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The Dementor

Warning! This chapter contains mentions of abuse. If this triggers you or makes you feel uncomfortable, please don't read.

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You woke up to the sound of Percy and Ron shouting. Something about Penelope Clearwater? You didn't want to know.

"Good morning, Bella," you said, giving her some owl pellets. She looked at the bowl, and then looked back at you, it looked like she was offended.

"I know you don't want that gross stuff," you said, caressing her feathers. "I promise you'll eat something more satisfying once we get to school."

You went into the bathroom and checked the mirror. Right below your right eye, a bruise was already starting to form. You could see red and purple. You started to panic. Whenever your stepfather hit you, your mom would use magic to cover up your bruises. But you weren't allowed to use magic yet, and you didn't know anything about makeup.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. What would Harry, Ron, and Hermione think? What would the Weasleys think? What would George think? What would you say to them?

You wiped your tears away. "It's gonna be okay," you said shakily. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Before you went downstairs for breakfast, you checked your trunk to see if you packed everything you needed.

"School books.... uniform......permission slip...... Walkman......muggle books...." you muttered to yourself. "That should be it," you said, closing your trunk.

You headed downstairs (after hearing more shouting from Percy) and found Mr. Weasley reading The Prophet and Mrs. Weasley talking with Hermione and Ginny.

"What happened to your cheek, Y/N?" Mr. Weasley asked as you sat down.

You tried to think of something you could tell her as fast as you could. You knew somebody was going to ask at some point, but for some reason you didn't think of something to say sooner.

"I ran into a pole in Diagon Alley, I'm fine," you said.

"Hm, alright," Mr. Weasley said, feeling like you weren't telling the truth, but he ignored it, going back to reading his paper.

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After breakfast, there was chaos everywhere. Everyone bringing down their trunks, Percy once again yelling at Ron, and Fred and George were swiping some of Percy's stuff.

"Okay, I just need to bring down my trunk, I'll be right back." you said to Mrs. Weasley, as you went upstairs.

"Hurry up dear! The cars will be here any minute!" she called up to you.

You mustered up all the strength you could and attempted to drag your trunk out of the room.

You only moved it an inch.

"Why is this so heavy," you groaned. "I didn't even pack that much compared to Hermione."

"Knock knock,"

You turned around and saw George standing in the doorway.

"Oh, thank merlin you're here, George," you said. "Can you help me carry down my trunk? It's too heavy for me to carry by myself."

"Mhmmm what's the magic word N/N?" he asked, stooping down to your level. You saw his eyes flicker to your bruise. For some reason he decided not to say anything about it though, which you were grateful for.

You were now face to face. You could feel his hot breath on your face. All the two of you did for a moment was look into each other's eyes. His beautiful green eyes.

"I-uh-oh c'mon Weasley! Just help me!" you said, stuttering out your words.

"What's the magic word, Witherford?" he said in a sing- song voice.

"Now?" you said, mock venom in your voice, slapping his chest lightly.

"Fine, fine," he said, putting his arms up in surrender. "No need to get violent, N/N."

Both of you picked up each of side of the trunk and took it downstairs.

"Bloody hell, what in merlin's beard did you put in this thing?" George asked, through gritted teeth.

"Nothing that I wouldn't usually pack," you grunted back.

The two of you moved very slowly, and after what seemed like forever, you finally got downstairs and put the trunk down.

"Thank you for helping me, George," you smiled up at him.

"Why of course," he said bowing down, and taking your hand in is. "Anything for you, my lady,"

"Such a gentleman," you giggled as he let go of your hand.

As George walked away to help his brother, you walked over to where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing, your face red.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you asked, confused.

"Your face is as red as Ron's hair," he pointed out. "Are you sick?"

Before you could answer, Ron interrupted. "It's because she was with George," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "They spent a lot of time together and she fanc-"

Before he could finish, you put your hand over his mouth, muffling his words. His cheeks raised, indicating that he was smiling, or smirking at least.

"I hope you throw up slugs," you said, pulling your hand away from his mouth.

"Hey! You can't say that!"

"You two argue like siblings, I swear," Hermione said, stroking Crookshank's fur through the wickerwork basket. "Don't worry, Crookshanks, I'll let you out on the train."

"No, you won't," Ron snapped. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?" He pointed to his chest pocket where Scabbers was resting.

"They're here," Mr. Weasley said, walking into the room. "Harry, Y/N, come on."

Mr. Weasley escorted you and Harry to one of two old fashioned looking cars. You glanced at Harry, but he was avoiding making your eye contact.

"In you go, you two," Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the street.

You and Harry climbed into the back seat of the car and were shortly joined by Hermione and Ron.

"What's up with your dad, Ronald?" you whispered. Ron shrugged.

"Maybe it's something to do with Sirius Black?" Hermione suggested.

"Why would it be, though?"

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After an uneventful drive, you arrived to King's Cross with about twenty minutes to spare. Everyone found themselves trolleys, unloaded their trunks, and made their way into the station. You noticed that while you were walking to platforms nine and ten that Mr. Weasley was walking between you and Harry.

"Right then," he said, glancing around nervously. "The rest of you go in pairs, since there are so many of us. I'll go through first with Harry and Y/N."

Before you walked through the barrier, you and George exchanged confused looks. The three of you walked towards the barrier very slowly, not wanting the muggles to pay attention.

In a moment, you stepped onto platform nine and three quarters and looked up to see the Hogwarts Express. Seeing the smoke come out of the scarlet steam engine made you smile.

Percy and Ginny appeared behind you and Harry, panting.

"Ah there's Penelope!" Percy said, smoothing out his hair. You, Ginny, and Harry looked at each other and tried to contain your laughter as Percy walked away with his chest puffed out.

Once everyone else came onto the platform, you all went into the train and loaded your trunks before going outside to say goodbye.

Mrs. Weasley kissed all her children, then Hermione, then surprisingly you. It made you feel all happy. Your mother stopped showing you physical affection when she got married to your stepfather. He didn't like it when your mom would give you a hug or kiss you on the cheek. "Take care of yourself sweetie," she said smiling at you. "And please, don't get into any trouble."

"Harry, Y/N," Mr. Weasley said quietly. "Come over here a moment."

You and Harry followed Mr. Weasley behind a big pillar.

"Is everything all right, Mr. Weasley?" you ask, concerned.

"There's something I've got to tell you two before you leave." Mr. Weasley said in a tense voice.

"It's all right, Mr. Weasley," Harry said. "I already know."

"Know about what?" you asked, confused.

"You know? How could you know?" Mr. Weasley asked, surprised, not hearing you.

"I-er-I heard you and Mrs. Weasley talking last night. I couldn't help hearing." Harry said quickly. "Sorry I-"

"Wait what do you mean?" you interrupted. "What are you two going on about?"

"This isn't the way I wanted you two to find out," Mr. Weasley said looking anxious.

"What's going on?" you asked suspiciously.

"Sirius Black is after Harry, Y/N," Mr. Weasley said in a grave voice.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Really? Why?" you said really fast. "Wait what does this have to do with me?"

"He's after you too," Harry said quietly.

You didn't know what to say. Why would Sirius Black go after you and Harry? What did he want out of this? Why didn't Harry tell you?

"Oh, you two must be so scared-"

"I'm no- We're not." Harry said. You stayed quiet. "I'm not trying to be a hero, but seriously, Sirius Black can't be worse than Voldemort, can he?"

Mr. Weasley flinched at the mention of Voldemort.

"Harry, Y/N, I know you both are, well, made of stronger than stuff than Fudge seems to think, and I'm obviously pleased that you're not scared-"

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley called out. "Arthur, what are you doing? It's about to go!"

"They're coming, Molly!" Mr. Weasley said. "Listen, I want you both to give me your word-"

"-that we'll be good little children and stay in the castle?" you said sarcastically.

"Not entirely," Mr. Weasley said in a serious voice. "Harry, Y/N, please swear to me you won't go looking for Black."

"What?" you and Harry said at the same time.

The train whistled, signaling it was about to leave. Guards were walking along the train, slamming the doors shut.

"Please promise me," Mr. Weasley said, talking way too fast. "that whatever happens-"

"Why would we go looking for someone that wants to kill us?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Please, just swear to me that whatever you might hear-"

"Arthur, quickly!" Mrs. Weasley cried.

More steam started to billow from the train as it started to move. You and Harry ran to the compartment door. "Open the door, Ronald!" you yelled out. Ron opened the compartment door and stood back to let you and Harry on.

"Hey, we have to talk," you muttered to Ron and Hermione as the train picked up speed.

"Go away, Ginny," Ron said.

"Oh, that's nice," Ginny huffed, stomping away.

You, Harry, Ron, Hermione walked down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment, but every one of them was full except for the last one at the end of the train.

It only had one person occupying it, sitting asleep next to the window. You were confused, you the only adult that you'd ever seen on the Hogwarts Express was the witch that pushed the trolley.

The person was wearing a shabby set of robes that had been damaged in several places. He looked sick and tired, and his hair had lots of gray streaks.

"Who is that?" you nervously whispered as you sat down.

"Professor R.J Lupin," Hermione whispered at once.

"How'd you know that?" Ron asked, sitting down the farthest away from the man.

"It's on his case," Hermione pointed to the luggage rack above them. There was a small, battered case with the name Professor R.J. Lupin stamped on it in gold, peeling letters.

"Wonder what he teaches?" Ron said.

"Oh Ronald, your so dense," you whispered. "There's only one position left. Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Well, I hope he's up to it," Ron said doubtfully. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he?" You smacked his shoulder. "Anyway...what were you guys going to tell us?"

You and Harry explained the two of them what Mr. Weasley told you. Harry did most of the talking though, since he already knew what was going on before you did. When the two of you were done talking, Ron looked terrified, and Hermione had her hands covering her mouth.

"Sirius Black escaped to come after you two? Oh...you guys have to be really, really, careful. Don't go looking for trouble, especially you, Harry-" she said.

"I don't go looking for trouble," Harry said, his head down. "Trouble usually finds me."

"And besides, how stupid do you think we would be to look for someone who wants to kill us?" you said, your eyebrow raised. "And thanks for not telling me, Harry." You smacked his arm.

"I wanted to," he said, rubbing his arm. "I just didn't know how, and I didn't know Mr. Weasley was going to talk to us about it."

"He'll be caught, won't he?" Hermione said. "I mean, they've got all the muggles looking for him too..."

"What's that noise?" Ron said suddenly.

From somewhere in the compartment, there was a faint sound of a whistle. The four of you looked all around, trying to see where the noise was coming from.

"I think it's coming from your trunk, Harry," you said. Ron stood up and reached into the luggage rack. A moment later, he pulled out a Pocket Sneakascope. It was glowing bright and spinning very fast in Ron's hand.

"Is that a Sneakascope?" Hermione asked, standing up to look at it.

"Yeah...mind you, it's a very cheap one," Ron answered. "It went haywire just as I was tying it to Errol's leg to send to Harry."

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy, Ronald?" you asked, slightly giggling.

"No! Well...I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys...but how else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?"

"Stick it back in the trunk," Harry said. "or it'll wake him up." He pointed towards Professor Lupin, who was still sleeping.

"You could probably get it checked in Hogsmeade," you said. "George told me that sell that kind of stuff at Dervish and Bangs."

"What else did George tell you?" Harry smirked.

"Ugh, Harry not you too," you groaned while Ron and Hermione laughed.

"Do you two know much about Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked, changing the topic. "I've read it's the only entirely non-muggle settlement in Britain-"

"Yeah, I think it is," Ron interrupted. "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to get Honeydukes."

"What's that?" Hermione asked.

"How do you not know what Honeydukes is?" you asked in a surprised voice. "It's this sweetshop, and they have everything- and I mean it. They have sugar quills, you can suck on those in class, and it just looks like you're thinking real hard about what to write-"

"And they have Pepper Imps-those make you smoke at the mouth, and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream-" Ron interrupted once again.

But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione said. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery, it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack is supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain-"

"-and massive sherbert balls-"

"-those make you float a few inches off the ground while you're sucking on them."

You and Ron weren't listening to anything that Hermione was saying, the two of you getting too caught up in your candy dreams.

"Won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Spect it will," Harry sighed. "You'll have to tell me when you've found out."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"I can't go. The Dursley's didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either."

"That's not fair! Not fair at all! Maybe McGonagall will si-" you said.

"Or we can ask Fred or George, they know every secret passage out of the castle-" Ron interrupted.

"Ron! Y/N!" Hermione said sharply. "I don't think Harry should be sneaking out of school with Black on the loose."

"Yeah, I expect that's what McGonagall will say when I ask permission," Harry said.

"I'm surprised your parents signed your form, Y/N," Hermione said.

You didn't say anything. Maybe your mom didn't know about Black coming after you. She didn't work in the Ministry, but your stepfather did. He worked really close with Fudge. Maybe Fudge just didn't tell him. Or maybe he did know and just decided not to tell your mother.

"They'll be with us, Hermione," Ron said. "Black wouldn't dare-"

"Oh Ron, don't talk rubbish," Hermione snapped. "Black's already murdered a whole bunch of people in the middle of a crowded street. Do you really think he's going to worry about attacking Harry and Y/N just because we're there?" she said as she fumbled with the straps to Crookshanks' basket.

"Don't let that thing out!" Ron said. But it was too late. As soon as Hermione let Crookshanks out, he leapt onto Ron's knees. Scabbers trembled in Ron's pocket as Ron shoved Crookshanks away. "Get out of here!"

"Ron, don't!" Hermione said angrily.

As Ron was about to answer, Professor Lupin stirred in his seat. The four of you froze, watching his movements, but he just simply turned his head.

"Maybe we should relax and talk about something else?" you suggested.

"That's a good suggestion, Y/N." Harry said.

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Around 1pm, the witch that pushed the trolley came by.

"We should wake him up," you said. "He looks like he needs something to eat."

Hermione walked up to Professor Lupin very slowly.

"Er- Professor?" she asked. "Excuse me-Professor?"

He didn't move.

"Don't worry dear," the trolley witch said, as she handed Harry a large stack of Cauldron Cakes. "If he's hungry when he wakes, I'll be up front with the driver."

"I suppose he is asleep?" Ron whispered as the trolley witch left. "I mean-he hasn't died, has he?"

"He's breathing, so probably not," you said quietly, taking the Cauldron Cake that Harry passed to you.

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"So Y/N," Hermione said smirking at you. "How was Egypt with George?"

"I didn't just spend time with George, you know," you grumbled while Ron and Harry laughed. "I also hung out with Ginny and R-"

"Yea but you were with George most of the time!" Ron interrupted.

"And when I was with Ginny or Ron, George was with Fred," you said calmly, ignoring Ron.

"That's a fat load of shit! Even Fred said something about it."

"Ron! There's a teacher right next to us!" Hermione said in a stern voice.

"Yeah Ronald," you said smiling. "No need to get so vulgar."

Right as he said that the compartment door opened. In the doorway stood Draco Malfoy and his ogre cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. You really hated the three of them, Draco especially.

"Well look who it is," Draco said. "Potty and the Weasel."

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled like trolls.

"Good to see you too Draco," you said, twirling your hair with your fingers. "Still having daddy pay for your spot on the Quidditch team?"

"I would be careful what you say, Y/N," he said smirking at you, his gaze wandering to your cheek. "Or you might get another bruise,"

You stood up from your seat. "That's not your place to say Draco!" you snarled.

He ignored you. "I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold, Weasley," he said. "Did your mother die of shock?"

Ron stood up so quickly that he knocked down Crookshanks basket. Harry stood up too, in case he had to hold Ron back. Professor Lupin made a sound.

"Who's that?" Draco said, taking a step back.

"New teacher," Harry said. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"

You were glad when Malfoy left, you knew he wasn't stupid enough to do anything in front of a teacher, but you didn't want him to reveal anything else about what was going on at home. You didn't even know he knew.

"I'm not going to take any shit from Malfoy this year," Ron said angrily as he sat down. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about my family, I'm going to get hold of his head and-"

"Ron," Hermione hissed, pointing at Professor Lupin. "be careful..."

"What did Malfoy mean, Y/N?" Harry asked. "About your bruise, what did he mean by that?"

"How did you get that bruise by the way?" Hermione asked.

"I ran into a pole in Diagon Alley, it's not a big deal." you said, messing with the hem of your shirt.

"Didn't Malfoy say something similar in our first year?" Ron asked. "He said something about your ste-"

"Can we please just change the topic?" you said, annoyed. "It's not a big deal, I'm fine, I promise."

While you looked out the window, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at each other, a look of concern sketched on all three of their faces.

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"You'll let me hold your hand

Oh, let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand"

"I didn't know you listened to the Beatles, Y/N." Hermione said.

"I-uh-I don't I just-" you tried to think of an excuse.

"Then why are you singing one of their songs?"

You thought whether or not you should tell her. Hermione was one of your best friends, and you knew she wouldn't tell anyone about the Walkman if you asked her not to. Yes, George knew about it, but he didn't fully know a lot about Muggle music. But if you told Hermione, it would be nice to share your passions with someone who actually understood what you were so passionate about.

"I'll tell you later," you muttered.

The train rattled around you. The rain hammered and the wind roared loud.

"We must nearly be there," Ron said, looking out the window, into the blackness.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the train starting to slow down.

"Woah," you said. "You must have a sixth sense Ronald."

"We can't be there yet," Hermione said as she checked her watch.

"Then why are we slowing down?"

The train started to get slower and slower. The wind and rain was as loud as ever, but Professor Lupin stayed asleep.

The train came to a complete stop, you almost fell out of your seat, but you grabbed onto Hermione's shoulder. You heard distant thuds in other parts of the train.

Suddenly, all the lamps in the train went out, plunging the four of you into darkness.

"What's going on? you heard Ron say.

"Ouch!" you gasped. "Ronald, you stepped on my foot!"

"Do you think we've broken down?" you heard Harry's voice.

"I don't know..."

You felt your way to the window. You wiped a patch so you could see outside and looked out.

"Something's moving out there," you said. "I think someone's coming aboard."

The compartment door opened and you heard the thud of someone falling.

"Sorry-do you know what's going on?-Ouch-sorry-"

"Hello Neville," Harry said.

"Harry is that you? What's happening?" Neville's voice said.

"No idea-sit down-"

There was a loud hissing sound and a yelp of pain. You assumed Neville tried to sit on Crookshanks.

"I'm gonna ask the driver what's going on," you said.

You slid the compartment door open and immediately bumped into someone. You and that someone both let out grunts of pain.

"Who is that?" you said, rubbing your forehead.

"Who are you?" said the voice.

"Ginny?"

"Y/N?"

"What are you doing?"

"I was looking for Ron-"

"Oh well sit down,"

"Not here!" you heard Harry say quickly. "I'm here!"

"Ouch!" Neville said.

"Quiet!" said a voice suddenly.

It seemed Professor Lupin seemed to finally wake up. Something about is voice seemed familiar to you. But where had you heard it?

Besides the sound of Professor Lupin's movements, it was quiet. Suddenly, a light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin was holding a handful of flames, illuminating his tired, but alert face.

"Stay where you are," he said, getting up from his seat, heading to the door.

But the door slid open before he even touched it. You assumed it was someone like George or Draco coming into the compartment. But how wrong you were. In the doorway stood a cloaked figure towering over the seven of them, it's face covered by a hood, a dementor.

The air became cold. You began thinking about all the abuse you endured by your stepfather, how your mum let it happen, how she never stood up for you.

Suddenly, the dementor took off its hood. You had never seen what a dementor looked like under its hood this up close. You thought you were going pass out.

The dementor drew in a long, slow, rattling breath. The compartment got freezing.

Not taking your eyes off the dementor, you heard a thud. You looked over and you saw Harry on the ground.

"Harry!" you exclaimed.

Professor Lupin stepped over Harry's body. "None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks, go," he said, pulling out his wand.

The dementor didn't move. It stood there towering over them.

Professor Lupin muttered something, and something silvery shot out of his wand. The dementor immediately went away.

After a few moments, the lamps came back on, and the train started moving again.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried out, getting down on her knees beside him. You and Ron did the same, trying to wake him up.

"Harry! Come on, wake up mate!" Ron said.

No answer.

You slapped him gently on the face.

"Y/N! Don't do that!" Hermione said. "You might hurt him!"

"It might wake him up," you said, continuing to slap him. "Harry! Harry! Are you okay?"

Finally, Harry opened his eyes, looking around the room.

"W-What?"

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Cliffhanger 😝

Not really though for everyone who's read the books or seen the movies

I have a few ideas for some stories I wanna write so stay tuned for those~

Stay safe and remember to drink lots of water <3

xoxo,

Izzy

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avalynlestrange · 9 months

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George Weasley

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noodlesareokah · 5 months

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Broken (PT3)

Pt1 Pt2

Warnings: slight abuse, grief, and mature language, not proof read.

Summary: he hasn't been the same since Fred's death

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Tears well in my eyes, as i slide my shoes on and slink into the forest.

What I would give now to have them back...

Cedric, Remus, Tonks, Fred...and most importantly George.

Its quite tragic really, the fall out between Y/n Lupin and George Weasley.

Of course no one knows he's abusing me and I don't have the heart to tell Arthur, or Molly.

The sound of footsteps and leaves crunching behind me is what snaps me out of the grief stricken trance.

The forest is bright and alive with the sound of birds, and when i'm sure the cottage is well behind me I let the tears fall down my cheeks.

I jump, quickly turning around and coming face to face with George Weasley, and a very pissed looking one at that.

My heart drops to my stomach and I can feel the blood rush from my face.

Quickly wiping the tears away with my leave, I straighten up and prepare for the hurtful words.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He growls his voice hard and stern eyes glazed with anger.

"I-I was just going for a walk" I mumble, after a year of dealing with hurtful tone, it still hurt to hear him like that.

"And? Did I give you permission?" He snaps, fists curled together so tight his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

I flinch as he approaches me, his fist raised.

A searing pain erupts around my eye, and i can feel a bruise welling already.

This permission thing is knew, So is the punching.

A few tears fall from my eyes, but that doesn't stop him from throwing another punch and a few more after that.

YAY part 3!

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velvetthunder1999 · 4 years

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All the time on Earth

Part 10 - Confessions

Summary: You start ignoring George, not knowing what to do. After he fails getting a straight answer from you, he decides to pour his heart out and he finally tells you how he feels

(I read the potion idea in a fic a long time ago, it gave me inspiration to this chapter and the whole series :) )

Warnings: Angst, few swearwords, Fluff, Fluff, Fluff

Word Count: 2.9K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

You woke up feeling miserable. After you opened your eyes you didn��t get up immediately; you just lay there, thinking through yesterday in every single detail. You decided to skip breakfast and George had detention today so if you’re smart enough you can avoid him all day. Get food from the kitchen, spend the day in the Room of Requiremnet. That’s it.

You felt guilty for planning on how to avoid George but you had no other choice. You had to think things through. You thought of yesterday’s Hogsmeade trip as a test and you felt like you’d got your answer. You had believed — or at least had hoped — that if something happened, it would be in Hogsmeade. You had spent a whole day together for God’s sake!

But nothing happened. You were talking, you had fun, drank a few butterbeers but nothing more. You were too scared to do anything — but you’d hoped he would do something. Kiss you. Or just hold your hand. Anything. Yeah, you were messing around the snow but that was just a game. A stupid game. A small voice of hope in your head said, ‘But he was calling you all those names. Darling. Love. What was that?’

A horrible thought started forming in your mind. What if — what if he was just teasing you? He didn’t mean it, of course he didn’t mean it. Why would he? He probably has pet names for all the people he talks to. He was just making fun of you. Would that be it? Was he just playing around, not caring about how much it hurts you? How much his wordplays hurt you? Was this just a joke to him?

Well, it didn’t really matter at this point. He hadn’t confessed anything to you. Fred had misinterpreted a lot of things, apparently. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter anymore. George had made his choice — did he even have to make one? You felt horrible, thinking about how you were longing for him and he might had never thought of you as more than a friend.

You were on the verge of crying, but you stood your ground against your tears. Instead, you took some deep breaths. You musn’t let things go out of control. You still have your exams. You have to focus on those. You do your best. You will study in every free minute you have, write your exams perfectly, and over the summer you forget about the ginger boy.

Over the summer. The sentence made your heart ache. You closed your eyes. Every spring was like a torture to you. As the weather started getting better and better, the inevitable summer ‘vacation’ was looming over you. After this year it was more horrible than ever. You didn’t want to go home — but you felt like you were also unable to stay here with George.

There was no other way — you had to distance yourself. Right now. It’s gonna be horrible. But in order to get over him, this was the only solution you had.

You spent the day in the Room as you planned — and then the day after, and the day after, and so on. First, George didn’t seem to notice; you were always pretending to be in a hurry, only talking a few words with him at every meal, running to your next class. But as the second week of April had ended, he seemed to be a bit more persuasive.

“Come on, Y/N” he said one day at lunch. “I barely see you. Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, eating as fast as possible. “I am lagging behind. I need to study.”

“Then go up to the astronomy tower again? Just for an hour?”

“Sorry,” you said, this time more quietly. You locked eyes with Fred who had a very disapproving look on his face.

“You’re avoiding him!” he said one day when he caught you after Charms. “He’s a mess! Driving me crazy, seeing him like that! He thinks he messed up something.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I have a thousand things to attend to. I have my own life, Fred.”

“At least talk to him, tell him something. Don’t you see he feels horrible?”

Of course you could see it. George seemed hurt. You were hurt, too. Every time you rejected his invitations to somewhere, you saw him break a little. He looked just like how you felt.

And then one day, he had enough. You were studying under a tree by the lake when a shadow appeared on the grass next to you. You looked up and your stomach shrinked into a small ball at the sight of him.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I sit?”

Should you just run away? You put down your books and said a quiet ‘sure’.

He sat down next to you, watching your face. You couldn’t look him in the eye.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Good,” you said. “Bit tired. Studying a lot.”

“Mm,” he said, nodding. Then suddenly you heard the saddest, most miserable voice. “Why do you hate me?”

You jerked your head towards him. You were stunned.

“I don’t hate you.”

He had the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Then what is it? Because you haven’t talked to me in three weeks.”

“George…I… I can’t.”

He nodded.

“It’s killing me.”

You pressed your lips together tight before answering.

“You’re using such big words.”

“That’s how I feel.”

When you didn’t answer, he continued.

“Please tell me if I did something.”

You kept quiet.

“Did I hurt you?”

Nothing.

“Did I make you feel bad somehow?”

Quiet.

“Y/N. Please. I miss you.”

“You didn’t do anything,” you blurted out. It was true, though, he didn’t do anything. But in terms of how he meant it, you had to keep him in the dark. Otherwise you’d have to tell him everything. “You didn’t do anything, okay? I have a lot on my mind lately. I have all these exams, and when I’m done with them I can pack my stuff and go back to my parents for another wonderful two months.”

“I told you, you can come to us any time.”

“That’s not the point, George.”

“I know,” he said. “The point is that you don’t see that we’re here for you. I am here for you. And you’re ignoring me, because somehow you decided that you don’t need friends anymore? How’s that? At least you could tell me why.”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“No, we can’t.”

He was right, though. It was not nice what you were doing to him. You sighed. At least you can make him suffer less.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You’re right. I am ignoring you. I was. But it’s not your fault. It’s — it’s something I have to deal with by myself. I just — I cannot tell you what it is. Not now. Maybe later. One day I will tell you, I promise.

“Can I help you with it without knowing what it is?”

“No.”

“Does Fred know?”

You dodged the question.

“Ginny does.”

He nodded.

“Are you sure I haven’t done anything to you?”

Well, technically…

“Yes. You haven’t done anything.”

——

If the talk with George made you change anything about your new routine, it was that you were willing to spend more time in the common room now while studying. Even though you didn’t have another conversation since the lake, he seemed a bit more relaxed seeing you around. It’s been seven days since that day; you weren’t ignoring him anymore, but you still hadn’t made any progress on processing his absence that was about to come in the near future of your life.

You were just about to finish a Transfiguration essay and start a Divination one when you heard the unmistakable voices coming from the Fat Lady. You looked up and a second later the twins arrived. Fred sat down onto the table opposite you, holding a box in his hands, while George took the spot next to you on the couch.

“Do you have a minute?” George asked.

“For what?”

“It’s a new product,” said Fred with mischievous eyes. “We just tested it, but we need to make sure it’s working.”

“I don’t really have time for anything right now —,” you started, but Fred interrupted.

“It’ll only take a minute. Promise.”

You hesitated. George spoke very softly.

“Please.”

You sighed.

“Fine. But make it quick. I’m not joking.”

“Brilliant,” said Fred and opened the box. He took out a small vial with a wooden cork in it and gave it to you. “Here you go.”

You took it, not sure what you’re suppose to do.

“…Yes? What do you want me to do with this? Drink it?”

“No!” said George, panicking. “Open it. And smell it.”

“Why?” you asked, more suspicious by the second.

“We already tested it ourselves but we need a female’s opinion.”

Fred shrugged like it was no big deal, but you felt that something was up with the two. You looked at the pinkish liquid in the vial. As long as you don’t have to drink anything…

You opened the bottle and held it closer. The twins leaned closer eagerly. You snapped at them.

“What? What is it?”

“Just smell it, Y/N!” said Fred impatiently. “We don’t have all day!”

You shot a sharp look at him then smelled the liquid. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s so familiar. What is this?”

“What would you say it is?” asked George.

You shook your head and smelled the pink stuff again. You just… you just couldn’t wrap your head around it. Was it like… Was it something like fire? But it somehow also reminded you of water. And… you also felt something else… like perfume… or… or…

Or cologne.

You almost dropped the vial as you held it far away from your nose.

“What?” said Fred with great anticipation. Then grinned. “Was it stinky?”

George shot an angry look at him but you didn’t see it. You were staring at the liquid. The pink liquid.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh, fucking hell.

“So?” asked George eagerly. “What do you feel?”

“No — nothing,” you lied. Very badly, actually.

“Don’t lie!” scolded you Fred. “What is it? What does it smell like?”

Oh, no. What should you say? What should you say?!

“I… I can’t,” you said. “I can’t do this.”

“What?” George looked taken aback. “What is it?”

“I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.”

You stood up without looking at them. You kept your head down as you hurried to the portrait, leaving the common room.

—— George was staring at the part of the couch you were just sitting. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t believe it. This cannot be happening.

“George?” asked Fred in a careful tone. “You’re okay?”

George didn’t answer, didn’t blink, even. He was just staring.

“George?”

Would it have been so hard? Giving an honest answer, putting him out of his misery?

“George, we can talk to her again when she comes back.”

He had enough. He had enough.

“Georgie…?”

George stood up, suddenly. He made up his mind. This was it. Months have passed. It was enough.

“I’m ending this bullshit, right now.”

And he ran.

——

You were leaving behind the corridors like an animal running for its life. You didn’t know what to do. This came out of the blue. Of course the twins did it again. And Fred! Fred knew! Was this just an evil game to them? And what should you say when they — oh, they certainly will — ask you again?

You needed air. You needed to be alone. You needed to get to someplace where you could think.

You headed towards the astronomy tower and ran up the stairs as fast as you could. You were out of breath by the time you reached the top. You opened the door and stepped outside and…

“George!” you yelled, looking at the panting boy standing in front of you. “How — ”

“Hello, love,” he said, a hand on his side. “Give me a minute, I just ran through the whole bloody castle.”

You were stunned. You couldn’t move. What the hell was going on?

“George, I really…” you paused before continuing. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did you smell me?” he said, standing up. He hesitated. “Or — or did you smell Fred?”

“Wh — what?!” you felt more outraged than emberrassed. “No, I didn’t smell Fred, what the hell?!

“Oh,” he said, breathing normally again. “Good. Was it me then?”

Oh, God. Oh, God, no. It’s over. He’s gonna find out. He already knows! Shit. Oh, shit!

“I… I am —”

“Cause I smelled you.”

First you didn’t even understand what he just said. Then your jaw dropped in confusion.

“Wh… what are you talking about?” your voice barely louder than a whisper.

He stepped closer, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

“I smelled the potion. We’ve been brewing it for a long time now. I know it works cause when I smelled it… it was like butterbeer. And vanilla, which I assume is your shampoo. Also that gummy candy you’re always eating. So… yeah. I wanted to tell you for so long, Y/N. I can’t take it anymore.”

You looked him in the eye, still unable to speak. Was he telling the truth? Was he playing with you? You had to make sure. Because if it was real…

“Are you…” a relieved smile appeared on your lips. “Are you serious?”

George casted down his eyes. He took both your hands and gently squeezed your fingers.

“Please, don’t laugh at me.”

You shook your head.

“No, I mean… this isn’t a joke, right? You’re telling the truth?”

“Why would I joke with this?”

“Just tell me.”

A sad smile appeared on his face. He started nervously rubbing your fingers. And he finally looked at you.

“I’m serious.”

You laughed.

“Alright, then.”

You let go of his hand but only to cup his cheeks. You pulled him down and pressed your lips on his. He let out a surprised moan. He froze for a second. Then he reached for you to welcome you in his arms, closed his eyes and completely melted into the kiss.

It was like all your troubles had faded away in a second. You kissed George with everything you were holding back for the last couple of months. Your heart was beating incredibly fast. He tasted so sweet. His lips were hot. He was holding you so close. You smelled his cologne again and you felt like you’re going mad. You wanted more of him, you needed him, and you couldn’t think of anything but his lips on yours and his hair between your fingers.

When you two pulled away, gasping for air, he rested his forehead on yours. He was panting and you were too. You couldn’t help but smile. You were gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, finally looking at him. He looked at you, dazed.

“Hi,” you said.

His eyes looked like melted chocolate. A smile was hiding in the corner of his lips. He softly brushed his nose against yours.

“Hi.”

You leaned towards him again, this time giving him a small peck on the lips. He was holding you strongly in his arms, making you feel goosebumps on your back. Your heart was really beating, maybe for the first time in your life. You heard your blood running wild in your ears.

“You know…” you said, whispering. He looked deeply in your eyes, drinking your words, “I want you to know I smelled you, too. I… I smelled fireworks and rain… and your cologne which also reminded me of the forest. I’m… I’m so mad for you. I have been for months.”

“What?” he said, dumbfounded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was so scared,” you gently tucked a lock of his long hair behind his ears. “I didn’t wanna loose you.”

“Witty, you wouldn’t have lost me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“I wanted to. Really. I was just an idiot. As Fred told me so.”

“Wait — Fred knew?”

“Yeah. He figured it out in a second.”

“He wasn’t lying then?”

“Lying?” he looked at you, confused. “Did he tell you?”

“He knew I liked you. He told me I should talk to you because it might end well.”

You looked at each other in disbelief. If you had just talked to each other months before…

“Well, I guess we have to make up for the time we lost,” he said, leaning closer again.

“You think so?” you asked teasingly.

“Mm,” he said and kissed you again, this time tenderly, like you were a flower that’s about to break. You smiled into the kiss and when he realized, he did too.

After his lips let go of yours, he leaned down and burried his face into your neck. He kissed you gently while still holding you close.

“George…” you said, whispering. You were stroking his hair. You had never felt more alive. He kissed your neck again, making you shiver.

“Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me — ?

“Yes…”

“— as my girlfriend?”

“…Yes.”

His mischievous smile returned. All that concern and hurt had disappeared from his face. His eyes were shining under the night sky. He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose and said,

“Alright, then.”

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mirrorballgf · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

SUMMARY: in which y/n likes to show off and tom will not he outsmarted

DISCLAIMERS: smut, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, etc.

PAIRING: tom riddle x fem!reader

NOTES: why does this have 1000+ notes omg thank u

you always had a knack for getting under tom riddles skin. but it was all in good fun. no feelings were hurt — you didn’t think — and tom also seemingly liked to belittle you at every chance you he had.

it was a game that you two had played for years. you would say a joke about him being a “stuck up goodie goodie” and he would retort back with a equally snarky comment.

but, there was always an unspoken rule that hid beneath the table. do not try to outsmart him. you technically knew he was smarter than you — granted, he was practically smarter than everyone. so, you had no trouble breaking this unspoken rule.

but just as you say down for monday’s potions lesson. something seemed to change in the air. it began just as professor slug horn announced the winner of the potion competition would win their own bottle of liquid luck.

“you see, ive had this bottle for about three years and i’m ready to give it up. that is, if someone wins!” slug horn announced, “you’ll be making a antidote for any poison of your liking.”

tension seemed to hang in the air, you wanted that potion. but you also knew tom most likely wanted it more. you felt his eyes glaring at you from across the room, sending you a warning sign.

meeting his eyes, you saw only pure hatred. you swallowed hard. it wasn’t like you to be intimidated by him, but it was hard not to feel only a sense of worry for yourself as he looked at you.

“and you may began!” slughorn said, gesturing with his hands.

you ripped your eyes away from tom’s and immediately got to work. you searched for the nearest bezoar. your mother was a exceptional potioner and she had taught you best.

there was an easy cure for most poisons. bezoar. sure, it was sort of a cop out, but it didn’t matter to you.

after another thirty minutes, professor slug horn called time. “give me a moment to grade your works as i go around the room.”

you could feel the questioning glances you were getting from others. why hadn’t you put any ingredients in the table? where you trying to fail deliberately?

“tom, what an excellent discovery! my finest student back at it again. you’re up in the running son.” slughorn beamed as he examined toms potion.

“thank you, sir.” tom replied cooly. the charm and grace in his tone that made you sick to your stomach.

god, he such a teachers pet, you thought to yourself.

he even looked to proud of himself as professor walked over to your table.

“miss y/l/n, what’ve we got here? oh my!” professor slughorn gaped at the item you held out, “this is a spectacular solution. easy and simple. riddle, it looks like you’ve been outsmarted by miss y/l/n!”

you blushed at the compliment and shook your head sheepishly.

“it looks that way, doesn’t it?” tom replied, you could hear the anger in his voice. you could imagine his sharp jaw clenched, toned muscles stiff and tightened. a strange pool of desire formed near your lower stomach. embarrassed by the feeling, you brought your eyes back to professor slughorn.

after several moments, professor slughorn returned to the front of the room. “i have picked a winner. surprisingly, this student has shown a great deal of creativity and obvious thought into her solution.”

you could feel your heart beat in your chest. “y/l/n, here you are. feel free to use it whenever you’d like. please be aware of the side affects before taking it!”

you nodded sheepishly, blush filled your cheek as everyone gave a unenthusiastic clap for you. you didn’t expect people to be happy for you but you had made the mistake of turning towards tom riddle’s direction.

it was exactly like you imagined, his dull brown eyes were trained on yours, you were swarmed with his hateful energy immediately. his sharp jawline became even more aggressive as it seemed to tighten the more you kept eye-contact with him.

you took the bottle before slughorn hands and placed in your bag.

“class dismissed! again, thank you y/l/n for such a brilliant masterpiece!”

you were getting sick of the flattery as you collected your bags, but you smiled anyways.

you exited the classroom, but before you could get even two feet into the hallway someone had grabbed your wrist forcefully and slammed you into the nearest wall.

your vision blackened for a moment out of pure shock. “what the fuck-?!” you started, but then quickly interrupted by a voice.

“merlin, i bet you loved that didn’t you?” toms venomous laced voices spoke out. he was standing closer to you than he had ever before, and you noticed how tall he was compared to you.

“oh, tom. don’t be such a sore loser. it’s not a good look on you.” you feigned a pout. and his eyes narrowed, but you didn’t miss the way they flickered towards your lips.

with his hand still on your wrist, he scowled. “funny you say. i didn’t lose, you technically cheated. it was supposed to a potion, and of course, you would find some loop-hole.”

“i’m clever tom, don’t try and belittle my talents.” you replied, offended that he would try to take away your special moment. you had felt particularly smart about your solution, but with the way tom was staring at you now, you felt doubt creep into your system.

“please, you practically beg to be ‘belittled’ when you go around like that.” he sneered. his brown eyes striking against your’s.

“oh? like what, riddle.” you challenged, taking a step forward from the wall. the confidence in your voice definitely outweighed the confidence you were feeling. truthfully, you felt a little ashamed to have won so easily. tom was half-way right and you knew it.

he clenched his jaw but before he could say anything else, you had softly pressed your lips against his. at first, he was as frozen as a statue. doubt crept into your system but just before you could apologize and pull back, he grasped your wrists and you felt your back hit the wall painfully.

gasping in surprise, he tightened his hands around your wrist. he nipped at your bottom lip roughly and you could feel the smirk on his lips as you bit back a moan. “oh, come on, don’t be a tease,” he whispered as he pulled back. both of you were breathing heavily from the forceful kiss.

before you could reply, his lips were already latched onto your neck. sucking hard and quickly leaving love bites all over your collarbone, you shivered under his cold touch. a small gasp escaped your lips as he opened the broom closet door behind you.

his hands trailed up and down your blouse before finally taking off your robe. you watched him with gleeful eyes as he hoisted you onto the nearest desk. “sit pretty for me, will you?” he murmured, grabbing your inner thigh and spreading your legs apart.

you nod silently and he goes back to his original pace on your lips. you gasp as he squeezes your thigh hard. taking the advantage, he slips his tongue into your mouth. your cheeks start to fill with heat and you can feel your panties getting soaked in the process.

urgently, you grab his hand and slide it closer to your frantic needs. “please-“ you practically beg, and he pulls away with a sinister smirk on his face. “so, so needy. what would people say if they found you like this? begging for me. it’s pathetic.” he said, but his smirk never leaving his kissed-swollen lips.

fortunately, he gave in at just the right moment. he moved away the thin cotton of your panties and slide his digits into your soaked pussy. “tck, tck. did i do this?” tom whispered into your ear, nipping at the sweet spot behind it.

reluctantly, you moan against him. “oh my god. tom,” his fingers pace faster against you and you buck your hips in return. his lips catch your moan with ease, biting your bottom lip roughly once again.

you grab for the collar on his shirt for support as you thrust back and forth on his fingers. “always an overachiever, huh?” he said onto your lips as he adds a third finger, pushing you to the edge.

your eyes widen and a loud moan escapes from your throat. your eyes cloud with lust and fulfillment as you feel yourself getting closer. “tom, please, i’m so close.”

at your words, his pace fastens and you feel yourself wither beneath him. you wrap your shaking legs around his hips, allowing him to have a better position of your legs.

“fuck! dont stop, please. tom!” you plead, shaking underneath his intense gaze. he was watching you come undone for him, and enjoying every moment of it gloriously.

his fingers were coated in your juices and he slowly pulled out of you. you whimpered at the motion, suddenly embarrassed by what you had just done. “lay down.” he said, his voice monotone but demanding.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “w-what? i thought i was done.”

tom chucked humorlessly. “but don’t you like being an overachiever? outsmarting me if you will? lay down, dont make me repeat myself.”

nodding, you lie down in front of him. your skirt hiked up all the way to your stomach, leaving you bare in front of him. with your legs still shaking furiously, tom dipped down and began to gently suck on your clit. your hands flew to his hair immediately, overwhelmed with the sensation of his mouth inside of you.

you tugged sharply and you felt him moan into you. his tongue flicked at a sensitive spot and you whined. you had become quickly overstimulated and your mind had become empty expect for a loud buzz. “i don’t think i can last-“

he pulled away, kissing your inner thighs. “be patient, do you see how desperate you get when you don’t get your way?” you watch as he dips back down again and the whole vision makes your head spin.

“answer me,” he commands. now, sucking harshly against your clit in a more angered manner. you tug at his wavy-hair in return. “yes, i know, i am. please just let me come.” you whine, bucking your hips in his face.

his pace becomes angry as he practically fucks you with his mouth. your vision clouds and all you can feel is pure bliss and quivering legs. you scream out his name in one last moan.

seemingly satisfied, he leans back and watches you as you catch your breath. “i didn’t know you could do that…” you said, your voice strained and horse from your screams.

he licked his lips as you slowly sit up, covering up your legs and pulling your skirt back down. “and i didn’t know i could make you come with just my words and fingers.” he said, smirking devilishly.

you feel your cheeks heat up and try to hide your shaking legs from his view. “well, maybe it can happen again.”

he raised an eyebrow, “perhaps. try and outsmart me again, and you’ll be in for more than two orgasms.” and with that he left you there, skirt half-way pulled down, tousled hair and a whole lot of memories.

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george-fabian-weasley · 3 years

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George Weasley — Shower Buddy

Summary: You asked him to join you in a shower, and it's absolutely the best decision you ever did.

Words: 1,272 words

Warnings ⚠ : The amount of love I have for this man is HDJAJDJ, Pure Fluff, Cute af, Just makes you sit back and wonder if you'll ever have this kind of affection in your life, George Weasley Supremacy

Disclaimer: I am so helplessly in love with this man WHY IS HE NOT REAL

“George, stop,” You mumbled sleepily as George kept trailing kisses down your face. “Not until you wake up, love. It’s breakfast time.” He mumbled onto your skin and his lips slowly met the place you’re sensitive to, making you snap your eyes open and burst out a laughter.

“No, it tickles!” You squirmed under him, and George cracked a wide smile at this divine discovery. “Ah, so you’re ticklish here?” He playfully said mocking innocence as he kissed the same place over and over again, making you screaming giggles, “Ah stop!”

When he stopped, you were out of breath and you looked at him having the widest grin he had ever had. You were under him, and you just stared at him with a lingering smile, “Morning, darling.”

George’s smile softened at the tone of your voice, leaning down to touch your nose with his, “Good morning, angel.” You leaned up and kissed his lips softly, his chuckles made you chuckle as well as he kissed back. You pulled away, your head resting on the pillow again, “You know, I won’t complain if this is my view after waking up every morning.” You smiled, and he raised an eyebrow to you playfully, “Really now? Good to know actually, because this,” he gestured to himself and you giggled, “is not going away soon.”

"Okay get up, you big puppy, I want to take a shower." You said, struggling against his body trapping you from sitting up. George laid still on top of you, popping a childish 'nope' out of him as he dug his face into the crook of your neck.

"George!" You laughed out, and he chuckled with you, kissing the skin of your neck lightly, "You're not getting away, we'll stay here until the sun sets."

Again, erupted laughter.

Suddenly an idea came to mind. You bit your bottom lip and looked down to the grown man curling on top of you.

"I wanna go shower," You said, and George shook his head again, "Nope, I told you—" "Care to join?"

There was silence. And then George looked up from your neck, heavily blushing with an excited grin on his face, "Yes please."

You shook your head in amusement at the childishness your boyfriend was giving you, it was quite adorable, you're not going to lie.

As he—finally—let you off to go to the bathroom, he followed your tail like a little duckling following its mother. When you looked at him in question, he said, "What? You're not joking about me joining you, are you?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Aren't you a big baby." George had this smug smirk on his face as he watched you undress, "Your big baby."

He laughed as you grimaced at the pick-up line, your face contorted into playful disgust. He then undressed, throwing off the grey singlet he had on every night as a nightwear and the black boxers as its match. Shamelessly, you were ogling the view in front of you, but there was no sexual feeling under it.

You had seen his body countless times, and he had seen yours. So it's nothing awkward.

"Liking the view too much, aren't we?" George teased and you blep-ed at him, "Nothing wrong looking at a piece of art."

As your two naked bodies hopped in the shower section of the bathroom, you giggled at the proximity, "Since when it has been so small?" You joked and George chuckled, shaking his head.

As you turn on the shower, you waited until the heat comes in, it was mid-winter and you would be shaking out of coldness if you didn't hug George a while ago.

You flinched at the cold droplets of water attacking your skin, an instant whine escaped your lips. George erupted into laughter as he watched you recoil to his side, avoiding the cold water, enjoying the adorable view.

"It's cold!" You whined, and George snaked his arms around your naked waist, pulling you close to him, "Yeah yeah, I know. Let's wait for a bit, yeah?"

You stood there back hugged by George for a moment as one of his hands left your waist to feel the temperature of the water, waiting for the heat to arrive.

When the water turned warm he let you go in first, enjoying the view of water droplets rolling down your skin. George watched with his back leaned onto the tiled wall as you let out a sigh of content at the warmth, closing your eyes simultaneously. When you opened them back, you find George staring at you contently.

George found you to be absolutely breathtaking at that moment. The way the water droplets rolled down your skin, the way they hang at the edge of your eyelashes before dropping off, the way they passed your lips slowly at the curve, the way your hair slowly flatten down to your scalp.

"George?" Your voice brought him out of his trance, you were still under the showerhead and the water was still trickling down your body. So he did what he only thought was right.

He strode forward, his big hands cupping your face and George leaned in to kiss you.

He felt the water dropping across his skin, the warmth it brought somehow maximized the jittery feeling on his stomach every time he kissed you. You kissed back—of course you did, and your hands comfortably making their way to his now wet ginger hair.

George could taste the water sneaking into your lips, yet he didn't care. When he pulled away, he was absolutely wet from the showerhead and you were speechless at how mesmerizing he is.

You held him close to you, you kissed his freckled shoulder as you did, and he hugged your waist while caressing your wet hair gently, his lips at your temple.

You were naked, but you didn't feel any sexual feeling at that moment. All that matters were the warmth from the water droplets, and the warmth inside your heart.

Your chest was pressed against his, and you could feel his heartbeat quickening. You closed your eyes in content, the silent moment was worth everything.

The only sound was the water hitting your skin softly, and your breathing.

George had never felt so relaxed before. Being in there with you at a close proximity like that without any sexual intentions was just... heavenly. He never thought he could feel more content as he did with you, but you managed to surprise him every time.

The way you managed to warm up his heart like no other was always so unbelievable to him. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, lingering there for a moment to say everything he wanted to say to you in that kiss.

And somehow, you knew. You knew what he meant, and silently you kissed his shoulder, hoping the same message got delivered to him.

The flowers blooming inside his heart were going wild, and George didn't know if the heat on his face were due to the water or his blush, not that he minded. He let out a silent chuckle, the rumble of his chest vibrated to yours and you looked up to him.

George looked back at you and he cupped your face lovingly with one hand. A gentle smile spread across his face, and slowly a smile etched on yours as well.

"I think it's official now," George said, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What's official?"

A mischievous smile sneaked onto his lips, the light in his eyes flickered nothing but mischief, "I'm your shower buddy from now on."

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TWO GALLEONS, SIXTEEN SICKLES, AND EIGHT KNUTS — george weasley x baker! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: none

SUMMARY: when you enter the joke shop that just opened a street away from your bakery in diagon alley, you encounter one of the owners, george weasley. he give gives you a generous discount and you invite him to your bake shop for a few sweets.

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"UM HELLO?" you leaned against the counter and called for the man standing behind it.

"ah yes what can i do for you?" the redhead beamed.

"i have a nephew, he's 12 this year. what'd you recommend as a birthday gift for him?" you asked sweetly.

"perfect. how much?" you asked as you reached for your pouch of coins.

"two galleons, sixteen sickles, and nine knuts. but for a pretty lady like yourself, two galleons, sixteen sickles, and eight knuts."

"are you flirting with me..." you trailed off waiting for the man to introduce himself to you.

"george, george weasley."

"i'm y/n, nice to meet you. well, george weasley, are you giving me a discount because i'm a valued customer or is it because you're trying to hit on me?" you asked with a raised brow.

"well that depends on what your answer to my next question is." george rocked on the balls of his feet.

"ask away."

"would you like to grab a drink sometime? a meal perhaps?"

you placed the correct number of coins on the counter and picked the joke box up into your hand.

"well i happen to own the bakeshop just down the street, maybe swing by, have a taste of a few puddings, then i'll consider taking your offer up," you winked at george before whisking yourself out of the joke shop.

you returned to your bakeshop and flipped the sign over to signify that you were open.

you placed your things under the counter and put your apron on, tying your hair up into a ponytail.

the day brisked by as new, as well as regular customers came into the shop. you were famous for your lemon slices and they were always the first to be sold out. it was a quarter past five and the last customer of the day bought the last millionaire shortbread.

as you wish the customer a wonderful evening, you started packing up for the day. you cleaned out the display glass and wiped the few small round tables that leaned against the side of the shop.

the bell to the front entrance rang.

"we're all out for today, i'm sorry."

"i should've stopped by earlier," a familiar voice spoke.

"oh! george right?" you recognised the man from before.

"that's me. i was really hoping i'd get to try a few of what you had to offer. i'd always get a good whiff of freshly baked lemon slices whenever i walk past your shop in the mornings." george had a tone of disappointment.

"i was actually hoping you would visit today, so i saved you some of my favourites," you pulled out a pink cardboard box from the back kitchens.

george settled into one of the empty chairs as you sat opposite him, opening the box for him to have a look.

"may i?" george gestured to the selection in front of him.

"of course, go ahead. they're all for you," you smiled.

"mmm." george hummed as he took a bite out of the lemon slice, "that has got to be the most delectable thing i've ever tasted."

"oh you're too kind," a tint rose to your cheeks as the man's compliment left you flustered.

you and george spent the evening sharing the pile of sweets in front of the both of you and chatted about whatnot.

you learned that he went to hogwarts and you shared that you went to beauxbatons.

the two of you did not realise that the sun had set when two of you finished the box.

"thank you again for the sweets," george thanked as he popped the last bite of mini treacle tart in his mouth.

"your welcome, it's my pleasure," you smiled at the man.

"i would hundred percent volunteer myself to be your professional taste tester."

"i would love that," you tilted your head up to look at george, who towered over you in height.

"would you like to er go out sometime then?"

"well i can't go back on my words can i?" you reached for the notepad in your apron and scribbled down a string of numbers, "give me a ring sometime."

"will do," george put the piece of paper into his back pocket, "goodnight y/n."

"g'night george," you tiptoed to place a peck on his cheek as he blushed and disapparated away.

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cassiopeia-black-brenda · 2 years

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Promise a future

Here it is, my contribution to the Harry Potter writing event. I’m sorry it is a day late. I had to re-write it because it suddenly dissapeared from my laptop and shelduled posts. But I finished it again, and I like it so I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it too.

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Ever since headmaster Dumbledore announced that there would be a ball this year, all the girls have been talking about who was going with who, what dress to wear and how they wanted to be asked. There was no reason for me to worry about anything but what kind of dress I would be wearing. I’m assuming that me and my boyfriend would be going together. He hasn’t exactly asked me to go with him, but I don’t need him to. I already told him my dress would be red, and he told me he would get his tie in the same type of red so that we can match. So it was pretty clear that we would be going together.

However my friends keep telling me that he has to ask me out to the ball. After he is George Weasley, there is no way he wouldn’t ask his girlfriend in some big, outgoing way to be his date to the ball. More like they want to know what he would do, because there haven’t been a lot of wow factor ball proposals. I was fine with not being asked, but they were not fine with me not being asked. And that is how I found myself in this conversation for the so many’d time, as we were walking to the great hall, for a homework hour.

‘’ You only feel that way because the guy you want to go with, hasn’t asked you yet.’’ Alicia responded to get Katie to stop rambling.

‘’Oh come on, Y/n, aren’t you curious about how he is going to pop the question?’’

‘’You guys make it sound as if he is going to ask me to marry him, it’s just a ball.’’ I answered them for the tenth time this week.

‘’Just a ball, JUST A BALL. It is THE ball of the year, the only ball we’ve had in our six years of Hogwarts. Don’t you tell me it is JUST a ball.’’ Angelina signed as Katie continued her rant about how this was most definitely not just a ball.

‘’Just because Dave is an idiot does not mean you need to worry about my lovable idiot of a boyfriend.’’ I told Katie as she was pouting at us.

We entered the great hall, and were immediately greeted by the rest of our friend group.

’Hi, Love, what were you discussing?’’

‘’Hello ladies.’’ Lee greeted us first.

‘’How are you ladies doing this fine afternoon?’’ Fred asked winking at Angelina. He had told me he was planning on asking her to the Yule ball, so I was wondering if he was planning on asking her soon. ‘

‘’Do you want me to ask you to the ball?’’

‘’Hi, Georgie,’ I gave him a peck on the lips, ’they were talking about being asked out to the Yule ball.’’ I told him.

‘’More like, we were talking about why you had not asked her to be your date to the ball yet, George.’’ Katie told him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

George looked questioningly at me.

‘’But what about the romance, the big gestures of love, don’t you want her to know that you love her, and want the world to know that she will be your date and no one else’s?’’ Katie tried to reason with George.

‘’No’’ ‘’yes’’ I looked at Katie and Alicia.

‘’I did not think that I had to ask, we’ve been dating for 3 years now’’

I rolled my eyes at her dramatics.

‘’I suppose you have a point.’’ I looked at George in shock. ‘’I mean you did tell me, that a lot of guys have been asking you to be their date. Even though they know we’re dating.’’ He seemed to think for a moment. I knew it bothered him, when other guys would ask me out.

Just as I was about to tell George that it did not matter to me, some Ravenclaw guy, Rob I believe, came over to us. ‘’Hey, Y/n, I was wondering if I could ask you something?’’

‘’About the care of magical creatures homework?’’ I asked him, I couldn’t figure out what else he would be asking me about, as that was the only class I shared with him.

‘’No not about the homework.’’ He shrank back a bit as George glared at the guy. But he still seemed to get all his courage together to finish his thought process. ‘’I was wondering if you had a date to the Yule ball, and if you didn’t have a date yet, if you would like to go with me.’’

So that was what this was, I smiled appoletic at him.

‘’Sorry, I already have a date.’’ ‘’She already has a date.’’ George and I spoke at the same time.

George in a harsher tone than I had done. George pulled me closer to him, and put his arm around my waist. I gave Rob another appolotic smile as he hurried away. I quickly switched my attention from the Ravenclaw going back to his friends, to my loving boyfriend.

‘’I know, my love, but they don’t seem to know that, and Katie was right, doing something big and romantic for you is always something that is on my mind.’’ He seemed to get lost in his thoughts. Right as I was about to try and make sure that he was okay and that I did not need big, romantic and outgoing. Professor Snape walked in and told all of us to sit and start working in silence.

‘’Georgie?’’ ‘’Maybe I should ask you publicly?’’

‘’Because some guy I have one class with asked me out, I love you and no one else. I don’t need you to ask me to be your date. I know I am your date, and I have no intention of going with anybody else but you.’’ I tried to reassure him, I knew he got insecure sometimes.

George stayed quiet for the rest of the hour. I started working on a transfiguration essay that I needed to finished, deciding that I was going to talk to George after I was done.

I heard Fred talk to his younger Ron and to Harry about the ball, before throwing a piece of paper at Angelina, it was cute how he asked her out. I was surprised when Angelina agreed, I expected that she would tell him to ask her properly, as she had said no to other guys, because they hadn’t asked her in the right way. And then I heard a loud groan come from next to me. Katie had laid her head on the table, she seemed ready to cry.

‘’What’s with you now?’’ Alicia asked her. ‘’That wasn’t romantic and big, Fred fucking Weasley asked a girl to be his date, in a quiet way during homework hour, I wanted him to ask you with fireworks and explosions.’’ Katie explained all the while glaring at Fred as if he had just ruined her favourite pairs of shoes. All of us had a quiet laugh about it, before continuing our work.

~~~~Time skip, same pov~~~~

Two weeks later and the Yule ball was this weekend. George had decided that he was going to ask me properly and publicly, much to Katies excitement. He had gone all out, and made sure everyone knew he had asked me to be his date and that we would be going together. It was all people could talk about for a week. Katie was so happy about it, that you would think, she was the one who got asked out. Which did end up happening as Dave finally got the courage together to ask her out, after a little help. We were so done with her whining that we asked him why he hadn’t yet, we told him what he needed to do and when to ask her. She had been overjoyed and we agreed to never speak of this until their wedding.

My dress was finished and looked beautiful, we had gone shopping to buy all kinds of things to wear with our dresses. George had told me not to buy any necklaces. I had found it a little suspicious, but the girls told me it must mean that he wanted to pick one out for me to wear. The girls and I spend the rest of the weekend preparing ourselves for the ball. I always enjoyed this time of the year, Hogwarts always looked beautiful around Christmas, with everything turning white, and parts of the lake freezing. Hagrid aways took extra care to make everything outside look nice.

~~~~~Small time skip~~~~

The ball so far had been perfect, me and George had been having a great time, dancing and talking, just enjoying each other’s company. It was getting close to the end and some students had already left. As George took me outside. He gave me his jacked so that I wouldn’t be cold and we walked a little bit, before George stopped.

‘’So I’ve been thinking for a while and I decided that I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. I know were Young and that it is far to early to get married. And before you freak out love, I am not asking you to become my wife, just yet, no matter how good Y/n Weasley sounds.’’

I smiled at him, he had me worried, we had talked to about this before, I did not want to get married directly after finishing our time at Hogwarts and he had agreed. We wanted to explore our adult lives first. See who we would be outside of Hogwarts. What we would be like living together, before we made the decision to get married.

‘’ But I do know, that I want my future to include you, for you to be a part of everything my future holds. Whether the shops is a success or a failure. I want and need you to be there. And I realised as we were dancing together that I wanted this for the rest of my life, for every day that is to come.

I mean you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened in my life. You love me so unconditional, in a way I didn’t think was possible. I love everything about you.

The way you look at me, the love in your beautiful eyes. The way you smile when something good happens or you like something, the way it looks like the room is brighter when you’re in it. I love the way, how just thinking about you makes me happy.

I love how much you care about me, how you always make sure that when me and Fred are working on products, we still eat and take rest. I love how you care about our education and help us with studying, just to make sure we don’t get expelled and so mom won’t kill us.

How you always help us perfect our pranks and how we can always bounce of ideas with you. I love the way you make me feel. I just love everything you do and everything you make me feel.

I know I want nobody else. Knowing that you will be a part of my future is enough for me. And that is why I’m doing this. Why I want to make you this promise.’’

He fumbled around in the light snow for a bit. I heard him mumble something about having put it there. ‘’ah there it is.’’

I smiled at him, everything he just told me was so sweet, and only made me fall more in love with him.

‘’I wanted to promise you that we would be together no matter what comes when we leave Hogwarts. I wanted to promise you that one day I will propose to you. One day I will get down on one knee and ask you to make me the happiest man alive, and to marry me. I promise that one day you will be Y/n Weasley.’’ He showed me a package and opened it. Inside there was a beautiful necklace, with a small heart.

‘’I wanted to promise you a future together.’’ He walked behind me and put the necklage around my neck.

‘’I wanted to make a promise about our future.’’

He showed me that the heart could open and I saw a small picture of the two of us. My faviourite. Next to it was the engraved text. ‘’Our future, Our always.’’

I kissed the pendant, before giving George a soft, sweet kiss. ‘’I love it.’’

‘’The best part is that whenever you wear it, every guy who looks at it will see that you are my girlfriend and that I am for always yours.’’

He was referring to that on the front of the necklace it said Y/n & George.

This caused me to laugh. ‘’How did I get so lucky to love and be loved by an amazing guy like you?’’

‘’Don’t know but I am incredibly happy that things are the way they are.’’ We shared another kiss, ‘’Our always and forever, our future together.’’

We headed back inside. We found the others at the main entrance to the great hall, waiting for us. George and Fred started talking. Angeline started walking next to me.

‘’That the necklace he picked out for you?’’ ‘’Yeah.’’

‘’It’s cute.’’ ‘’It’s a promise’’

‘’for what?’’ ‘’for our future.’’

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The Love Club [Fred Weasley X Reader] 1

Chapter 1 [Here Now] - Chapter 2

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were proud to say they were a pureblooded family with their two children, yourself, as the oldest, and Draco, the younger child. With their high reputation, they weren't unheard of by the wizarding community, their name being spit out by many and praised by some.

Lucius had insisted to enroll you into Durmstrang but your mother heavily disagreed wanting you to stay closer to home meaning Hogwarts seemed to be the only option.

You were okay with that from what you've heard and read in your father's papers when he wasn't around.

At eleven years old you received your Hogwarts letter, your mom read it profusely before shoving it back into a drawer for later.

"Hurry, we'll be late," Your father drowned out, "Draco, you're staying here."

Draco simply glared at him, wanting to accompany you for getting your school supplies. You didn't detest the idea, but you made sure to leave him a hug before following your father into the fireplace.

He grabbed the powder, "Diagon Alley."

In a flash you were in Diagon Alley, Lucius holding your hand tightly for a brief moment.

He cleared his throat, directing you towards a shop full of animals, and after you came out with a bright orange owl with specks of brown and white in his feathers, "I have no idea why you chose that idiotic looking bird."

Lucius stared at the bird, "Detestable."

He hadn't let you utter a word before walking to Olivander's.

There you got your wand, Sycamore wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ½" and brittle flexibility.

" A phoenix core..." You cautiously held your new wand in your grasp, "Isn't that so... Cool...?"

"Quite rare." Lucius had noted.

Next was the book store, a place you weren't eager to visit. Yes, you did read books but not often, and now? You wouldn't want to read the rest of your summer away, trying to memorize crucial parts of the school books.

Lucius held the door for you, following you into the overcrowded store. "Don't wander off too far."

You had muttered a quick okay before shoving your way through the crowd. You had seemed to shove a red-haired boy a little too hard for his liking and another one seemed to show up before separating from their red-headed parents.

You walked down rows of books, not one sparking your interest.

Huffing in irritation you turned back around to find your father hoping he got everything that was on the list. You didn't notice a misplaced book on the ground.

On your knees, you followed the laughter with your eyes to see the culprits. You hadn't even questioned it with the way that cackled.

"You!" You jumped at them, a growl leaving your throat, " You two-"

"Are quite a nuisance." A cold stern voice cut in, your dad seemingly had appeared out of nowhere.

The two red-haired twins, as it looked, stopped laughing to stare at your father in weariness, now seeming to back up slightly.

"Malfoy."

The boys' father walked up behind the two, a look of pure distaste was painted on his face at seeing your father.

"Weasely."

A silence at through them, not once daring to speak. It was soon interrupted by the man's wife, her eyes had scanned you up and down before doing the same to your father.

"- Arthur. We gotta get goin' now."

They left right after that.

"Is that the owl you picked out?!" Draco sneered at the bird, "You are quite the ugliest thing I've ever seen."

"You little prat! Get out!" You sat up in your bed, your wand in hand.

"Why do you have your wand out?"

"Get out."

"I'm not in your room."

"Yes, you are!"

"No, technically I am not."

You glared at his stature that stood in front of your room, his feet not daring to cross the threshold.

"I thought he looked... pretty."

"Pretty ugly."

"Little twat..."

You laid back down, twisting your wand absentmindedly, letting your hair return to its normal color.

This was it, you were going to become a real witch.

A smile found its way onto your lips.

Your mom held you and Draco tightly next to her while Lucius glanced at the soon-to-be students of Hogwarts running around the platform, putting their trunks into each compartment.

"Now, if those... Weasleys... give you a hard time..." Lucius grumbled, his grip tight on his cane.

"I don't want you to leave..." Draco hung to your side tightly, you slowly patting his back.

"Draco, let her go. She needs to get on the train." Your mother scolded him slightly, not before giving you a bone-breaking hug, her eyes stinging slightly.

"I'll miss you my little love bug," Narcissa let you go, her fingers grasping your cheeks lightly.

"I'll write every day, mother."

Lucius cast a glance at you before letting himself give you a quick hug and with that and a long goodbye to your younger brother, you were off to Hogwarts.

Finding a compartment was easy as for those who sat in the same as you? Difficult.

After the book store run-in, you were already familiarized with the Weasleys before thanks to your father's and mother's rants and disdain for them, Lucius had told you more about them in his vent back to the Malfoy manor.

Now, you sat across from two red-haired twins that looked like they wouldn't give up the chance to throw you off the train and into its tracks.

It wasn't like you had insulted them, yet, but more as of they already had an idea of who you were.

Lucky for you, Lee Jordan, had sat next to you making conversation with the Weasleys while you ignored their eyes, prompting you to stare out the window admiring the scenery as best you could instead.

"Fred and George Weasley have a ring to it." Lee Jordan commented, his arms resting in his lap. He turned to you, "And who're you?"

"Malfoy. [Name] Malfoy."

"Malfoy, huh? I've heard of your family before... Purebloods."

You smirked, "Only the best."

"Jeez, you have an ego."

One of the two twins said, you not having figured which is which, aiming a blow to your pride which hadn't worked.

"Don't think I haven't heard of you Weasleys." You straightened your back, casting them a glance, "Blood traitors my parents say. Both your parents can't afford much, shame."

The twin on the left tried standing but his other twin on the right held him back muttering, "You don't hit girls."

"You consider her a girl...?"

Your hair flared a bright red, a snarl on your lips.

"First years! First years; this way!" A tall heavy-set man with a long beard shouted out, you following his orders.

The group of first years stopped to peer at the lake, boats littering the beauty of the lake.

"Four per boat, come on!"

You let out a breath of relief sitting down in a random boat with random soon-to-be classmates of yours.

The boats were enchanted it seemed like, touring the entire outside of the castle they call Hogwarts. The lights of the castle, the boats, memorized you in a serene state.

"It's breathtaking..."

Hagrid, his name that you learned by a quick introduction of himself, had led the class of first-years to the steps of the castle where a woman clad in emerald robes emerged from a door. "Thank you, Hagrid." The woman turned her back, "Follow along everyone!"

Stumbling after her, you made your way into the entrance hall, the walls were lit with flaming torches following the wall.

"I am Professor McGonagall. Welcome to Hogwarts," the lip tight teacher bellowed, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend your free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Professor McGonagall excused herself momentarily before coming right back, the group of first years now waiting anxiously in front of the large double doors that entered the banquet hall.

Soon enough you were allowed to walk in. Up high above everyone seemed to be the night sky, earning wows and awes from the first years.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats are sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you have a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The sorting hat was pulled out, finishing its song of the houses. You watched everyone around you clap at the song.

Names were called, houses clapped for each of their own.

"Malfoy! [Name] Black Malfoy." McGonagall called you out. You made your way to the stool where the hat rested. She raised the hat, allowing you to sit down.

Your eyes were covered from the hall.

"Malfoy, huh? Pure blooded, purists. I see ambition in you but also bravery," The hat monologued inside your head. Feeling an invasion of privacy, you tried blocking out random thoughts to its dismay. "You care for your title, yes? But you want to create your own... A little of Black is in you, yes..."

"Slytherin or... Gryffindor..." The hat mumbled aloud for enough to hear.

"Serious... I see... What do you wish? I see you've defended and stuck up for your brother... But you get what you want by no means... You also don't seem to care for your blood status... Is that right?"

'Slytherin', you frowned slightly. Why was it taking longer than you expected? Why did he try to make you question yourself?

"Alright then... SLYTHERIN!"

Your first two years at Hogwarts seemed to fly by you, you being elected as the Slytherin's Quidditch seeker, the first girl on the team after a long while.

You met your first cousin, a Hufflepuff, and a disgrace to your family.

Nymphadora Tonks.

Turns out she was just like you, a metamorphmagus.

She left Hogwarts your second year, her on her way to becoming an Auror.

You won the quidditch cup, crushing Gryffindor and the other houses, your second year, to the twin's dismay. You had gotten bludged to the head a few times.

It all seemed to fly by, and like that, here you were boarding the train with your little brother, Draco Malfoy.

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noodlesareokah · 6 months

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Broken (Pt2)

Pt1 Pt3

Warning: Mentions of grief, slight abuse, and mature language, not proof read.

Summary: He hasn't quite been the same since Fred's death

A hand slaps me across the face.

Hard.

I yelp and sit up, looking around the room, and locking eyes with none other than George Weasley.

I sigh, of course this was the way I woke up. He hasn't quite been the same since Fred's death.

My eyes well with tears at the thought of Fred's death. I should have saved him too.

I slide off the bed and slink to the dresser head down.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, though half to myself. George shows no reaction of hearing, No forgiveness for his cruel actions.

"Should have saved him too" I murmur to myself, as i slide on a pair of baggy white jeans and a t-shirt on.

I slip out of the room, avoiding George's angry gaze, and sneak out of to a bench on the porch of the small cottage.

I bring a hand to my face, inspecting my chewed nails, before selecting the longest one (Which isn't very long) and bringing it to my mouth. Chewing it anxiously.

Eventually I grow tired of sitting at the bench, and slip down the stairs into the direction of the forest.

#george weasley x you #george weasley x reader #georgeweasley #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem

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kneelesssharks · 3 years

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How to Lose the Lottery

Hi! This is my first actually story post on tumblr so please give me feedback! :)

George Weasley X fem!Reader (Muggle!au)

Inspo: this song

Summary: You’re remembering the night that you broke up with George Weasley. Looking back at your relationship you’re missing the good, but you can’t forget the last day you were together.

Warnings: Angst

If you have to go on one more ridiculous date you’ll scream. Ever since you and George broke up your friends had been insistent that you find someone else, or at least try and break out of your slump.

You had been with George since your second year at university. He had already graduated and was working on becoming a computer sciences professor. He was in grad school, and you were a beautiful, fresh faced sophomore. It seemed simple, he had a decent enough job that he had a nice apartment close to campus. You were just nineteen, he was twenty-three. It made sense, guys your age were focused on partying, rather than being responsible young adults.

Your first couple dates were fun, he’d taken you on the London Eye, and taken you for some really amazing food after. He was really sweeping you off your feet. A couple weeks into your relationship you started to spend more and more time at his apartment. You’d stay over on weekends and spend the week at your dorm to get your work done. Every Saturday morning you’d make pancakes in one of his old shirts he’d let you sleep in. You always woke up before him, used to your classes being earlier in the day, while he scheduled his for after ten am. He told you how much he loved waking up to you making breakfast in his shirt while playing music quietly as to not waking him up.

Every morning he’d walk up to you half asleep without a shirt on and wrap his arms around your waist, placing a light kiss on your temple before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He used to love hearing you giggle. Used to.

About a year into your relationship he’d asked you to move in with him. Obviously you were excited. This is the first long term serious relationship you had ever been in. You really felt like George was the one for you. You really loved him.

Then everything sort of... stopped. The hugs from the back, the sleeping in his t shirt, him waking up to drive you to class. Being together all the time made all the niceness of being together fall to the wayside. There wasn’t any excitement in your relationship, even when you’d tried to surprise George with dinner and a tight dress, with a beautiful and delicate lace lingerie on underneath, he’d be working late at the library. You’d changed out of your dress and into one of your pj sets and packed up the food into the fridge by the time George got home.

Then Angelina entered the picture. She was a transfer from Oxford that George had been assigned to show around the Comp Sci department. She was brilliant and beautiful, and closer to George’s age than you were. You were a little jealous of how perfect for George she seemed. She was tall and into computers too. Her and George even started to work on their projects together. Your first reaction was to worry, but you’d convinced yourself that you were being paranoid. That it was good for George to have a friend outside of Lee and his brother Fred. That you and George had built a relationship on trust, that there is no way that he would ever be willing to throw what you had built away.

Then it happened. One night in the heat of the summer, he came home really late. You were awake, waiting for him. Sitting in your pjs watching one of your favorite movies. You had already eaten your dinner and put his in the fridge to reheat if he was hungry when he got home. So when he came back at two in the morning, you were surprised to say the least.

“Hey babe, are you hungry? Do you want me to heat up your food,” you asked tiredly.

He dropped his bag on the ground and huffed, causing you to look over at him. He looked utterly defeated. You immediately stood up and went over to him. Your hands went to hold the sides of his face, but he gripped your wrists before you could touch him.

“George what the hell is going on,” you asked in a quiet worried voice. His face looked so guilty, he wouldn’t look into your eyes, your worry dropped, replaced by a sinking feeling in your stomach. “George, what did you do,” your voice was eerily calm as you pulled your hands from his grip.

His eyes finally meet yours. He looks teary, but not sad, not sorry for whatever he doesn’t want to tell you. “Y/N...” he started.

“Don’t bullshit me George just tell me what happened.” Your eyes started to fill with tears, dreading what he would tell you. He stayed quite as you quietly yelled, not wanting to wake the neighbors. His back slid down the door until he sat on the floor.

“I found someone else,” he said barely above a whisper. But you heard him. You wished you hadn’t.

Your jaw dropped and you backed against the wall that sat across from the door, the one that separated the kitchen from the living room in your shared apartment. You slid down as your throat felt like it was closing. You tried to blink back the tears, not wanting George to see them fall, but they slide down your cheek silently.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally looking up from the floor to look at your stunned and hurt face. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Is that supposed to make it better,” you ask, your voice betraying you and cracking. “Is that supposed to make all of this shit better? That you didn’t mean to ‘find someone else’ after we’ve been together for almost three years? When we live together,” your voice starts to raise, as tears fall down your face with reckless abandon.

“You have to know I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice is raised a bit now, his head squared as he finally has the courage to make eye contact with you.

“Oh,” you ruefully laugh, “well then it’s all better then isn’t it? I’ll tell you right now that it’s a little too fucking late to say that. To say that like you haven’t been hurting me for the last year of our fucking relationship.”

“It’s not my fault that you stopped trying for us,” he stood up.

“I stopped trying,” your feet launched you up. “I’m the one who cooks for you every single day. I’m not the one who won’t even get up to take my girlfriend to school when it’s five minutes away. I’m not the one who spends all of their free time away from their house as to avoid their girlfriend. No George, that was all you.”

“Oh don’t blame all of our issues on me. We both had a hand in the end of this relationship.”

You stormed into the bedroom to start packing some of your things to leave. You can’t stand to look at him for one more second, much less to stay in the same apartment with him for one more night.

“What the fuck happened to betting everything on us? You swore to me that you wanted to be with me for the rest of our lives. You told me that meeting me felt like winning the lottery. What happened to that? What? Some girl comes all the way from Oxford and all of a sudden all of that was bullshit?”

“Don’t bring Angelina into this, you know we were falling away from each other before she ever came into the picture,” George grabbed your arm to get you to look at him. His face morphed from his angry excuse making mug to something much softer, showing the small part of him that still cared at all for you. When he saw your tear stained face and the pure and painful hurt in your e/c eyes.

“Get the fuck off of me George,” you shoved him with all your strength. He didn’t even fight back as he fell to sit on the bed behind him. “I’m getting as much of my stuff as I can right now.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’ll stop by tomorrow when you’re in class and get the rest of it. I’ll leave my key on the counter. Then I never want to hear from you again. I don’t want to see you if I even hear your name anywhere close to me I’ll walk away.”

“You don’t have to do all that. It’s three in the morning you have nowhere to go. I’ll leave and you can stay here for tonight,” George sighs.

“I can’t stand to be anywhere that reminds me of you right now,” you glare at him over your shoulder. “I can stay at Cedric’s for the night and figure things out from there tomorrow.” George scoffs. You roll your eyes and turn to him. “What?”

“Of course you’re running to Cedric,” he bites.

“The hell do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” he rolls his eyes, “just seems convenient that you know you could go over to his place at this time of night. He always had a thing for you and you know it.”

You finish zipping your suitcase and stand up, looking at him. “Well it doesn’t matter now, does it? Because one of us already chose someone else.” You felt too calm. You knew you shouldn’t feel as relieved to leave as you do. That you should feel a little more crushed by the ending of your relationship. That you should be screaming and begging for more of an explanation. That it shouldn’t be as easy as it was to walk out on what you thought was going to be the rest of your life.

“Whatever, just go,” George’s eyes looked just as detached as you felt right now.

God, this is really ending, isn’t it.

#georgeweasley #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey angst #angst #harrypotter #harry potter #muggle au

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freddie-weaselbee · 3 years

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Everything You Do

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, love potion, small argument but honestly really fluffy

Summary: Y/N tries to get back at Fred for years of pranks, only to have her plan blow up in her face and she has to suffer the consequences for 48 hours.

Request: @darthwheezely i literally loved writing this so much and now magic’s gonna be stuck in my head for the next week so thanks for that

Word Count: 7.9k yeah I may have gotten a little carried away

Song: Magic by One Direction

A/N: For the sake of the story One Direction exists in the 90′s and Hogwarts has Muggle radios. Also I spent my Valentine’s Day writing this instead of actually doing something romantic because Fred owns my heart and real men don’t compare. That’s my excuse.

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“This is a really dumb idea.”

“I know, that’s what makes it so fun!”

Angelina Johnson was standing guard outside of a small broom closet while you were mixing together dozens of ingredients you had swiped from Snape’s storage room. He had been distracted punishing the troublemaking twins, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab everything you needed. Ironic how they were the ones who made it possible for you to enact your plan against them.

“I still can’t believe you roped me into this.” Angelina was one of your best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. The two of you had been inseparable for years, which meant she always had your back, even if that consisted of concocting a love potion for a certain redhead Gryffindor.

You added the last of your ingredients and continued to stir, being careful not to mess up the very specific directions for this spell. “C’mon Angie,” you said, “you know you want to get him back as much as I do.”

Angelina sighed heavily but didn’t argue. The two of you were usually on the receiving end of pranks from Fred and George and anything you ever planned to do to get them back failed miserably. But the second you overheard them talking about making love potions to sell an idea formed in your mind.

“It’s finished.” You poured the cauldron’s contents into a small vial before cleaning up any traces of your unlicensed actions. This small potion was about to make your life a lot more interesting. “You can get us into the kitchens, right Angie?”

The girl nodded and led you out of the closet and down abandoned corridors. Angelina’s prefect status had been extremely helpful in many cases, as no one would question why the two of you were out late. You could barely contain yourself as you thought about the chaos that would be happening in less than 24 hours. And by God did Fred Weasley deserve all that was coming to him.

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You had everything planned out. Angelina and you spent the night baking the potion into some brownies with the help of the house elves, a treat you knew Fred wouldn’t be able to resist. The plan was simple.

Angelina had asked George the other night if he would want to go on an early morning walk and get in some extra Quidditch practice, so it would only be Fred and Lee in their dorm room when they woke up. The way the potion worked was that, once consumed, the first person the victim makes eye contact with is the person they fall madly in love with for 48 hours. And you and Angelina had decided on the perfect person to be on the receiving end of Fred’s love. Lee Jordan.

While both Fred and George were responsible for the annoying pranks, Fred was always the instigator, which meant it was he who deserved revenge. Angelina had a soft spot for George and didn’t want to involve him in this prank. However, she had no reservations about seeing Lee, the boy who constantly flirted with her during Quidditch games, suffer from Fred’s pining for a few days.

You made your way to the boys dormitory, bouncing with excitement of the prospect of messing with the boy who would tease you to no end. You knocked loudly on the door, which you knew would only put Fred in a bad mood. But you didn’t care. He’d be feeling nothing but love and bliss shortly.

The door was jerked open and a tall mess of ginger hair was standing in front of you, clothed in only a pair of boxers that had cute little Gryffindor lions on them. You had to stifle a laugh and remind yourself that it’s probably not polite to knock on someone’s door early in the morning and proceed to stare at their crotch.

“What the bloody hell do you want?” he groaned, eyes still half closed.

“That’s not a nice way to greet someone who just brought you food, now is it Freddie?” His face changed as he registered your voice and finally opened his eyes wide enough to see you. A slight blush formed on his face as he realized the little clothing he was wearing, but it was quickly replaced by his signature cocky smile.

“And what can I do for you this morning, love?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the brownies from behind you, one of them normal and the other containing the love potion. “Angelina and I snuck out to the kitchens last night and snagged a bunch of brownies. I’ll give you one if you promise to leave me out of your pranks, at least for a little bit. I’m tired of waking up to centipedes in my bed and green dye dripping from my hair.”

Fred laughed and snatched the brownie you handed to him. “I appreciate the negotiation, darling, but it’s gonna take a lot more than some baked goods to get me out of your hair. Just ask my mum.”

He was about to take a bite from the brownie, you knew this was it. “You’re insufferable Weasley, I’ll see you in class.” You turned and walked away, counting the minutes until the fun would begin. A door slammed behind you and you assumed Fred had gone back to his bed. With a skip in your step you made your way back to your dorm.

You were about to open the door when you felt a rough hand on your shoulder. You gasped and spun around to see Fred towering over you.

“Sorry to scare you love, but I needed to ask you something.” Before you could stop yourself you looked up at him. In his right hand was the half eaten brownie. His eyes caught yours and you watched, horrified, as they glazed over. The spell had worked. But now you were the target of Fred’s love.

“Oh Godric, oh no.”

Fred’s expressions suddenly changed. His previous cheeky and somewhat nervous grin was gone, replaced with a lovesick smile. “Have you always looked this beautiful?”

You screamed and pushed him into your dorm room, casting a locking charm from the outside. You hoped Fred didn’t have his wand and that would buy you some time.

Sprinting back to Fred and Lee’s dorm you threw open the door and practically jumped on the dark haired boy sleeping tangled in his sheets.

“Lee, wake up wake up!”

He groaned and slapped your arm away but you wouldn't give up. It took all of your might but you rolled him off of his bed, and he gasped loudly as his limp body hit the floor.

“You’re an arse, you know that right?”

Lee finally sat up after he realized that pretending to be asleep would not stop you from frantically shaking him. As he rubbed his eyes and moved to get off the floor he saw the scared look that adorned your face.

“Lee…” you said in a panic, “I messed up.”

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George, true to his nature, was absolutely no help. Angelina had brought them back up early so she could check up on the plan, only to walk in on you groaning into Fred’s bed and Lee yelling about how you deserved it for trying to prank him. It only took a few minutes to fill George in, and he and Lee were both beside themselves imagining the possibilities of this turn of events.

“Guys shut up,” you said, slamming your head into one of Fred’s pillows. “This is serious. How am I supposed to deal with Fred being in love with me for two days?”

“I don’t know Y/N,” Lee began mockingly, “it must be really difficult. Not something you would want anyone to have to experience, huh?”

You threw the pillow at his face. “You deserved it Jordan, Angelina agrees.”

The other girl nodded hesitantly. “I did think it would be great to see Fred madly in love with Lee, but now that this has happened…” her face shone with a sly grin that was so rare to find on the prefect, “I think I want to see it play out.”

“You are all horrible people.”

George moved to sit next to you and rub your back. “Hey, don’t worry, love. Maybe the potion isn’t as bad as you thought? Maybe Fred’s not going as crazy as you expected.”

He was.

As you opened the door to your dorm you were engulfed in a bone crushing hug, one very similar to Molly Weasley’s embraces. “I missed you so much, don’t ever leave me for that long again!”

George and Lee had to walk away because they were laughing so much, leaving Angelina to stare at the scene in front of her.

“Umm, Fred,” she asked, peering into the bedroom, “what the hell did you do in here?”

Fred released you from his hold and you could finally see the mess that he created. Everything you owned was pulled from your trunks and scattered across the floor. Your uniform, your books, even your underwear was haphazardly thrown onto your sheets.

You and your roommate were glaring daggers at the boy in front of you, but if he noticed he didn’t care.

“You like it?” he asked. “I wanted to be as close to Y/N as I could while she was gone, so I spread all of her belongings out to make it feel like she was right next to me.” He said the last few words with a dramatic sigh and you smacked your head, hoping it would knock you out of whatever nightmare you were in.

You grabbed his hands in yours and led him back to his room, hoping too many people wouldn’t see him clad in only his underwear. “C’mon Freddie, let's get you dressed. We have a long two days ahead of us.

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You didn’t know if having most of your classes with Fred was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, at least he wasn’t skipping class to be with you all day and you could keep a close eye on him. On the other hand, you already had lost 50 house points and it wasn’t even lunch yet.

“You look stunning with your hair pulled back like that.” Instead of doing his potions assignment, Fred was bent over resting his head on his hand and staring at you mixing together your ingredients.

“And you look like an idiot standing like that, get back to work before we get in trouble again.” You thought that if you were rude to Fred then maybe he would get the hint and back off. But your potion turned out to be stronger than expected, and nothing you did could get him away from you.

He pushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear, letting his fingers linger for a few seconds. It made you blush furiously but you didn’t want to give the boy any satisfaction. “Back to work Fred, now.”

The ginger sighed and grabbed a few ingredients, not checking to see what they were. He hummed and danced around the table, throwing them in while he quietly sang a familiar tune.

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your own cauldron, before his hands were on your chin and your faces were inches away from each other. “Everything you do is magic, love. I could watch you all day.”

“I’m a witch, dummy. Of course everything I do is magic.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He went back to throwing random ingredients into his pot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the lovesick mess standing in front of you. That is, until the cauldron exploded.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Y/L/N, you insufferable idiots.” Of course Snape would blame you too. “Detention tonight.”

You groaned and slammed your head onto the table, but Fred just wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Isn’t that great? Now we can spend even more time together.”

“Don’t remind me Weasley.”

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The rest of the day had gone by surprisingly smoothly. George and Lee tried to distract Fred for a few hours to give you a little peace and quiet, but he always found his way back to your side. You started to attract odd glances as you moved through the castle with Fred’s hands intertwined with yours and his constant complimenting that made you turn even deeper shades of red.

You tried to avoid public spaces as much as possible. If people saw the way Fred was acting around you it wouldn’t take long for them to piece everything together and recognize the effects of a semi-illegal love potion. And you really didn’t want to be known as the girl who forced someone to fall in love with you, even if it was a complete accident.

However, dinner was difficult. Fred walked into the Great Hall with his arm draped over your shoulder, booping your nose and handing you a flower he had picked from the courtyard. You blushed and quickly put it in the pocket of your robe, hoping no one would notice. But they did.

“Finally!” someone shouted, and you turned to the Hufflepuff table to see Cedric Diggory yelling. “MacMillan, you owe me 5 galleons!”

You furrowed your brow in confusion and turned to look at Angelina and George, who avoided eye contact with you. “Guys, what is he talking about?”

The four of you sat down, followed by Lee. Fred’s arm stayed stuck to you, even when you tried to shove him off. Angelina looked a little sheepish as she took a seat in front of you.

“Well, we tried to keep it from you and Fred because we didn’t want it to get awkward, but…”

“Everyone has bets on when they thought you two were gonna shag, or at least snog or get together or something,” Lee piped up.

You looked between the faces of your friends, searching for a joke. “You’re kidding. I know you’re kidding.”

George just shook his head and gave a small laugh. “Nope. Everyone’s in on it too. Even heard McGonagall and Dumbledore discussing their bets.”

Your jaw dropped and you looked up at Fred. “Did you know about this?”

“The only thing I know, bunny, is how incredibly adorable you are.” He leaned his head on your shoulder and nuzzled himself into you, breathing in your scent.

Your mind started to race with what this meant. “Oh no, now everyone’s going to be paying attention to us! How am I supposed to explain it in two days when suddenly we’re back to normal and everyone’s asking what happened? I’m gonna be in so much trouble…”

“Better you than me,” said Lee, who was growing increasingly more glad that your plan backfired and he wasn’t the one having to deal with Fred.

“I hate this so much.” You tried your best to eat your dinner in peace, but with people congratulating you and passing around money the entire meal you started to lose your appetite. You completely lost it when you saw George grab a few sickles from a Ravenclaw student.

“You bet on this too?” He shrugged sheepishly and looked down to count the coins in his hands. “I told you, everyone knew you were gonna get together, might as well place my own bets on it.”

“Are you forgetting Georgie,” you said, starting to get angry with him, “that we’re not together?”

A few confused heads turned your way and you immediately quieted down. If you had to play along, then that was what you would do.

You stood up and grabbed Fred’s hand in yours. “C’mon, Fred, it’s time for detention. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes as you rushed out of the Great Hall, ignoring the comments thrown in your direction.

The two of you arrived in Snape’s classroom and you practically broke down the door, just ready to get all of this over with.

“Miss Y/L/N, please refrain from damaging my classroom any more than you and your idiot boyfriend already have.” The greasy professor stood in the corner, flipping through the pages of one of his potions books.

“He’s not an idiot, professor. And he’s not my--” you stopped yourself from correcting your teacher and instead opted for quietly dragging your ‘boyfriend’ over to where your detention assignment was.

“I want this room spotless, do you understand me? Not a speck of dust. And if I find out that you two have gotten up to anything...funny--”

“Trust me professor, you don’t have to worry about that.” You looked at Fred whose eyes were glassy and looking at you. You had to admit, the thought of something happening with Fred had crossed your mind in the past, but you knew it was only a fleeting thought. Besides, you would never take advantage of your best friend or anyone for that matter, especially when he was literally under a spell that made him fall in love with you. You’d have to be really careful with anything Fred did while the two of you were alone.

Snape set out a checklist for your tasks for the night before sweeping his cape dramatically and gliding out of his classroom.

“So,” Fred began with a sly grin, “now that we’re alone…”

“Not a chance Weasley. You’re under a love potion and I want to get this done quick so I can head to bed and pretend this day never happened. So let’s get to work.”

He pouted and tried to put his arm around your waist but you slapped it away. “I’m serious Fred. If you love me then you’ll help, ok?”

Fred’s expression changed quickly and he nodded with enthusiasm, grabbing all the supplies needed to begin cleaning. You couldn’t help but stare at your best friend gleefully prance around the room, sweeping all of the dust while humming that familiar tune under his breath.

Your mind went back to what your friends were saying earlier at dinner. Did everyone really think that you two would get together? I mean, you did always flirt with each other, but that was just how you were. Your personalities bounced off of each other so well, which led to you being practically inseparable for the past few years. Even after his pranks and jokes you could never be mad at him for more than a day, and you always found your way back to his side.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that the boy was suddenly right behind you. “Dance with me, my love?”

As you turned you saw him bowing with an arm extended to you, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him as his long red hair covered his face. “Fred, I told you, nothing’s gonna happen tonight.”

But he grabbed your hand anyways and pulled you tighter to him. “Who says anything has to happen? This is just a friendly dance with the love of my life.”

“There’s not even any music, how are we supposed to dance?” He dipped you down and pulled you back up to his chest. You hated to admit it, but his lovesick state was growing on you.

“We can dance to the beats of our hearts, my dear.” And the feelings were gone. You rolled your eyes at his tacky remark and had to remind yourself that this was just a fabrication of love and obsession that was created in a cauldron and consumed by your friend against his will. But some innocent dancing wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine,” you said, “we can dance for a little bit, but then we work, got it?”

He cupped your face and his thumb rested on your slightly parted lips. “Anything for you, my love.”

While you hated the cheesiness of Fred’s words, you had to admit that dancing haphazardly around the potions room, knocking over empty cauldrons and vials, was pretty fun. Fred hummed the song he had been humming nonstop for the past few days as he spun you around and pulled you back close.

There were many instances where he tried to press his lips to yours, but every time you would spin away and distract him with some more dancing. His smile grew wider and wider after every second, and you thought it was a sight you could get used to. You probably would have continued to dance all night, except for the fact that you tripped over the broom Fred used earlier and it reminded you that you had a punishment to fulfill.

But while you cleaned up the mess you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the ginger boy across the room, and wondering what it would be like to dance with the real him some day.

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You awoke with an awful crick in your neck and aches all over your body. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you realized that you weren’t in your dorm room lying on your comfy four poster bed. No, you had fallen asleep sitting against a wall of the potions room floor, with Fred laying his head on your lap, still fast asleep.

You blushed at the position, but selfishly stayed still for a few minutes, staring at the slow rising and falling of Fred’s chest. He’d always been the cuter twin in your opinion. Slightly shorter, but with a rounder face and less bumped nose than his brother. His soft features were a huge contrast to his sharp and blunt personality, and they balanced each other so perfectly.

He slowly shifted so his head was facing you, still laying on your lap. He looked up through his lashes, smiling softly.

“Hey beautiful, hope you slept well.” Your heart melted at his words, along with his deep morning voice. But you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. It would never be real.

“I reckon you slept fine, you had me as a pillow.” You lifted his head and shoved him off of you, standing up to brush yourself off. “I was stuck leaning against these cold walls with a 6’ 3” ginger laying on top of me. Best sleep of my life.”

That was when the reality of what happened actually kicked in. It was the next morning, and the two of you were still in your clothes from yesterday and still in Snape’s classroom, who was bound to return any minute.

“Shit.” You grabbed your friends hands and dragged him to the door. “C’mon Freddie, we have to get back to the Common Room before Snape sees us. Or someone else.”

“Who cares who sees love?” He stopped in his tracks which made you fly back into him. “I want the whole world to know how much I love my little angel.”

“I care who sees. And you don’t love me Fred, it’s the spell. C’mon let’s hurry up, please.” No matter how many times you tried to explain the love potion Fred just wouldn’t listen. But he finally decided to follow you through the labyrinth of the dungeon and back to Gryffindor tower.

You thought you were home free before you heard a voice from behind you. “Looks like someone had a fun night, didn’t she?”

You increased your pace and shouted back at the laughing figure, clad in green and silver. “Sod off Malfoy, it’s none of your business or anyone else’s for that matter.”

But he just continued to laugh and ran away, probably to tell his goons all about what he saw protruding from Snape’s classroom early in the morning.

“He’s a real arse, isn’t he, doll?” Fred’s words made a small smile spread on your face, glad that the potion didn’t take all of his personality away.

“Yeah he is, Freddie. Now let’s get you dressed and ready for class, ok?”

Fred grinned as you spoke the Gryffindor password to the fat lady. “Only if you promise to meet me in the courtyard for lunch. I have a surprise for you bunny.”

You pushed him through the door and back to his room. “Fine, but don’t call me bunny, ok?” He nodded reluctantly. “Oh and Fred?”

The boy turned around and stared at you dopily, hanging on to every word you said.

“Please give me my tie back. I see it in your pocket.”

Fred sighed and gave you his best puppy dog eyes, which almost worked. But he eventually grabbed the tie and handed it to you. “Just wanted something to remember you by, that’s all rabbit.”

“I think that’s worse than bunny. Now get dressed and meet me back here for class. And if anyone asks you where we were last night, you lie, ok? We were in our dorms.”

He nodded so hard you thought his head would fall off. “Yes ma’am! How about a goodbye kiss?”

You sighed and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s all you get. Now off you go Weasley.”

Fred skipped back into his dorm room and started singing some song, which quickly turned into a scream, making you assume that one of his roommates had attacked him for waking them up so early. One day down, one to go. Easy, right? But what scared you was you didn’t know if you wanted this to end or if you wanted it to continue forever.

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“He’s insufferable, Angie. How am I supposed to deal with this again? Especially alone.” It was only minutes away from when Fred was supposed to take you out to lunch, and you really didn’t want to see him, especially since you had no idea how to feel about him now.

Angelina smiled at you and sat down in the courtyard. “He can’t be that bad. It’s Fred!”

You gave her an ‘are you serious’ look. She nodded in understanding. “Yeah, ok it’s probably bad.”

“I just want things to go back to normal,” you groaned. “But that won’t even happen, because everyone thinks we’re dating now! Oh he’s gonna hate me when the potion wears off.”

“As if Fred could ever hate you, Y/N. You’re his favorite person, he’s said so himself.” Her words were not helping the internal crisis you were having.

“But what is everyone going to think? There’s no way they’ll believe we broke up after two days, and it’s not like Fred would play along and fake date me. I’m doomed.”

“You’re overdramatic, that’s what you are. We’ll figure it out, ok? And Fred will help once he’s back to normal. He could never get mad at you.”

“I hope you’re right. I just wish that he’d keep everything quiet and not make any big scenes.” The second you said that you saw Fred approaching you, but not from the ground. No, the drama queen decided to fly down on a broom, attracting everyone’s attention. “Oh great.”

“Have fun on your date you lovebirds!” Angelina called after you. You flipped her off as you walked to where Fred had landed.

“Hello lovely, care for a ride?” Everyone was staring at you and you wanted nothing more than to get out of there. A display like this probably wouldn’t have bothered you if it was with someone you were actually dating, but the more people saw you and Fred together the more complicated an explanation would be.

So you hopped on the back of his broom and whispered for him to fly away, fast. You zoomed through the air, away from the castle and down toward the Black Lake.

The strong lake air filled your nose as your hair whipped around your face at top speed. You wrapped your arms around Fred tighter as he made twists and turns in every direction, causing you to scream and laugh at his antics.

The afternoon sky was beautiful, and you took a mental note to do this again sometime, preferably with the man sitting in front of you.

Fred finally landed the broom on an open piece of land, wildflowers blooming all around and the wind whistling in your ears.

He grabbed your hand as you stepped off the broom and led you to a spot set up with a blanket and a basket of food.

“Freddie…” It was too much for you to take in. This love potion must have been powerful stuff to make him go out of his way to do this for you.

“Come here, dove, let’s eat.”

You were speechless as you sat down on the blanket and were handed an assortment of foods, from mini sandwiches to grapes and strawberries to cupcakes for dessert. Fred grinned at the shocked expression on your face.

“Fred, I...I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything, love.” He leaned in toward you, eyes flicking down to your lips. His beautiful, soft lips. At the last second before your lips met you grabbed a grape and plopped it into his mouth. Fred looked surprised at first, but he quickly recovered and did the same thing to you, feeding you a grape that he grabbed from the basket. This quickly turned into a food fight, with the two of you grabbing handfuls of fruit and chucking them at each other, diving out of the way and making barricades to protect yourselves.

You were laughing harder than you ever had before, so much so that the two of you lost track of time.

“Oh, shoot, Fred. It’s probably time for our next class.” You tried to grab all of the supplies and pull him over to his broom, but his big hands wrapped around you from behind and held you in place.

“Don’t leave, darling. I want to spend every minute of every day with you.” He rocked you from side to side, his words sending shivers down your back. You knew his words weren’t his. Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the real Fred Weasley talking. But that didn’t stop you for pretending that it was real, at least for a few seconds.

“Don’t say things like that, Freddie,” you said, unwrapping yourself from his hold. “You’re only making this harder than it already is.”

He followed you to the broom, you carrying the basket and blanket while tangling your arms around him again. You took off into the sky and you closed your eyes, soaking up every ounce of this fleeting beautiful moment.

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“So how are things with my brother going? Do I hear wedding bells in the future?”

You slapped George upside the head and huffed as you sat down for dinner, ignoring the laughs from your friends.

“Shut up, George, I’m just glad this day is almost over. All I have to do is make it through dinner and then we can go back to our dorms and go to bed.”

Lee gave you a suggestive smile. “Yeah, our dorms. Just like what you two did last night.”

George started cackling like a hyena and you smashed your hand over Lee’s mouth. “Don’t say one word about that,” you hissed. “Malfoy’s already talking to enough people, I don’t want Fred thinking I took advantage of him and slept with him while he was practically drugged!”

This seemed to get through to the boys and they quieted down.

“Nothing did happen though, right?” George was starting to get nervous, finally realizing what could’ve happened to his brother in this state.

You shook your head. “Of course not. Only some dancing and falling asleep in awkward positions.”

“I am so glad that wasn’t me then,” Lee joked, trying to lighten the mood. You smiled slightly and turned to look for the man of the hour.

“Hey, where is Fred anyways? We haven’t been apart for this long since he ate the brownie.”

As soon as you spoke your words, Angelina sprinted into the room and sat next to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your eyes went wide at Angelina’s words. “Angie, what are you talking about?”

Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, and in rode Fred on his broom, throwing rose petals from a basket he was carrying.

“Oh no,” you muttered.

“Oh yes,” said George, who tapped Colin Creevey and asked him to get as many pictures of this as possible.

Fred made a couple of laps around the hall and landed right in front of you. “Hello, lovely, are you ready for the show?”

You wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and hide for the rest of eternity, but Lee was holding you in place and you were forced to witness the monstrosity of what was about to happen.

Fred waved his wand at a nearby Muggle radio that he had planted, and the song he had been humming for the past few days came on, blaring louder than a normal radio should be able to. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Fred began to sing.

“Baby c’mon over I don’t care if people find out!”

George whistled at the scene and Creevey snapped a photo, the first of many to come.

“They say that we’re no good together and it’s never gonna work out.”

You scanned the room frantically, looking for someone to help you out of this situation. But even Dumbledore looked intrigued as he sat back in his seat.

“But, baby, you got me moving too fast,”

He kicked some food off of the table and it landed next to Malfoy, splattering his face with warm mashed potatoes.

“Cause I know you wanna be bad,”

Fred started to do a very provocative dance move involving his broom and you could hear dozens of girls cheering for him.

“And girl, when you’re looking like that, I can’t hold back!”

He held your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead before jumping on his broom and flying around the room, singing the chorus of the song at the top of his lungs.

“Cause you, you’ve got this spell on me!”

Oh if only he knew.

“I don’t know what to believe”

He did a loop on his broom and winked at you, making you smile against your will. No matter how annoying Fred was, especially under a love spell, he was still cute.

“Kiss you once, now I can’t leave! Cause everything you do is magic, but everything you do is magic.”

He continued the song getting louder with each verse and making occasional stops to give you a small peck on the cheeks or forehead.

After what felt like an eternity, the song died down and cheers from every table grew, even the Slytherins getting excited about the display.

Fred landed next to you and sat down, hugging you tightly into his chest. “I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart.”

You felt yourself give in to your desires and you hugged him back tightly. “I love you too Weasley. More than you’ll ever know.”

He finally released you and you went back to your meals, your red blush not once leaving your face throughout dinner. After you and your friends finished you made your way back to your rooms.

“I think I’m gonna turn in early Freddie, ok?” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you stepped into your room and started getting ready for bed. As you brushed your teeth and put on your pjs, the events from the past few days raced through your head. You pushed the thoughts out of your mind. After tomorrow morning, they wouldn’t matter. You and Fred would be back to your normal friendly selves and you would be struggling to come up with a way to justify the scene he had made in front of the entire school.

As you pulled the covers up over your body you heard a shy knock on the door. Assuming it was Angelina you yelled for her to come in, only to see Fred standing in the doorway looking at you.

You sat up slowly and gazed at the tall man, the one you felt yourself falling for even more in the past two days. “What’s up Freddie, are you alright?”

He nodded and made his way to sit on your bed. “I can’t sleep. Wanna sleep here with you. Can I sleep with you my love?”

You blushed at his words but nodded, scooting over to let him crawl into bed with you. You made sure to stay as far away from Fred as possible, but it didn’t help that he was constantly trying to pull you closer.

“Fred,” you said, shifting out of his hold once again. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not in your right mind and I don’t want normal Fred to wake up and wonder why we’re laying together.”

“But I wanna be here with you, pumpkin.”

You sat up again and adjusted the pillows underneath him so he would be comfortable. “How about you sleep here and I can lay on the floor, ok? That way I’m still close to you.”

Fred whimpered at the lack of heat from your body, but he nodded as you made a makeshift bed on the ground. Two days in a row sleeping on the floor. You guessed this was payback for ever thinking you could get back at Fred Weasley.

You slowly fell asleep on the ground, listening to Fred’s soft breathing and your own pounding heart. Everything would be different in the morning. Everything would be normal again.

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You woke up early again, more aches and pains haunting your body. Groaning, you sat up to look for Fred, but he had disappeared. Had the potion worn off and he decided to head to his own bed? No, it wasn’t a full 48 hours yet, there was still a little time left.

Your bathroom door shot open and out bounced Fred, looking more energetic than you had ever seen him this early in the morning.

“Glad you’re up, love. I’ve got something to show you.”

Before you could protest, Fred was dragging you out of the Gryffindor tower and straight to the Astronomy Tower, which was usually empty this time of day. You were still clad in your pajamas but you figured no one would see you this early.

You made your way to the top and saw what Fred had meant. There was another blanket set up, but with a radio sitting on it instead of a basket of food.

“I figured we could watch the sunrise together, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear, before pulling you onto the blanket with him.

Fred turned on the radio and some soft music began to play. He threw his arm around your shoulders but you shrugged it off, knowing that the potion was going to wear off any minute now.

“Y/N?” Fred asked.

You looked at him tilted your head, gesturing for him to continue.

“You know I love you, right?”

The look in his eyes made you want to break down. He was so beautiful, sitting in the glow of the sunrise. His eyes gleamed brown and gold, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them.

“Yeah, Freddie. I know. Right now you do.”

Fred looked like he was about to say something else, when he started to get dizzy and he had to steady himself by holding onto your shoulders.

“Fred, are you alright?”

He didn’t answer, but instead took a deep breath and looked up at you.

Fred shot away faster than a snitch at a Quidditch game, and you knew this was it. Your prank was over.

“Y/N? What, how…? What’s going on? Did I just say I loved you? Bloody hell…” Fred’s head was spinning and you tried to calm him down.

“Hey, it’s alright, don’t worry Fred.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him closer to you. “What do you remember?”

You didn’t know how this specific love potion worked in regards to memories. Whether Fred would completely forget the last two days or if he would remember them completely, you had no idea. Either way you planned on filling him in on everything. He deserved to know.

“I, umm, I remember eating a brownie, and, and I needed to tell you something, but you looked too beautiful and I couldn’t. And all I wanted to do was tell you how amazing and incredible you are...and there was detention, and a picnic, and--did I really sing that song to you in front of everyone?”

You laughed at the boy who finally felt the embarrassment of his actions. “Yes you did Freddie, but it’s not your fault.”

He furrowed his brow at you. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you began, “you know how you’re an insufferable twat who likes to prank me all the time?”

Fred smiled and gently nudged your shoulder. “That I do know, continue.”

“So, Angelina and I decided to get back at you, using my expertise in potions.”

His face dropped. “Potions? What potions? Did you use a potion on me?”

You felt horrible having to explain this to your friend. While nothing bad happened during the last two days, you couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Fred. “You see, we sort of concocted a love potion to give you, as a joke--”

“What?” he screamed incredulously.

You jumped as he spoke and he pulled his hands back from you.

“A love potion? Are you serious?”

“I-I’m sorry Freddie, we didn’t think you’d get this upset, it was honestly--”

“So this… all of this?” Fred looked as if he was going to explode. He was tugging at his hair so hard you expected him to pull it out. “You toyed with me? You played with my feelings? So everything I’ve felt for you the last year has been nothing more than a stupid love potion?”

You were taken aback by his harsh words, dumbstruck by the side of Fred you’d never seen before. He was furious, and not at Snape or Malfoy like usual. He was furious with you.

“Fred, what--”

“I can’t believe you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the summer and now I find out that my feelings aren’t even real, just one big joke. Is that all I am? Just a joke to you?”

What was he talking about? The potion didn’t make up false memories of love. He shouldn’t have been in love with you for longer than the 48 hours. You reached forward to put your hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

“Freddie,” you began, “we gave you the potion two days ago. Everything else was...not our doing. I promise you that. We just thought it would be a fun joke and we knew it would rub off quickly. But I swear, we haven’t been toying with you. I care about you too much to do that.”

You’d never seen Fred look more confused in his entire life, and that was counting the time that you took polyjuice to make yourself look like him and convince him that you were his long lost triplet.

“You...I...only two days?” He turned to face the edge of the tower, staring into the sunrise. You moved with him and ended up sitting in front of him, so close that you were practically on his lap.

“I gave you the potion thinking that you were going to fall in love with Lee. But you of course had to ruin the plan and fall in love with me instead. Everything you’ve been feeling for the past two days in fake. But other than that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your brain was racing with possibilities of what he could mean about the last year. It settled on one, but there was no way that could be it.

You rubbed your thumb over Fred’s knuckles soothingly as you watched him try to comprehend what was going on. “So, the butterflies I got when I saw you in a swimsuit over the summer? The way my heart beats faster every time you look at me? The way I can feel myself falling in love with everything you do? That’s not...that’s not fake?”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Butterflies? Heart beating? Falling in love? “Fred, if this is some sort of reverse joke to get back at me it’s not funny at all.”

He shifted and pulled you into a tight hug as he noticed your vulnerability, so uncommon with you. “Of course this isn’t a joke, love. But you have to tell me, was it all real? Please tell me it was all real and that the potion’s over with now.”

You smiled and felt small tears prick your eyes. “The potions over, Freddie. Whatever you felt before and whatever you feel now...it’s real. There’s no spell on you anymore.”

Fred pulled back from the hug and cupped your cheek in his hands. His eyes seared into yours and you never wanted to look away. “Y’know,” you whispered, “sometimes I wonder if you’ve got me under a spell.”

Fred laughed and twisted your hair in his fingers. You thought he had never looked more handsome laughing at you in the morning light. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, love.”

You scoffed at his remark. “You got up and sang that to me in front of the entire school!” you nearly shouted, slapping his chest.

“Yeah, while I was literally under a love potion that you gave me! Just that desperate for me, are you?”

You knew he was joking, but he was poking at the truth. “Maybe I am Freddie, maybe I--”

But you didn’t have time to finish, because you were cut off by his lips on yours. It caught you by surprise, but it wasn’t long until you melted into the kiss. His one hand rested on the small of your back and the other moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

You sighed into the long overdue kiss and crawled on top of the love of your life, straddling his hips.

Your hands played with his hair like they had countless times before, but this time it was different. This time it really meant something, to the both of you. Fred pulled you closer and you shifted so you were pushing him onto his back. Unfortunately, neither of you were very aware of your surroundings and his head hit the radio, forcing it to change stations.

The two of you giggled and continued to make out in the morning sun, but you stopped once you heard the song that came on.

“Is that…” you asked.

“It can’t be. There’s no way.”

But the radio was without a doubt playing the song that the whole school was now familiar with. You sat up and stared at Fred, eyes asking him if he somehow planned this.

Fred just shrugged and pulled you back onto him. “Must be magic love.” You smiled and went in to kiss him again. As the song ended Fred spoke the last lyrics into you, sending shivers down your spine.

“But everything you do is magic.”

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