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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Milestones

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred

Word count: 762

Warnings: none, but lmk

Requests are open

I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know

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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"

"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"

He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.

"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."

"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"

"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."

"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"

"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."

"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.

"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"

"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."

"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."

"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"

"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"

"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."

I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."

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mastermindmiko · 5 months

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Poor Mrs Norris

Pairing: Fred Weasley + reader

Word count: 834

Summary: You plan out a prank with Fred and George

Warnings: pranks, hexing, kissing that's all, but lmk if there's anything else

Requests are open

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At first I thought it was endearing, and sweet. The way he would make sure that I'm feeling well, ate enough and that I am enjoying myself. Now, it's been bringing a bubbly sensation in my stomach that I can't get rid off.

"If we go to Flich's office, we can kidnap Mrs Norris and then-"

"Bold of you to assume that Mrs Norris can be kidnapped she's one feisty cat." I shake my head disapprovingly at Fred's plan, knowing that the cat would scratch his hand enough before she's a meters distance away from him. Fred flirts, "Just like you."

He sends me a wink, and if there were a month ago, merlin, even a few days ago I would have rolled my eyes and continued on with my day, but now, the stupid fluttery, bubbly feeling is back. George says, "We'll just hex her from where she's at."

"How will we get filch away from her long enough to do the hex?" Fred continues, eager to make this prank amazing, hilarious and fool proof. I suggest, "One of you can set up a dungbomb to make Filch notice, and while he's too bust running to catch you, I can hex Mrs Norris."

Poor Mrs Norris, I didn't actually want to hex her, she's a pretty nice cat if you ignore the whole scratching and violent thing she has going on. Luckily, the hex won't hurt her or anything, it'll only last a few hours at most.

"I can do it, since I'm the fastest runner." George says, and Fred looks at his brother like he's grown two heads. Fred counters, "I am the fastest runner."

"No, I am-"

"It really doesn't matter who is faster as long as Filch doesn't catch you." I say, looking between the two bickering boys disapprovingly, but finding Fred's pout adorable.

I think I spend too much time gazing at Fred's beauty because next thing I know he's looking at me with a smug grin then he teases, "You're staring."

"I am not."

"I understand that I'm completely irresistible, but love, you can hide it a bit better than that." Fred continues to tease me, and I roll my eyes, standing up, hoping that he doesn't notice the blush on my face.

"George, you've got the bombs?" I ask, and George stands up waving them. Fred stands up too and I say, "Let's do this then."

George nods his head then leaves the room already making his way to the far side of the corridor a few feet away from where Filch's office is located.

I hide behind one of the pillars and wait until I hear the sound of the bombs exploding then see Filch leaving the room. I wait patiently, but then I feel a hand wrapping around my waist.

I look up to see Fred waiting behind me, eyes trained to the door. I gasp and remove his hand, taking a step back. I say, "What are you doing here?"

"Pranking Filch with you, genius." Fred says, smiling at me, and my face heats again. This crush was getting out of hand, of course he was pranking Filch with me. He looks back at the door and I look at him.

I wonder how anyone could not be able to differentiate between Fred and George. They were identical twins, but there were so many differences. Fred's face was rounder, and he has that adorable freckle on his neck, and that cute-

"You're staring again." Fred says, catching me in the middle of looking at the tiny freckle about his top lip. I turn redder, but don't break the eye contact. I blink a few times, and maybe I've Imagined it, but I see Fred looking at my lips.

It was a spur of the moment thing, I don't even think about it because I know that if I do I'll find a million reasons not to do this. I step up on my tiptoes and kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss before I even realize what I was doing.

He wraps his arms around me and I toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He presses me against the pillar and we kiss for what feels like the perfect equivalent of both a second and an eternity.

We hear footsteps approaching and we part. George comes jogging towards us and he has a bit of sweat on his forehead. He's grinning wildly in anticipation. He asks, "Did you do it?"

I didn't even hear the bomb exploding or Filch running after George, so we definitely didn't hex Mrs Norris. I bite my lip sheepishly and Fred answers, "No, we didn't."

"Why not?" George pouts and then he looks confused. He looks at Fred and I, and I feel myself blush. I notice Fred's ears turning pink too. George rambles, "Why are you blushing? And why is your lipstick smudged? And-"

George gasps, and that's the day Fred Weasley became my boyfriend.

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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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Promised

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 3310

summary: Your family wants you to marry someone from a rich, prejudiced, pureblood family, unfortunately, the person you love isn’t that.

trigger warnings: kissing, prejudiced purebloods, arranged marriages, mentions of sex, male masturbation, grinding, swearing, the L word, crying, early marriage, the rain

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Requests are open

You didn’t know when exactly did this start, maybe it was when you got paired up in potions when you didn’t even tolerate each other; or maybe it was when he kissed you and you both liked it.

You were sitting in the astronomy tower, it was the dead of night. The soft blanket under you was your second source of warmth from the cold midnight air that was rushing through gusts all around the star surrounded tower. The main accumulation of snugness from your body was caused by the body that was both softly and tightly wrapped around you, Fred Weasley.

You shuffled closer to him as a breeze swept through the skylight classroom, and you felt him pull you completely flush against him. You had a smile on your face as you looked up at him, he had the same smile on his face maybe slightly bigger than yours; as he pressed a light, long kiss on your lips.

Spending time with him has become a habit. It’s been year since he kissed you. You kept no labels on what your relationship was with him, considering your pureblood prejudiced family. You had set up rules for your ‘relationship’ 1. No one can know except for George. 2. No sex. 3. It ends as soon as you get engaged at Christmas.

Your parents have been planning your engagement for many years with Adrian Pucey, it wasn’t fully officiated yet but you knew it was happening the Christmas of your last year, this year.

You didn’t hate Adrian Pucey but you saw him as a brother, he was always protecting you from all the other guys who wanted to just knock you up. You couldn’t imagine him marrying you, you loved him as a sibling not as a husband.

Fred on the other hand, you had agreed with him that this ends in two weeks and you intend to keep it that way; but you couldn’t help but tell him how much you love him every time he kisses you like this.

You laid your head on his chest and thought about your second rule. The only reason you wanted to keep that rule was because you were afraid you’d get too attached to him after that; the problem is that you’re already too attached.

You looked up at him and pressed a rough kiss to his lips as you straddled his hips. You looked up at you wide-eyed as he said nervously “What are you doing, love?”

Butterflies erupted at the nickname as you replied “I want to break rule two.” Your firm statement caught him off-guard; he must have thought this was another one of your very heated makeout sessions that would then lead to him jerking off in the shower while moaning your name. -he would never admit it but you know that’s what happens-

“You sure?” He asked, putting his hands on your hips. You could feel him grow hard under you and you decided to tease him, “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, Freddie?” You grinned your hips against his and you heard him groan at your action.

He looked at you with lust in his eyes as he said “Of course I fucking do, but are you sure?” You nodded as you leaned in to kiss him feverishly, his hands wrapped around hips tighter and pulled you right on his cock. You let out a small moan at the feeling and started tugging his hair as you kissed him harder.

If you were going to get engaged in two weeks to a man you didn’t feel anything but brotherly feelings, you at least wanted to know the feeling of having sex with the one you love. In the Astronomy Tower there was skin on skin and kisses like it would be the last time -which it might- and Fred saying that he loved you.

***

You hadn’t seen Fred since he told you that he loved you, you adored hearing those words from him; but for merlin’s sake you were getting married in ten days. You love him so much, but this was your family and your future.

You wanted to run to him to kiss him forever to tell him ‘I love you I love you I love you I love you.’ but you couldn’t. If your parents ever knew about this not only would it ruin your relationship with your family but it would also cost you your inheritance.

You were on your way to the Potions classroom, you were not ready to see Fred again; despite the fact that you weren’t even partners. The only reason that Fred was taking potions this year was because he would use the skills in making products for his joke shop. The reason that you didn’t know is because he loves seeing your expressions that you have on your face when you focus. He didn’t know a thing about potions but he could ace a test about what you do in potions.

You were grabbed by your hips into an abandoned classroom, you heard the door of the classroom close as you saw Fred incredibly close to you and his hands on your hips rubbing smooth circles on your hip-bone with his thumbs as he did so often.

“I know that you never want to see me again, and that we’re supposed to end this Christmas; because of your family and your future, but I don’t want you to. I know we said no strings attached but I can’t stop loving you. As soon as this year started I tried I swear I tried to not love you but I can’t. I love you so much Y/n and I want you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up with you every morning I want to call you mine and I want everyone to know how much I fucking adore you. Please let that happen.”

“Fred-” You started looking away from him feeling your eyes start to sting, “Please don’t make this harder Fred.”

He lifted one hand from your hip and tilted your chin up to him and you saw his eyes red. “I want you and I want you to be happy and I know that you won’t be happy with Pucey. If I knew you’d be happy with him I wouldn’t have tried to make you stay with me because I care about your happiness much more than I care about mine.”

“Fred, you couldn’t leave your family so why would I have to leave min-” You started but you were cut off by Fred’s voice growing angry and desperate “Because my family doesn’t use the crutatious curse on me for not getting an O and they don’t get me married to someone I see as a sibling.”

A tear spilled from your eye the same time that a tear fell from his. “P-please Fred.” you choked out quietly. “I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated pressing kisses on your lips. “Tell me that you want to marry him and I will let you go I promise.”

Your eyes fell on the floor, you didn’t want to marry him but you just couldn’t do that to Pucey, he wanted to marry a muggle born as he told you before. Not only would you be covering for yourself but you would also be covering your inheritance and for him.

“I can’t stay with you Fred. I’m sorry.” You pulled yourself out of his grasp and started to control the tears that were falling helplessly.

His tears stopped and his face became emotionless as he said “Fine.” roughly and then added “But if you ever need anything, I’m here for you.”

He walked out of the classroom and you fell on the floor crying. You didn’t go to class and as you were told from gossiping whispers neither did Fred.

***

The wedding was in Two days. You were currently lying in bed while Adrian was on his desk doing ministry paperwork. In Christmas you had in fact gotten engaged to him, and you graduated, and secured an internship at St. Mungo’s and you were about to start work as an actual healer in a month.

You had seen Fred around Hogwarts as you knew you would, you couldn’t stop looking at him every time you saw him. You couldn’t help but also notice how much happier he looked without meeting with you. The thought made your heart clench as it always did when you thought of him.

You let out a sigh, as you watched Adrian finish his paperwork and place his quill on top of the papers. “You work too hard, you know that right. We just graduated two months ago.”

“Yeah I know.” He said he got up and sat beside you on the bed. You never slept together in the same bed -unknown to anyone else- you would take turns to sleep on the couch that was in the same room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You replied shortly, sitting up and avoiding his gaze. “Oh come off it, really how are you feeling? The wedding’s in two days.”

“Horrible.”

“Yeah that seems about right.” He replied with a small chuckle trying to add humor into the situation. “You could always go to him, you know.” Adrian had found out about you and Fred the semester after Christmas, always following your sad looks at Fred.

“I can’t do that to you-”

He let out a frustrated sound at your words “you know this isn’t about me anymore.” His parents were put in Azkaban after what happened in the ministry with Voldemort so he was able to do whatever he wanted. You couldn’t go to Fred. He had seemed so happy without you and you didn’t want to make him sad anymore.

“I can’t Adrian, you saw how happy he looked after what happened.”

“I personally think it’s all for show. Considering that who I think is him is waiting outside right now.” He said looking out the window where he saw a Weasley hesitant to ring the doorbell or not.

You rushed down stairs noticing Adrian looking out the window, this was the Pucey manor so your parents wouldn’t know anything. You opened the door seemingly at the same time that he was about to ring the doorbell and it was George Weasley.

“In hindsight, I can tell why you’re married to him.” George said, eyeing the manor. When you were about to tell him that that’s not the reason you married Adrian he waved a hand dismissing your words while saying “I know the story, don’t worry.”

You pressed your lips to a thin line as you motioned for him to step inside. “I heard you’re working in St. Mungo’s congratulations.” He said casually as he walked into the manor.

You curled an eyebrow wondering how he found that out and sensing this he replied looking at you “Fred asks about you a lot, talks about you a lot too. I was starting to think you were an angel considering the way he talks about you.”

You felt a sad feeling flutter in your stomach as you said “I heard your joke shop is going good, that’s great.”

He nodded and said “It has, but Fred hasn’t. Let’s just skip the pleasantries and get to the important part. You’re getting married in two days and considering how awful Fred’s been, he’ll be in a cave of sadness when you get married. Do you love Pucey?”

You shook your head finding no reason in denying it anymore “Then why are you still here? You won’t be covering up for Pucey considering his imprisoned parents and you won’t be mending any relationship with your parents either since it’s been broken a long time ago. As for your money, you’re going to be working as a healer in the biggest wizarding hospital. So why are you still here?”

“Fred just looks so much happier without me and I didn’t want to ruin that.” You said sadly, not believing yourself considering what George just said about Fred being miserable.

“If that’s the only thing holding you back then just know if you thought he was happy after Christmas then you’re so wrong. You should see the way he was when you were meeting up. He was chanting all around the Burrow that he’s in love and it was honestly sickening as Ron would put it. Mom didn’t even care that she didn’t know who he was in love with, she was just happy for him. You should also know that he was preparing to give you this, if you know the engagement hadn’t happened.” He walked up closer to you and handed you a small box and a letter. “I best get going now, you know, for the shop.”

He left the manor and apparated away and you sat down on one of the chairs as you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/n,

Hello my love, I want to tell you that I thinking of doing something insanely stupid. I always told you how I personally didn’t want to get married before I turned at least Twenty, but then I met you. I love you, and I want to take every last breath of my life while I’m with you. I still don’t want to get married right now, but I still want you to know that someday I will marry you. The only reason I wrote this letter is because I’d probably be too awkward saying this in front of you, George is the one with the open feelings, not me. I promise I will always want to be with you and I hope you never doubt that for a second.

I love you,

Fred.

You could see the tear stains on the letter and at the point when you finished reading the letter you couldn’t tell if the stains were from you or from Fred. You reluctantly opened the box and found a ring inside, a promise ring. You let out a choked sob and you heard Adrian rushing down the stairs. He read the letter and looked at the box in your hand and then hugged you tightly.

***

The next day was spent with you crying and Adrian comforting you. “I think you should go to him.” He said as he held you tightly after you finished crying for the millionth time as it seemed.

“Do you think I really should? Wouldn’t he be mad?”

“For merlin’s sake Y/n! He wouldn’t be mad, he’d be thrilled. You read the letter and you saw the ring. What more do you want?!” He said loudly shaking you as if he was hyping you up for a quidditch game.

“Okay I’ll go.” You said with a small smile on your face. “What about you? Will you be cancelling the wedding?” You said as you started to get up. A smirk was on his face as he said “I don’t need to cancel the wedding, just need to change the bride.”

*Fred’s Pov.*

There was a knock on the door when he was sitting on the couch thinking about how the person that he loves is getting married in less than 24 hours.

He got up reluctantly to go open the door, George was out on a date with Angelina; so he wouldn’t open the door like he usually would have.

When he opened the door he saw you standing there with your hair and clothes wet, from the rain he didn’t even notice was there and your eyes blood-shot. Probably resembling his, he thought. After a few seconds of shock passed he asked “What are you doing here?”

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater as you said looking at the floor in a small voice “I love you.” He felt his heart skip several beats and his stomach fluttered but his face remained emotionless as you looked up at him.

“Why now?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and heart still leaping. You held out a familiar letter and box that were restrained with your tears instead of his. His breath caught in his throat when he took them from your hand, fingers brushing lightly.

“I love you and I want you to be with me.” You said looking at him. He resisted the urge to bring you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe just to do it again. “What about Pucey and the wedding?”

“There’s still going to be a wedding just that he’s not going to get married to me.” He raised an eyebrow at your statement. “Tomorrow is going to be the wedding of Adrian and Audrey almost Pucey, about time.” You said with a small smile on your lips and you let out a chuckle.

He couldn’t resist the smile that found its way on his face when you smiled. “Fred, I’m sorry that I didn’t do this sooner. I just- you looked so happy after Christmas that I thought that you’d be better off without me.” You added your face serious again as you looked up at him meekly, eyes stinging; you hated how much you cried lately.

He cupped your face with both his hands as he leaned down to reach your height and said “I’d never be better off without you. I love you, how can I be better off without someone I love?”

He kissed you softly and then you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly as you cried in his arms from both how sad you were without him and how happy you are now. He hugged you back just as tightly and let you inside the apartment and he wrapped your legs around him as he sat you both on the couch. You kissed him and said “I love you so much Fred.”

“I adore you, love.” Your stomach fluttered at the familiar nickname and he pressed kisses all over your face and repeated an ‘I love you.’ between each one. You felt yourself laugh between your happy tears, He brushed away all your tears with his thumbs. “I can’t stand seeing you cry, and we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. We can’t have such a pretty face crying a day before a wedding.”

You laughed once again as you kissed him deeply, “Fred, let’s break rule number two again, please?” He kissed you again just after he said “I thought you’d never ask.”

When you fell on Fred’s bed you put your finger on his lips and said “We can’t stay up late, we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. Okay?”

Fred nodded seemingly not interested in your words as he was kissing your neck. He let out a hum and said “Less talking, more kissing.” You laugh at his statement and you spent the entire night doing exactly that and a lot more shagging. You ended up being late for the wedding, but Adrian didn’t mind seeing the happy smile on your face.

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Drunk (Part One)

pairing: George Weasley + OC

word count: 3348

warnings: underage alcohol consumption, slightly smutty? let me know if there's anything else

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Juliette is sitting in the train on her way to Hogwarts with Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson. She and Draco have just gotten out of the prefect’s carriage. Currently Malfoy is talking about how much he will enjoy seeing the look on Potter’s face when he sees Umbridge.

“Juliette since you sit beside me anyway you might as well see it with me.” he said

“Yeah, sure.” she replied, uninterested in the subject. She was so used to him obsessing over Potter that after some multiple love accusations she learned to drown him out as soon as he starts mentioning his name.

“Juliette, come sit beside me.” he said, pushing Parkinson away to make space for her. If looks could kill Juliette would’ve been six five feet under at least six times a day. Pansy likes Draco and since his parents and Juliette’s are so keen on them getting married after hogwarts; they had made it their priority to urge both of them to sit together all the time.

Juliette does enjoy Draco’s company most of the time, when he isn’t being a git that is. She knew that he was mostly misunderstood, and that when he wanted to he could be a really good person. She didn’t like him in the way that their parents wanted them to, but she doesn’t let that have an impact on their relationship.

Juliette stood up and went to sit beside him, he looped an arm around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder. They were comfortable with each other, mostly everyone in the Slytherin house knew that they didn’t like each other and only saw themselves as friends. However, that didn’t stop Parkinson from being a bitch to her.

The rest of the train ride went smoothly, she kept stealing glances at the door of the compartment waiting for a sign, the sign. She didn’t get it until there were only ten minutes left of the train ride, a face she recognised as Fred Weasley walked past their compartment looking anywhere other than the door and kept tugging on his tie.

A small smile spread on her face, tugging on their tie was Juliette’s and the Weasley twin’s sign that they wanted to talk to each other. It was painfully obvious that there was something going on because the way the Weasleys tug on their ties was so awkward and weird. She was sure that it was the only reason why they even wore their ties in the first place.

After their first train ride together, she decided that she wanted to be friends with the twins; but since she didn’t want her parents to kick her out she told them they had to keep it secret, one slap was more than enough in her world. The idea really excited them knowing that it was, as they put it, ‘mischievous and cool’ they really liked the whole secrecy aspect.

“Blood traitor filth everywhere in this school, I get disgusted just thinking about it.” Draco said, looking at Fred as he went into the other direction. She really resisted the urge to hit him, and glare at him. She has tried before, but it’s no use, so Juliette doesn’t bother replying as she hears murmurs of agreement from the two other Slytherins, and she rests her head in the crook of Malfoy’s neck and says “Wake me up when we get there.”

“There’s only ten minutes left.” He replies, looking at her weirdly but still pulling her closer to him. She murmurs against his neck, “Like I give a fuck.”

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Juliette is once again sitting beside Draco, but this time at dinner. He is snickering at Harry Potter’s face as he listens to Umbridge’s speech, and even she has to admit that he looks a little bit stunned. Most of the Hogwarts students look stunned except for ninety nine percent of Slytherin house, whose parents already work at the ministry, and knew that this was happening.

After a lot of speeches, the feast has finally begun. Everyone is eating and in the middle of Juliette eating a bit of Treacle Tart, which was her favourite. She was mostly excited about finally having her own room, because of her being a prefect.

She felt Draco’s hand tug on her waist, which was already there from the beginning of dinner. She looked at him with an eyebrow quirked up in questioning. “I know you’re gorgeous but he needs to stop.” He said, looking at her with a smirk.

“What are you talking about?” She inquired, confused.

He titled his head to the Gryffindor table where a particular ginger was looking at her. Upon seeing her gaze on her, he flushed and looked away. With a slight flush on her face she looked up at him and said “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes and then looked back at her, their faces close. “Juliette we both know you aren’t dumb, so tell me which one of those blood-traitors was that?” he asked with a smirk.

She pulled her face slightly away from his and replied “George, I think.” She knew for a fact that that was George, she knew how to tell the twins apart from being friends with them for this long. She was glad that he was staring, she felt less weird doing it herself now.

He hummed and looked back to his food and then he gave his treacle tart to Juliette and then returned to his meal.

Juliette gave him a grateful smile and then looked back at George and he mouthed to her ‘your dorm tonight, miss Prefect.’ She returned his smile and ate her treacle tart.

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Juliette flopped on her bed, she had finished her rounds with Draco and he had led her to her room which was surprising near her’s. She had noticed that her room had two doors, one from the Slytherin Common Room and another one which was connected to an abandoned corridor.

She took off her robe, shoes and tie; leaving her in her sweater, a skirt and her knee high socks. She heard a knock on her door; -the one that connected to the corridor- when she opened the door she saw a smirking George Weasley,leaning against the door frame.

“George! Fucking finally!” She said as she stepped aside as an invitation for him to come into her room. As soon as he stepped inside and she shut the door, he embarrassed her with a long hug. She had to stand on her tiptoes to hug him properly.His hands were around her waist and her arms around his neck when he said, “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” She replied, pulling her arms away from his neck and she settled back on her feet. “Where’s Fred and Lee?”

“They’re in detention with Filch, and I wanted to come talk to you” He said, with a smile and his hands still around her waist.

“How are you not in detention then?” She questioned her eyebrows furrowing, stepping away from him and his hand falling from her waist as she sat on her bed.

“Congratulations Snidget, you now know who is the best runner out of all of the three of us.” He replied smirking, sitting on her bed beside her. “I tried to convince them to take detention since it was only fair, but they said it’s only fair to you that someone talks to you. Considering we did the signal and all.”

She let out a small chuckle at the story and said “Well look at that, detention on the first day. That has to be some school record right?”

“Mostly likely.”

“So what did you do?” She asked.

“Dungbombs.”

“Where?”

“Filch’s office.”

“Classic.” She replied with a smile, and that same fluttery feeling in her stomach returned when she noticed that he was staring at her with a similar smile. She didn’t say anything for a second before she realised something. She asked, “How did you know that there was another door, from that corridor?” she asked, she didn’t even know that there was a door until today.

He looked nervous slightly and said “A few old friends helped me with that, they knew where everything was.” She nodded, accepting his weird answer.

She layed on her back to look at the ceiling, and she felt the mattress shift and she looked to her right to see George in the same position as her. “So, what did you guys want to talk about?”

“Do I need a reason to see you after an entire summer?” He replied looking at her, his eyebrows raised teasingly. “I actually just wanted your company.” he looked away as he said the second part, cheeks slightly tinted.

She ignored the weird gesture and went into her closet. “Look what I have!” She said in a sing-songy voice and a smile.

George jumped off the bed and grabbed the bottle of Fire-Whiskey from her and asked “where’d you get this?”

“I have five, I got’ em from my parents. Snuck them here from their wineceller.” She replied, with a smirk. She went to her bed and sat down and took a sip from the bottle.

Before she could process the alcohol burning down her throat, the bottle was snatched from her, and she saw George sitting on the bed beside her drowning at least half the bottle. She got the other one and started drinking too.

When they were both properly drunk, she saw George looking at her in an odd way. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked “what?”

George then did something that he was sure that if he was sober he could have never done. He wasn’t Fred, he couldn’t flirt with the girl he liked. He placed his fingers under her chin, lifted it up and said “have I ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are, Darling?”

She flushed and was about to reply when she saw his gaze shift to something behind her and he let out an audible gasp and he let go of her chin and went towards whatever excited him this much. She looked behind her, annoyed that her moment with him was ruined.

She got off the bed and looked behind her where she saw George standing almost like he was going to explode from all the excitement. He was standing in front of her muggle radio, normally muggle objects don’t work at hogwarts; but charms was her best subject. She looked at George annoyed and said “have I ever told you that you have the attention span of a fish?”

He let out a sarcastic laugh and she said “you really are your father’s son aren’t you?” She obviously has never met Arthur Weasley but she heard a lot of stories of the twins speaking of their father; and her father complaining about him to know what he is like.

“I never heard about any muggle object that I liked except for those-” he said pointing to the radio and added “and muggle fireworks.”

She looked at him and asked, “do you wanna play something?”

He nodded eagerly, and watched her intently as she placed a silencing spell.

She had to place the spell to avoid anyone from her house to hear the music, she didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention. She pressed some buttons and some music started playing.

She recognised it as the music from the Yule Ball, she had gone to the ball with Draco per her parents’ request. She enjoyed the ball with him and even got her first kiss from him.

George very gailently bent down slightly and put his hand out; said with a smirk and a very posh over exaggerated accent “may I have this dance m’lady?”

She rolled her eyes, but placed her hand in his anyway and said “you’re extremely cliche, you know that right?” It was then his turn to roll his eyes. At first they slow danced, with his hand around her waist and the other in her hand, while her hand was on his shoulder and the other hand in his’. They danced for a while, until the music turned up beat, they were laughing, jumping and running around the room.

After a while they got tired and sat on her bed. By that time they had both drowned down two bottles of fire-whiskey each. Juliette layed on her bed, her elbow propped her up and she watched George drink. She watched as his Adam’s apple started bobbing up and down; when he was about to put his head down. She couldn’t control her hormones anymore and placed her lips on his neck and started placing small kisses and hickeys on his neck. She heard him groan and as the fluttering feeling started in her stomach, he placed the bottle of fire-whiskey on the floor and placed his hand around her hips and squeezed lightly.

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George felt her lips on his neck giving him a hickey and he squeezed her hips; he wants to kiss her so badly. He’s wanted to kiss her for so long; but as much as it pains him he can’t. Not when she’s drunk, he felt himself start to harden; that’s when he pushed her slightly away and said “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

She nodded slightly pouting, they were both so drunk it wouldn’t have been right. He knew for a fact that even though she could hold her alcohol she would remember nothing from the moment she starts the second bottle, he wouldn’t want their first kiss to be like that.

After he took care of his boner in the bathroom, he got out and saw Juliette asleep in an awkward position. She let out a small chuckle and he ignored the fluttering feeling in his stomach, as he placed her wright under her blanket.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was way past curfew, not that it would have mattered to him; but he decided that because of how drunk he was there was no way he was going to not get caught by filch.

He sighed and lifted the blanket and slept beside her.

He unknowingly, in the middle of his slumber; he placed his arm around her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He slept with the smell of coconut, almonds, and lavender.

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She had a massive hangover that was the first thing she felt when she woke up, she couldn’t remember a thing. The second thing that she noticed was the presence of another person on her bed, and that that person was george. Juliette felt her cheeks flush massively and then she took notice of their position which caused her to turn into the color of his hair.

She looked at the clock, and realised that she was extremely late. She started gently pushing George to wake him up, “George.” she called in a soft voice. Noticing his lack of movement, she nudged him harder; “George, wake up.”

He turned a little bit and pulled her closer to him. Juliette rolled her eyes and pushed herself out of his grip and then she yelled out “George fucking Weasley, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!”

He sat up in the bed quickly, looking around alarmed. He calmed down when his gaze landed on her and he had a look of confusion then it was quickly replaced with a smirk. “Well, good morning to you too.”

“Go back, we’re both already late.” She said annoyed, as she started to grab her uniform out of the closet and headed to the bathroom.

When she got out she saw George still in her room. She looked at him with a wide expression, “you’re going to be late for class, we already missed breakfast.”

“You know for a fact that I don’t care about being late.” he said with a smile. He sat on her bed, which she noticed he had made for her; she muttered a quiet ‘thanks for the bed.’

She was packing her school books, while George was looking around her room; when they both heard a knock on the door of the common room.

“Juliette, are you awake? You missed breakfast.”

Juliette heard the voice of Draco Malfoy and she panicked slightly. “Um, I’m awake. Don’t come in, I’m changing.” There was a moment of silence before they heard him reply with a slightly deeper voice.

“Well um, I got you breakfast; I’ll wait for you outside.”

She muttered ‘okay’. She turned to George, and motioned for him to leave to the door. He grabbed her wrist away from the door, and went near the other door and hugged her tightly. “Wanna go to the kitchen sometime?”

When they let go of each other, she lifted an eyebrow and asked “what kitchen?” There was a smile on his face, when he said, “exactly, I’ll come to you when we can go.”

She nodded and he opened the door and left. She grabbed her bag, and went outside the door where Draco was waiting for her to go outside. She saw him holding a plate with all her favorite snacks, she smiled at the gesture and said “good morning.”

He replied with a smile of his own, “took you fucking long enough.”

She gave him a playful push, and then took the plate from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then started lecturing her the entire way about punctuality, taking her studies seriously, taking her OWLS seriously, and that she should finish eating before they reach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She however missed the slight blush on his face the entire way from her small gesture.

When they reached the classroom, Draco sat at the end of the class in the right row; they were sitting in doubles so they sat beside each other. Surprisingly they were 10 minutes early, so they talked.

“I can’t believe that Zabini was stupid enough to take Divination as an OWLS subject.” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh come on, he might be interested in it.” Juliette tried to defend her -somewhat- friend and the subject.

“No, he’s only taking it because it’s an easy O.” he scoffed, turning away from her and leaning back slightly in his chair as he crossed his arms on his chest. “Who would be interested in Soulmates?”

“I would.” Juliette said truthfully, she looked to the front classroom thinking about this matter even more. She truly had wondered a couple of times if they did exist or not and if they do who would be her’s?

“Me.” Draco said, looking at her with a smirk.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“I know you were thinking about who your soulmate might be and I’m telling you it’s me.”

She folded her arms in front of her and said with an accusing tone “how could you be so sure?”

His smirk spreaded and he unwrapped his arms. He tilted his head slightly and said “well as a first, right now, I knew what you were thinking about; without even using legitimacy. We have known each other from when we were seven, and I know you better than anyone else.”

She opened her mouth to oppose him and then shut it again, finding no response. His smirk grew at the action, “you’ll know that for a fact sometime, don’t worry; just when you do be sure to tell me.”

“Arrogant git.” she replied, annoyed as Umbridge started the lesson

an: If I'm being completely honest, when I made the poll I really didn't want this story to win because I wrote it such a long time ago and I remember that I didn't really like it that much, but it's too late to change that so...hope you guys at least tolerate it, and I'm really going to try to make it better.

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