken aback. "was it something i said?" he released her hand, mow worried that he had ruined his chances with her.

"no it's just, it took you long enough," she giggled, he looked mortified.

"excuse me?"

"what, you don't think i didn't notice you following me every day? you're not exactly slick, draco." how is it that she could be so calm when he felt like his hands were going to fall off? she laughed again, and he suddenly felt a wave of courage rush over him. he swept up her hair into his hand and pulled her into a brash kiss. she froze, but eventually melted into him. he relaxed a little, and held her cheek in his previously free hand. he pulled away for a second to ask:

"is this okay?"

"yes, draco, now come back here and kiss me"

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so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

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talk too much || f.w.

x slytherin fem!reader

hi all! this is my first whole length fic i've written, but i simp so hard for fred weasley. its based loosely on the song "talk too much" by COIN (i suggest listening half way through!) anyway, hope you enjoy!

tw: swearing, kissing, mention of violence (playfully)

studying in the hogwarts library used to be a peaceful experience. that is, until a certain red-haired duo decided that the library was to be their new prank-planning office.

"you know who we should hit next fred?" the first asked.

"i bet i do brother" returned the second

"snape!" they shouted in unison.

you groan and turn yourself around to face the ginger pair that had made your last two weeks a living hell. "will you two shut it?"

they laugh at your way-too-serious remark and george decides to speak first.

"oh! look who's getting feisty, eh brother?"

"indeed she is, george, shall we shut it?"

"hmm i don't think so"

"well will you gits at least use a silencing charm or something? merlin you weasleys talk too much"

"alright alright y/l/n we'll keep it down, all in good fun"

good fun. right. it's always good fun when you fail your o.w.l.s because you had nowhere to study in peace. you'd tried the slytherin common room, but malfoy and his crew ruined that quite quickly. the great hall was packed constantly, and the room of requirement felt cold compared to the welcoming walls filled with old books and warm lighting that the library gave you. the worst part about it all was that you had begun to fancy the very boy who caused you so much frustration. you guess he wasn't too horrible in terms of looks, but that mouth never stopped running.

on the way to your potions class, your favorite, but filled with people who ticked you off the most, you almost had a heart attack, courtesy of one frederick weasley. he had been developing a new "device" that spit out mini fireworks out of thin air. his lab rat? you.

"what the fuck weasley? what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

in between fits of laughter he managed to get out "new project" and "havent-(hahaha)-name-(snort)-yet"

"i swear to merlin fred, one more prank and i swear i'll shove a firework up your arse" you spat out, gathered your books and silently cursed all past, present and any future weasleys.

"today, students, we will be making amortentia, i'm sure you're all familiar, so get busy" echoed the nasally voice of one severus snape. of course, you listened and began reading the directions that were neatly inked onto the parchment in front of you. to no one's surprise at all, you were the first to finish, and you had made it perfectly. the only problem was that snape decided to "suggest" that those who had successfully brewed their amortentia should share with the rest of the class what their's smelled like. you weren't worried at first, until you smelled yours.

"miss y/l/n, you will go first"

"erm," you wafted the mist to your nose, "smoke" specifically from a firework, but you were not about to say that out loud. "sweets, and cinnamon." you stepped back from your cauldron and tried not to think about the smell that you first identified. it was just from earlier. there was no way that fred weasley was going to be your soulmate. your stupid crush on him was simply a coping mechanism for his idiotic pranks that plagued you..right?

"thank you, miss y/l/n. mister weasley- not you george- since you think this class is so hilarious, you will go next"

you shot up and looked at fred, hoping that what he'd smell wasn't you, but he noticed your gaze. "no problem professor!" he said cheerfully with a smirk, and a wink tossed at you. "mine smells of mint and-" he took a bigger, more dramatic sniff, "lavender" he said, a tad more serious than just a second before. only you seemed to notice, though, as no one else seemed to think anything of it.

fred sat back down next to his counterpart and put on his usual jovial personality for everyone to see. you can't stop thinking about your potion, though. it was just your robes. just leftover from his prank. suddenly, a paper airplane hits the side of your head. you sigh and roll your eyes, because you know just who it came from.

gryffindor common room, 11:00 tonight. please. we need to talk. f.w.

no way in hell you were meeting him there. it was probably just another prank. you want him to know that you know what he's up to, so you crumble the piece of parchment right in front of him.

later that evening, you escape to the library, but only when you've made sure there were no freckled, ginger men infesting it. studying, however, proved extremely difficult. you wanted to know what fred wanted. your curiosity seemed to take control of your actions as you stood up and made your way to the gryffindor common room. you snuck up to the fat lady and she looked at you, eyebrow raised, and very plainly asked, "password?" shit you didn't even think about needing a password. before you could utter a gibberish guess, the painting opened and fred crept out from behind it.

"you came, good" he said, genuinely relieved that you had showed up.

"what is it you want, weasley?" you whispered, slightly annoyed with yourself for ending up here in the first place.

"amortentia. mint and lavender. d'you know who that is?" he asked you.

"why would i know who your soulmate is, fred? and why do you care anyway? it's not like you're gonna find them tonight."

"and here i though you were brilliant, y/n" you were shocked, that was the first time he had ever called you by your first name.

"if you wanted to annoy me, you could have just pulled another dumb prank. shoved some fizzing whizbees in my coffee or something. you didn't have to call me here" with that, he had given up, putting on his normal persona.

"you're right, thanks for the idea y/l/n i'll have to try it on you sometime. i'm sure george will get a kick out of it as well. d'you think whizbees or puking pastilles? you know what, i'll surprise you instead!" he smiled. he loved riling you up, you're cute when you're angry.

"you talk too much" you said, and with a turn of your heel, you were on your way back to your dorm.

"and you study too much! you can't take a joke to save your life, y/l/n, maybe one of these days you'll come over here and shut me up yourse-" he was cut off by your lips being newly placed on his. it was all in a feat of shutting him up. then you realized what you had done.

stay cool, it's just a kiss

"why you gotta be so talkative?" you said, impressively keeping your composure. fred, on the other hand, was completely shellshocked, frozen. "what's the matter weasley? never been kissed before?" your words went in one ear and out the other for him. he couldn't care less what your lips said when they weren't on his.

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, earning a gasp from you, which he used to his advantage. he slipped his tongue in your mouth and savored every inch of you. you had forgotten everything you had been mad about before. your hands found his hair and tangled themselves in it. he melted into you, moving his hands to your legs, and hoisting you up around his waist. he carried you to the couch in the middle of the common room, and laid you down quick. amidst all the snogging, you remembered your anger from before and promptly pulled away.

"i.. i have to go. this was a mistake." you said quietly, trying to compose yourself enough to leave the couch.

"was it? it was you i smelled, y/n. the mint from your toothpaste? the lavender from your perfume? it's always been you." he sounded so sincere, something you'd never thought in a million years you'd hear. "stay, please"

he leaned toward you again and cupped your cheek in his hand. he pulled you just close enough that you would have to close the gap between you. you hesitated for a moment, but kissed him again. he seemed to mimic your every move with complete perfection. he linked his fingers with yours and deepened the kiss until you had to come up for air. you stared into his cinnamon eyes for what seemed like eternity until you noticed movement in the corner of the room. fred followed your eyes and said,

"george what the hell mate? how long you been standin' there?"

"oi don't let me get in the way of your snogging, simply left my books down here." he replied, with the cheekiest wink you had quite possibly ever seen. your face grew hot and you shuffled out from under fred, making your way quickly out of the common room. fred wasn't letting you get away that easy, though.

"same time tomorrow?" he asked slyly.

"in your dreams, weasley." you half-jokingly replied. you knew he'd be in yours tonight.