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ilovefanficbooks · 4 months

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The Heart Wants What It Wants (Fred Weasley X Granger Reader)

Pairing:Fred weasley and Y/N Granger

Hermione Granger and sister Y/N Granger Theodore Nott and friend Y/N Granger

Pronouns: she/her

Summary: The Yule Ball is tonight and Y/N doesn't have a date but a certain Weasley wants to asked her but what will happen when they have different dates at the ball? Will there heart take it?

Warning: fighting, crying, kissing, makeout, jealousy, Ginny being a badass, Theodore getting punch

Y/N Pov

The Yule Ball is tonight and yet I still don't have a date. I sit in the great hall in study sessions next to my sister, Harry and Ron. Both Hermione and I are studying while Ron is going on about not having any date.

I look up and see Fred starting at me. Fred and I are really close, but I want to be more to him as a friend.

I then notice Fred gave Ron a note then Ron pasted it back to him.

I can't stop to think if Fred has a date to the Ball or if he is even going. For some reason it makes me sad to think that.

"Who are you going with then?" Ron whispered to he's older brother.

I watch as Fred threw the paper ball at Angelina and yet my heart starts to shatter in front of me as I watch Fred asked her to the Ball.

George he's twin gave a sad smile he is the only person knows about my crush on Fred and he swore to me he will not tell him or I will hex him if he do.

I then came back to the world as I hear Hermione my twin have a go at Ron saying she is not going alone and that she said yes. Hermione then left the great hall with her stuff.

"Bloody hell" Ron said then turn to me.

"Hey Y/N you going to the Ball right?" Ron asked me as I look in the corner of my eye to see Fred glaring at Ron.

"No I'm not going as I don't really have anyone to go with" I told him.

"Why don't you go with-" I was then cut off by Theodore Nott a Slytherin boy that has been following me into the library for some time.

"Hey Granger want to go to the Ball with me?" He asked I did get Fred looking at me but I had Ron, Harry and George look at me.

The thought of not having a date and watching Fred dance with he's date hurts me. I have been crushing on him since last year and one way to make him have attention is to make him jealous.

"Yes. Meet me at six down the stairs" I said with a smile.

"Will be waiting" he said with a smirk on he's face as he left.

I then packed up my stuff and said goodbye to the boys. As I step out of the great hall I hear my name being called I turn around to find Fred standing in front of me. With those eyes I love looking deep at me.

"What the Merlin bears was that!?" Fred asked as I look at him then wet my lips.

"What was what Fred?" I asked playing innocent with him. I know exactly what I was doing but I just want to see what he had to say.

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about Granger! Theodore Nott really of all people!" Fred said throwing he's arms in the air.

"Why do you care anyway Fred you got your date with Angelina so why can't I?" I asked with my brows frown together.

"That is different he's a Slytherin. He is bad-" Fred said and I cut him off.

"And your not. God Fred not all Slytherins are bad and if you are so jealous of us you should off-" I started but Fred cut me off.

"What? I should off what?" Fred asked.

"Next time there is a Ball asked me if I have a date before it's too late and not right in front of me you should asked someone else to go with you" I said I then felt tears hit to pour down my face.

My tears start to blur my vision as I look at Fred who is confused and red in the face.

"I would never asked you because you are my best friend" Fred said.

After he said that I turn around and ran away from Fred. I ran all the way back to the common room and up to my dorm that I share with Hermione and I drop my books buried myself into my pillows as I cry into them.

Never have I though my heart would break over a boy I have had a crush on since last year in the summer when I when to spend it with the Weasleys. I feel as I have not just lost the person I love but my best friend as well. I will always be he's best friend now my heart is shattering apart.

"Y/N what's wrong?" Hermione said walking in our dorm from our bathroom.

I look up at my twin to see she is already getting ready for the Ball and I am here crying my eyes out over a stupid Weasley boy.

"Um Fred and I got into a fight because Theodore Nott asked me to the Ball and I said yes" I explain as Mione sat down next to me on my bed.

"You going with Theodore Nott?" Hermione asked me.

"Yeah. I said yes because I have no one to go with and I didn't want to go alone. And it also hurts that Fred is going with another girl but I watch him asked the girl in front of me hurts" I explained to my twin.

Hermione eyes wide at what I told her and what I feel between Fred and I. I have not told anyone but George about this.

"How long have you like Fred?" Hermione asked as I chuckle at my sister's question.

"Since last Summer. I don't like him Mione my heart knows what I want" I said.

To me that's away to tell someone I love them. The amount of times I spend with him makes my feelings grow stronger and the amount of times he had touch my hand or arm it makes me go dizzy and feels as I am flying on a broom only to come back to him.

"Hey dry your tears and we are going to get ready and I'm going to speak with Fred and if that don't t work me and Ginny are going to torture Fred all the time until the next generation" Hermione said giving me a smile which made me laugh.

"Thanks twinie" I said to her.

"Anything for you twinie" Hermione said and then we do are secret hand shake we had since we were born.

But I will not let anything ruin my night over a stupid red head boy.

Fred Pov

"Frederick Fibion Weasley!" i jump at the sound of my sister coming into my dorm room. I kind of tighten my tie too tight as I was struggling for air but also scared of my sister. She reminds me so much of mom when she is angry and when she says my full name I know I'm in trouble.

"Hey Gin, what's up?" I asked losing my tie a bit while turning around to look at my piss off sister.

"What is up you say? Merlin you are a bloody idiot" Gin said crossing her arms over her chest.

"What did I do!?" I asked with my arms up in the air. I don't know what I have done to Ginny and I did nothing to her. All I would do is put spiders in Ron's bed but Ginny would not care.

"One word: Y/N" After Gin said Y/N name I groaned and rolled my eyes. I was only looking out for my friend. Y/N is my best friend and I never want to hurt her.

"Look Gin, Y/N is my friend and I was only looking out for her" I said but Ginny face when even redder then before. I'm so dead.

"Really! Well I got a fourteen year old crying her eyes out over a boy who doesn't have the dick to asked her to the bloody ball for fuck stake" I then when puzzle after those words. All I did was stare at my sister. Y/N does not like me or does she?

"What?" I asked. Ginny groan and smack my head trying to get some sense knocked into me but I was still puzzle.

"She likes you Freddie" George came into the room from the bathroom with the famous Weasley smirk on he's face.

"What? How to do you know?" I asked my twin.

George plop down on he's bed while smirking at me but he also feels a bit guilty.

"Y/N told me not to tell you or she will hex me but she has liked you since last summer" George said.

"And you go make the poor girl cry while you should got your head together and asked her yourself you dick" Ginny said giving me another smack in the head.

"Ow okay I'm sorry" I said putting my hands up in defence.

"Don't say sorry to me say it to Y/N or I will tell Mom" Ginny said and that moment my eyes grew wide. One thing I don't want is Mom finding out about this.

"Okay I will. I'll tell Y/N I'm sorry and that I love her" I then froze after realized what I said.

I have tried to keep my crush on Y/N a secret I have been afraid to tell her I love her because I don't want to ruin our friendship. But seeing Theodore Nott asked her out make me so angry that I wish it was me asking her out.

"I knew it!" George jump up off the bed and ran and open the door.

"LEE YOU OWE ME THREE STICKLES!" George shout then close the door again.

"You bet on me?" I asked my twin with a brow raise as he chuckle lightly while rubbing the back off he's neck.

"Look Fred you are going to apologize to my future sister-in-law and going to tell her you love her and if you break her heart Mione and I are going to hex you til the next generation! Got it?" Ginny said up to my face. I gulp quietly while nodding repeatedly.

"Okay! Peace out" Ginny said walking out of our dorm room as she slam the door behind.

The room then stayed silence for a moment with only George and I looking at each other.

"Remind me never to piss Ginny off when she finds if I hurt a girl" George told me who was also a little scared off our sister.

"Noted" I said gulping again.

Now I need to fix what I ruin with the girl I love because I don't want everything else to go down at hill. I know I should off asked her and I'm an asshole for not doing that but my heart is telling me to go for it.

Y/N Pov

"You look so pretty twinie" Mione told as I had my dress on ready for the ball.

"Yeah pretty when I cry" I said sarcastically. I tried my best to cover my eyes up with make up so no one will see my red puffy eyes to tell if I'm crying.

Right now I don't feel like going to the ball after what happened with Fred. I don't think I want to face him after that. But Ginny and Mione insist that I go. That it might make me feel better.

"Hey, now no more tears tonight I want to see that smile if yours " Mione said wrapping her arm around my shoulder in a way to comfort me.

"You go ahead I'll meet you in the great hall I need a moment to myself" I said Mione left the dorm room and I was with silence and only me.

I can't have Fred's words to upset the whole night. I must stay strong and the best way to do is give him the taste of he's own medicine.

As I stand at the top of the stairs I see my date Theodore Nott looking at me and smiling as I walked down the state's gracefully with my head high up and some other students with there dates turn to look at me with there mouth open in shock.

Never gave I thought I would be going to a ball as most people find me in the library reading every book on the shelf they have there.

As I reach the bottom of the step Theodore reached for my game which I gladly took without hesitation. Theodore kiss my hand while looking into my eyes that mad heat rush to my cheeks.

"You look beautiful" Theodore said after he pulled away from kissing my knuckle.

"And you look handsome yourself" I said brushing the top off Theodore's blazer suit.

"Shall we?" Theodore asked ready to take my can't into the great hall. I look past Theodore to see Hermione giving me a thumps up next to Krum which I took a deep breathe and took Theodore arm.

We both walked into the great hall where everyone was and most the girls gasp when they saw my face and what my dress look like.

And as we made it to the drink table I was then face to face with no one other then Fred Weasley with he's date Angelina Johnson.

I don't hate Angelina at all I love the girl and we get on we'll but I feel angry that she can't with Fred and she could of pick any other guy to go with her.

"Oh my god Y/N you look beautiful!" Angelina said giving me a bright smile my way.

"Thank you! I love your dress Angie!" I compartment her while I side eye feed who had not taken he's eyes off me and I notice he's thus turning white his hard he is squeezing it.

"Y/N" Fred said as I turn to him to give him a cold look.

I never had it in me to give someone that I care about but when one hurts you you must fire back. And I won't break this time.

"Frederic" I said coldly seeing Fred's face turn to shock. He never expect me to talk to him like that.

"C-can we talk" He said eyes filled with hope.

"Nope, have fun" I said taking Theodore hand to the dance floor and leave a shock Fred with he's date.

While I dance with Theodore I realized that Feed was wrong about Theodore he was not evil or like any other Slytherins I see down the hall. He us actually kind to me even when I am a muggleborn.

"You know Weasley been starting at you all night" Theodore whisper into my eye and as I look in the corner of my eye I see Fred red in the fact and is about to smash something any minute.

I smirk to myself as I came up something to wind Fred up even me that he has been watching me the whole time.

"Let him" I reach up and whisper closely into Theo ear and as I made eye contact with Fred I gave him a smirk and I kiss Theo lightly on the lips.

As we pulled away I fave Theo a kind smile until a storm was woken up and the sound off feet was murching our way.

"NOTT!" the sound of Fred voice was being heard and as we both turn to look at the Weasley who hurt me. Fred punch Thei right in the jaw making me gasp and most people turn to watch.

"Ooh that must of hurt" I heard George said who was just sipping in some punch enjoying the show except of pulling he's twin brother away.

"What the hell man!" Theo said cluching yes jaw.

"Fred what the hell is your problem" I said obviously I'm piss at him always ruin everything to me.

"What is wrong with me!? The fucknob was kissing you for fucksake!" Fred pointed out.

"And you have a problem with other guys kissing me but you don't have a problem when other girls flirt with you?" I asked even starting the fact.

"Y/N you are important to me I was pro-" Fred started but I cut him off.

And yet more tears run down my face. I gate crying overrgis guy! Why do I always keep crying it makes me feel weak!

"Protecting me! But I don't need you protecting be all the time it's my life! And keep ruin everything!" I said push Fred forward which he put no effort to stop me.

"Keep ruin everything! Everything! Everything! Everything! Everything!" I said while I punch Fred's chest in repeat while tears flow down my face. It never stop. Fred in return hold me in my arms til I start punching he's chest all thought I don't want to be in he's arms.

"I'm sorry" Fred said in a whispered as I sniff trying to find away to calm down.

I can feel Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, George was starting at us as everyone else was not bother about us. But I can tell they where all worried about me.

But I seem to alwaysnkt care about myself. I always seem to forget about my health more then my study.

"I hate you" I said cluching Fred's shirt as I cry my eyes out in he's arms. How can u gate and love someone at the same time?

"I know you do... But I love you" I then lift my head to look into those etes of Fred who look down at me.

"W-what" I wiped my eyes to see clearly.

This must be one of he's oranjs to upset me more or a way to make me feel better and smile and laugh again.

"I love you Y/N. I've kept it a secret thinking it's just a crush and I'll get over it but those feelings grew when I spend more and more time with you. I wanted to asked you to the ball but I didn't know how you will take it and seeing you with Nott made me jealous wishing it should been me" After hearing Fred confess I had no words.

I always thought I was a sister to him in he's eyes but my guess was wrong he does love me the way I want him to.

"You love me?" I asked stilling trying to get everything round my head.

"Merlin fucj women I don't just love you I KNOW I LOVE YOU!" Fred then shout as the whole hall head. I then turn best resmd but I don't even know what to say.

"Ever since last tear I've liked you and I was afraid you wouldn't love me back" I said looking down at my feet.

Fred then lift my chin up and as I look into he's eyes Fred kiss me on my lips as I kiss back accepting that Fred is the one I want to be with and as we pulled away we heard the sound of George slow clapping.

"Finally you two can stop with the drama and gave some peace around here" George said starting to walk away.

Fred a d I laugh as I lean into Fred shoulder. But wait! How would Fred knows I like him back. I never told him.

"Wait a minute! Who told you I like you back?" I asked looking at Fred.

Fred rub the back of he's neck nervous while Ginny teued to hide her laughing in.

"Well George let it-" I knew it George is dead.

"Oh he is dead!" I said I got my wand out.

"GEORGE GIDEON WEASLEY YOU ARE DEAD! YOU TRAITOR!" I scream running after George who was standing next to Lee.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N" George said starting to run away from me as fast as he can.

"I'M GOING TO HEX YOUR ASS TIL THE NEXT GENERATION!" I scream while the gang just watch dying with laughter.

"Ahhhh!" George scream line a girl.

But I finally got the guy of my dreams and I am not going to let anyone take him from me. Because what the heart wants the heart gets.

And there is no reason I should give it up.

Because the heart wants what it wants.

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cloudybarnes · 8 months

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Summary: everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry himself.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Harry is so soft in this it's insane so take this as your warning

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It wasn't like you were hiding anything.

You prided yourself in being very direct, and very much a go-getter. After transferring from Beauxbatons, you made quick friends at Hogwarts, even with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

With Harry, you very quickly became fond of the quirky things he would say, and how flustered he would get when you were around.

Some people called you a flirt, but you liked to think you were just really clear about what you wanted.

Him.

You just weren't sure if he felt the same way about you.

"So, (Y/N)." Hermione said as you, her, Harry and Ron walked out of potions class. "Did you want to study for the exam with us? I figure I could use as much help to make sure these two know what they're doing."

"Hey!" Ron complained, "I happen to be smart sometimes too, Hermione. You're not the only one with a brain."

"You're right, Ron." Hermione said. "(Y/N) has a brain as well, that's why I've asked her to come study with us."

Ron rolled his eyes with a grumble.

"I think that'd be nice," Harry softly said.

You grinned. "Well if Harry wants me there, of course I'm down."

His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Ron snickered and playfully elbowed Harry a couple of times. Harry swatted him away; the pink on his cheeks growing a darker shade.

Harry sheepishly smiled at you. "O-of course I want you there!" He stuttered.

You smirked at him. "Don't worry, pretty boy, I promise I'll be there."

Harry's mouth fell open slightly, as Ron started laughing. "Harry, close your mouth for Merlin's sake!" Ron teased Harry by pointing at his parted lips.

Harry swatted Ron's hands away from his face with a scowl. "Shut up, Ron," he muttered.

You laughed. "I'm just gonna catch up to you guys later. Bye, Harry." You sent a wink in his direction as you walked away. Ron's cackling laugh boomed through the hallway as you left.

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"Hey, (Y/N)!"

You had started walking down the hallways to get to the Gryffindor study hall where you were supposed to meet up with the golden trio when Luna stopped you.

"Hey, Luna!" You smiled as she walked towards you. "Where were you today? I didn't see you in herbology today."

Luna had been one of your closest friends outside of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. She was fun to talk to, and pretty much knew everything about you already and vice versa.

"Yeah," she smiled, "I was off in the woods taking a walk. It's very nice out there this time of year, you know that?"

You nodded, "oh yeah, it really is."

"So where are you heading off to?"

"Hermione invited me to help them study for the potions exam we've got coming up."

"Oh!" She grinned, "will Harry be there?"

You giggled, "he will be there. Did I tell you he specifically said he wanted me to come with them! I just about died, Luna, like my heart was fluttering like crazy."

Luna chuckled, "You guys need to get together already! Unless you're keeping it a secret from me," Luna squinted her eyes at you playfully.

You laughed. "No, we're not dating. Not yet at least." You winked at her.

"Ahem," a throat cleared behind you.

Turning around, you saw Harry standing there, a bewildered look on his face, and a red burning in his cheeks.

"Um," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the study hall."

Slowly, you turned back to Luna who gave you a sorry smile.

"Well," she said, "I'm going to leave you two alone. I'll see you later, (Y/N/N)." With that, she walked away, leaving you alone with the boy who basically just heard you telling Luna you wanted to date him.

You looked back to Harry with a soft smile. Even though you laid your flirting on so thick with Harry, that wasn't as scary as this. Flirting was innocent. If he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you could always act like you were just messing around.

Now, though, it was the real deal. Even if you looked composed on the outside, you were freaking out quite a bit on the inside.

"Yeah, I'll be there." You smiled, "I'd never ditch my favorite boy."

Harry choked on a gasp.

"You okay?" You asked, stepping a little closer to him.

Harry gazed up at you with confusion, but also intrigue.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like-like with me? Why do you say things like that to me?"

Instinctively, you took a step back. "I'm sorry? I didn't know you felt some type of way about how I acted." You felt horrible. Maybe you had done a little too much. Maybe you had flirted too hard and too blatantly that it scared him off.

"No!" He practically shouted. "No, I mean, ahem, I mean I don't feel any type of way about it. I mean, yeah I feel some type of way, but not like- not like a bad way, if that makes sense. I mean more like in a good way, you know? But also, like in a confused way. I'm not sure, I mean, I like when you say things like that to me, but it's also confusing because why would you say things like that to me?" Harry rambled on.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little.

He looked up at you when you laughed, and gave you a sheepish smile. "Too much?" He asked.

You shook your head with a smile. "No, just enough. So you don't think I come off too strong when I flirt with you?"

Harry grinned. "So you are flirting with me!"

You chuckled, "I would hope you consider that flirting. I'm not sure if you know this, but I don't go around calling too many people 'pretty boy' or 'my favorite boy'."

He blushed. "Yeah, that's what Ron said, but I didn't believe him. I just can't believe out of all the guys that like you, you like me instead."

You smiled, "So Ron told you I liked you?"

"Well, he may have mentioned it a time or two or twenty," he chuckled, "I just didn't believe him."

"How could I not like you? You're Harry, you're incredibly sweet, and selfless, and so much more. Anyone with eyes would like you, Harry."

His face turned ten shades of red. "That's how I feel about you, too, (Y/N). But with you, it's just obvious everyone loves you. You walk in a room and every single head turns. You laugh, and the birds start singing. You smile, and the sun quivers from how bright you light the place up."

With every word coming from Harry's lips, you found yourself more and more drawn to him. Your heart beat erratically.

"I didn't realize you thought so highly of me." It was your turn to blush now. You could feel your face getting incredibly hot by the sweet words he spoke. You never thought Harry would like you back, especially not as intensely as he's describing. Frankly, you didn't know he had such a way with words.

"I think you're incredible, (Y/N), and if you would let me, I'd like to take on a-a date sometime?" He suggested.

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'd love to, Harry."

He grinned, and held on tight to your hand.

For a minute there, the two of you just stared at each other, smiling. You started to giggle. "As much as I would love to stay here like this, we promised Hermione we would study with her and Ron."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Harry admitted, sheepishly.

You chuckled, "come on, let's not keep them waiting, pretty boy."

Harry grinned. "I like that nickname."

"I like you."

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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Just Material

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Summary - When Fred finds Y/n wearing a jumper which isn't her own (and certainly isn't his), he can't help but question who it must belong to. Warnings - Bit of angst, mentions of stress Words - 1.5K

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It was a jumper. It was just a jumper. A bit of material, sewed together by needle and thread with absolutely no deeper meaning than such. At least, that's how Y/n saw it. Fred, however, saw the Hufflepuff title over the jumper, the smell that still lingered and the initials which were still printed into the label. Just two letters which taunted him: C.D

Fred had made it abundantly clear from the moment the two made their title of couple official, that Y/n was his. His hand seemed very so delicately glued to her, his eyes trained on her (even when she wasn't looking) and constantly trying to be at her side. This was mostly because of the great feelings he felt for the girl; feelings of which, sometimes, he struggled to comprehend. But there was too a small part of him which did it to ensure no one else got any ideas.

The boy wanted to make it out to be as if there was no point in trying. If he was to ensure that their relationship was shown to be as concrete as it felt, then no one else would try to slip their way between them. And Fred's plan had been working; it had been working bloody brilliantly. Well, that was before now. Because, as it turns out, the Weasley boy had walked into the library, set to meet Y/n, only to find her sat at a table with friends, dressed in a jumper which wasn't her own - and certainly wasn't his.

She was sat there, a book flicked to a page Fred knew she definitely wasn't reading as she quietly giggled with her friends. Friends of which Fred knew weren't Quidditch players who he also could assume wouldn't thus own Quidditch jumpers. So, the question which came to Fred's head, was simply: Who's jumper was it?

He had been standing at a halt in the middle of the Libary, so deep in thought he didn't have it in him to get Y/n's attention. That was until she caught his sight, smiled, then lost her smile as she noted his discouraged expression.

The girl retracted from her table and wandered towards him, "Hey," She flash a grin which wasn't returned. "You okay?" She asked him, brushing her palm against his forearm in hopes to ease whatever was eating him.

"New jumper?" He sneered through a firm frown.

Y/n looked down as if she were just reminded of what she was wearing, "Oh yeah, I ended up getting some bulbadox juice on me in potions, so Cedric offered me his jumper. Quite embarrassing actually." The girl laughed the story off as just one of them silly things, but Fred had made no move to loosen his ever so stern expression.

He just nodded stiffly and said, "So it's Cedric's?"

Y/n huffed. She knew that Fred could be...protective. It was an attribute which she did adore, but there were times, more recently, when she was finding it more difficult to deal with. If she were to talk to someone else for too long, or laugh too hard at someone else's joke that wasn't his own, she'd feel Fred shift at her side. Y/n knew he never meant it in a nasty way, it was just who he was. Not to mention, with exam pressure and such, any emotion between either of them seemed to become amplified.

"It's just so I didn't look stupid for the rest of the day." She attempted to assure him, but it seemed too late; Y/n had already lost him to his sea of doubt and troublesome worries. "Fred," She said through such a soothing tone, "It's just a jumper."

He shook his head and muttered, "It's not." Before turning his back on the girl, leaving her no chance to get in another word.

She watched, empty pupils and a blank stare as he walked away. Y/n wasn't sure what more she could have said - or even if there was much more she could have. So she settled in her stance, not daring to drag her sights away from the redhead until he had completely exited the Libary. Her thoughts raced. She couldn't leave it like this. Not when it was an argument that never needed to happen.

Before her plan had fully been conducted in her head, she was already walking. Of course, she couldn't be sure where Fred had run off to, but Y/n made a guess for the dorms as she wandered the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room. She slipped through the entrance and found herself in the quiet confinements of the room.

There was a fire cracking in the corner, some vinyl playing quietly and a few students dotted around in their usual places. She scanned the room. Unlike the rest, she wasn't fitting into the tranquil atmosphere that the room created. Instead, she was pooling in worry and haste to catch Fred before this situation got worse. Her pupils found George, sitting closest to the vinyl player and having his gaze pulled to Y/n from the moment she had walked in.

The other twin pushed himself from where he was seated to meet the girl in the middle. "He's in his dorm." He informed and her eyes flickered to the stairs. "I don't know what happened, but just be kind on him, the O.W.L.s aren't have got him stressed."

Y/n nodded in understanding, "The thing is, nothing happened. Nothing really." She shrugged as she felt her gaze being pulled towards the stairs she knew led to Fred. "I just need to talk to him."

George flashed a smile that was soft and sweet, "He needs you, Y/n." He said in full confidence.

She returned the smile, already beginning to walk towards the stair way. "Thanks, George." And with that, the girl slipped away and wandered towards the dorm room she had been in too many times to count.

Her feet slowed as she reached the door, finding that the wood taunted her. Her breath ached against the air and she almost thought about avoiding this situation. She considered turning her back and running. As much as she adored Fred, this conversastion was one of which she knew they would struggle to get through. But it was one conversastion of which couldn't be silent.

So she brought her knuckles into a fist and patted them against the door. Y/n waited a moment or two before hearing an uncertain, "Yeah?" From the other side.

One last breath leapt from the comforts of lips before she swung the door open and entered the dormetory. She stood awkwardly in the doorway as she met Fred's eyes, sat with his legs flung over the bed side. Neither of them broke an expression. Their eyes were blank and empty, waiting for the other to make the next move in this chess game they found themselves in.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Fred as the girl took a step forwards, shutting the door behind her.

She shifted on her feet slightly, "Came to talk to you." Y/n answered as she dared to move further into the room. She watched as he huffed, shaking his head in dismay. So she too huffed and uttered out a, "Fine."

Fred's brows knitted as Y/n wandered to his waredrobe, reteriving one of his own hoodies, one of which the girl had stolen before. From there, she slipped from the one Cedric had loaned her and put Fred's on, his familar scent brushing against her nostrails once again. Then she turned to the boy and raised a brow, "Better?"

He dragged himself from the bed and met the girl in the middle of the room where he looked down on her, "It wasn't just about the jumper." He told her.

She reached a hand out, letting it cup the side of his face - something of which he had effortlessly eased into. "Then what is it?"

His own hand grasped the one which comforted his cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to her palm. "It's just-" The words choked his throat as he pushed them out. "It's when you wear mine, when you go around with my jumper on, my number on your back, in Griffindor colours, everyone knows it's because you're mine." He paused and Y/n waited for him to gather his words. "So when you wear someone else's, I can't help but think it's the same."

Y/n would be lying if she didn't admit to the fact that her heart was fluttering, but still she comforted the boy and flashed him a soft smile. "I am yours. But a jumper, a bit of fabric, doesn't get to decided that. We do, Fred" She assured him as their pupils seemed tangled together - just as their hearts were.

Fred leaned his forehead forward until it met the girls. And there, through the silence of Fred's dorm, he whispered, "Mine."

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Serendipity

chapter seven

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): this is quite long, canonical voldemort style violence, use of one wizard slur (bloodtraitor), one mention of torture, parental death (minor mentions)

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The weeks flew by after that day in the Room of Requirement. In those weeks, you and Mattheo had gotten nowhere with researching your newfound siphon abilities, as most literature was just a regurgitation of previous works. The two of you grew closer, sessions usually ending in a spontaneous make out or sensual tryst, but he still refused to go any further than that. Refused to be completely vulnerable with you. Safe to say that your days were a lot more interesting, but it was becoming harder to hide your clear feelings from the prying eyes of your curious friends.

Harry had been frequently visiting Dumbledore's office for his own lessons of sorts and he had learned more about Mattheo's father, Tom Riddle, but nothing about why he needed one of Slughorn's specific memories.

The four of you were slaving away in one of the Herbology greenhouses when Hermione brought up the subject of Slughorn's illustrious dinner parties, which Harry had been avoiding.

"There's no way you'll be able to get out of this one because he actually asked me to check your free evenings, so he could be sure to have it on a night you can come." she said, wrestling with the weird pod-like creature that you were studying for that week.

Harry groaned as you snickered at his misfortune. Meanwhile, Ron, who was attempting to burst his pod in the bowl by putting both hands on it, standing up, and squashing it as hard as he could, shared a look with you and said angrily, "And this is another party just for Slughorn's favorites, is it?"

"Just for the Slug Club, yes," said Hermione, annoyance written on her face.

The pod flew out from under Ron's fingers and hit the green house glass, rebounding onto the back of Professor Sprout's head and knocking off her old, patched hat, causing you, Ron and Harry to let out loud laughs that died out at the Professor's unimpressed look sent your way.

Harry went to retrieve the pod while Hermione carried on, "Look, I didn't make up the name 'Slug Club'—"

"'Slug Club,'" repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of one of Malfoy's. "It's pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don't you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug—"

"You almost sound jealous, Won Won." you teased, using Lavender's cringe-worthy nickname that he clearly abhorred. Despite having a girlfriend, you just knew that somewhere deep down in his stupid, stupid brain, Ron still had feelings for Hermione.

"We're allowed to bring guests," Hermione, who had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, snapped, "I would have asked you, but I don't think your girlfriend would like that very much."

You turned to face Ron as he gufawed at your best friend. "Don't worry Ronald, I'm not one of his favourites either. Teddy's invited me as his plus one for this one, I'll let you know what we're definitely not missing out on." He only glared at you again in response.

Theodore had asked you to accompany him so that he wouldn't be stood alone as Blaise flirted his way through the other pureblood attendees. You had agreed and he gave you free reign of his Gringott's vault to choose a dress from a boutique that Pansy had graciously taken you to. It paid well to have a rich friend or two in this world.

It seemed that everyone knew of Slughorn's party and the chance of going as a guest with one of his members – you and Hermione caught Romilda Vane and her friends whispering about 'Harry' and 'Fred and George' and 'Love Potions' in one of the girls' toilets in the intermission between Transfiguration and Potions, and had watched in shock as they discreetly opened one of the twins' own Love Potions disguised as perfumes between them. You had both warned him to be wary of them, but of course Harry rarely listened to the two of you.

The three of you were walking out of the now-closed library, Ron off with Lavender Brown somewhere, when Romilda came up to him and offered him a bottle of Gilllywater. Hermione's i-told-you-so look had him declining it, but she seemed prepared and had shoved a pink heart shaped box of chocolates into his arms.

"Chocolate Cauldrons." the girl had said. "They have fire whiskey in them. My grandma sent them, but I don't like them."

Romilda smiled before walking away.

"Definitely firewhiskey in there," you say sarcastically. "Give it a whiff before you eat them. Make sure it's not Ginny you're smelling." you say before leaving the pair, laughing at Harry's disgruntled look and making your way to the Ravenclaw common room, intent on researching a book on Mermaids and Siphoners, but you weren't confident that you'd find information that wasn't in the books you'd already combed through.

~∞~

"I'm going with Luna." Harry said the next day. "To Slughorn's party. I'm going with Luna."

"That's wonderful, Harry." you say with a smile. "She really needs a pick-me-up bless her. Some idiot in her year keeps stealing all her things."

The girl came and told you not an hour later, an excited gleam in her pale blue eyes.

~∞~

A few days later, you were waiting outside the Slytherin common room, nervously smoothing out nonexistent creases from the fine silk of your deep green evening gown. You had agreed to meet Theo, Blaise and Pansy here before walking to Professor Slughorn's office together, where the dinner party was being held.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door to the common room, not knowing the password for it, obviously. The person who answered it made you want to smite them immediately – Greggory Goyle was as nasty as they came.

"What do you want, bloodtraitor?" he spat as he glared down at you, before his beady eyes snapped to your body, namely your chest.

"Not that it concerns the likes of you," you say, voice full of venom, "But I'm waiting for my date to Slughorn's dinner party."

"What poor soul agreed to take you to something as sophisticated as a dinner party?" the boy sneered, his gaze beginning to become an uncomfortable hindrance before your friend's voice rung out into the empty corridor.

"I did, Goyle. Now kindly fuck off." Theodore snapped before his gaze softened on your form. "Tesoro, you look dazzling." his face lit up with a smile as he twirled you under his arm.

"Thank you, Teddy." you flushed, while giving him a once over. "My, my, don't you clean up nicely." he swatted away the hand that patted his cheek.

As you were greeting Theo, the rest of his friends exited the common room, Lorenzo announcing that you'd have to wait for Blaise to 'stop staring at his reflection' as he did. It was obvious that Theo and Pansy were regulars at illustrious dinner parties: Theo wore a tailored suit, with a crisp white shirt and a dark green silk waistcoat and tie (charmed to match the exact colour of your own dress); Pansy wore a sleek dress in a rich shade of deep plum and her face was painted exquisitely with makeup that accentuated her pretty siren eyes, her short black hair styled into a flattering bob. She had come right up to see you in the dress she'd helped you pick out: a dark green silky number that hugged your body in the most flattering way.

She was busy fawning over the way your hair fell over your shoulders gracefully, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you felt a familiar prickle in the back of your mind. You turned to find Mattheo, white shirt partly unbuttoned, hair disheveled and eyes slightly bloodshot as he admired you with no shame. The way his deep, onyx eyes took you in from head to toe made you feel hot all over, and the words he spoke into your mind, made you melt even further. If that was even possible.

You look beautiful, love.

You smile at him in gratitude which was sent in waves to the forefront of his mind – a new trick he had taught you. He nodded his head with a proud smirk which sent flutters right to your core.

You look much better in Slytherin green than Ravenclaw blue, darling. You should indulge more often.

The boy was actually flirting with you and he basked in the sight of your flustered expression.

Pansy was the only one of the surrounding group to see your interaction and she gave you a look that you understood was her way of telling you that the two of you would be discussing this later.

Finally Blaise, who had just stumbled out of the stonewall entrance, said with an exasperated breathe: "Let's get this over with, please. I want to get there so I can leave earlier. If Slughorn asks me about my mother's latest husband one more time I may explode."

You stifle a laugh behind your hand as the tallest Slytherin glares down at you. "Were you not the one making us all wait in favour of admiring yourself in the mirror, Zabini?"

"When you have a face like mine, it must be admired Meadow." he replied with a self-assured smirk. Lorenzo practically guffawed at this, which is when you notice that his eyes were bloodshot like Mattheo's. But he was always a cheerful boy, seeing him laugh was a regular occurrence within this group.

Soon after Blaise appeared, you hooked an arm in the crook of Theo's elbow and the four of you began your walk to the classroom, completely missing the glare that Mattheo was pointing at the back of his best friend's head.

Compared to other offices you'd seen, Slughorn's was namely the biggest. Drapes of emerald, crimson and gold were streamed about the ceilings and walls, creating a tent-like effect about the room and thousands of faeries fluttered about the golden glow of where the apex of the drapes met, the faint fluttering of their wings could be heard over the music and chatter. The moment the four of you entered you'd commented on how crowded and stuffy it was as a live classical band played over the loud conversation from older wizards all around the room.

"I didn't know he invited elders here." you mumble to Theo who hums at you.

"It's all networking. A way to secure future positions in the Ministry." he said, resentment dripping from his tongue.

"And you don't want that?" you ask, staring at his profile, thanking him when he gave you a flute of champagne.

"I wanted to be a professional quidditch player, but my father wants me to follow in his footsteps." he says, before dropping his voice to a mere whisper. "And I mean that in all senses of the word, tesoro. It's not something I particularly want."

You hummed at his answer but squeezed his arm all the same. He sent you a sideways glance full of warmth. You'd almost forgotten about what he would endure during the upcoming holidays; it made you feel inexplicably guilty that you'd be having fun with your friends and family while Theo would be suffering.

Blaise and Pansy had already found themselves at the table of food platters with Daphne Greengrass, which is where you also found Harry, Hermione, Luna and Cormac Mclaggen. You grabbed Theo's hand and dragged him towards them, ignoring his discontent with being within radius of Harry and Mclaggen.

"Hi guys! Mclaggen." you say as you reach the quartet. "Mione, Luna you both look gorgeous."

They both thank you before all four of them frown at the boy behind you. "Oh for Rowena's sake, he won't bite, will you Teddy?" You sent him a pointed look over you shoulder, which had him instantly agreeing, albeit reluctantly.

"Only if they don't bite first." he says, his deep, accented voice dripping with uninterest. "Let's go and dance, tesoro. Make the night a little less unbearable."

You agreed and spent a majority of the night sipping on expensive wine and laughing with your three Slytherin friends, mindful to avoid Harry's looks of something that you couldn't name that he sent your way.

~∞~

The four of you spent hours dancing, only interrupted when Harry asked to steal you away to dance with him, as Luna had become caught up in a conversation with Ginny, Dean Thomas namely absent from her side. While you and Harry were contently swaying, there was a disturbance at the entrance.

You watched in the corner of your eye as Harry's face lit up with a sinister smirk at the sight of Malfoy being dragged into the room by Filtch who had him by the scruff of his robes.

"Professor Slughorn!" he said in his typically slimy voice. "Found this one lurking in the corridors upstairs. Claims he was invited to your party but was delayed in attending. Did you issue an invitation?"

If looks could kill, Filtch would be six feet deep.

Malfoy was glaring at the man with distain and fury as he yanked himself free of the caretaker's grasp, brushing away imaginary flecks of dirt from his rumpled suit.

"All right, I wasn't invited!" he said angrily. "I was trying to gatecrash, happy?"

Filtch was evidently not happy about this, but the look of immense joy that crossed his face sent shivers down your spine.

"You're in trouble, you are! Didn't the Headmaster say that night-time prowling's out, unless you've got permission, eh?"

Slughorn dissipated the situation with drunken ease, inviting Malfoy to stay for the remainder of the dinner party. Harry's face was a picture of bewilderment, mirroring Filtch's one of overwhelming disappointment.

"He looks a bit ill doesn't he?" you say under your breathe as Hermione comes to stand beside you.

"Who?" Harry asked, dumbly. You stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

"Malfoy. He does look ghastly pale." Hermione mumbled while you all watched as he chatted away to Slughorn about his grandfather.

"He's up to something." Harry said obstinately. You and Hermione shared a look and simultaneously rolled your eyes.

"You've got to stop with this Harry. You don't know for certain that he's a Death Eater." Hermione muttered, keeping her voice low enough that others wouldn't hear. "It's bad enough that you outright accused him in front of Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape."

"I still can't believe you had the audacity, to do that." you say, but Harry wasn't listening to either of you. In fact he followed right out behind Snape and Malfoy when they exitted the room, not ten minutes after the latter's noisy arrival.

"Oh for fuck's sake." you grit your teeth at your friend's stubbornness. Hermione shook her head before dragging you over to where Luna and Ginny were stood, having watched Harry sneak out.

~∞~

With the Christmas holidays finally upon you, you were spending a few days at the Burrow with Ron's family before you floo'd home to your family.

Hermione's lack of presence seemed to lay heavily upon you as you sat next to the empty seat in the kitchen that she'd always sit in. You don't know how she puts up with Ron and Harry without you – a headache was slowly building up in your temples as Ron asked Harry to repeat what he'd heard when he followed Snape and Malfoy out, for the millionth time, as the three of you polished Mrs. Weasley's cutlery.

Finally reaching a breaking point of sorts you snap at the pair.

"If you defy the unbreakable vow, you die. It's a sacred pact, Harry. Are you certain that Snape accepted one?" they turn to look at you as if forgetting you were there.

Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Fred and George almost convinced me to make one when I was five, but Dad went mental when he found us. Only time he's ever been scarier than mum." he pauses before adding an anecdote about Fred being punished pretty severely, which seems to summon the two giant twins into the kitchen, clad in expensive slacks, making fun of the fact that Ron and Harry were still not of age yet – unlike you. Fred turned to you then, a bright smile lighting up his face.

"Hello gorgeous, how are you coping with these ninnies without Mione?" he had a dazzling smirk on his face, which you would've fallen for once upon a time, had a polar opposite, wicked smirk not taken up your entire mind.

"Barely, as usual. How've you been, Freddie?" you smile up at him as he sits on the edge of the table, leg brushing your's.

Ron dramatically gagged, interpreting this as a flirtatious interaction. This turned the twins' attention onto him once more.

"We've heard through the grape vine that you have a new beau, Won Won." George said with a smirk. Ron turned to glare at you and you held your hands up in surrender. If you could use your legillimens abilities on him, you'd be screaming "it wasn't me, I swear!", but Ron would surely have a heart attack if you so much as whispered into his mind.

"Lavender Brown, was it? That's what Ginny said in her letters. How'd you manage to bag a girl, Ronniekins?" Fred chimed and they snickered as Ron's face went bright red.

"Piss off, will you." Ron mumbled, you and Harry smirked at his discomfort. "She's sweet."

"And here I thought he and Mione would've overlooked their pride and gotten together by now." Fred murmured to you, his breathe hitting the shell of your ear. You turned to face him, finding his alluring blue eyes staring right into your own.

"I believe that means you owe me a galleon...or five. I recall a bet we made at the Yule Ball, Weasley. It's time to pay up." you say, your eyes glinting mischievously as you held out your palm expectantly.

"You and your memory will ruin me, woman." he mutters scornfully, but he gives you a stack of galleons, discreetly nonetheless. You smile victoriously.

"Good to know business is treating the two of you well, Freddie." he smiles and shares a look with George.

"When are you coming to visit the shop, Meadow?" George asks as he uses his wand to slow Ron's polishing down.

"Is that an official invitation, Weasley?" you ask, satisfied with the peace you feel by being in the Burrow again, despite Hermione not being there.

~∞~

Mattheo hates his father with a burning passion. Tom Riddle was a cold, manipulative and tyrannical man who was absolutely not fit for the role of 'dad'. It's ironic, he thinks, that he should have a father who was incapable of feeling love, in all senses of the word. But Tom had loved Mattheo's mother once, in some sick and twisted way. Maybe it wasn't love, but he had a sick devotion for the woman that Mattheo never got to meet. She died after giving birth to the Riddle heir.

When his father was defeated all those years ago, Mattheo was handed off to the first family that bothered to know of his existence. Theodore Nott Senior was even less of a good father, to both him and Theo. But Teddy's mother took on the responsibility of showing them what it is to be kind, loving and compassionate.

That all withered away upon her death when he was only eight years old. It broke him, but it broke little Theo even more to lose the only parent who ever cared for him. Over the years, the well-mannered, inquisitive little boy transitioned into a coldhearted, unfeeling person, but sometimes Mattheo wished that people saw him for who he truely was, instead of the person they painted because of who his father was.

It's the reason he feels so drawn to you, he summises.

Someone who should hate him, someone who should despise him for all that he is, looked past his carefully constructed armour and saw that broken boy within. He wondered how long that would last, when you found out how much of his facade was his true identity. In his eyes, Mattheo was a monster. A carbon copy of his father.

The vast dining room that he found himself seated in felt entirely too small. The atmosphere was ripe with anticipation as the Dark Lord himself stared down at them from his erected throne at the head of the table. Mattheo sat in the seat adjacent to him, as his 'right hand man'. Showing that he would never be anything more than a soldier to his father. Lucius Malfoy sat opposite him, Bellatrix Lestrange in the next seat as she nodded in rapt attention to whatever Voldemort was saying.

The doors to the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor swung open with a slow and menacing creak, inviting Draco to walk in, followed closely by Theo and Enzo.

This is the part of the holidays that Mattheo had been dreading the most.

"Thank you kindly for fetching me our guests, Draco. Please be seated boys, and let dinner be served." Voldemort's hand sweeped through the air and the three chairs beside Mattheo pushed out at their own accord; his friends took the seats wordlessly, Theo seating in the one opposite Bellatrix.

Shortly after, the family's house elves wordlessly clicked their fingers and a feast appeared before them all. Mattheo didn't touch a single piece of food on his plate. Neither did his three friends, his brothers. He was infinitely grateful that Blaise and Pansy were not here. He planned on maintaining that for as long as he possibly could.

After the food, some of which had barely been touched by the hoard of Death Eaters in attendance, had disappeared, Voldemort stood up, towering above them all like an angel of death.

"Now we indulge in my favourite part of the evening." he says, clapping his thin, boney hands together delicately. "Theodore, Lorenzo...please, join me."

He held out his hands, offering the 'stage' to his son's friends. Mattheo had to physically claw at the seat beneath him to refrain from stopping them as they obeyed. Theo's chest shook with uneven breathes and Enzo didn't dare look anyone in the eye. Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unprepared to watch his friends submit to the same fate.

"Who wants to go first?" Voldemort asked the two boys, his snake-like voice coated in something akin to excitement and glee. When neither boy spoke up, he slammed a hand to the table, causing everyone in near viscinity to flinch. A vision of pure psychotic rage paints the monster's face.

"Fine." he snapped. "Mattheo, my son, come up here please."

Mattheo schooled his features and locked any thoughts of his friends, of you, up tight. When he was within reach of his father, Voldemort caressed his shoulders, strong from years of relentless Quidditch training, and whispered, his voice a mere hiss as he spoke in the tongue that only the two of them, and Harry Potter could understand.

Choose. He whispered. Who will go first? Choose and I'll spare you my wrath later.

Mattheo didn't know what to do, he was crumbling in front of his father's loyalist of followers, who were snickering and whispering amongst themselves. The insurmountable feeling of guilt festered in his stomach, a sick feeling persisting in his gut. How could he subject any of his friends to this?

CHOOSE! Or I will hunt down anything you hold dear. That is a promise, boy.

He couldn't let his father know about you. He knew the moment he discovered your abilities, Voldemort would seek you out and trap you with no hope of escape and use you for his own power hungry means. He couldn't let that happen.

"I'll go first." Theo's voice broke through his inner turmoil and Voldemort's sinister smirk travelled to his best friend's face. Theo was masking his terror well, but Mattheo saw right through him. Enzo visibly sagged in relief, no matter how short lived it was. He straightened when Mattheo entered his mind.

Don't show weakness. It'll be over soon, I promise brother. I'm sorry.

He gave an almost imperceptible nod. His features schooled into masked indifference.

"Theodore, my boy." Voldemort crooned. "What a good example you set for our young recruits. So...eager." a dig at Draco, who was yet to make headway in his task. "Come."

He beckoned Theo with a single come-hither motion. Theo moved with poised grace and knelt before the Dark Lord, staring up at the creature with stoney eyes. "Just like your mother." he tutted, and Mattheo clenched his fists tightly, fury painting his veins in vibrant fire. "It's a shame, truely."

Voldemort took hold of Theodore's left arm with bruising force but did the opposite of what Mattheo expected. "Mattheo, come. Since you failed to choose, you will do the honours for me. Mark him."

He began to protest, but Fenrir Greyback was behind him in seconds, pushing him to the ground with brute force. He struggled and fought until his father held a hand that physically stopped the fight with his magic.

"I won't do it." Mattheo spat. "No."

Voldemort's head contorted the way a snake's would when agitated and he shot a singular curse at his son with no hesitation.

Mattheo writhed as the effects of the Cruciatus curse overtook all his senses. Consumed in his agony he failed to acknowledge the sound of his best friends' grunts and screams as their skin was branded with the skull and snake of the Dark Mark, identical to the one festering on his scarred left arm.

There was no saving them now.

But at least Blaise and Pansy were safe in their own manors, not privvy to the price he would eventually pay in exchange for their own freedom and safety.

~∞~

hope everyone had a lovely christmas and a happy nye🫶🏼 thought i'd give you a long chapter by delving into a mattheo pov ;)

i love my degree but sometimes psychology makes me want to rip out my hair🙃🙂

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apparentlytheproblem · 8 months

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s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Y/n: *Yelling and screaming at Harry in Welsh*

Harry: *yelling and screaming back in French*

Fred and Draco: *just admiring them*

Ron to George and Lee: Should we stop them?

George: Nah, we're just getting to the fun part. *Summons popcorn*

Lee:*grabs some popcorn* My money's on Y/n.

George: Oh you're on.

Hermione, sighs: *wondering how she stayed friends with this bunch*

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suugarbabe · 9 months

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Forget me not

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, broken bones

Summary: based off this ask; this will be a short series fic

Your lungs were on fire, but you kept running. Pointing your wand behind you, throwing every defensive spell you could think of toward the figure behind you. You turned down a different corridor, noticing the stone arches above you. You pointed your want toward the ceiling, still sprinting, “Bombarda Maxima!” The stone behind you came crumbling down on top of your attacker. You slowed down to a light jog, seeing an opening in a wall just big enough for you to rest and catch your breath quickly. You heard footsteps nearing and gripped your wand tightly, at this point in your life the birch wood and Phoenix feather core were an extra limb for you. The steps came closer and you did your best to press yourself into the crack in the wall. As soon as you saw a foot in your peripheral vision you muttered a quiet impedimenta, the person immediately tripping and a flash of red hair coming into your vision.

“Ginny! Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry a death eaters been chasing me for Godric knows how long and I just-” Ginny embraced you in a hug so tight you thought she was going to crack one of your ribs. “Bloody hell, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you,” Ginny pulled away, quickly scanning over you head to toe as you did the same to her. She had some minor cuts on her face, her shirt and jeans covered in small tears and stone dust. You were sure you looked similar. “Have you seen the twins recently? Have you seen Freddie?” You tried to keep your voice from breaking as you asked. Ginny shook her head, “Not since they went with dad toward the towers.” You nodded, pushing any fear or doubt deep down inside along with any tears you feared were to spill. You heard cackling down the next corridor. Ginny grabbed your hand tightly, “We have to go.”

You and Ginny ran, dodging falling pieces of the castle and throwing spells toward any dark smokey figure you saw in the distance. You forced down the bile that would rise in your throat any time you had to step over a dead classmate, feeling guilty every time you were relieved it wasn’t Fred. You had been blindly following Ginny, not paying attention to where she was running when you came to the steps at the bottom of the astronomy tower. You followed her halfway up the stairs before glancing out one of the stone openings. You saw a giant swinging his curved weapon, flattening a row of stone soldiers in one fell swoop. You watched briefly as an acromantula picked up three students at once with their pincers, cutting them in half. You couldn’t hold it back this time as you stuck your head through the opening, emptying what little contents were in your stomach.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ginny walked back down the steps to check on you. You opened your mouth to speak when it suddenly felt like your head was going to explode. Your eyes met Ginny’s as you started to hear the gravely, burning voice of the one man everyone was fighting to defeat. You have fought valiantly…but in vain, I do not wish this, you looked back over the scene below, noticing everyone looking up at the sky, every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat, your eyes widened and met Ginny’s again, both beginning to descend the steps quickly. Voldemort's venomous tone continued, in their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. You both headed back the way you came, keeping an eye out for loved ones, alive or fallen. Harry Potter I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself there is no greater dishonor. Your mind immediately jumped to Fred, tears brimming at the thought, join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.

The Dark Lord’s voice was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. “The Great Hall,” Ginny stated breathlessly as you continued to run behind her. “What about it?” You questioned. “That’s where they’ll bring them,” she stopped running, turning to face you as you came to a halt, “the dead. They’re going to bring them to the Great Hal-”. You were sprinting past her before she could finish, you’re mind on one thing: not seeing Fred’s lifeless body on a stretcher. You ran past damaged walls, fallen painting and Filch sweeping pieces of stone with a push broom. You entered the Great Hall, slowing to a walk to better scan the faces around you. Your breath caught in your throat when they landed on Remus and Tonks. Tears ran down your face when you noticed their arms still outstretched toward each other.

“Y/N!” Ginny had finally caught up to you, “have you seen any of them? My family?” You shook your head, looking back toward your fallen friends in front of you. Ginny choked back sobs before both of your names began being called out. “Ginny! Y/n!” You both turned, seeing the Weasley parents running toward you. “Mum! Dad, oh thank Merlin,” Ginny spoke and the Weasleys enveloped you both in their arms. George was right behind them and you captured him in a hug quickly, nearly knocking him over, “I’m glad to see you too, duck.” You pulled back slightly, “And Freddie?” George’s face fell slightly, looking over your shoulder at his parents. You turned to them, neither able to meet your eye. You looked back towards George, seeing Charlie and Bill carrying someone on a stretcher. “No,” your voice was barely a whisper, growing louder and louder as your brain started to realize the situation, “No it can’t be, no, Freddie NO!”

You moved to run to the stretcher but George held on to you, long arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to his chest, “Let..go of me,” you fought against him, “George let me go, let me go to him…please…I-I need to see him.” George held onto you tighter, slowly sitting down on the ground as your body seemed to go limp in his arms. You turned towards him now, burying your face in the chest of his jumper as sobs escaped you. You felt like someone was squeezing your heart tighter and tighter with each breath, “I-I can’t b-breathe…G-Georgie I c-can’t b-breathe.” George turned you to face him, placing a hand on either side of your face, he forced you to look at him. At the face that looked just like your Freddie’s. Only it wasn’t Fred, you could tell. You were always able to tell.

By the end of week one you could tell, or at least you could tell which one of them was Fred. Both twins had a singular dimple when they smiled, on their left side; but Fred’s was just a little deeper than George. By the end of year two there were several differences, at least to you. George’s voice was slightly deeper, Fred’s part was just slightly more subtly to the left, and he had a faint beauty mark under his left eye. They both began accumulating little nics and scars on their skin as their pranks grew more extravagant as well. Fred had the smallest of scars on the bridge of his nose after running face first into the stone wall a week before Christmas holiday one year. He and Peeves had just pranked Filch, Fred forgetting that being a poltergeist allowed Peeves to escape through walls, while he just slammed into one. By the end of your sixth year they both had several more scars that helped you distinguish Fred from his twin, including a half inch scar below Fred’s right eye. It was your favorite one because it was the first time he had let you heal him at the end of year two. You had so many opportunities to heal the twins over the years Fred would joke that you should choose that as your profession.

George tapped your cheek lightly, bringing your attention back to the present. “Y/n, did you hear me, love? Are you listening? Ginny, is there something wrong with her hearing I thought you said you checked each other?” You grabbed his face, you now holding each other, “I’m here Georgie, I can hear you, what did you say?” He swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching another tear before it fell fully, “He’s still alive, duckie. Freddie’s not dead, he’s alive. We just can’t get him to wake.” You never moved faster in your life than you did from your spot towards Fred’s body. Ginny got up, allowing you to kneel right next to him. You scanned his body, gasping as you reviewed his injuries. His left leg was clearly broken, Molly muttering mending and bandaging charms above it. He had numerous cuts and bruises along his chest and stomach, some deeper than others, edges burned black from the types of spells that created them. His right hand and several fingers broken as well, as if someone stepped on it, ceasing his ability to use his wand. His neck was beginning to bruise, you noticed his shallow breaths and checked his pulse as you ran your fingers along his jawline. His upper and low lips were split on opposite sides. What worried you the most was the gash on his forehead, just below his hairline.

“Is he..?” You looked up to see Ron standing over you, doing his best to hold himself together. You stood up, “He’s alive, but he needs a lot of mending.” Ron did his best to smile at you, “Well then he’s in the perfect hands with you, I reckon he’s given you lots of practice.” You sniffled, nodding. You grabbed on to Ron quickly, not able to control the tears that were falling. He held onto you just as tightly. “I can’t lose him, Ron. I just can’t. I don’t think I can survive without him,” your tears soaking the shoulder of his shirt. “You’re not going to lose him, just stay with him. Do what you do best for him.” You pulled back, wiping your face with the palms of your hands as Hermione sprinted up to your group, “Harry went into the Forest, I-I couldn’t stop him. Luna said she saw Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters walking back toward the castle. They’re leading Hagrid with ropes like an animal. And he’s…” she trailed off, looking over at Ginny. “He’s what, Hermione,” you asked her, snapping her back to the present. “He was carrying someone.”

Ginny started running out of the hall. “Arthur!” Molly pointed towards Ginny; Athur and the older boys followed after her. Hermione and Ron followed quickly after that. You stayed with Fred, Molly staying as well not able to leave her injured son. You took your wand from your pocket, hands hovering over Fred’s stomach, “Vulnera Sanentur.” His cuts started to slowly close. You waved your want over his right hand, “Episkey.” The bones in his hands and fingers snapped back to their rightful place and a mild groan left Fred’s throat, yet he remained unconscious. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering to him, “I’m sorry, Freddie. I know you’re hurting. You are so strong, love. So very strong. I love you so much.” You sat up straight at the sound of cheering just outside the castle. You and Molly made eye contact, silently wondering to each other which side was celebrating. You continued waving your wand over Fred slowly, repeating incantations as you started to feel the energy of both powerful and dark magic around you.

Several death eaters burst into the great hall, the remaining witches and wizards now defending the injured and helpless around them. “You stay with Fred,” Molly kissed the top of your head and she ran to join the others. You continued working over your boyfriend, glancing up periodically to cast a protection bubble around the two of you every few minutes. You glanced up again, noticing Molly going toe to toe with Bellatrix. The dark witch glanced in your and Fred’s direction, tongue running along her dirty, blackened teeth. Molly then threw a curse at her, Bella deflecting it. But Molly didn’t stop, she went again and again, hitting Bellatrix with a stunning spell, then a tightening spell that caused her corset to squeeze her nearly in half. Molly finished her off with one last curse, hitting Bellatrix directly in the chest causing her to disintegrate into bits. A blood curdling scream erupted from outside the castle, followed by an eruption of cheers.

You looked down, running your finger tips over your favorite scar across his cheek, “You hear that Freddie, I think he did it. He beat him. We won, Freddie.” Molly joined you again, followed by Arthur and Charlie. “There’s one more thing to try and wake him, but it’s going to take the four of us to make it powerful enough. Do you think you can do it, darling, do you still have the energy?” Molly was looking at you. You nodded, “Anything.” She hovered her wand over her son, you, Arthur and Charlie doing the same. “The reviving spell, on three.” Arthur counted down, “One…two…three.” You waved your wand as the four of you said it simultaneously Rennervate. You could feel the magic burst from your wand, like it was coming straight from your veins and into Fred. You all sat back, waiting to see any signs of further life. You felt a hand on your waist, trying to grasp on to the bottom of your shirt. You looked down, seeing the hand you had healed just an hour before. “Oh thank Godric,” you held his hand in yours and he squeezed back tightly.

His eyes suddenly opened, a deep gasp escaping his throat as he went to sit up quickly. Arthur and Charlie pushed him back down, holding either shoulder, “It’s alright son, you’re alright. Just breathe. You’re still going to be in quite a bit of pain but Y/n and your mother have healed you well.” You smiled as the tears fell, you were so happy you thought you could burst. The men let Fred sit up on his elbows to glance at the scene around him. He looked at each face of his family members before stopping at yours. You grabbed his hand once more, “How do you feel, Freddie? What still hurts?” He sighed, “I mean everything kind of, but it’s a dull pain. But…I do have a question.” George kneeled down next to his twin, “Anythin’, mate, what is it? You want something to eat? Some fire whiskey to take the edge off?” Fred shook his head, you imagined a million different things he could have asked you all, but nothing could have prepared you for the gut wrenching feeling you got when he made eye-contact with you again before asking,

“W-who are you guys?”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #weasley twins #battle at hogwarts #harry potter #golden era #hermione granger

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lixzey · 6 months

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Professor, Professor

ex-lovers to colleagues, what could go wrong?

professor remus lupin x assistant professor!reader

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iamhpfan · 7 months

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Y/n *speaks with gestures*: Have you seen my wand?

Fred *also speaks with gestures*: No, i haven't.

Hermione: What is going on here?

Y/n: We don't talk to each other.

Hermione: Why?

Y/n: He has eaten my sandwich.

Fred *angrily speaks with gestures*: WELL, YOU SHOULD'VE PUT A NOTE ON IT!

Y/n *like crazy speaks with gestures*: I HAVE! OPEN YOUR EYES!

Fred *angrily moving his hands in the air*: something unspeakable

Y/n *shows him a fuck*: FUCK OFF! (probably)

Hermione:

Hermione: Oh, i see.

#harry potter wrong quoting #harry potter #harry potter imagine #y/n #female reader #fm!reader #× y/n #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #hermione granger × reader #granger!reader #hermione granger

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frost-queen · 8 months

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Sudden attention // part 2 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine, @evilcr0ne, @floatlosers, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Summary: Making fun with girls about McLaggen's interest in you makes Fred make a move on you, no longer able to control the fact that you aren't his yet. [part 1 & part 3]

“Did McLaggen really send you a letter?” - Ginny asked with much interest tapping you on the knee. You hummed loud looking up to the ceiling. – “What did it say?” – Hermione questioned scooting closer to you on the bed. – “Don’t know.” – you answered shrugging your shoulders. – “Your brother fried the letter before I could get my hands on it.” – you motioned to Ginny. Hermione gasped loud moving her hands over her mouth. – “That idiot!” – Ginny mumbled out. – “I would’ve loved to read it.” – it was clear Ginny was bummed out. – “I know.” – you agreed.

“I’ve never received a letter from a boy so I was curious to see what he would write.” – you told them. – “Probably something like your eyes are the prettiest.” – Ginny cut in moving a pillow on her lap. Hermione tapped you on the shoulder. – “Or all I can think about it you.” – she said blushing at her own reaction. You decided to join their silliness. – “Or no girl compares to you.” – you said with a swoon making them snort loud.

“I’ll catch you like a snitch.” – Ginny dropped as you laughed loud. Hermione fell back on the bed laughing her ass off. – “Pity Fred burned the letter.” – she said getting back up, pinking a tear of joy away. Ginny grabbed the pillow hard, flipping it up against her chest. – “What if we write him a letter?” – she suggested as your eyes widened. Hermione gasped in shock. – “Ginny you sly fox.” – she threw her pillow at Ginny who moved her head aside. – “Let’s do it.” – Hermione then said surprising you. – “Come on Y/n!” – she started nudging you hard to get a move on.

“I… I don’t even know what to write.” – you chuckled out getting pushed towards the desk. Ginny and Hermione coming after you all giggling. Ginny sat you down as Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment. – “Start with Dear Cormac.” – Ginny suggested pointing at the top of your parchment. You did as you were told, writing it down. Hermione clasped her hands together at a bright idea. – “Tell him you were flattered by his letter.” – she patted your shoulder for you to note it down. You gave her a questionable glance. – “I didn’t even know what it said.” – you answered.

“Let’s assume it was only good praise.” - Ginny laughed out. – “Okay.” – you gave in writing it down. Ginny took the parchment from you, holding it up. She started reading out loud what you had written as it spiraled into a talk of making fun and laughs. – “Cormac you look like a star.” – Ginny laughed out. Hermione snatched the parchment from her. – “and kiss like a toad.” – she laughed out as you busted out in laughter. You took the parchment from her, holding it to your chest.

“Cormac baby hold me.” – you dramatically acted out with a swoon. Ginny and Hermione laughing loud. – “Cormac how you thrill me.” – Ginny waved her hand for some cool, ending up giggling. – “Oh you make me dizzy.” – you joked out spinning round. Hermione and Ginny came after you as you fluttered around the room. – “Oh honey, honey kiss me more.” – Ginny called out throwing her hands up. Hermione grabbed a shawl swaying it around her neck. – “Honey It’s funny to say the least you are a…” – Hermione said as you shouted loud. – “Toad!” – making all three of you laugh even louder.

The door opened creakingly, Fred popping his head inside. – “What’s the fun about?” – he questioned. Hermione, Ginny, and you looked at each other, busting out in laughter. Fred chuckled nervously not sure what was so funny. It was only then that he noticed the parchment that had fallen onto the ground. Ginny and Hermione sighed loud to catch their breath sitting down on the bed. Fred picked it up, his eyes widening at what he was reading.

“Are you sending him a letter?” – he called out, his voice almost pitching up. He grabbed you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him. – “Are you?” – he freaked out. – “It’s a joke Fred.” – you responded taking the parchment from him. – “I don’t get why you are so panicking about it.” – you puffed out, throwing the parchment into the fires. Ginny yelped soft the parchment thrown away.

Shame it could’ve been a good joke to laugh about back in school. – “Are you going to tell Harry?” – you questioned crossing your arms. – “No.” – Fred responded loud. – “My Godfather?” – you quirked your brow up, looking questionable at him. Fred shook his head, waving his hands across.

“I just want to say one thing.” – he began cut off by his mother calling you down. Fred sighed loud. – “Coming!” – you shouted back. – “Tell me later.” – you told Fred, moving past him out of the room. Ginny shook her head judgmental. Fred threw her a childish expression before leaving the room too.

You went down the stairs meeting Molly in the kitchen. At the sight of you she stopped cutting vegetables. – “Y/n darling how do you feel about helping me cook. A little bonding.” – she teased giving you a nudge. – “I’d be delighted.” – you responded giving her a quick hug. You followed her to the counter. She gave you some tomatoes to cut. – “I know this can be done easily, but I just love some old fashioned cooking.” – she wrinkled her nose with delight. It made you smile at how much you adored her.

“So tell me more about this McLaggen boy.” – Molly asked with interest while cutting carrots. – “What is there to tell.” – you responded cutting through the tomato. – “I don’t know him very well.” – you answered. – “But he obviously knows who you are, otherwise, he wouldn’t be interested.” – she replied giving you a nudge. – “His dad is a pretty big name in the Ministry.” – you told her. – “Oh perhaps he knows Arthur.” – Molly responded. You doubted that but didn’t want to sound rude, so you lied.

“I’m sure he does.” – you told her instead. You put the cut tomatoes in a bowl, moving on to the next vegetables. Loud thundering steps rushed down the stairs. Not a moment later walked Fred casually in the kitchen. He cleared his throat trying to look cool or something while coming over. – “What’s cooking mom.” – he asked coming to stand behind you and her. Molly turned round to slap him against his arm. – “You’ll have to wait just like everyone else.” – she called out knowing he had a habit of snatching a taste.

Fred shrugged his shoulders walking to the table to sit down. – “Do continue your conversation ladies.” – he said casually as if he wasn’t even interested in it. Molly gave him a motherly scowl. Molly and you refused to talk about McLaggen with him around till Molly’s curiosity became so big, she couldn’t help herself. – “His family must have money then?” – she asked. You hummed loud. – “A lot I guess.” – you spoke back whilst cutting. – “That is always good, You’ll be settled then.” – Molly responded.

Fred scoffed loud catching your attention. – ��Got a comment?” – you called out pointing the knife at him. – “Sure he can buy you some diamond earrings or so but he’s still a toad.” – Fred responded making you jam the tip of the knife in the wooden counter. – “He’s not a toad!” – you called out. – “Oh yeah… bloated.” – Fred said half smirking. Molly sighed soft shaking her head at her son. – “Have you even looked at him properly. I’ve never seen anyone as conceited as him.” – Fred laughed out.

You came from around the counter over to the table. – “Jealous?” – you asked setting your hand on the table standing near him. Fred puffed loud. – “Me? Jealous? Of him? Never.” – Fred said. – “I know you lie.” – you smirked reading it so off his face. Fred puffed annoyed. – “Na-uh.” – he said in a childish tone. – “You aren’t really convincing Weasley.” - you said smiling.

“I just don’t think you are one to kiss toads.” – he responded making you quirk your eyebrow up. Fred got up with a deep sigh. He turned to face you. – “Don’t go falling in love with him.” – he asked, almost begged. – “Why?” – you remarked. – “Why…” – he repeated softening his expression on you. – “You know why Y/n.” – he went on. That sheepish smile of his made it suddenly all so clear. Your eyes widened as you stumbling took a step back. Fred grabbed you by the wrist holding you in place.

“Y/n… look at me.” – he asked as you kept looking away. Hesitantly you dared to look at him, suddenly stuck in his gaze. He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sending a tingling rush up your spine. A warm fuzzy feeling you wanted to cling onto. – “Keep your focus on me… please.” – he said making you nod numbly. Starstruck with this fuzzy feeling. You had never experienced a boy taking interest in you so Fred’s entire whole was making you weak on the knees.

Molly cleared her throat. – “These vegetables aren’t cutting themselves.” – she called out. You hummed loud still gazing at Fred. Fred smiled touching your nose which made you blink rapidly. – “We’re coming mom.” – Fred called out to her. He took your hand leading you round the table back to his mom.

You grabbed the knife again snapped back to reality. Sirius was about to enter suddenly seeing Fred plant a kiss against your cheek. – “Oh Merlin.” – he sighed out, batting his eyes up. Pinching his nose bridge he just turned around not having the energy to confront it. You touched your cheek flustered. Fred winked at you making it extremely obvious that he liked you. Molly slapped him away with a towel. Fred jumped around, getting hit as he got shoved away.

"We need to make diner!" - Molly called out. You chuckled waving Fred goodbye. He kept looking you almost bumping against the wall while backing away. - "Go!" - Molly said waving the towel around. Fred smiled dissapearing. He evaporated right behind you, giving you a quick hug from behind before his mom could scold him more. Molly nearly got a heart attack from him appearing so suddenly. He evaporated back before the towel could hit him.

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only-angel-28 · 4 months

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mastermind, theodore nott

ongoing!

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mastermind, part one

mastermind, part two

mastermind, part three

mastermind, part four

mastermind, part five

mastermind, part six

mastermind, part seven

mastermind, part eight

mastermind, part nine

mastermind, part ten

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majesty31 · 9 months

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𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟷/?

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑯𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 <𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟒.𝟒𝒌

Sometimes you wished you weren't born in a pureblood family, you had always looked at other families and wished you were them, you saw the way they would laugh and joke with their parents, and if you were being completely honest you envied them, so much so that you started hating them. How was it that some people got the loving parents you so wished for, how was it that those same people who had them never realized how lucky they were.

As much as you wished for those parents that hugged their children, and read them stories and helped them with boy problems, you knew it was for the better, and you knew you deserved what you got.

And all you truly wanted was a sister, or even a brother, maybe if you had someone to be your rock maybe you would have been able to endure the pain your father caused you, maybe you would have been able to handle the way he treated your mother, or maybe you would've been able to forgive her for just standing by while the man yelled and cursed you out.

Maybe you would have been able to look at your parents with love, maybe you would have been able to forgive the both of them and maybe you would've known what love actually looked like.

But you didn't have any real friends, they were all spoiled, no good pureblood and you didn't like the lot of them. Well, there were a couple who you could tolerate, and maybe you did consider them your friends. And one boy in particular who you'd consider your best friend. He was one of many purebloods who understood what you were going through but he wasn't like the rest. He never bullied anyone, he was quiet and calm and never begged for attention. And the two of you were always together.

But you never did go to him with family problems and he never came to you with his either, it was like the two of you knew what the other was going through and silence was the best cure for the both of you.

You two were in the same friend group and you had known them all since your first year. And even though you loved them all dearly Blaise was just different, you two would always stay out of the fights and out of Dracos relentless bullying.

And even though you hated everyone Draco did you just didn't find the need to bully them, it wasn't anyones fault who they were born too and it was for the better. There always had to be two sides didn't there? And you just so happened to be on the side you never wanted to be on. A side you were forced on, born into.

It was your forth year in Hogwarts and this year was supposed to be the most exciting one, it was the year of the triwizard tournament something a lot of people were looking forward too, including your friend group.

You were sitting on a bench writing an Essay for Snapes class that was due the next day while Draco and Blaise were watching people enter into the tournament. You weren't concentrated and honestly didn't care who entered, but Draco and Blaise seemed to be so interested and were already betting among themselves for who was going to get picked.

"No way Diggory is putting his name in," Draco scoffed, a small laugh leaving both boys.

"He wouldn't last an hour in the games," Even though both boys knew fully well Diggory would be a good choice for the games and could potentially win they were still sour because they had lost to Hufflepuff in Quidditch last year, and Diggory was on the team. You just let out a small laugh, causing both boys to look at you.

"What's so funny L/N?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a look.

"You two are just sour because of last year huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Blaise cut in. "We both just know sport and players," You nodded, trying to look serous.

"Right right, its not like last year Hufflepuff beat your arses and now you two are still mad about it," You smiled. And just as Draco was about to say something stupid like he always did he got cut off by cheering.

You looked away from them to see two gingers making their way towards the cup, both with big smiles on their faces. They both had potions in their hands which must be to help them seem older in order to get past the ring that was around the cup.

"Well lads, we've done it," George said.

"Cocked it up just this morning," Fred finished, both of them giving high fives to their friends. You just rolled your eyes and put your attention back on your Essay.

"Idiots, do they really think that rubbish potion is going to work?" Draco laughed.

"Good thing we're here to see it go wrong," Blaise said, a small smile on his face as the two of them looked at the other two idiots. Draco was always different around you and Blaise, he seemed more himself and not such an arse or such a showoff. He never tried to prove himself with you two and you were glad. If he did you know you wouldn't be able to stand him.

You looked up again, seeing both of the twins sitting by Hermione, your eyes caught Freds who had already been looking at you before you caught his stare. He quickly looked away and stood up along with George, and only now did you notice how you instantly got butteries the moment you saw Fred looking at you.

You blew out a breath but all that got washed away right as you saw Pansy in the hallway. Her eyes were on you and right when you looked at her she motioned you over, a worried look on her face. You instantly felt uneasy and nervous, she always gave you that look when you got a letter for your parents.

You never got letters unless it was important or if they were mad at something you've done.

"I have to go," You said, packing up everything and rushing away from the boys before they even got to say anything. You were so worried and in your own thoughts about the letter that you missed the way Freds eyes followed you, the way his heartbeat felt faster whenever he saw how pretty you looked, which was every time he saw you.

He always hated how much you affected him because he knew he'd never be able to get a chance with you, you hated him and even though he wanted to hate you he just couldn't. To him you were perfection in every way, the way you walked, the way you laughed which squeezed his heart every time he heard it, the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes would always brighten every time you saw snow, maybe even the way you would always try to get Draco to stop from bullying Ron.

And he could tell right now that something was wrong, he could tell by the way you walked, by the way your face was covered in worry and fear, by the way you rushed out with Parkinson and by the way both Malfoy and Zabini knew why you had rushed out and what it was about.

~~~

It turns out the letter was just explaining how they were going on a business trip and you won't be coming home for any holidays which made you feel relief, Christmas with your family always seemed so unjoyful and you always had so much more fun when you spent Christmas with your friends, and they always got you presents you loved not something that you might need later in life.

You were talking with Pansy about the letter when you noticed the Gryffindor boys walk into the classroom. You were confused because Snape had told you lot that today was dance practice. You looked around the boys and saw Fred standing in the back with George both laughing with Ron and Harry.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall said, clapping her hands. "Now we've split you up and paired you with different house so this will be the groups you will be dancing with until the Ball,"

"Isn't this a delight," Astoria, one of the girls you've been friends with since first year said. She wasn't apart of your friend group but the two of you had a lot of classes together throughout the years and you had grown close. "I was looking forward to dancing and now its ruined,"

"Well at least this will only be for a couple of weeks," You whispered back, not feeling as annoyed as you hoped. As McGonagall was explaining you caught the eyes of the same ginger, you didn't know why you were catching his eye so much and it was making you feel things you didn't want to.

"Since the lot of you aren't getting up to pick your own partners I will do it for you," You got snapped back to the Professor just as everyone groaned about what she just said.

"Just keeps getter better huh?" Astoria whispered, annoyance laced in her voice. But you were barely focused on what she was saying, your heartbeat was just getting faster and faster as McGonagall was paring two and two together and soon your name was called out.

Your heart stopped all together when she called out Fred's name. You didn't know why you were this nervous, you hated the boy. And you hated how he was a dirtyblood and how he was so joyful and energetic. Right?

You stood up and made your way towards the boy, who was already waiting for you on the floor. He seemed nervous, and his eyes wouldn't meet your own. It was something you've never seen on him before and it made you feel strange.

"Now boys put your hand on her waist," You heard McGonagall yell out. Fred stepped closer so the two of you were only inches apart. He looked down at your waist before he look at your face, he slowly and gently put his hands around you and pulled you closer.

Butterfiles erupted in your stomach, and his touch made you feel something you had never felt before. McGonagalls voice felt like background noise when Fred took your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, his hands were so much bigger than yours and they were so warm that you felt it in your whole body.

You looked up into his eyes when you placed your free hand on his shoulder, and this time he didn't look away. Your breath was coming out uneven and it felt like you were on a cloud, like it was just the two of you in the room.

Fred had never felt so nervous in his life, and he couldn't deny that when his name was called out with your own that he was excited and so nervous at the same time. He was hoping your name would be called with his.

And when you stood before him it was the first time he realized how much taller he was then you, he realized how he towered over you and you from that angle was the prettiest view he'd ever seen. He knew he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye from this close, he knew if he did he would want to kiss those beautiful lips that would always make the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen.

But he got even closer and it made him want to melt right there and then. The way his hands felt your waist and the way his hand fit so perfectly in yours, he just couldn't keep his eyes off of yours.

And the moment he looked down and gazed into your eyes he felt lost, it was like it was just the two of you in the room and he wanted more then anything to just close the distance and know what it felt like to kiss those perfect lips and what it felt like to have those small pretty hands in his hair.

Fred was so lost in the dance and the way you were looking at him that he didn't notice the way his brothers were looking at him, didn't notice how they noticed the way he was looking at you right now but even if he did know he didn't have a care in the world.

He knew you were different and he loved every part that was you, even if you two were from different worlds, and different homes and different families, all he wanted was you.

~~~

The Ball was right around the corner and everyone was so excited including you, you had already picked out the perfect dress and were now just waiting on a special someone to ask you. You weren't too worried about it because you knew if you didn't get asked you would just go with Blaise.

You were sitting in the library with Draco, Blaise, Theo, Enzo and Pansy all working on a big group project that would be wroth a lot of marks. You were all trying your best to keep the noise down since Snape never let a sound be made.

"Theo you aren't doing a single thing," You whispered, hitting him on the back of the head with your notebook. He glared at you, before snatching the book out of your hands.

"Hey. Only Snape can do that," He said, throwing the book to Blaise.

"You wanna bet?"

"Hey Snape is coming," Enzo said making you all look back towards Snape who looked at all of you with warning.

"Okay okay lets just all," Pansy started, looking at Theo. "Work on this so we get a good grade okay?"

"Like we didn't plan that from the start," Enzo cut in making Pansy glare at him. You looked away from the group who were only getting louder by the second and looked towards the doors that had just opened.

You saw one of the Durmstrang boys who you had talked to a couple of times make his way inside. He was a handsome looking boy, and a lot of girls swooned over him along with many other Durmstrang boys. He had a full head of dark brown hair, it was fluffy and curly, his eyes were a dark shade of brown and he was buff, it looked as though he never missed a day of working out.

His eyes soon connected with yours and just like that a smile was plastered on his face. You smiled back but were a little confused when he made his way towards you.

"Can I get a moment with Y/N?" He asked, his thick accent making it hard to understand. But everyone at the table looked at him and then at you.

"Of course," Theo said, standing up, his arms in the air. "Just don't take too long, i know it happens sometimes but we need her for this project. She is the brains you know," Your eyes widened the second Enzo and Draco started laughing. You stood up and slapped his shoulder.

"Don't listen to anything he says. He's stupid after all," You said, glaring at all of the boys before you dragged the confused Durmstrang away.

Fred who had also been in the library couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw you talking with the Durmstrang boy, and he felt anger boil when he saw your friends teasing, and soon a big smile was on your face which confirmed what his question must have been.

Fred clenched his jaw and his fits as he looked down at the work in front of him. He knew he couldn't be mad like this when he wasn't going to ask you but the feelings just came and there was nothing he could have done about them.

"You okay Fred," George asked, Fred just nodded before he grabbed his work and stood up.

"I'm gonna go," And before George could ask what the hell was wrong Fred angrily made his way towards the door.

~~~

It was the day of the Yull Ball, everyone was beyond excited including you, it was rare for Hogwarts to have dances like this, and it was a very exciting time in general, not just with the dance but with the tournament. Which caused a lot of commotion and a farrert, something that no one was going to forget for a while.

After getting ready and meeting your date you entered the ball room, which was beyond beautiful. Your eyes were fixed on the room and the food that you again missed a certain someones eyes that just couldn't seem to leave you.

And he thought you couldn't get any more beautiful. He was horribly wrong.

He couldn't help the smile that made its way on his face, the way your eyes shown and the way your smile went from ear to ear was just too much for the poor boy. He knew from this moment that he just wouldn't see another girl the way he saw you, he knew he was head over heels for you and it did scare him.

But how could he not.

Throughout the whole night his eyes would always try to find your form, and every time his eyes found you he would feel calm and his heart would do summersaults but he also felt envy. He wanted more than anything to be that boy you were dancing, laughing and talking with.

But he was a coward for not asking you first. And he cursed to himself every time he saw your pretty face, because that could have been him.

As the night dragged on you were pulled away from all fun you were having, Pansy had come to you with a letter from your parents. Again, dread filling your body and you knew this night was most likely to get ruined.

As you read the letter your heart dropped, an overwhelming sensation came over you and you felt so so so angry. You crumpled up the letter and threw it away, you tried your best to keep the tears at bay but they slipped anyways. You quickly wiped it away but more just kept coming.

You tired your best to not panic, you took deep breaths in and let them out slowly, but it wasn't helping and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. You didn't know if they were angry tears or sad ones but either way they weren't stopping.

You walked back into the ball room, right away you went towards Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Theo, they all stopped talking once they saw you and right away they looked worried.

"Y/N?" Draco asked, coming closer. You looked up at him, and it just broke your heart. He didn't know. You bit your lip trying your best not to brust out crying. "A-

"No," You cut him off, a single tear dropping from your eyes. "Don't," He looked so concerned at this point, they all did. You just ignored their questions and grabbed Theo's drink. You smelled it before you downed it all at once.

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?" Blaise asked, grabbing the cup away from your hands. You knew they spiked the drinks, it was honestly what you needed right now. You needed to just forget.

"What? What does it look like I'm fucking doing?" You asked, voice raising. "You all can drink but I can't? How the hell is that fair?" You never swore, you never drunk, you were a good kid. Better than all of them and they knew this. That might be why they always tried to protect you from everything all the time. Because they knew you still had hope that life could get better.

You felt inside Theo's jacket until you felt what you were looking for. Theo tried getting you away but you had already grabbed the bottle.

"Y/N I don't know what that letter was about but drinking won't make it go away-"

"Your right it won't," You backed away. "But it sure as hell will get it off of my mind-"

"Y/N stop it. You're better then this," Draco said, his eyes pleading. You socffed

"What if I don't want to be better than this. What if I just want to do whatever the hell I want without having to worry about everyone else," Tears were rolling onto your cheeks but you wiped them away.

"Y/N just talk to us-"

"No! God just leave me alone!" You yelled, walking away and disappearing into the crowd. The boys tried going after you but there were too many people.

~~~

As the night went on you were only getting more and more drunk and after a little the bottle was empty and you were completely drunk. And your date was starting to notice this.

"Y/N are you okay? You seem different," He asked as the two of you were on the dance floor.

"Of course I'm okay," You slurred happily. "Why wouldn't I be, we are having a great fucking time at this stupid ball," You said, laughing, and soon you were dancing and going all out. You laughed again when you almost fell but he caught you.

"Okay, I think we should sit down,"

"What no, the good songs are just starting to play," And even with your protests he led you off the dace floor and towards a quiet table in a corner.

"Look just stay here I'll be right back okay?" He said you only nodded and with that he left.

"Stupid boys," You whispered as you drank from your punch that had the last bit of alcohol in it.

"Y/N?" You looked up, narrowing your eyes and soon his blurry figure was clear. Fred. You smiled instantly and jumped up, but you caught yourself before falling on your face by grabbing his firm arms.

"Wow, you don't look like the type," You laughed, referring to his arms which you still hadn't let go of. Fred looked at you confused and worried, he knew you'd never say something like that. You were to collected and quiet for that.

"Are you..." He dragged off when you saw you reach for your cup. It clicked too fast. He grabbed the cup away from you.

"Give it back," You whined, trying to grab it but he pushed your arm away. He put the cup to his nose and right away he could smell the alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked.

"I have never seen you so serous," You laughed, pushing away from him but he grabbed you and faced you towards him again.

"Answer the question? No you know what I already know. Why the hell are you drinking?" He seemed so mad that you got upset. You pushed him away.

"Why does everyone care if I drink? You are all so annoying. Just leave me alone," His blood boiled but he didn't have time to yell at you right now, and he could see Snape looking over at the two of you too often so he grabbed you and dragged you out of the ball room.

You were squirming and trying to get away from him but he was a lot stronger then he looked. Must have been all that quidditch and you thought it was really attractive.

"Where are you taking me?" You whined.

"To your dorm," You instantly tried pulling away which caused him to stop walking. "What?"

"Please don't take me their, I know Draco will be there waiting for me,"

"Good, he seems like a good friend to you-"

"No no please you don't understand. I can't see him. I can't talk to him," Tears started forming in your eyes. "I can't tell him," His brows furrowed. And the way you seemed so destroyed he just couldn't keep up this serous and hard act anymore, all he wanted to do was wipe those tears away and hug you. He just wanted to make it all go away.

"I'll just take you to my dorm okay?" Your eyes brightened and you nodded, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "But promise me you will try to be quiet,"

"I will I will," He nodded, his heart breaking from looking at you. You were to pretty to be crying, but he couldn't lie that you looked beautiful when you cried.

He sunk you into his dorm and thankful the room was empty, meaning the boys weren't back from the Ball yet. He sat you on his bed as he went to get a bottle of water.

You took this time to look at the boy. He was so handsome, you had always believed he was but you just never let yourself think such thoughts. He took off his jacket and put it on a chair before he rolled up his white selves. And you couldn't help but stare at those forearms. They were a lot more muscular than you thought.

But he didn't stop there. He took his tie off and unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt and you were star struck. He was so beautiful. So handsome, and just so. There wasn't even a word to describe him.

"Here," He gave you the bottle of water, which you took while still staring at him.

"You know you are so pretty," You said. He looked at you with shock before a small nervous smile spread on his face.

"Your drunk Y/N, you don't know what your saying," You got up, throwing the bottle of water on the bed and made your way closer to him. He didn't back away when you were only inches apart, he seemed curious and nervous as he looked into your eyes.

"I do. I just never had the nerves to tell you," You looked in his eyes before they shifted towards his lips. This boy had always looked at you a certen way, and it was the kind of look at made you weak and nervous. You knew if you were sober you'd never have the nerve to do what youve always wanted to do.

And you could see he wanted it too. You could tell by the way his eyes would shift towards your lips and by the way he seemed so nervous, and looked like he wanted it just as much as you. Maybe even more.

And without a thought in the world you closed the distance.

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You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

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It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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The Muggle Mixtape

Pairing - Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader Summary - In an attempt to get her friends into muggle music, Y/n makes a mixtape for Mattheo. He ends up liking it more than expected. Warnings - Slight mention of a hangover/drinking Words - 1.9K

A/n - This is my first time writing for Mattheo so I hope it’s alright <3

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Mattheo didn't think much of muggle culture. He studied parts of it in muggle studies but he found such lesson dragged and he struggled to even keep his eyes open. Safe to say, he wasn't one to explore out of the confines of Wizards and their impeccable inventions. Through Y/n's eyes, he was sufficiently deprived of muggle luxuries. And maybe he wasn't all that bothered about finding out more, but Y/n knew that he had know idea what he was missing out on.

Coming from a family which was half muggle, half magical, she had dashes of muggle music and tv and film littered into her day-to-day. She was amazed by the stories and the lyrics which they constructed ever so seamlessly. The girl wanted nothing more than to spread that amazement.

"I swear if that is the same mixtape you had on all last week-" Pansy had whined as Y/n leaned over to the stereo to change the music to her own.

Y/n pushed a few buttons before There she Goes by The La's started to lull through the Slytherin common room. "No, don't worry. New mixtape, new songs." She assured Pansy, returning to her potions homework she had forgotten about until this morning.

"I don't understand it." Mattheo spoke up with a curious speck in his pupils. He leaned over and grabbed the casing of the mixtape where Y/n had handwritten each of the song titles and their respected artist. "Why muggle music?" His eyes began to scan the words, finding himself more confused than he had been prior.

"Because it's amazing. Are you listening to this right now?" The girl gestured back to the stereo which was still playing.

Mattheo shrugged and handed the cover back over, "It's alright. It's really nothing special, don't see why you get so worked up over it." He told her, honestly.

It was then, when the girl glanced to him, that an idea popped into mind. Well, more like a bet she had silently made with herself: she would make sure that by the end of the school year, Mattheo would finally admit to liking muggle music.

As it was currently October, it gave Y/n a good few months to successfully mould this plan on her's into place. She was certainly aware of his lack of knowledge when it came to anything muggle related. Any type of their media he acted completely apathetic towards. It was her challenge to try and change that.

She started by simply adjusting her mixtapes slightly to songs which she believed would suit Mattheo more. He would squirm at anything played by Blur, but seemed to ease whenever The Cure came on. She started collecting a list of what bands and artists he seemed to enjoy. By the start of Decemeber, it looked a little something like this: - The Cure - Nirvana (Lithium especially) - Sometimes Radiohead

They had been setting up for the annual Christmas Slytherin party when the boy pipped up all of a sudden and asked, "What's this song again, Y/n?" He had been in the midst of setting up lights, while the girl was pilling in several drinks. Mattheo had, in fact, never heard this song before. Though, his voiced opinion was one which helped Y/n in her data collection.

She looked to him, a cheeky glint in her eyes which she attempted to suppress, "Rock the Casbah. It's The Clash." She informed.

He nodded and went to return to what he had been doing. Though, before he was able to do so, Y/n was skipping over with a twisting smile at her lips. "Well?" She urged with raised brows.

He was looking down at her, finding her smile infectious. "Well, what?" He had chuckled.

She swayed on her feet, "Are you going to admit it?" There was a mischievous smirk written into her lips which he didn't dare break.

So Mattheo shrugged, "Admit what?"

The girl nudged his shoulder with her own, that smirk failing to ever disappear, "That maybe, you might just like my muggle music?" The cheeky glint in her pupil shimmered.

"I wouldn't say that I like it." Said the boy, "But it's tolerable." He did like it. In fact, Mattheo craved every moment when Y/n decided to play one of her many mixtapes. But he would refuse to admit it because, the second he did, Y/n would stop doing all in her power to convince him that he did. He didn't want her to stop; He just wanted every moment he could with her.

They left Hogwarts the morning after. Many were nursing headaches, trying to put on brave faces for the parents as they stepped onto the train platform. It was flooded with students, wrapped in their family's embrace and happily welcomed Christmas. Woven through all that, was Y/n, who had a badly wrapped gift tucked under her arm.

She slipped through the many crowds of witches and wizards as she tracked Mattheo. "Mattheo!" The girl had yelled over the loud noise of the station. "Mattheo!"

He looked back, brows knitted, unsure if he had heard it correctly. When his gaze found Y/n, he eased into a smile and the two met in the middle. Surrounded by chaos and screaming children, it felt like it were just the two of them. "Come to kiss me goodbye?" He tilted his head and wiggled his brows.

Y/n chose to dismiss his comment as she retrieved the gift, "Here," She passed it over to him.

"Since when were we on gift-giving status?" He questioned, his smug exterior having instantly fallen.

She shrugged and urged him on, giddy in her movements, "Just open it!" She exclaimed.

With a growing smile, he slipped his finger tips between the wrapping paper, revealing a mixtape. Just like Y/n's own ones: noted with song titles and artists, with several added doodles Mattheo secretly adored. "Oh wow," He commented, "My own muggle mixtape."

"I mean, I couldn't let you go the holidays without having anything decent to listen to." She told him. "Maybe you'll find this stuff more tolerable."

He nodded to himself, "Thanks, Y/n." He said before taking her into a hug. They said their goodbyes and like that, went opposite ways to their own families.

Mattheo hadn't listened to the mixtape until Christmas eve. He had stared at it every now and again, twisting the mix tape between his fingertips every now and again. But he never seemed to have the courage to listen to the songs that the girl had hand-picked for his ears. Had it been anyone else who had given him a gift, he was likely to have tossed it to one side and forget about its existence. But this gift had come from Y/n and it was gift of which was made by hand, not one from Hogsmeade, but one of which she had laboured at for a few days trying to get perfect.

And, as Christmas eve night drew into a close, he picked up the mix tape. He inspected it as he had done before and read through some of the titles: Back to the old house by The Smiths was the first song. His interest suddenly peaked. He clipped in a pair of headphones, pushing his hair back as they fitted over his head. Soon enough, the song started to play and all his thoughts were consumed by one person: Y/n.

Mattheo wasn't one to admit when he was wrong, but he supposed if he was admitting that Y/n was right, then maybe it wasn't too bad. The music which happened to be made by muggles, was decent at that. The mixtape made for him, even better. He just wasn't sure how he was going to tell Y/n that without making himself out to be an idiot.

By the time they had returned in January, he was still struggling to find the words to explain such to Y/n. Suddenly, he was questioning why he was finding it so difficult to talk to her - why he was overthinking this, or why he cared so much over how she might react. She was just a girl; a girl who liked muggle music and drew stupid doodles. Unless, of course-

"So?" They had only just returned to the common room when Y/n lept into the boy's gaze. She had her familiar wide eyes as she joined his side. "What did you think?"

He put on an act, thinking hard as if he wasn't sure what she was referring to. "Oh, yeah, your stupid muggle mixtape!" He joked, resulting in a playful nudge to his shoulder.

"It's not stupid!" She argued. A moment passed and Y/n watched him carefully, "Well? You liked it didn't you!"

"Tolerated it!" He corrected before she was able to get any ideas.

But she hummed as Mattheo threw himself onto one of the leather sofas. "Which was your favourite?" She inquired as her cheeky glint returned in her pupils.

Mattheo answered by pulling out the mixtape from his robe pocket. Something of which had been unexpected from Y/n. She was happy he had listened to it, but even that she hadn't been sure the boy would be so bothered to actually do. He read through the track list once again. "This one," He read. "Love will tear us apart." He looked over the mixtape as his gaze settled on Y/n. He would pretend as if he had hardly a care for it, pretend as if he hadn't listened to said song repeatedly over the course of the Christmas holidays.

A smile graced the girl's lips, "Ah," She had said. "It's very you." She commented before wandering towards him and gesturing for him to throw the mixtape over to her. Confused, Mattheo did it so and watched as she took it over to the stereo.

She switched a few buttons and said song was beginning to play through the common room. There were only a few people dotted around at this time, no one who cared enough to pay much attention to either of them. Most students were hurrying around in their dorm room to get ready for the Gryfinndor party. Y/n wandered back over to Mattheo who was unintentionally starring at her in awe. "Well come on then," She offered him her hand.

He raised a brow but didn't move a finger, "I'm sorry?"

"It's your favourite muggle song, you at least have to dance to it." She told him. He stared a little longer before he interlocked his hand with hers.

She tugged him gently from the sofa. Though, no dancing ever occurred. Rather, a long moment passed in which neither of them made a move. Then the chorus hit and Mattheo found himself leaning in so far until their lips met. It was soft and sweet; a kiss to sound of Joy Division.

It wasn't long after that shared moment, brought together by an angsty song, that they became an official couple. A relationship filled with more muggle music that Y/n shred with him and Mattheo still struggled to admit that he truly enjoyed.

They were laid in his dorm room one day, Just like Heaven by The Cure playing in the background. He was finishing some potions homework while Y/n flicked through a book that had been a gift from the muggle side of the her family: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. A thought passed through a mind. One of which was loud enough to pull her from the pages she had been reading.

She looked to her boyfriend and simply asked, "Have you ever read muggle literature?"

And like that, Y/n had a brand new mission: get Mattheo to like muggle literature.

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Different - Draco Malfoy

Draco x Fem!reader Weasley

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,118

Summary: Y/n is a Weasley but she’s very different from her family. Her hair’s not red, she’s a Slytherin, and now? She’s dating Draco Malfoy. Will Ginny and Hermoine be able to help keep her brothers in the dark? Or will they find out no matter how hard they try?

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“I think Ron’s catching on.” Y/n rested her head on her arms, which more currently folded on the table in the liberty. Y/n was stressed hiding something when you have so many siblings around all the time was not easy.

“No trust me he’s not.” Hermione shook her head, trying to comfort her friend.

“Out of all our family Y/n/n, Ron would be the last to figure it out.” Ginny laughed. Ron was oblivious, Hermione knew that as much as anyone and started laughing as well. Although both noticed their friend still looked stressed about the situation.

“Don’t worry, Y/n.” Hermione gave Y/n a smile trying to ease her friend's mind.

“They're all gonna hate me when they find out.” Y/n referred to her family. Ginny was the only one who knew, her and Hermione. No one else on her part. Besides her parents.

“Mom and dad don’t hate you and they know. I know and I don’t hate you.” Ginny nudged her older sister arm to arm also trying to ease the tension.

“I don’t either and I don’t get along with Draco at all.” Hermione reached across the table to hold her hand. Y/n was originally nervous to tell Hermione, given her and Draco’s history. Their history also having played a part in why Y/n turned Draco down for so long. Till Hermione convinced her to say yes.

“It’s just… I’m already so different from my family- our family it’s-” Y/n started but got cut off. Often at times, Y/n didn’t do things because she didn't want to be even more different than her family. She didn’t have the Weasley's hair, she wasn’t a Griffindor, and now she’s dating a Malfoy?

“An that’s ok. We still love you.” Ginny smiled.

“Y/n/n, Draco has said unforgivable things to me but I support your relationship with him because you make eachother happy. And let’s face it, you make him a better person.” Hermione added, and it was true. Draco has been an ass to Hermione for years, but she cared about her friend's happiness.

“You do.” Ginny agreed with Hermione. Draco has been a different person since Y/n finally agreed to a relationship with him.

“That’s why we’re helping you.” Hermione squeed Y/n’s hand, giving her smile. “You're my friend, you're like a sister to me. So until your ready for your brothers to know, I’ll help you keep it a secret.”

Ginny placed her arm around her older sister's shoulder in a half hug. “And if they don’t like it you really think mom won’t rip them a new one?”

The three laughed at Ginny’s statement, the 3 girls knowing very well how true her words were. After the laughing calmed down they decided to have a girls night in the common room for Gryffindor.

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“I don’t care about what your brothers will think, you know that right?” Draco asked, he knew she was scared of what they’d think, and he completely understood where she was coming from.

“I know. I’m grateful for that. I’m just worried for their reactions.” Y/n smiled up at him through her lashes, since she was resting her head on his shoulder. “Weren’t you nervous about your parent's reaction? They weren’t to thrilled if I recall correctly.”

Y/n shrugged his arm off looking down, sometimes it felt like everyone in their world didn’t want them together. Draco turned a bit in his seat adjusting himself so he could face her. Lifting her chin up to look him in the eyes. “On this matter. I only care about what I think. Besides my mother loves you, and between my two parents the opinion on you would only matter from her.”

“I don’t care what they think of you, of us. I just don’t want them to hate me. For not telling them, for keeping a secret, or just because- hell I could think of a bunch of things.” She told him letting out a shaky laugh out of nerves.

“They won’t.” Draco reassured, hoping to ease her nerves. “AN if they do. That’s their loss. But you’d still have your parents, Ginny, Hermione, my mom, and you have me.”

“That’s all I really need.” Y/n smiled reaching up to pull him into a kiss.

“Woah.” Fred and George said at the same time. Both twins were just as shocked as the couple sitting in front of them. Draco and Y/n didn’t even bother to move away from eachother, they were caught making out anyway so no use.

“Ummmm- hey?” Y/n said awkwardly looking at her older brothers.

The twins looked at eachother having a silent connection before looking at the couple. “We have one question.”

“What is it?” Draco asked.

“How long?” Fred asked curiously.

“8 months.” Y/n answered confidently.

The twins looked at eachother again before turning back to face the young couple. “One more question.”

Y/n laughed at her brother's antics. “Yes?”

“Not for you.” Fred said smiling at his little sister.

“Oh” Y/n gulped nervously

“You.” The twins spoke at the same time, pointing to Draco.

“Me?” Draco asked worried slightly.

“Yes.” They answered trying not to laugh.

“What is it?” Draco gulped but was ready to answer anything they ask.

“Do you love her?” George asked with an unreadable look. Which un-nerved Draco and Y/n a little bit.

“Yes. I do.” Draco answered after a short moment of thought before looking at Y/n.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled looking at him, shocked since they were taking things really slow and they hadn’t said ‘I love you’s’ yet.

“Then we’re good.” The twins stated smiling widely.

“Really?” Y/n asked hopeful that she might have at least two of her brothers on her side and ok with her relationship.

“Yeah.” He smiled at her, nodding.

“Thank you, guys! Don’t tell Ron!” Y/n called after them as they left the abandoned tower.

“We won’t!” They called back.

“That was better than you thought it’d be.” Draco commented letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah. I’m glad.” Y/n nodded letting out her own sigh of relief.

“I do think Ron will be a very different story though.” Draco admitted, truthfully he does not think Ron will accept it at all. Maybe not ever, if anything he might just become social with Draco but the young Malfoy doesn’t believe Ron will ever truly accept him. “We’ll deal with him when it comes to it.” Y/n said hoping that the day Ron finds out is very far in the future.

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mayese · 1 year

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Winter changes it all

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’ve been living under the stress and fear your parents felt during the summer, so when you return to Hogwarts they intend to see you again just in June. So, you have no else to go for the holidays, having to spend Christmas alone in Hogwarts. However, a blossoming friendship between you and Fred will make you feel less alone.

Warnings: Fresh scar on the hand.

Second chapter / Third chapter/ Fourth Chapter

December was arriving and for the majority of the students that meant they would be far away from the new director and teacher, the pink cow. Everyone was dreadfully expecting Christmas to get away from her, especially those who weren’t from Slytherin, and most of them who were from the red house.

However, the excitement of being away from this nightmare wasn’t even comparable to the comeback of Voldemort. Hogwarts was a safe place, so even with Umbridge, most of the students felt secure.

You wouldn’t leave the castle anyways since your parents didn’t want you at your house. You’re the Sinclairs, not a part of the sacred 28, but still an ally of Voldemort, or so you were. Your parents realized too late that they didn’t want to be a part of such dark times as the ones that were lived when Voldemort slaughtered thousands of people.

So when he died they kind of celebrated in the privacy of their house along with you, their little baby. Unfortunately, he came back. It wasn’t a surprise for your parents, it was just a shock. What if Voldemort knew of their betrayal? Of what do they really think about him? Would he go after you?

But for now their only worry is if he appears at their house. He probably doesn’t even know you exist since your parents hid you for almost a year until he died. So that’s why they preferred for you to not go home that Christmas.

You understood, but you just wished you could see your parents again. Meanwhile, you never felt so bad at Hogwarts. It was expected from you to be alongside Umbridge since you’re a Slytherin, and thus you are one of the many privileged ones. You never, ever saw her taking one of your fellow housemates to detention. But you can’t stand the punishment she gives to the other students. You never said anything to anyone about that, but sometimes you feel guilty when you hear little students crying with something in their hands or when she invites someone to go to her office in the middle of class.

You’re privileged because Umbridge would never lay a hand on you, but when it comes to your social life, you never were so miserable. Since the spread of the rumor of Voldemort’s comeback, the judgment and hatred stares increased. Nobody outside of Slytherin spoke with you since the beginning of the year, and that’s unusual. They don’t even want to pair up with you anymore in class, even if you are one of the brightest students of your year.

The urge to finish your school years and never see anyone from this school forever increased day by day, and that’s led you to not even go eating to the Great Hall many times. You would go to the kitchen and ask for something from the house elves, and then you would find somewhere quiet and hidden and eat there.

Sometimes you ate in the kitchen, but you were too afraid of the possibility of someone showing up and seeing you there. But that night, your 6-hour study session left no room for fear, only hunger. So when you reached the kitchen you didn’t felt the need to eat somewhere else. Instead, you sat on a bench and started eating the tomato soup.

Unfortunately, as your thoughts about how delicious the soup tasted traveled in your mind, the kitchen door swung open and revealed one of the infamous Weasley twins. You looked startled to the door, spoon in hand almost ready to feed you again, seeing the ginger looking at you, confused. It was odd not to see him with his brother.

“Sinclair,” he greeted after clearing his throat, still beside the open door, this time with a small grin on his face. “Great soup you’ve got there.”

Should you answer him or ignore his words? “Indeed,” you said, still tasting the soup in your mouth. “What do you want, Weasley?” This time your words were cooler and your semblance more serious, so as not to leave any doubt that you wished for him to go away or else you would.

“A good turkey sandwich, Sinclair. That´s what my belly is asking me for!" He chuckled, completely ignoring your cold demeanor and simply entering the kitchen, searching for the elves with his eyes.

"They´re not here," you warn him before sipping the soup from your spoon. The twin hummed, going behind the balcony and finding bread.

He searches for something more, and when you look at him you see him emerging from behind the balcony with ham. "Nice," he whispers, putting ham on two pieces of bread and joining them.

"Why are you here this late? Umbridge would love to catch you." He looks at you again, surprised by your chat.

"Well, I just left her office, so I don´t think she´ll be here right now," he says while munching a piece of his ham sandwich. Your eyes widen with surprise, instantly looking at his hands and seeing that the rumors that were spreading in the Slytherin house were true.

There was something written in his hand, but not written, more like carved. The ginger sees where your eyes are on, and so he lowers his hands and chuckles. "She got mad because I looked back in class."

"Doesn´t that hurt?" What a stupid question, you think. It obviously seems like it, but he doesn´t retorts, he just smiles softly at you, which makes you think. Since his arrival, he never gave you one bad glance. On the very contrary, he even chuckled and smiled at you.

"It stings a bit, but the pain was much stronger when I was writing it," he informs you, and you feel your stomach whirl. Did he write it? What a sick fucking bitch.

You look at your bowl of soup, practically full. You ate a plate of chips and fish sooner, and he probably hadn´t eaten anything. You thought for a while. Being generous for a Gryffindor was something you had to be careful about these times. But after what you found out and what you saw, you were sure your stomach wouldn´t want anything else, so you push the bowl to his side of the counter.

"You can eat it. I´m already full," you said in a generous but uninterested tone at the same time.

“I don’t think I can acce-“

“Goodbye, Weasley.” Before he could continue protesting you rise from the tiny bench and make your way to the door to leave.

“Goodbye, Sinclair.” You hear him shout from afar since you already left the kitchen behind. Why the hell was he being nice to you like that? It felt strange having someone smiling at you like that.

However you continued your way to the dorms, satisfied with your meal. When you reached the dungeons you said the password to the painting and entered the common room, seeing as being past the curfew already almost all of the Slytherins were in there. Some were chatting, others playing chess and others snogging in public.

You went direct to your room, seeing that you were the only one in there. So, you put on your pajamas, brushed your teeth, and quickly laid down on your bed, switching the lights off.

You woke up after hearing Pansy talking with Daphne, the two were trying to find something to wear since they were going to Hogsmeade. You intended not to go, but you wanted to buy something for your parents to send them on Christmas, so you reluctantly rose from your bed, squinting your eyes at the sun.

“Morning sleepy head,” Daphne said with a cheerful tone and a wide smile. You nodded at her, murmuring something back, but even you didn’t understand what left your mouth, so she just giggled.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade, Sinclair?” Pansy asked from the bathroom, and you hummed in affirmation. “What?”

“I am!” You said louder for her to hear. But you hoped she wouldn’t invite you to go with them since you preferred to go alone. “But not right now. Probably in an hour or two,” you informed them, still sitting in bed watching Daphne look through her closet to find a jacket and Pansy leaving the bathroom, already ready to go.

“C’mon, Greengrass,” Pansy hissed rolling her eyes at her friend that sighed. “Just take your cloak and your scarf!”

Suddenly you hear the curtains of the other bed open, watching as Tracey sleepily rose from her sleep position to shush us. “I’m still sleeping, so please, don’t scream!” She said loudly before closing the curtains abruptly and going to sleep again.

You giggled when Pansy sighed in frustration before going to the door and opening it. “I’m on my way, Greengrass!” She shouted despite Tracey’s words and closed the door before Daphne ran to the closed door with her cloak and her green scarf in her arms, leaving her closet open.

“Wait!” She screamed while opening the door and closing it again in an instant.

You sighed, finally standing up and going to the bathroom. After a while you got ready, wearing black trousers, a green blouse, and one of your black and furred cloaks with green ankle boots.

Leaving Tracey alone and sleeping, you left an hour later since the other two left. You left the dorms and the Slytherin’s common room, walking outside of the castle and going to Hogsmead. It was cold, very cold. The snow painted everything, but the path you and the students were taking was cleaner.

You tighten your scarf while you walked alone, sometimes amongst a slower group of friends that talked and chuckled with each other. When you arrived at Hogsmeade you started to run all the shops, trying to find something to gift to your parents.

Nothing seemed to appeal to you, but it was only the end of October, so you understood why nothing seemed to be a gift to offer someone on Christmas. So, after half an hour of trying to search for something for them, you stopped and walked into Honeyducks, already smelling the sweet smell of all the candies. However, you were confronted with two gingers in front of you when you opened the door this time, both on your way and you on theirs. Just then you realized how enormous the twins were. They towered over you like fucking Big Ben.

“I…I’m sorry,” you whispered, walking backward to let them pass.

“Sinclair! Thank you, for yesterday. The soup really warmed my insides, man,” one of them said with a chuckle. You didn’t even know if he was Fred or George.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Aren’t you the one that almost killed Finnigan in your second year?” You looked at the other twin, surprised and embarrassed by his question.

Long story short, Seamus tried to do something alone to your potion while you went to the bathroom in the middle of class. When you returned you went to check it and suddenly it exploded on both of your faces. Even Snape found it hard to stop you from jumping to Seamus. You never looked on his way again, nor you partnered with him again.

“That’s just exaggerating. I never touched him,” you said annoyed, not liking how people depicted your actions. You would never kill someone over that, it’s just that you wanted Snape’s approval and a good grade.

“Don’t listen to George, he almost killed me several times.” Oh, so the twin you saw last night was Fred. “But you shouldn’t take Seamus's situation that seriously, he likes to blow up things, or so it seems.”

"I´m aware of that," you said, shivering softly under your cloak. It was so damn cold outside, and the snow falling didn´t help at all. "Well, goodbye."

You turned on your heels and started to go to the door of Honeyducks, ready to open it. But before you could move the handle Fred called out for you. "See you around, Sinclair!" You turned around and looked at the twins standing there. You quickly waved at them and entered the store, closing the door behind you and letting yourself be immersed in the hot air and the sweet smells.

You walked around the store, picking up some gummy worms and two sugar quills. You went to the balcony and paid for your items, leaving Honeyducks and walking back to Hogwarts, wishing the snow would stop falling.

Quick note: Hi! I wrote this on AO3 but I also wanted to post this here! I already have the next chapter ready but I’ll wait a few days to finish others. I pretend for this to have, at least, 10 chapters hehe. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!

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