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rainreignrayn · 2 years

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Obliviate (Chapter 3: Deep Dark)

Hermione opened her eyes to the slithers of sunlight the following morning with another number crawling through her mind. Each morning it was a different number, and always one less than the morning before. As of now, the number stood at fifteen and Hermione came to the realization that she could no longer stand fives (just as yesterday, she could no longer stand sixes—a vicious cycle, indeed).

She let her bones melt into the aged mattress below her, letting the quiet of the late morning sink in, her thoughts floating around without interruption. No hushed tones from Parvati and Lavender, no clanking noises from their adjacent bathroom—

Why weren’t there any clanking noises from their adjacent bathroom?

Hermione tore her flimsy covers off and grabbed for her watch on her bedside table, reading that she had slept halfway through DADA. Cursing Parvati and Lavender and Harry and Ron and anyone else who could have saved her from being late, Hermione wordlessly spelled her hair neat while sliding on her skirt and robes. Within less than a minute she was out the door and headed down the stairs, cleaning out her mouth as she did so. By the time she reached the door of the Defense classroom, Hermione had been awake for a total of six minutes and was entirely breathless.

The second she collected herself, readjusting her bag, the door swung open and out drawled Snape’s voice. “Come to join us, Miss Granger?”

Hermione pasted a demure smile onto her face as she paced forward quickly, the chamber door falling shut behind her. “Yes, sorry, Professor,” she mumbled while taking the nearest seat in the back. “I had just—”

“It’s Headmaster, Mudblood,” Gregory Goyle sneered from beside her. “And get your filth away from me,” he said, leaning away.

Goodness, Godric, and everything in between. Was there really no other open spot? Hermione glanced to where Ron and Harry sat, eyes down and jaw clenched.

She knew it wasn’t out of concern for her.

No, it was because they had to sit right in front of Dumbledore’s killer—hear his voice, take his verbal abuse, yield to his newfound authority—and stay hush about everything they knew. All of a sudden, Hermione was grateful to have found herself surrounded by a pack of Slytherins to the left of the room. If she hadn’t been, nothing would have shielded her from her own mind. At least she could be kept occupied by Goyle’s stench and limited vocabulary.

Snape took a long look at the lone Gryffindor and turned back to writing on the board, leaving the students to their assigned research. When the room began to fill with whispering partners once more, Hermione (to Goyle’s visible disgust) leaned closer and murmured, “I’ll keep that in mind... Greg.” She threw in an eyelash flutter just for shits and giggles.

She then ignored the choking noise behind her and the muffled slap that followed.

To Goyle’s credit, he held in his vomit as he scooted his seat towards the other end of the table. Goal: achieved. Holding in her grin, Hermione’s gaze drifted back towards Harry and Ron, both of whom were muttering to the other as they wrote down meaningless notes. She didn’t understand why it sent a pang through her chest. It felt like that every time she looked at them, ever since Dumbledore died. Harry and Ron, and Hermione. Not Harry and Ron and Hermione. As far as she knew, they didn’t even come looking for her when she didn’t meet them for breakfast or missed Potions with Slughorn. It felt like her first month at Hogwarts all over again.

As she shuffled out of the room at the end of the period, she realized that once again, she did not see Draco.

By the time lunch came around, Hermione had decided that something was wrong. Walking into the Great Hall she immediately turned her head to the Slytherin table and subtly held her attention there the entire break. Not once did a beautiful head of hair take a seat—but several times did two sets of dark eyes meet hers. Just as the previous morning. This time, however, the two boys looked worn out and empty. The only people she’d ever seen them with was Draco and, occasionally, Pansy Parkinson. Hermione would have assumed the pair were off screwing in a back hall or something of the like, except for the small fact that Parkinson was currently glaring at her from across the way. The three (or four, to be technical) of them formed a disjointed triangle. Pansy near the west end of her table, Theo and Blaise in the middle, and Hermione in between both from her own House.

She couldn’t understand why Blaise and Theo kept trying to make eye contact with her, but she assumed it was out of boredom seeing as they never tried to interact with or approach her anywhere else.

But she knew for certain now that something was wrong—it didn’t look to her that Pansy was aware anything was off—and the two Slytherin boys were right in the center of it.

Hermione had no reason to divert her questioning stares like she had to do yesterday, seeing as how Harry and Ron were with Seamus, Neville, and another good portion of their Herbology class to examine a new stretch of gillyweed peeking out of the Black Lake’s shores. Ginny was likely to be with them, as well—ever since Hermione had made that “our days are numbered” comment, she had noticed both Ron and Harry making an effort to spend their free time with their fellow Gryffindors (and Luna, of course). It was Hermione that had given up. To her, what happens will happen. If she tried to force herself to enjoy her remaining time with her friends, she would get stuck thinking about the impending escapade and the rising war and—

Running and shouting broke Hermione out of her mind-prison as students raced past her, dark robes with ties of all shades creating a massive blur. Some had confused faces, others excited, but most were worried—and all were headed to the Black Lake. Her friends. What happened?

Hermione swung her legs around the bench and shouldered her bag, exchanging equally confused and concerned looks with Theo and Blaise from across the hall. Then they were running.

They followed the crowd down the hall and out the massive doors that led to the courtyard, and Hermione had to push her way through the throng of students and professors. She nearly lost her footing and tumbled down the hill, which is exactly what happened to Theo when she noticed him skidding and rolling ahead of her.

Hermione was unnerved—because it was deadly silent. No sign of the Herbology students. Had Death Eaters breached? The thought of another attack made her freeze in fear. She didn’t even get to say goodbye—

A spell whipped past Hermione’s ear from the hill above and dove straight into the murky waters of the lake. She registered the shaky voice that casted it a moment later—Flitwick. Hermione, Blaise, and Theo were all standing together, just panting and staring. All three were covered in mud, but no one said a word. They were waiting with terror.

Not a minute had passed when streaks of red and gold filled the sky, and angry Gryffindors on brooms circled the lake. Spell after curse after hex tainted the air with a musty fog, lingering along the surface of the black water.

Harry was leading the attack on water.

Overlapping shouts of “Let him go! ” from the Gryffindors on brooms tore through every breath that was held back in the crowd. Professors began pushing through the horde of students, waving their wand in meaningless warning.

“Mr. Potter! ” Professor McGonagall shrieked from the cliffside that covered the Slytherin dormitories. “Get down from there right this instant! Whatever is the matter, I assure you—”

An enraged “Bombardo” from Seamus sent the shoreside trembling.

“No, stop!” Hermione gasped out, her stance faltering. “Harry, stop—stop, no, Harry! ” Hermione stumbled forward and tried running towards the edge of the lake.

She could hear Theo following behind her. “Mudblood, wait—” he said, pulling her back by the arm—

But Ginny’s Incendio fed on the black water like it was gasoline, and the waves of flame singed Theo and Hermione, who were closest to the lake. Combined with all the other jinxes thrown at once, the two were knocked back onto their arses with Hermione falling into Theo.

Hermione felt another arm yanking her up and away, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the mess before her. Her throat closed up and she tried to move forward again, but the arm latched itself around her ribcage as the other barred down across her neck and shoulders. The body staggered her backward, wordlessly.

Tears began to well up in Hermione’s eyes, but she forced them back. She wasn’t one to cry in battle, but the confusion of the current situation bled through her skin and sanity. “The—they’re going to get hurt,” Hermione stammered. “They’re defenseless, they didn’t do anything—”

Theo, who had backed away along with Hermione (and Blaise, she had assumed) scoffed in her face, albeit a little distraught at seeing her tears. “Please, Granger, your precious Gryffindors are anything but defenseless—”

“Fuck them, Theo! It’s the mermen that are being attacked right now! Who knows if—if they have shelter or if anyone’s already been hurt! They’ve never been attacked before, at least I don’t think, but—”

Hermione cut off her panicked rant when she saw Theo’s eyes widen, and he looked behind her at Blaise, who had also frozen against her.

By the look in his eyes, it was not the mermen Theo held concern for.

“The…” He let out a breath of tension. “Malfoy, it’s the—”

And then a massive tentacle erupted from the surface of the water, sending everyone into a frenzy. Students screamed and ran back towards the castle as the professors gaped in shock at the deep green—nearly black—limb of Hogwarts’ resident giant squid rose high above, casting a great shadow over the courtyard, blocking out the afternoon sun.

Hermione remembered reading about the famous redwood trees in America. Known to be absolutely gargantuan—and secretly home to one of the seven secret societies of free elves and faeries. Her father had once gifted her a book on the world’s natural landscapes, and that was where she had seen her first and only picture of a redwood tree, a woman standing before it with her arms stretched out.

The giant squid’s tentacle was, as Hermione estimated in distress, about a size and a half larger than a redwood—and in its grip, writhing high, high, high in the air was one Ron Weasley, arms stretched out.

Harry, Ginny, Neville, and the other Gryffindors looked like flies. That was to say, until a second tentacle rippled out and gripped the end of Neville’s broom, sending the tumbling towards the dark abyss—

Until Snape’s Levicorpus pulled him away and into the growing group of professors.

Her friends now looked like atoms.

One by one, professors began to follow Snape’s lead. One by one, they pulled the Herbology students out from harm’s way, even as each struggled and threw hex after hex at the squid. The second everyone besides Ron was brought to the ground, the professors began their own attack on the squid and Hermione couldn’t look away.

She watched each spell land its blow, ripping open the slimy skin of the squid as it leaked a dark, violet liquid. Hermione didn’t physically hear anything but a low rumble, but she felt the ground quaking unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It rattled her very bones. The squid was hurt—and though she couldn’t make out the faces of her friends on the cliff across the way, she knew they all felt it too. Knew it too.

She heard McGonagall shout something but Hermione couldn’t make it out with the cacophony around her and the boys. Right after, though, the group of professors and Gryffindors let out a fierce mix of “Immobulus ” and “Incarcerous ” all at once.

They were met with a resounding silence, with only Ron’s sobbing filling the air. A muttered Levicorpus brought him back to land, and another united “Stupefy!” made the squid drop. Wave after wave rushed at Hermione and the boys, but she didn’t really process it. Didn’t process Theo’s shouting, or that the body holding her rapidly dragged her up the hill, nearly carrying her.

All she could see was the group of Gryffindors enveloping Ron in a mammoth hug, collectively sobbing and cheering and fretting about—and here she was, leaning against two Slytherins with escaped tears tracking down her face. She once again saw her world as yet another disjointed triangle: the castle courtyard above, teeming with confused and apprehensive students; the cliff above and away to the east with her professors and friends; and then her, with Theo, Blaise, and—

Draco?

When had he even gotten here? Why was he holding her so tightly, and why did he have a purple bruise circling his eye?

Hermione stood up quickly in shock, not yet processing the fact that he had been the one to hold her back, to drag her up the hill, to let her take him to the ground with him as she fell and subconsciously offer her shelter with the curve of his own body.

His silver eyes tilted up to where she stood and locked with her hazel ones, equally as shocked, as if he himself couldn’t understand which ghost in Hogwarts had possessed him to do those things.

Those unnecessary, uninvited, awful, beautiful things.

Blaise cleared his throat and stepped forward towards Hermione, hands facing up towards her in caution. She must have been akin to a doe in headlights.

Hermione noticed that his hands were dripping with water. She looked down and saw his robes and pants were drenched, as well. All four of them, in fact, were soggier than Ron’s pancakes after he had been handed the syrup.

“Are you alright, Grang—”

Blaise was interrupted by Snape’s booming voice, amplified to reach every corner of Hogwarts’ grounds. “All students are to head directly back to their dormitories and remain there until instructed otherwise. If you are caught roaming the halls you will be in violation of your student code of conduct and each professor will be notified immediately. Three weeks of detention will be implemented—and owls will be sent back home.”

The last seven words emptied the courtyard within seconds. Silently, Draco stood up. The group trudged up the hill, entered through the same doors they had raced out of, and parted ways.

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veryglaucous · 6 months

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could anyone please gimme links to fanfics where ginny acts like a younger version of the weasley twins??

#ginny weasely #the weasly twins #harry potter fanfiction

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justtwotired · 9 months

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Hey can you please write a Victor krum story with a shy fem reader (reader is a weasley)! And her brothers find out about her and krum and they get over protective!! Thank you so much I love your work!

Yes! Of course, I really like this request actually! I think Krum is actually really sweet I’m even though he doesn’t seem like it!

Hermione and Y/n giggled as they read the letter Krum had sent the girl. He explained how he thought she was so beautiful and if she wanted to go to the ball with him.

The two had been seeing each other for a while now and Y/n was so happy he asked her out. “That is so sweet! you have to say yes!” Hermione said excitedly and the girl nodded. “Of course I’m saying yes, I’ve been waiting for this ever since our kiss two days ago, I really hoped her ask me out.” She said and Hermione squealed.

“You are not to tell Ron and the twins though, they’d kill him.” Ginny said from behind them as she leaned on the common room couch. “Obviously we aren’t telling them anything, they’d ruin it all.” Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Not tell us what?” Ron asked as he, Harry and the twins walked in. “None of your business.” Y/n grumbled and folded the letter. “Now, now little sister, don’t be mean, tell us what’s going on.” George grinned.

“Shove off, you three.” Ginny said as she pushed Ron who came to stand next to her away. “Hey stop that! I am just standing.” He said annoyed.

“Oh, look at this, it wouldn’t have to do anything with what you aren’t telling us, does it?” Fred suddenly fished the letter out of Y/n’s hands and she gasped and tried to grab it back but George held her back.

Fred then proceeded to dramatically read the letter and the boys chuckled a bit Ginny tried grabbing it from him but he stepped out of the way and held it out of her reach.

“Such an adorable letter.” Fred teased. “Now let’s see who sent you this.” He grinned and looked at the name, his smile immediately dropping. “Krum? Bloody Krum sent you this?” He asked pointing the letter at her accusingly.

“Yeah? So what?” She said annoyed and grappled the letter away from his hands. “Obviously she’s going to say no!” Ron said. “You are right?” He turned to her.

“No! No I won’t say no! I will accept if of course! He’s really sweet.” She sis sand the three huffed and rolled their eyes. “Krum? He’s the opposite of sweet, besides, he’s the enemy.” George bellowed.

The three girls huffed and ignored them, heading to their dorms, Ginny joining Hermione and Y/n in their dorm.

“They are such morons, they can’t tell me what to do!” The girl said angrily. “Just ignore them, we’re going dress shopping tomorrow, and we won’t talk to them till they apologise!” Ginny said and the other two agreed.

So that’s what they did, they ignored the boys, except for Harry, as he didn’t really mind at all. They went dress shopping, Hermione got a beautiful blue gown, Ginny a green one with pink ribbons and Y/n got a long red dress along with a new pair of red earrings.

Later that day, Ron approached and they walked past him and didn’t say anything. He called after them but they just ignored it again.

The night of the ball, the three had gotten ready together, helping each other with make up and hair. They looked beautiful to say the least. Ginny was going with Neville and Hermione- who had broke and talked to Ron again, went with him, after he had cowardly asked her.

The girls walked down the stairs and many stared as they headed for their dates. “Y/n.” Krum greeted with his Bulgarian accent, making her name sound rather weird, but she didn’t mind. “Victor.” She greeted back.

He kissed her hand like a true gentle man and she giggled, making him smile. Putting a gentle hand on her waist, they walked to McGonagall who was gathering the champions and their dates.

Soon, the five champions opened the dance, Y/n had gotten way to much practice from her mother when she was younger, and Krum, somehow was a very good dancer.

As they danced, they suddenly heard yelling. “I see where that hand is, Krum! Not to low aye!” It was Fred and Y/n’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “If you try anything I will hex you!” George’s voice sounded.

“We know lots of hexes! You probably wouldn’t be able to handle the second task after!” Fred agreed and their two little sisters glared at them and McGonagall had to shush them.

After the opening dance, the real party began and the students all danced and had fun. Krum twirled her around when suddenly she was pulled away. “If you don’t mind, we need to have a brother sister dance.” Fred said and took his sister away. She broke away from him and hit his shoulder.

“Stop being an arse!” She said annoyed. “I am protecting you!” He said and she rolled her eyes. “No, you’re being annoying, leave me alone, let me have fun for once.” She said and headed back for Krum.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She said and he smiled. “It is alright.” He said and they continued their night.

“Hey, Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?” Ron’s voice sounded and she turned to him. “I swear to Merlin Ron, if you do not go back to Hermione I will hex you to the next century.” She said angrily and he ran off.

It had been the third time that night that he had come to interrupt them and she was so done with it.

When the night ended, he thanked her for the time they had. “I would like to show you Bulgaria some time when the tournament is over.” He said and her smile grew. “I would love that!” She said excitedly.

“That is great!” He beamed at her when the shrill voice of Karkaroff interrupted them and he looked rather annoyed. “Krum? Are you coming? We need to get back to the ship.” He said and he called back that he would be there.

“I will see you tomorrow?” He asked and she nodded. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her. She smiled and kissed him back, feeling her cheeks flush.

“Goodnight.” He said when they pulled apart. With a last kiss on her cheek he left making her breath a laugh at the amazing night she just had. Yeah, run off back to your ship.” She turned around annoyed at her three brothers. “Can you not be so annoying?” She asked and they grumbled some things under their breath.

“He kissed you! That’s disgusting!” Ron said and Hermione, who just arrived shoved him angrily. “Leave her alone, Ron, she’s just had her first date!” The girl said angrily.

“What’s with you guys pushing me the whole time!” Ron then complained, and just like that, the topic changed and they left her alone about Krum.

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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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Heaven on earth

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 2852

summary: You spent Christmas at the burrow with the rest of the Weasleys while trying to get over your long-term crush Fred Weasley because you weren’t sure how your best friend Ginny would react to your feelings.

Trigger Warnings: One tiny sexual thought, Fred calling you ‘sis’ twice maybe?, parents being judggy, horrible writing, kissing and mentions of sex

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You were at the burrow for Christmas with your best friend Ginny Weasley. Your parents were away for a trip and you were going to stay at Hogwarts, but then Ginny found out and insisted that you stay with her. When you refused for the first time, she practically dragged you here.

You loved Ginny and all the Weasleys, you would’ve loved staying with them for Christmas and even for the rest of your life. There was however a small complication, you’ve liked Fred for two years. The only reason this would be a problem is because when you first started hanging out with Ginny she confessed about how many other people she befriended only used her to reach her brothers.

You then promised that you would never do that to her, but you were eleven when you said that. Boys were disgusting creatures, some of them still are but there are few exceptions. You first started catching feelings for Fred when you were thirteen and now at the age of fifteen your feelings only intensified.

You couldn’t help but believe that even if Ginny’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt by assuming that you used her for this long, Fred only views you as a little sister since you hung out so much with Ginny.

Fred had done things that could’ve made you think that he actually liked you but then he’d go and call you a good friend for his sister. Back in your third year he called you ‘sis’ you had spent the week on the verge of crying, and then he asked Angelina to the yule ball, it only made you sadder. You couldn’t even talk to Ginny about it, so your feelings were bottled up for a long time. Now you have a better grip of your feelings considering your best friend's brother.

You were now being greeted by everyone at the burrow, Molly gave you a kiss on your head and said how happy she was to see you. You gave her a smile and you greeted Bill, Charlie and George; and you had even talked to Harry who even though he had been on the train together you didn’t talk to him. You had already talked to Ron earlier so you didn’t bother talking to him.

Fred then came down rushing in, saying out loud “What’s happening?” When he reached the bottom of the stairs his eyes skimmed the room smiling when he noticed his siblings.

Even though Ginny mentioned that Fred and George -as they should- still spent Christmas at the Burrow, you weren’t ready to see Fred. You had always been able to tell Fred and George apart even by the slight differences on their faces.

You would never admit it but most of your time in the Great Hall was spent looking at Fred not eating. His smile fell off his face when he saw you standing there, you averted your gaze from him; on the train you had decided that now that you were going to see Fred it would be the perfect opportunity to get over all your feelings.

You would now see him for almost three weeks and that means you wouldn’t have time to fantasise about him; and you could focus on his flaws -which you were yet to find any that bothered you enough to get over him-

You watched as he greeted Ron, Harry, and Ginny; you tried not to notice the cute smile on his face as he saw the rest of his family for the first time in a while, and you suppressed the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Molly ushered everyone to the kitchen and you said in a raised voice “I’m going to go get my bags, I left them outside.”

You went out the door and started to grab your heavy suitcase; when you had lifted it near your chest you noticed it got much lighter. You at first thought you were getting stronger but then you heard a small “Hi.”

You let out a small squeak and jumped slightly letting go of the suitcase, taking a step away. Fred was standing there with your heavy suitcase in one hand, you noticed how the veins in his hands and arms flexed; and you tried not to think about them around your body and your neck.

He had the other hand in a wave motion, you then said “Hey.”

“I just came out to help you with your bag, and uh I didn’t get to talk to you when I came downstairs.” He said as he moved closer to you and let go of your bag, putting it on the ground. You didn’t notice what he was doing until he had wrapped you in a tight embrace, you ignored the butterflies and put your arms around him. You didn’t let yourself indulge in the moment and his comforting smell -marshmallows and fireworks-

Fred let out a large sigh when he put his arms around you, he felt himself relax even more as you reciprocated his hug. As soon as he saw you in the Burrow his heart almost leaped out of his chest, and he didn’t know how to react -not expecting to see you there- So he wiped his face from all emotion as he did in emotional moments. He was going to the kitchen when George elbowed him in the ribs and told him to go help ‘his future girl’ with carrying her bag.

He knew for a fact that right now while Ginny, his dad and mom were preparing the dinner, all his siblings and Harry were looking out the window watching this interaction with their full attention. George had found out about his feelings because of how much his gaze went to you during Hogwarts; and Ron and Harry found out by how much of Fred’s letters to Ron were mostly questions about you. Bill and Charlie found out by Ron blabbing about it in front of them, he got teased endlessly by his older brothers. He would’ve asked Ginny for the information about you and he did but he then stopped when his mom lectured all of the brothers about how Ginny thinks that all her friends like her because of them.

He couldn’t do that to his sister so instead he opted to talk to Ron about you and make all his brothers swear not to tell Ginny about his obvious feelings. He started liking you last year and he cringed at the memory of him calling you a sister in his sixth year. He let go of you slowly, noticing that the amount of time you both hugged would’ve been too much for you not to notice his feelings.

He grabbed your bag from the ground and you smiled at him gratefully, he didn’t utter a single word as he walked to the burrow with you beside him. He opened the door for you then he put the bag down, he looked at you with a slight blush -that you didn’t notice.

“Thanks.” You said looking at him, he averted your gaze and replied “No problem, sis.” He then turned around and went quickly to the kitchen, and you tried not to give a single care to the sinking feeling in your chest and you reminded yourself that this is the reason why you have to get over him; and it seemed as if it wouldn’t be that hard because he didn’t talk to you for the next two days.

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It was Christmas and you were in Ginny’s room putting on a warmer jacket while everyone was downstairs exchanging presents. You had gotten Molly a muggle cook book and Arthur a bunch of muggle stationary with a camera, and you had gotten Ginny a broomstick kit. Ginny insisted that you only get presents for three people because of how you didn’t know that you were coming and that she didn’t want you spending too much money with your parents out of the country.

You picked up the jacket and went to stand in front of a mirror to put it on when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” you said, and watched as Fred came into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, a feeling of slight hurt going over you at remembering him calling you a sister. You had talked to him after but only the essential things like "Fred can you pass me the salt?” and him giving it to you and after a small thanks from you a small, “no problem.”

“Hi.” He said, and you replied with a small awkward, “hi.”

He stepped closer to you as he said “I got you something.” Only then you registered the small red box he had in his hand, and then you quickly felt both flattered and guilty “Fred, I didn’t get you anything; you shouldn’t have.”

He waved a hand in a dismissing motion, he felt nervous; which he never did around girls, maybe it was because he actually liked you and that he would actually feel sad if he ruined your already fragile relationship. He only called you a sister once again because he felt nervous and it’s an immediate feeling dismisser. After he had told his brothers the story they had a good laugh and they told him to get you a gift to try to mend your friendship, because if that’s the only thing that you both could have together he wanted it all.

He spent hours trying to find the perfect gift for you, he had found Angelina also shopping for a gift and when he asked her for advice after laughing at his face she told him to get a customisable one. He had got you a necklace that said “amica mea” It meant “my love” in latin, and he wasn’t smart enough to know that so that was another thanks to Angelina.

You watched as he handed you the box and said “Merry Christmas.” You grabbed the box from him with a blush that matched its colour, and you opened it and there was a silver necklace with some words that you were too nervous and flattered to ask what they meant. “Can you-” you said as you motioned between the necklace and your neck.

He nodded quickly as he said “yeah, yeah.” He ran behind you and took the necklace from your hand and opened it, he pushed your hair from your neck which caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and butterflies to start flying in Fred’s stomach. You looked at him from the mirror and watched as he placed the necklace around your neck, his hands lingered there for a few seconds; before your eyes connected in the mirror.

You turned around and your turn made your hair fall on your back once again, you shyly tilted your head up to him and said “I really like it. Thank you.” He shook his head slightly as he looked at you and said “It’s nothing.”

You kept looking into his eyes as you asked “What does it mean?” You didn’t notice the blush on his face but you did notice his gaze going to your lips, and you couldn’t help but lick them under his gaze. “It means-” he cut himself off as he leaned in slightly and licked his own lips and he continued “It means-”

His sentence was cut off by Ginny entering the room saying your name loudly and followed by “Dinner’s ready!” You and Fred moved apart quickly and you hoped she wouldn’t notice your blush or the necklace. Her eyes skimmed the room and both of you then repeated her sentence “Dinner’s ready, come on let’s go.”

You nodded as you quickly left the room trying to erase the blush from your face while going down the stairs. You had forgotten to put on the jacket that was still on your arm and you put it on. When you reached down stairs, it seemed that you and Fred had a mutual unspoken agreement that you wouldn’t mention what could’ve happened and that you both would ignore how your hearts skipped several beats at the thought of the interaction.

Molly had ushered everyone together so Arthur could take a picture of the entire family with you and Harry at Christmas. While everyone was standing into the frame, Fred watched as his father struggled to work the camera that you got him. Charlie, Bill and George all kept switching places until you and Fred were standing beside each other.

He glared at his brothers while they gave him shameless smiles. Ginny and you wrapped your arms around each other when Ginny whispered a joke to you, you laughed and an instant smile appeared on Fred’s face and then Arthur clicked the camera.

Molly replicated the picture into two and gave you one and framed the other with her wand. It was a moving picture because you asked George to charm it. The picture was everyone smiling while you burst into laughter from Ginny’s joke. You didn’t notice Fred looking at you like he just found out that there was a heaven on earth because of you but Ginny did.

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You had your bags in your hand as you were standing in front of the door, you waited for everyone to go downstairs and say goodbye to you. You wore a dress because your parents were coming today and they always judged you and you wanted to make them proud so you tried to look good.

Fred entered the room, you were still wearing the necklace he gave you and you were frantically straightening out your hair and outfit trying to look as perfect as possible. When you saw him you asked “Do I look okay?”

He nodded and said “you look beautiful as always.” A blush covered your cheeks when he came closer to you and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His gaze lingered on your lips and then you decided to be brave, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips against his.

you pull back feeling him unmoving; you see him frozen, face emotionless. Apologies immediately start tumbling from your mouth, mostly consisting of swear words and ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I should have asked you first’. your face is extremely flushed 20% from the kiss and 80% from embarrassment. You moved back several steps, and you grabbed your suitcase again.

Then you hear him mumble a few words that you didn't catch. “What?” you asked in a dazed voice, trying to suppress the blush that is on your face right now; and trying to recover from the embarrassment.

“Do it again.”

Now you’re the one whose frozen, your blush intensifies. He probably catches on to the fact that you won’t be moving any time soon and adds, “or I will.”

Then the next thing you know is his lips on yours. He had crossed the room in a matter of seconds, and cupped your face with both his hands. Your face fit perfectly in his hands as if he was made to hold you and you made to be with him. After the shock from his actions had fully settled you let your suitcase drop on the floor carelessly and you fisted the collar of his robes in your hands and pulled him down, so you can kiss him properly.

You felt him smile in the kiss and you smiled as well, you then were interrupted by several loud cheers from George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny. You were embarrassed and you were worried that Ginny was mad but then you registered the cheering and that she said “About time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and Ginny rolled her eyes at your reaction. She let out a large scoff and said “You seriously didn’t think I’d notice you gawking at my brother for the past two years everyday.” She saw Fred smirk and she then turned to him and added “Don’t get too cocky yourself, you couldn’t send me a letter for an entire year without asking me about her. You also gave her a necklace with the words ‘My love’ written on them, you weren’t really subtle.”

George, Bill and Charlie erupted with laughter at both your faces. You said goodbye to everyone and then you walked out only to find Fred holding your suitcase smirking “I’ll take you back.” You smiled at his words and went with him.

You didn’t get home until after midnight. You and Fred got side-tracked and he insisted on taking you out on a date that involved more kissing and a lot more than that.

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thecasualauthor · 1 year

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April 13- Think

Prompt 13 for april's @hinnymicrofic Challenge.

I had a lovely time writing this. I recently rediscovered my love for Hinny. I've wanted to write something angsty for these two for a while, and this prompt inspired me!

Please enjoy!

Ginny wonders if Harry thinks about her as much as she thinks about him.

She likes to think he does, but she honestly has no idea what he’s been doing for the past few months. For all she knows, he hasn’t given her a single thought. She can’t say the same though.

It’s all she can do when it comes to Harry, really, as the Carrows have all but banned the name “Harry Potter” from being spoken at Hogwarts. She resents that, of course. Fights it, even. She, Neville, and Luna had decided the moment they stepped on the train that they wouldn’t let Snape or the Carrows take over the school.

But it just isn’t the same without Harry around. It’s stupid, she knows, but she can’t help but wish he was here, fighting alongside her to end this nightmare. She knows he must be doing something important, or he wouldn’t have left them here in this mess, but it doesn’t make his absence any easier.

Another stinging sensation suddenly shoots across the back of her hand, and she lets out a small gasp of pain as she looks down. Remnants of her last detention with Alecto Carrow, evidently. She examines the back of her hand carefully. The words are gone, but apparently the pain lasts a while. She furrows her brow.

Harry had the same punishment, right? He still had the scars from all the times he wrote I must not tell lies. She wishes she could ask him now what the aftereffects were like.

(Really, she just wants to ask him if she’ll be okay, but that thought feels too pathetic and childish for her to fully acknowledge, so she pushes it away before it can fully form.)

Would he be proud? Worried? Probably the latter, if she were honest with herself. He’d probably tell her to be more careful, which is rich, considering he single handedly carried the record for the most detentions with Umbridge and her infamous “blood quill.”

And she knows for a fact that he’d be doing the same thing if he were here with her. He did do the same thing during her fourth year.

Merlin, she misses him.

It’s even worse than when she was young, and he didn’t even notice her. Because now she knows he does feel for her the same way she does for him, and now he’s gone and there’s nothing she can do about it.

She doesn’t even know if he’s alive.

She picks at a loose thread on her sweatshirt, listening to the late-night rain on the window and trying to push away the rising worry. He’ll be okay. She repeats the words again and again in her head, willing them to be true. He’ll be okay. And he’ll come back and help us out of this mess.

But until that day, she reminds herself, she’ll do whatever she has to do to be a thorn in Snape and the Carrow’s sides, and wait. And think.

It’s all she can do, really.

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luendland · 2 years

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Linny ink drawing done during livestream. Join me on Twitch, T-F at 10AM CDT :)

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aidulusion · 5 months

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GNOME ATTACK

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

word count : 1k

summary : it's your first day at the burrow, and you need to clear out gnomes from the garden with your friends.

proofread? : yes.

creds to plutism for the divider!

You had befriended two mischief makers during your life at Hogwarts—Fred and George. The first time you met them was when they fed a first year some candy which resulted in the poor kid to start vomiting out the dinner he had.

You thought about that incident up till today, even while writing a letter to the better looking twin, that is, George.

He had invited you to stay over at his house for the summer, and you were more than happy to spend some more time with your best friends. It took a lot of begging for your parents to finally allow you to do the same, but you succeeded in the end.

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It was the day you were going to leave for the burrow, your father didn’t let you use floo powder and put the responsibility of dropping you upon himself.

You packed all your bags, finally got your owl to get in his cage, and went downstairs to chug two slices of bread down your throat because you were way too impatient to see your friends once again.

Your father was waiting outside, you said your goodbyes to your mother and exited your house, a bright smile on your face.

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“If you need anything, just send me an owl.” your dad smiled. The both of you were standing in front of the burrow, all your luggage in your hands.

You nodded, and hugged him before knocking on the door, your dad had left by now.

As soon as the doors opened, you were greeted with the warmest hug ever, which was given by Fred and George’s mother—Molly.

“Hello dear! (Y/N), am I right? Fred and George talk about you all the time!” She exclaimed gleefully, you were completely heartwarmed by how nice their mother was to you.

She guided you inside, the burrow was small, yet it was all warm and cozy inside. You saw many familiar faces, and it turned out Harry and Hermione were there too.

After settling down, you sat down on a couch, talking to Ginny. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start hearing a strange rustling sound, turns out it were just your two friends making their way downstairs.

“(Y/N)! Can’t believe you actually came!” One said loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

“—We really missed you!” The other one added.

You smiled as they embraced you in a warm hug, you were just as happy to see them as they were to see you.

Ginny interrupted the moment, sighing softly.

“Sorry to interrupt the moment, but mom told you both to clear out the gnomes in the garden.”

She sighed again, looking at the twins. Both of them groaned in annoyance, George looked at you, before looking back at Ginny.

“Can’t we do it later? (Y/N) just came!” George pouted, hoping Ginny will make up some reason to cover up for him and his brother.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t like it if mom gave you chores the moment Harry came, eh?” Fred added, snickering to himself.

“Shut up, Fred!” Ginny shouted at him.

You just watched the whole scene unfold, looking at the twins then back at Ginny as they bickered endlessly.

“How about I help you both clear out the gnomes? It’d still be the same as spending time together.” You questioned them both, a soft smile plastered on your face.

“That’s a great idea!” Ginny smiled at me, before looking back at the two gingers. Their faces were brightening up as well, before they grabbed you and dragged you out of the house and to the garden.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this, gnomes don’t usually find their way in my garden..” You mumbled, quite embarrassed by yourself.

“It’s fine, love! You just need to toss them far enough to not come back.” George explained, while Fred quickly got to work.

When you finally understood what to do, you went for your first gnome. You pulled it by the hand and threw it quite far away. Both of them watched in awe as the gnome flew to a nearby hill, looking back at you once a loud thud was heard from the same.

“What a fast learner!” Both of them sneered at the same time. Those words just boosted your ego even more, you grabbed another gnome and threw it as far as you could..

It was easier than you thought, there were only a few more gnomes left and you could go back and have fun with the rest of the Weasley family, not that you weren’t enjoying this.

Unfortunately, the last gnome which you grabbed was rather a feral one. It freed itself from your grasp and found itself on your face.

The twins immediately started laughing as the gnome rapidly smacked your face. You were struggling to get it off, but the grip it had on your ears was intense. All you could do was punch the gnome back, as your two friends continued to laugh their brains out, you fell on your back while punching the gnome uncontrollably.

While Fred still continued to snicker, George finally helped you out. Removing the gnome carefully so it didn’t rip your ears out, he tried to control his laugh when he saw your reddened face from all the fighting.

“There there, sweetheart. The immense battle is over now.” He cooed, caressing your cheek which was slightly bruised from the gnome's sharp teeth. You slapped his hand away playfully as you stood up on your own. Groaning slightly as you touched your left cheek.

“Don’t call me sweetheart when all you do is laugh when I’m getting attacked, even if it's a gnome!” You hissed, but there was still a hint of playfulness in your tone. He just started laughing again, causing you to turn your head and go back to the burrow.

What a great way to start your summer, you have a forever fear of gnomes now and you won’t go near an infested garden ever again.

exams coming up. a very very good luck to me and everyone else who have exams next week 😭

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frost-queen · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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