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multifandomsimagine · 1 year

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Imagine Bill and Fleur being worried when you get injured during the Battle of the Seven Potters

Mrs. Weasley is the first person they see when the Thestral nears the Burrow. Its wings forcefully flap, making the grass below them shake as it tries to steady itself to land safely. As soon as its hooves touch the ground, Bill is off its back, sliding off first to help Fleur down, the Polyjuice Potion fading away as her features slowly come back. Looking over the area, they don't spot you anywhere, an action that has a nervous feeling washing over them.

When she reaches them, Mrs. Weasley holds Bill at arm's length, quickly scanning over him for any sign of injury. When she sees nothing, she pulls Bill into a hug, a sigh of relief escaping her. "Bill, thank Merlin you're okay!"

Though he returns the gesture, he's quick to break it as he makes her meet his gaze. "Mum, where's [Name]?

Hearing your name leave his lips, Fleur moves closer to the two, holding the crook of Bill's elbow to get a better look at the matriarch. "Has she made it back yet?" Her blue eyes carefully scan her face for any clues to your whereabouts.

At the questions, Mrs. Weasley's eyes water which makes the two's stomachs drop. They quickly rush inside, Mrs. Weasley right on their heels as she begins explaining the situation. "We have no idea what happened. She arrived by herself via the portkey but we don't know what happened to the protector with her. She was unconscious and she hasn't woken up yet." Before the two can cross the threshold where you are, she grabs their wrist. The two look at her with tears clouding their vision. "I tried healing her up as much as I could and Hermione and Ginny are helping clean her up but it's really bad."

Their eyes widen in horror before running into the room. They see Ginny first, standing beside the couch with a damp towel in her hands as Hermione is wringing out another one, they watch as red falls down into the bucket beside them. Gaze moving down, they gasp when they finally see you.

"Mon amour!" Fleur cries out, rushing to your side as she kneels beside you. The blue sweater you had worn to match the other Harrys had turned red which matched the dried stain on your face. There's a gash on your forehead and your hair's shorter than when you left the Dudley's, the ends of it having been singed off. But it's your shoulder that worries them. The right shoulder of your clothes had been burned off and your arm fared no better. Your skin had begun sloughing off, blisters forming in its place as fluid oozed out of the wound.

"We saw them last with the Carrows chasing after them but we lost sight of them after that," Remus said with Ron nodding beside him.

Bill takes the towel from Ginny as he moves to sit at your side. He begins gently dabbing your forehead with it as he tries to remove the dried blood. He pauses when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he sees his dad staring down at him. "She'll be okay, son. [Name]'s a strong witch."

He nods and takes a deep breath. Turning back to you, he continues cleaning you up as Fleur does the same beside him though not before pressing a kiss to your arm as she murmurs your name in a pained tone.

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theaskywalker · 4 months

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Imagine meeting Fleur during the Triwizard Tournament and becoming really good friends

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#harry potter #the philosopher's stone #chamber of secrets #prisoner of azkaban #goblet of fire #order of the phoenix #the half blood prince #deathly hallows #fleur delacour #fleur delacour x reader #fleur delacour imagine #imagines #harry potter imagines #1990s #england #hogwarts #triwizard tournament #friends #wizarding world

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drabsyo · 6 months

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Curious: What about Werewolf Hermione & Fleur? Wolves and Veela are both Soul Mate Creatures - how would the 2 react in each other's presence & when Hermione is transformed?

anon you absolute genius, you had me at hello the potential of this au is *chefs kiss*

#fleurmione #hermione granger #fleur delacour #hp fanart #hp wlw #fleurmione werewolf au #we need a name for this au #anon you are QUICK and i LOVE IT #idk if i did veela fleur right tho lol i need to practice more #ANYWAY CAN U IMAGINE ANON THESE TWO NERDS TALKING ABOUT THEIR MAGIC AND HOW SIMILAR AND HOW DIFFERENT IT IS AND HOW WELL THEY WORK TOGETHER #take me to church #i wasnt sure of werewolf aus but here we are #HERE WE ARE #drabstuff #veela #veela fleur

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noceurkoi · 8 months

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a fleurmione doodle

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thefiery-phoenix · 23 days

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YANDERE FLEUR X READER X YANDERE HERMIONE GRANGER

You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione for breakfast. Everyone around you was busy chatting about the Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and that was all anyone could talk about. "I'm actually pretty excited to meet them you know, I think it would be good to have friends from other magic schools too. Maybe if I'm lucky enough I might have a pen pal by the time the tournament is done'' you said with a smile as you munched on some treacle tart. Harry and Ron chimed in with their own opinions about your comment and Hermione simply shot you a curt smile as she sipped some coffee, looking at you with her calculating and piercing gaze. She didn't know why but she didn't like it when you mentioned that you wanted a pen pal from another magic school, she was your friend as well. Why would you need to bother about other people when she was there for you, when she was all you need?

She felt slightly annoyed at your comment and could feel something dark stirring inside her. No, it wasn't her usual morning grumpiness, she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart when you mentioned you wanted to be friends with other people, she knew you inside and out, she knew every single thing about you and your likes and dislikes as well. She took pride in the knowledge that she knew you better than you knew yourself. However she kept that curt smile on her face as she continued to sip her coffee as her eyes met yours every now and then. She tried to assure herself that no one would be able to get close to you, she'd make sure of it. Besides, no one else knew you like how she did, she feels like your time and attention are supposed to be reserved solely for her

A few days later the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrived at Hogwarts and you looked at them in awe while they walked into the Great Hall. After the introductions were given, a blonde haired Veela girl strode over to you and asked you in her French accent whether she could sit next to you and you nodded as you moved your bag to make space for her. Hermione's eyes narrowed as the Veela girl sat next to you and the two of you made light conversation with each other. Of course, Hermione didn't want to appear as a controlling person but why couldn't the Veela girl sit somewhere else? Why did she have to sit next to you? As the Veela girl introduced herself as Fleur with that dazzling smile of hers and shook your hand, Hermione felt an urge to poke her eye out with the fork in her hand but restrained herself. She knew her feelings for you were spinning out of control but she didn't care, you were supposed to be hers. After the dinner was done, you headed to bed and Hermione found herself with Fleur in the library. "You seem to be quite...close to Y/N'' said Fleur as she surveyed Hermione with a judging look. Hermione scowled slightly and narrowed her eyes but heaved a breath and composed herself as she plastered a fake smile on her face. "Why yes.. I am. I've known Y/N for quite a few years...we both are rather close'' said Hermione, hoping Fleur would just get the message and back off from you already

However it irritated her and annoyed her to the core when she saw Fleur hovering around you every time and she started getting rather chummy with you, too close to you for her liking. During breakfast one day when you excitedly mentioned to Hermione that Fleur and you became pen pals and she invited you over to France to her house for the summer next year, she almost spat out her pumpkin juice and she smiled although her smile looked more of a grimace. "How...how nice and wonderful of her'' said Hermione as her fingers gripped the glass till her knuckles turned white. Hermione felt satisfaction in seeing Fleur shoot daggers with her eyes whenever she spotted you both working together on your homework assignments of studying together. Fleur's lips would be curved into a thin line of jealousy while she watched you and Hermione studying together. "You should know that Y/N likes me, I do not know if you cannot take the hint but you need to back off'' said Fleur to Hermione one day. Hermione let out a snarky laugh and looked at Fleur amused. "That should be MY line, Y/N and I have known each other longer, I know everything about them, you're not that significant to be a threat to me with my relationship to Y/N'' said Hermione with a smug smirk

It was like a cat and mouse game between the both of them, trying to compete for your attention and affection. Both of them would start getting possessive of you and seethed inside whenever you'd spend time with someone else. However one day when the both of them overheard some random Ravenclaw guy trying to ask you out and preparing to confess his feelings for you at Madam Puddifoot's teashop in Hogsmeade, a silent begrudging look of understanding passed between Fleur and Hermione. "I hate to admit this but...we might need to team up for this to get rid of that pest'' said Hermione to Fleur as she nodded. "Agreed...but Y/N is mine in the end'' said Fleur as Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night'' she replied in a snarky manner. Fleur struck up a conversation with the Ravenclaw guy to distract him while she sneakily managed to get her hands on the love note he'd written for you and Hermione managed to petrify him before he was about to leave for Hogsmeade. "Stay away from Y/N'' hissed Hermione as she looked down on the Ravenclaw guy with contempt in her eyes before she put her wand back inside her robes and went to join you in the library with Fleur. She felt the overwhelming urge to smack Fleur across the face but managed to control herself. She could deal with Fleur later...she was a problem she'd have to take care of for another day...

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pa1nkill3r · 2 months

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Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon.

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all.

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it.

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it.

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving.

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once.

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really.

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall.

Dear Fred and George,

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm.

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now.

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle.

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically.

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of.

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words.

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy.

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred.

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did.

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar.

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!"

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly.

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone.

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother.

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion.

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts.

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet.

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again.

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised.

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy.

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously.

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.”

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice.

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product.

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs.

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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keykeep · 2 years

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Kinktober day 5: Sharing Is Caring - Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour

Warnings:threesome,male masturbation,female masturbation ,sex, face sitting.

You and Fleur share an apartment. You had met her at Beauxbatons. She was your dorm mate and best friend throughout school. As you grew older and your hormones heightened,you expressed to Fleur one day that you were nervous to have your first kiss because of your inexperience due to going to an all girls school.

Her solution was to kiss you, soft and hesitant at first but that kiss was followed by another. Reciprocated by both parties, as they continued to practice they enjoyed experimenting and finding out what they did or didn’t like.

Fleur was your first everything, but you both knew that it was just fun and you weren’t each other’s ideal partners. But after school ended, she ended up working at Gringotts to learn English, but instead she met the hottest redhead coworker you had ever seen. Since then they had been happily dating. You were happy for them both you liked Bill Weasley he was tall with his long red hair, his earring and punk rock style.

It was the weekend and you had the apartment to yourself as Fleur and Bill went on a date. So you cleaned the apartment, it was a particular hot night so you were wearing as little as possible and polishing the silverware by hand. When the door opened and Fleur and Bill walked into the apartment.

“Oh, my love you’ve worked so hard, it looks great” Fleur said, you were stunned in place as you scrambled for a pillow to cover up your scantily clad body in front of the guest. “Don’t worry you look gorgeous” Fleur purred, “ I really like this outfit, it’s new isn’t it nice Bill?” She turned to her boyfriend as he eyed your figure walking around you as you stood embarrassed.

“Yeah you look great, I’ll be sure to remember this moment” your cheeks turned pink as you mumbled a thank you before you coughed speaking louder this time.

“You’re home early” you stated, “well, I was telling Bill all about school and I happened to mention that you and I were lovers” you turned to Bill defensively “ it was a long time ago, you have nothing to worry about”.

He chuckled, “ don’t worry she said we can share her for tonight, I mean if that’s okay with you” you shook your head trying to figure out what the oldest Weasley just said.

“Share her? Like as friends or what?”

Fleur kissed your neck running her hands over your body“ we both know we are way more than friends”.

You looked over at Bill, who had his erect cock in his hand stroking himself while watching you and Fleur.

This gave you some confidence to intertwine your fingers with Fleur’s pulling her closer as you kissed her with passion and desire. Her hand gripping your breasts through the fabric of your clothing and gave them nipples a light squeeze before unclipping your top and letting it fall to the ground.

You looked over at Bill, “don’t mind me. just enjoying the view” he said smugly.

You turned to Fleur pulling upwards on her shirt and unclipped her bra letting it fall to the ground as well. Your lips attached to fleurs breasts as you licked and sucked on her hard nipples as she moaned.

Fleur runs her finger along your slit as you moan in anticipation. She smiles at you as she sinks her finger inside of you before stroking your clit back and forth relishing in the wetness that has already formed.

Bill ran his fingers along Fleur matching her rhythm to you as you could hear her getting wetter.

You ran your hands down the hard ridges of bill’s toned body grabbing his shirt as you lifted it over his head discarding it onto the floor.

Fleur undid his pants and let them drop too. Standing their naked you took in the beautiful man as you raked your fingers over his body. Grabbing his cock and running your tongue around the crown of it while Fleur continued fingering you and Bill continued on her.

“Fuck, let’s take this to the bedroom” you breathlessly said as you lay down together side by side on Fleurs Queen bed.

Bill brings his head down closer to your throbbing clit. You feel a hot breath against your thighs and it makes you shiver. He opens his mouth and lets his tongue slide along the length of your slit.

You rock your hips to meet the motions of Bill's tongue. Looking at Fleur who has her boyfriend's cock lining it up at her clit and sliding onto him as her wetness begins to coat him as she rises and falls on his dick.

You feel a moan against your clit as you lean over kissing Fleur and palming her breasts through bounces. Your energy gets more intense as the passion is heightened.

The sound of Bills skin slapping against fleurs as he pounds her faster. Orgasm building and moans growing more frequent throughout the room.

You feel a intense build up as your cum spills out of you. Covering Bill who continues to suck up every drop. You move off Bill's face as Fleur moans as her orgasm fast approaches. You reach forward to massage her centre to the rhythm of bill and fleurs fucking.

You feel her quiver as her orgasm explodes at the same time as Bill. He pulls himself out of her. Dick covered in both Fleur and his cum. You take his cock in your hand as you bring your lips over him to hungrily suck and lick relishing on the taste of them together.

This was definitely not a one-time event.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #hp fanfiction #hp smut #bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #fleur delacour #fleur x bill #fleur delacor smut #fleur x reader #kinktober #kinktober22 #kinktober 2022

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elisedonut · 11 days

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Bill/Fleur/Lavender

is this anything??

Lavender surviving the attack and not becoming a werewolf because that night was not a full moon but now not only is she scarred which she absolutely hates

but has to deal with all the extra emotional issues and weird changes to her body that she wasn't expecting

the random bouts of anger

the stronger sense of smell

whatever else that you think are fun side effects those are like the main two I've explored before

point is!

Everything sucks!

But while in the hospital Fleur ends up visiting her and getting attached because of the similar situation to Bill and ends up taking the poor girl under her wing and getting very very attached very fast

Like Bill looks at Fleur looking at Lavender once and is just knows what she's after and just gives in without question

like that very night is talking to Fleur like

"Alright what is the plan here?"

"We invite her to live with us at the cottage."

"And if she says no?"

"She won't"

And Bill doesn't believe that but also knows by know that he's not going to be able to talk her out of it.

And when Fleur does ask Lavender agrees with very little convincing and then it just escalates from there

the whole time Lavender is not even considering they Like her but falling for them regardless and suffering

While Fleur is already head over heels and acting it

And Bill's over here falling a lot more slowly through the similar situation

#Lavender Brown/Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley #fleur delacour #lavender brown #bill weasley #william weasley #Bill's not beating the cradle robber allegations so fuck it lets give him someone even younger c:#im positive this has been done before I haven't looked yet but it it hasn't im going to be shocked and disappointed #I like the idea that Veela(part or full) fall in love very fast and intensely and that its some how connected to their magic and instinct #And like they just will not be interested in someone who can't love them #which also plays into self worth issues and questions of free will that's not important but i can imagine it being a bs theory in universe #Veela's should get to be more creature like what's the point of being part creature if you dont play with it #anything to make Veela less then just practically a typical person #a non percy post? who am i #but i think these three would be cute

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enigmaticemperor · 1 year

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#21 You stole my heart but I’ll let you keep it

I've always been a sucker for Hinny writing letters during the war, just never to send them.

Written for @hinnyfest

Dear Gin,

I don’t know how to start this, and I know I don’t have the right, but I wish you were here. We have figured out the last piece of the puzzle, which is the mission Dumbledore left us, and it will all come to an end very soon. And I don’t believe it will end favourably for me, whatever the outcome.

I want you to know the days we spent together were some of the best of my life. It was like living someone else’s life. And I don’t mean just the blissful days after the Quidditch final. You talked to me about Sirius and helped me grieve the summer after the fifth. We would just sit together under our tree and talk about the Quidditch season, our quidditch games and everything else. I don’t remember a time when I laughed more than when you did that impression of Snape. And Trelawney. And Umbridge.

I remember brushing the hair out of my eyes and being awestruck at how your hair would shine a fiery red, orange, brown and gold all at the same in the sunlight. How your beautiful chocolate brown eyes would twinkle in mirth, and the corners of your lips would turn up ever so slightly. How your laugh would sound like nectar to my ears.

I even remember how you kicked some sense into me when I was brooding and how you helped me talk to Sirius under Umbridge’s nose. I should’ve known it right there when you handed me that Easter egg. We could’ve had much more time together. Months, years, maybe. What I’m trying to say is that you stole my heart, Gin, but I’ll let you keep it.

I hope you’ll find happiness and someone who treats you the way you deserve.

Yours,

Harry.

PS: I’m so proud of you for trying to steal the Gryffindor’s sword and restarting the DA, but I really hope you wouldn’t put yourself in danger like that.

Harry smoothed his hand over the letter, reading it one more time, hoping that Ginny was alright at Muriel’s. He placed it in his mokeskin purse, safe in the knowledge that it would never reach her.

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multifandomsimagine · 2 years

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Best of Intentions [Poly!Bill Weasley x Reader x Fleur Delacour]

Summary: The results for the exam are in but they are not what you were hoping for

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1000

Author's Note: Ravenclaw!Reader cause this is a comfort piece for me. This was originally going to be a gif imagine but as I was writing it and using it as a place to vent, it kind of got out of hand 😓

You hear the jingle of keys being inserted into the front door's lock and the door opening a few seconds later as you hear your partners return from their trip to the grocery store. "Mon cœur, we're back" Fleur called out, nudging the door open and walking in with Bill close on her heels. They both come in with grocery bags in hand. Setting them down on the counter, they turn around to greet you. They spot the mail first right on the dining table where you had placed them when you came in with them. They then see the open envelope a few inches away from you with the logo of the Ministry clear as day before they see you with papers in hand.

"Oh!" Fleur claps in delight as she makes her way toward you. "Are those your results? How did you do?"

"Do I need to start referring to you as Professor [Last Name]?" Bill teases, moving to stand behind your chair in an effort to read the letter.

They're both taken aback when you burst into tears. They aren't able to look at the results as you quickly flip it over but they could infer that what was written wasn't anything good.

"Love / Ma chérie!" They kneel by your side and look at you. "What happened?"

"I know it's not a big deal," You tell them, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your sweaters. You don't meet their gaze though as you stare down at your lap and look at the facedown results. "I can take this exam again; I just have to pay and submit my material again but I'm just so disappointed in myself! I was a Ravenclaw. I've never failed a test before; the lowest grade I've ever gotten was an 'Exceeds Expectations.' I studied so hard for this test and it was the last thing I needed in order to become a professor but I got a 'Dreadful.'" At the revelation of your grade, your voice wavers.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you grab the paper and clench your hands into tight fists, trying to make the results as small as possible. You wipe your face again, to clear it from your tears and runny nose but it's no use as you can't stop yourself from crying and you just continue your speech. "The exam cost so much to take and now I have to pay that again. What did I do wrong? Does this mean that I'll be a terrible professor? Am I just going to fail the students? How am I supposed to be able to teach them what they need to know when I can't even prove that I'm qualified to be a professor? I'm just a failure." Your breathing becomes quicker as you tell Bill and Fleur what you're thinking. You try to hold back the next sob but you're shaking too much to succeed as your crying gets worse; your tears going from pooling in your eyes to streaming down your face.

You cover your face with your sleeves as you avoid looking at your partners who have stayed quiet and let you finish your rant. They must think you're so foolish for crying over a bad grade. Bad grades are a regular occurrence in people's lives and they're able to move on with their life. And yet here you are acting like it's the end of the world. You're too embarrassed to look at either of them and you're gathering up the energy to leave the room and lock yourself in the bathroom until you can calm yourself down when you feel a hand on your knee and another gently uncurling your first to grab the results.

"Mon amour, this test doesn't define you," Fleur speaks first, making a point to show you the paper in her hands and folding it up until it's just a tiny rectangle before placing it on the floor. "Bill and I know firsthand how incredibly smart and what an amazing teacher you are. I've seen you teach Gabrielle things that I have trouble understanding with such ease. She's told me just how much she prefers you teaching her than me." At this, she gives your nose a little tap which makes you smile. "You explain things better than I do she says."

Bill nods. "I second that statement. Without you, there would have been no way that I pass Arithmancy and Ancient Runes in my third year. The exam doesn't show how much the impact you have on your students. Only that you were able to say what they wanted to hear." Taking your hand in his own, he intertwined your fingers together. "I know how hard you worked planning out those lessons for your students. You took into account all of their needs and the support they needed and taught a wonderful lesson. Didn't you tell us how much your students enjoyed the lesson?"

With a sniffle, you nod your head. "Yea, Tomás participated in the activity and KC told me how much she liked that day's lesson."

"You see, you're a wonderful teacher." Fleur kisses your forehead as she runs a hand through your hair. "And don't worry about the money. We have enough of it for you to take the test hundreds of times. But we know it won't take that long cause you're amazing."

Bill stands up from his kneeling position and gives you a hug. "And Fleur and I will help you in whatever way we can. So don't pay this grade any more thought. We love you and we're here for you. No grade will change our mind on this."

"Thank you, you two." You say as you take the napkin Bill was offering you. Wiping your eyes from any rogue tears still left, you used it to blow your nose. "For being here with me and always helping me feel better. I'm going to pass this next attempt. I know I can."

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley imagines #fleur delacour x reader #fleur delacour imagine #fleur delacour imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #poly x reader #poly writing #yoshino writes one shots

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anxiousfanchild · 1 month

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Rosie to the Rescue

Word Count: 789

Content Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, "half-breed" used as a slur.

Requests are open and encouraged!

Donations towards my wedding are accepted: Ko-fi

A/N: Louis being saved by his baby cousin.

Credit for Banner: @cafekitsune

Louis wasn’t one to brag. He didn’t like the attention on him, much like his father. This lead to small arguments between him and his mother. Fleur wasn’t one to shy away from the spotlight, to easily catch every eye in the room with a soft smile or the flip of her hair.

Much to Louis’ demise, he held the same power to draw every eye to him. It wasn’t as strong as his mother's ability, but it was enough to have him cowering behind his father every time they walked into public, into a shop, anywhere.

Even at Hogwarts, Louis was gaining attention he previously didn’t want anything to do with. The other Gryffindors would find some excuse to be near him, to talk to him. He was certainly interesting, yet the difference between him and his peers was simple- He wasn’t fully human.

While only an eighth Veela, there was a draw to him that his poor, unexpecting classmates didn’t understand until one dreadful night in his fourth year.

The common room was quiet, a small group of sixth years sat hunched in the corner, going over family trees of the 28 pureblood families.

“Twenty-seven,” Louis corrected himself silently, eyes wandering the page of his own textbook. Since his father, Bill, married a half human, the Weasley family was no longer considered a Pure Blooded family. Even then, however, many of his friends who came from mostly pureblood families couldn't even be considered pureblood anymore.

Hera Carrow, the daughter of Hestia Carrow, was half-blood. Her father was a nice Muggle florist, so the Carrows weren’t a part of the Sacred 28 anymore.

Louis was ripped from his thoughts when he heard his least favorite word, a word that chilled him to his bone.

“Louis is part Veela?” He heard Nestia Wood hiss, already feeling her eyes drill into the back of his head. His back straightened, terror ripping through his body.

“Part werewolf too, weren't his pops scratched by one? That’s gotta have some nasty effects on him, yeah?” Edward Parkison chimed in, voice exactly like his mothers. Despite being a Slytherin, his relationship with Nestia was enough to sneak him into the Gryffindor dorms whenever he pleased. “Probably has a craving for meat.”

“With that Veela in him, meat could mean many things.” Nestia taunted, snapping the book closed.

Louis took a breath and shifted his weight, reading to run if needed. Edward saw the shift and smirked to himself, crossing his arms over his too-big shirt.

“What? Going to run to your sisters like you always do? Victoire isn’t going to save you this time, Half-Breed.”

It seemed as if time was slowing down, Louis' heartbeat roaring in his ears. Before he could decide what to do, there was a sickening crack before a low groan and a gasp. The common room was silent once again, but this time in an uncomfortable silence. A silence where everyone’s breath was being held.

Turning slowly, at first, all Louis saw was the blood on Edward’s face, a small gasp going across his nose and cheek. Next, his eyes drifted to where everyone else was staring.

The assumed assailant was no other than his baby cousin, Rose. The first year was now nursing her bruising hand, her small ring covered in the blood of Parkinson. In another universe, this scene would have looked all too familiar, a Gryffindor covered in the nose blood of a Slytherin.

Louis’ jaw dropped before he moved, practically scaling the back of the couch to get to Rose, his hands already cupping her injured one. Tears were on her face, from actually hurting another human over words.

“Rosie, are you okay? Are you injured?” The slight French-British accent was hard to understand when he talked so fast. “Why did you do that?”

Rose looks up at him, at her older cousin whom she looked up to.

“He was being mean to you. I couldn’t let mon cousin be spoken to in such an ill way.” She defends, using her free hand to wipe her startled tears from her cheeks. Louis gives a relieved chuckle and pulls her into a hug.

“You didn’t need to do that, Rose. I’ll have to write your mother about this.” He teases, gently walking them away from the growing crowd that was now surrounding Edward, laughing about ‘how he got his shit rocked by a first year.’

“Oh, please do. She wouldn’t mind. Dad on the other hand?” She hiccups and gives a dramatic shiver. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Another chuckle leaves Louis' throat as he ruffles her hair and smiled at her. He couldn’t wait to see the things she did with her life.

#headcanons #imagines #harry potter #louis weasley #bill weasley #weasley #ginny weasley #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #garreth weasley #hermione granger #ron x hermione #bill x fleur #fleur delacour

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