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pappydaddy · 1 year

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sorry about the shirt (f.w.)

a/n: now that i named this fic this, now i have an idea for another fic with this as a prompt.... ugh my mind, curse my cognition! also, i have deleted this and reformatted this like six times and the title is still not saving as a god-damn title anymore. ugh. tumblr (pls don't shadowban me again)

tv show/movie: harry potter | pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader

requested by the lovely @readingfan (hope you enjoy it💛!) | my little pea-sized, fred-lane brain made this a fred x reader without me realizing it until seconds before posting this

synopsis: fred and george getting a summer job in a coffee shop where a pretty girl frequents. said pretty girl seems to have fred in a trance. what could possibly go wrong? well, fred knows what could now that an innocent shirt has been ruined.

warnings: reader is described to wear sundresses | mentioned of negative thoughts about oneself (reader has negative thoughts about herself) | fred and george being teens (aged to be 18, idc if it's not canonically plausible) working in retail).

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Summer was supposed to be a time of freedom, long nights, and recklessness and there was nobody else who knew this more than Fred and George. Unfortunately for them, it appears that their summer was going to be nothing but seeing the inside of that damn coffee shop. Fred and George rarely ever regretted a prank, but right now, they were starting to think that perhaps slipping Malfoy that candy that made his skin turn Gryffindor red and his hair a golden snitch gold wasn’t worth this. It also taught them that when Malfoy said his father would hear about this, he actually means it - sometimes.

However, no matter how funny the prank was and how much it was worth all the time they spent planning and agonizing to create the final product, it was not worth this. Not worth the wrinkled fingers that lost all feeling after wiping down every single table and counter in the cafe. Not worth the skin of the heat from the coffee machines. Not worth the horrible experience of dealing with customers. Not to mention uncomfortable uniforms. Forced to wear black jeans, black dress shirts, and a ratty old apron ten other people wore before them.

While George grumbled everyday, hoping and wishing for their return to Hogwarts (something nobody expected to hear), Fred’s summer was not a complete waste. He did not realize this when they applied for their job, but this coffee shop tucked into a hidden alleyway of Diagon Alley was often frequented by a rather pretty girl. In her flowing sundresses, her hair cascading down over her shoulders in soft waves. When he first saw her his knees nearly gave out. Then when she turned to leave (lemonade in hand - it was a hot day) and he caught a glimpse of the white ribbon tying her hair into a half-up, half-down style, George had to catch him because his knees did give out. She looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t exactly place her.

“She’s in our year, a Hufflepuff,” Hermione had told him one day when she and Ron had visited them. They were out gathering ideas for a present for Harry. “She’s quiet, likes to stick to her routine but doesn’t shy away from new opportunities. She’s in my book club and study club. She has such a beautiful voice but she thinks it's horrible - that’s why she is so quiet.” She revealed after Fred pressed her for more information.

Unfortunately for Fred, he has yet to hear that beautiful voice since he never seems to be on the cash when she comes in or someone beats him to it - usually George as a form of twisted amusement. “Hermione was right. She does have a beautiful voice.” George blinked after the first time he took her order. It was later discovered that the reason she hates her voice was because some Slytherins had poked fun at her in First Year, leaving her with an ugly taste in her mouth and horrible self-confidence. Fred could wring their necks, every last one of them.

Anytime Fred had any downtime, he found himself thinking of her. He knew nothing of her but, yet, she consumed every thought and every dream of his. Such as today. It was a horribly humid and dreadful day. Every door to the coffee shop was open, a cooling spell was placed on the shop but it was barely fighting against the stickiness, and the owner even found some muggle fans and set them up. It was slow, barely anyone wanted to leave their houses and if they did, they surely couldn’t even think about sipping on a coffee - even one of their iced ones since the ice would probably melt before they even took their first sip.

But here was Fred, elbows digging into the counter as he hogged one of the fans. His back was facing the entrance as he moved with the fan which was oscillating. George was in the back, doing work back there but Fred was sure he was just sitting in front of that fan. “Bloody hell.” He groaned, pinching his shirt and pulling it away from him. This was torture.

“Excuse me,” A soft, hesitant voice called to him over the rattling of the fan, startling him. Turning around, his eyes widened when she saw who stood at the counter. Hair pulled up into a high ponytail, bangs hanging around her face from where the shorter strands fell out of the ponytail. Even looking right at her, he saw the ribbon she usually wore in her hair. Today’s was a pretty yellow shade, matching the sundress she wore. It was a pale yellow, nothing that jumped right out at you. “Could I get a large lemonade?” She asked him, blinking sweetly as she rolled up to the balls of her white converse. That voice. He was blown away. He was never going to be the same after hearing that beautiful sound. How could he go on with his life knowing that that voice exists and he isn’t hearing it every second of everyday.

“Yes, of course,” He nodded, rushing to the counter, nearly tripping over himself. “George, can you make a large lemonade?” He yelled out back as he typed away on the till. Instantly, George emerged, a large lemonade in hand.

“Here ya go, Y/N. I knew you would be wanting one of these today. Made it once I heard your voice.” He winked at her and Fred contemplated murdering him right there. He actually considered it when she giggled at his twin, but the sound made him stop. Everybody said her voice was the most beautiful sound, which he could agree with all his heart on now that he heard it, but her giggle. Just thinking about making her laugh made him want to lay on his stomach on his bed and kick his feet like Ginny does whenever Harry says hi to her.

“Thank you, George,” She smiled thankfully, holding out her hand. Almost as if under a spell, Fred reached his hand out, palm facing up. With her sweet smile turning to Fred, she dropped a handful of sickles in his palm. Her fingers brushed against the palm of his hand, sending shivers and sparks running through his nerves. “That’s enough for the lemonade and ten sickles for you guys to split for a tip. Thank you, Fred.”

The shock sent to Fred’s system was immense when she said his name. She knew his name. She knew his name. He opened and closed his mouth as she turned on her heel, her skirt flaring up adorably, her ponytail and ribbon flaring up as well and off she went into the dreadful heat, making Fred’s day so much better.

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It was a rush. Possibly the biggest rush Fred and George have ever experienced at the shop. The queue was running out of the door. Perhaps everyone just now realized that summer was coming to a close and just now decided to emerge from their lazy, hazy, summer daze to enjoy the days. This, of course, made Fred miserable.

Instead of enjoying their time, patrons were making their lives a living hell. And for what? Amusement? What was the reason he had to get yelled at by a man because his coffee was too hot to drink? He questioned if it was possible that these people got some sort of happiness from throwing adult hissyfits and yelling at underpaid, overworked employees. Did they have some sort of odd kink? Did it fill a missing void? Whatever it was, Fred quite frankly did not want to be part of it.

However, when he saw that shining face in the queue, her nose buried in her book as she read so intently. She wore her hair down aside from two locks of hair tied back into a braid, secured by a light blue ribbon today. When he saw her, he froze for a moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way the sun burned through the dirty windows (that seemed to have fingerprint smudged permanently tattooed on it) and hit her like a golden spotlight. The way her finger absentmindedly stroked the cover of her book as she read.

“Excuse me,” The customer in front of him barked. He jolted back to reality. Frankly, he already was in reality since Y/N was completely gorgeous. There was no fantasy about that. She was perfect. The fantasy was that she had feelings for him or at least thought he was cute. “Did you get my order?” The man, a short, plump man with an angry red nose despite the beautiful summer day they were having, grumbled.

“One medium coffee. Would you like that iced or with anything in it?” Fred asked the normal questions, bracing himself for the normal response he usually received from people with certain mannerisms.

The man’s nose seemed to get even more red. “Of course I don’t. If I wanted it another way, I would have ordered it another way. What do I look like? An idiot? Rowena, you kids these days, needing to have things iced and sweetened. Whatever happened to the good British taste? Black coffee. That is what I want-”

“That will be 3 sickles, Sir.” Fred read the total off, noticing how Y/N glanced up, rolling onto her tiptoes to take note of what was taking so long. He wanted to get this nasty old man out of his line so that she could get on with her day. Her day shouldn’t be wasted in this shop waiting in line.

“Here, keep the change.” The man basically tossed the sickles at Fred. Four sickles.

“Some change,” Fred whispered under his breath, putting three sickles in the till and dropping one in the communal tip jar. That naked a total of five sickles in tips. “Have a nice day, sir,” Fred faked a smile as the man waddled off to the pick-up area, barking at George to hurry up. “I can help whoever is next.” “Two people until her.” Fred thought.

“Hi, could we get two lemonades? Mediums please,” The teen girl giggled, eyes staring up at Fred sweetly. Fred nodded, writing the order down and sliding it along the counter. Harrison, the manager, grabbed it to start making it. “So, we’ll be seeing you at Hogwarts in a couple of weeks, right, George?” She asked with a bat of her eyelashes, still getting his name wrong despite his name tag being basically eye level with her. He could see Y/N look up from her book, snickering slightly behind her book.

“I’m actually Fred. And yes. That will be seven sickles today.” Fred read off their total, holding his hand out for their money.

“Oh, sorry. You both are so handsome, it’s hard to tell you apart.” She flirted with a wink, dropping exactly seven sickles in his hand.

“Have a nice day,” He nodded to them as they wandered off with linked arms to bother George. “Next please!” He just needed to take care of this one customer and then she would be at his cash. Evidently, she noticed this as she was tucking her book into her bag and pulling out her coin wallet. He watched her intently, somehow managing to take the customer’s order and recite the amount of money he needed.

He watched as she counted the sickles she had pulled out before pulling out two more coins before doing some math in her head. He could tell since her eyes flicked around and she used her free hand to wiggle her fingers as if counting on them. “Have a nice day.” He wasn’t even sure what that customer ordered, but he must have done it right.

And up stepped the person he was waiting for. Y/N stepped up with a bounce, smiling brightly at him. He wanted to faint right there. There she was, standing there and it overwhelmed him so much that his nervous system was going haywire on him. “Hi, Freddie!” She seemed to have gotten much more comfortable. She was more bubbly and talkative with him and his brother. She even started to call them by nicknames. It warmed Fred’s heart to the point it might burst.

“Hi, Y/N, what can I get for you today?” He asked, trying to calm his racing heart and malfunctioning nervous system. He was in fight-or-flight with the secret third option: faint.

“Just a large iced coffee. I am trying to finish off the last book on my book club’s summer reading list and I decided I might as well change up the scenery.” She explained, her voice much more even and comfortable. Not the same reluctant, soft voice she had when she first talked to him. And if he thought that voice was beautiful, then this voice was perfect. Alluring. Charming. Cute. Marvelous. Dazzling. Delicate. Stunning. Splendid. Gorgeous. Lovely. Any synonym there was for beautiful because this voice was so much better.

Before he could even tell her the total, she handed him the sickles she had counted out prior to the interaction. She always did it. “Three sickles for the iced coffee and how many for the tip?” He asked, knowing exactly how she worked things.

“Fifteen. Five for everyone who worked today,” She smiled as she rolled up to the balls of her feet - something he found that she did often. The line was gone aside from her and part of Fred wished it would stay away so she could stand there talking to him, but unfortunately someone walked in. “I’ll leave you to it, Fred.” She smiled at him. It appeared sad and part of him hoped that she felt upset about having to part from him.

He watched her walk over to George who held her coffee out to her. Sharing pleasantries, she headed off to one of the many tables. Taking her normal table by the window. “Alright boys. I am heading out, I’ll be back in two hours to close it down.” Harrison told them. That was most likely the last rush of the day. People didn’t tend to frequent the coffee shop near close. They gave him nods as he left.

Thirty minutes and they hadn’t stopped. Anytime they saw a lull coming, once they served one customer, two more would come. Just as Fred turned his back, taking a deep breath as the attack stopped, he heard the approaching footsteps of someone. He wanted to roll his eyes and outwardly show the resentment he had felt, but he didn’t feel the same hostility he had felt with the last few customers. Part of him should have known why before he turned around, but sometimes he isn’t always on the ball.

As he turned around, he was pleasantly shocked to see Y/N standing there at the counter again, her head down as she inspected the wet patch on her blue sundress. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up, hand hovering over the patch on the center of her torso. “Hey, Fred, again,” She smiled, a bit awkwardly as she didn’t usually come up after she got her order unless it was to say bye to the boys (something rather new after she got comfortable with them). “Do you think I could get a napkin? That last customer who left kind of knocked into me a bit and I got the last bit of iced coffee on me-” She cut herself off as Fred reacted without thinking, grabbing the back of his brother’s black shirt and ripping it off of him.

“Here you go, Y/N.” He handed it to her. Shocked, she took it from him. George just stood there, blinking at his brother as if he had gone completely mad. Fred considered this a sign that perhaps, working nearly every single day of the summer had made him cracked in the head. Slowly, looking at the face Y/N was making, he came back into his body. It was as if seeing Y/N in need made him go into autopilot, doing whatever he needed to to resolve the issue Y/N was facing.

“Fred, what in Godric's name?” George questioned, still a bit shocked that his brother completely ripped the back of his shirt off, leaving just his sleeves and the front. It was silent as the three of them all looked at each other, trying to make sense of the situation. Fred couldn’t even remember his brain telling him to do that, let alone any thought of ripping his brother’s shirt.

The silence was broken by the sweet giggles of Y/N. Fred nearly gave himself whiplash turning his head to look at her. There she stood, on the other side of the counter, one hand holding the tattered shreds of George’s shirt, the other one hovering over her mouth as her giggled turned into laughter, eyes crinkling closed. “Oh my Helga,” She pressed her lips together, her purely magnetic eyes opening and meeting Fred’s with a zing being sent through Fred’s body like electricity (which this summer, he discovered was pretty dangerous). “I needed that, Freddie. That guy who bumped my arm as a complete arse-” Fred blinked, that might have been the most foul he had ever heard her talk, though Hermione had told him she had said much worse about some of the guys in their year. “You know exactly what to do to make people laugh, it’s an amazing gift,” She nodded at him, a large smile hanging off her lips. “Thank you, see you at Hogwarts if I am not in next week.” She whispered as she rolled onto the balls of her feet.

Before Fred could react, she was pressing her lips against his cheek. Her sweet looking lips felt even sweeter against the now burning flesh of his freckled cheeks. He knew that now he felt her lips, he wasn’t going to be able to stop thinking about how they would feel against his own lips, but right now his brain was empty. He couldn’t function as she pulled away, heels crashing to the ground. A bashful smile stayed on her lips as she waved to the pair of them, Fred so far gone he barely even registered the fact that her lips were no longer touching him - probably due to the fact that the tingling he felt was still there. When he finally came back into his body again, Y/N and her bashfulness had left with her book tucked under her arm for almost five minutes. Blinking around, Fred saw the basically empty shop, the only person lingering being someone who had been there for two hours now. Looking to his side, he felt George’s “what the hell” look before he saw it. Winching, nervous about his brother’s wrath. “Sorry about the shirt, George.”

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starrkidmalfoy · 7 years

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Ship for slythxr

May I get a Marauder and golden trio era ship? I'm slytherin/thunderbird, 5'4, short ginger hair. In the mom friend really. I love to draw people and plants. I'm usually the odd person out and I'm a kinda shy but can be loud once I get to know someone. Ill always stand up for my friends unless they do something wrong, then I help them fix it. I love to read. I'm really good with animals. And yeah, thats really it. Thank you so much!!

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Marauder Era: Sirius Black - You loved to draw Sirius. When he was sleeping, or reading, or laughing. You etched out all the little details of his face and memorized the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the lopsided way he smiled when he was very tired. He never told you, but he kept all those drawing in the bottom of his trunk and looked at them whenever he missed you most. When he didn’t like a subject, he would have you read him the book or the notes for the class. Having your voice read him the information made him fall in love with the class. How could a subject be boring when it was read by the most lovely voice from the most beautiful girl. Eventually he got so far ahead in the Herbology readings just because he loved to listen to you talk. He got a perfect score on his Herbology OWLS and snogged you properly as thanks for all your help.

Golden Trio Era: Neville Longbottom - He was timid and shy at first, but it was the love of animals that brought him to you. He was normally scared of anything with too sharp teeth or something that could attack at any moment, but the way you loved the animals and how they loved you back made him rethink everything. He would spend hours with his head placed gently in your lap describing all of his favorite plants and the properties they contained and you would sketch them out to their full potential. You protected Neville from getting too hurt or bullied and kept him away from particularly nasty people. He spent two months look for his Gryffindor uniform sweater before finally giving up and buying a new one, but really he knew that in early October you had taken it and now every night you wore it to bed because it was just warmer and softer and smelled nicer than any of your other sweaters.

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Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX

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Please send in all your requests or ideas, I would love to write them! I really hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you wanna see next. Love you all x

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girlboss-nahi-girlbas · 3 years

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Fred Weasley - Tell me a fact (or a few facts) about yourself, and I will ship you with a character! Please also state the era you want and your gender preference!

any era, i like all genders but i have prefernce for dicks so that lol

ALSO CONGRATS IM SO SO PROUD OF JU

Thank you !!

I ship you with.....

JAMES POTTER!!!

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pappydaddy · 3 years

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betty (f.w)

A/N: So, this one might have ended up a bit longer (about 16 pages - oopsie daisy) but I got a bit carried away so, that makes up for it (maybe). I am also testing out this new thing for my titles where I put the initials of the character in the title, might continue, might forget to continue it, who knows?

And, for all my lovelies waiting on requests, they are coming (slowly) so do not worry!! That’s why I am so slow with getting through this event! But any who, hope y’all enjoy this one lovelies💛!

Paring: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

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Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15

Part One - You’re here! | Part Two | august - continuation

No Voldemort AU and no Umbridge AU.

Warnings: Insecurity, angst, anxiety/panic attack, cheating (in a way), break-up, a small bit about being called mad, a bit that could be considered gaslighting but it definitely isn’t but I could see how it would come across as such to some people, fluff, happy ending (in a way).

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Fred and Y/N were the couple. They were the couple everyone wanted to be, having been together since their third year. Y/N had been confident in their relationship, thinking that nothing could come between them. They had been together for two years after all. She really didn’t think that much could happen that would lead to their demise. Fred had been sure of their relationship well before Y/N had, knowing from day one that there wasn’t a single thing in this world that would pull him away from Y/N. Their assumptions hadn’t accounted for her crashing into their lives.

Fred had met Mallory in detention. She was a year younger than them, having landed in detention for causing a disruption in Potions, landing herself a night alone with Fred cleaning cauldrons that the first-years had horribly ruined. Fred hadn’t had any intention of carrying on a friendship with Mallory, not feeling a need to tell Y/N about her that night. A week later, it appeared that Mallory had different ideas. Practically ambushing Fred and Y/N as they peacefully walked back from a date at the Black Lake. “Fred,” She called, startling the couple who were so enthralled with each other to notice much of anything else. “Why haven’t you talked to me after the other night? I had a lot of fun, we should do it again sometime!” She bounced up to stand in front of them, completely ignoring Y/N who was tucked affectionately and protectively under Fred’s arm. Y/N blinked up at Fred, uncertainty bubbling deep within her stomach.

“Uh,” Fred paused, trying to remember who this girl standing in front of him was. “Time just slipped away from me I guess.” He lied, sneaking a nervous look at Y/N, gulping at her inquisitive eye.

“Well, we should really do it again, maybe not in detention though.” She giggled, a bright smile and gleaming eyes directed right at him. Y/N recognized that look, it was the look that any other girl who has fallen under the spell of Fred Weasley - herself included. Fred nodded, the name of the person in front of him suddenly coming to him when she said that.

“Yeah, of course! Maybe we can go to Hogsmeade this weekend, a whole group of us are going together, you can tag along if you’d like?” He offered politely, not wanting to be rude. Y/N’s eyes burned into him, the uncertainty quickly coming to a boil when the unnamed girl squealed, clapping excitedly and nodding enthusiastically.

“Awesome, I will totally be there! See you, Fred!”

“You too, Mallory!” Fred called to her as she ran back towards the castle, finally turning to look at Y/N head-on. The look in her eyes made it seem like she was trying to desperately play it off like the situation didn’t hurt her, but Fred could tell that worry and anger swirled behind the mask of her neutral gaze.

“What was the other night?” She posed the question, her voice wavering ever so slightly, scared that Fred had been sneaking around behind her. She knew that Fred wasn’t that type of person, but doubt bloomed in her chest for the first time in their two-year relationship. It was an uncomfortable feeling, kind of like an ache in her heart that made it feel like it sat still in her chest for a millisecond.

“Detention. We had to clean cauldrons together and we had a fun time, it was nothing to worry about. I just didn’t want to be rude to her, that’s all. One hang-out in Hogsmeade and I am sure she’ll find someone else to be friends with.” He reassured her, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She hummed, the doubt in her chest lifting as she snuggled back into him.

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The trip to Hogsmeade was not going as expected for Y/N. For Mallory, it was great, but Y/N was left questioning. She walked alongside George and Hermione, her eyes locked on the two people walking ahead of the group, locking in an intense conversation filled with light laughs and soft touches. The pain and stillness of her heart returned as she was ignored by her boyfriend. It had been hours and he barely talked to her yet for this whole trip. Not even in the Common Room had she gotten a single word, instead, she found him and Mallory locking in a conversation that had yet to end.

“Y/N-” Hermione called gently, an almost sympathetic tone to her voice, her perceptive eyes flicking between her friend and Fred. “Are you okay?” She asked, laying a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N looked at her, a fake look of confusion on her face.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I be okay?” She furrowed her brows at her bushy-haired friend.

“Maybe because of that?” George pointed at the pair that only seemed to grow closer. Y/N also looked at them, the pang in her heart shooting across her chest, almost making her want to clench it to see if it would ease the pain. Her swallowing thickly gave them the answer they needed, but they knew that a verbal confirmation would be harder to get.

“Fred told me that there is nothing to worry about, he just doesn’t want to hurt her feelings,” She insisted, her eyes not leaving Mallory’s hand that rested on Fred’s bicep flirtatiously. She also noticed how he didn’t step away or brush it off, not even work her name and the fact that she was his girlfriend whom he loved into the conversation. “I am sure it’s nothing. Besides, I don’t want to be one of those jealous, controlling girlfriends who doesn’t let their boyfriends have female friends.”

“Fred has tons of female friends that you’re fine with, you won’t be a controlling or jealous girlfriend if you say you don’t want him around her because it’s completely justified,” George pointed out. “I love my brother, he is my best friend aside from you and Lee, but this is not right and you gotta tell him because for once, he doesn’t see it.” He pressed. Y/N could feel the flicking flames igniting the doubt within her once again as she eyed them. She wanted to believe that nothing was happening right in front of her eyes. She wanted to believe that she wasn’t watching the love of her life ignore her for some girl he had just met. Shaking her head, she tried to tune out the nagging voice.

“No, I guarantee that there is nothing going on between them other than him being nice,” She declared, nodding firmly. George and Hermione shared a look from over her head. Fred and her were in a serious relationship, all that wouldn’t just fly out the window because of a girl. George opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off without even looking towards him. “And he is not ignoring me, see? Watch,” She paused, clearing her throat. Jogging ahead, she walked closer behind them. “Hey, Fred! Maybe you and I should go and get some Butterbeers and talk a little in private-” Her voice trailed off when she realized her words were falling on deaf ears. A weight settled onto her chest. It was like her heart stopped beating all together for a hell of a lot longer than a second. “Fred?” She tried, her voice sounding as small as she felt. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stopped walking, Fred and Mallory just continuing on as if she wasn’t even there in the first place. Shrinking back, she blinked away tears that stung like the wound in her chest.

“Oh, Y/N-” Hermione rushed forward, throwing her arms around her friend and glaring at Fred’s retreating back. Y/N couldn’t do anything but stare at Fred and Mallory as they disappeared into Honeydukes. “George,” Hermione hissed, shifting her glare towards the other twin. “You better talk some sense into your brother before I knock some sense into him! Look at the poor thing! She’s shaking!” Hermione ranted, holding Y/N tighter. It was almost like the two weren’t even there to Y/N as she just stared at the empty spot. She couldn’t feel Hermione’s arms holding her or hear her and George bickering about what George should do.

“I want to go back to my dorm.” Y/N finally managed to speak, silencing Hermione and George’s argument. Looking down at her, George had settled it. He had no sweet clue what he would say to Fred, but he needed to try and fix this. Fix this for Y/N.

“I’ll take you back. George, get her sweets and lots of them,” Hermione instructed, shoving a bunch of coins towards him. George scrambled to catch them, nodding before scampering off towards Honeydukes as Hermione started to turn Y/N around and lead her back towards the castle. The snow crunched under their feet, filling the void of silence. “You know, I am sure once you talk to him about it, it’ll all work out. Fred really does love you.” Hermione cut the silence, earning a dry chuckle from Y/N.

“I don’t know why I am kidding myself,” She shook her head sadly, the insecurity setting in quickly. Pulling from Hermione’s hold, the girls came to a standstill over the arching, cobblestone bridge that was covered in snow like it was a scene out of a Christmas themed Romantic Comedy, but Y/N was far from laughing. “You know the statistics just as well as I do, teen relationships barely ever survive the test of time. I guess it was only a matter of time before something happened to get between us.” She reasoned. Hermione sighed, walking over to the edge of the bridge, looking down at the frozen water. Y/N shuffled over, resting her arms on the railing. She gazed down at the untouched snow, sparkling in the gold rays of the late sun.

“You want to talk about statistics? I’ll counter your statement with this,” She paused, looking over at her solemn friend, the gentle winter breeze redding their cheeks and nose by the second. “Statistics are two-sided. You highlighted the most common outcome, but have you ever considered the rare outcome? What about the teen romances that lasted because that is you and Fred. I am sure of it. You simply cannot let this girl and what happened today completely ruin your faith in love and in Fred.”

“It’s not just her though, ‘Moine,” Y/N groaned, pushing away from the railing and continuing their walk. Hermione followed silently, watching her stew in her own thoughts. “It’s today, yeah, but it’s mostly how Fred let her push me out. I mean, you saw what happened, I had faith in him, I trusted him and when I tried to talk to him, I got nothing. When I said good morning when I met you all in the Common Room, I got nothing, not even a glance! It’s like I am invisible to him, not even a thought in his. Did you hear him even utter my name? Talk about a memory that has to do with me?”

Hermione didn’t answer that, knowing that she hadn’t intended for that question to have an answer. “That is a valid point, however, do you really think it warrants you questioning the future of your relationship? This is just a bump in the road.”

“Would you just leave me to my hysterics, please? Let me have this, let me be dramatic.” She pleaded. Hermione sighed, nodding before pointing a stern finger her way.

“I will let you be overdramatic for today, but if it continues I will smack you.” She warned. Y/N agreed, but the voice in her head kept sounding a small alarm, telling her to keep an eye out and keep her guard up. It was like a warning bell, singing away in her ear, nagging her, taunting her, gnawing at her nerves.

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The next two months came with a wave of insecurity. Mallory didn’t just disappear after Hogsmeade, if anything, she became more constant. Soon, dates were being cancelled so that Fred could hang out with her, instead of sitting next to Y/N at meals or in the Common Room Fred sat with Mallory, their laughter floating across the distance to chip away at Y/N’s cracking heart. Despite all the times Y/N wanted to scream and cry the burning pain away whenever she saw them together, she kept trying to convince herself that it was nothing, that soon, she would have her Fred back. The final straw came when she couldn’t sleep one night and had slipped out of her room, heading right to Fred’s dorm room in search of the comfort he brought her. When she stepped up to his bed where he was sleeping soundly, it was like the world stopped turning and was plummeting into a black hole. The pain of her heart finally stopping almost made her scream out in agony, the only thing stopping it was the fact that she was frozen in shock and pain.

In his arms and in his bed, where Y/N had spent many days and nights, was Mallory. The pair sleeping as if Y/N wasn’t even a thought in their heads. When the world around her started to spin out of control, Y/N felt the panic setting in. Her lungs solidified, not allowing her to breathe in and out. Stumbling backwards, she tried to create as much space between the scene as she could - feeling like if she was anywhere near it, it would kill her. She never even felt the warm tears leaking down her cheeks, only tasting the saltiness on her tongue. The walls closed in on her with each second, the room suffocating her. Scrambling out the door, she had no idea where to go. Everywhere in Hogwarts was tainted by the memories of her and Fred, leaving her trapped in this swirling vortex of pain. It looked like it was her first day on new legs as she rushed down the stairs, nearly face planting into the Common Room. Her wheezing breaths alerted the one person sitting in the dark Common Room of another person, but Y/N couldn’t even notice anything other than the fast spinning of the room and the loud beating of her heart in her ears.

Collapsing onto the floor behind the red couch, unable to make it out of the Common Room, the person shot up in a panic, scurrying around the couch. Y/N could barely see Hermione through her blurred eyes. “Y/N, Y/N, you have to breathe,” Hermione instructed, her hands falling on Y/N’s shoulders, her eyes pouring into hers. “Breathe,” Hermione pushed, nodding as Y/N started to take deep, shaky breaths. Slowly, it felt like Hermione was lifting the weight off her chest, letting her lungs bring in more air. Even though the weight had lifted and her lungs weren’t screaming for air anymore, the sharp, stinging pain of her broken heart made her squeeze her eyes closed, tears leaking out and flowing down her red cheeks. Slamming her head against the back of the couch, she let out a strangled cry through a closed mouth. “What happened?” Hermione fretted, looking her friend over frantically, brushing the messy fly-aways from her forehead, waiting for her to flutter her eyes open.

“Mallory and Fred-” Y/N managed to choke out, lifting her head from the couch, feeling like her neck could barely support the weight of it, she ended up letting it fall back again. Hermione grabbed her cheeks, holding her head back to face her. Y/N fluttered her eyes open, staring at her bushy-haired friend oddly.

“You’re gonna hold your head up and tell me because I am sure whatever you’re going to tell me is not going to kill you - no matter how much you think it will right now,” She spoke sternly, but Y/N could tell that it was out of love and caring; she could see it in her eyes. “So you’re going to tell me what happened so we can appropriately approach this situation.”

The room was silent, the only sound coming from Hermione’s rapid breath and Y/N’s shaky breaths. With her eyes gazing into Hermione’s, she could feel a blanket of comfort surrounding her. Hermione’s hands on her cheeks spread warmth through her body, dulling the pain in her chest ever so slightly. Taking a deep, shaky breath in, Y/N let her eyes close in a moment of internal peace. Opening her eyes once again, Hermione’s instantly glazed over in unshed tears just by looking at the pain and sadness swirling beneath Y/N’s beautiful eyes. “Mallory was in Fred’s bed,” She disclosed, her voice quiet. “She was in his bed with his arms around her,” She continued, her voice growing stronger. “They were in-” She cut herself off, her eyes frantically looking around the room as her jaw shook. “They were in his bed-” She choked on a sob. “His arms were around her like he used to hold me, but it wasn’t-” Her voice cracked, tears flowing down her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath becoming restricted again. Without wasting a second, Hermione grabbed her shoulders, wrapping her arms around the shaking girl - yanking her into her, nearly causing her to topple backwards, but she remained strong for both of them. “But it wasn’t me in that bed, in his arms like it’s supposed to be-” She sobbed into Hermione’s chest, her strangled words being muffled by Hermione’s thick, knitted sweater. “It was her instead, it’s been her for the past few months and I-” Her cries were heartbreaking, her throat felt like it was coated with a thick layer of something. Hermione blinked back tears as she slowly rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair. “And I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay that you can’t do it anymore, it’s a lot to take,” Hermione whispered in her ear soothingly, rubbing her back as she hiccuped. “You do not deserve to have to put up with that. It’s okay,” She hummed. “It’s okay,” She continued to soothe her. “It’s okay, and I will be by your side through this all if I have to.” Y/N only managed a slight nod as she tried to slow the tears and sobs, only causing her stomach to twist.

“I don’t want to leave him, but I can’t-” She stammered. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

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Y/N struggled to hold tears back as she sat on the couch, completely rigid and perched on the end of the cushion. Hermione sat on the couch beside her, a book open in her lap. “Where is he,” Y/N asked, her knee bouncing nervously. “He should be here by now, shouldn’t he?” She turned to look at Hermione, who glanced calmly up from her book.

“When has he ever walked into this room before curfew?” Hermione pointed out, letting her eyes fall back down to her book. Y/N nodded, rubbing her palms against her pants, looking around the room in search of anything to ground her from the rising panic as she let herself imagine what Fred was doing right now. Her mind instantly pictured Fred’s hands-on Mallory’s waist, his lips moving against hers.

“Hey, L/N,” She was jolted from her painful imagination. Looking up, she saw Alicia Spinnet striding through the portrait hole. Y/N smiled at her, not being trustworthy friends with Alicia (because she tended to gossip), but friends none-the-less. “Some Mallory girl is practically hanging off Fred out there.” She jerked her head in the direction of the closed portrait. Nodding, Y/N looked back at the lit fire, watching the orange flames licking against the stone. Flames always reminded her of Fred’s hair.

“Thank you for telling me, Alicia, that’s what I want to talk to him about,” She thanked her classmate, standing from the couch, her posture still just as rigid. “If you’d excuse me, I have an important talk to have with Fred,” She started to move to the portrait slowly, taking deep breaths to calm herself. “Hermione, could you come with me?” She wondered, looking back at her friend.

Closing her book, Hermione stood from the couch as well. The book landed against the wooden coffee table with a small thump before Hermione started her way towards Y/N. “I would, but I think this is a conversation you need to have with him alone. I’ll be right in here for you when you’re done, however,” She reassured, wrapping the nervous girl in her arms. “You can do this, just remember what you really deserve.”

“Yeah, okay, what I really deserve,” Y/N nodded back, pulling away from Hermione’s embrace. “I can do this,” She breathed out, storming through the portrait before she could even overthink. The corridor was practically empty aside from a few students scurrying towards their Common Rooms before the patrolling professors could catch them. “You can do this, Y/N,” She reassured herself, spotting the fiery red hair that used to set off a storm of butterflies in her stomach. This time, the only thing the sight did was make her want to throw up and cry. Stopping in her tracks, she took the scene in, preparing herself so nothing could take her by surprise this time. Fred stood there, his face glowing in laughter as he and Mallory talked. Mallory’s arms draped around him as they both leaned against the brick wall. Gulping, Y/N tried to keep her heart from shattering long enough for her to be hidden away in her dorm. “Fred!” She called, finally returning to her body.

Fred looked up at the call of his name, their laughter silenced in the surprise of an interruption. “Oh, hey, Y/N/N,” Fred’s face fell from the look of pure joy as Y/N walked over to him. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if the sparkle in his eyes actually did dull when they landed on her. “What did you need?” He wondered, not making any move to pull himself from Mallory’s grip nor push the girl away from him. Instead, Mallory’s body remained flush against Fred’s side, but now his arm being wrapped around Mallory’s waist was clear to Y/N.

“I was, uh-” Y/N’s confidence and concentration dipped as her eyes focused on Fred’s freckled hand on the small of Mallory’s back, the same way he used to hold her. Clearing her throat, she looked up at Fred’s face, his tall figure towering over both girls. “I was waiting for you in the Common Room since dinner, even George had come in ten minutes ago to work on some inventions,” She told him, jabbing her thumb behind her in the direction of the portrait. “Said he didn’t know where you had run off to.”

“Oh, sorry, Mal had this brilliant idea for a prank on Snape and we just lost track of time I guess,” Fred shrugged, sharing a look with the giggling girl pressed to his side. Y/N forced a tight, painful smile on her lips, her heart throbbing as she watched him gaze down at her, the twinkle appearing again. “We pulled it and ran so fast, then we just started to talk, but now that you’re here, do you want to hear about it,” Fred asked Y/N, directing his eyes back to her. Her smile grew even more fake and painful, and it was nowhere close to meeting her eyes - she could feel that. “It was bloody brilliant!”

“Yeah, uh-” She nodded, bringing her hands in front of her to play with her fingers, her head dropping to look at the floor when the smile became too painful to fake. Kicking the toe of her shoe against the stone floor, she cleared her throat, looking back up at the pair, the smile unable to appear again. “You already said how brilliant it was, but I’m sure there have been greater pranks in the history of Hogwarts, I mean James Potter was here for seven whole years with Black and Lupin so-” She let her anger and hurt bubble up, the rant had tumbled out of her mouth with full intent in insulting Mallory. “But that’s beside the point,” She shook her head, her eyes shifting to the floor in hopes that it took the pair a while to work out that what she had just said was meant to be spiteful. “I actually would like to talk to you, Fred.”

“Go on then.” Fred nodded his voice tense. Y/N swallowed thickly, finally looking up. When her eyes caught on Fred’s tall figure, she instantly knew that he had caught on much sooner than Mallory had to her little dig and he was not pleased.

“Alone.” She clarified, her tone firmer, telling Fred that they were having the conversation whether or not Mallory was there, it was just preferred for her not to be.

“I’ll see you in the Common Room, Freddie?” Mallory asked, her hand resting on his chest, their eyes meeting. Y/N’s stomach churned and she feared that she would actually be sick right there in the hall.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be too long,” He nodded, releasing her. It was silent as they both watched her walk towards the portrait a few meters away. The sound of her shoes slapping against the floor bounced off the wall. Once she disappeared into the Common Room and The Fat Lady swung shut, Y/N turned back to face Fred who had pushed off the wall. “What’s going on?”

“What is going on, Fred?” Y/N snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, quite frankly offended by how he dared to ask her what was going on as if it wasn’t painstakingly obvious.

“Excuse me.” He blinked.

“What is going on with you and Mallory? What’s going on with you since I haven’t talked to you in two months.” She bit back, narrowing her eyes at him. Now that Mallory was gone, there was no use in Y/N trying to play nice, especially not with how Fred had treated her lately.

“Nothing is going on between Mallory and me, she’s my friend-”

“Friend? You call how you two have been acting being friends,” She cut him off, bewildered how he could dismiss their actions and relationship to friends. “Well bloody hell, I guess I should crawl into bed with George since we’re friends and all, maybe I’ll even hang off him and ignore my boyfriend for weeks on end. Since, you know, that’s what friends do with each other and all.” She ranted.

“What are you going on about, Y/N?” He questioned, his brows furrowing as if he had no idea what she was talking about. His step towards her echoed in the empty corridor, but her sliding away from him reaching out to grab her bicep was silent. A flash of hurt crossed his face before a look of confusion took its place.

“Well, that’s what you and Mallory have done, at least those are the things that I’ve seen. The majority of the time, you two are off doing Merlin-know-what on top of the late-night sleepovers and the special conversations,” Y/N could hold back all the pent up hurt and bitterness from flowing out now that she finally could express it to the person who caused them. “And here you are, finally having a conversation with me after two months and you’re playing dumb.”

“I’m not playing dumb, I honestly have no idea what you’re on about!” He defended himself, his eyes wide and his hands moving around frantically. Y/N scoffed, not believing it for a second.

“You expect me to believe that? You expect me to believe that you have no idea why I’m mad right now? Why I feel so hurt?” She pressed.

“Yes, because I absolutely have no clue,” He insisted wildly, earning another scoff from Y/N paired with an eye-roll. “Besides, I should be the one mad right now, you were just completely rude to Mallory right there and for what?” He pointed an accusing finger at her. Y/N’s jaw fell in shock and offence at his accusation as she breathed out another scoff.

“For what? Maybe because she is the reason you were ignoring me, she was in your bed the other night with your arms around her like they were supposed to be around me. Maybe because you two are definitely more than friends while you’re dating me. Maybe that’s why I was a little snippy with her.” Her chest burned with anger as her concoction of uncertainty, heartbreak, and hurt finally boiled over, spilling red hot anger throughout her veins.

“You’ve gone mad if you think that Mallory and I are anything more than friends-”

“She was in your bed, Fred! She was in your bed, your arms around her, your bodies flush against each other, that’s not platonic or friendly cuddling! Not to mention how I’ve been pushed aside since that Hogsmeade trip,” Her voice rose, becoming hoarse as she tried to keep herself from yelling. “I was convinced that it was just friendly until I found her in your bed. You can ask anyone, hell; even ask George and Hermione, they tried to make me see that nothing about you and Mallory said ‘just friends’ but I was the girlfriend who had too much faith in their complete ass of a boyfriend,” She continued her rant, not even registering the shocked and suddenly angered Fred trying to cut in. “Merlin, I was so stupid-” She cut herself off suddenly, going silent. “No, wait,” She paused, eerily calm. “I’m not the stupid one,” She paused again. “I deserve better,” She muttered under her breath, the sound barely meeting Fred’s ears. “You’re the stupid one, Fred Weasley.”

“You’re mad! You have gone completely mad from the jealousy! You’re seeing things, conjuring things up in that bloody whacked mind of yours all because I’ve started to split my time between you and another girl who isn’t Hermione or a girl from the Quidditch team?” He accused her.

“No, no, you do not get to call me mad, Weasley! Especially after all the shit I put up with these past two months,” She boomed, her voice shaking the empty corridor. The portraits all watched with weary eyes as the couple bickered, whispering among themselves about what was going to happen, wagering bets. “I put up with so much shit and I am done. I am done with you and there is no way in hell that you’re pinning this on me by claiming that I’ve gone mad! You’re the ass who ruined this, own up to your bloody actions!”

“I would own up to my actions if I had done anything wrong!” He argued.

“I’m done,” She threw her hands up in the air, shaking her head as her body shook with anger. “I am completely, one hundred percent done with your shit, Fred Weasley,” She continued, her voice shrill as she unravelled. “You’re back down to one girlfriend again, but this time it’s not me. Have fun with Mallory, your friend.” She sneered, flicking her fingers in quotations when she spat the last word at him. Turning on her heel, she ignored the shocked gasps and frantic whisperings of the paintings as they talked about witnessing the fall of the supposedly strongest relationship in Hogwarts. They had never thought that they would see the day where Fred Weasley wasn’t with Y/N Y/L/N (and, quite frankly, Y/N didn’t either), but yet here they were, watching as Y/N stormed off into the Common Room, leaving a stunned and seething Fred in the darkening corridor as the sun finally sank over the horizon of rolling Scottish hills for the night.

At the sound of someone storming into the Common Room, Hermione jumped up from the chair she had occupied as she glared at Mallory in disgust. Mallory also perked up as she sat on the couch, her fingers tangled together. “Y/N,” Hermione rushed to gather her book from the coffee table as Y/N continued to storm right through the Common Room. Hermione ran between the couch and the coffee table, managing to get a good “accidental” kick to Mallory’s ankle. “Did you do it? What happened?” Hermione questioned, panting as she tried to keep up with her furious friend and rattled all her questions out.

“I broke up with him, yes,” She told her. “I told him about him ignoring me and basically cheating on me and he denied it all! Called me mad!”

Hermione gasped, grabbing Y/N’s forearm to halt her on the spiralling stairs to the female dormitories. Y/N turned to face her, one foot on a step higher than the other, her back facing the tightly curved wall. Hermione stepped up to stand in front of her, her eyes wide in shock and outrage. “He called you mad?”

“Yeah! Said I was mad with jealousy and I was making everything up in my ‘bloody whacked mind’!” She quoted him. Hermione scoffed as they both started to climb the stairs again.

“Bloody git-” She cut herself off. “Wait, no! He’s much worse than a git! He’s a complete and utter arse!” She cried.

“That’s what I said, just less polite than you,” Y/N told her, opening the door to her dormitory. “I just want to go to bed, could you stay in here? I don’t think I can be alone right now.” She looked to Hermione who gave her a sympathetic look.

“Of course I can stay.” She whispered, reaching a hand up to rub up and down her bicep comfortingly. Y/N gave her a weak, thankful smile as they stared into each other’s eyes, Y/N finding comfort and warmth in Hermione’s brown eyes.

“Thank you ‘Mione, I would usually go to Fred when I feel sad or can’t sleep alone, but I guess I can’t do that anymore so-” She cut herself off with a sign, entering the room. Hermione silently followed her in, Y/N’s roommates, cluing in quickly. Alicia shared a look with Angelina and the others, sneaking another peek at the down-trodden girl moving through the motions of getting ready for bed, flashes of shock and anger in their eyes.

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At first, after the break-up, Fred was convinced that Y/N was absolutely bonkers for assuming that Mallory was anything more than a friend, his anger towards her suggestion and accusations not letting him actually process that he had lost her nor his actions. It had been a few weeks following Y/N’s outburst when it had finally sunk into him that she was gone. “Snape was harping on me so much in class this morning, he yelled at me for ten minutes for putting the Frog Eggs in the wrong spot so I put bat spleens in his display cauldron to ruin his potion-” Mallory rambled on about her potions class, her arms looped around Fred’s arm, her body flush against it as he stood in the corridor, watching as the students all walked around, wondering to their next class, having a bit of a break between classes this hour.

He wasn’t listening to Mallory, instead, he was focused on Y/N as she talked lowly to George. Her books pressed to her chest tightly, George’s clasped in his hand that swung by his hip, his free hand brushing against Y/N’s robes due to their closeness. The pair didn’t realize they were headed straight for Fred and the babbling Mallory, their heads turned towards each other as they were locked in their conversation. It was Y/N who saw Fred first, her eyes widening and her heels digging into the stone floor. George stopped suddenly, confused as to why she had stopped talking and walking. Fred watched as his twin followed Y/N’s fearful look to spot him looking back at them. Wordlessly, George pressed his free hand on Y/N’s shoulder, steering her towards the other side of the Corridor to pass by Fred.

“Are you listening to me, Freddie?” Mallory asked, shaking Fred’s arm as she gazed up at him with furrowed brows. Fred looked down at her, noting how she was basically hanging off of him. Looking up and craning his neck to look for his brother and Y/N, he noted that they were now stopped, talking by a wall. Y/N was leaning against the wall, her books still pressed to her chest, George had a comforting hand on her shoulder, his posture hunched to both block Y/N’s view of Fred and to speak comforting words to her. That was friendly. A small light popped on in his brain as he took in their position and compared it to his and Mallory’s. Pulling himself away from Mallory, he put some distance between them.

“Um, no, sorry,” He told her. “I have to go talk to someone real quick, see you sometime later,” He suggested, not giving Mallory any time to respond before he was darting down the corridor in search of the person who was among the people who wanted nothing to do with him but had all the answers he needed. Shoving through the clumps of people, he earned a few odd and dirty looks, but he paid them no mind as he searched for the trio. “Granger,” He called, spotting the bushy hair of his brother’s friend. “Granger!” He called again, running up to her.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry all turned at the call of Hermione’s last name. Harry and Ron looked shocked to see one of the twins running up to Hermione. “I suppose you’re Fred and not George since George is with Y/N right now.” Hermione bemused in an unimpressed tone, her eyes hardening at the sight of the panting Fred.

“Wait, why is George with Fred’s girlfriend?” Ron wondered, pointing at his brother.

“Because Y/N broke up with Fred,” Hermione snapped at Ron. “Honestly, Ronald, did you even listen to me this past month?” Hermione huffed as she shook her head. Ron shrugged sheepishly, sharing a nervous look with Harry who also had no idea about the recent split.

“Must have fudged up really bad for her to break up with you, she was mad-” Ron was cut off by Hermione throwing an elbow into his stomach with a scathing look. “In love with him. I was going to say she was mad in love with him,” He breathed out, his voice strained with pain. “Bloody hell woman, that was the third time this week, what is with you and people calling Y/N mad lately?” He questioned, rubbing his stomach where Hermione had hit him, leaning heavily on Harry who eyed Hermione wearily.

“Fred knows.” Hermione quipped, giving Fred the dirtiest look she could muster. Harry glanced between the older redhead and Hermione before looking at Ron who had yet another stupid remark festering in his mind.

Before the comment that would surely land Ron another jab to the gut could slip past his freckled lips, Harry stood him straight and started to steer him towards one of the benches that lined the main corridor. “Come on, Ron, you look a bit peaky, best sit down over here for a minute.” Harry pushed Ron down onto the bench, the pair of them watching Hermione and Fred intently.

“So what do you want?” Hermione pursed her lips, eyeing Fred in disgust. Casting a glance down the hall Fred spotted Y/N and George still talking by the wall, being able to spot his brother’s tall stature and red hair from yards away. Thanks to his height advantage, he could also spot Y/N in the sea of students.

“Was she right all along?” He asked nervously. Unsure if he should be hopeful that she was wrong or that she was right. Hermione sighed, looking through a parting of the crowd that exposed Y/N and George to them. Looking back at Fred, he could see the general displeasure she held in her eyes for him.

“If you’re here asking me that question, then don’t you think you already have the answer?” She posed the question, drumming her fingers on her books she held to her chest. Fred let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as he fully came to terms with what he had done to Y/N. His heart weighed heavy, his mind becoming a void of any thought.

“I suppose you’re right,” He snuck another glance towards Y/N only to see her and George moving through the crowd away from him once again. “Is there a way I can fix this,” He asked, looking back at Hermione to see that she was also watching Y/N walk down the hall. The bright witch turned her head back to eye Fred, debating if she should help him or not. “Please, just tell me anything that can help me fix this, I cannot just let her walk away-”

“She thinks you fell out of love with her,” Hermione cut him off abruptly before she could talk herself out of helping the grovelling red-head in front of her. Fred snapped his mouth shut, his eyes wide as he cocked his head to the side slightly, obviously unsure of what she meant. “She’s not sure if you cheated on her, but she definitely thinks you fell out of love with her,” Hermione continued, but it did little to help Fred with understanding how he could attempt to fix his mess. Hermione rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh as she shifted her weight. “First of all, you can stop hanging around Mallory. You might not realize it, but she’s not innocent in this. Next, give Y/N space then talk to her when she’s ready.”

“When do you think she’ll be ready?” Fred questioned hopefully.

Hermione shrugged, shaking her head lightly, the corner of her mouth tipping up in an attempt at a sympathetic smile, but she could barely muster up enough sympathy for Fred to make it believable. “I have no idea,” She admitted. Fred opened his mouth to ask further questions, but Hermione started to walk away, still facing him. “I’m sorry Fred, I don’t have any more answers for you, you’ll just have to wait it out,” Fred only managed to get a sound out before she was talking again. “I’m sorry, but I have to get to class.” With that, she met back up with Ron and Harry, the three of them scampering off to their next class and leaving Fred standing alone in the sea of students all bustling around him, talking happily.

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Fred took Hermione’s advice to his heart, waking up every morning reminding himself that all this waiting would (hopefully) be worth it in the end when he could make everything up to Y/N. It had been a few months, long enough for the snow to melt away, leaving dead grass in its place, since Hermione told him what to do, that same day, he cut contact with Mallory. He could tell that Y/N noticed the absence of Mallory in Fred’s life, making hope grow within his chest. “Hey, George,” Lee sauntered up to the twins as they sat in the great hall, eating dinner. Most of the Gryffindor table had cleared out, leaving only some patches of groups along the grand table. “Angelina just told me about this party that the Sixth year girls are throwing, it’s apparently for Y/N or something, something about her receiving an internship offer for after school or something,” He tried to remember why they were throwing the party. “Anyway, you should come! There is a list of a select few people from other houses that can come, but practically all Gryffindors are allowed!”

“Reckon I’m not invited.” Fred sighed, pushing his left-over food around his plate with his fork, suddenly losing his appetite. He pushed his plate away in a fit of discouragement. This whole giving Y/N space wasn’t all great, he still got discouraged, especially when her dormmates cook up a plan like this to make Y/N mingle with other guys. Lee gave Fred a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry, Freddie, forgot for a moment,” Lee felt bad for even mentioning it in front of Fred, but at least he wasn’t blind-sided when he tried to get into the Common Room. “Anyway, I best be going, I’m the entertainment. Maybe you might be able to get in to talk to her a bit later, I know she’s planning on staying sober, the other girls, not so much so you’ll be able to slip past them. Just tell them you’re George - they won’t question it.” Lee patted the table twice before leaving the Great Hall, the twins watching as he left.

“Listen, Fred, I don’t have to go if you want me to stay with you-”

“No, no,” Fred cut him off as the wheels turned in his head, formulating an idea. “She’s your friend and you should celebrate with her. Besides, Lee just gave me the perfect way to try talking to her! It’s been, what? Four months and two weeks since we broke up? I reckon it’s about time to at least try to talk to her.” He came back with a burst of confidence. George had doubts about his brother’s plan, but he wasn’t given a chance to air them before he was up and out of the Great Hall.

“Here we go,” George sighed, leaving his plate and following after his brother. He rushed to fall into step with Fred’s brisk walk. “Fred, do you really think you should try to talk to her about you blowing her off for another girl when she’s trying to celebrate good news? And if you do, do you honestly think doing it now is the best option?” George quizzed, looking over at his brother’s determined face, taking in his side profile.

“I’m not going to do it right now, I’m going to find Granger to help me figure out what I’m going to say,” Fred disclosed proudly, pausing before he turned down one of the back corridors, using his intricate knowledge of the school’s passageways to get places faster. “And yes, I think it’s a brilliant idea, dear brother of mine.” He smirked at George, his eyes sparkling with hope. George gulped, running after Fred who was striding down the dark corridor already.

“Fine, if you’re doing this, I’m helping you. That way, you can turn to Hermione if this doesn’t work out.” George bargained.

Fred clicked his tongue. “Georgie, Georgie. This will work out, it’s all in the mindset!” He exclaimed, his voice echoing off the arching stone ceiling and walls of the corridor. George let out a breath, shaking his head as he grabbed Fred’s arm, halting him.

“Just listen, okay,” George ordered him, his hands coming down on Fred’s shoulders seriously. “This is what you’re going to do-” He launched into an intricate plan as Fred listened to every word he spoke.

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As Fred stood outside the Gryffindor Common Room, his stomach clenched, twisting as a weight settled on his chest. For months, he had imagined talking to her again, telling her everything that was floating around in his mind, but now that the time came for him to do it, he doubted whether or not she’d even give him the chance. “Hey,” George laid a comforting hand on Fred’s shoulder, making him look over his shoulder at him. A soft smile appeared on George’s face. “I am sure she’ll hear you out at the very least.” He reassured Fred before uttering the password to the Fat Lady.

As the Fat Lady swung open, they were hit with the volume of the room. The Common Room was full of people talking over each other. Laughter and drunken yells leaked out into the echoing stairwell, echoing around. Quickly, Fred and George climbed through the portrait hole, entering the party. “Do you see her?” Fred called to George over the loudness as he scanned the room. People filled every inch of available space, creating a thick mass that was impossible to pick one single person out of.

“Yeah, she’s over by the window! Go straight and you’ll find her,” George pushed Fred in her direction, making him nearly knock into a group of drunk Hufflepuffs. “Remember, if any of the girls see you, you’re me!” He called as a warning, earning a thumbs up from Fred before he disappeared into the crowd, his red hair bobbing over it being the only way George could track him.

Fred felt his lungs constricting, almost as if they were solidifying, making it hard for him to breathe the closer he got to the window. It was all too real, the realization of the fact that he could no longer imagine what Y/N will do. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling in his stomach, but the second he laid eyes on her, it was like he was floating. He stood there, just on the outskirts of the crowd, stunned by her. The moonlight streaming in through the grand window made her glow like an angel as she gazed out at the star, deep in thought. Fred couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She quite literally took his breath away, he couldn’t imagine how she could ever think he was falling out of love with him when he felt like he was falling in love all over again whenever he saw her. “Y/N!” He called out to her, startling her as he strode towards her.

“Fred,” She squinted, shocked to see him approaching her. Fred tried to focus on what he had set out to do, but he couldn’t help imagining how it felt when they were together. Her in his sweater, her laughter bouncing around the room as he tickled her sides, the feeling of her soft lips against his. He had barely realized that he had made it to the window seat and sat down across from her until she tapped his thigh with the toe of her shoe. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her bent legs and resting her chin atop of her knees.

“I came to see you and to tell you that I am sorry,” Fred articulated, his eyes never leaving hers. She wanted to pull her eyes away, but it was like a magnetic pull, he could tell. Swallowing thickly, Fred continued. “I am sorry for not listening to you and calling you mad, especially since you were right,” He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head at his own stupidity. Y/N stayed silent, taking in the sight of Fred’s face as she waited for him to go on, clearly knowing that he had so much more to say. “You know, I cannot believe that I was so blind and stupid to miss something like that, even when so many people pointed it out to me beforehand.”

“You’re not stupid, Fred-”

“Yeah, I am,” He maintained. “And I may be stupid, but I’m not stupid when it comes to how I feel about you. You might think that I was falling out of love with you, but you have no idea that every time you smile at me, glance at me or even walk towards me, I fall for you all over again, and each time, I fall a bit harder,” His voice was strained from the amount of emotion seeping out of him. “I know, trust me, I know that that won’t make it up to you because I treated you horribly, but I cannot let you think for even a second that I fell out of love with you because I never will. I’m just a stupid git who messed the best thing about him up.” He couldn’t contain the emotions anymore, tears leaking down his freckled cheeks, shining silver in the moonlight.

Y/N lifted her chin from her knees, her own eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “I didn’t know that, but I know the feeling. Even after I broke up with you, every time I saw you, I couldn’t help but love you and it hurt so much,” She squeezed her eyes closed, warm teardrops sliding down the sides of her face. “And I have no idea how you felt these past few months, but I know that I missed you to the point where I could barely get out of bed.” She hiccuped, trying to keep her cries down so she didn’t draw attention to the pair, unaware of George and Lee watching from across the room.

“I felt the exact same way, Y/N,” Fred assured her, shifting closer to her on the bench, so close that the toes of her shoes poked into the side of his thigh. “The only thing that made me get up and live was the thought of eventually getting to talk to you again, to see you, to hear your voice. After Hermione gave me hope that I could fix this, I never gave up even when I was convinced that you would never give me the time of day.” Fluttering her eyes open, she felt at ease from how close Fred was to her.

“You hurt me, Fred. You ignored me and had another girl in your bed. I get that you love me, but I cannot forget that you had her in your bed.” Y/N sniffed, pulling away from him. He sighed sadly, feeling hurt that she pulled away from him, but he could see why she did it.

“I know I hurt you and I will never forgive myself for that, but you have to know why she was in my bed those nights-”

“There were more nights?” Y/N’s eyes grew wide, her mouth falling open in shock.

“Yes,” He admitted dejectedly, before raising his pointer finger to make a point. “But the only reason I let her in my bed was because she said that she had nightmares, come to think of it, she never told me what they were about, she just said nightmares, but I couldn’t just leave her in case she did have nightmares,” He revealed, Y/N sighed, knowing that he was right. If George had come to her with a nightmare, she’d do the same thing. “You also have to know that it wasn’t her that I was thinking about as I fell asleep, you were always my last thought at night and my first thought in the morning.”

“How can I trust you?” She whimpered. Fred’s eyes softened, wanting desperately to hold her close to him to soothe the hurt even though he knew he was the one who caused it.

“You just have to listen to your heart, see what it thinks,” Fred’s voice broke slightly, his voice catching in his throat when he realized that George might have been right about the first attempt of smoothing things over not going great. “See if your heart trusts me,” He watched her as she stewed in her silence, thinking it over. “You can curse my name, tell me to fuck off, anything you want, but just let me know where you’re at, please. I need to know if you’re still mad at me because I never meant to hurt you. I just need to know.” He pleaded, his voice wavering with built-up tears clouding his vision.

“I-I-” Her eyes stared off to the side, lost in her thoughts as she tried to listen to her heart. Fred watched with concerned eyes as she slowly straightened her back and tucked her legs criss-cross in front of her. “I think I want to try again, but slowly and with ground-rules.” She whispered. If Fred hadn’t been so close to her, he wouldn’t have been able to make out the words. Fred let a few more tears slip as the corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile.

“Really?” He asked, breathless. Unintentionally, the pair leaned closer to each other, their eyes locked in a conversation.

“Really.” She confirmed with a slight nod of her head. Across the room. George and Lee let out breaths of relief, celebrating as they watched the pair. Not far from the window, hidden in the mass of people, Mallory also watched.

“I don’t want to rush you, but could I kiss you?” Fred wondered, not letting his eyes dip down to the soft lips he missed so much. Y/N rolled her lips together, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she tried to hide the smile, but Fred noticed it along with the light dusting of pink on her cheeks.

“Yes, you can kiss me, Freddie,” The sound of his nickname falling from her angel lips nearly made his heart stop beating, but he didn’t let that stop him from closing the distance to lock their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss. His large hands landed on her thighs as they both leaned heavily into each other, relishing in the feeling of their lips pressed together like puzzle pieces once again. George and Lee couldn’t help themselves as they let out boisterous hollers of celebration, making the pair pull away and spot the two boys jumping up and down, easily being spotted over the large crowd separating them. Y/N laughed at the two, leaning against Fred’s shoulder slightly as she did so. While her eyes were on their two friends, Fred couldn’t take his eyes off her as his chest felt like it was going to explode with happiness and love. Hermione’s excited ‘yeah’ coming from a short distance away from Y/N and Fred where she was standing with Ron and Harry shocked Y/N as she connected the dots. “They planned this in a way, those sly gits!” She exclaimed in shock.

“Bloody hell! And to think George and Lee made me think this was my idea!” Fred proclaimed, sending Y/N into a giggle fit.

“Hermione planned this party and made Angelina think it was her idea!” She giggled, making Fred laugh along with her, the two lost in their own world yet again.

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I Wanna Know What It’s Like (f.w.)

A/N: So, I am going to start making new Masterlists and today I was supposed to start them, but I’ve had this idea for an imagine in my head for weeks now so I am writing it instead. I also couldn’t choose who to write this for so I’m doing multiple variations of this for different characters and stuff. I decided to do Fred first bc my other Fred imagine was really sad so this is a way to make up for that unnecessary sadness.

I am also testing out a new scene divider, idk if I’ll like it, but we’ll see! This is a repost bc the tags weren’t working the first time a posted which was upsetting and I really hope that they work this time. This is another repost (last one for a while if this one doesn’t get any feedback or the tags don’t work).

Anyway, Enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Inspo: The Tik Tok audio for Let’s Be Friends by Emily Osment, links to the song below so you don’t have to search for it like I had to 😂

- The song the Tik Tok audio is cut from - Slowed version I found and really like

Warnings: None except making out I guess. Some NSFW hints and thoughts. Like downright sinful thoughts. Hints towards a kinky reader? (Is that even a warning? And is wanting to be completely railed a kink? Is it?)

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Y/n couldn’t seem to pull her eyes from the red-head seated next to his identical twin. The pair of them sitting farther down the Gryffindor table than Y/n and her friends. The hall was silent as all the students were working on their essays, being monitored by Snape, but the greasy Potions Master nor the rules silenced the twins - them having found a loophole that let them annoy the largely hated Professor. There was a rule about no talking, but he couldn’t punish them if they never spoke actual words, could he? From where she sat, she could hear their loud grunts and hums from their wordless conversation with each other.

She didn’t understand the sudden fascination with the Weasley boy. It confused her since when she had left Hogwarts last year, she found him annoying, but alas, once she laid eyes on him for the first time this year at the Welcoming Feast, something had changed. She definitely couldn’t pin-point it to save her soul. Maybe it was the fact that he had grown his hair out, but then she’d also be attracted to his twin since he had done the same. Could it have been that she finally developed her attraction to bad boys? Was she looking to spice up her dating life since her past boyfriends had been quite lackluster with their golden-boy attitudes? Whatever it was, it made her question her sanity since this was Fred Weasley she was talking about. The same boy who decided it would be funny to throw a large Dungbomb into her dorm in First Year. She had stunk for a good two weeks along with the only other girl that was in her room at the time.

“L/n,” The monotone drawl of Snape made her feel like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her - which she was thankful for since she could sense her thoughts for the red-head were about to take a steamier turn. Gulping, she slowly turned her head to look at the scowling man donned in black. “I suspect that you’re done your essay already since you certainly do not look like you’re working on it anymore. Didn’t take you to be too keen about potions based on your unsuccessful potion brewing.” His voice was slow and sharp, showing that he was not in the mood to even be pleasant to Gryffindors.

“Almost, sir. Just a bit distracted. Sorry, Professor.” She shrunk under his hardening glare, realizing that he probably didn’t want her to answer his statement.

“Five points from Gryffindor for talking, L/n.” Snape sneered making Y/n’s jaw fall in shock. Her eyes stared up at him in disbelief. He was the one who talked to her first!

“But I was just-”

“Another five points from Gryffindor, need I take more?” Snape asked in a threatening tone, his frame seeming to grow and tower over the girl, intimidating her. She gulped, shaking her head nervously, remaining silent. She might not be someone who thought things through before acting, but she certainly did learn from her mistakes - usually after the second time. With a nod and a flick of his long cloak, Snape stalked along the table, glaring at the Weasley twins as they continued on with their nonsense, pushing his buttons as he waited for the moment one of them slipped up. Huffing as she casted one last glance towards Fred, she couldn’t help letting the question slip through her lips.

“When did he get hot?” Her eyes widened when she realized she muttered the words out loud. Her friends looked up from their own essays, snickering at the red-faced Gryffindor. A few other Gryffindors looked up at the girl in confusion, but she noticed that her quiet voice hadn’t reached the students near the Twins. She let out the breath she held, thinking that she was safe from embarrassment from Fred hearing and Snape hearing, but her false sense of security was yanked out from under her.

“Another five points from Gryffindor, Miss L/n!” She cringed, peeking up to see Snape glaring at her from the middle of the Great Hall. A groan emitted from her before her forehead fell against where she thought her pile of parchment and books were only for it to thud against the wooden table harshly. She didn’t react, only hissing and scrunching her face in pain but otherwise keeping her head down.

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Saturday was the day of relaxation. Where you ignore all your problems like the load of homework you had due on Monday. The day was designed for this, putting everything off and worrying about it on Sunday when you had a pile of work that needed to be done in the single day. Y/n was the queen of blissful Saturday ignorance which is why it was so surprising to see her sitting outside, staring blankly at the lake (at least they thought it was the lake) as she clearly worried about something. Her friends, in turn, ended up breaking their Saturday tradition to worry about their friend.

In reality, Y/n wasn’t staring at a wall and she really wasn’t worried about anything. As her and her friends sat under the shade of a large tree, the Weasley Twins were tossing something into the lake. She was sure they were up to something, but that wasn’t on her mind. What was on her mind was the fact that she was still trying to figure out why she liked Fred Weasley. She had figured her feelings for the boy when she saw him flirting with some random Ravenclaw Prefect to create a distraction for George to slip past the Prefect and place their product in her bag that sat on the floor by her feet. Before realizing what the two masterminds had plotted, she felt a wave of unfamiliar anger flaring in the pit of her stomach - something she later diagnosed as jealously.

Her thoughts were definitely clouded with steamy thoughts that could be the contents of a dirty movie. As her eyes scanned over the tall boy standing at the shore of the lake, laughing mischievously with his twin, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was different than her past experiences. He was a flirt, he talked a big game, but when it got down to it, did he really know how to please her? Did he know how to make her scream louder than she ever has? Would he be scared to hurt her or would he not think twice to push her into the mattress and completely destroy her? “Y/n!” Her friend shoved her, making her almost topple over. Snapping her once glazed-over eyes to her friend, she saw her friend group blinking at her expectantly.

“What,” She asked, clearing her throat when her words came out too high to be played off as normal. The friend that had pushed her shared a concerned look with the others before looking back at the wide-eyed girl whose cheeks had become tinted with pink when she retraced her thoughts. “What do you want Cami?”

“We were talking about Cedric and asked you a question-” Another friend, Alyssa, popped into the conversation. Cedric, Hogwarts Heartthrob and Golden-boy. When Y/n broke up with Roger Davis, they were sure her and Cedric would pair up, they were the most attractive students at Hogwarts, they would be the power couple - it must have been destined. Y/n was even convinced that they would end up dating this year, but once she caught sight of Fred, that all went out the window. She wasn’t entirely convinced that it was entirely the oldest twin’s doing since when Y/n saw Cedric on the platform before boarding the train, she questioned what all the fawning was about. Sure, he was attractive, but he was too good. If she had dated him, she’d probably end up bored of the relationship just like the others.

“Repeated it ten times, too.” Her Hufflepuff friend, Sophie, spoke up.

“We wanted to know when you guys were going to get together? Word has it, Cho and him have been talking, you might want to jump on him when you have a chance! Ask him to the Yule Ball!” Cami regained control of the conversation. Y/n shrugged, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by her other friend pointing off towards the lake.

“Look! Janet Green is going to ask Fred to the Yule Ball,” Alyssa exclaimed in a hushed, gossipy voice. Y/n instantly looked towards the lake to see the same Ravenclaw Prefect Fred flirted with approaching the snickering twins. “I heard she’s been plucking up the courage for days. Poor girl, hope he says yes. It’d be awfully embarrassing to be turned down after it’s all she’s been talking about!” She gushed in a fake sympathetic tone. She lived for drama and gossip, no matter what Fred answered, it’d be good for her since she’d be able to spread the news.

The group watched, Y/n hoping that Fred would say no. Janet started to talk, nervously playing with the ring on her pointer finger as she talked to him, George watching with a playful smirk on his face still. Y/n took in the younger twin’s form, seeing his shoulders shaking ever so slightly with smothered laughter, the smirk on his face saying that he knew the answer his brother was going to give. Y/n furrowed her brows as he obviously enjoyed the situation his brother was being placed in. “I can’t watch this-” Sophie gasped, being cut off.

“Be quiet, they’ll know we’re watching!” Alyssa hissed at her, whacking her with the muggle magazine her mother sent her. The snap of the magazine resulted in George flicking his eyes up to the group, all of their eyes widening, but his smirk just grew more and they could clearly see a sparkle in his eyes when he noticed Y/n staring intently down at the group. They could all see that his eyes stayed on her for a solid second, singling her out before he sent her a knowing wink before he looked back at his stammering twin.

“That,” Sophie breathed out. “Did not go well, poor girl.” She finished with a real sympathetic sigh.

“Yeah,” Alyssa let out a fake sigh before smiling brightly. “I’ve got to go tell Alicia Spinnet, she owes me ten sickles!” And with that, she scrambled up and was running towards the castle.

“Alyssa, no! You’ll embarrass the poor girl further!” Sophie gasped, chasing after her Gryffindor friend. Cami watched the two runoff, but Y/n couldn’t be bothered with them. She was too busy trying to decode what had just happened. From her thoughts to George’s wink. It was all like a secret code. She watched closely as George poked fun at Fred once the embarrassed Ravenclaw was far enough away. She hummed, noticing George trying to discretely point towards her as he tried to convince Fred of something. She could see Fred’s hair blowing slightly, the flaming hair looking smooth. Suddenly, her mind was clouded once again, imagining how it feels to have him press her up against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, their lips locked together in a heated kiss, their tongues invading each other’s mouth, her fingers tangled in the locks of fire-

“What are you doing, Y/n,” Cami asked, snapping her out of her daydream. She looked over at her friend to see her with furrowed brows. “You were,” She paused, looking disturbed by the next word she was going to say. “Moaning, I think?” She wasn’t even sure what Y/n was doing. Y/n would have normally flushed in embarrassment, but it seemed like her mind had a different plan. She wanted to know what the big deal about Fred Weasley was about. There must be something about him that she wanted, why else would she be plagued with these curiosities? She can’t even look at the guy without suddenly wondering something about him. She wanted to know how his lips tasted, to know if his hair was soft, if her fingers could glide right through his locks without getting caught on any tangles. She wanted to know everything her mind was wondering.

“I’m going to go get answers, that’s what.” She told her friend, making Cami more confused as she stood up, her eyes on Fred and George. George, seeing that Y/n was storming her way over, looking like she was on a mission quickly told his brother who seemed to freeze before turning around to see that his brother was telling the truth. After a second of shock, he plastered his normal smirk on his lips, but Y/n could see the nervousness in his eyes. She had studied that smirk since the beginning of the year after all.

Cami watched in shock and confusion as her friend marched up to Fred, standing in front of him. The tall boy looked down at her, his smirk still on his face (looking normal to her) as Y/n craned her neck to look at his face. “Hey, Fred.” Y/n smiled, completely unsure of how she was doing this. Her inner self was having a complete meltdown, her brain being overridden with confidence.

“Hello, Y/n.” He perked an eyebrow at the girl, feeling her confidence rolling from her, a stark difference from Janet a mere few minutes ago. She hummed, a smirk that she didn’t even know she could produce stretching onto her face. It was like she wasn’t even in control of her body, she was being driven by her sheer attraction to the boy standing in front of her.

“Let’s be friends so we can make out,” She came right out with it, Fred’s smirk falling as he nearly choked on his own spit, taken back by her statement. “You’re hot, I wanna know what it’d be like. We can go to the Yule Ball, sneak away to make out in a dark hallway,” She shrugged, her eyes glistening with the normal flirtatious sparkle Fred held in his. “Don’t you wanna know what it’d be like to make out with someone who has only been with good guys? Show me the wild side?” She stepped closer to him, her hand skimming his hip as she did so, her hip bone hitting just below his hip due to the height difference.

Fred was silent, his pupils completely blown as he processed what was going on. Her confidence faltered slightly, but she then remembered all the flirting tips she had read in Alyssa’s magazines. Walk away, leave them wanting more. She picked the dropped confidence up, adding more onto the surge she was miraculously given somehow. “If you want to take me up on the offer, you know where to find me.” She rolled up onto the balls of her feet, pressing a soft kiss to the skin close to Fred’s mouth while still being able to say it was the cheek before spinning around and sauntering back towards stunned Cami. It took everything in her to fight against her inner self that wanted to die right there not to drop the smirk, hoping that he’d come after her once he got over his shock.

The hand wrapping around her wrist didn’t surprise her, she almost knew it was coming. In a swift movement, she was whirled back around, facing Fred who panted slightly, a flirty smirk on his face as he gazed down at her. “I think I’ll take the offer,” He hummed, his eyes dropping down to look at her lips, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip hungrily. “You and me, the Yule Ball and a dark hallway, see you then.” He pressed a kiss to the very corner of her lips, regaining his confidence before releasing her wrist and walking back towards the lake where his brother smiled proudly. She watched him, the corners of her lips feeling the aftershocks of having his lips touch her. Cami walked up to stand beside her, looking at Fred and George as well.

“Guess you’re gonna need to get a really sexy dress now,” She commented, nodding absentmindedly. Y/n hummed in agreement, stunned that it had worked and that she had actually just did that. “Now I know why you’re a Gryffindor,” She added on before grabbing Y/n’s arm and dragging her back to the castle. “Come on, we need to make a list for possible dresses and Alyssa owes me the ten sickles Alicia is giving her.”

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pappydaddy · 3 years

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tolerate it (p.w.)

A/N: I got tolerate it done! I have been wanting to write this one since I started this collection and I am so happy to have finished it this is one of my favourite songs from Evermore! I also somehow had this take another course while I was writing this and I accidentally connected it to another fic I am writing for this collection (evermore) so I have altered evermore's description to fit it. I just felt this chemistry as I was writing these characters and it just kinda happened. I also thew in a little easter egg relating to ivy in there - I just couldn't help myself because the opportunity was right there.

I want to let it be known that this is not Percy slander, it is just how this fic ended up. Percy is very career driven and he also cares about how he looks and his image and that is shown in this fic.

Anywho, I know there are a lot of people out there waiting on requests and they are coming, just very slowly. I have not had much time to work on writing because of school, but I will get your requests out eventually! However, I hope you lovelies can enjoy this in the meantime💛!

Paring: Percy Weasley x Fem!Reader, a bit of Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader (too much chemistry to deny honestly)

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

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Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15

No Voldemort AU, no corrupt Ministry (other than everyday corruption. NOT PERCY SLANDER, JUST CHARACTERIZATION (EXPLAINED ABOVE)

Warnings: Loneliness, breaking up, sadness, angst.

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*I COULD NOT GET A GIF - I AM SORRY BUT THERE are ABSOLUTELY NO PERCY GIFS AVAILABLE TO ME😭*

The sound of silence swirled in the room with the dust that floated in the golden rays of sunlight. For something so present in her life these days, Y/N was still not used to the painful silence. She sat on the cushioned couch in Percy’s study, a book laid open on her lap, her hands folded, her back straight. She never used to sit like that, she always thought people who did look like they were always trying to hide something. But, then again, she never used to think she’d be sitting in the same room as her fiancé while feeling like she was millions of kilometres away from him. She lifted her eyes slowly, trailing over the beautifully crafted hardwood floor, over the red and gold rug (that matched the decor of the room), they danced along the dark wood of Percy’s desk. They finally stopped when they landed on his flaming red hair as it shined in the afternoon sunlight. Her head lifted as she studied him. Hunched over his papers, he scribbled furiously. “Percy, dear,” She cleared her throat when her voice came out more mousey than she expected. Percy hummed, not lifting his head from his work. “I was thinking we could go to town today, shop around for some more things for your brother’s visit?”

“Why? Charlie will be fine with everything we have in the guest room.” Percy grunted, dipping his quill in the ink-pot. Y/N pursed her lips, setting the book on the cushion beside her.

“Well, maybe we could get different soap for the ensuite? Maybe some relaxing candles, stuff so he can draw himself a bath,” She suggested, folding her hands back in her lap. “I’m sure he will be tired from coming all the way here from Romania. He’s not used to England time anymore.”

“Charlie doesn’t need all that, besides, it’s not like he’ll have time to relax. Once he’s here, we’ve got to get right to work,” He shook his head as he read over the new paper in his hands. “We’ve got lots of work to do,” He paused, his eyes finally looking at her, but only to flick over her seated form. “You would understand if you were still working.” He jabbed.

Y/N nodded, rolling her lips as she let the comment slide off her back, not thinking too much about his quip, just like she did with the others. “Well, we should still get him something nice, welcome him into our house.”

“I can’t go to town, Y/N, I have to get this done. You can go if you think it to be so important.”

“But I thought it would be nice to go together. It is a beautiful Saturday and those aren’t due for another week-“ She tried to explain, but the sound of Percy angrily throwing his quill against the table cut her off, startling her.

“I can’t just run off to town on a whim. Now if you can’t sit in here quietly then you can go read in another room or something, I don’t care what you do as long as I can get some peace and quiet.” He exploded, gesturing his hand aggressively towards the closed door to his study. She silently looked at the door.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” She whispered, grabbing the book and raising from the vision, remembering the lecture Percy had given her last time she didn’t put her book back before leaving a room. On her way to the door, she gently laid the book on one of the built-in bookshelves, not even looking at it. Instead, she kept her eyes forward, not wanting to look at Percy as he bowed his head back down to scribble on the paper. The door opened with a creak as Y/N slid out into the large and empty hall. Softly, she rested her weight on the door till it shut. Heaving out a sigh, she let her head fall back against the beautifully crafted white door, the identical one beside her jiggling when the other locked into it with a click.

Living with Percy was not what she thought it would be. When she was just a naive schoolgirl, they talked of having a decent house with a cozy feel, the rooms filled with laughter and the warmth of family, nights spent by the crackling fire with hushed voices and tender touches. The memories of the daydreams she had looked like a fairytale, conjured up from the mind of a foolish girl who thought happy endings were real. Now, she was alone in this grand house, the rooms and halls feeling cold with the only sound being the echoes of her footsteps. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself off the door and made her way to get ready to go to town.

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The melody of classical music filled the room as it was bathed in the orange and pink hues of the setting sun. Y/N sat in the armchair by the fire, watching the flames licking the stone, the black smoke swirling up into the chimney. Percy sat in the chair across from her, a book open in his hands, his head bowed low. Many nights in the Common Room were spent like these, Percy’s nose in a book as they sat by the warm fire. It looked almost the exact same as those nights to anyone else who had witnessed them, but Y/N could tell the difference. Now, the fire felt just as cold at the space between them, gone were the soft touches, the stroke of Percy’s thumb against Y/N’s hand, the feeling of his side pressed against her side, the comfortable silence. Y/N missed it all, but the thing she missed the most were the glances that left her smiling and blushing while a storm of butterflies raged in her stomach. Now, she just sat watching him read with his head low, noticing every little thing he does and doesn’t do.

“Percy,” Charlie’s gruff voice spoke, speaking over the cracks of the fire and breaking the verbal silence. Percy looked up from his book, his eyes not even glancing at Y/N in their path to look at Charlie entering the sitting room. Y/N softly turned her head to look at Charlie who took a seat on the empty couch. “I just thought of something that we should talk about in tomorrow's meeting.” He informed him.

“Just one second, Charlie,” Percy interrupted him before he could continue, his finger in the air as he turned his eyes to Y/N sitting across from him. She already knew what he was going to say before the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Y/N, would you excuse us, we have to discuss business and you have no need to be here while we do that.” He finally spoke to her for the first time since dinner. She nodded, standing from the chair and smoothing the back of her dress.

“She doesn’t need to go, the house is far too cold for her not to be near a fire and there isn’t one made anywhere else but my room.” Charlie insisted, catching Y/N’s forearm as she went to walk by the couch, heading for the grand archway leading to the dark hall.

“Nonsense, she can make one with her wand in the bedroom,” Percy waved him off. Y/N bit her bottom lip, looking back at Percy. “What are you looking at me for? You know how to start a fire, I know you’re two years younger than me, but they still taught you the same things as they taught me in Hogwarts.”

“I know how to do it, but I can’t. My wand broke when I slipped on ice in town a couple of days ago, I haven’t been able to run to Diagon Alley to get it fixed yet, remember?” She reminded him meekly, not wanting the same reprimanding she had received when she had told him the first time. Percy tutted, rolling his eyes as he remembered, gently closing the book still in his hands and setting it beside his leg, sticking into the gap between the cushion and the armrest of the chair.

“Ah, yes, I remember now. It’s laying on your dresser snapped practically in half. How many times do I have to tell you not to take your wand when it is icy out? How many wands do you need to break before you realize that,” He lectured as if she was a child. “Very well, wait outside the doorway and I’ll come to start a fire for you.” He heaved out a sigh, beckoning her away with a flick of his hand. Nodding, she went to walk away, but Charlie had not let go of her, instead, he tightened his hold, keeping her in place.

She looked down at him, her lips parted slightly in shock as he glared at his younger brother before looking up at her. “You can just go in my room while Percy and I talk then I will come get you and we can go and start a fire for you in your room.” Charlie informed her in such a way that told her she was not going to argue with him. Nodding silently, she pulled her arm free from his now loose grip and exited the room as it fell silent with tense air between the brothers, her heels clicking on the hardwood and the cracks of the fire being the only sound.

They must have waited until they couldn’t hear her heel clicks anymore before starting to talk since she didn’t hear a single sound coming from the room as she walked down the dark hall, the only light coming from the flicking flames of the candles lining the hallway. She sighed, pushing Charlie’s door open and slipping to the room. She didn’t even notice how cold she was until she stepped into the warm room, she relaxed into the warmth, closing the door behind her to trap the heat in. Making her way over to the armchair stationed in front of the roaring fire, she watched the flames just like she had done in the other room, thinking. All she did was sit in silence, try to live alongside Percy without messing up and making him lecture her. She didn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand how this Percy was the same Percy who stayed up late in the Common Room to talk to her about the scars of her past and soothed each and every one of them, laying soft blankets over the barbed wire of her heart so she could escape and finally love.

She jumped slightly when the door creaked open. Startled, she looked up to see Charlie walking into the room, closing the door behind him again. “Sorry to startle you, I didn’t know you were so deep in thought.” Charlie apologized, sitting in the other armchair across from her.

“It is okay, Charlie,” She told him, moving to stand but he held a hand out to signal her to stop. Obeying him immediately as if he was Percy, she settled back in her chair, sitting posed with her hands folded delicately in her lap, nervous as to why he seemed so stern, assuming she was going to have to listen to another lecture. “Are we not going to start a fire in the master bedroom?” She asked quietly when he didn’t answer, only dropping his hand back to his thigh with a slap, shaking his head.

“No, not yet. I want to talk to you first.” He told her.

“Oh-” She trailed off, her eyes casting down to the rug under their feet before back up at him, confused. “About what? If it is about getting Percy to mention something in the meeting for you, he doesn’t let me talk about work with him-”

“It’s not about Percy, not entirely,” He cut her off, leaning towards her with narrowed eyes as he studied her. She gulped, leaning away, unsure of what he was doing. “You’ve changed,” He mused, leaning back in the chair after concluding his study of her, his eyes still burning into her as she shifted. She knew she changed, it was not hard to tell that she has changed. “You used to stand up for yourself, make yourself known. You were never the doting housewife type of person, but yet here you are, being treated like a child by your fiancé. Why?”

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to the floor. “People change. Percy is so mature and wise, he must be right so that means I should listen to him, he knows best.” She whispered, not believing a word she said. Percy was mature and wise, much older than her, but she knew that he was not right about how he treated her.

“I don’t believe that, but it’s late and you should get some sleep,” He stood, prompting her to stand as well, hurriedly as if she would be scolded for not being prompt enough. “I excused myself from the meeting tomorrow and I am taking you to Diagon Alley. So you have to be up, we are spending the day there and eating supper there as well, which gives you a break from the house chores and Percy commenting on how dirty the plates are or how you set the table wrong, or your cooking. Might even swing by and visit Fred and George’s shop, must have lots to talk to you about, those two.” He told her as he walked to the door, her following behind him silently.

“What about Percy, is he still holding the meeting? He must be mad about you cancelling on him.” She asked nervously as he led her through the darkened halls, the candles having been extinguished, the only light coming from the winter moonlight streaming in through the grand windows.

“He got an urgent letter from the Ministry, he had to leave immediately for an emergency, probably be gone tonight and most of tomorrow.” Charlie told her, opening her bedroom that she shared with Percy.

“I hope everything is okay, it must be very important for him to be called away at a time like this.” She commented, shivering as she stepped into the room that seemed to be even colder than the frozen hall.

“Nothing to worry too much about, I am sure it is just a vermin issue and he has to try to contact someone to tend to it. I think he muttered something about Flesh-eating slugs actually,” He didn’t even look at her as he flicked his wand at the fireplace, igniting the wood that laid stacked in it. Something about how he spoke told her that he wasn’t telling the truth and Percy hadn’t been called away, instead, having stormed off to the office. He pocketed his wand, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of the room, the glow of the fire lightning it. “I will leave you this to sleep on,” He paused, walking to the door while still looking at her. “The sanctuary is looking for a new magizoologist with an extensive knowledge in herbology.”

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Y/N walked out of Ollivander’s with her new wand encased safely in the box which was in a bag dangling from the crook of her elbow. Charlie walked out behind her, letting the door fall shut after they said bye to Ollivander. “Okay, now that you’ve got your wand, let’s pop into the Twin’s shop.” Charlie suggested, pointing to the brightly pained shop with the giant, animated man. She looked up as she slipped her knotted coin bag back into her pocket, taking in the shop.

“Sure I haven’t seen the shop in a while. I just never have time to come here. Not with all the chores I have to do around the house.” She shrugged, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her travelling cloak.

“What on earth does my brother have you doing that takes up all your time?” Charlie questioned as they started to slowly make their way down the crowded street, taking their time and enjoying the feeling of walking through the snowy alley. Y/N shrugged again, her eyes looking down at the snow-covered cobblestone, the white fluff packed into the cracks of the cobblestone.

“I mostly clean around the house, but I have to do it a certain way, if I do not, I end up having to listen to Percy’s comments about how much he tolerates.” She told him as they neared the front door of the joke shop, Charlie pulling the door open, letting her go in first as he scoffed at her comment, but he didn’t say anything. Y/N ignored Charlie, looking around the busy story, watching as fireworks whizzed around, ducking as one came right at her head.

“Let’s see what Fred and George think of how he’s treating you,” Charlie hummed, gently leading her farther into the shop so that he could close the door, cutting the cold winter wind off. “There’s one of them now.” He pointed to the tall ginger who was talking to a young customer, nabbing a product from the top of the tall shelf. Before she could protest, Charlie was walking around her and approaching the twin with long strides.

Scurrying after him, she caught up just in time for the twin to turn around, the child scampering off elsewhere to browse. “Ah, Charlie, my dear brother. To what do we owe the pleasure of you gracing our shop too,” The twin exclaimed, a feeling of joy and fun surrounding them as they spent more time in the store. “And Y/N, the future Mrs. Percy Weasley. Good to see you, Madam.” He bowed to her extravagantly, making Y/N looked around the shop with reddened cheeks, hoping nobody saw his little show.

“Hi, George,” Y/N greeted, recognizing the voice. Appearance-wise, she had a hard time telling them apart, but as soon as they talked, she was able to pinpoint just which twin was in front of her without fail. George nodded at the greeting, standing right as Fred wandered over to the group leisurely. “Fred.” Y/N greeted him first, his hands in his pockets, making his suit jacket flare out, being a picture of laid-back.

“Good morning, Y/N,” He nodded to her before nodding to his older brother. “Charlie. What can we do for you today?” He posed the same question his twin had, looking between the pair he never thought he would see grace his shop together. Charlie shrugged, looking at the shelf next to him, poking a box.

“Just popped in to take a peek and get your opinions on a topic we were just discussing,” Charlie told them, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets, looking back to his tall brothers. “Percy.”

“And what about our dear brother?” Fred asked, rolling onto the balls of his feet then rocking back onto his heels. Y/N shook her head at Charlie, fairly annoyed with his mission. She knew everything he was saying, they were all thoughts she already held in her head, but how could she leave Percy after all the love that they held for one another. That love had to still be there, it couldn’t just disappear suddenly.

“Has Y/N changed in the past two years?” Charlie blurted out, confusing the two pranksters in front of him, making them share puzzled looks before looking at Charlie again.

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with Percy?” George wondered.

“Look, yes, I have changed, but Percy has to still love me,” She directed the comment to Charlie, leaving Fred and George to look at each other, questioning what was going on. “All that love couldn’t have just disappeared. We love each other and while life is not how I pictured it, I do not see why I have to do anything to change it. If Percy thinks life should be like that, then he must be right.” She expressed.

“Tell us, Y/N, what life had you pictured?” Charlie asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he instantly knew this would win the argument for him. Y/N shrugged, thinking, her eyes drifting around the store as she thought back to the visions she fell asleep to. The stories she thought would be a reality, but now know that they were just fairytales of a naive girl.

“I guess I always pictured Percy and I sitting on a couch in front of a warm fire, him reading a book out loud. We would share soft touches as we both relaxed after a long day at work. The house would be warm and lively, heated by our love for each other as we did daily activities together like cooking,” She paused, her eyes dancing along the ceiling as fireworks fizzled out overhead. She watched the once bright colours flicker and sputter before going out, leaving a trail of grey smoke swirling into the air. “He would do great things in the Ministry, building up the Wizarding World and I would be making strides in the Magizoologist field,” She sighed, looking back at the three men. “But I guess, somewhere along the way, now he’s building his career and I am just sitting at home, trying to make sure everything is perfect for him all the time.” She trailed off, hanging her head as she thought it through.

“Personally, I don’t see how your life now can compare to the life you pictured.” George spoke up.

“Of course it is incomparable, but life never goes as planned. What I wanted and what I am supposed to have are two very different things,” She agreed. “Besides, it’s not how the world works, I am just naive and childish, Percy tells me that all the time.” Fred shook his head, pointing between himself and his twin.

“No, no. We are childish, you were never naive and childish. You had dreams and an idea of how you wanted your life.” Fred told her, oddly wise and serious for him. George nodded along, silently agreeing. Huffing, Y/N’s tongue flicked out, swiping along her drying lips. Glancing at Charlie, she saw him looking at her, a look in his eye telling her to believe them. She found herself trusting his eyes, staying locked in his gaze until she came to her senses and darted her eyes back to the ceiling.

“It isn’t too late to have your dream life, Y/N,” Charlie spoke softly. Y/N could feel his eyes on her still, but she ignored it and continued to look at the ceiling where fireworks once were zooming around, darting towards the shelves, fizzing and sparking with beautiful colours. “You just have to talk to Percy if you always pictured him in your life. You can have the life you pictured, what you want and what you are supposed to have are not two different things.” He told her.” She listened to his words. She could do it. She could remove the painful dagger he had jabbed into her dreams and pull it out if she had to.

“I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, looking back over at Charlie who smiled at her, proud that she had finally listened. She found the corners of her lips turning up into a smile as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders and chest. Just then, pops and fizzes were heard overhead, making her look up, seeing the bright colours swirling around the ceiling before each of them whizzed off elsewhere in the shop.

“Well, that means it is a new hour-” Fred started, looking up at the new fireworks speeding through the store, dodging one that almost hit him.

“Lunchtime.” George finished, also gazing at the fireworks.

“Well, we best be heading to lunch, we’ve got lots to discuss and do today,” Charlie nodded to his brothers who started a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would take their lunch first. “I’ll see you at Y/N’s and Percy’s tomorrow night for the family dinner before I leave?” He asked them, earning nods and a frustrated grunt from Fred when George beat him in the first game.

“See you guys.” Y/N waved as they started a new round. Charlie and her turning around to make their way out of the shop, walking back out into the bitter cold. Y/N couldn’t help but let her destined conversation with Percy weigh on her mind.

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Y/N collected the dirty plates as Percy talked to Bill about Ministry business, the others having migrated to the living room after Y/N had denied help, the only one who insisted passed her stubbornness and actually forced her to let him help was Charlie who took it upon himself to clean and put the dishes back. “Here, dear, let me take those into the kitchen for you.” Molly marched back into the dining room, hands out ready to grab the stack of dishes from Y/N.

“You do not need to help, Molly, you are our guest, I am more than capable.” She insisted politely, adding another plate to the stack. It was one of their fancier sets, not that any of their sets weren’t fancy, but these ones were the more expensive set that they used for family gatherings.

“Nonsense dear, you can’t take all of these dishes without your wand. I’ll clear the table and you can go search for it.” Molly waved her hand at the young woman, forcefully grabbing the stacks of plates from her hands.

“Did you lose your brand new wand already?” Percy asked her, cutting off his conversation once his mother was in the kitchen. Y/N looked to him, shrinking back under his judgemental gaze, folding into herself as if she was a child being scolded.

“I had it in the bedroom while I was getting ready, I left it on the bed to go into the bathroom, but it was gone when I got back,” She explained, but he just huffed, rolling his eyes at her, muttering under his breath, clearly embarrassed she had been so foolish in front of his family. “I honestly think it got wrapped up in the sheets, I am sure I will find it when it is time to go to bed.” She spoke up.

“I am very sorry for her immaturity, Bill,” Percy apologized. “Y/N, could you go wait in the kitchen while I finish up with Bill then I’ll call you back in.” He told her. Nodding, she bowed her head, walking through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Molly and Charlie looked at her, but she simply waited outside of the doorway, trying not to listen to Percy and Bill talking.

“What are you doing,” She jumped when Charlie appeared beside her, his present startling her. “Sorry,” He apologized, drying his hands on one of the dishtowels as the dishes continued to watch themselves in the sink, Molly leaving the room to get more dishes from the table. “But what are you doing?”

“Waiting for Percy to be done, he wants to talk about me losing my wand,” She told him. Charlie groaned, tossing the towel to the counter messily, giving her a look. “I know, I know,” She muttered, knowing what he was thinking. “I need to talk to him, but I am not talking to him right before a huge family dinner nor am I talking to him while you’re here.” She told him, turning around as he walked farther into the kitchen, starting to put the dishes away as they placed themselves into the rack after drying themselves.

“That means you’re going to talk to him tomorrow after I leave, right?” He asked, not noticing Fred and George walking into the kitchen in search of more food, the pair stopping to listen to the conversation.

“Yes, at some point tomorrow I will talk to him. For now, I can survive this treatment for another night, besides, I want to put the conversation off because what if it’s the end of Percy and I? Am I really ready for that possibility? What if there is still love buried under this mess?” She worried, watching as he moved through the kitchen to place the dishes back, having already figured out the layout in the short time he was there. She was amazed at how quick he was to adapt to change.

“I guess then that is the difference between the life you picture and the life you are meant to have, there are things that just do not work out because they are holding you back from your dream. If this conversation is the end of you and Percy then it is the end.” Charlie shrugged, stopping what he was doing as the dishes started to lag behind. She hummed nervously, twisting her fingers as she shifted.

“Y/N, could you come in here for a moment?” Percy called to her. With one last look shared between her and Charlie, she turned, nearly bumping into George in the process, not realizing he was in the room. He smiled down at her, moving out of her way as Fred wandered up to Charlie, patting him on his back.

“You and I aren’t that different, are we Charlie-boy? Both trying to break up engagements.” He spoke, but something told Y/N she was not meant to hear that.

“I’m not trying to break up with engagement, Fred, that’s ridiculous-” She couldn’t hear what else Charlie was saying as she walked into the dining room again, spotting Percy sitting in the same spot, his hands folded on the clean table in front of him, Molly walking into the kitchen, smiling as she passed her, clearly unaware she was going to be lectured by her son.

“Really, Percy, I know where my wand is, I just didn’t have enough time to actually look for it in the sheets.” She told him, taking a seat at the table, a few spots down the head he sat at, his cold eyes on her. She gulped, shifting in her seat as she folded her hands in her lap, angling her body to look at him better.

“You couldn’t have told me you lost your wand? I could have found it and spared us being embarrassed in front of my family,” He questioned, exasperated. “You know, I know I saw this a lot, but I really do tolerate so much from you. Please, for the love of Merlin, next time think about how we appear to others before you tell people that you lost your brand new wand. I mean, how clumsy are you? First, you break one and now you lost one.” He shook his head, standing up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

“I really am sorry, Molly was asking and I couldn’t lie to her,” She insisted, standing up herself. “Where are you going, is this the end of the conversation, I don’t even get to defend myself?” She asked as he walked towards the archway leading to the hall. He paused, looking over his shoulder at her.

“I have to go do damage control so that we are not the laughing stock of the family. Why don’t you go and work on the dishes with Charlie?” He suggested in a way that told her to just listen to him. Not wanting to put him into a worse mood than he already was, she obeyed, making her way back into the kitchen where Charlie worked at putting the dishes away again, the twins had left, obviously taking the hallway back to the sitting room.

“Hey, I know this might not be the time, but I just realized that I might not be able to return for Christmas again this year so I wanted to take this opportunity to say Happy Christmas to you.” Charlie said when he heard her walking in, looking over his shoulder as he placed a glass back into its spot.

“Happy Christmas, Charlie.” She returned the festive greeting solemnly, making Charlie give her a concerned look before deciding not to ask any questions, clearly seeing that she was too wrapped up in her head to listen to him pester her. Instead, he went back to putting the dishes back, glancing at her every few minutes.

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The house had returned to its normal silence once again, leaving Y/N sitting alone in the sitting room, waiting for Percy to get home from the Ministry. She twisted her fingers together, staring at the flames in the fireplace, heating the room. Looking up as she heard the door to their house opening, she stood, rushing through the sitting room to look out into the hall, seeing Percy shrugging off his cloak and setting his briefcase down. “Percy,” She spoke softly, gaining his attention. He hummed, looking up at her as he untied his shoes. “Could you come in here a moment, I have to talk to you about something.” She asked him rather nervously.

“Of course, just a moment while I change my shoes, I don’t want to track snow into the house,” He told her, grabbing another pair of shoes to slip on. She nodded, ducking back into the sitting room and making her way back over to the sofa, taking her spot back. The thought of this conversation being the end of her relationship with him weighed in her mind, but after spending the day all by herself for the first time in a week, she realized how it already felt that it was over between them for the longest time. She wasn’t able to think too much about it anymore as Percy walked into the room, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them, trying to warm himself up. “What do you need to talk about?” He asked her, standing in front of the fireplace, holding his hands out to it.

“I want my dream life,” She blurted out, not giving herself a chance to chicken out. Gulping, she watched as he glanced over his shoulder at her in confusion. “I want to go back to work and I want to know if you still love me.” She continued, throwing the plan she had rehearsed for this conversation out the window.

“Of course I still love you-”

“Really? Because it seems to me that I am just a burden that you tolerate and I should not just be tolerated, I should be celebrated and shown love, but all you do is make comments and roll your eyes as if I am a child,” She ranted, the words just pouring out, easing the pressure she didn’t know she had weighing down on her chest. “I want to be loved and appreciated, not banished to doorways and shooed out of rooms. I want to be able to live, I want to be relevant in someone else's life, I want to make a name for myself, not just making it into the footnotes of your success story,” She paused, looking lifting her eyes from the floor, looking at him to see him fully turned towards her, his mouth hanging open as he blinked at her. “And I so desperately want to know that there is still love between us because you were who I imagined in my perfect life. Please,” She choked on unshed tears, feeling the tell-tale lump in her throat, blocking the words from leaving her mouth. “Please tell me that this is all in my head and that there is a flame still burning in the depths of this darkness.” She pleaded, a few tears slipping down her cold cheeks.

She was silent, the only noise coming from her were the sniffles as she tried to not let out the sobs and cries she was holding back. He stayed silent as well, his eyes stuck to the floor under his feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. A sob slipped past her lips as she realized what the silence meant, but part of her didn’t want to believe it. “If you don’t tell me it is possible for us to love each other still, then I will have no problem taking this dagger you jabbed through my heart out, leaving the idea of us bleeding out on this coffee table if that meant I could have my dream life,” She was fully prepared now to leave him, to dump the weight of him off her shoulders. “Believe me, Percy Weasley, I can do it if you do not tell me that I somehow got this all wrong,” She gave him another opportunity to speak up, to fight for her, but he remained silent, still not lifting his eyes to meet her. Just then, she knew that she could not deny it anymore and her heart shattered with the force compared to the killing curse, breaking into millions of little, tiny pieces as she realized that there was no more love and he was just tolerating her to save face. “Well, I guess this belongs to you again,” She whispered, pulling the engagement ring off her finger, gently laying it on the clean coffee table, standing up. “I already had my things ready in case this happened so this is goodbye, Percy.” She kept her eyes on him, hoping that he would lift his eyes from the floor finally and tell her to stay, that he did love her still, but he didn’t. He remained just as silent and cold as the house they were in. He gave her no other choice but to walk out of the room and walk out of this life, now free from the dagger in her heart and the weight of him crushing down on her, free from him only tolerating her.

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A/N: So, this isn’t as long as the other fics, and there might be some parts that are a bit bare, please bare with me (get it? No? Alright then..). This was a bit tedious to write is I would admit, but I wanted to get this out there. I am still working on requests so all my lovelies still waiting on requests - do not worry, they are coming (slowly). Anywho, so in this, there is a lot of explaining about what exactly happened in betty and betty (f.w.) part two so it is very important that you read that first since there are parallels in the fics that can only be appreciated if you read those two first. Anyway, I hope you like this one lovelies💛!

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Paring: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader, Fred Weasley x Mallory (from betty)

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No Voldemort AU and no Umbridge AU.

Warnings: Insecurity, angst, cheating (in a way), break-up, manipulation with magic (a spell - close to love potion questionability, but also not?), happy ending for the reader in a way.

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She had admired him from afar for ages, watching as he ran away laughing after he set off a prank, usually a loud bang ringing through the castle afterwards. Gazing at him in the Great Hall as he retold extravagant stories loudly, gesturing around with his hands. Relishing in the rare occurrences of just barely brushing against him as they walked past each other in crowded hallways. Nights were spent awake, imagining him laying in the bed next to her or imagining that instead of Y/N, she was under his arm as they cuddled in the Common Room. It was the fleeting moments that she could imagine that he was waving to her from upon his broom after Gryffindor won a game that kept her going, giving her another surge of hope and happiness.

It wasn’t until that magical night that the years of sleepless nights and vivid daydreams became a reality. She would never forget how the leaves danced in the swirls of the autumn wind outside, how the smell of apple pie and pumpkin muffins wafted through the dungeons from the kitchens. The world-stopping second of seeing his fiery ginger locks sitting grumpily by a pile of soiled cauldrons was single-handedly the best moment of her life. It would forever be ingrained in her mind as the day that Fred Weasley had noticed her. She didn’t even care about Snape’s sneers and monotone insults, she was completely consumed by the fact that she was inches away from Fred and he was talking to her - just her. The night had slipped away from her, a whirl-wind of intoxicating whiffs of gunpowder and spiced apples and stomach-cramping laughter.

From the moment the pair had parted ways, Fred going off to meet George and Y/N somewhere, she felt like she was walking on clouds soaring above the rolling Scottish hills, blissfully unaware of the fact that she could misstep and come hurtling to the cold, hard ground as she made her way to the Gryffindor Dormitories. She could still smell the lingering scent of Fred on her, she could feel the touch of his skin on her hand from when they had accidentally reached for the same cauldron. It was as if he was invisible, wrapping his arms around her as he did to Y/N. She practically danced through the empty Common Room, giddy and completely enthralled. “Mallory, you left your bloody hairbrush on my dresser again.” Not even the snarl of her roommate could pull her out of her daze as she dramatically fell to her bed sighing out warmly.

The whole night was on a constant loop as she got changed out of her uniform, earning odd looks and whispers from her roommates, but she was oblivious to it all. But, as she laid in her bed, twisted in the bedsheets, the curtains drawn shut around her, she found herself wishing and hoping this wasn’t just one of her vivid dreams. Her chest became heavy as her mind spiralled, warping the perfect reel of the night, making her worry that she had made a complete fool of herself. Squeezing her eyes shut, the words began to shout at her, every move she had made being placed under a microscope to be analyzed. She wanted to scream out, to stop the thoughts. Violently shaking her head, she pushed the negative voices out, instead - imagining the same smell of gunpowder and spiced apples surrounding her, imagining his arms wrapping around her as he settled into the bed, becoming twisted in the bedsheets just like her.

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It had been a week since the detention and Mallory’s once happy memory of the night had become infested with monstrous thoughts, riddled with her biggest insecurities outlined. She had been waiting anxiously for him to talk to her, for him to write to her, or even talk to her. Every plan she had made with her friends was cancelled in the hope that Fred would whisk into the room and ask her to hang out with him again, but alas, the only time he had whisked into the Common Room was when he had pulled Y/N away from her friends. She had sat there, watching his back (the very back she wanted to mark with the stain of her lipstick) as he pulled the giggling girl out of the portrait hole. That moment was almost enough to crush the last ray of hope shining from her open-heart, but she held on. Hope had kept her going until now, she had been through years of pining and watching him kiss her. If all that hurt and hope got her one night in detention with Fred, then this hurt and hope should get her farther than just a night where they were forced together.

She kept that thought in her head as she walked through the schoolyard, taking in the last few days of crisp fall air before the harsh winter winds cut through the grounds like thousands of ice shards. The hope was enough for her. It had to be. Just as she had started to contemplate giving up the hope for the second time that day, the glorious sound of his unrestrained laughter met her hat covered ears, making her lift her head from where she had burrowed it into her thick scarf. “Fred,” Her voice called before she could stop it. She wanted to cringe, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him, but also because she hadn’t realized that Y/N was with him, tucked under his strong arm just like Mallory longed to be. Pushing forward, she ended up standing in front of the couple, trying her hardest to not look at Y/N. “Why haven’t you talked to me after the other night? I had a lot of fun, we should do it again sometime!”

“Uh,” Fred paused, blinking rapidly at Mallory. She watched, feeling herself fall into her normal daze as his eyelashes continually kissed the soft looking skin of his cheek. “Time just slipped away from me I guess.”

“Well, we should really do it again, maybe not in detention though.” She suggested, a small laugh slipping out in hopes to appear breezy. Her eyes stayed on him, amazed by the way the setting fall sun looked glowing on his skin.

“Yeah, of course! Maybe we can go to Hogsmeade this weekend, a whole group of us are going together, you can tag along if you’d like?” Fred nodded, a smile on his face. That lop-sided grin and his invitation made her heart flip and flop, a moment of elation washing over her as she confirmed that all the nights of painful hoping did pay off. She could have let out a high-pitched squeal of happiness right there as butterflies stormed into her stomach, but she contained it.

“Awesome, I will totally be there! See you, Fred!” She beamed, practically vibrating from trying to mask her happiness. She could feel the squeal dancing in the back of her throat, eager to escape into the crisp air. Before it could have a chance to slip past her lips, she turned on her heel and rushed up the hill.

“You too, Mallory!” He called back to her, his voice echoing throughout the quiet grounds, cutting through the whistle of the wind.

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Mallory stewed in her thought and worries as she sat in the silent library. Not far from her was a sight that was the most peculiar - Fred Weasley sitting at a library table. His head was bowed over an open book, clearly using it as a decoy as he talked and laughed with Y/N, their eyes sneaking glances at each other as they pretended to do work. “There you are, I thought we were meeting in the Great Hall.” Mallory’s friend startled her as she approached her table.

Blinking at her friend, she tried to rid her thoughts of the red-head sliding a piece of parchment over to his girlfriend. “Oh, I thought I had cancelled the study session-”

“Oh, you did,” Her friend confirmed. “But I won’t accept that because you are cancelling every plan you ever make just in case one of the Weasley Twins decide to give you their attention; I don’t remember which though.” She trailed off, thinking for a moment before shrugging and claiming not to care. Mallory let her eyes trail back to Fred as her friend set her books out and occupied the seat across from her, cutting her view off.

“It’s Fred. Besides, he invited me to go to Hogsmeade with him.” She corrected her friend proudly. Her friend looked up at her, disbelief evident by the rise of her eyebrow.

“He invited you to go to Hogsmeade with him alone?”

“Well no, not alone, with his friends and Y/N, but still,” She deflated before trying to defend herself. Her friend peered over her shoulder at the couple, seeing them making go-go eyes at each other. Scoffing in disgust, she rolled her eyes and faced Mallory again. “I just need a way to figure out how to get my time with him even though she is there.” Mallory sneered, also watching the couple.

“Get time with who while who is there?” Another one of Mallory’s friends bounded up to her table, sliding into the seat beside Mallory.

“Hi, Sarah-”

“Fred and Y/N.” Mallory answered, cutting off her friend.

“Hi to you as well Eloise,” Sarah responded to Eloise’s greeting before looking at Mallory. “Now what about Fred and Y/N?”

“Fred invited Mallory to Hogsmeade with them and their friends and Mallory wants to figure out a way to make sure Fred is paying attention to her and not Y/N.” Eloise recapped, not looking up from her books. Sarah hummed, her eyes lifting to observe Fred and Y/N.

“Good luck with that, I don’t think there is a way to get that man to not pay attention to her,” Sarah commented, sighing romantically. “She looks like the center of his universe, it’s so cute,” She spoke, resting her head on her hand. Eloise gave her a grossed out look before taking a look herself. “Honestly, Mallory, I think you just have to give up on your little crush on Fred, I mean, look at them-” She paused, gesturing to their table. “They clearly love each other. You’re just hurting yourself at this point.”

“Or you could just put a spell on Fred.” Eloise muttered, flicking to the next page of her book obnoxiously. Sarah glared at her while Mallory’s eyes lit up.

“A spell? Seriously? Then she wouldn’t just be hurting herself, but then she’d be hurting Fred and Y/N,” Sarah turned the idea down. She looked at Mallory, seeing the way she had perked up at the suggestion. “Don’t do it, Mal. It’s not right; if he liked you romantically, then it would happen naturally. You’re not just messing with people’s feelings but it’s morally wrong too.”

“Morals mean nothing, that’s what my father says all the time,” Eloise stated. “And all I’m suggesting is a spell that won’t interfere with his feelings but would buy Mallory some time with him.”

“It’s still wrong, he wouldn’t be able to make decisions clearly. Wouldn’t you rather him hang out with you willingly and not because of a spell?” Sarah pointed out, chewing her lip nervously.

“Look, it’s just to get them hanging out together, then we can take the spell of him when they have become friends, then whatever happens after that is meant to be.”

“I like that idea-”

“No, it wouldn’t be meant to be. If they are meant to be friends then you wouldn’t have to put a spell on him,” Sarah expressed. “Besides, if you cheat yourself into a friendship with him, what’s stopping you from putting him under a spell so that he’ll date you later? There are things in this world that magic cannot do and making someone love you is one of them.”

“I want to do it,” Mallory told Eloise, earning a sly smirk from her friend. She could feel Sarah’s eyes on her, silently asking her if she was sure, but Mallory had never been more sure of anything before. “I want the spell on Fred, now tell me about it.” Sarah huffed, falling back in her chair.

“Perfect, welcome to the dark side little Mal,” Eloise clapped her hands, closing her book and pulling parchment out of her bag along with her quill and inkpot. “How it’s gonna work is once the spell is placed on him, there will be a magic word that will make him abandon whatever he was doing or going to do and focus on you. For example, if he was going to talk about Y/N, all you would have to say is your predetermined word and he’ll forget about it until much later, like hours later. Understand?”

“So, say if he wanted to spend time with Y/N all I would have to do is say the word and he’d forget and pay attention to me?” Mallory wondered, unsure.

“As long as you’re the first thing to catch his attention after saying the word.”

“What if someone else says the word?”

“Only works if you say it, but you are the one who has to cast the spell,” Eloise stressed before a smile occupied her face once again. “Now, what do you want your word to be?”

“I just want it to be known that I strongly advised you against this and I still do not agree with this,” Sarah interjected. “Just so that you cannot come back and whine to me about not stopping or warning you when this goes south.”

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The Hogsmeade was going just as Mallory hoped and dreamed it would. It was almost as if Y/N, George, and Hermione weren’t even there as she and Fred talked. They were locked in a particularly intense conversation about Quidditch (which Mallory had stayed up all night studying about) as they walked over the freshly fallen snow, the winter season seeming to have frozen everything in sight overnight. Mallory laughed, lightly touching Fred’s arm as she tilted her head back. Fred laughed as well, finding humour in his own story he was telling. “He just laid there until he realized that the spider was on him! I’ve never seen Ron run so fast!”

“Poor bugger.” Mallory laughed loudly.

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on Y/N’s reaction and she wasn’t even the one we wanted to scare, I’ve got to get her to tell you-” Mallory cut him off as he was about to pull away from her and call Y/N over.

“Wait, she freaked out over a prank you pulled on Ron?” She asked, slipping her magic word into the conversation easily. Fred instantly blinked, looking over at her. There was a moment of stunned freezing before his eyes lit up. She couldn’t help but smile at not only his child-like excitement but also how easy it was to imagine that he was hers. The closeness between them, the fact that she could lay her hand on his bicep, they were all helping her fuel her fantasy.

“Pranking Ron is easy, everything gets to him! The real struggle is pranking my brothers Charlie and Bill, they seem to be fearless.” Fred explained, completely forgetting the story he hadn’t finished and ignoring Mallory’s hand on his bicep. Mallory nodded along, laughing and lightly rubbing Fred’s bicep as he told her passionately about the time he and George managed to pull a prank off on Charlie just before he left for Romania. Just as she managed to settle into her fantasy of Fred being hers, she could hear the clearing of Y/N’s throat and the crunch of packy snow under her boots as she jogged to catch up with the two.

“Hey, Fred! Maybe you and I should go and get some Butterbeers and talk a little in private-”

“You are brilliant at pranking.” Mallory talked over her before Fred could even think about replying to her. Y/N trailed off her sentence, assuming Fred was simply ignoring her as he was still in his movements again.

“Fred?” Y/N tried again, her voice was mousey as she whispered his name.

“You’ve got to tell me where you learned your pranking skills,” Mallory added to the conversation, tapping his bicep to draw his attention to her and not to the shrinking girl behind them. She nodded along as he launched into a detailed back-telling of his first prank, making it clear that nobody had to teach George or him how to prank. “Oh, look! Honeydukes, we should go in there!” She pointed, pulling Fred in that direction.

“I could use some sweets,” Fred hummed, pulling the door of the bustling shop open. Mallory did her best to ignore the scolding warmth of Y/N’s tear-filled eyes on the pair as she walked into the warm store that smelt of pure sugar. Fred stepped in after her, looking around the crowded shop to decide where to go first. Mallory hovered around him, waiting for him to move first. “Oh, look,” Fred exclaimed, rushing through the crowd to a fully stalked display. “That worker just put out more Jelly Slugs, these are impossible to get!” He inspected the nearly overflowing jar, knowing that if he stepped away, they would be all gone in a matter of minutes.

“You like Jelly Slugs?” Mallory wondered, stepping up to his side, leaning into him as she also looked at the jar, turning her nose up at the gummy candy, reaching out to flick one as they hung over the side, too big to fit into the jar properly.

“Not really, I’m more of a chocolate person, but Y/N loves Jelly Slugs,” He commented, debating something in his head, looking around the shop and out the windows. “I don’t see her or the others, they’ve must have gone to another shop,” He shrugged, looking back at the candy. “Past few times we’ve been in, there hasn’t been any left, do you think I should get her some?”

“Forget sweets, let’s talk pranks,” Mallory waved her hand in the air, dismissing the topic. Once again, Fred froze, his face blank for half a second before he blinked in confusion. “I noticed the Zonko’s has a sale on, half-price for select products, we should head over there and see what we could get.” She suggested once the cloud of daze passed through Fred’s head, regaining his attention.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

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For two months, Mallory had been in what felt like a blissful daydream and she could only thank a spell for making it happen. Now, she had Fred cancelling dates with Y/N just with an utterance of one word and some convincing. Now, she had Fred. He was basically hers, spending his time talking to her, sitting near her. She was the one he was running away from a prank with, his booming laughter surrounding her as they both came down from the rush pranking gave them. She was no longer watching from afar as he told stories, instead, she was who he was telling them to. Gone were the days that she lived off of accidental touches, her imagination, and vivid dreams. She could feel that he was just within reach of her, she could reach out and finally have him to herself. That was ever apparent as she stood in front of the familiar door to his dorm. The flicking light from the lit torches lining the boy’s staircase made the peeling paint and smudges of gunpowder noticeable, a trait only their dorm had. It had grown to be a normal sight for Mallory. From all the nights of slipping in, seeking the warmth that Fred’s arms gave her. Seeking the confirmation that the feeling of their legs tangled in the sheets wasn’t just her mind conjuring up another fantasy.

Twisting the knob, the chorus of snores met her ears. At this point, she could navigate the room with her eyes closed without stepping on any of the clothes or pranking products that littered the floor. As she neared Fred’s bed, she noticed that the silver moonlight cascaded into the room through the window, hitting Fred perfectly. She had never imagined that he could have been any more beautiful, but this sight proved her wrong. The sight was almost like art, the sheets clumping messily around his waist, exposing his naked torso. His skin glowed in the light, his freckles lightning up like the stars in the sky. His hair was tousled messily yet so perfectly, still ever so bright even though it was hidden in the shadows, untouched by the moonbeams. “Fred.” She whispered, her hands landing on the soft skin she had grown accustomed to, but still, the warm blush overtook her cheeks at the feeling.

Grunting, Fred rolled over slightly, his eyes cracking open just enough to see who woke him up. “Mallory,” His voice cracked, thick with sleep as he rubbed his eye with his closed fist. He let his hand fall back to the bed as he peeled his eye back open slowly, squinting in the moonlight. “Have another nightmare,” He asked, already knowing the answer, after all, why else would she be there. She nodded slowly, keeping up a scared act. Sighing, Fred held up a corner of his sheets, silently telling her to get into the bed. “Want to talk about it?” He asked as she scurried around the bed, slipping into the warm covers next to him.

“No, I just want to forget about it,” She told him, rolling onto her side, knowing that eventually, his arms would end up around her in his sleep. He was a natural cuddler she had discovered, a bonus to slipping into his bed. “I just want to sleep it off.” She whispered.

“You know, Y/N used to have nightmares and it helped her to talk about them. Not saying you have to tell me, just thought it might help you to know you’re not alone.” Fred spoke up after a few beats of silence. Mallory sighed Y/N’s name ringing in her head painfully. For a moment, she felt her guilt start to chew at her stomach as she let herself question if Sarah had been right. Maybe this spell was a mistake. She would never have Fred as Y/N had him and the nagging voice at the back of her mind constantly reminded her that he wasn’t hanging out with her on his own merit.

“No,” She declared rather rudely. She cleared her throat, not moving to look at him. “No, I would rather you tell me about a prank, help me go to sleep and forget my nightmare.” She whispered, the thoughts still weighing heavily on her as he started to tell her about a prank he thought of.

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Mallory was noticing things about Fred. He stewed in his own thoughts ever since Y/N talked to him. It started as long rants (where Mallory wasn’t able to get a single word in) and nights spent pacing, uttering about how Y/N had to be seeing things - had to be mad. Mallory spent those weeks contemplating removing the spell on Fred and admitting to Sarah that she was right, but suddenly, Fred had gone silent. Instead of blaming Y/N for letting her insecurities create a story in her head, he barely spoke now. He barely even listened. He had been so close to her, but now she could feel him shying away from her fingertips.

“Snape was harping on me so much in class this morning, he yelled at me for ten minutes for putting the Frog Eggs in the wrong spot so I put bat spleens in his display cauldron to ruin his potion,” Mallory told him, not noticing his faraway gaze pointed right at Y/N. She clung to his arm as they stood off to the side of the corridor. “It turned this horrid orange colour and I slept like Dragon Dung. The spell filled the dungeon in a matter of seconds and I had just gotten back to my table when the whole thing exploded,” She rattled on telling her story. “Snape instantly knew it was me so now I have detention, but Eloise and Sarah told him that they were in on it too so at least I’m not alone-” She trailed off, finally looking up and realizing that he wasn’t listening. Her heart sank, falling like it was chained to a bowling ball. “Are you listening to me, Freddie?” She asked with a shake of his arm.

He looked down at her, a bit startled. “Um,” He hummed, either trying to decide how he should answer or trying to comprehend the question. “No, sorry,” He deflated, shooting a look over his shoulder. Mallory followed his eyes, spotting Y/N and George through a clearing in the cluster of people. “I have to go talk to someone real quick, see you sometime later,” He rushed out, pulling his arm from her and moving through the herd of students. “Granger!” Was the last thing she heard before Eloise swooped in with Sarah.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asked, adjusting her grip on her stack of books, spotting Fred’s red hair towering over almost everyone. Eloise looked over at him as well, noting the bit of frizzy brown hair she could spot.

“Why is he talking to Granger and why do you look like that,” Eloise turned her nose up upon noticing the sad expression on Mallory’s face. “Shouldn’t you be happy? Fred and Y/N broke up! You’ve got him in your grasps, Mal! The spell paid off!” She cheered, looking between Sarah and Mallory who both looked like they would rather encounter a Werewolf than cheer. Sarah shook her head, nudging her head towards the downtrodden Mallory.

“I think she’s realizing why the spell wasn’t such a good idea in the first place.” Sarah spoke softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it-”

“I get that you don’t want to talk about it, Mallory, but don’t you think it’s time to take the spell off Fred? You’re hurting yourself because you know that he wants Y/N still,” Sarah said in a firm tone, shocking both Mallory and Eloise (who smirked at this new side of her soft-spoken friend). “And on top of hurting yourself, you’ve hurt Y/N and you’re hurting Fred. It’s time to move on from him and it’s time to set him free.”

“Assertive,” Eloise mused, eyeing Sarah with an impressed nod. “Nice,” She clicked her tongue before turning to face Mallory. “I can teach you the counter-spell if you want, but I agree with Sarah,” This earned her a shocked gasp from Sarah. “Oh, don’t act so surprised, I’m only agreeing because Flitwick and McGonagall are onto us; I heard them talking the other day about the possibility of Fred being under a spell.” She disclosed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I honestly do not care why you agree with me, as long as someone else can try to talk some sense into her,” Sarah shrugged, looking back at Mallory again. “You’ve got to learn that spell. End the suffering.” She pleaded, reaching a hand out to grab Mallory’s bicep comfortingly but she pulled away from her reach, eyeing her hand in disgust.

“I need to go,” She sneered but they could see that she was crumbling in front of them. Without another word, she turned on her heel and took off towards the Gryffindor Common Room, not bothering to think about the classes she was going to miss. All she could think about were the swirling thoughts storming her mind. Her conscience told her to take the spell off, that Fred and Y/N loved each other and she had no right to mess with that, but her mind was telling her to continue on, that it would pay off. She groaned, stumbling to collapse onto the couch as soon as she was safely tucked in the Common Room, hidden from all the students who combed the halls. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She yelled at the feuding internal thoughts, her hands gripping her head as she sprung up off the couch - pacing the empty room. Screaming out, she grabbed a pillow from the couch, throwing it violently at the wall before slumping down on the couch, the voices dying down slowly.

The portrait swung open as Fred rushed into the room with purpose. Mallory looked up at the intrusion, gulping since there was only one way this conversation could go. Weeks ago, she was walking on fluffy clouds, looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses on, living out her best dreams, but now she was laying on the hard, cold, unforgiving ground trying her hardest not to cry from the agony of the fall. Blinking, she held back tears while Fred silently sat beside her. “Mallory, we have to talk,” Fred started, his voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet. Mallory swallowed thickly, nodding for him to continue. “Look, you’re awesome and funny, but I think you like me as more than a friend and I think you think we are more than friends,” His words were gentle, just like his voice. He was talking to her as if she were a young child who was infatuated with him, which honestly, she could see why. A reasonable, mature person would never put a spell on someone or try to drive them away from their relationship as she had. “And that is partially my fault because I did not set clear boundaries or notice your feelings for me. I’m sorry I mislead you. I naturally come off flirty with my actions and such, but I am so used to my female friends not having an interest in me so it wasn’t a second thought in my mind.”

“Don’t worry, it’s partially my fault-” Mallory sniffled.

“It’s not though,” Fred insisted, shifting in his seat to face her better. “Your friends pulled me aside just now and told me about your feelings. I should have noticed them sooner. I never meant to lead you on like that.”

“They told you how I felt about you?” She asked, mortified.

“They told me about your feelings to protect you. They overheard me talking to Hermione and they wanted me to know about your feelings before having this conversation with you,” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I think that for now, it would be best if we don’t hang out anymore. It saves you from being hurt since I want to make things work with Y/N again. She needs to know where my heart lies and so do you. I’m sorry, I just do not feel the way you feel, but you will find someone who loves you as you love me. It might not happen right now, it might happen after you leave Hogwarts, but it will happen and, trust me, it is worth finding the real thing. It’s all worth it. The feeling in my chest that tells me that I would do anything for her, the feeling I get when she enters a room that feels like fireworks are exploding in my heart, and when I look at her - I am one-hundred percent positive that the stars twinkle in the sky because she exists, the way the world becomes painted in beautiful shades of gold and yellow and it felt like I was back home with the smell of my mum’s cooking wafting from the kitchen window as I laid in the green grass, basking in the sunlight; those feelings are all worth the wait.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Mallory spoke up. Hearing him talk like that about someone else hurt her to no ends, but she knew that she would only be hurting him if she continued through with this.

“With every fibre of my being.” Fred nodded, earning a sigh from Mallory.

“I guess this is good-bye then.”

“Unfortunately it is good-bye,” Fred gave her a tight-lipped smile. “I really am sorry, Mallory.”

“It’s alright,” She told him even though her heart was being torn into millions of little shreds, settling on the floor around her feet as she spoke. “Really, it is,” She pressed, wanting to believe the words herself. Standing up, she smoothed her uniform out before sending one last glance down at Fred who looked up at her. “Good-bye Fred.” She whispered.

“Good-bye Mallory.” He responded, watching as she walked solemnly towards the stairs leading up to the dorms. She knew how hard it was for him to do that, knowing that he would hurt her by cutting ties, but she also knew that if he hadn’t, they both would end up more hurt.

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The past few months, Mallory had found it hard. She felt foolish for thinking that Fred could ever be hers. It was hard for her to realize that she had lost him, but it was even harder for her to realize that he wasn’t hers to lose. He was always Y/N’s and he always will be. She found herself slowly feeling better as the snow melted into the ground, leaving mud and barely alive plants behind it, but the sting in her heart remained whenever she saw Fred. Before everything happened, she had accidental brushes in the hall, the sight of him walking towards him only to pass her, polite smiles as they met in the hallway, but now she had none of that. Now, Fred stayed away from her. Sticking to the outer ends of the corridor to avoid brushing against her, turning on his heel to go a different route if he spotted her, keeping his head down to avoid looking at her. It hurt her to know that she had gone from having everything to now having nothing, not even the little moments she lived off of for years before.

“You have to take the spell off him,” Eloise demanded, slipping into the seat across from Mallory in the library. Mallory looked up from where she was watching Fred and Y/N talking lowly to each other. “They’re back together, you guys have parted ways. Now take the spell off him or I’ll do it myself.” It was true, Y/N and Fred had gotten back together just shy of three weeks ago at a party. Mallory had seen it all. From the moment his eyes finally landed on her and she visibly took his breath away to the soul-bearing conversation right until their lips had met for the first time in months.

“She’s right, Mal,” Sarah nodded, taking a seat next to Eloise. “And you have to tell them what you did, it’s the right thing to do.”

“Forget it being the right thing to do or whatever, the professors are onto us. It’s better if she tells them herself before the professors do find out or either one of them figures it out. That way they might not tell a professor.”

“The fact that you realize this is morally wrong in some way is a win for me,” Sarah commented, directing her statement towards Eloise before casting her eyes back on Mallory. “You should do it now.”

“Fine, I will take the spell off him, but I need to work out what I’m going to tell them before I talk to them about it.” She agreed with them, pulling her wand out, but Sarah stopped her.

“No offence Mal, but I would feel better if I did it,” She winced, not wanting to come off as rude. Mallory paused, looking at Sarah before looking at Eloise who seemed to agree with Sarah. “It’s just-” She paused, looking to Eloise for back-up.

“Just, Sarah has been practicing the counter-spell and you haven’t. I would rather you not leave Fred floating ten feet off the ground,” Eloise lied effortlessly, but Mallory knew they were just scared that she would pretend to do the counter-spell. Nodding, Mallory put her wand back in her bag, watching as Sarah got her wand out. “Go behind that shelf, you won’t be seen there I reckon.”

They watched as Sarah casually walked towards the tall bookshelves, darting behind the first one. “I was going to take the spell off you know,” Mallory spoke up, looking directly at Eloise who kept her eyes trained on the bookshelf Sarah had darted behind, the toe of her shoe anxiously tapping against the tile. “It hurts, but when Fred talked to me, he gave me hope that I would find what he has with Y/N. I also get why Sarah didn’t want me to put the spell on him in the first place. It just ended up hurting everyone involved and almost got us suspended.”

“We’re not out of the clear yet,” Eloise finally turned her head to look at Mallory. “Sarah hasn’t cast the counter-spell yet,” She pointed out. “Besides, we still don’t know if Y/N and Fred will tell the professors or not. We can only hope,” She broke the news to Mallory who nodded solemnly at that realization. “But this is also my fault in a sort so I’m sorry for suggesting it. One thing is for sure though: Fred and Sarah were right - about two completely different things mind you, but right none-the-less.”

“I should have known the spell was a bad idea. Ultimately, it was me who decided to use it so it is fully my fault.” She brushed off Eloise’s guilt, looking at Sarah as she approached the table again.

“It’s done, he’s back to normal. Spell-free,” She told them, bending down to grab her bag from the floor. “I think we ought to be heading off to Potions if we are early maybe Snape won’t be so mean.” Elosie snorted, commenting on Sarah’s false hope, but Mallory wasn’t listening. Instead, she gazed at Fred and Y/N as they continued their conversation. It was as if they hadn’t dated before. The fleeting glances they sent each other as they worked on their essays, the way their hands brushed against each other causing them to blush. Swallowing thickly as the guilt built up in her chest, she stood up, grabbing her bag and books in the process.

Her eyes were still trained on the couple just beginning to stand on their once sturdy legs once again as she mindlessly followed her two laughing friends. She only snapped out of her guilt-infused daze when she crashed into somebody, sending her and her books to the ground. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there,” She heard someone say as they stumbled to catch themselves. “Let me help you up.” She could see their hand stretch down towards her making her follow his arm up to his face. She recognized him from her classes, he was a nice Slytherin boy in her year.

“Thank you,” She accepted his hand, letting him pull her up from the ground. “And it’s no problem, I wasn’t paying attention.” She smiled, brushing off the back of her uniform.

“Nice going Aiden, knocking the poor girl over before you could even ask her for her name!” One of his friends laughed making Aiden’s cheeks flush red.

“Hi Aiden, I’m Mallory.”

“I know, we’re in the same potions class. Maybe I could walk you to class, make up for running into you?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck, his hand disappearing under his grown out brown hair. Mallory nodded, smiling rather bashfully at the boy in front of her. She wasn’t sure if this was what Fred was talking about all those months back, but Mallory couldn’t help but notice how the world around them started to glow beautiful hues of gold and yellow.

“I would like that, maybe you could even sit next to me in class? I’ve noticed you’re pretty good at Potions and I am rather useless at it.” She admitted as Aiden quickly bent down to collect her fallen books, realizing they were still on the ground.

“I could even tutor you if you’d like, I’ve helped a few students in our year before.”

“I’m free on Saturdays.”

“Perfect!” Aiden said, flashing his white teeth and winning smile at her. She didn’t notice the way Eloise and Sarah giggled, sharing knowing looks and smiles as they fell behind the pair as they conversed about their first meeting. She also didn’t notice Fred’s nudging Y/N, pointing out the blossoming romance, making them let out breaths of relief and a few chuckles as they remembered what it was like at the start of things.

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