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Forever in our hearts /* ❤️

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Heyy

I was wondering if you could write a story between George Weasley x reader (established relationship) where he and Hermoine (reader's best friend) have an argument about something and they each turn to y/n to pick their side but she refuses because she doesnt want to get in the middle of it and eventually it really starts weighing on the reader and then George and Hermoine make up (to each other and to y/n)

I am a girl so female pronouns are fine but feel free to change it if you want

Thanks a lot!

Xx, Annelies

Dangerous ~ George Weasley

Set in The Goblet Of Fire

“So? Ready for tomorrow’s charms test?” Hermione asked me while plopping down next to me in front of the fire, setting her books aside.

“Yeah, you could say so-” I was suddenly cut off by the door leading to the common room bursting open, and a scream coming from the lady in the portrait.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” George yelled excitedly, running towards me at full speed and stopping right in front of me, “I need your help, love.”

I rolled my eyes. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he decided to blow Hogwarts up.

“What is it now?”

“What else do I need for the potion?” George questioned mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows while he thrusts a piece of parchment in my hand. “Tell me fast ‘cause Fred is waiting for me and I don’t want him to get caught holding suspicious flasks.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the parchment. On it was written a list of ingredients and elements-

“Are these ingredients… to an aging potion?” Hermione exclaimed, looking over my shoulder.

“Shh!” George shushed her, placing his index finger in front of his lips, “I don’t need all Hogwarts to know what we’re up to!” He whisper-yelled.

“Yeah Hermione, shh-” I mocked.

“What are you even going to do with this?!” Hermione whispered back.

“It’s a surprise.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, “But spoiler: it has something to do with the goblet of fi-”

“Are you crazy? Most of the time, this potion fails to work. And, you’re not even seventeen yet to put your name in the goblet of fire.”

“And? That’s why we’re making this aging potion. Plus, have you seen the prize?! We could help the family a bit.”

“It’s still dangerous to compete.”

They kept bickering while I just turned my head from one person to the other.

They’re really starting to get on my nerves.

“Well, Y/N is helping us so I don’t think it’s too dangerous, otherwise she wouldn’t ha-”

“Maybe she’s helping you ‘cause you’re her boyfriend!”

Suddenly, George turned to me, Hermione following suit.

“Y/N, my beautiful girlfriend, the love of my life, my safe place, the mother to my future-”

“I think she gets it, George.” Hermione interrupted.

“Can you tell this geek that it’s best if she stays out of my business?”

“Can you tell this dork that it’s against the rules to enter the tournament when you’re under the age of seventeen?”

Both Hermione and George looked at me intensely, waiting for my response.

“Oh, no. No, no. I’m not picking anyone’s side here.”

“But Y/N!-”

“Tell him!-”

“Enough.” I held both my palms in front of their face. I sighed loudly. “Hermione, even though it’s sweet to show that you care about him, just let him do what he wishes, you’re not gonna get hurt by his doings.”

 At this, George smiled triumphally, raising his eyebrows at Hermione as though he won the argument.

“And George,” his face fell when he heard his name, “Hermione’s quite right, it is dangerous, but I don’t doubt you and Fred’s skills at potion making, and I’m sure you’ll succeed.”

They both looked at me, realizing their mistakes, almost a look on shame painting their features.

“Now… make up.”

Five seconds passed, them looking at each other, contemplating whether to forgive the other.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Hermione rolled her eyes, and George shook her hand.

“Good.” I smiled a genuine smile, and wrapped my arms around each of them, hugging them tightly to my sides, “I’m happy you finally agreed on something.”

“Ugh whatever.”

George quickly pecked my cheek and stood up.

“Well, excuse me, but I have to go continue my aging potion.” He whispered the last bit, specifically looking at Hermione, “Bye!” He then exclaimed, waving his hand and dashing out of the common room.

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Hello! Can i request a George Weasley drabble where he's in his room after the war in the burrow, a crying mess, and the reader comes in concerned and comforts him🤭

Grief ~ George Weasley

Screams and flashing lights all around us.

Spells. Curses. Horrifying sounds of hurt people.

Blood. Death.

“You’re actually joking, Perce…”

Fred’s voice took me out of my scared trance, reminding me that we still had death eaters to fight.

“I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were-” He was cut off when a wall nearby blew.

“No!” I heard multiple screams echo in my ears from all around me. I knew what was coming next, and my heart broke knowing the fate of my best friend.

And suddenly-

I woke up with a silent gasp, body covered in sweat.

Since that day, I haven’t been able to sleep without having these kinds of nightmares, despite the dreamless sleep potion I take each night.

I looked beside me to seek some kind of comfort from my love, but the bed was empty.

I looked to the other side of the room, where Fred’s bed was, and found George lying in it. Since the moon was almost full and shining brightly through the window, I could make out the tears that were streaming down his face, closed eyes, and quivering lips.

My heart shattered at the sight, but it was nothing different from the nights before.

I stood up, and made my way over to George.

I carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently ran a shaking hand through his red hair.

“George.” It was nothing but a hoarse whisper, but he still seemed to hear it.

“I miss him.” George whispered back after a few seconds, his voice cracking halfway, and fresh hot tears gliding down his rosy cheeks, “I don’t think I can do this without him.” He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, and a quiet sob slipped from his lips.

“Georgie…” A cry threatened to leave my throat, but I held myself, “Don’t say that. I’m sure Fred would want you to move on- ”

“I can’t.” He muttered taking a deep breath.

“I can’t either. I know it’s hard to, but time heals. You have to continue your life. For him, for your family, and the shop.” I tried convincing him, still running my fingers through his soft hair.

George stayed silent for a while, only heavy breathes could be heard.

“You’re probably right.” He finally whispered, “Thank you, love. I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey, there’s nothing you should be sorry for, don’t even worry about it. You’re grieving right now and it’s totally normal. But all I’m saying is that you should keep going. Stay strong. For Fred.” He could only nod at that.

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If I can have the pleasure of making the first request...🫣 Can you do something with young Remus Lupin? Maybe something really silly and sweet, like, he and the reader are in a secret relationship (kind of to avoid the commotion that James and Sirius would make about the fact that he's dating at all) and somehow he ends up with a face full of faint lipgloss kiss marks, which not even the reader realizes about, until the other marauders notice and discover their secret. Maybe the reader will even join in and tease Remus with them a little?

Sorry if the idea is bad, pls don't feel obligated to do it. I'm really not good at this kind of thing...

Have a good day anyways ☺️

Kisses ~ Young Remus Lupin

“Remus, you’re limping! Please let me help you.” I whisper-yelled at Remus, walking through the corridors.

“I can do it.” He grunts, still in pain from yesterday’s full moon.

“Well, at least let me tend to your injuries!” Remus looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it myself.” He said, shaking his head, “I don’t want to be a burden.” He muttered under his breath.

I stopped him dead in his tracks

“A burden? Are you serious?” At that, Remus smirked

“No, Sirius is at the library waiting for us with James. We can’t be anymore late!” He replied quickly, resuming his walk towards the library.

“Sirius and James can wait. Remus, please, at least go to Madame Pomfrey so she can help. I really hate seeing you like that.” It really pained me seeing him in this hurt state.

Remus sighed and clutched his bag tighter.

“Fine, but come with me.”

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“You’ll take this right when you wake up and before you go to sleep for the next three days.” Instructed Pomfrey, giving Remus a vial containing a purple potion, “It should help restore your energy back.” With that, she left, going to aid another student.

“Are you happy now?” He asked me, smiling.

“I’m more than happy.” I leaned down, since he was sitting on one of the beds, and kissed him once on the lips.

Looking at him, I chuckled under my breath at the sight of a lipstick mark on his mouth. I decided to kiss him once again the cheek, leaving another mark. Opting against wiping it off, I thought he’d like a little teasing from his friends.

“Let’s go. We can’t make the boys wait any longer.” I grabbed his hand and made our way through the corridors and to the library.

Before entering, I released Remus’ hand, since the boys didn’t know about our relationship. Yet.

At the sight of us, James and Sirius perked up. But once we got closer, they noticed Remus’ face and started laughing. I knew exactly why.

“Hey guys.” Remus said, sitting down opposite them, taking out a book from his bag opening it, ready to study.

I plopped down next to him, and a chorus of hushed exclamations was heard.

“Do you know that red suits you well, Moony?”

“Had a lover and never told us, you traitor.”

Remus quickly lifted his head up, confused.

“What? What are you talking about?”

Sirius and James could only laugh at Remus’ face.

“W-What is it?!” Remus exclaimed looking at me, while I only shrugged, a slight smirk resting on my face.

He could only conjure a small mirror to look at himself. Once noticing, the realization of why they were laughing quickly downed on him.

“Wow, Remus, when were you going to tell us you had a girlfriend?” I asked, deciding to join the teasing, while the other two were dying of laughter.

Remus glared at me, but couldn’t help the smile that was appearing on his face.

“So? Who is it?” Sirius asked, still giggling a bit, nudging James with his elbow.

I leaned my head on my fist and looked at Remus, smiling sweetly. He sighed and glanced at me, chuckling before answering.

“You’d be dumb if you didn’t know who.”

I'm sorry I took too long to write this, but here it is! i hope you like it <3

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Detention ~ Harry Potter

“Thank you, Potter! You’ve made us late. Yet again!”

Running through the Hogwarts hallways, I glared at Potter, shaking my head.

“Well, sorry! But it’s not me who took the opportunity to start yet another fight.” I raised an eyebrow once I saw him roll his eyes.

I couldn’t help the hatred towards Gryffindors like Potter, being a Slytherin and all. And it’s not the first fight between us that makes us late to our classes.

“Oh, yeah, but it’s not me who refused to work on our Astronomy project! Did you really think I’ll be doing the whole work by myself?!” I almost yelled, both our footsteps loud in the empty corridors, emphasized by Potter’s silence, “That’s what I thought.” I said to myself, a bitter look on my face.

Our discussion was cut short once we arrived to the Potions classroom.

“Well, the sleeping draught-” Professor Slughorn was cut off when he heard the door to his classroom open. Suddenly, all eyes were on us, making me blush and squirm under the gaze of more than twenty people, “Ah, Mr. Potter, Ms. Y/L/N! You came in time; we were just starting a new potion. Come in!”

Potter and I looked at each other when Slughorn ushered us in. I just rolled my eyes and made my way over to a desk to sit next to Blaise, while Potter sat next to his two goons.

“As I was saying, the sleeping draught helps the drinker to fall into a deep, but temporary sleep. Now, can anyone tell me what ingredients are used to make this potion?”

Smartass Granger was quick to raise her hand, “Flobberworm mucus, lavender, valerian sprigs and standard ingredient, sir.” I glanced at Blaise who looked at me and mocked Granger silently. We tried our best to muffle our laughs, but we didn’t go unnoticed by the professor.

“Excellent Granger. You’ll be working in pairs to brew the sleeping draught. And since Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Zabini can’t refrain themselves from laughing…” Both mine and Blaise’s eyes grew wide at the remark, we already knew what was going to happen, “Y/L/N, you’ll be working with Mr. Potter, and Zabini with Granger. Hopefully you’ll take this class more seriously.” Slughorn smiled nonchalantly at us.

As the student started pairing up, Blaise whispered to me.

“Good luck with Saint Potter.”

“You’ll need it most with Granger.” I said back, winking at him. He just rolled his eyes and went to Granger.

I heard a small thud and a huff, and turned to see Potter next to me with his potion book on the table in front of him.

“Don’t think I’m too happy about this.” Potter snapped.

“Because you think I am? We both know I’ll do all this by myself.” I glared, crossing my arms.

“Can you quit it? It was just one time. You knew I had quidditch practice! And I don’t think astronomy is that important.” He retorted back. After a moment of silence, looking at him, I finally replied, annoyed at his antics.

“Whatever, Potter. Let’s get this over with. I can’t stand your presence.”

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Things never seem to workout with Harry Potter.

“No Potter! You have to heat it for a minute!”

“You have to heat it for two! It’s written in my book!”

“Well, in my book it says one!”

“Well, your book is wrong, Y/L/N!”

“How can it be wrong?! It’s the school’s boo-”

“Silencio..”

I was cut off by Potter himself. My lips were moving, but no sound came out.

Potter was just looking at me with wide eyes, taken aback by his own actions, but not disappointed.

Without thinking, I took the small cauldron in front of me and spilled the contents on Potter.

It looked like the potion was harmless to the touch. It didn’t hurt the guy in any way. Unfortunately.

“Mr. Potter! Ms. Y/L/N! What is going on?!” We heard Slughorn shout.

I tried telling the professor the previous events, motioning towards Potter, but no sound came out.

I heard Potter softly chuckling at my helpless state, placing his hand on his mouth to muffle the sound.

The git is laughing at me!

“I regret to tell you but I have to give you both detention at the end of your classes, considering your actions.” Professor Slughorn informed us, shaking his head. “Sonorus.” He added while targeting his wand at me, making me finally utter some words.

“Oh, you’re so dead, Potter.”

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“You’ll clean the classroom. Floor to ceiling. I want to come back and find it spotless. Oh, and don’t forget the cabinets. Those can be nasty sometimes. Don’t misbehave! And for the love of Merlin, don’t fight again. Please.” Professor Slughorn chuckled, leaving the classroom and closing the door, leaving me alone with Potter.

I turned around to face him, my arms crossed.

“Happy?”

“Very.” He said sarcastically.

“Let’s just clean so we can leave early.”

I started cleaning the cauldrons while Potter dusted the shelves.

After a while of dreadful cleaning, I broke the deafening silence.

“You know, I was surprised Slughorn gave you detention. I always thought he liked you more than others and let you get away with things.”

“Oh, yeah? Good thing it wasn’t Snape. He would’ve given me detention for the rest of the year and took the remaining points off Gryffindor. And he wouldn’t even bat an eye towards you!” Potter exclaimed, moving the rug around in the air to emphasize his point.

“You know, just because I’m a Slytherin doesn’t mean that Snape necessarily likes me. He hates me just as much as he hates you.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Yeah.”

After ending up talking for a bit, without pulling each other’s hair, miraculously, we found out that we both hated Snape, even if he was my head of house, and we agreed on the fact that Trelawney can be a little crazy in the head sometimes, despite her obvious actions.

“Glad we finally agreed on something.” Potter admitted, leaning on one of the desks, finished with dusting.

“You know you’re pretty decent, after all. Not as bad as I thought.” I confessed, placing the last cauldron in the cabinet after I cleaned it.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. After we leave this classroom, we’ll get back to the way we were before.” He looked at me, refusing to smile but ending up betraying himself. He sighed, “Just because your group of friends hates me doesn’t mean you also have t-.”

“Oh please, don’t finish that sentence. I think you just shortened my lifespan by five years from your stupidity.” Raising my eyebrows, I crossed my arms.

“I said when we leave the classroom, not right now!”

Not much romance in that one, but I liked it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Owl ~ George Weasley

This was requested by @lillisummers I hope you'll like it <3

Dear George,

Hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you earlier, but time seemed to slip away with all the holiday preparations here in my hometown. I can’t believe it’s already Christmas! How’s the break so far? I really miss you, you know… Hopefully you can come visit me before we go back to Hogwarts! Maybe I’ll show you the town where I grew up! Anyway, I hope you and Fred aren’t giving Molly too much of a hard time. Tell her I said hi! I’ll see you soon.

All the love,

Y/N

Sliding the letter into an envelope, Y/N sealed it, and made her way over to the window, where her owl, Flakes, was perched on the windowsill.

“Hey, Flakes. Can you take that letter to the Burrow and give it to George, please?” Petting her feathers, she gave her a little treat before placing the envelope in her little beak.

Needless to say, Y/N was very fond of her owl Flakes. Having her since her first year at Hogwarts, the girl and her owl had a connection nobody could understand, they were inseparable, the owl brought benefit in taking letters, and being some kind of support system to Y/N, who considered the pet as a best friend.

When the owl took off in the sky, Y/N sat on the windowsill where Flakes was previously, admiring the way the feathers were batting in the chilly air. After having traveled for quite some time, the owl disappeared from Y/N’s view.

Flying over some forest and small lakes, Flakes tried her best to arrive to the Burrow as soon as she could, determined to bring her owner’s letter to George Weasley, and also having missed him.

Lost in thoughts of how George will reward her with some treats and a bit of petting her white feathers, Flakes didn’t notice she was about to pass between sharp and pointy tree branches, until the owl felt a burning sting on one of her wings at the contact of the twigs.

Luckily, she wasn’t that far from the Burrow, and was able to, sloppily, fly her way to George’s window.

The red head was sitting on his bed, working on one of his and Fred’s product for their business, when he heard small taps coming from the window.

Making his way over, he noticed Y/N’s owl, and a huge smile appeared on his face. George opened the window and was met with beautiful Flakes, but his smile quickly turned into a frown when he noticed the slight injury on the owl’s wing.

“Blimey, Flakes, what happened to you?” George asked, concerned for his girlfriend’s owl.

He knew how much love Y/N held to her owl, he couldn’t send her back injured and hurt.

Flakes could only hoot in pain, and George cupped her in his hands and brought her over to his bed.

“You must be cold.” He chuckled and wrapped the owl in a small blanket. He found his wand on his desk and held it firmly in his hand, pointing it at the wounded wing, “Episkey.” He noticed how the wing slowly went back to its previous healthy state.

George held a satisfied smile on his face, glad that the owl was healed. He opened one of his drawers and took out the treats he usually gave the owl when she visited him, making sure to pour extra sweets in front of Flakes, who didn’t hesitate in munching on the treats.

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Found this on tiktok and thought I'd share it here <3

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Nightmares ~ Young Sirius Black

I was lying in bed that night, after a long day of studying for my NEWT exams. To say I was anxious was an understatement. Obviously, every seventh year student was worried for the exams that were coming at the end of the year. But me... I was a very big over thinker. Even if I studied my lessons perfectly, I was still overly worried, only wanting to graduate with flying colors on my NEWTs.

After a few minutes of my eyes drooping sleepily, or so I thought, it was actually hours, I felt a light tug at the blanket I was wrapped in.

My eyes flied opened fast, and I quickly jumped up and grabbed my wand from the nightstand next to the bed, pointing it at the intruder, only to find out it was only my dear boyfriend, Sirius Black. He held his hands up in mock surrender, and it's only then that I noticed the dry tears on his face, and he looked so fragile and vulnerable. I lowered my wand, placing it back on the nightstand, and he lowered his hands.

"Sirius? What's going on? Why are you crying?" I asked softly, then sat up on my knees on the bed, in front of him. I cupped his cheeks with the palm of my hands, and looked up at him with big, worried eyes.

"I had them again." He whispered, and looked down, placing his hands on top of mine.

Ah... yes... Sirius has been having vivid nightmares lately. Nightmares of his mother abusing him in his old house, using the worst curses ever on him.

When Sirius told me about them, the first time he had them, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, hearing what happened to him when he was younger. It was the first time he told me about the abusing he was getting from his mother, as well as his father sometimes, back at his house, since he was sensitive about the subject. He preferred not talking about it.

I took Sirius' hand, and laid down on my bed, pulling him down with me, so now he was laying with his head on my chest. I threw the blanket over the both of us, and ran my hand through his hair, tugging on the ends gently, while he told me about the nightmare he just had, his voice muffled since his cheek was pressed against my chest.

His mother had apparently thrown her glass full of firewiskey at him, then used the cruciatus curse on him.

My shirt was now soaked with Sirius’ tears, and I was whispering reassuring things to Sirius.

"Shhh. You're safe now, don't worry. I'm here. No one will hurt you in my presence." His sobs ceased into sniffles, while his arms were tightly wrapped around my waist.

"It was so scary, Y/N. You have no idea how terrified I was." Sirius choked out, his voice hoarse from all the crying he did. I just continued stroking his long, black hair. I noticed his eyes were closing and opening slowly, figuring out that he was really tired.

"Close your eyes and sleep, Sirius." I told my boyfriend, closing my eyes myself.

"But... what if I have them again?" Sirius questioned almost inaudibly, moving his head slightly so he was looking at me with cute, teary, puppy eyes. I opened mine and looked at him, a soft smile present on my face. I ran my knuckles over his cheekbone, caressing it.

"I'll be here when you wake up. Don't worry." I responded, then bent my head to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He simply nodded, and adjusted his head into the crook of my neck, his temple pressed against my collar bone.

I slept that night, Sirius in my arms, and now having him as my only worry.

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Quidditch kiss ~ Harry Potter

I was sitting in the quidditch stands, next to Hermione, both of us cheering for the Gryffindors playing against the Slytherins. It was safe to say that the Gryffindors were ahead of the Slytherins by fifty points. Good thing, right?

Ginny, one of the chasers on the Gryffindor team, threw the quaffle right into the Slytherin hoops, after the Slytherin keeper tried to block it, but failed miserably.

All I heard around me were cheers and hoots of all Gryffindor house, including Luna Lovegood's soft voice commentating in the microphone Professor McGonagall landed her.

I looked around the quidditch pitch, noticing Harry and Draco shoulder-to-shoulder, with extended arms in front of them, both trying to reach for the golden snitch.

Yet again, I heard loud cheering when one of the seekers closed his fingers around the snitch, winning the match. That seeker is none other than Harry Potter himself.

All the Gryffindors went down on the pitch, celebrating their win, even holding some of the players on their shoulders. Hermione grabbed my arm, and led me down to the big crowd of Gryffindors. We arrived down there, and I looked around, looking for one person in particular, but not finding him anywhere.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around, eyes landing on Harry, hovering a few feet away from the ground, still on his broom.

Just the person I was looking for.

He was sporting a big smile on his face, clearly excited that he won the quiddicth match against the Slytherins.

"Congratulations." I said, returning the smile he had on his face.

"Thanks, love." He approached me, still on his broom, almost flying over me.

Next thing I knew, he was upside down on his broom, hanging by his arms and legs, his face just a few inches away from mine, a mischievous grin adorning his features.

I playfully rolled my eyes, and let out a quiet chuckle. I approached him, and placed my hands on his face, feeling his soft skin on my palms. I placed a long, lingering kiss on his lips, closing my eyes at the feeling I had yet to get accustomed to.

Even though we dated for almost two years, I always had butterflies whenever he hugged me, always felt like fireworks were erupting in me whenever he kissed me, and always felt breathless whenever he complimented me, or called me sweet names. Needless to say, it always felt like the first time whenever we hugged or kissed.

I pulled away from the kiss first, and looked at his face, only to find him still with closed eyes and lips jutted out, like he was still waiting for another kiss.

I laughed at the sight of him, and he opened his eyes and smiled at me with soft eyes. I couldn't process what happened next, but Harry's hands seemed to slip from the broom, because next thing we knew, he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

I plain out burst out laughing, placing my hands on my knees to steady myself. He stood up with a groan, rubbing his head, and he glared at me playfully, then dusted his pants off, and putting his hands on his hips, tapping his foot on the ground, annoyed at me.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want." He looked around, noticing people looking and him, their cheeks puffed out, like they might explode any time from laughing. " I just embarrassed myself in front of all Hogwarts." He whispered, eyes wide, a red blush on his cheeks, while I just laughed so hard that my tummy started hurting.

"Oh, don't worry about it, darling. It's good to make people laugh." I stated, still chuckling through my sentence, then looking at him with a smirk.

He just narrowed his eyes at me playfully, and just laughed it out, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger under his glasses, his other hand still on his hips.

"Oi, Harry!" We heard someone shout from next to us, and we turned around to look, only to find Ron running towards us, broom in hand. "Quite the scene you made over there, mate." He said, giggling a little, but immediately stopped when Harry sent a glare to him. "Oh, and... by the way... Collin took a picture of that moment... just wanted to tell you." He laughed nervously, pulling out a photograph from his pocket, handing it to me. He quickly scurried off right after.

I looked at the picture Ron just gave to me. Harry was in the picture, face first on the ground. I burst out laughing for the third time in the last ten minutes.

"What? What is it?" I heard Harry question, before snatching the photograph from my hands and looking at it.

He audibly gasped, widening his eyes, and a red hue grew on his cheeks. He could breathe out fire right now, because of the rage growing inside of him towards the Creevey boy. He looked at me, before letting out a shout.

"Collin!"

I'm having a hard time finding good Harry Potter one shots so I thought why not write one myself? hopefully it's good enough <3

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Broom closet ~ Fred Weasley

Potions Classroom

‘Add five dragon scales’ was written on my potions book.

I added the needed ingredients, seeing my potion turn a bright blue color. A small, satisfied smile appeared on my face, before quickly turning into a scowl when I felt a light tap on my head.

I turned around in my seat, only to find Fred Weasley snickering at me. I glared at him, and he just smirked, before pointing to the floor next to me.

I looked at the ground, and found a small folded piece of paper there. I looked back at Fred, and he simply raised his eyebrows, the annoying smirk still on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him, and leaned down to pick the paper up. When my fingers closed around it, I leaned back up, holding the folded paper in the air, so that Fred could see it, and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” I quickly turned around to face the front of the classroom, a scared look on my face, and saw Professor Snape standing in front of his desk, red-faced and fuming, “Continue your potion and stop wasting time with Mr. Weasley.” Snape finished his sentence, before turning back towards his desk, doing Merlin knows what.

I looked over my shoulder, taking a quick glance at Fred, and glared at him when I saw him smiling innocently at me.

I opened the note that was still in my hand, under the table, and read it.

‘Looking mesmerizing today, Y/L/N.’

I tried concealing my smile, but failed miserably.

Fred has been flirting with me since the beginning of our seventh year.

And I sometimes flirted with him back.

I bit my lip, and discreetly turned around to look at Fred, winking at him when he smirked at me.

Hogwarts Corridors

I was walking down the corridors to my next class, when all of the sudden, I felt a strong hand grip my arm when I passed a broom closet, and pulled me in the small area.

I wanted to scream, but the mysterious person was quick to place their hand on my mouth.

When my eyes landed on a familiar face, slightly visible by the light in the closet, I let out a sight of relief, recognizing who kidnapped me.

“I’m sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to scare you like that.” Fred Weasley said, a cheapish smile on his face.

“What do you want?” I crossed my arms over my chest, then leaned on the wall of the broom closet.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He stated, a nervous look on his face, fidgeting with his hands.

I never saw Fred being so flustered and nervous. He always seemed so confident and brave. I could tell something was bothering him.

“What is it?” I asked a bit worriedly.

“I-I like you, Y/N. Since last year. And I d-didn’t know how to tell you this. My friends encouraged me to tell you before you f-find someone else, and… yeah, that’s it.” He said rapidly, stuttering through his sentence, while looking down at his shoes.

I stayed silent for a moment, processing what Fred just told me, then parted my lips to speak.

“I never heard you stutter before. Do I make you this nervous?” I smirked at Fred, while he looked at me with and unbelieving and annoyed look.

“Is this all you got from what I just said?!” Fred exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air from frustration, then ran them through his red hair, messing it up a little.

“I’m just kidding. I like you too.” I confessed, tilting my head to the side, and smiling warmly at Fred, who placed his hands on my face, and brought me closer to him, our faces just inches apart. I put my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, sliding my hands in his already messed up hair.

He brought his face closer to mine, brushing his nose gently against mine, his lips only inches away from where I want them to be.

I brought his head forward, with the use of my hand that was still in his hair. When our lips finally touched, I felt sparks go through my whole body, and shivers down my spine.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

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Drawing ~ George Weasley

“Today, you will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.” Said Umbridge with that sickening smile on her face.

“This is stupid.” I muttered under my breath as the ridiculous books that the pink toad had planned to teach us flew our way.

“It really is.” I heard a deep voice whisper from beside me. I turned my head and was met with the beautiful brown eyes of George and his cute grin. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes playfully, then opened my book, looking through it.

“It is the view of the ministry that a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through your examinations.”

Listening to Umbridge babbling on about us studying and passing our NEWTs, I spaced out, peacefully staring into nothingness.

Until I felt a cold thing on the back of my hand?

“George, what the heck are you doing?” I scrunched my eyebrows, looking at George’s quill gliding over my skin, drawing an uneven heart.

“I’m getting bored, okay? And Umbitch is really annoying.” I almost burst out laughing at the given nickname for our DADA professor, but was quick to place my hand on my mouth and lower my head.

“Umbitch?”

“Yeah. That’s what we call her. You didn’t know?” I shook my head while a big grin grew on my face. “Well now you know.” George shrugged while looking at me with his big eyes.

I diverted my eyes from his to my hand, and found our initials written inside the heart that he drew.

I gazed at him, while he just winked at me and put down his quill on the table. I felt him grab my hand and intertwine his with mine, then he rested them on his thigh while rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, exactly over the heart shaped drawing.

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Cigarette ~ Draco Malfoy

“What’s that smell?” I murmur, coming down the stairs of the girls’ dormitories.

I enter the common room, only to see Draco Malfoy sitting in an armchair, a glass of wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.

“Y/L/N.”

“Malfoy. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s 3 in the morning.” I state, glancing at the clock that was hanging on the wall.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep too?” He asks, placing the cigarette between his lips, inhaling.

“Well yeah, but…” I trail off, not knowing the real reason why I wasn’t sleeping, “It’s none of your business, anyway.” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest, and glaring in his direction.

“Mmh.” Taking another inhale, he stands up, and smashes the cigarette in the cigarette holder while placing his glass on the table.

I notice him striding over in my direction, until he’s standing mere inches away from me. I am now trapped between his large, muscular body, and the wall, that I am now leaning on.

He lifts his arms, placing his palms against the wall, one on each side of my head, and leans in closer.

I take a deep breath, smelling mint and cologne, and a strong smell of cigarettes.

My eyes trail up and down his body, taking in the way his black suit beautifully wraps in all the right places, the black color contrasting with his greyish eyes, and making him look even more mysterious than he already is.

I feel my face burning, and he smirks, and pokes his tongue in his cheek, making him look attractive. Not like he isn’t already.

He leans in even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against my cheek. My eyes flutter shut the moment I feel his feathery kisses trailing down my cheek to reach my neck, and I take another deep breath. My hands quickly fly to hold on to the black button up he is wearing, and they slowly slide down to hook onto his belt loop, feeling all the abs hiding underneath his shirt.

Taking advantage of this moment, I pull him closer, his chest now flush against mine.

His soft kisses stop, and I hear him chuckle in the crook of my neck. Standing up straight, he looks at me with a look I couldn't decipher.

He bites his bottom lip, and his eyes trail up and down my body.

“Goodnight, beautiful.” He gives me a small smile, before turning around, disappearing in the stairs of the boys’ dormitories, leaving me breathless and longing for more.

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