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My Favorite quotes

The Curse Of the Bleeding Heart- A Fred Weasley Fanfic

Walking dead idea

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My Favorite Quotes

I will add all my favorite movie/ book/ general quotes on here, if anyone's interested on where they come from i would love to share!

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“To be a woman is to preform”

“Please, Tommy, please”

“It is impossible to be a woman”

“He never did fall in love again”

“We accept the love we think we deserve”

“After all this time””always”

“You were beautiful “

“I think that’s everything. It was a fun job, wasn’t it? When you remember me, please remember that. Remember to smile. Now, move quickly. May you rule in wisdom.”

“I am a Jedi, like my father before me”

“I can see the stars again, my lady”

“I am no Jedi”

“You were my brother Anakin, I loved you”

“Stay gold, ponyboy”

“Goodbye Lucy gray, we hardly knew you”

“Take her to the moon for me”

“Family Luke, you promised”

“By you, I am forever undone”

“Just survive somehow”

“I knew little else, but I always knew you”

“This life was never ours, we were only ever borrowing it”

“Finny? Oh autumn”

“She is made of the stories she has read”

“May my mercy prevail over my wrath”

“I hadn’t realized I was the villain in your narrative”

“because it was a dreamer. And it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.”

“I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come home.”

“Dont pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”

“Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face”.

“He is half my soul as the poets say”

“I am made of memories”

“Or so bill Denbrough sometimes thinks on those early mornings after dreaming, when he almost remembers his childhood, and the friends with whom he shared it”

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Hey guys… so I know it’s been a while, my sincerest apologies. I just been overwhelmed with school work but I’m going to try and write more. This is chapter 11!!

And slight trigger warning but there’s implied attempted assault in the chapter.

Hermione is finally asleep. I slowly slide myself out from under her, still in my dress and makeup from earlier in the night.

Without checking the time, I head back down to where the Yule Ball was being held, but the Great Hall is closed and the hallways are dark. "It must have ended," I think to myself.

I turn around, heading back up the grand staircase toward Gryffindor Tower, planning to curl up in bed.

The only sound I hear is the echo of my footsteps through the vast, empty corridors. Suddenly, my senses prickle. A figure peels away from the shadows, pushing off the wall and silently falling into step behind me.

A mix of curiosity and unease creeps over me. The figure is still hidden in the cloak of night. I squint, hoping it’s Fred playing one of his silly pranks.

But no—it’s not Fred. He isn’t as tall, and his hair is shorter. I grip my wand tightly. Running would be useless in heels and this dress. I’m utterly alone.

“H-hello?” I call out, my voice laced with nerves.

The figure keeps coming, slow and deliberate. The tap of his shoes echoes ominously through the corridor. When he speaks, his voice is smooth, tinged with superiority and confidence.

“Lost, perhaps? Or just enjoying a midnight stroll in that rather fetching dress of yours?” he smirks, voice dripping with mockery.

“Going to see my boyfriend,” I say, hoping to scare him off or at least make him back off.

But my reply only amuses him. A low chuckle escapes his lips, bouncing off the walls.

“A boyfriend, you say?” he muses. “How convenient for you, then. Lucky bloke, I must say.”

He steps forward, and a jolt of recognition hits me. He’s an older Slytherin student—I’ve seen him before—but I can’t recall his name.

Instinctively, I step back. The tension in the air is sharp now. He keeps coming, confidently, as though this is all a game.

The torchlight flickers across his face as his lip curls into a sardonic smile.

“Oh, a little jumpy, aren’t we?” he taunts.

“What do you want?” I ask, voice hardening. If Harry and I can face down Voldemort, I can handle this... right? But I’m alone now, and I don’t know what he wants.

“Oh, nothing much,” he replies coolly. “Just wondering why a pretty little thing like you is wandering these halls alone. Especially in that... very enticing dress, love.”

“That’s none of your business,” I say, trying to buy time—for what, I’m not sure. I just know I need to get out of this.

His smirk widens. The gleam in his eyes grows more unsettling.

“Oh, is it not?” he counters. “Here I was, thinking a damsel in distress might appreciate a little company in these dark, lonely halls. How careless of me.”

He takes another step forward, his wand now clearly visible in his hand.

I take another careful step back.

Then, slicing through the tension like a whip, a voice echoes through the corridor.

“Mr. Pucey.”

Snape’s voice, cold and commanding, cuts through the air. Pucey freezes. I see his spine straighten at once as Snape emerges from the shadows, his dark robes swirling around him.

“Explain yourself.”

Pucey tries to recover, shrugging on a mask of cool nonchalance.

“Professor Snape,” he says smoothly, though unease creeps into his tone. “I was merely... offering a helping hand to this lovely young lady. She seemed lost.”

Snape’s black eyes flick to me, then back to Pucey. He scoffs.

“A likely story. Return to your dormitory. Your... services are not required.”

Pucey hesitates, jaw clenched, but after a moment, he mutters a begrudging,

“Yes, Professor,” and slinks back into the darkness.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. For once, I’m grateful Snape appeared.

He turns to me then, eyes sharp.

“Miss Potter,” he intones. “Might I ask what business you have being outside your common room at such a late hour?”

“I was just looking for Fred, Professor. I didn’t realize the time... or that the Yule Ball had already ended.”

A flicker of annoyance crosses his face before it’s masked behind his usual cold detachment.

“Hm,” he scoffs. “Potter or Weasley—you lot are always seeking each other out. Very well. Return to the common room. And try to manage your romantic pursuits more responsibly.”

Even though my brother despises Snape, I’ve never had a truly bad encounter with him. And though I don’t want to be a burden, the idea of walking back alone terrifies me.

“Sorry, Professor... and—though you’ve helped me once tonight—would it be too much trouble to ask if you could walk me back to the common room?”

His eyes narrow. But then, with a reluctant sigh, he answers,

“Very well.” The words are stiff, but tinged with a trace of understanding. “I shall escort you. Follow me.”

I fall into step beside him, thankful yet still shaken. My thoughts swirl—Snape knew my parents. Maybe that’s why he’s always so harsh with me and Harry. And I’ve developed a bit of a habit: I ask everyone who knew them what they remember.

“Professor Snape?”

He glances sideways at me. His expression is unreadable, though his voice is taut with impatience.

“Yes, Miss Potter? What is it?”

“You knew my mum, right? Can you tell me about her?” I lift my dress to catch up with him.

His jaw tightens. A scowl flashes briefly across his face, but he doesn’t shut me down.

“Your mother, Lily,” he begins coolly. “She was the brightest student in her year. Resourceful. Determined. Fiercely loyal.”

His voice carries a trace of something softer—regret, maybe—as he continues.

“She had a sharp wit and a kind heart. She stood up for others, even when it was difficult. She held firm to her beliefs. It’s no surprise your father was drawn to her.”

“My brother has her eyes,” I say quietly, a sad smile tugging at my lips.

Snape flinches slightly at the mention of Harry. His expression darkens.

“Indeed,” he replies, voice brittle. “Your mother’s eyes... they haunt those who knew her. A constant reminder of what was lost.”

“Everyone says I’ve got my dad’s eyes,” I add, unaware of the tension in his face.

He glances at me. His mouth twists with disdain.

“Ah yes,” he sneers. “The spitting image of James Potter. It’s a shame you inherited his looks rather than your mother’s finer traits.”

His words hit me like a slap, but I push them down. Crying wouldn’t do me any good.

We continue in silence. The tension thickens with every step until we reach the entrance to the Gryffindor common room.

Snape stops, robes billowing around him.

“I trust you can find your way from here,” he says curtly. “Do not let me catch you wandering again at this hour.”

I nod and slip inside. The portrait door closes behind me.

That’s when the composure breaks. Tears pour down my face. Sobs choke me. I clap a hand over my mouth to keep quiet as I collapse onto one of the chairs by the fire, overwhelmed by everything.

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pre-mourning how the character whose depth is going to be most lost in translation from book to movie is wyatt callow

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whenever the movie comes out i just want everyone to know that i was a fan of wyatt callow before everyone else

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STEVE RANDLE DESERVES BETTER THAN BEING TREATED LIKE AN EXTRA AND SHOULDN'T BE A FORGOTTEN CHARACTER

You can fight me if you think Steve Randle isn’t a good and important character who deserves better than he is usually treated in this fandom.

Here’s a list of proof to remind you off the top of my head:

- Steve nearly collapsed in a sob when he saw Dallas get shot and die. One of his close friends. (Soda had to help calm him down). - He was pissed at Two bit when he thought Two was only upset about losing his blade. - He had red eyes during that part which tells that he must of been crying a lot since his buddies died. - When Ponyboy was actually going use a broken pop bottle to fight off socs around the end of the book, Two bit said him and STEVE was going back him up if he had needed it. - And back in very start Steve was pissed at Pony and asked why he was walking alone. Sure to Ponyboy that was annoying move because it got Darry go off at him and stuff but it’s also telling that he was worried about Pony walking around with socs about. - Steve would of totally walked with Pony and I bet it’s not only because he was Soda’s kid brother but he is apart the gang and basically a little brother to him. Sure annoying one but it’s stated the gang kinda grew up together so I doubt he care too much if it meant Pony didn’t get beat up. He gets annoyed by him but he doesn’t want see him hurt either - I 100% think age difference and them having to share Soda is the reason they didn’t get along otherwise they could of been closer than they originally were. - But I mean, he was 17 and Pony 14. I can say any 17 y/o would totally get annoyed by their friends little brother always hanging with them but who wouldn’t? Like that’s a normal thing and Pony thinks Darry hates him so I don’t think steve really hates him either just bother by him sometimes but it’s kinda understandable - In the movie when Pony is back the first thing Steve does is bear hug the hell out of him (it’s like 2am and pretty sure that was steve, im just going count it anyways. movie is still good Steve) - Steve in the movie also makes note on how he thinks Dally is going be upset they didn’t say anything on his police record in the papers after the fire because he knows his friends - Steve cares about his friends a lot but doesn’t show it off much because that’s just something you didn’t do back than in his kind of place. You kept emotions in to uphold a tough rep - Steve’s specialty is cars. He’s great with them, he knows them upside-down and backwards and the best at stealing hubcaps but that’s not his only defining character trait - He can drive anything on wheels - Soda wouldn’t put up with an asshole for friend (not forgetting they were the closest in the gang. i bet more than pony and Johnny were) so Steve was a great friend because of course he is - They have been friends since grade school - He would totally try be nicer to Pony just for Soda’s sake without Soda even having to ask him (pretty sure that’s cannon?? it better be or it is now at least) - Steve is a good person, a good friend, and a good man in a fight - He slept at Pony’s house on the couch when him and his old man had a fight and don’t even try tell me he didn’t feel like shit every time it happened - Even with the few bucks his dad gave him to make up for it he would still feel bad about it - He likes chocolate cake - He likes make a wisecrack every now and again - The book states he’s cocky - And SMART (he probably does good in school) - He was tall and lean with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls also said in the book - He only worked part time at the DX but it was the same times as Soda as they always went together - And not even Pony could tell if their gas station was so popular just because how good Steve is with cars or just cause Soda’s handsomeness. I say it’s a strong mix of both “AIN’T NO GONNA CALL THE COPS IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD CAUSE THEY KNOW BETTR” - just man Steve Randle need I say more?

feel free to add more because he totally deserves more love (even though I said lot since i just really like his character and he needs more headcanon stuff on him)

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“I didn’t want to worry him anymore.”

Good job champ.

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I love the Weasley siblings' names because,

We've got William, the strong willed warrior

We've got Charles, the free man

We've got Percival, the one who pierces the valley

We've got Fredrick, the peaceful ruler (Fred? Peaceful how?)

We've got Ronald, the mighty councelor

We've got Ginevra, the fair one

And then we've got George AKA Georgette, the farmer, meow◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

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FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

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I feel like both twins are pretty chill and it’s hard to get them angry but when angry i think fred prefers verbal attacks while george just throws hands

AGREE

Fred will tear your self-esteem apart, straight up bully you into submission. He's making you rethink every decision you'd ever made. He's making you cry real, big baby boohoo tears. And he's going to laugh and make others laugh with him.

But George, he's going for the throat. He's beating your skull in with the bat. He's blowing up your homework in your face. He's curb stomping you outside of the Three Broomsticks. Your face is forfeit.

But, it takes a lot for them to get there. 100%. That's part of the reason why they're quick to laugh things off, because they know that when it's serious, it's serious.

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CRYING IM READING A FIC AND THIS AUTHOR JUST DESCRIBED SNAKEFACE VOLDY AS A LIZARD DRAG QUEEN

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Chapter 10!! There’s a little time jump but it’s ok because we’ve reached the Yule ball!

I also wanted to add, silver spoons by Erin Lecount just got release on Spotify, it’s an amazing song and I highly recommend it. The song also reminds me a lot of our dear y/n and even Harry. It might not be clear but you definitely see it it the chapters to come. Anyways enjoy! And go listen to silver spoons

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Me and Fred have been going steady for a few months now, we finally told our friends and were really relieved when we didn’t have to sneak around anymore. Nobody really seemed shocked though, wonder why?

I lay in Fred's bed, a small smile tugging at my lips as I watch him diligently work on his homework. The gentle rustle of the pages and the soft scratching of his quill against the parchment fills the room. I can't help but marvel at the sight of him, the way his brow furrows slightly in concentration, and the way he occasionally bites his lip in thought.

Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this concentrated, I don’t even think I’ve ever seen him do homework before.

"Since when do you do homework?" I groan. I’m always the one distracted with studies, I understand his annoyance now.

Fred looks up from his work, his eyes meet mine with his usual playful glint. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he sets aside his quill. "What can I say?" he replies, feigning innocence. "Even the most mischievous of wizards has to buckle down occasionally." He leans back in his chair, his attention now fully fixed on me.

I roll my eyes as he turns back to his paper, his eyes scanning over the words he'd written. Every now and then, his hand will reach up to rake through his hair, a habit he often resorted to when lost in thought. He occasionally glances at me, stealing little moments to admire my presence in his bed, before returning his focus to the task at hand.

I sigh realizing it’s no use and he won’t turn away from his papers. I sit up from the bed and walk over to the desk. I throw a leg over his and sit on his lap facing him.

"I have a question," I say with a hint of nervousness as I play with my hands behind his head. Even though we’re together, this boy never fails to make me flustered.

Fred looks up and smiles. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he gives me a reassuring smile. "Go on then."

"You know how the Yule Ball is being held this year. And you know since I’m a champion I have to have a date—" I see him open his mouth, ready for a snarky remark, so I interrupt him before he can even have a go. "Well, I still wanted to be polite and ask you formally… so, Fred Weasley. Will you be my date to the Yule Ball?"

He snickers. "Y/n, of course, I’d love to be your date for the ball," he replied, a hint of teasing in his voice. "I can't wait to show you off and dance the night away with the most special person in my world."

I roll my eyes and laugh at his last statement. "Good," I say smiling. He gently squeezes my waist, pulling me closer.

"Good indeed," he echoed, his smile widening. "We'll have a blast, and I promise to be on my best behavior... mostly."

"I expect nothing less," I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck to hug him. Fred happily embraces the warmth and closeness of the hug. His hands gently run up and down my back, and he rests his chin on my shoulder, savoring the moment. He presses a soft, lingering kiss on the crook of my neck, making me giggle.

I sigh dramatically. "Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to your studies, especially since this is a once-in-a-lifetime event." I ignore his gasp and make my way back to his bed.

"You know, you make it exceedingly difficult to concentrate on homework when you're looking so charming in my bed," a hint of amusement in his voice. "I promise, next time I’ll try to resist your alluring charm and finish quicker." He laughs as he pushes his homework away and gets a running head start to jump on the bed.

"Well, you’re so hard to resist sitting over there and not here with me." I yelp as he jumps onto the bed and gets comfortable next to me.

He shifts his position, pulling me even closer, and gently brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. "You're right," he murmurs softly. "Being near you trumps any homework assignment. I should've known better." He gently kisses my temple.

I rest my head on his chest and hug him close, closing my eyes.

Leaning down, he placed a soft, tender kiss on the crown of my head, then settles back into the embrace, content to stay right there in the moment.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" I mumble.

"Of course you can," he replies softly. "There's nowhere else I’d rather you be." He brushes his fingers lightly through my hair.

He uses his wand to pull the curtains closed for when his dorm mates and brother come in for bed. "Night, Freddie," I say, planting a kiss on his neck.

"Night, love," he whispers, pulling me impossibly closer.

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My Yule Ball dress is draped around me as Hermione is putting my hair up on my head.

"Thanks, Mione, this means a lot," I say, watching through the mirror as I finish up my makeup. It's just me, Mione, and Ginny in the room as we get ready for the Yule Ball.

"Want me to do your makeup?" I ask her.

When she finally finishes my hair, I smile as her expression lights up with gratitude. "That would be wonderful," she replies, the appreciation evident in her voice. "I haven't had a chance to focus on my own preparations, and I was starting to feel a bit nervous about it."

I take my time doing her makeup and making her as beautiful as she made me. I take a step back and clasp my hands together when I’m done. "Mione, you look beautiful!" I squeal, jumping up and down as best I can in my dress and heels.

Ginny steps out of the bathroom all done, her makeup and hair looking flawless, making me squeal again. "Ginny, you look gorgeous!" I put my hands to my mouth. "Bloody hell, I’m gonna cry," I say, sniffling.

"Oh, come now, bring it in." I laugh, blinking away my tears and opening my arms for them.

They beam at me, and without hesitation, they step forward, embracing me. The three of us laugh, reveling in the joy and excitement of the moment.

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I descend the grand steps gracefully, leading into the Great Hall. Heads turn, and whispers fill the air amongst the students gathered for the Yule Ball. The elegant train of my dress trails behind me, but my focus is fixed on the entrance, where Fred is waiting for me.

I watch as his expression instantly shifts to one of admiration and awe, his eyes widening with utter captivation.

As I reach Fred, he immediately shifts to his usual playful self, and he effortlessly lifts me off the ground. Without hesitation, he brings his lips to mine, capturing them in a tender kiss.

George, always one to jest, couldn't resist chiming in with a comment, his voice laced with mock disgust. "That's absolutely revolting," he teases, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Undeterred by his brother's remark, Fred deepens the kiss, his amusement evident as he ignores the playful interruption.

"You look good," I say, linking our arms after we pull apart.

"You're only just noticing now?" he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But thank you, love. You look absolutely dashing."

"Thank you, love," I say, standing on my toes and planting a kiss on his jaw. "You know, you're doing wonders for my ego tonight."

He gently wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

We hear Professor McGonagall beginning to call the names of the champions and their dates into the Great Hall to start off the dance. Me and Fred rush to the doors just in time for her to call our names.

We step onto the dance floor for the opening dance, and I watch as Fred's demeanor shifts from his usual playful self to a more formal and composed one. His hand finds its natural place on my waist, his steps measured and purposeful as he guides us through the dance.

I am quick to notice that beneath his facade of finesse, there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes, like he’s secretly enjoying playing the part of the refined gentleman for the night.

"What are you smiling about?" I chuckle as we dance.

"Nothing much," he replies, pulling me back to him after spinning me, his voice tinged with a touch of mischief. "Just enjoying the fact that I get to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room, and secretly laughing at how I manage to pull off these formal moves without tripping over my own feet."

"Well, you’re doing great," I say as he spins me, then pulls me back to his chest again. "I owe it all to my secret weapon," he whispers, pulling me closer, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Dancing with a girl as radiant as you makes it easy to forget my own two left feet."

I roll my eyes to prevent my cheeks from heating up because of his endless charm and compliments. We end the dance with a kiss.

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The whole night we dance, formal and informal, just having fun. We're in the middle of another song when I see Hermione walk out of the Great Hall in tears after talking to Ron. I turn to Fred. "I'll see you later. I need to check on Mione." I say, kissing his cheek and running after her.

"Of course, love. Go check on her. I'll be here when you return." I hear him shout after me.

I reach the entrance of the Great Hall and look around. It takes me a moment to spot her sitting on the stairs crying softly as she pulls her heels off.

"Oh, Mione, what happened?" I say, approaching her, lifting the front of my dress to walk up the stairs.

She looks up at me, her face stained with tears. She manages a weak smile. "Hey," she squeaks through her tears, her voice somewhat shaky. "It's Ron being his usual self. He's not too fond of me going to the ball with Krum." She sniffles softly.

"Don't let him ruin your night, he doesn't know his head from his arse sometimes," I say, sitting down next to her, then immediately pulling her in for a hug as she cries more.

"I know, I know," she answers through her tears. "But it still hurts, you know? I thought he'd be happy for me, but I guess not."

"I know, Mione, I know," I say, helping her up.

"I think it's complicated," I continue as we head to the Gryffindor common room.

The rest of the journey back to the Gryffindor Common Room was undertaken in silence, broken only by the soft sound of tears. Finally reaching the Fat Lady's portrait, Hermione speaks, her voice tinged with a mix of hurt and confusion. "I don't know what I did wrong, y/n," she admits, her eyes downcast. "It's all just so complicated."

"You did nothing wrong, you hear me? I-I think he doesn't know how to tell you how he feels, but he shouldn't take that out on you." I say as we reach our dorm.

"Maybe you're right," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But it's hard not to doubt myself when he acts like this, you know? I just wish things could be different between us."

"It will, I'm sure of it," I say, putting my hands on her face and wiping the fresh tears that cascade down her face. She takes a deep breath, her voice slightly shaky. "I hope you're right, Siena," she whispers. "I really do."

I help her out of her dress and into her pajamas. I help her take her makeup off and take her hair down, all the while she cries softly. I get into her bed with her, holding her close as she cries.

Next chapter ————>

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Degrassi the Next Generation/Next Class had their “main girl” for each era who would face constant, unrelenting trauma… Degrassi Junior High/High had Derek “Wheels” Wheeler

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let's normalize not killing Fred in fanfics? It doesn't matter what the fanfic is about, let's just leave him alive.

fanfics are for us to correct JK's mistakes, so let's correct this one

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Fred: Peace, we're hungry! 

George: Percy! What's for dinner? 

Ginny: We're hungry, Percyyyyy! 

Percy, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams* 

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Hey guys, thank you to everyone who voted and I am happy to get this next chapter out to you. It took longer than I thought it would but here it is. If anyone is interested in me making more mood boards I’m happy to take requests! And last thing I now have a tik tok account for this story so if y’all want to go follow it it’ll be greatly appreciated.

The username is young.and.sad

Enjoy. Also not proof read

I walk down the main steps of the school entrance, and I see Fred leaning on the stairs, waiting.

I got rid of my school uniform before coming here and put on a black skirt with stockings and a red wool sweater.

I see Fred push himself off the wall he was leaning against when he notices me. His eyes widen, and his smile grows.

"Hey," I say, standing in front of him now, clasping my hands behind my back.

The dim light of the evening casts a gentle glow upon our faces. Fred notes that it makes my beauty all the more striking. His eyes, filled with affection, meet mine.

"You look gorgeous," Fred compliments, his voice low and sincere. "Absolutely stunning." The words are tinged with a touch of reverence.

I smile and look down when I feel my face flush. "Thanks," I say, looking back up and composing myself.

He takes my hand, and we walk out of the castle to the Quidditch field.

I watch for a while, sitting in the field, watching Fred fly around after denying his offer for me to fly with him. I admire the way he moves and the way he looks. Merlin, this boy is just so mesmerizing.

He swoops down, and I yelp as he lands hard close to my right.

"Sorry about that," Fred apologizes through fits of laughter. He dismounts from his broomstick and sits down next to me, leaning back on his hands. "I landed a bit harder than I intended."

"Want to try?" He asks again, turning to me.

I see the way he’s beaming at me, and I feel bad for denying his offer again, but I’ve always hated flying.

"Oh, I couldn’t. I don’t know how," I say, looking back up at the stars.

Fred's smile widens, his usual mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"That's the beauty of it—you don't need to know how. All you have to do is trust me, and I'll take care of the rest." He extends his hand towards me.

"Come on," he coaxes, his voice filled with excitement. "It'll be fun, I promise."

I look at him, and his extended hand. I sigh and get up. "Oh, alright," I smile, giving in. He gets on the broom and motions for me to get on with him.

I walk over to him and sit on the broom in front of him. I feel my heart racing when he puts his hands on the broom handle in front of mine. And the way his arms wrap around my body—I can feel his breathing on my neck.

"Ready?" He whispers in my ear, and without warning, he kicks off of the ground, the broom slowly lifting towards the sky.

I hold onto the broom tightly as Fred flies higher and higher. I close my eyes. "Is now a bad time to tell you I'm scared of heights?" I say, hiding my face in his arm.

"You're in good hands, I promise," he assures me, his voice gentle but with a hint of humor behind it. "Just open your eyes and relax. I'm right here with you."

His arms hold me securely in place, keeping me close to his chest as he continues to control the broomstick's path through the night air. The world beneath us seems to recede, and the only sensations in that moment are the rhythm of Fred's heartbeat and the steady movements of the broom.

I feel the broom stop moving, leaving us floating. One of his arms moves to wrap around my waist, and my breath hitches when I think about the fact that he only has one hand on this broom right now.

"Open your eyes," he says, shaking me a little.

"Come on, open your eyes," he urges, chuckling and giving me another gentle shake. "Trust me, you won't regret it."

I squeeze the broom handle tighter and breathe out. I slowly peek out of one eye before opening them.

I gasp when I see where we are. We’re far from the field now; we are in front of the moonlit castle.

"It’s brilliant," I breathe out, unable to form any other words. All of the windows in the castle are lit up from the fires and candles inside. We’re too far to see anyone but close enough to take in every detail of the old building.

"Isn't it?" he replies softly, his eyes tracing the contours of the castle. "The view from up here is always remarkable." He looks down at me.

"Thank you," I turn to look at him, then look back at the castle. "No one's ever done something like this for me," I say, shaking my head.

"You deserve it," he says softly, his voice filled with conviction. "You deserve to have someone who takes the time to show you how special you are."

I look back at him. Our eyes just linger on each other as I take in his words. I’ve had boyfriends before, and I've had guys that I’ve gone out with, but never has one of them ever called me special for any other reason than the scar on my face and the weight of my past.

I loosen my grip on the broomstick and let go with one hand to rest it on his, the one that’s wrapped firmly around my waist.

His gaze never leaves mine. The proximity between us shrinks ever so slightly as his eyes flicker down to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze, silently seeking permission.

I nod softly, and he dips in to kiss me. It’s a bit of an awkward position, but I let go of the broomstick and reach my free hand above my head to hold onto the back of his. I pull him into the kiss more and lean into him.

We pull away slowly. I yelp and cling to him as he dips the broom down playfully.

"You prat," I say, smacking his arm and putting both of my hands back on the handle, surprised I even let go of it in the first place.

Fred chuckles heartily, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "But you love me anyway," he retorts, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Leaning in closer, he whispers in my ear, "And isn’t a little bit of thrill and fun what makes life exciting?"

Without warning, he dips the broomstick down again and shoots us towards the ground. He stops it right before we hit the grass, then lowers it slowly.

I hop off the broomstick, relieved not to be in the air anymore. I see Fred give me a cheeky grin as I lay back down on the grass like I was before we flew.

Fred drops the broom down somewhere in the freshly cut grass and lays down next to me, tilting his head back, his eyes fixated on the moonlit sky. I hear him breathe deeply, and he turns to look at me, just looking at me.

I keep looking at the sky, but I can’t be oblivious forever. I turn to meet his gaze, and he smiles.

"What?" I giggle.

I feel his fingers intertwining with mine somewhere between us, but I continue to look at him. "You know, I’ve liked you for a bloody long time now…" I chuckle. Fred and I both know that we’ve been pinning after each other for so long that it’s just felt like it was nothing more than just a friendship and silly misunderstandings.

"...I think it’s safe to say you like me back. Well, that’s my hope at least." I smile at his nervous rambling. Bloody hell, I’ve never seen Fred Weasley act like this.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" he finally gets out.

As the words reach my ears, a warm surge of contentment washes over me. Fred's feelings were clear, the sincerity in his voice and the earnestness in his eyes leaving no room for doubt.

I give him a small nod, a soft smile gracing my lips.

"Yes," I reply, the answer coming quietly and full of certainty. "I would love to be your girlfriend."

The confession seems to lift a weight from both of us, and the atmosphere between us grows even more intimate and close.

With a burst of excitement, he laughs and jumps on me. I squeal as he aggressively kisses me everywhere and rolls us around in the grass. Our laughter fills the night air as he kisses my cheeks, forehead, and neck over and over.

"Fredddd," I whine, laughing playfully and pushing at his chest as we roll around. Fred's eyes, filled with mischief and adoration, meet mine, and he grabs my waist gently. He hovers above me, a playful grin stretching across his face.

"Oh, come on...you know you love it," he teases, his voice filled with mirth. Leaning down, he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, his touch filled with longing and affection. As the kiss deepens, all else around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us and the overwhelming waves of emotion that pass between our lips.

"Hey, you two!" We hear a shrill voice echo across the field. We sit up, and Fred grabs my arm, pulling me up. I pick up the broom, and he grabs my hand as we run to hide under the benches.

I lean against the wood post. "It’s Mme. Hooch…" I start to whisper, but I feel his hand cover my mouth.

I feel my body heat up when he moves closer, pressing himself up against me as Mme. Hooch runs past.

I look up at him as he backs away and slowly moves his hand. "She gone?" I ask, breathing heavily from the proximity.

"Yeah, I think so," he says while craning his head to look around.

We make sure the coast is clear and walk back up to the castle.

Next chapter ————>

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Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing the curse of a bleeding heart it’s brought me a lot of joy. and I know I haven’t been able to post in a little while, I’ve been dealing with some personal issues on top of my school work. But now that I’m better and not as busy I’m not sure I I should continue. If everyone really does enjoy it then I’d love to continue if not no worries there’s many amazing atories out there and I may consider coming out with a different one.

A lot of people also seem to like my Fred mood boards so I wanted to know if I should post more of those, I’ll even take requests on characters

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