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A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black's Daughter) Reader

Title: A Rose By Any Other Name

George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black's Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Fred, Reader's mom (Mentioned), Sirius Black (Mentioned), Severus Snape, Dumbledore (Mentioned), James Potter (Mentioned), Lily Potter (Mentioned), Remus Lupin (Mentioned), Peter Pettigrew (Mentioned), Death Eaters (Mentioned), Malfoy (Mentioned), and Filch (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 4,851

Warnings: Torture mentioned, murder mentioned, death eaters mentioned, bullying mentioned, some HP terms, teasing, taunting, Slytherin/Gryffindor prejudice, nervousness, awkwardness, embarrassment, anxiety, Amortentia, based on George's sixth year, Snape would still be the Potion's Professor, crying, pranks mentioned, Shakespeare reference, slight angst, and fluff

The wind whipped through your hair as you flew through the air on your broom. You swirled and zipped around the Quidditch Pitch, enjoying the cool breeze as it washed across your skin. Flying was so peaceful, it always put you at ease. It helps your mind forget your worries of the day or week, and about life in general really. You were the daughter of Sirius Black, and with that title and family namesake, made you a target. So, when you were but a child, you were taught to go by your mother's maiden name, and when you joined Hogwarts, you did the same. No one knew of your real name, except a few of the professors and of course, Dumbledore. You told no one because if you did and the wrong person heard, you could be hunted, tortured, or worse, killed. As your father was a Black, who was in Gryffindor, who also was framed for the murder of twelve muggles, Peter Pettigrew, and Lily and James Potter; your father, to most people, was not a swell guy. If anyone knew, you’d probably have both Death Eaters and your Hogwarts peers after you.

Unlike your father being sorted into Gryffindor, you were sorted into Slytherin. You wore the green and silver proudly, but you had a small problem; you weren't really like your Slytherin peers. Yes, you were sarcastic and a bit mischievous at times, but you were not rude or stuck-up as many of your Slytherin peers were. Many of your fellow Slytherins like poking and prodding at you, especially for being friends with people from other houses. For some reason, if you were a Slytherin, there was this dumb rule that you could only be friends with other "pure-blood" Slytherins. But you didn't care. Not at all really. You didn't care if they wore yellow or blue, you liked your friends. And that was all that really mattered to you.

But, in the air, you didn't have to worry about any of that. You could just be free. Not a care in the world. In the sky was where you were safe, free, and alone.

"Oi!" You suddenly heard, opening your eyes to look down, pausing in mid-air, "Yeah! You up there! This is our pitch!"

You rolled your eyes, spotting two people down below, from just their red hair, you knew they were the Weasleys. So you zoomed back around, this time lower to the ground, before zipping to a stop before them. Staring down at the two, you realized that they were the twins, Fred and George. You had heard about them, mostly about their little pranks; sometimes you thought they were funny, depending on who they were pranking. Funnily enough, you were actually pretty fond of the youngest twin, George. You thought he was pretty cute, and that meant a lot since he was a twin, but you weren't going to tell him that. You were in Slytherin, he wouldn't like you. Even though you were friends with people from other houses, no one from Gryffindor trusted you one bit.

Glancing at the two, you crossed your arms, watching as they just stared back. You weren't more than six feet in the air, so you were almost at eye level with them. "I don't see your names on it." You answered, raising an eyebrow, noticing they had their brooms, and a small trunk behind them. "And Gryffindor isn't practicing today."

The oldest twin then spoke, "We know,"

"We want to practice." The youngest, George, then finished. “Please.” He then added.

Uncrossing your arms, you leaned back against your broom with one hand, leaning back slightly as you continued to look at them. "So, you two think you can kick me out because you two want some extra practice in?" You questioned, glancing back and forth between the two. You hardly had any free time to fly, so you weren't going to let them have the patch so easily.

The two twins looked at each other briefly before turning back to you, "Yeah." The eldest answered.

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head, "Nope, not gonna happen. Sorry."

"I don't see your name on it." George then spoke and you looked at him, feeling a few butterflies flutter in your stomach as you let your eyes wander across his features; his remarkable brown eyes, gorgeous red hair, and just his stunning face in general before you smirked lightly, glancing over at the Gryffindor stands. You really adored his freckles.

"I do." You answered simply, before dropping your smirk, "Now, how about you practice after I'm done, since I never get time to do any flying around here? Hmm? Sharing is caring." You spoke, before raising an eyebrow, your smirk returning. "You boys did learn how to share as kids, right?" But before you could fly off, George spoke up after.

"Why don't you join the Slytherin team?" You paused, frowning slightly.

You tilted your head down, your hair covering your face, "They won't let me join."

Both Fred and George tilted their heads, like confused puppies, "Won't let you join?" Fred then asked.

"Why?" George asked, as you just smiled sadly.

"Because I'm not like them." Your smile then turned into a disappointed frown once more, as you softly landed your broom on the ground. "But it's not like your guys would trust my word anyway. I am a Slytherin after all." You said bitterly, kicking the dirt with your foot, before giving the twins one last smile, "You can have the pitch. Have fun."

"Wait!" You paused, turning back around, and looking back at the twins, "What's your name?" Fred asked, and you answered.

"Y/N L/N." And then, you left the pitch.

~~~

Fred and George watched as you left the field, holding your broom tight in your hand as you turned around the corner. Fred watched intensely, making sure you were gone and out of hearing range before turning to his twin, and slapping George on the arm. George just watched where you had left with an almost dream-like smile.

“She’s so perfect…” He muttered before Fred continued to try and gain his attention by slapping and nudging his arm.

"George, mate! Her name is Y/N!" Fred exclaimed as George felt his face flush, pushing his brother back in retaliation, glancing to where you had gone and back. "Now you don't have to call her 'the girl I fancy' anymore. No more, ‘Fred, the girl I fancy has the prettiest eyes.’ And no more, ‘Fred, the girl I fancy has the sweetest laugh.’” Fred teased, clasping his hands together and fluttering his eyelashes as he let out a faux dreamy sigh.

"Fred-"

"And you spoke to her! I'm so proud of you." Fred continued, nudging George again.

George huffed, getting slightly annoyed, "Fred, it's not a big deal."

Fred sputtered a laugh, looking at George as if he was crazy, "Not a big deal? We just ran into your crush!"

"Shh!" George covered Fred's mouth, "Let the whole bloody school hear you."

Fred rolled his eyes, pushing George's hand away, "I'm just sayin’. She seems pretty nice." He paused before nodding, "For a Slytherin." He shrugged his shoulders. “But I think she might like you, Georgie.” Fred wiggled his eyebrows, smirking, “Did you see the way she was eyeing you? Probably thinking about her future with you… marriage, kids, how cute your kids would be-”

“Eyeing me? Kids? No, no… No, she doesn’t like me like that.” George narrowed his eyes, feeling his cheeks burn, unbelieving of his brother; he shook his head, only for Fred to shake his back in return.

“No, really. George, I know when girls fancy you, and she fancies you.” He continued to tease, only for George to frown.

"Let's just practice." George sighed, trying to hide his red cheeks before he and Fred flew up in the air on their brooms.

George did have a crush on you. A massive one. Ever since the third year. George remembered when he first saw you. You were walking down the hall, some old books in hand, and once his eyes landed on you... It was like the world had stopped, except for you. In slow-motion, George watched as you walked down the hall and past him, hair bouncing with each step, your Slytherin scarf flying in the non-existent wind behind you. The sun shining through the windows, casting you in an angelic light. It was like one of those Muggle films his dad spoke so much about. ‘Gorgeous. Stunning.’ Was all George could think. From that moment, he wanted to know everything about you. From your favorite color to your favorite time of the year.

George was in love. But, George regretfully told his brother about you, about how stunning you were and how smart you were when you occasionally shared classes. He was able to keep Fred off the topic for a while, focusing on pranks and whatnot, but soon Fred almost became obsessed with finding out your name for George. Since, in Fred's own words, he was 'too bloody shy to ask you himself.' It was a bit true, he was a bit shy, you were so pretty, intimidating, and just so… Perfect. He didn’t want to mess anything up. But it seemed fate took pity on him later on in the week when he'd soon bump into you again.

~~~

You were on your way to class, almost forgetting your books and having to turn back around and get them, so you were only a bit late. You knew it wasn’t much of a problem, having Potions next; Snape wouldn’t be too harsh on you, he somehow had a soft spot for you since you were practically a genius at Potion making.

Turning the corner, you immediately smashed your face against something hard, falling backwards. You shut your eyes, waiting to hit the cobbled floor below, before you stopped, mid-air. Slowly opening your eyes, you found your eyes staring right into a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

George held you in his arms, stopping you from falling, which surprised both of you, “Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyebrows high in concern.

“Yeah…” You murmured quietly, in awe, “Thank you.” ‘Look at all those freckles,’ You thought to yourself as George held you, ‘I wish I could kiss them all.’ With that last thought, you felt your face burning up. George’s hand held your lower back, the warmth of his hand seeped into you, warming you; if only he could hold you forever.

You both stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, before you felt George slowly pull you back up on your feet, grabbing your books from the floor and handing them to you hastily. George ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat, and glancing at the ground awkwardly as you stood there, doing the same.

"Uh, I'm sorry for bumping into you." You apologized quickly.

He shook his head, looking up before taking his hand out of his hair to wave it, dismissing your words, "No, no, it was my fault. I wasn't looking at where I was going."

You smiled, "Well, thank you for catching me, George."

At the sound of his name from your lips, his eyes widened a bit in disbelief, "You know my name? And you can tell Fred and I apart?" He asked, making you giggle lightly.

"Oh yes, I know who you are. Hard to not when both your names are spoken almost daily from the pranks you two pull. And, yes, I can tell you two apart. Quite easily actually."

George felt like his heart was going to explode, "Wow," He muttered, "That's brilliant." His gaze dropped to the floor for a second as he tried to stop smiling. “Even my own mother can’t tell us apart.”

After a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, you spoke up, "Well," You began, rocking on your heels, "I have to get to class. I'm already a bit late." You bit your lip, glancing up at George.

"Oh," George spoke up, feeling a bit jittery, "I could walk you... If you like?"

Your cheeks flushed lightly, and you nodded, a smile forming on your face. Before you began walking to the Potions classroom was located. And that was the beginning of your relationship with George Weasley.

~~~

In class, a month later, you were in Potions, learning about Amortentia with your Slytherin peers alongside Gryffindor. Professor Snape was going on about the potion, slowly and pretty monotone before asking everyone to begin making their own batch. It was a bit hard to do, and it took a very long time, but in the end, you could smell something… Something that made your stomach flip.

You immediately paused, your senses becoming overwhelmed with the scent. You hadn’t even realized Professor Snape was talking until he said your name.

“Miss L/N,” He began, gaining your attention, “It seems that you have correctly made the potion. Congratulations.” He spoke slowly, bringing everyone else’s attention on you in the process. “Would you mind listing off what you smell?” He asked, as if it was a question.

You gulped, knowing exactly what you were smelling, what your entire being and soul was obsessed with, the mere idea and thought of the person made your heart race. You knew everyone was looking at you, staring, judging. You’d usually feel pretty nervous, worried about what people would think of you and yet, all you could smell was him. All you could think about was him. And what felt like hours, was only seconds as you finally answered.

“I smell… Ceder, Earl gray tea, fireworks…” You paused, feeling your mind fog as you leaned a bit closer to the faint orange swirling wisps of aroma, unknowing that a certain ginger was sitting across the room, holding on to every word you said; his eyes wide as his mouth was slightly agape. His twin, beside him, nudges him once more, a smirk on his lips. “And… Warm wool sweaters.”

It was quiet, as you snapped out of your daze, blinking rapidly as you ducked your head, feeling your face flush as Snape just nodded before asking a student on the Gryffindor side. You held your breath, shutting your eyes tight, feeling your mouth become incredibly dry. You tried to pay attention to the rest of the class, but all you could think about was how embarrassed you felt, and what possibly George thought of you. You, a Slytherin infatuated by a Gryffindor. You felt sick. Before you could try and excuse yourself from the class, feigning a headache, but Professor Snape spoke up.

“Mr. Weasley,” You felt yourself freeze up, fifty-fifty chance here. “What do you smell?” He then asked, and you sat there, quietly, listening; your ears felt like they were going to explode from how much you were trying to listen; pay attention. It felt like a million years had passed before one of the twins spoke up.

“Well,” You heard, breaking the cold silence, “I smell apples, cinnamon, warm blankets, and… lilac bushes.” You felt relieved, that was Fred, not George. But, you also felt saddened; you really wanted to know what George smelled.

“Thank you, Mr. Weasely. Well, that’s all for today, clean up.” Snape commanded, before going to his desk to grade.

You quickly cleaned up your space, not looking up unless you had to. Speeding through cleaning, you finished swiftly, grabbed your messenger bag, and left the classroom. You speedwalked down the hall, maneuvering past a few fellow peers before making your way to the Black Lake. You finally let out a breath, your chest rising up and down as your heart raced inside your chest. You ran a hand through your hair, feeling like you were going to have a panic attack, but luckily you didn’t. Shutting your eyes, you took in a deep breath, letting the cold air encase and fill your lungs.

“You’re pretty fast.” You heard, and you opened your eyes, your body tensing up. George.

“Just needed some air.” You said simply, not turning around, as you crossed your arms, trying to warm yourself.

George watched you, digging the back of his heel in the grass as he awkwardly stuffed his hands in his cloak pockets. “Uh, yeah, it was pretty stuffy in there.” You didn’t reply, and George hastily cleared his throat before walking forward, standing beside you, but giving you enough space so that you were comfortable. He gave you a side-glance, noticing your sheepish expression. “Uh, why’d you leave the class so quickly?” He then asked, “And don’t tell me you needed air.”

You pursed your lips, looking at your shoes, “You don’t have to beat around the bush, you know.” You kicked the grass below you, sending specks of dirt into the air. “I can handle it.”

George furrowed his eyebrows, frowning. “Well, I know you smelled me in that Amortentia if that’s what you’re wanting me to say.” He spoke up, before looking out at the lake himself. A small smile drew itself on his lips as he continued. “I’ll… I’ll admit that I am pretty happy about it.”

You turned to look up at him, furrowing your own eyebrows as you stared at him, confused, bewildered. “What… What are you saying, George?”

George gave you a breathtaking smile, tilting his head to the side like a cute puppy before answering, “Do you want to know what I smelled?” He then asked, not even answering your question, confusing you even more, and really, filling you with dread. Anticipation. It’s terrible. Engulfing you and your senses until you felt like your mind was going crazy, crazy for George’s answer. Did he smell you? Or some other person? He took your hand, hesitant in his movements, but he took your cold hand in his. “I smelled peppermint, old books, a fresh breeze, and cherry pie.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “What?” You felt like you were repeating yourself at this point. “Huh?”

“Well,” George began, “They all remind me of you.” He finished, your mind racing from the words you had just heard to the way he softly stroked your knuckles with the soft pad of his thumb.

“So… What you’re putting down here… Is that you like me, and I like you?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Mhmm.” George nodded, “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N.”

“Good.” You spoke up, feeling a bit giddy as you took a step closer, a smile gracing your face, “I really like you too, George.”

George took your other hands, warming both of them in his, he looked down at his hands, feeling his stomach swarm with butterflies, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “Are you sure you didn’t smell Fred?” He asked, feeling a bit more confident to joke around, watching as you rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Yes, I am sure.” You spoke out with a laugh, “You’re the only Weasley that I know of that likes earl gray tea.”

~~~

It had been two years since that day, and you couldn't be happier. That Amortentia was what finally got George to get the guts to ask you out. And George, he was an angel. He had asked you the moment class ended, yes it was a bit nerve-racking, on both ends. But, it was perfect. He asked you out to Hogsmeade, where the two of you ate lunch and bought candy, before just walking with each other and talking about everything and anything. By the end of the day, when he was walking you back to the Slytherin Common Room, you were both hand in hand.

Everything he does makes you fall deeper and deeper in love with him. You just loved everything about him. From the softness of his voice to the kindness in his eyes, and just the way he looked at you in general. It was all so pure and beautiful. Spending hours together, cuddling in front of the Gryffindor Common Room fire. Walking hand in hand through the halls, not caring about the looks you both got. Going to Hogsmeade together and George asking you to the Yule Ball. Pranking Fred together and just having a good time, not a care in the world. The past two years had been the best years of your entire life, you wouldn’t trade it for anything, but you were feeling guilty.

You hadn't told George about your true last name. You were beyond worried. You didn't know what would happen if you did tell him. You didn't want to lose him. He was your best friend. Your boyfriend. You could only imagine how broken he would be if you told him that you were the child of a "murderer." Even though he wasn't, you knew everyone at Hogwarts thought he was. But, that was beside the point.

The point was that you were scared out of your mind. You were scared that George was going to realize how messed up your family was and break up with you. You didn't want that to happen. You never wanted to lose him. Half your mind was thinking the worst of everything, while the other side was being hopeful. You had hoped that George would understand and love you unconditionally. He was the light in your darkest hours. You knew you had to tell him eventually. He was the person that mattered most to you. And you knew it was time. So, you asked him to meet you at the Quidditch Pitch.

It was cold, the wind blowing a bit too harshly as you waited in the pitch, near one of the Gryffindor stands. As you stared into the distance, waiting for George to come, you heard footsteps approaching beside you. Turning your head, your smile widened as you spotted a familiar figure walking over at the edge of the pitch. You swallowed nervously when he made his way to you, you turning, sprinting, and jumping into his arms. He laughed happily, swinging you around in a few circles before putting you down on the green grass below. George kissed your forehead and then wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure his long black cloak was wrapped around you, keeping you warm. He pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes as he smiled widely.

"Hi, Georgie." You blushed deeply, biting your lower lip as you looked back at him.

"Hello, love," George muttered, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours.

You closed your eyes, smiling widely, your hand coming up to rest on the side of his neck, your freezing skin not bothering him. You opened your eyes to look into George's and, despite the cold weather, you were starting to feel warm again. Leaning up on the tip of your toes, you gently brushed your lips against his. You heard him hum happily, as he pressed forward, kissing you softly. When you broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes as a small chuckle left your lips. After another moment, he pulled back, smiling down at you.

"So," He breathed out, "Why did you want me to meet you here, instead of a nice, warm Common Room?"

Your smile faltered slightly as you intertwined George's fingers with yours. "I want to... Show you something." You spoke up nervously, before leading George to one of the Gryffindor stands of the Quidditch Pitch.

George watched, his smile slowly fading and the more confused he got as he followed behind. He watched as you pushed the red and yellow fabric of the stand out of the way, walking under and in it. It was pretty dark and at this point, George was a bit worried, he could hardly see anything. Before he could say anything though, a bright light appeared from the tip of your wand, shining and lighting up the old rickety wood of the stand. He looked at you as you pursed your lips, staring at the old beams.

"I need to show you something." You finally spoke, repeating your words from before, pointing the light to a beam right in front of you.

George took a closer look, seeing four names carved into it. 'James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black.' all in different handwriting, but next to their names were the words, 'The Marauders.'

"That's on the map Fred and I have." He spoke up, pointing to the ‘The Marauders’ carving, before looking over at you; watching as you traced over the last name, before pointing at it.

"This is my dad." You muttered, tears welling up in your eyes as anxiety wormed its way into you.

George furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step toward you, "What… What do you mean?" He questioned, "Sirius Black is your dad?"

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath, "Yes. He is." You turned to look at George, "My real name is Y/N Black." George stayed silent, worrying you, so you continued, "Because of the accusations my father's dealing with, it is dangerous for me to go about with my true last name, so I go by my mother's. But... We've been together so long, and I love you so much... I couldn't keep this from you anymore." You felt the tears roll down your cheeks, "I'm sorry."

George looked at you, completely shocked at your confession. You’ve kept this secret for so long, bottling it up inside you. George could see how worried you were, as the tears fell down your cheeks and you stared up at him with such desperation. Without even thinking, he brought you into his arms. Hugging you tightly to his chest, burying his nose into the crown of your hair, he tightened his grip on you, hoping that you could feel his love pouring out to you; holding you close as if you were going to disappear any minute.

You had confessed something so personal, something that could end you up in danger. George could see how relieved you were, sobbing in his arms, he knew how hard this must have been for you. He never could hate you, or change his mind about you. Never. You were his life, his little ball of sunshine on his gloomy days. You were his everything. After several moments, you both pulled away, looking at each other again.

"Y/N..." George trailed off, looking you over once more. "My love, I don't care who your father is. I don’t care if you were a Malfoy or even a Filch for crying out loud. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He quoted before continuing, “This doesn't change anything between us. I still love you. I always will." You let out a small sob, wrapping your arms back around his neck and burying your face into his chest once more.

"Thank you." You mumbled, pulling away slightly to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

George smiled softly, tilting your chin up with his thumb before leaning down to press multiple kisses on your face; tear-stained cheeks, chin, forehead, nose, and lips. He held onto your face in his large hands, pressing his forehead against yours, “No, thank you. Thank you for loving me. I love you, Y/N Black." He whispered, nuzzling his nose with yours.

You smiled, placing your hands over his face, "I love you, George Weasley.” You then paused, furrowing your eyebrows as you thought back to George’s sweet words, “Wait, was that a Shakespeare quote?”

George chuckled lightly, feeling slightly embarrassed as he gazed down lovingly at you, "Yeah, my dad likes to read that stuff. But that’s besides the point. How about you and I go and prank Fred, and then after that, we can go flying, look at the stars?" You nodded eagerly, giggling slightly, wiping away the remaining tears on your face.

"Yeah. That would be perfect." You grinned brightly, "I'd love to go flying again with you." You reached up, grabbed the lapels of his robes, pulled him down to you, and planted a kiss on his cheek. You leaned against him as you walked, your head resting on his shoulder. Looking up at him as he glanced down at you, smiling softly, you saw your future right in front of you. Your heart fluttered, and your stomach flipped. George was perfect, he was the one. The one you were meant to be with.

Taking your hand, George led you back to the school where you and he would plan out a funny prank on Fred. You walked through the deserted halls with him; a sense of peace surrounded you. Being with George was always so peaceful, he always put you at ease. You glanced up at George one last time, your smile growing as you swung your intertwined hands together, yes, life was sweet.

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toomanybandstocare · 8 months

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This one is the redo!!!

Can I request a romantic Harry Potter summer of fun? I'd really like to know who you ship me with please 🙈

Sending you oodles and oodles of love!!! 🩷

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @staygoldwriting requested a romantic pairing from the wizarding world, and I am so glad!! Thank you for celebrating with me, bestie <3

Pairing: George Weasley x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 721w + 254w

Counselor Notes: I am SO excited for autumn to come, and this got me in the mood. I've been thinking about starting to write for wizarding world characters, but I haven't made up my mind yet. I need to learn how to let myself enjoy writing different fandoms rather than sticking to just one until I feel burned out :/

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Rain patters against your flat’s window panes. The kettle’s spout whistle grows in a crescendo against the soft record scratching in the background. Diagon Alley keeps quiet as its residents hide away from the summer thunderstorm in their homes. Still recovering from the war’s aftershock, the magical world seems to have made a silent agreement to take the fleeting moments of peace whenever possible.

Puttering across the living room, you wrap the lightweight blanket tighter when you reach the kitchen. With a flick of your wrist, you shut off the stove and move the kettle to one of the cooler burners before reaching up for a set of mugs.

Completely content with the sleepy haze that’s settled over the city, it isn’t until a gentle hand comes to rest on your hip that you realize George followed you. His warmth washes over you as his chest presses against your back when he reaches above to where your outstretched hand hovers over your favorite mugs. George ducks his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. His lips ghost over your skin before they rest on the shell of your ear. “What are you in the mood for, love?,” he hums.

Cheeks aflame, you grasp his wrist as he brings down your mugs. It’s as if his voice echoes inside you, and your heart calls out trying to find its way home as it hammers against your chest. Once both mugs sit on the counter, you pull his arm to wrap around your waist and lean against him. “Do we still have the French hot chocolate from Bill and Felur’s wedding gift?,” you softly ask. Tilting your head up, you chuckle as you watch George’s face scrunch up in thought. It had been so long since that night, and neither of you had the time to sit down to enjoy the goodies as the two of you went on mission for the Order.

“We should,” George slowly responds with a nod. Patting your waist, he slips away from you and steps over to the pantry cupboard. “Go back and bundle up on the sofa. This’ll only take a minute,” he encourages you as he peers out from the cupboard door with a soft smile.

Stretching your achy shoulders, a yawn escapes you as you nod. Without a single ounce of hesitation, you pad over to the sofa in just a few steps and sink into the well loved cushions. The fire’s crackle lulls you into a soft semi-consciousness. Its warmth envelopes you with comfort. Your ears twitch when George shuts the cupboard door. Another drawer rolls open then closed, and you hear him stir the cocoas. The faint aroma of his cologne and your favorite candle cause you to sink further into the sleepy state. After so much loss and challenge, never did you think that you would be able to share a life with your partner. One that brings you so much joy and fulfillment as the two of you navigate the new era of the magical world together.

A quiet laugh pulls you from your light doze. “Move over a bit. I promise you, the couch seats more than one person,” George teases you. Two dull thuds follow his words as you assume he places your drinks on the coffee table.

“In my defense,” you mumble as you open your arms out for him to join you, “you were working late, and I was a really good part in my novel. It’s not my fault you didn’t tell me you invited Angie and Fred over for dinner”.

Carefully settling himself to lay on your chest, George lets out a tired laugh. “Couldn’t have been that good of a book if you fell asleep reading it, love. But fair enough, I suppose,” he agrees. George wraps his arms around the small of your back and presses a lingering kiss onto your collarbone.

The two of you doze in and out of sleep as thunder rumbles in the distance. Occasionally mumbling to each other, you and George enjoy the comforting moment while you can. Legs tangling together and pulling the blanket with them. Hands gently caressing the other wherever they can steal a fleeting touch. Not a care in the world as the two of you slip away into your own.

As much as you keep your nose in your books or well loved baking recipes, your head is often in the clouds. Always the dreamer and hopeless romantic, you’re a person with a lot of love to share. However, you also tend to spread yourself too thin and forget to focus on your wellbeing.

Out of the infamous duo, George prides himself in being the mastermind behind the joke shop’s business. He busies himself in sketching out inventions or practicing the latest prank potion. George is a practical dreamer. He balances reality and inspiration in a way that only comes from his upbringing.

The two of you are very family oriented and home bodies. When the two of you finally have time to yourselves from busy schedules, it’s almost always spent cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace with books and snacks, or visiting one of your families.

George keeps you grounded without ever making you feel embarrassed about being a romanticist. He’s always eager to hear about where your head and heart are at, especially if something is weighing you down. He’s sensitive and quick on picking up when your moods shift, and the minute George feels as if something’s bothering you, he sits you down for a conversation. Even though he’s carefree the majority of the time, nothing is more important than an honest chat to get to the bottom of a situation. Especially when it regards your personal wellbeing and happiness, or that of your shared life together.

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mothdruid · 2 years

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shut up.

pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

summary: You and George have a small spat, revealing a small insecurity you have. George then sets out to prove that you are his and he is yours.

warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, a tiny splash of angst, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, cream pie, L bomb, slightly possessive!George

a/n: so I recently rewatched all of the Harry Potter movies and fell in love with the Weasley Twins all over again. so here is a George fic I never thought I would actually write

“Do you really want me? Or is this just a way of getting back at your family?” Anger bubbled up in your words. This game of cat and mouse between you and George had finally ticked something off inside of you.

“Wha.. What are you even saying?” George spat back at you. His eyebrows knitted together in irritation.

“You know your family doesn’t like me!” You tossed a towel onto the table in the dining room. “So why the hell do you keep this charade?” George shot you a confused look.

“Charade? The charade that I want to be with you? ‘Cause trust me, it isn’t a charade.” George inched closer and closer to you, crossing the threshold of the kitchen into the dining room.

“Yeah. That is exactly what I mean.” Tears started to prick at your eyes. You loved but hated this relationship so much. Constantly being asked to stay behind or not bother coming along with him. This game of him wanting you in his life but only at a distance.

“God, just shut up.” George whispered as his hands came to your face, cradling it slightly. Your eyes met his, taking in his own emotions.

“But-”

“Shut up.” George whispered before smashing his lips into your own. One of his hands drifted to your neck while the other stayed on your cheek. The kiss surprised you, but you quickly melted into it. George slowly started walking you back towards the table, the edge of it pressing into the back of your thighs. His kisses were rough and dominating, opposite of his normally gentle and passionate nature.

He dropped both hands to your hips, slipping them down to your ass. George just wanted you to see that he cared for you, no matter what his family thought. There was only one way he could think of to do that right now. The grip on your ass tightened, pulling and pressing you tightly into him. George ate up the noises coming out of you, a moan pouring out of you. “Just shut up and let me show you.”

George kissed your cheek and trailed down, kissing on your neck. His tongue drew a trail down your neck to your collarbone, sucking on the sensitive spot of your collarbone. One of your hands planted onto his chest while the other trailed up to his hair. It wasn’t often that George got like this, but when you did you loved it.

His lips trailed down the exposed skin of your chest, making you glad you wore a v-neck shirt. He nipped at the tops of your breasts while kneading your ass in his hands. Your mind swirled as he poked his tongue out and dragged it up to your neck. “George..”

“Hm?” His lips flicked at your earlobe before taking it between his teeth and biting softly. A shiver ran down your spine as he pressed you closer to him, feeling his hardening cock against your thigh. His lips made their way back to your lips, silencing you before you could say anything. One of his hands ghosted up over your side, finding its way under your shirt.

His palm felt like fire drifting up your side, sliding back to your bra clasp. He shifted his kisses to the side of your neck. George swiftly undid your bra clasp, finally removing the hand from your ass to take off your shirt and bra. “I’m sorry.” You looked up at George, sincerity swimming in your eyes. A corner of George’s lips barely twitched up before he snuck back to your neck. His hands found their way to your ass once more, picking you up and making you let out a squeak. “George!”

“Don’t be sorry. If anything I should be sorry. I should have made it more clear that I want you in my life.” George said as he set you down on the table. His hands ghosted over your sides, finding their way to your breasts. Your back arched, pushing your breasts further into his hands. George’s eyes locked with your own as he started to knead at your chest, pinching one of your nipples every now and then. George towered over you, kissing at your neck and shoulder. He slowly laid you down, the cool material of the table pressing against your back.

Lips slowly made their way down your collarbones, ending on your chest. George peaked up at you as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. The heat of his mouth had you moaning, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. One of your hands reached out on the table while the other found its way to George’s hair. His red locks felt soft between your fingers as you softly tugged on them. A soft moan came from George, the soft vibrations making you let out your own moan.

A hand snaked down to your hips, pulling your hips tightly to his. He switched to your other breast, lips quickly wrapping around and sucking on your nipple. George’s hips rutted against your clothed core, making you whine as he bit softly at your nipple. “Mine.” The word was quiet as George left a trail of kisses down your midsection. His fingers undid the button of your pants before pulling them down, leaving you in only your underwear.

The heat of George's body left yours as he kneeled before you. You brought an elbow up to prop yourself up as your other hand remained in his hair. His eyes locked with yours as he grabbed at the top of your panties, slowly pulling them down. His lips ghosted over your inner thigh on his way back. "It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, you're mine and I'm yours."

George spread your legs further apart as he inches closer to your core. His eyes stayed connected to yours as he slipped his tongue between your folds. His slick muscle felt amazing on you, flicking against your clit. A moan ripped through your throat as your back arched, fingers twisting tightly into George's hair. George moaned into you, the vibrations of his deep tone sending pleasure through you.

"Fuck George!" George flattened his tongue against your clit, shaking his face back and forth. Your hips pressed against his mouth, giving George more vigor. Pleasure pooled in the pit of your stomach as George continued.

George tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling you impossibly close. Suddenly you felt a finger prod at your entrance before slipping inside of you.

His fingers slide in and out of you, trying to find that sensitive spot inside of you. The wet sounds from your cunt we're driving you mad, making you moan as George kept up his assault. Without any warning he hit it, his long fingers pressing hard on the sensitive spot inside of you. His tongue flicked hard and fast on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Before you knew it you were tumbling over that edge, the pleasure that had pooled in the pit of your stomach flooding your system. You arched your back again as George flicked his tongue on your clit. George loved watching you like this, falling apart for him as he took care of your needs. But tonight was different, tonight he was proving something. "George! Stop! Please!"

George removed himself from between your legs. He smashed his lips into yours, making you taste yourself in his lips. You moaned into his mouth at the taste, reminding yourself where he was just at. You heard the soft jingle of a belt and button. When you broke the kiss you looked down to see that George had undone his pants, pumping his hard cock in his hand.

"May I?" George whispered as he kissed your cheek. No matter how many times you two had sex, George would ask you if he could continue.

"Yes, please." George kissed you as he held his cock in one hand, while the other cradled your face. You felt him at your entrance, prodding softly. He started to push forward, entering you slowly. A moan broke through your lips as he finally settled completely inside of you. Everytime it felt like you were taking him for the first time, the stretch making you whine. He stayed still for a few moments, kissing at your neck as you adjusted to his size. "Move.."

George let out a groan as he pulled back, pushing back in at an even pace. George's pace started slowly but deep, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you. George presses his forehead to yours as you clench around him, making him moan. "So good. All mine." George whimpers as your warm walls tighten around him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. The pace steadily picked up, the sound of skin slapping becoming audible. The put in your stomach started to pool with pleasure again. George could feel his own pleasure starting to pool, building up with every thrust. "I love you."

It was the faintest of whispers, but made your heart swell. You brought your hands to his face, staring him in the eyes. "I love you too."

George groaned when he heard the words. His thrusts became faster, keeping the same deep thrusts. The pleasure in the pit of your stomach was close to overflowing. George could tell by the way your walls clenched around him that you were close. One of his hands sneaked down between your legs, thumb starting to rub circles on your clit. You let out a strangled noise at the unexpected sensation. "Let go love, give me everything."

And with that request you let go, pleasure coursing through your body. George whined as you got impossibly tight around him, your warm walls becoming like a vice grip. George's own hips started to stutter, his own orgasm creeping up on him. You were still riding your own high when his approached, a groan breaking through him. You let out a moan as he let go, filling you with his come.

The both of you stilled, coming down from your highs. You laid down back onto the table as he settled on top of you. Your chests heaved while you both tried to catch your breath. George presses a few soft kisses to your collarbone area.

"I love you." He looked down at you, pulling out of you as he said the words. The motion made you quiver, still sensitive from both orgasms. One of his hands trailed up to your own, lacing his fingers with yours.

"I know you do," you pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I love you too."

#george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley smut #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x female reader #george weasley x you

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 6 months

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Y/n, texting Hermione: Hermione! Help I'm being kidnapped.

Hermione: Where are you?

Y/n: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Hermione: I'll call George.

George, answering his phone: Hello?

Hermione: Where's Y/n? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

George: Y/n? What you mean, they're right next to me-

George:

George: I'll call you back. *hangs up*

George: MY NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD!

Y/n: WHO ARE YOU?!

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iamhpfan · 7 months

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Fred to George: You know, Y/n is actually my girlfriend.

George: Really? How so?

Fred: Watch.

[He turns to you]

Fred: Hey, Y/n, my girlfriend say what?

Y/n: What?

Fred to George: Told ya.

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

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nadinebrooks · 1 year

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

This one is a little long because I didn't divide it up into 2 parts, but I hope everyone enjoys! Do you prefer them to be shorter or a little on the longer side?

You Get Jealous

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

I know hate is a strong word, but it was the only emotion I was feeling at this moment. I hate her perfect flaming red her. I hate her perfect freckled complexion. And I hate her perfect personality. She had Harry wrapped around her perfect little finger. She didn't even have to do anything. She just existed and he was obsessed.

After I had to play in that Quidditch match for Harry, Oliver Wood wanted me to start coming to practice. I was learning the roles of the other positions. He explained that he wanted to have me around just in case. I was not looking forward to playing Quidditch in front of a crowd again. I hope nobody on the team needed me.

On the way to the field for an afternoon practice on Saturday, Ginny spent the entire time flirting with Harry. She was the team's new Chaser. It was as if he actually enjoyed the attention.

I mean who wouldn’t. There were guys who would go to detention for an entire month with Snape if they got a chance just to talk to Ginny Weasley.

She was absolutely perfect. I hated that I felt this way because I liked to consider Ginny one of my closest friends.

I tried not to scoff as I watched Ginny talking to Harry. She was batting her eyelashes and giggling. She would touch his arm and he leaned into her touch. Harry was laughing at things that she was saying, but I couldn’t hear what the conversation was about. I knew that Harry wasn't faking his laughter. Ginny was a funny person.

During practice I sat in the stands and took notes on the different positions. The only position that I think I would have liked besides Seeker would be Beater. I think I would imagine the ball as Ginny's head.

While I was watching practice, I was thinking about how I was so happy that I wasn't actually practice. It was a grueling one. Oliver told us that he wanted to win the championship this year and he wasn't playing.

He was making sure that this team was ready for anything and everything. I did appreciate him for that, but I would much rather be curled up in the common room with a good book.

That sounded much better than watching Ginny and Harry flirt. Anything sounds much better than that.

She looked absolutely perfect while she was flying around on her broom. She wasn't sweaty at all. There wasn't a single hair out of place on her head.

"You're scowling. What's wrong?" Hermione asked from beside me. She decided that come down to the quidditch pitch to hang out with me since she was done with all her homework for the day.

"I'm not scowling Hermione." I grumbled tearing my eyes away from Ginny so that I could look at her. I was happy to have her here.

"You’re definitely scowling (y/n). You don’t have to talk about what's wrong to me, but don't keep all your emotions bottled up inside. It's not good for you." She calmly replied.

Hermione had always been good at reading me. I knew that she knew what was wrong with me. She wasn't going to force me to say anything, but she knew what was going on in my mind.

"I know Hermione. I just get so..." I trailed off not really sure how to explain to her how I felt.

"Jealous." Hermione shrugged as if it wasn't that hard to explain. It wasn’t really. I just didn't want to admit it out loud. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about (y/n). I know Harry likes you.”

"Nothing to worry about?" I rolled my eyes at her. "Ginny is perfect. She is absolutely perfect and I'm just me."

"Please don’t say that about yourself (y/n). You're perfect too. You just don’t see yourself the same way that we see you."

That didn't ease my anger at all. Not even a little bit. Ginny had been making these googly eyes at Harry all practice and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Once practice was finally over, I angrily shoved into her making sure that I bumped into her shoulder. Hard. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. I smirked as I stomped off towards the castle.

I needed to go somewhere where I knew that I could be alone. I needed to be alone. I barely made it to the Room of Requirement before I collapsed onto one of the couches sobbing.

I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked slightly to sooth myself. There was absolutely nothing but silence in the room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my sniffles.

Was I not enough for him? I mean I knew I couldn’t compete with her, but that didn't mean he had to rub it in my face. I just needed to accept the fact that I wasn't Ginny Weasley and I never would be.

"What the hell is wrong with you (y/n)?" Harry practically shouted storming into the room. His angry face was replaced with concern when he saw me balled up on the couch. I tried to respond to him, but I started crying again.

He slowly walked over to me and sat down. I could hardly see him through my tears. I couldn’t catch my breath.

"Please tell me what's wrong." He tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him touching me right now.

"Am I just a game to you?" I asked as I angrily wiped away the tears.

"No (y/n). I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Then why?"

"I just wanted you to know how I felt when I saw you kissing Oliver."

"You mean to tell me that you toyed with my emotions because you're still stuck on something that happened over a year ago?" I was furious. He leaned forward to comfort me, but I pushed myself away.

"Yeah." He awkwardly reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "It sounds stupid when you say it like that, but I didn’t think you were going to get so upset over me talking to her."

"You weren't just talking to her. You two were all over each other." I muttered shaking my head. "I was very jealous. I know it sounds kinda stupid, but I didn't like it."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid. I'm sorry for making you feel that way."

"You better not let it happen again."

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

Ron and I had always been close ever since I slapped him. I knew that I shouldn’t have a crush on him. I couldn’t lose him. Nor could I stand his rejection. I was almost positive that he had a thing for Lavender.

The thing was, he didn’t seem as into her as she was into him. I liked to think that he didn't really like her. He was just being polite. That would be the best case scenario, but life never worked out like that for me.

After some time, I wasn’t so sure. Seeing the two of them together was a constant reminder of my feelings. I tried to push those feelings away, but it was hard. It was really hard.

"Hey Ronnie." Came that annoying voice. It was Lavender. "I have a lot of work left for History of Magic. I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's in it for me?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his fellow Gryffindor.

"Whatever you want." She suggestively grinned at him causing my jaw to drop. "We can decide on something later tonight."

Ron sheepishly grinned and began gathering all of his belongings. He quickly shoved them all into his backpack and practically ran behind Lavender out of the common room.

"Gross." Hermione shuddered before gathering all of her things and heading out of the common room as well. That left me and Harry to talk about all the random things that had gone on in our lives this week.

Harry and I were no means that close, but I did spend a decent amount of time in their common room because of Hermione. We had become extremely close over the past year. I was proud to say that she was one of my best friends.

"How do you feel about Ron and Lavender?" Harry asked. I had a feeling that he had been wanting to ask me that for a while.

"Are they like together together?" I asked testing the waters. "If I'm going to honest, Lavender is not the type of girl I saw him with. I figured him and Hermione would be together by now."

"Him and Hermione argue way too much for any sort of relationship. Lavender did come out of the blue for me too. I think he's with her because he's trying to get over another girl, but you didn’t hear that from me."

The following week I managed to catch up with Ron when we both had a free period. Since we weren't in the same year it could be hard to get some time together, but we did have the same free period on Thursdays.

"How's it going with you and Lavender?" I asked as we stepped outside. We would usually walk around the grounds taking in all the scenery.

"What do you mean?" He looked confused.

"Lavender Brown? I thought the two of you were together now."

"Oh, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that we're together. It's nice to have something warm to snuggle up with in the common room, you know?"

"Ron Weasley." I stopped walking and grabbed both of his shoulders so that he could look me in the face. "You can't lead her on. That isn't fair. Especially when she thinks that your relationship could be going somewhere."

"I wouldn’t call it leading on (y/n). Besides, I think she's in the same headspace as me. We're not looking for it to go anywhere." He let out a small sigh. "I've been interested in this other girl for a while, but I don’t think she wants anything to do with me."

He had to be talking about Hermione.

"That can't be true Ron. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You're a great guy." We started back walking on the path through one of the courtyards.

"Thanks (y/n)." He darkly chuckled. "I think she just sees me as a friend though. She's never done or said anything to make me think that she was interested."

"Maybe she's nervous." I suggested. "Or she gets a little shy around you."

"I don’t think so. She's never nervous or shy around me. It's quite the opposite. Maybe it's time that I move on, you know? Maybe I should try pushing it a little harder with Lavender."

"No." I immediately shook my head. Ron turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"No what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No. You shouldn’t move on."

"Is there something you want to tell me (y/n)?" He smirked.

"No." I grumbled.

"It's okay. You can say it. You can say that you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous Ron." I calmy addressed. "I just don’t think it's fair to Lavender to drag your fling out when you can clearly see that she has feelings for you. You don’t want to lead her on when you have feelings for someone else."

"Hmm you're right." Ron nodded. We went back on talking about random things for the rest of the walk. Lavender hadn’t been brought back up. We headed back towards the castle when it was time for me to go to Charms class.

"Bye Ron." I gave him a little wave as I started heading up the stairs.

"Oh and (y/n)?" He called out to me before I had gotten too far away. I turned around raising my eyebrows to let him know that I was listening. "It's okay to be jealous."

Draco: Ravenclaw, pureblood, year below

This was new to her. She had taken one too many shots of fire whisky and now she was dancing on top of one of the common room tables.

(y/n) was not used to all the attention, but in this moment she had all eyes on her. Nobody was complaining though. It was nice to see the girl who was usually so shy and tame having a little bit of fun.

Tonight everyone was celebrating the end of OWLS. Even though it was only the 5th years that took them, everyone got to enjoy the perks of the parties.

Little did (y/n) know, Draco was paying very close attention to her. He had never seen her drunk before so this was new to him as well.

Draco didn't dance. Not one bit. So he had found a spot in the corner of the room where he would be able to watch (y/n).

Her hips swayed to the music and it looked as if she was having a really good time. Watching her dance on an elevated surface was something Draco could get used to.

He sat there for a while sipping his drink and enjoying the show. He didn't really like being the center of attention so this was perfect for him. Everything about this night had gone perfect. That was until he saw Pansy Parkinson making his way towards her. He tried to look away from her, but she managed to catch his gaze.

Pansy sat down on the couch beside him and tried to smile seductively at him. Sure, Pansy was a pretty girl, but he had absolutely no interest in her.

"How's your night going Draco?" She sweetly asked.

"It's going fine." He replied. He wanted to be short with his responses, but still polite. "How is yours going Pancy?"

"Mine is going really well. Thank you for asking."

"That's good Pansy."

"I don’t understand why (y/n) thinks it's a good idea to dance on the table. And then she's got that tiny dress on. It’s like she wants everyone to look at her."

"You know (y/n) isn’t like that." Draco coldly replied. He wasn’t going to let Pansy disrespect her. "She's just having a little bit of fun. She deserves it. Especially after all those hours she spent helping us study for OWLS. She didn't have to do that."

Pansy started talking, but Draco zoned out. He didn’t really care what Pansy had to say about (y/n). He was just happy that she was loosening up a little bit. As he was watching her, he noticed her eyes angrily narrow at Pansy.

Was that jealously he detected? He didn't think that (y/n) would ever be jealous of Pansy. She had absolutely no reason to be. But he knew that face. It was the face he made whenever he saw (y/n) talking to Ron Weasley.

It was the face of jealously. Maybe he could use Pansy to his advantage to see if (y/n) felt the same way about him.

He knew that he had (y/n)'s attention when she stopped dancing and had her gaze firmly fixed on the two of them. He leaned into Pansy acting as if he was extremely interested in what she had to say. He would make sure to touch her and chuckle at everything she was saying. Draco knew that he had (y/n)'s undivided attention.

(y/n) reached up and began weaving her hands through her hair. Her hips were swaying perfectly with the music as she maintained eye contact with the blonde. She ran her hands down her body making sure that the dance was more sensual than it had been before.

Damn, Draco could get used to seeing a drunk and jealous (y/n).

Pansy placed her hand on his forearm. He wanted to shake her away, but he noticed that (y/n) had hopped down from the table and was now making her way over to the two of them.

"Come dance with me Draco." She had her hands firmly placed on her hips. Even though it was a request, she wasn’t asking.

"Can't you see that he's a little busy?" Pansy spoke up.

"I want to dance Draco." (y/n) was speaking to Draco, but she was looking at Pansy. Pansy stared right back at (y/n). She wasn't just going to back down.

"Your wish is my command." He sheepishly grinned and wrapped an arm around (y/n)'s waist pulling her to the middle of the common room. They left behind a stunned looking Pansy.

"What was that (y/n)?" He smirked as her spun her around and she pressed up against his body. The two of them began moving to the music. The both of them knew that Pansy was watching so they wanted to give her a good show.

"I didn’t like the way she was all up on you." (y/n) huffed.

"Hmm do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

"No. You detect a lot of jealousy."

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

Once the sound of clanging pots and pans drifted up to my bedroom, I knew it was time to get out of the bed. I was never awaken this way at my house, but I came to love the sounds at the Weasley household.

As I got out of bed and tried to make myself look more presentable, the smell of bacon began wafting up the stairs. There was no food in the word that came anywhere close to Molly Weasley's cooking.

I finally climbed out of the warm bed and slipped a hoodie on over my tank top. I headed downstairs to see that I was the last one to make my way to the kitchen. Everyone else had gathered in the living room to wait for Molly to finish up cooking.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Nice of you to join on." George joked looking over in my direction.

"You were up there so long I thought you had died." Fred added on. I rolled my eyes and flipped off the twins. The first time I did that, the twins didn't understand the gesture. It came from my Muggle side. Once they learned what it meant, it was something we did to each other all the time.

When breakfast was done cooking, Molly called all of us into the kitchen. I got ready to sit down beside George, but not before Hermione could slip into the seat before I could. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

I always sat in this seat beside George. I shrugged it off and took the seat across the table from him which was beside Ron. I didn't mind sitting by Ron at all. It was just weird because she was the one who usually sat by Ron.

Hermione and Ginny instantly began talking about celebrities from the Muggle world. Hermione had brought pictures to show Ginny. I mostly just listened to their conversation, but I would give some input every now and then. I think a lot of people forgot that my mom was a Muggle, so I was familiar with a lot of these things.

"So Hermione," Ginny gushed, "What are you looking for in a partner?"

"I've always wanted someone who could make me laugh. They need to be a kind person as well. You know that I'm not obsessed with looks, it's more about personality for me. But it wouldn’t hurt if they're nice to look at, you know? I would also like them to be taller than me which shouldn’t be too hard since I'm not the tallest person."

"Hmm sounds like you just described me." George interjected bringing all the attention to him. Hermione clearly blushed and looked away from the beaming redhead.

I felt my fist clenching and I had to force myself to finish the rest of my breakfast. If I didn’t, Molly was sure to ask what was wrong. I didn’t feel like explaining to her that I was jealous of another girl who I would be living with for the next couple of weeks.

Once breakfast was over, the boys and Ginny decided that they wanted to play Quidditch. It was snowing outside so it was pretty cold. I made sure to put on extra socks. I hated when my toes got cold.

Hermione made her way over to a spot on the porch so she could read a book she had just gotten, but still pay attention to the game happening above. I would be the referee for their little match.

They had been playing for a little while and I watched as George flew down and landed beside Hermione. He said something to her, but I was too far away to hear. They exchanged a couple of words and George quickly ran inside. After a couple of moments, he came back out with one of his knitted sweaters that he always got for Christmas.

It was one of the signature knitted sweaters from Molly. Why was he giving it to Hermione? She immediately pulled it on over her head and gave George the biggest smile ever.

I felt myself shaking with rage. He didn't even ask if I was cold. I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom and headed towards the house. George called after me, but I just kept walking.

I tried to quickly walk upstairs to the bathroom, but I was no match to his long strides. I managed to get to the bathroom and almost slam the door, but he caught ahold of it.

"What are you doing?" I hissed trying to pull it shut. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Not before you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong George. I just need to pee."

"You've been pouting all morning. Something is clearly wrong with you."

"I'm fine." I said trying to keep my voice from rising. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He cocked his head to the side studying my face. "What?" I questioned.

"I just want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"What is going on between you and Hermione?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Nothing is going on between us." He threw his head back and laughed.

"What about the conversation this morning? About you claiming to be her type and then getting a sweater for her. You could've gotten her any sweater, but of course you get her one with a G on it. As if you were claiming her."

"If you want me to claim you darling, all you have to do is ask." He smirked causing my face to heat up under his gaze. "I was trying to get a rile out of you this morning and about the sweater, she was just cold. You don’t have to worry about anything. I only have eyes for you." He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Have a nice pee."

He turned away from me and walked back down the hallway. I had forgotten all about going to the bathroom.

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

"I just heard that Hannah Abbott is going to Hogsmeade with Fred tonight." Hermione angrily ran her hands through her thick hair. She was practically ranting to Harry and I. "I don’t understand what he sees in her. I mean he's got a perfectly good girl who is practically in love with him, but he doesn’t care. Not one bit. I mean what does he even see in Hannah? She can’t even hold a candle to you (y/n)."

"Hold on Hermione. Let's take a minute and think about what you just said. I'm not in love with Fred." I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I was a little hurt. I thought that Fred and I had something going on, but maybe he decided to move on because I hadn't expressed my feelings towards him.

"It's okay to admit your feelings (y/n). I see the way you look at him. Please don't make the same mistake as me and take too long to say how you feel." Hermione lovingly placed a hand on top of mine. I knew that she had been feeling a little down lately.

I had a feeling that Fred was teasing me. We had been playing this game of cat and mouse for years. But what could I say to him? If I said what I really wanted to say, I had a feeling that he would laugh in my face and leave with Hannah on their date.

I decided that I needed to tell him. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was tired of being this jealous girl who was scared to admit her feelings. When he came down the stairs to leave for his date, I stopped him.

"Where are you going?" I stood in front of him blocking his path. I was done with this silly little game the two of us had been playing for the past couple of years.

"I'm just going out with a friend. Why? Is there something you need (y/n)?"

"No." I shook my head trying to figure out exactly what I wanted to say to him. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my heels. I should have thought about this before I corralled him in our common room. "I was just wondering. I heard you were going on a date."

"I mean, I guess you could call it a date. Look (y/n), I can see that something is on your mind. Can we continue this conversation when I get back? I've got to meet her and I don't want to keep her waiting."

"Sure Fred. Have fun." I nodded stepping out of his way so that he could walk around me. I have him a small wave as he quickly walked out of the common room. Every fiber in my being was screaming for me to stop him. To tell him that I was right here waiting on him. I didn’t want him to go on that date with Hannah. It should be me that he was taking out on a date. I slowly walked back over to my seat on the couch.

"I'm sorry Hermione." I mumbled as tears were threatening to tumble down my cheeks. "I just froze. I didn’t know what to say to him.

"You don’t have to apologize to me. I froze so many times when I wanted to tell him how I felt. You could always wait until he comes back and talk to him."

"I just don’t know what I would even say. What if he hates me?"

"He could never hate you (y/n)." Hermione gave me a supportive smile before standing up and leaving me on the couch to think about what I wanted to say when he came back. I only sat there for about an hour or so until Fred got back.

I had been going over how I expected this conversation to go in my mind. Let's just say that my guesses of how this conversation was going to go weren't very good.

"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Fred say as he walked in. I had decided that I was just going to go for it. I had nothing to lose at this point. "I didn’t forget that you wanted to talk about something." He walked over to the couch and plopped down beside me. He casually tossed an arm on couch beside me. "So what's up?"

"Well how was your date?" I asked trying to ease into the conversation.

"It was okay." He shrugged. "It was nice to get out of Hogwarts for a little while, but it wasn’t anything spectacular."

"Who was the date with?"

"It was with Hannah Abbott. I think you know her."

"I do know Hannah." I sadly nodded. She seemed perfect for Fred to go on a date with. I'm sure they had an amazing time and he was just saying these things to keep my feelings from being hurt.

"Did you ask her? Or did she ask you? Or was this more of a mutual thing?"

"I mean she instigated it, but it was a pretty mutual thing. Is everything alright (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"No it isn't. I can tell by the look on your face that everything isn't okay." He gently took my face in his hands so that I could look him in the face. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yes I know." I shyly looked away. "Honestly Fred, I didn't want you to go on a date with Hannah."

"Why not?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"I think you know why." I mumbled.

"Please enlighten me." He was grinning now. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Now he was just teasing me. He knew exactly why I didn’t want him on that date. This might be my only chance to say something. But at the same time, I didn't want to be a game to him. "Just say it (y/n)."

"Okay fine." I stood up so that I could run away if I needed to. "Please don’t go on another date with Hannah Abbott. Actually Fred, I don’t want you to go on a date with anyone else."

"Were you jealous (y/n)?" He smirked.

"You’re really going to make me spell it out for you." I grumbled rolling my eyes.

"No, I don't need you to do that. I'm going to honest with you, the date wasn't that good. So uh, (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me? I would hate to see you jealous again. Even though you were pretty cute."

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

For this one can we please pretend that Cedric didn't die during the Triwizard Tournament. Please and thank you.

I was furious. I had never been the jealous type, but lately Cedric had me feeling emotions that I had never felt before. My eyes narrowed at the very pretty Ravenclaw who was straight up flirting with Cedric. It’s not like I could be upset or anything. I wasn't even dating the guy.

So why did I feel envious when I saw them talking? I was bitter and spiteful. Cedric was someone who bounced between the line of friendly and flirtatious. I wanted to walk right over to him, grab his tie, and force my lips onto his.

At times it felt like he was interested in me. And at other times it felt like he just saw me as a friend. Why were boys so confusing? If you want me why wouldn’t you just say so? It’s not that hard.

After winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric became even more popular at Hogwarts. He had all these girls throwing themselves at him, but Cedric was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions.

I knew that he was really busy with all the interviews he was having to do after winning. He was having to be extremely careful with any girls that he was seen talking to. Cedric told me that's why he had distanced himself from me these past couple of weeks.

We were very good friends and he didn't want the Daily Prophet or Rita Skeeter to turn our relationship into something it's not. Rita Skeeter had done enough digging into his personal life.

I appreciated Cedric for wanting to protect me, but would it be so bad if people did think we were together in that way? I mean maybe that would keep a certain raven-haired beauty from touching all over my man.

Well, he didn’t know that he was my man, but he was my man.

Cedric was obviously trying to keep Cho Chang at a distance from him. He was looking at her as if she was only a friend, but she wasn't taking the hint. Cedric was too much of a gentleman to do much about it though. He graciously accepted her compliments and politely smiled when she flirted with him. I wanted to scream.

I had seen enough of this and they were both going to hear about it from me.

"How desperate can you be Chang?" I grumbled walking by her. I didn’t stop walking. Instead, I kept walking by her as if I hadn't said anything. She scowled looking towards me. Cedric chuckled and gave me this amused looked.

"Is there something you want to say (l/n)?" She spat. I didn't expect her to respond and I whipped around glaring at her.

"Not really, I was just trying to give you some advice. You're a pretty girl, but even you can't make desperation look good."

"Oh please don't tell me that you've caught feelings." She threw her head back and laughed.

"No." My eyes narrowed at her. "I just know an attention seeking whore when I see one."

"(y/n)." Cedric scolded and lightly began dragging me way from her. "That wasn't very nice of you."

"Oh well." I shrugged grinning at the look on Cho Chang's face as we left.

"I've never seen you like this (y/n)." He stopped walking and stared down at me.

"Seen me how?" I raised an eyebrow. My expression told him to tread lightly.

"Jealous." He instantly replied.

"I was not jealous. I just wanted Chang to have more respect for herself. She was practically begging for you to take her upstairs to your bedroom."

"It was harmless flirting (y/n)." He chuckled.

"It was anything but harmless."

"I really like this jealous side of you. I hope to see it again." He jokingly pinched my side.

"I won't be so nice to her next time." I grumbled swatting his hand away.

"And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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Can you write some cute George Weasley x reader (fem) please? Thanks in advance!

Hi I'm sorry it took me a bit! I kept rewriting and rewrite but anyways I hope you enjoy also sorry it's sort.

Secret admirer

Pairing George weasley x female reader

George watched as you blushed as your favorite treats were dropped in front of you. You'd sometimes notice the tall ginger watching you when he thought you weren't looking but you didn't mind because you had a crush on him since 2nd year. The packages had been going on for at least a few months now and it wasn't treats you got it was anything you liked or needed like if you liked a book or needed new quills. Honestly you were surprised when a note was dropped along with the treats. " Finally got the courage to ask her out eh Georgie?" Fred teased. " Oh fuck off nosey. " George replied

"Meet me at the Astronomy town tonight at midnight. "

You were definitely intrigued. Honestly you didn't bother putting on a dress but you did (if possible)do your hair up nice. You also did put some make-up on as you headed to the Astronomy tower. The rest you didn't put a dress on is because you didn't feel like changing a second time also dresses aren't always the best for climbing stairs. When you finally made it up you saw a tall handsome man with ginger hair holding flowers.

".....George?" You asked as you felt your heart pounding in excitement.

"Y...Y/n you came!" George exclaimed.

" Of course. " You replied and smiled at the tall ginger.

" I wasn't sure you'd come....Fred said I was being a creep not telling you who..... George started but you cut him off by kissing him.

" I love you to George ." You replied .

"Oh I got you flowers!" George exclaimed holding them out to you.

" Thanks George their beautiful. "You replied taking them

"Not as beautiful as you. " George replied

#x reader #yn #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #george weasley x reader #female reader

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You Daft Dimbo

Ron Weasley x Female!Gryffindor Reader

Warnings: Language, Ron having his seizure in Slughorn's office

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: Hooray for my first Ron Weasley fic! :D I've been on a Harry Potter kick recently, rewatching all of the movies for like the 200th time (each) and I feel like there's not too many fics about Ron! Ron was one of the first characters I really fell in love with (Before Fred lolol I just want all of the Weasley's.) and I hope this did him justice! This is based during Half Blood Prince (Lavender Brown) times, for a time setting hehe! Hope you all enjoy!

~Mod Shoyo <3

After helping Gryffindor in their tremendous victory, the new keeper, Ron Weasley, became a hot commodity. The night of the game, everyone gathered in the Gryffindor common room to honor and celebrate how amazingly well he did at preventing Slytherin from scoring. Harry, Y/N, and Hermione were all watching as people fawned over Ron.

“It’s nice that Ron has the spotlight, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, watching red and gold confetti fall over his fiery Weasley locks.

“Yeah, it’s nice when it isn’t me for once.” Harry replied with a smile. Y/N and Hermione both rolled their eyes and scoffed.

As Ron came down from the pedestal he was standing on, Lavender Brown grabbed his hand tightly in hers. Y/N watched with furrowed eyebrows as she gripped his face in her palms, smashing her lips onto his. Her eyes widened and she turned to Hermione, watching her expression shift as well. When Y/N turned back around, Ron’s arms were wrapped around Lavender’s waist, pulling her into his body even more.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out of the common room, Hermione following her immediately. As the two best friends made it into one of the empty stairwells, Y/N finally sucked in a large breath, sniffling as she exhaled shakily. Hermione rubbed her back comfortingly and sighed, sitting down with her on one of the steps.

“I-is Ron even close with Lavender?” Y/N choked out. “I’ve never seen them interact once until tonight.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I've only seen her look at Ron from afar. It's quite creepy, if you ask me.”

Y/N shook her head and looked down into her lap. Her lip was quivering whenever she wasn’t talking. As her teardrops hit the floor, another set of footsteps came down the stairs. Harry had followed Y/N and Hermione, his posture stiffening when he could hear Y/N crying. Hermione looked up at Harry and gave him a disapproving look.

“I’m not sure what’s gotten into him,” Harry sighed. “Bloody twit, he doesn’t know how to deal with so many compliments at once.”

"Obviously," Hermione stated matter-of-factly.

Y/N stayed quiet, looking out one of the barred windows and keeping her eyes on the moon. She sniffled and found herself getting lost in the night sky. It always looked so much prettier when she had a lot on her mind. It almost served as a comfort to her, because who knows what all is going on in that black sky? And here she was, just staring at a small fraction of whatever was really out there.

Two sets of footsteps echoed through the stairwell and Y/N turned at the sound of them. Low and behold, Ron and Lavender came bustling through, both of them out of breath as they stared at the three Gryffindors. Lavender bit her lip and took note of Y/N's bloodshot and puffy eyes. She shifted her gaze to Ron with a very sneaky smirk, giggling softly as she tugged on his arm.

“I think this room’s taken…”

Ron chuckled softly and finally followed her down the stairs, sparing Y/N one last glance before they set out to another set of stairs. Y/N let out a harsh scoff and stood up angrily, stomping back up the stairs into the common room. She’d much rather go to bed than have to deal with the look Ron gave her before Lavender dragged him away.

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Ron was starting to get unbearable.

Despite how much Y/N liked him, she couldn’t help but start to slowly despise him the more he hung out with Lavender. Apparently they were dating now, so now there really was no hope for Y/N. Tonight was something different, however.

Harry called Y/N into the boys dormitories with no context, her mind racing as she opened the door. When the room was revealed to her, Ron was slumped in a chair staring out of the large window that was in the back of the room. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she walked over to Harry, also managing to get a better look at Ron in the process.

“What’s up with him?” Y/N queried, watching Harry’s slender finger point towards the box of chocolates Ron was clutching to his chest.

On the top, Y/N saw a sticky note with some handwriting on it. It was so neat, she knew it was a girl’s. She squinted her eyes to read the print and made out what it had said.

A gift from me to you, Harry.

-Romilda <3

Y/N turned to look at Harry with confusion, wondering why Ron was acting so weird if all he ate was chocolate.

The more she thought, the more she started to remember about Slughorn’s class and his lesson on amortentia potions. Y/N audibly groaned and turned to look at Harry.

“You can’t be serious,”

Harry raised his eyebrows and let out a sigh through his nostrils. “I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t, I’m afraid.”

Ron was babbling some nonsense, talking about how Romilda was the one for him. How she reminded him of the moon in the sky. Y/N nearly gagged at the sound of all of his heartfelt professions of love for Romilda. He really needed to stop eating everything that he sees, this amortentia spell being the prime example of it.

Once Harry and Y/N managed to lead Ron to Slughorn’s office, she grabbed the brass knocker in the middle of the door and slammed it three times. After a few moments, the door opened ever so slightly, only enough for Slughorn to peek his face through the crack in the door.

“Mr. Potter, Miss L/N, it’s past your curfews,”

Y/N held the door open. “Professor it’s an emergency, we think Ron ate some chocolate laced with amortentia!”

Slughorn opened the door all the way, ushering his three students inside before closing the door behind him. Slughorn walked over to his desk, opening a couple of drawers before pulling out a small chalice and a glass bottle.

“With how well you’ve been doing in my class, I’d figure you could whip up a cure in no time, Harry!” Professor Slughorn complimented.

Once Slughorn finished mixing his herbs and liquids together, he poured the finished product into the chalice he brought out. Y/N took a peek and saw that it was a crimson red liquid. It didn’t look thick and honestly, it reminded her of Kool-Aid. As Ron took the cup in his hands, he looked up at Y/N.

“What’s this?” He questioned, smelling what was inside the cup.

“It’s tonic, for your nerves,” Slughorn responded.

Ron smiled sheepishly and brought the chalice up to his lips, taking a large sip of the cure Slughorn made. After he swallowed, his smile slowly started to fade, his eyes sharpening as he looked around the room. His eyes met with Y/N's and he finally snapped out of his love-struck daze.

“What happened to me?” Ron asked, still staring around the room like he hadn’t known how he even got there. Honestly, it wasn’t a completely irrational thing for him to say right now.

Harry sniggered and looked down at his friend with a smirk. “Love potion.”

Y/N sighed and took a seat on the couch where Ron was sitting. “A really really strong one. It was meant for Harry too.”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Harry. “If it was meant for you then why did it affect me?”

Y/N let out a soft laugh along with Harry. “Romilda Vane laced some chocolates for Harry with amortentia. You, being hungry, Ron Weasley, took the chocolates off Harry’s bed and ate them!”

Ron sighed and rubbed his face with the palm of his hands. Slughorn chuckled and and bustled around his desk once more, pulling out a bottle similar to a wine bottle along with four glasses. He poured the contents of whatever was in the bottle into each cup, bringing them over to hand to each of them.

“Here you go, you three,” Slughorn began. “To life!” Y/N, Harry, and Slughorn all clinked their cups together.

Ron was standing in front of the fire, already taking a sip out of his cup. Before the rest of them could take a drink from their cup, Ron fell to the floor with a harsh thud. Y/N's eyes darted over to Ron’s convulsing body, the veins in his neck popping out of his skin as his mouth started to foam. Y/N lifted Ron’s head up, starting to panic. She looked up at Harry and Slughorn, asking them to help. While Slughorn stayed looking baffled at what was going on, Harry rushed over to Slughorn’s cabinet.

Once Harry got his hands on the bezoar that was in one of the drawers, he came rushing towards Y/N. He got onto his knees and opened the packaging, grabbing the bezoar and stuffing it into Ron’s mouth. He had Y/N help make sure that Ron swallowed it, the two of them waiting in anticipation, hoping that Ron would wake up.

Moments went by, but for Y/N it felt like years. Ron hadn’t been breathing for all but five seconds, and when she finally saw his chest rise again, she let out a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding. Ron sat up, letting out a hearty cough and hunching over the carpet. Y/N and Harry felt their hearts finally start to relax again, panting as Ron turned to Harry.

“These girls are going to kill me…”

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The next morning, Ron was on bed rest in Madame Pomfrey’s. Although the bezoar helped, it also made Ron very ill. Madame Pomfrey managed to help him go to sleep, reassuring Y/N and Harry that Ron would be fine once he woke up. Y/N hadn’t left Ron’s side since he had first got brought to the medical wing. She sat in her chair at his side, Hermione sitting on the other side, watching him sleep and making sure that nothing else alarming was going to happen to him.

As Dumbledore, Slughorn, McGonagall, Snape, and Harry all entered the room they let their eyes settle on the unconscious Weasley boy. He looked as pale as the white blanket that was covering his body, the fabric brought all the way up to his neck. He would’ve been hard to see had it not been for his bright red hair.

“Very good work on using the bezoar, Harry.” Dumbledore announced. “Horrace, you should be very proud of your student.”

Slughorn let out a shaky chuckle and nodded his head. “Y-Yes, very very proud…”

McGonagall spoke up in a more rational tone. “Let’s face it, had Y/N and Harry not acted as quickly as they did, Mr. Weasley would be dead!”

As Dumbledore studied the contents of the bottle that Slughorn poured their drinks with last night, Lavender Brown came running in, immediately asking for her Won-Won.

Y/N rolled her eyes the second she heard her shrill voice.

“Where’s my Won-Won?” She panicked, scanning each bed she passed as she ran through the medical wing. “Has he been asking for me?”

Y/N turned and looked at Hermione, rolling her eyes and making Hermione chuckle. The two friends stared at each other with a mutual hate for the way that Lavender sounded, let alone the way she acted now that she was Ron’s girlfriend. Y/N stood up from her chair at Ron’s side and eyed Lavender down angrily.

“What’s she doing here?” Lavender spat, eyeing Y/N down with an ugly stare.

“My friend is in the medical wing and you’re asking why I’m here?” Y/N fired back just as angrily. “What the hell are you doing here?"

Lavender gasped slightly. “I happen to be his girlfriend.”

Hermione stood up now, turning to face Lavender with a look similar to Y/N's.

“Funny how you’re his girlfriend, but only came to the medical wing just now. Y/N's been here since he got admitted.”

Lavender was anything but Ron’s girlfriend. If being boyfriend and girlfriend just meant you only used each other for secret makeout sessions in unattended stairwells, then they were soulmates. But Y/N knew that Lavender was far from being Ron’s girlfriend. With the way that Y/N always dreamed of treating Ron, Lavender just didn’t compare.

“Oh, don’t make me laugh! I suppose you want me to break up with him now that he’s suddenly all interesting?” Lavender whined.

Y/N gasped and let out dry scoff, pointing at the state that Ron was in.

“Are you stupid? Ron was poisoned you daft dimbo! He’s been my best friend way longer than you’ve known him, and he’s always been interesting to me.” Y/N spat.

Harry and Hermione smirked at Y/N's remark, not sure that they wanted to point out that she subtly mentioned her crush on Ron. The teasing would come another time, right now? They were just proud that she was sticking up for not just for herself, but for Ron too.

Ron began to shift in his bed, soft groans and murmurs falling from his lightly chapped lips. Lavender gasped and walked closer to the foot of Ron’s bed. She grabbed his leg in between her horribly painted nails, gripping it tightly.

“Ah… see? He senses my presence.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry Won-Won, I’m here! I’m here.”

Ron’s lips parted slightly and small noises were leaving his mouth. Everyone leaned forward, curious of what he was trying to say. Lavender leaned even closer, practically throwing herself on top of his body to listen to him.

“Y-Y/N.” He whispered. Y/N could’ve sworn she was going insane. Had he really said her name?

Maybe she got hit with some amortentia and it was making her go crazy.

Ron spoke again, this time his voice was nice and clear for everyone to hear.

“Y-Y/N.”

Y/N's heart swelled with love as she realized he had in fact said her name the first time. Lavender stood up and looked at Y/N with a look that could kill. Tears welled up in her eyes and she angrily stomped her foot, turning on her heel and running out of the room crying. Dumbledore made a comment about the harsh sting of love, but Y/N didn’t know what he was talking about. The love she felt in her heart right now was something out of a movie.

Y/N gripped Ron’s hand tightly, her heart swelling even more when she could feel him weakly squeeze her hand. Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she scooted her chair closer to Ron, lightly caressing his hand with her thumb.

“Aww, look at your little Won-Won.” Harry teased, trying to copy Lavender’s same tone of voice.

Y/N turned to look at Harry and bursted out laughing, playfully rolling her eyes. “Shut up, let me have this moment.”

Harry and Hermione burst into a fit of giggles, standing up and following the teachers out of the wing, leaving Y/N and Ron all by themselves. Y/N let out a small sigh and reached up to run her hands through Ron’s hair.

“When you wake up, I really hope that you see how much you mean to me, Weasley.”

Ron groaned as Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, Y/N giggling as she continued to lightly scratch his scalp with her fingernails.

Ron was so spoiled, but only when Y/N allowed it.

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As soon as Ron woke up, he was greeted with Y/N right by his side. She smiled and gasped, throwing her arms around him as soon as he sat up in bed. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her hair. She was freshly showered, Ron could smell her shampoo and conditioner still trapped in her hair. He stroked her back lovingly, trying to hide the sound of his heart pounding against his chest.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I was so worried about you.” Y/N admitted quietly, her lips right next to his ear and even then he could barely hear her.

Ron smirked and hugged her tighter. “I’m okay. Thanks to you and Harry, of course.”

Y/N smiled and rested her face in the crook of his neck, despite how long he stayed in bed, she could still smell that classic Weasley musk that she had fallen in love with. When her and Ron finally pulled away and Ron was free to leave, he grabbed her hand and intertwined it with his.

They walked down the quiet halls of Hogwarts together, the night sky shining brightly through all of the windows. They stopped in one of the corridors and stared at one of the windows together, Y/N finding the same comfort in the night sky that she found the night Lavender and Ron first kissed.

“You really never left my side?” Ron questioned. Y/N nodded her head. “I only left to go take a shower and come back…” She admitted.

Ron’s heart filled with adoration for his best friend, his blue eyes shifting over to look at her features. Her long eyelashes looked so gorgeous, but they were only accessories compared to the beauty of her eyes. He sighed softly and pulled Y/N towards him, forcing her to look at him now.

“I know I’ve been through a lot when it comes to girls,” Ron admits. “But you’re the only girl that I really have deep feelings for.”

Y/N gasped. This is the confession she had been waiting for, for three years she dreamed of this very moment.

She was finally getting it.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of this,” He licked his lips and met her eyes.

“But I’d really like to try with you, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N visibly relaxed. A small blush tinted her cheeks and her lips spread into a gorgeous smile.

“It’s about time, Weasley.”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows with a smirk before Y/N grabbed the sides of his face in her palms, smashing her lips onto his. Ron was easily taken aback by the action, but the second he snapped out of it, his hands fell to her hips and tightly gripped them, pulling her body into his. Their chests were pressed flush against one another, their heads bobbing from side to side as they kissed. Y/N felt like her heart was going to explode, she was finally kissing Ron Weasley.

It only took three years of patience and heartbreak.

Once they pulled away, Ron smirked, resting his forehead on her own and staring into her eyes. He chuckled, watching her catch her breath in small, erratic pants.

“I could get used to that,”

Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed him once more, running her fingers through his red hair.

“I’ve been waiting for this for three years, Weasley. I think we need to make up for the lost time.”

Ron chuckled and nodded his head in agreement, grabbing her hips tightly once more and pushing his hips into her own.

“I’m ready when you are.”

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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months

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jealous malfoy please

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: okay so i'm kinda exited for this one. i took this out of something that happened when i liked this guy, though the last part is pure imagination because he's an arse and wont admit shit ,3. with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, suggestive lines in the end, not thoroughly edited

how could she sit there laughing and smiling so beautifully with him?

Draco Malfoy had no so gracefully hurt himself in quidditch, well atleast pretended very well to. As soon as he heard that you were in the great hall, he made up some ache so he he could find a peaceful place to rest with his teammates with absolutely no other intention in mind. ofcourse.

It was a lovley saturday and everyone was winding down from the extra classes to complete portions.

You were happy since a bit, a group of you were sitting in the great hall whiling away some time. You were sitting on a table with Fred on your right and Cho on your left. they were sharing food that they had stolen from the kitchen and having so much laughter and jokes shared between them, it killed Draco a little in the inside.

Draco was there, in the very same room as you.

don't look, don't look.

fuckin Weaselbee, she always talked about him, sat with him and everything, it drove him nuts. you were his, why didn't he understand that?

everyday we talked and it was us, no weasley or his gignatic forehead.

where did he pop up from?

everyone was dispersing, you were walking out the door when someone pulled you by your wrist. A hand pinned you to the wall while an other was on your waist.

oh fuck, you were done for

"could'nt even look at me love? did i fuck you that hard baby?"

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rafesmuse · 4 months

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florida kilos with george please

WARNING: THESE ARE PORN LINKS. 18+ ONLY

riding best friend!george

george fingering you

doggystyle with classmate!george

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Just A Simple Misunderstanding - George Weasley - Female (Ravenclaw) Reader

Title: Just A Simple Misunderstanding

George Weasley X Female (Ravenclaw) Reader

Additional Characters: Luna, Fred, and Snape

Requested

WC: 2,906

Warnings: Misunderstandings, anxiety, nervousness, Reader is shy, George is shy, and sneaking out

"You love a cousin of Malfoy?" Fred asked during breakfast.

George turned to his twin and shushed him, "Tell the whole school, why don't you?"

George's eyes widened as he looked around at all the other tables full of people. No one from the Gryffindor table was even looking their way.

"I just don't understand why you like someone who is related to Malfoy." Fred muttered, and George rolled his eyes.

"I can't help who I like, Freddie." He said with annoyance in his voice.

Fred gave him an exasperated look.

"Yeah, I know that," He answered back, "But, she hates you."

George turned back to his brother, "How do you know she hates me? Maybe she is just shy too.

Fred shook his head, "She ignores you sometimes."

"So? She ignores me, that doesn't prove anything."

Fred shrugged, "Whatever, just don't cry if she rejects you if you finally ask her out."

George frowned and sighed, "I don't know if I can even do it."

His twin laughed, "You're a big boy now, you can do whatever you want!"

"Alright, alright," George responded, "I’ve been waiting to do this since forever."

Fred clapped his twin on the shoulder, "Doesn't hurt to try, even if she's Malfoy's cousin."

~~~

"The Weasley twins have been staring at you all breakfast, Y/N." Luna spoke softly.

You hummed, not even taking a glance at the prankster duo. "Coming up with a prank for me, no doubt."

Luna gave you a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about them, they are only doing what comes natural to them. Maybe they aren't even planning a prank, I mean, you are so pretty; it'd be impossible not to stare."

You smiled widely at the girl, "Thanks, I think."

"What do you have planned, then?" Luna asked curiously.

You chuckled, "I am going to ignore them completely."

Luna chuckled, "Like you do everyday?" She asked and you nodded, quickly glancing up towards the Gryfondor table, making eye contact with George.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked away, but his brother Fred winked towards you, making your frown. Turning back to Luna you sighed.

"Yeah, I'll be ignoring them. You know how I am." You said, "It's either that or turn into a blubbering mess, which is never a good idea. I have too much social anxiety as it is."

Luna gave you a knowing smile, "There's nothing wrong in telling George how you feel..."

You shook your head, "No, there isn't." You replied, "I just... I just don't think he liked me like that."

"Y/N, hon, I've seen the way he looks at you."

You sighed and shook your head, "I don't think he likes me that way."

Luna looked surprised, "That's not true, you have seen the way he looks at you too."

You sigh, non believing. "I don't know... Maybe I am just imagining things. I mean, if he liked me, he would've asked me out by now. Sometimes it seems like he's ignoring me."

Luna shook her head, "If you are imagining things, then so am I. It may be hard to believe, but I promise you, George likes you very much, maybe he's just a bit shy."

"He wasn't shy when he asked Angelina out two years ago." You mumbled grumpily.

Luna sighed, "I don't have an explanation for that, but I do know this... George admires you. He… Worships the ground you walk on per se."

You hummed, before going back to your food. You didn't believe her. If George did, why hadn't he said anything to you? Yes, he was friendly towards you, but it didn’t seem like he was shy when he talked to you during class.

~~~

"Freddie, she looked at us. Do you think she might've heard us?" George asked, but Fred shook his head.

"I doubt it, I mean, we were whispering in a giant hall full of other people."

George sighed, nodding. "I guess I'm just paranoid."

"You know you won't be so anxious if you just got up and told her how you feel. Maybe she will even return your feelings."

George scoffed, "Yeah right, it would be nice though."

Fred grinned, "Well, I know you wouldn't mind if she did. You've always liked her, ever since you first saw her."

George smiled slightly, looking off, back towards you. George first saw you on the train to Hogwarts, already in a cabin with Luna Lovegood. When he first saw you, he froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. He was enamored with the beautiful girl before him, he loved the fact that you always wore a gold-heart locket around your neck. His heart pounded wildly within his chest when he saw you again later that year. He knew from that moment that he saw you, that he was in love.

"George!"

Snapping out of his daydream, George looked up at his brother standing beside him.

"Breakfast is over."

Embarrassed, George quickly got up and the two went off the class.

~~~

"Pst, hey, pst!" You sighed, turning behind you to look at George.

"What?" You asked in a harsh whisper, glancing to see if Professor Snape noticed or not.

He didn't seem to.

And ignoring him, the plan seemed to fly out the window.

George bit his lip, smiling, "Want- Want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

You were surprised, but you shook your head, "I can't, I'm studying with Luna tomorrow."

George sighed, "Please, you study all the time."

"I can't, sorry." You muttered.

The one freaking time he’s asked you out and you had already promised to study with Luna. What are the odds? But, what if this wasn’t a date? What if this was for a prank?

"Miss L/N, pay attention, please." You quickly turned around in your seat, looking up at an annoyed Prosessor Snape.

"I'm sorry, Professor." You mumbled, going back to work.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw." Snape mumbled gruffly before continuing to teach.

Sighing, you sunk down in your seat a bit, embarrassed.

~~~

Leaving the class, you held your books in your arms, your bag on your shoulder weighing you down. George sped walked over to you, matching your pace. You glanced up at him, you were still angry at him.

"Hey, Y/N." George greeted sheepishly.

You looked up at him, "What?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

He stopped walking and faced you, "Look, I'm really sorry about this."

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his chocolate brown eyes and cute freckles. Oh, and his hair. But, his eyes… You could really get lost in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have asked you during potions." He said, sounding honestly remorseful.

You shrugged, "It's fine. Really." You spoke before walking again.

George caught up with you again, "I just had to ask you. I felt like I was going to explode. Let me make it up to you." He spoke with a grin.

"How so?" You asked, looking ahead.

George then took the stack of books from your arms, holding them for you. It was nice to not have to carry seven heavy books for a while.

"Let me take you to Hogsmeade after you study." He suggested and you stopped again, looking up at the redhead.

"After studying? I'm not sneaking out to Hogsmeade with you, George." You spoke, shaking your head.

George gave you a sad look, "Please, Y/N. Just let me make it up to you." He whispered, "Just give me a chance, please?"

You looked at him for a long moment, before sighing and looking away from him, crossing your arms. Was this real? Or was this a prank he and his brother had planned.

"Please, I promise it'll be worth it if we don’t get caught and get detention." He joked and you looked back at him. “And, we won’t.”

You bit your lip, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. But, when George gave you the puppy eyes, you couldn't say no.

"Fine."

He let out a breath of relief, "Thank you."

"Where are we meeting?" You asked, in a slightly hushed tone.

George smiled, "That hill that leads to the village, you know the one, right?" He asked and you nodded.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there at eight." You spoke and George nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N." He breathed a sigh of relief and started walking once more with you to your next class.

As you walked, and the more and more you thought over his words, the more you thought of them as genuine.

You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

~~~

"He asked me to sneak out, I don’t fully know why I agreed.." You spoke on your bed, finishing your essay.

"Because he's persistent, Y/N. And, you’ve got a soft spot for the twin." Luna spoke beside you.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "He's just so annoying, but sometimes... I just... I don't know… I just don’t get him." You stumbled.

Luna paused from her homework and looked up at you. "What?"

You shook your head, returning to your work. "No, it's nothing."

Luna placed her hand on your, pausing your writing. "It's not nothing. I'm your best friend. You can tell me."

You sighed, biting your lip, "I... I just, whenever I see him or am around him, I can't help but think he's... Cute." You cringed at yourself.

Luna giggled, "And you think that's bad?”

You sighed again, "I don't know, my head thinks it is!"

"And what does your heart tell you?" She asked, and you paused, thinking.

"That I should go for it.”

Luna nodded, patting your hand before going back to her work. "Yes, you should. You’ve liked him for a long time now. This is what you’ve been waiting for.”

You sighed, “Yeah, I guess so.” You paused. “How did you know I liked him?”

Luna smirked. “I just know.”

~~~

At the hill, you held your coat closer around you, a light snow began to fall around you, and you were glad you remembered your wand just in case anything were to happen.

"I'm here." George called out, you turned around, seeing George coming towards you.

He stopped in front of you and smiled, "Sorry I'm late, I had to get past Fred."

"It's fine." You spoke, and watched as George looked up into the night air and sighed.

"Didn't know it was going to snow." George muttered.

You tilted your head, "It's December."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know it was going to snow tonight though." He chuckled and blew on his hands to warm them up.

"Well, do you want to go now? Heard that Three Broomsticks is open until ten."

George nodded and held out his hand, you looked down at his hand for a moment, before taking it; surprising George.

The two of you walked down the hill, making your way into Hogsmeade, passing by The Leaky Cauldron and the quill shop. George went forward slightly and grabbed the Three Broomsticks's door and opened it for you. Surprising you this time. Inside, it was warm and cozy. You looked around the small pub and saw some other people sipping on drinks at the bar while others were at the tables. George led you to a empty table near the fireplace, letting you in the booth first, before he slid in next to you.

"Do you want me to get you a hot butterbeer?" George asked and you nodded with a grateful smile.

George stood up and made his way towards the bar, where he ordered two cups of hot butterbeer.

"Thanks." You thanked him, watching as he returned to the table with the drinks.

When he set down your drink in front of you, you immediately took it in your hands to warm them up.

"Thank you for coming, I really appreciate it." George said, but you just took another sip of your hot beverage.

"Well, if we get caught, you owe me." You joked and George laughed.

You both sat there quietly, sipping on your drinks, neither of you talking much. It was nice, just sitting in the warmth and quiet.

"So, George," You spoke, breaking the silence, "Why did you ask me out today?" You asked.

George looked at you, "You know, I've always wanted to take you out, but I didn't know how to approach you about it." He said, looking down at his drink.

You smiled slightly, letting him talk.

George cleared his throat, "But now that I've gotten the chance... Well, I don't know how to begin."

"Start at the beginning." You said.

George nodded, "Well, when I first saw you on the train, I thought you were beautiful. I... Liked you. Then, when I saw you again in the hall before Potions, I just couldn't get you out of my head. I... I knew I loved you at that point."

You blinked, feeling a little shocked. "Oh." You muttered.

He wasn’t ignoring you, he was just shy. Luna was right.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't until after I saw you in the Great Hall yesterday, when I realized that I should ask you out." George admitted. "Fred helped me gain my courage."

You chuckled, "You have a good brother."

"Yeah, I do." He spoke softly.

You two were silent once more. You sipped on your butterbeer, enjoying the warmth it brought to your body.

"I've liked you since second year." You spoke up suddenly.

George looked up at you, surprised, "Really?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Yeah." You said, smiling slightly.

"I... I think that's sweet."

You chuckled, "It's not as amazing as your story though."

"Well, I have a plan for our second date," George spoke, "But I don't want to mess it up."

"How long have you been planning this?" You smirked, finishing your butterbeer.

"Well, I've had an idea for a perfect date for at least five years now." George chuckled, "I'm just glad I finally found the guts to ask you out."

"Me too." You mumbled, setting your cup down on the table.

George sighed blissfully, "I never thought you would like me back. I thought you thought I was annoying and just agreed to come with me to get it over with or something."

"I didn't at first, but you've seemed to win me over with your amazing personality." You teased.

George laughed, "What about my amazing looks?"

You sighed, "Your looks were a big part too." You joked.

George laughed harder than you expected, which was surprising, you've only heard him laugh like that with Fred.

"You're lucky," He laughed, "You can have all of me now, amazing personality, looks, and all."

You sputtered a laugh, clutching your stomach. "Shut up!" You exclaimed and George laughed louder at that.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But seriously, Y/N, you're amazing. I didn't think you liked me. At all, really. I thought you were ignoring me most of the time." George muttered.

"Ignoring you? I tried but I couldn’t. I thought you were ignoring me." You murmured, your cheeks flushing.

"Really? I'm sorry you thought I was. I wasn't, I just didn't know what to say to you yet." George said, reaching across the table and taking your hand. "What a weird misunderstanding."

"I know. But, I'm glad you asked me out. I'm happy we are friends now. And that we can be more than friends." You looked up at him. "We're more than friends right?" You asked nervously.

"If you want us to be." He replied with a soft smile.

You closed your eyes and sighed, "Yes." You spoke, opening your eyes to look back at him. "I want us to be more than friends."

George smiled, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, continuing to make eye contact with you.

"Then, we will be." He whispered. "I love you, Y/N."

You blinked, hearing those words for the first time. It was a lot to take in.

"I love you too." You giggled, "Even if it's only our first date."

George chuckled, "Well, we've known each other since the first year." He added.

You laughed, "True."

"But, I'd like to get to know you better, Y/N." George said, "I mean, I know you're a Ravenclaw, your cousin is Malfoy, you love to read, your favorite color is F/C, and you hate bananas... But, I want to know everything about you." He spoke softly. "Like who is in that golden locket of yours, or what you wanted to be when you grew up."

You smiled, your heart fluttering faster at George's words.

"I'll tell you everything." You spoke, leaning closer. "But, I want to know everything about you too."

George sighed happily and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips parted slightly as you kissed back. Reaching up, George ran his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head. Placing your hand on his jaw, you scooted closer in the booth. Pulling away briefly, you looked into his eyes and smiled.

“You’d really tell me everything?” You asked softly, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

"I'd give you my life, light, and soul if you asked me to, darling." George spoke with so much emotion, before you brought him into another kiss.

#george weasly x reader #george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley x female reader #ravenclaw reader #fluff #cute #slight angst #harry potter #hp fandom #hogwarts #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #george weasley fanfiction

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kayslibrary · 8 months

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Ride baby Ride.....

A/n~ HEYOOOO, I'm alive and well as you can tell I just took an unexpected break that's all. How's everyone's week? I know some of you are already in school, I don't go back until September 5th so I have some more time to procrastinate my summer assignments. Anyhow, I've decided that I was gonna write more smut because I wanted to master it art of crafting the scenarios I think about as I sleep so enjoy this poorly written out dream I had :)

Warnings~ Smut (duh) / use of the word "slut" it's only used once so it's not too bad / Reader has girl parts just to be aware / namecalling/cursing...I think that's it Lmk if I missed anything.

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“Ride my face, Pretty Girl.” George breathed as you looked at him with a Confused face, “What- I can’t! What if I-"Honey baby darling I would die a happy man between those thighs…so park that pussy on.my.face.” he jokes reassuringly. “That's it..so pretty for me.” He Purrs when you Position your thighs on each side of his head. “All for you Georgie...All for you” you heaved. “All mine” George mumbled before Wrapping his arms tightly around your Thighs, Pulling you onto his face. “Fuc-Fuck feels so good” you Gasp, feeling his tongue Lick a long stripe along your slit. “You taste divine My love” George muffled beneath you. You Moan and gasp for air as you feel him focus his mouth on your clit, kissing and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Im gonna..m’ gonna cum George fuck I can feel it..” you choked, feeling your climax fastly approaching unable to stop yourself. “Cum for me slut.” He instructs as you let go, Grinding and moaning unable to stop as you ride out your orgasm on his face. “That was so so soo sexy baby..we might have to do this more often” he Suggests as he lets go of your thighs, allowing you to get up “I’ll think about it,” you say.

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I honestly lost a lot of inspiration and motivation to keep writing for a bit so I think I just needed a good brain break and some sleep, but I think I ate this uppp I got horny by my own work I'm proud of myself fr, if you guys wanna see something that I haven't thought of yet..don't be afraid to ask me in my ask box and I'll tackle it at some point.

Have a good day Pookies!!! love ya

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mothdruid · 2 years

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George Weasley

★ smut

✿ fluff

♦ angst

✼ personal fav

fanfic

shut up ★ ♦

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vanishingcherry · 2 years

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Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it.

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Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic.

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside.

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you.

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later.

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least.

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised.

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days.

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

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For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous.

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing.

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face.

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help.

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked.

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy.

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept.

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You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger.

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red.

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now.

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall.

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

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a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

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Hiiiiii, can you write something where Draco and I are friends but crushing on each other. And then he gets into a fight, preferably about me, and I have to stitch him up and we get together? I hope you get what I mean. Love your blog.

Thank you so much for your request, and sorry for the delay. Hope this story will make it up again!

Yours

Warnings: mentions of blood, I´ve done the Weasleys dirty in this one and I´m sorry but I needed an antagonist

You were sitting in the common room, your eyes flickering over the pages of the book in front of you. But somehow, the words blurred in front of your eyes, and even though you tried your best to understand the text, your mind simply didn´t process a single word written in an incredibly small and curved font on the heavy pages.

You groaned in annoyance as you dropped your quill, not even caring about the small sprinkles of ink splattering all over the old book pages, which Madame Pince would definitely hold you accountable for. You rubbed your eyes which were burning already from trying to decipher the writings for the last few hours. Your head was throbbing already and the fact that some first years were having some strident conversations only a few meters from you in their shrill voices, didn’t help at all. But no matter the circumstances, you still needed to finish your assignments.

But as your gaze fell on the parchment in front of you, you sighed once more. Because even though you were already sitting here for what felt like an eternity, you hadn’t even finished half of the writing you had to do for your essay in Professor Binn´s class. With your fingers you massaged your temples, trying to somehow ease the pounding of your head as you tore your gaze apart from your parchment again and looked around. You glanced at your friends, who were sharing the table with you, engrossed in the literature in front of them, just like you were supposed to be as well.

But your essay was long forgotten when your gaze wandered from Pansy to Blaise before it got stuck on one of your friends. One, who was able to make you forget what you were doing, no matter how important your task was. Because there was for sure nothing more important in this world than Draco Malfoy.

Draco and you had been friends for years by now. Your families had known each other even before you had come to Hogwarts and from time to time, you had already seen him and had always gotten along with the blond boy back then. But since you attended Hogwarts, the two of you were almost inseparable. Ever since the first day, when you had sat down next to him after the sorting hat had announced that you were a Slytherin from that moment on, and he had applauded louder than anyone else in the room and had greeted you with a board grin on his face when you had strutted down the aisle with a smug grin on your face, you had been. You would sit together during the meals and classes, would study together, but also spend most of your free time with one another, sometimes with, sometimes without your other friends. And honestly -even though you loved all your friends dearly- you didn´t mind whether they kept your company as well or not, as long as you were just with Draco. The tie that the two of you shared was something special and over the years it had only grown stronger.

What you hadn’t expected though was that the older you got and the stronger the connection between the two of you grew, the more your feelings towards the blond Slytherin changed as well. Because while when you had been nothing more than kids, Draco had been nothing but your best friend in the entire world, now that you were almost grown up, he was much more to you than that. He truly still was your friend -you had no doubt of that- but by now the boy who would always look at you with the sweetest smile on his face that he only ever showed to you, the boy you would spend more time with than with anyone else and the boy who you shared all your secrets with, had by now become a secret as well. And little did Draco know that he was the only secret you hid from him as well. Because what your best friend wasn’t aware of was that you had developed by now an oh so slightest crush on him, and felt your heartbeat quicken whenever he looked into your eyes and shivers running down your spine, whenever he touched you, completely unaware of how your legs threatened to give in every single time he did so.

And even now that he was sitting right in front of you, lost in the rather boring world of Wendelin the Weird, you felt your heart beating faster in your chest once more, even though he did nothing more than just being there. You knew how absolutely crazy and kitschy it sounded, but the sheer existence of Draco Malfoy was already enough to make a small smile creep on your face. And the fact that you were lucky enough to sit right here and watch him just being himself, made you feel like you were the luckiest person in the world. Your own essay was completely forgotten as you watched Draco´s quill gliding over the parchment, creating an artwork of words, scribbled down in his beautiful curvaceous yet neat handwriting. While one hand was holding the quill, the other held onto the parchment, preventing it from slipping away. You noticed the way the dim light of the candles was reflected by the rings covering his slim fingers. Your gaze wandered up to his hair, which was shimmering in the light as well, making it look almost golden. It was by now almost long enough to fall into his eyes, and he brushed it out of his face every few minutes with an impatient movement. You could see that the small frown he always held on his face only deepened now that his silvery eyes danced over the pages of the books in front of him before fixing on the parchment he was scribbling on again.

You didn’t know how long you had been staring at him like that, taking in every small detail of his presence, before Draco finally noticed your gaze lingering on him. When he looked up and locked his eyes with yours, his delicate facial features softened slightly and his lips curled into a small smile. It took you a few seconds to realize that he had caught you staring, but when you did, you quickly lowered your gaze again, feeling the blush creeping on your cheeks before you remembered that Draco wasn’t only someone you had a stupid not-so-little crush on and had to be ashamed that he had caught you staring, but that the boy was also your closest friend and there was nothing wrong with looking at him from time to time. So you slowly glanced up at him again, and realized that his gaze was still fixed on you, still holding so much more tenderness in his eyes than you had ever seen when he looked at someone else. You slowly returned the smile he threw you, trying to get yourself out of that embarrassing spiral of admiration again and back to reality.

“Are you alright?”, Draco asked in a low voice, eying you slightly concerned.

Your smile only grew wider and you nodded.

“Yeah, just a bit hard to concentrate today.”

Little did Draco know that you mainly struggled to focus on your homework because he was just way too beautiful to not get distracted. All that Draco noticed was the way your hands were still pressed to your temples and you closed your eyes in annoyance when one of the first years keeping your company let out an particularly loud laugh.

“Hey!”, Draco barked, as he turned around to the kids and threw them a deadly glare. “Some of us still have to work here, so either be quiet or get lost.”

One of the kids already wanted to protest, but as it looked up to Draco, realizing who was just staring down at them, it quickly lowered their gaze again and the children quickly packed their things and fled out of the common room.

Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched them leave with narrowed eyes, but as soon as the door closed behind them, he relaxed again and a smug smile appeared on his face.

He turned around to you again.

“Better now?”

You chuckled.

“That was kinda mean.”

Draco mirrored your grin and shrugged his shoulders.

“What did you expect?”

“Oh yeah, when his princess is unwell, he always makes sure to take care of whatever causes her discomfort.”, Pansy suddenly stepped in, before you could answer.

She and Blaise exchanged an amused glance, while you just rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush that threatened to appear on your cheeks once more.

“Don´t tell me they didn’t annoy you as well, Pansy.”, Draco huffed, avoiding your gaze.

“I never said I would mind.”, the girl chirped happily.

“But it sounded like you did.”

“I´m just questioning your motives.”

“My motives are to get rid of those annoying little bastards so I can study in peace?”

“So you can or so (Y/n) can?”

“And if so? Why shouldn’t I help her out?”

“Why should you?”

“Have you ever heard of the term friends, Pansy?”

“Is that what you are?”, Pansy asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Merlin, Pansy, can´t you stop it for once?”, you asked, slightly annoyed.

Pansy was fully aware of the feelings you had for Draco. She had somehow already known it even before you did and had teased you about it the entire time. And when you had -not long ago- finally admitted to your roommate that you actually felt something more for the Slytherin than just strictly platonic friendship, you had hoped that this would finally satisfy her curiosity and she would shut up about it. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. Because even though Pansy had solemnly promised to not tell Draco about anything you had told her, she still brought it up at every chance, and mostly in not very subtle ways. But luckily Draco wasn’t aware of the truth behind her words, even though you sometimes suspected that he had a faint idea that there was more to this than he saw at the moment. Still, he always brushed Pansy off and never brought any of this up to you on other occasions, which left you on the one hand really relieved, but on the other hand also slightly disappointed. Even though you were totally fine with Draco and you being nothing but friends, you still wished from time to time that your feelings weren’t one-sided and that someday, Draco would make some kind of move on you. But at the moment, it looked as if it was more likely that hell would freeze than Draco doing so. But just as persistent as Draco was in denying that he had any feelings for you besides friendship, as persistent was Pansy in trying to change his mind.

“I will stop the moment the two of you will stop denying.”, Pansy stated with a sly grin on her face.

“Not gonna happen.”, you said, and even though you had been the one who said it out loud, you could still feel the stinging in your heart as you saw Draco nodding in confirmation.

“Maybe you should just play pretend at least once. I´m sure she will shut up then.”, Blaise snickered.

You let yourself fall back in your chair and sighed dramatically.

“Don’t do this to me, Blaise. Not you too.”

“I just want your best (Y/n). You know that.”, Blaise smirked as he winked at you.

“And what exactly would that be?”

Blaise´s gaze wandered from you to Draco and his grin only grew wider, but just as he opened his mouth and you were already preparing for yet another implication you would have to defend yourself against, Draco cut his friend off.

“Speaking of the best, we have to leave, Blaise. Quidditch practice is going to start soon.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when Draco and Blaise started packing their things, hoping the topic was over for now. But Pansy wasn’t pleased at all.

“You can´t leave.”, she whined. “Not now that it just got interesting.”

Draco threw your friend a sly grin.

“Feel free to join us, Pansy. We can always use some cheerleaders.”

Blaise and you snickered, as Pansy pulled a face.

“Have you taken a look outside? You can´t expect me to get out there in this weather.”

And even though you loved to watch your team -and especially Draco- practice, you had to admit, that the thought of getting out there while it was raining and storming wasn’t very intriguing.

Blaise rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Draco. It´s unreasonable to ask her to sit on the stand with an umbrella and a cosy raincoat while we´ll only hover on our brooms somewhere in the sky, hoping we won´t be struck by a lightning.”

Draco grinned at his friend.

“Right Blaise. How could I not think of that.” He turned around to Pansy and you and made a slight bow. “Enjoy your evening ladies. Maybe you´ll think of us when you´re sitting in front of the fireplace while we're out there defending the honour of our house.”

Now it was on you to roll your eyes, even though you had to try really hard to hide your smile.

“We will, Draco. I promise.”, you said in a honeyed voice.

And when the boys turned around to leave, Pansy couldn’t bite her tongue and quickly added: “What is it Draco? Don´t you want to kiss your beloved goodbye?”

You nudged Pansy almost as hard as Draco nudged Blaise when the tall boy shouted over his shoulder: “If Draco doesn’t want to; I volunteer!”

When the door of the common room closed behind the boys, you fell back in your chair and threw Pansy a deadly glance. But as your friend just grinned at you cheekily, you couldn’t help but mirror her smile soon. As much as you hated your friends from time to time; there was no way you would ever want to change them for anything in this world.

But if you had hoped that Pansy would let the matter rest now that Draco had left, you couldn’t have been more wrong. Because when you had packed your things as well and curled up on one of the couches in front of the fireplace, after some Smalltalk, Pansy came back to talking about her favourite topic. She eyed you from the side, while you stared into the flames, completely unaware of the fact that Pansy was already planning the next discussion. The Slytherin shuffled a bit closer to you and placed her arm on the backrest of the couch while turning to you.

“Sooo…”, she started in an innocent voice. “What was that about? Earlier, I mean?”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What was what about?”

“Draco...”, Pansy started, and you let out an annoyed groan, knowing where this would go, but Pansy continued unbothered: “Draco and you were completely in denial once more.”

“There´s no need to be in denial if there´s nothing going on, Pansy.”

“But you have a thing for him.”

“So?” You knew it was pointless to lie to her.

“So? Why didn’t you say something?”

“Oh yeah, that would have been fun. Hey Draco, you just told everyone we´re just friends but actually I think I´m hopelessly in love with you, so why don’t you just change your mind?”

Your voice was oozing with sarcasm, but Pansy acted as if she didn’t notice and threw you a sweet smile.

“Ain´t that hard, is it?”

“It is. Draco is a great friend. And I don’t want to lose him. Things are good the way they are. Why should I change anything about it?”

“Because things could still be much better (Y/n).”, Pansy answered. “And I won´t stop bothering you until the two of you will finally admit it.”

“Good luck then. Because I won´t make a move on him for sure. And Draco won´t do so either because he is simply not interested in me like that.”

“How do you know?”

“He would have told me. We´re friends.”

“Just like you told him?”, Pansy asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I… Well, that´s… That´s different.”, you mumbled, fully aware of the lack of logic in your argumentation. And Pansy was so as well.

“Is it?”, she stated, in a now much softer voice.

Instead of answering, you just shrugged your shoulders, before your gaze settled on the fireplace again, while your mind drifted off to a certain blond boy, making your heart beat faster once more at the mere thought that Pansy´s words held at least some kind of truth.

Little did you know that Draco faced a confrontation with this delicate topic once more this day as well. And not only the comments Blaise teased him with as soon as the door of the common room shut behind them. Draco faced an even more uncomfortable situation soon after the Quidditch practice was over.

Blaise and Draco had just left the pitch and were on their way back to the castle, chatting about the upcoming game against the Gryffindors, when they spotted said players walking towards the pitch, they had booked this afternoon as well. The Gryffindors, led by Harry Potter, were still several meters away when they spotted Draco and Blaise. But while Potter seemed to want to avoid a confrontation and stay well clear of Draco, the Slytherin didn’t want to let the chance pass to humiliate his archenemy once more. So Draco walked directly towards Potter and the others, who already eyed him distrustfully, with a sly grin on his face, followed by Blaise, who -even though he detested the Gryffindors just as much as Draco- preferred to just ignore them and not get into any trouble. But since Blaise knew that Draco was up to no good, he followed his friend, with a discontented face.

“Oi, Potter!”, Draco called the Gryffindor out, who let out an unpleasant sigh, trying to ignore Draco, until he couldn’t anymore since Draco cut off his way.

“What is it, Malfoy?”, Potter asked with an annoyed look on his face, while his teammates surrounded him like some bodyguards.

“On your way to the pitch, Potter?”, Draco asked in a haughty voice that he mostly only used when people like Potter and the other blood traitors were around. You hated it when Draco talked to people as if they were below his dignity -even though they were- and the boy knew that very well. But since you were nowhere to be seen, you also couldn’t mind, could you?

“I don’t think that´s any of your business, Malfoy.”, Potter answered coldly.

Draco raised an eyebrow unimpressed.

“Oh, it will be. The game is coming up. It wouldn’t be a challenge if you would break your neck today, would it?”

“I could almost think you´re worried about me.”, Potter returned, before wanting to pass Draco, but the Slytherin stepped in his way once more.

“Only worried that I won´t get to witness the moment you´ll be reunited with your filthy mudblood mother.”, Draco spat out.

He smirked smugly as he heard the gasps as soon as he had said the m-word. After a short shock, Johnson, Bell and Spinnet had their hands full, trying to prevent Harry and the Weasley twins from lunging at Draco. He wanted to add something to infuriate his opponents even more, but Blaise was quick to step in the way.

“Let´s go Draco. (Y/n) and Pansy are already waiting for us.” Blaise´s voice sounded uninterested, almost bored, but deep down, he was slightly concerned that Draco´s behaviour one day might actually hurt him. And when he scanned the tensed features of the Gryffindors and the fact that there were ten of them but n the other side only Draco and him, he knew it wouldn’t take any good turns if Draco would continue pushing his limits.

Draco´s eyes flickered from his opponents to his friend, as he thought about it for a moment. Then he gave Blaise a short nod and gave the way free.

“I see you at the match, Potter.”, he hissed, while shooting the boy a spiteful look.

But as Draco and Blaise just wanted to leave, someone called him out again. Because while Draco had always thought that he was rather good at hiding his feelings, he was completely clueless about the fact that almost the entire school already knew that Draco was all over you ever since the two of you had met. And when Fred Weasley had seen how Draco´s face had softened for the split of a second when Blaise had mentioned your name, the red-headed boy decided to push his luck after Draco had had the audacity to talk about Harry´s mother right in front of him like that.

“Malfoy!”, one of the Weasley twins called him out. Draco ignored it. “Don’t you want to send (Y/l/n) down here when you get back?”

Draco froze when he heard your name. He clenched his jaw, as he slowly turned around, eyeing the boy distrustfully.

“What was that?”

“I asked you to send (Y/l/n) down here. She might want to see how real Quidditch is played, don’t you think George?”

The other twin, who had easily understood the plan, nodded in confirmation, the same mischievous grin on his face as his brother.

“I was thinking just the same, Fred. She won´t get to see that often, since she´s in Slytherin.”

Draco stepped closer to them, a murderous shimmer in his eyes.

“Say this again. I dare you.”

The Weasleys chuckled.

“Ohhh, now I´m really scared. Aren´t you too, Fred?”

“I´m already shaking in my knees, George. But honestly mate,”, Fred Weasley turned around to Draco with some fake pity on his face, even though Draco saw the corner of his mouth twitching. “Don’t you think (Y/n)” The Slytherin flinched. How dared this blood traitor to think he would ever be on a first name basis with you? “is a bit out of your league?”

“Way out of your league.”, his brother added.

The twins watched how Draco´s face reddened. They had barely ever seen him that close to the edge. So why not push him a bit further?

“Maybe I should ask her to cheer for us at the next game. Then she would be on the side of the winners at least once. And maybe afterwards she would be down for more? What do you think (Y/n) would say if I would ask her out, Malfoy?”, Fred Weasley asked, even though he had no intention of actually doing so. You were the enemy after all, plus, everyone knew that you would most likely hex him to Mars if he would still try to do so. But the way Draco´s jaw clenched showed the Gryffindor that he had hit just the right spot. “I don’t think she would mind, I mean her standards can´t be that high, can they? She´s friends with you after all. That´s what you are, aren’t you? Just friends?”

“That´s none of your business Weaselbee.”, Draco growled through gritted teeth.

“Seems like I´ve got it right then. So, if you are such a good friend you won´t mind if I would ask her out someday? I feel like the two of us could have much fun once we got to know each other and we could…”

But before Fred Weasley had even finished his sentence, Draco had decided that he had heard enough. He had always been one to not let others know how much he cared, and to be careful to express his emotions. And even though he knew very well, the Gryffindor was just talking like that to provoke him, at this point, he didn’t care anymore. No one was allowed to run their mouth over his girl like that. But while normally, Draco would have planned his revenge carefully and over a long time, hitting his target when they expected it the least, right now he didn’t want anything else but the red-headed boy to just shut up. And when Draco´s fist hit the boy´s jaw, he saw red.

When you heard the door of the common room open, you recognized the steps immediately. You turned your head and smiled at the boys who had just entered the room.

“Finally! What took you so long? The others had been back almost half an hour ago. We already thought you got lost or…”

You stopped mid-sentence and the grin on your face froze as the two Slytherins walked up to you and you could take a closer look at them.

“By Merlin´s beard. What happened to you?”, Pansy gasped, as she jumped up from the couch and walked up to your friends. You followed shortly behind.

The same question lingered in your mind as well, but you would also be able to get your answers later on. Right now, it was your top priority to get Draco to sit down, since he looked like he could barely stand on his own anymore, and you had no doubt that if Blaise would let him go, Draco´s legs would give in the very same moment.

Quickly, you walked up to them and grabbed Draco´s arm; the one that wasn’t wrapped around Blaise´s shoulder. With joint forces, you managed to place Draco on one of the couches, where he sank down immediately, letting out a small groan. On any other day, you would have scolded the boys for sitting down on the expensive fabric in their dirty Quidditch uniforms, but now you were much more concerned about the blood. And not only because it would ruin the material even more than all the mud, but because you had no idea why it was there in the first place.

When Draco and Blaise had both sat down, you brightened the light in the room with a swish of your wand, taking a closer look at the disaster.

Blaise had a chapped lip, but besides this and the gloomy look in his eyes, he seemed to be alright. With Draco, you weren’t that sure of that. His entire face seemed to be bruised and his nose was bleeding heavily. When he tried to stop the blood flow with his hands, you noticed, that his knuckles were stained red as well.

“What happened?”, Pansy asked once more, while you were digging in your bag for a tissue.

Draco just pressed his lips together, probably trying to avoid choking on the blood.

“Blaise?”, Pansy asked when she realized that he would be the only one she would get her answers from.

By now you had found a tissue and handed it to Draco, who pressed it against his nose. Red stains spread across the material in no time.

“Ask the knight in shining armour.”, Blaise huffed.

You frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Blaise looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“I mean that your boyfriend gets himself willingly beaten up just to defend your honour.”

The way the boy glared at you made you almost feel like you had been the one who had to be held accountable for this. You wanted to say something, but Draco was faster.

“Shut it Blaise.”, he mumbled, his voice sounding muffled through the tissue.

“Oh yeah, why should I say something about it? I only took a punch to get you out of this alive. And all of this because you can always dish it out and never take it.” You had never heard Blaise raising his voice like he did now. If you wouldn’t know him for such a long time, it would be rather scary to see the naturally intimidating-looking boy like that.

“Why don’t I get some dressing material to stitch you up first?”, you suggested, before Blaise could get himself into a rage. “Unless you want to get to Madame Pomfrey. It might be better if she will take a look at this. Especially your nose Draco. You should really…”

But Draco shook his head firmly before flinching in pain.

“Won´t get there just because of some stupid scratches.”

You looked at the boy with narrowed eyes. Normally, Draco was the first one to get carried away when he felt unwell, making everyone else around him suffer as well. But now that he actually had a reason, he didn’t want to play the dying swan? Something felt off about this. But you would have enough time to think about it after you had stitched him up again.

“Then I´ll get the dressing material to take care of the two of you real quick and then…”

“No need for that.”, Blaise huffed, as he stood up. “I´ll get to my room. Looks like Draco is in safe hands now.”

For a second you thought that you had seen the corner of his mouth twitching before his face hardened again and he stood up.

“Are you sure about that?”, you asked him worriedly.

Blaise nodded.

“I´ll be fine. At least as long as I won´t get beaten up again just because the two of you can´t figure yourself out.”

Then, without another word, Blaise left, leaving you even more confused than before about his strange comment. Pansy sighed and stood up as well.

“He´s gonna get a grip on himself again soon. Don’t worry, I´ll make sure he´s okay.”

Then she followed Blaise and left as well, leaving Draco and you alone. You looked at the blond boy whose hair was now completely messed up and whose eyes were halfway closed. You felt some stinging in your heart. Whoever had done this to him; you would make them pay for it. But only after you had made sure that Draco was alright. Carefully you brushed some strands of hair out of Draco´s face, making him open his eyes again fluttery.

“I´ll get everything together and then I´ll stitch you up. Are you okay with that?”

“Do I even have a choice?”, Draco chuckled, but since his voice sounded still weak and his face was much paler than usual, you couldn’t bring yourself to mirror his wry smile. You worried just way too much about him now to even bring yourself to throw him even the smallest smile.

“I´ll hurry.”, you said before you stood up from the couch.

But before you could leave, Draco grabbed you by the wrist, making you flinch at the unexpected touch.

“Stay.”, he whispered.

You felt goosebumps creeping over your skin when you heard how raspy his voice sounded.

“And who´s gonna stitch you up then?”

“I don’t need that. I just need you. So stay. Please.”

You tried to ignore the warmth flushing through your entire body. But right now wasn’t the right moment to get irritated by Draco´s words. Gently, you disengaged Draco´s grip and stepped back.

“I´ll be right back. And then I´ll stay. I promise.”

It didn’t even take you five minutes to gather all the things you would need to take care of Draco. Then you rushed back to the boy who still sat on the couch, sunken down and his head resting on the backrest.

When the Slytherin boy heard your steps coming near, however, he carefully lifted his head and gave you a weak smile. After you had chased away some onlookers, threatening to hex anyone who would come near you or even dare to look in your direction, you got yourself a chair and sat down right in front of Draco, before you asked him to sit up a bit straighter. He followed your command, but you could see him pulling a face in pain as he did so, making your heart ache as if it wasn’t him that had taken the punches, but you. Even though you felt as if it would have been much easier to be the one being beaten up than watching the person who meant the most to you in this world suffering like that.

You brushed some strands of hair out of Draco´s face before you started cleaning his wounds tenderly and systematically. The boy flinched whenever you touched him, but he bit his tongue until you tried to sterilize the bleeding parts of his face.

“Damn it (Y/n). Are you trying to kill me with this stuff?”, he hissed and glared at you.

You pulled back slightly, feeling guilty that you hurt him even more, even though you knew you had to do so to prevent his wounds from becoming infected and making things only worse.

“I´m sorry.”, you whispered. “I didn’t mean to. If you need a break…”

But Draco´s gaze softened again immediately when he saw the concern clouding your face as you lowered your gaze, not able to withstand his deadly glare.

“It´s alright.”, Draco said, his voice sounding much gentler now.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should get you some professional help after all. If you don’t want to go to the hospital wing, I could get Madame Pomfrey to come here or…”

You fell silent when you felt Draco´s hand touching your chin, forcing you to lift your head and look at him.

“It´s alright darling. I trust you and I´m sure I´m in the safest hands I can be right now. Let´s just get this behind us as soon as possible, okay?”

You nodded and let out a small chuckle.

“I should be the one calming you down, you know that? Not the other way around.”

Draco mirrored your smile.

“Not everyone can be as tough as I am, love.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Draco was many things, but tough wasn’t a word you would use to describe the boy. At least not before today.

“Obviously.”, you laughed. “But if your that tough, you will let me finish disinfecting your wounds now, won´t you?”

Draco nodded, even though he looked as if he would rather not be having you continue.

“Of course.”

After several minutes, you had finally finished stitching up his face. The tinctures you had used already worked wonders. The bleeding had mostly stopped, and the bruises already started to fade. Now it was only Draco´s hands that were left. Carefully, you took his large hand in your smaller one and started cleaning up his knuckles. But luckily, most of the blood on his hands didn’t seem to be his.

“Let me guess, I don’t want to see the other guy.”, you tried to tease him, when you had finished treating his first hand and now examined the second one.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

When you noticed that he didn’t answer and avoided your gaze, you looked at Draco concerned.

“He is alright, isn’t he? You didn’t… hurt him that bad, did you?”, you asked in a shaky voice.

You knew that Draco would never try to hurt someone permanently on purpose, but you also knew that he was rather impulsive, and you had no doubt that under certain circumstances, the situation might escalate. When Draco still didn’t answer, you started to panic slightly.

“Draco, what happened? You know you can tell me. But if you did something I need to know so we can work this out and…”

“Everyone else is just fine, okay?”, Draco cut you off in a sharp voice. His hand clenched around yours as he glared up at you for the split of a second before he lowered his gaze again. “I… I barely even landed one punch.”, he added in a lower voice, sounding almost embarrassed, and you noticed a rosy shimmer creeping on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, that you tried to conceal with a cough. You had never taken Draco for someone who would physically attack anyone -he would leave that to others- but when he had entered the room, you had somehow automatically assumed that he had been involved in some kind of spectacular fight. But then another thought came to your mind, that whipped away the small grin you tried to hide so hard again.

“Did somebody waylaid you?”, you asked. Your voice was already shaking from anger at the mere thought that someone might have been so cowardly that they would…

“Nobody did so, okay?”, Draco said, sounding slightly annoyed by now.

You sighed and put the dressing material to the side. Still, even if he was by now completely stitched up, you didn’t let go of Draco´s hand when you asked him: “Don’t you want to tell me what happened?”

But Draco just shook his head.

“Why?”

Draco hesitated before he answered: “It´s embarrassing.”

You frowned. It wasn’t like you didn’t know any embarrassing stories about Draco yet. You knew each other for such a long time and told each other everything. You couldn’t think of a single scenario that would be so awkward Draco wouldn’t want to tell you.

“So?”

“I don’t want you to think of me poorly.”

Your thumb brushed over the back of Draco´s hand, making him shiver. Even though the situation was serious, you couldn’t help but feel a pleasant feeling spreading across your body as you noticed his reaction.

“Draco, we know each other for so long. We´ve been best friends ever since I can remember. Nothing you have done could ever make me think that. I´m simply worried. Things like that don´t happen that easily. And Blaise made those strange comments…”

“Blaise doesn’t know what he´s talking about.”, Draco huffed.

“But something must have happened.”, you contradicted. “So what could be so bad you don’t want to tell me?”

The boy looked at you with narrowed eyes, as if he wanted to estimate if he could actually trust you with that. And he seemed to come to the conclusion that he could because he blurted out: “One of the Weasleys provoked me, so I went for him. But he was with the entire Quidditch team, so Blaise had to get me out.”

You looked at Draco in disbelief.

“Blaise and you against… how many? Seven Gryffindors? Have you completely lost your mind?”

“Ten. Their substitute players were there as well.”, he mumbled while lowering his gaze.

You let out a snort.

“Oh well, even better. What in the name of Salazar is wrong with you Draco? Did you want to get yourself killed?”

Draco looked at you defiantly.

“You weren’t there. If you would have been you would understand. If you would have heard what that Weasley boy has said. I couldn’t just stand there and let him run his mouth about…” He stopped.

“About what? Tell me Draco. What is so important that it´s worth getting yourself beaten up like that. And Blaise too?”

“I never asked him to step in.”

“So he should have just watched?”

“Would have been better for him, wouldn’t it?”

“And you would be in the Hospital wing now then. In the best case.”

You shook your head in disbelief. As much as you loved that boy, sometimes his ego was just too big for his own good.

“Would have still been worth it though.”, Draco mumbled under his breath, but you still caught it.

“What in this world could ever be worth it to get yourself in such a situation?”, you asked, your voice slowly getting louder. Even though you were furious about what the Gryffindors had done to Draco, right now, you were just as mad at the boy himself. “Let me tell you, nothing is worth it. That was just stupid. So what the hell were you thinking?”

"I was thinking that nobody should talk about you the way he did.”, Draco said vehemently. As he returned your gaze you could see his eyes sparkling.

Your face fell.

“What?” You were pretty sure you had misheard.

“I think you heard me very well (Y/n).”

“But that´s… I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

Draco sighed as he looked down at your fingers still intertwined with his. He knew you wouldn’t give in until he would tell you. And maybe he should. Actually, he also wanted to. He trusted you with his life and he didn’t want to keep a single thing from you. But on the other hand, he also wanted to protect you. And not only you but also the relationship the two of you had. Because Draco was, just like you, scared that talking about his feelings for you to you, might ruin your friendship. It could also lead to something more, something he was craving much more than anything else. But would this be worth taking the risk of ending up with nothing at all? Draco had always been precarious about his decision to keep such an important thing from you. And after everything that had happened today, he thought that maybe this had been the wrong decision. Maybe this situation would have been preventable if he would have known where he actually stood with you. And if you would have known where you stood with him. He didn’t put the blame on you for what had happened though. Not at all. This was all his fault. His, and the one of this stupid red-headed Gryffindor with that stupid smile on his face that Draco had wanted to whip away so badly. And now that he looked at you, returning his gaze worriedly, while your hands were still cupping his, he knew that he couldn’t keep it away from you. Not if the secret he had kept from you had led to the situation that had deepened the lines of worry on your face and had taken that beautiful smile of yours from your lips.

“Fred Weasley. He just… He was talking about you. About how you should come to see them play so you would see how Quidditch actually gets played.” He stopped, thinking about what he should tell you next.

“And that set you off?”, you asked, your frown also visible in your voice.

Draco shook his head.

“Not yet. But he was also talking about how… If I thought that the two of you could ever be a thing. And how your standards couldn’t be that high since you´re friends with me. And… How the two of us are nothing more than friends and I… I just lost it then.”

You looked at the boy you had always assumed that he saw nothing more than a friend in you after all with widened eyes. Draco returned your gaze for a second, not sure how to read the expression on your face, before he figured out he might have said too much and looked away again. You stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out how you could figure out why Draco was so upset about it without him getting mad once more. He must have obviously known that Weasley had just wanted to provoke him with his words, but then again Draco had heard much worse things than that. He knew that you would never be interested in a blood traitor like the Weasleys were and that your standards were, in fact, extraordinarily high, since you chose your friends carefully and you opened not only your arms but also your heart to even more precariously. And even though you hated things to be that way, Draco and you were just friends. Nothing more. It wasn’t like you wanted it that way, but you had always assumed that he did. So why in the name of Salazar would these words upset him so much that he would lose control like this for the very first time?

“I still don’t get it Draco.”, you said, your fingers nervously fiddling on his, “You know I´m way out of league for any Weasley and I never thought that you would care what one of them thinks about me. Or about you. About us.”

“You didn’t hear the way he was talking about you. As if he could have you. And I couldn’t. As if you would belong to him. But you are mine. Mine only. Aren´t you?”

You looked at Draco in surprise. It wasn’t only his words that caught you off guard, implying things you had to this day only dreamed about; what caught your attention, even more, was the desperate sound of his voice and the pleading look in his eyes as he returned your gaze. As if he was scared that you would contradict him, turning him down. Draco had never been one who was begging for validation, at least not in a verbal way. But now he did. When you looked at him it felt as if he was asking you to reassure him that you belonged to him indeed. That you would be with him and that you would stay with him. You felt a wave of warmth and adoration flushing through your body as you looked at him looking at you in a way you had never seen him looking at anyone before.

“Yours. And yours only.”, you confirmed, and your heart was pounding in your chest way too fast as you added in a low voice: “In any way you want me to be.”

And when Draco smashed his lips on yours, you could feel all the emotions that the two of you had held back over the last few years. It was an eager kiss, telling you all the things Draco hadn’t found the words to say yet, and the other way around. The boy cupped your face in his hands, pulling you even closer and you gave in to him as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And honestly, it was. In the new sensation of his lips on yours, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and his hands brushing over your cheeks oh so slightly, before his grip tightened once more as if he would never want to let you go ever again, you found a feeling you had been longing for ever since you had become aware of your feelings for the boy, and most likely even longer.

You probably would have stayed like this forever, if Draco wouldn’t suddenly have flinched and pulled back slightly.

“Careful love, I´m not in top condition yet.”, he mumbled, after you had unintentionally placed one of your hands on one of the bruises still covering his face.

You looked at him ruefully.

“Sorry.”, you mumbled, while your fingertips caressed said bruises with a featherlight touch, wary to not hurt him again.

A small smile crept on Draco´s lips.

“Don’t ever apologise for this, darling. You have no idea how much I needed this.”

You mirrored his smile.

“I might have a faint suspicion.”, you answered, making Draco chuckle. You took his hand in yours, letting your lips ghost over his bruised knuckles, placing some small kisses on the parts that looked the worst. “But the next time just come up to me right away. There´s no need to get yourself almost beaten to death first.”

“If that´s the reward than it´s a price I´m willing to pay.”, Draco responded, before he pecked your lips once more.

You knew it was a joke, but still, it hurt you to know that you were at least somehow responsible for what had happened. You looked at the boy with a grave face. Your forehead was pressed against his and even though Draco felt the pounding in his head, he still tried to pull you closer, not wanting to have the slightest bit of anything separating you.

“I´m serious, Draco. It´s just… I can´t stand to see you hurt.”, you mumbled. "And if something would go wrong... If something would ever happen to you..." Your voice broke.

Draco tucked some strands of hair behind your ear and smiled at you.

“I´m serious as well, love. But then again, I can´t think of many things I can spend my time with in a better way. Especially now.” He wanted to pull you closer again but grunted from the pain he still was in, even though he felt like every centimetre of his body that was burning and stinging was totally worth it. “But maybe I shouldn’t exaggerate for now.”, he added, before sinking back onto the couch.

You helped Draco find a position that was somewhat comfortable for him, but as soon as you leaned back next to him as well, he changed his position again, shuffling closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Are you comfortable like this?”, you asked, still concerned about his battered condition.

But Draco just nodded and hummed in confirmation, before turning his head slightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to pepper some light kisses all over your sensitive skin, making you sigh.

“I´ve never been better.”

You let out a chuckle, but Draco was serious.

“As long as we just stay that way, I can´t see a single reason why I should complain.”

You felt as if your heart might burst from affection as you looked down at the boy, who looked -besides the bruises still covering his body- so peaceful and content as you had barely ever seen him. And you felt just the same. Slowly you started to relax and melted into the touch of the boy you loved more than anyone else in this world.

“Then we might as well never get up again.”, you joked.

But both of you knew that the way it was right now, was actually the best you could wish for. And that you would never want to change anything about it indeed.

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