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ellebakers · 2 years
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✭・. Dumb | Part two
Draco Malfoy x reader.
Part Two
Summary : draco malfoy, slytherin’s prince, made a bet with his friends, asking potter's sister to ne his date at the yulle nall and breaking her heart in front of the whole school.
Warning(s) : Fight, language
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since their first year at hogwarts, draco malfoy and harry potter hate each other, and the hatred they have for each other has only grown when potter's little sister appeared in the second year. draco saw an opportunity to attack harry through his sister, but despite the constant mockery towards y/n, harry remained marble, it was during their fourth years that draco and his friends had the idea of launching a bet. seducing y/n potter, making fall her in love and breaking her heart, that's why draco finds himself waiting for the young potter in front of the divination room.
"this teacher is crazy." ginny weasley, your best friend exclaims as you both walk out of the classroom.
"she's passionate, it's different." you answer her while rolling your eyes.
"i'm just saying that-"
"potter." you turn smiling towards the person who called you but your smile disappears when you see that this person is malfoy.
"what do you want ?" you ask him coldly, crossing your arms over your chest, ginny behind you, ready to pounce on the blonde.
"i just wanted to know if you have an date for the yule ball." he asks you, a smirk on his face.
"why ?" you're getting impatient, you know that draco always has an idea behind his head when he comes to talk to you, and it always has the same goal, to reach your brother.
"we could go there together."
you and ginny look at each other then you look at draco, frowning.
"why do you want to go with me ?"
malfoy smiles. "i don't really want to go with you but i’m sure no one will propose to you and out of charity i-"
"charity ?!" you cut him off abruptly, which surprises him. "listen, malfoy. you're the last person i'd like to go to the ball with and for your information i already have a partner."
and just like that you take ginny's arm and lead her away from the classroom, tears in your eyes, you hold back the cry. once alone in a hallway, you let your tears run down your cheeks, your best friend hugs you while stroking your hair to relax. ginny is the only person who knows your secret. you have a crush on draco malfoy..
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weeks had passed since your conversation with draco. you were doing your best to avoid him, and you had done pretty well, until the platinum blonde appeared in front of you as you went to the library.
"y/n can we talk ?" he asks you, but you continue to move forward without looking at him or answering him, and as you reach out to open the door, he grabs your wrist, you stop and close your eyes to avoid to look at it.
"y/n, i'm sorry." you open your eyes and meet the gaze of a sad draco. part of you is screaming at you not to trust him, but you can't help it.
"it's ok, now please i would like you to let me go."
"no it's not good, listen i... i'm really sorry. i acted like an asshole."
"it's usual." you reply, which makes draco smile, much to your surprise.
"the thing is." he looks around like he's afraid someone will hear him "i really would like to go to yulle ball with you, you. i really like you y/n. "
you are speechless, for a moment you don't answer which makes draco anxious.
"y/n?"
"yeah...um...draco that's really nice, but i can't" malfoy looks at you, hurt and a little pissed off. "because you're already going with someone ?"
you take a deep breath and then answer. "no, i can't because i know you're doing this to get to my brother."
draco looks at you with wide eyes. "no no no, i promise you. i know that between your brother and me it's not crazy love, but i really like you, and i can prove it to you. there are two weeks left before the ball ?" you nod. "so for the next two weeks i'll do everything to prove to you that i'm trustworthy."
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and draco had kept his promise. for two weeks he accompanied you to each beginning of class, he carried your notebooks and your bag, he took you to eat near the lake, he had even started to be friendly with your brother and the rest of your friends. that's why you had agreed to go to the ball with him and that's how you find yourself admiring your reflection in the mirror of your dormitory, you wear a dark green dress with little yellow gilding that recalls the colors of your house, the dress is split on the left thigh, the neckline is plunging without being vulgar, your hair is raised in a bun with small curls falling.
"wow y/n." ginny exclaims as you enter the room, you turn to her, cheeks flushed and heart racing.
"i feel like i'm going to faint." you tell her, trying to keep calm. ginny smiles at you. "draco is really lucky." you give her a big smile and head towards the great hall.
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when you get there, ginny hugs you and heads for neville. as for you, you scan the room for draco, all eyes are on you because the whole school knows that malfoy is your date for tonight. as for the boy, he's nowhere, so you decide to wait for him near the table where the drinks are. you wait five minutes, then twenty, and when you start to lose patience and decide to go to the slytherin common room, harry rushed towards you.
"y/n come we're leaving..." you look at your big brother, frowning. "harry, why do you want to leave ?" while asking him, your gaze falls on a platinum blond head just behind your brother, a few meters away, you are about to go see draco, but you stop dead when you see what he has on his arm. rather, who's got his arm. pansy parkinson.
seeing your expression, harry lowered his head. "y/n i'm sorry. he’s not worth it. come let's dance." he gently takes your hand but you violently pull it away and walk towards draco, angry and hurt, seeing you coming, pansy starts laughed and whispered something in malfoy's ear.
"what the fuck draco." the blonde has a mixed expression, he looks victorious but also ashamed, but he smirked and answers you. "oh y/n, sorry but i preferred to come with pansy." the brunette looks at you with a smirk.
"is that your excuse ? i've been waiting for merlin knows how many minutes. i was afraid something happened to you—" you stop, you've said too much, draco watch with confusion and relief as the fact that you care about him touches him. but when pansy cleared her throat, he blinked several times before saying. "i don't know what you imagined potter. you really need to stop obsessing over me." several members of slytherin laughed, which caught everyone's attention, now almost all the students and teachers are watching you.
"me ? obsessed with you ? YOU asked me to be your date malfoy, why are you-"
"potter it was just a bet." pansy chimed in.
you then stop talking. you look at draco, then pansy, then the rest of slytherin house bursting into laughter. you look around and see hundreds of looks of pity from everyone, you feel the tears well up, but you bite your cheek to keep from crying, you take a deep breath and speak to draco.
"see i really thought you were a good person, but in fact you're just a little daddy's boy, an arrogant asshole who seeks his daddy's approval and love, but he doesn't care. he will never love you, no one will ever love you." you know it's mean but you don't care and you feel a pride when you see draco's hurt look. soon a smirk appears on his face.
"at least my father is still alive." you hear people gasp and before you have time to understand what is happening, your hand comes crashing against the blonde's cheek.
"fuck you."
you decide to leave but before that, you turn to pansy and add. "oh, don't imagine too many things. if i am a bet, you are nothing. he told me that he preferred to jump from the top of the astronomy tower rather than kiss you." hearing this, pansy abruptly pushed herself away from draco and looks at him with tears in her eyes, the boy is not paying attention to her, he is looking at you, his cheek flushed from the slap you gave him, he knows he's gone too far and blames himself.
you turn your back to them and walk towards the lake, so you can cry quietly, ginny and harry tried to come with you but you told them you wanted to be alone. what you don't know is that draco left the ball too to find you and apologize.
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you're sitting on the floor, your knees pull up to your chest, the tears keep flowing, your makeup is ruined but you don't care, you just want to let all the hate and pain out. as you shiver from the cold, you hear footsteps behind you and when you turn around, you meet cedric diggory's eyes.
"hi." he whispers, a tender look.
"hi."
he sits next to you.
"cedric, i'm not really good company." the brunette let out a tender laugh before looking at you. "i thought you might need a shoulder to cry on, so here i am."
you smile at him while trying to hold back the tears, and a shiver escapes your mouth, hearing that, cedric gets up and takes off his suit jacket, then puts it on your shoulders and sits down again, this time a little closer to you. you thank him and lay your head on his shoulder. "thanks cedric, but cho has to wait for you."
"oh i'll let your brother take care of her, i think she's in good hands."
you let out a laugh, which makes cedric smile. and you two stay like that, glued to each other, your head on his shoulder, his arm on your lap, from the outside, you look like a young couple in love, that's why draco, who is watching you from the yard, feels a wave of jealousy come over him, and decides that from tonight he will do whatever is in his power to win you back.
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ilovefanficbooks · 3 months
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The Heart Wants What It Wants (Fred Weasley X Granger Reader)
Pairing:Fred weasley and Y/N Granger
Hermione Granger and sister Y/N Granger Theodore Nott and friend Y/N Granger
Pronouns: she/her
Summary: The Yule Ball is tonight and Y/N doesn't have a date but a certain Weasley wants to asked her but what will happen when they have different dates at the ball? Will there heart take it?
Warning: fighting, crying, kissing, makeout, jealousy, Ginny being a badass, Theodore getting punch
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Y/N Pov
The Yule Ball is tonight and yet I still don't have a date. I sit in the great hall in study sessions next to my sister, Harry and Ron. Both Hermione and I are studying while Ron is going on about not having any date.
I look up and see Fred starting at me. Fred and I are really close, but I want to be more to him as a friend.
I then notice Fred gave Ron a note then Ron pasted it back to him.
I can't stop to think if Fred has a date to the Ball or if he is even going. For some reason it makes me sad to think that.
"Who are you going with then?" Ron whispered to he's older brother.
I watch as Fred threw the paper ball at Angelina and yet my heart starts to shatter in front of me as I watch Fred asked her to the Ball.
George he's twin gave a sad smile he is the only person knows about my crush on Fred and he swore to me he will not tell him or I will hex him if he do.
I then came back to the world as I hear Hermione my twin have a go at Ron saying she is not going alone and that she said yes. Hermione then left the great hall with her stuff.
"Bloody hell" Ron said then turn to me.
"Hey Y/N you going to the Ball right?" Ron asked me as I look in the corner of my eye to see Fred glaring at Ron.
"No I'm not going as I don't really have anyone to go with" I told him.
"Why don't you go with-" I was then cut off by Theodore Nott a Slytherin boy that has been following me into the library for some time.
"Hey Granger want to go to the Ball with me?" He asked I did get Fred looking at me but I had Ron, Harry and George look at me.
The thought of not having a date and watching Fred dance with he's date hurts me. I have been crushing on him since last year and one way to make him have attention is to make him jealous.
"Yes. Meet me at six down the stairs" I said with a smile.
"Will be waiting" he said with a smirk on he's face as he left.
I then packed up my stuff and said goodbye to the boys. As I step out of the great hall I hear my name being called I turn around to find Fred standing in front of me. With those eyes I love looking deep at me.
"What the Merlin bears was that!?" Fred asked as I look at him then wet my lips.
"What was what Fred?" I asked playing innocent with him. I know exactly what I was doing but I just want to see what he had to say.
"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about Granger! Theodore Nott really of all people!" Fred said throwing he's arms in the air.
"Why do you care anyway Fred you got your date with Angelina so why can't I?" I asked with my brows frown together.
"That is different he's a Slytherin. He is bad-" Fred said and I cut him off.
"And your not. God Fred not all Slytherins are bad and if you are so jealous of us you should off-" I started but Fred cut me off.
"What? I should off what?" Fred asked.
"Next time there is a Ball asked me if I have a date before it's too late and not right in front of me you should asked someone else to go with you" I said I then felt tears hit to pour down my face.
My tears start to blur my vision as I look at Fred who is confused and red in the face.
"I would never asked you because you are my best friend" Fred said.
After he said that I turn around and ran away from Fred. I ran all the way back to the common room and up to my dorm that I share with Hermione and I drop my books buried myself into my pillows as I cry into them.
Never have I though my heart would break over a boy I have had a crush on since last year in the summer when I when to spend it with the Weasleys. I feel as I have not just lost the person I love but my best friend as well. I will always be he's best friend now my heart is shattering apart.
"Y/N what's wrong?" Hermione said walking in our dorm from our bathroom.
I look up at my twin to see she is already getting ready for the Ball and I am here crying my eyes out over a stupid Weasley boy.
"Um Fred and I got into a fight because Theodore Nott asked me to the Ball and I said yes" I explain as Mione sat down next to me on my bed.
"You going with Theodore Nott?" Hermione asked me.
"Yeah. I said yes because I have no one to go with and I didn't want to go alone. And it also hurts that Fred is going with another girl but I watch him asked the girl in front of me hurts" I explained to my twin.
Hermione eyes wide at what I told her and what I feel between Fred and I. I have not told anyone but George about this.
"How long have you like Fred?" Hermione asked as I chuckle at my sister's question.
"Since last Summer. I don't like him Mione my heart knows what I want" I said.
To me that's away to tell someone I love them. The amount of times I spend with him makes my feelings grow stronger and the amount of times he had touch my hand or arm it makes me go dizzy and feels as I am flying on a broom only to come back to him.
"Hey dry your tears and we are going to get ready and I'm going to speak with Fred and if that don't t work me and Ginny are going to torture Fred all the time until the next generation" Hermione said giving me a smile which made me laugh.
"Thanks twinie" I said to her.
"Anything for you twinie" Hermione said and then we do are secret hand shake we had since we were born.
But I will not let anything ruin my night over a stupid red head boy.
Fred Pov
"Frederick Fibion Weasley!" i jump at the sound of my sister coming into my dorm room. I kind of tighten my tie too tight as I was struggling for air but also scared of my sister. She reminds me so much of mom when she is angry and when she says my full name I know I'm in trouble.
"Hey Gin, what's up?" I asked losing my tie a bit while turning around to look at my piss off sister.
"What is up you say? Merlin you are a bloody idiot" Gin said crossing her arms over her chest.
"What did I do!?" I asked with my arms up in the air. I don't know what I have done to Ginny and I did nothing to her. All I would do is put spiders in Ron's bed but Ginny would not care.
"One word: Y/N" After Gin said Y/N name I groaned and rolled my eyes. I was only looking out for my friend. Y/N is my best friend and I never want to hurt her.
"Look Gin, Y/N is my friend and I was only looking out for her" I said but Ginny face when even redder then before. I'm so dead.
"Really! Well I got a fourteen year old crying her eyes out over a boy who doesn't have the dick to asked her to the bloody ball for fuck stake" I then when puzzle after those words. All I did was stare at my sister. Y/N does not like me or does she?
"What?" I asked. Ginny groan and smack my head trying to get some sense knocked into me but I was still puzzle.
"She likes you Freddie" George came into the room from the bathroom with the famous Weasley smirk on he's face.
"What? How to do you know?" I asked my twin.
George plop down on he's bed while smirking at me but he also feels a bit guilty.
"Y/N told me not to tell you or she will hex me but she has liked you since last summer" George said.
"And you go make the poor girl cry while you should got your head together and asked her yourself you dick" Ginny said giving me another smack in the head.
"Ow okay I'm sorry" I said putting my hands up in defence.
"Don't say sorry to me say it to Y/N or I will tell Mom" Ginny said and that moment my eyes grew wide. One thing I don't want is Mom finding out about this.
"Okay I will. I'll tell Y/N I'm sorry and that I love her" I then froze after realized what I said.
I have tried to keep my crush on Y/N a secret I have been afraid to tell her I love her because I don't want to ruin our friendship. But seeing Theodore Nott asked her out make me so angry that I wish it was me asking her out.
"I knew it!" George jump up off the bed and ran and open the door.
"LEE YOU OWE ME THREE STICKLES!" George shout then close the door again.
"You bet on me?" I asked my twin with a brow raise as he chuckle lightly while rubbing the back off he's neck.
"Look Fred you are going to apologize to my future sister-in-law and going to tell her you love her and if you break her heart Mione and I are going to hex you til the next generation! Got it?" Ginny said up to my face. I gulp quietly while nodding repeatedly.
"Okay! Peace out" Ginny said walking out of our dorm room as she slam the door behind.
The room then stayed silence for a moment with only George and I looking at each other.
"Remind me never to piss Ginny off when she finds if I hurt a girl" George told me who was also a little scared off our sister.
"Noted" I said gulping again.
Now I need to fix what I ruin with the girl I love because I don't want everything else to go down at hill. I know I should off asked her and I'm an asshole for not doing that but my heart is telling me to go for it.
Y/N Pov
"You look so pretty twinie" Mione told as I had my dress on ready for the ball.
"Yeah pretty when I cry" I said sarcastically. I tried my best to cover my eyes up with make up so no one will see my red puffy eyes to tell if I'm crying.
Right now I don't feel like going to the ball after what happened with Fred. I don't think I want to face him after that. But Ginny and Mione insist that I go. That it might make me feel better.
"Hey, now no more tears tonight I want to see that smile if yours " Mione said wrapping her arm around my shoulder in a way to comfort me.
"You go ahead I'll meet you in the great hall I need a moment to myself" I said Mione left the dorm room and I was with silence and only me.
I can't have Fred's words to upset the whole night. I must stay strong and the best way to do is give him the taste of he's own medicine.
As I stand at the top of the stairs I see my date Theodore Nott looking at me and smiling as I walked down the state's gracefully with my head high up and some other students with there dates turn to look at me with there mouth open in shock.
Never gave I thought I would be going to a ball as most people find me in the library reading every book on the shelf they have there.
As I reach the bottom of the step Theodore reached for my game which I gladly took without hesitation. Theodore kiss my hand while looking into my eyes that mad heat rush to my cheeks.
"You look beautiful" Theodore said after he pulled away from kissing my knuckle.
"And you look handsome yourself" I said brushing the top off Theodore's blazer suit.
"Shall we?" Theodore asked ready to take my can't into the great hall. I look past Theodore to see Hermione giving me a thumps up next to Krum which I took a deep breathe and took Theodore arm.
We both walked into the great hall where everyone was and most the girls gasp when they saw my face and what my dress look like.
And as we made it to the drink table I was then face to face with no one other then Fred Weasley with he's date Angelina Johnson.
I don't hate Angelina at all I love the girl and we get on we'll but I feel angry that she can't with Fred and she could of pick any other guy to go with her.
"Oh my god Y/N you look beautiful!" Angelina said giving me a bright smile my way.
"Thank you! I love your dress Angie!" I compartment her while I side eye feed who had not taken he's eyes off me and I notice he's thus turning white his hard he is squeezing it.
"Y/N" Fred said as I turn to him to give him a cold look.
I never had it in me to give someone that I care about but when one hurts you you must fire back. And I won't break this time.
"Frederic" I said coldly seeing Fred's face turn to shock. He never expect me to talk to him like that.
"C-can we talk" He said eyes filled with hope.
"Nope, have fun" I said taking Theodore hand to the dance floor and leave a shock Fred with he's date.
While I dance with Theodore I realized that Feed was wrong about Theodore he was not evil or like any other Slytherins I see down the hall. He us actually kind to me even when I am a muggleborn.
"You know Weasley been starting at you all night" Theodore whisper into my eye and as I look in the corner of my eye I see Fred red in the fact and is about to smash something any minute.
I smirk to myself as I came up something to wind Fred up even me that he has been watching me the whole time.
"Let him" I reach up and whisper closely into Theo ear and as I made eye contact with Fred I gave him a smirk and I kiss Theo lightly on the lips.
As we pulled away I fave Theo a kind smile until a storm was woken up and the sound off feet was murching our way.
"NOTT!" the sound of Fred voice was being heard and as we both turn to look at the Weasley who hurt me. Fred punch Thei right in the jaw making me gasp and most people turn to watch.
"Ooh that must of hurt" I heard George said who was just sipping in some punch enjoying the show except of pulling he's twin brother away.
"What the hell man!" Theo said cluching yes jaw.
"Fred what the hell is your problem" I said obviously I'm piss at him always ruin everything to me.
"What is wrong with me!? The fucknob was kissing you for fucksake!" Fred pointed out.
"And you have a problem with other guys kissing me but you don't have a problem when other girls flirt with you?" I asked even starting the fact.
"Y/N you are important to me I was pro-" Fred started but I cut him off.
And yet more tears run down my face. I gate crying overrgis guy! Why do I always keep crying it makes me feel weak!
"Protecting me! But I don't need you protecting be all the time it's my life! And keep ruin everything!" I said push Fred forward which he put no effort to stop me.
"Keep ruin everything! Everything! Everything! Everything! Everything!" I said while I punch Fred's chest in repeat while tears flow down my face. It never stop. Fred in return hold me in my arms til I start punching he's chest all thought I don't want to be in he's arms.
"I'm sorry" Fred said in a whispered as I sniff trying to find away to calm down.
I can feel Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, George was starting at us as everyone else was not bother about us. But I can tell they where all worried about me.
But I seem to alwaysnkt care about myself. I always seem to forget about my health more then my study.
"I hate you" I said cluching Fred's shirt as I cry my eyes out in he's arms. How can u gate and love someone at the same time?
"I know you do... But I love you" I then lift my head to look into those etes of Fred who look down at me.
"W-what" I wiped my eyes to see clearly.
This must be one of he's oranjs to upset me more or a way to make me feel better and smile and laugh again.
"I love you Y/N. I've kept it a secret thinking it's just a crush and I'll get over it but those feelings grew when I spend more and more time with you. I wanted to asked you to the ball but I didn't know how you will take it and seeing you with Nott made me jealous wishing it should been me" After hearing Fred confess I had no words.
I always thought I was a sister to him in he's eyes but my guess was wrong he does love me the way I want him to.
"You love me?" I asked stilling trying to get everything round my head.
"Merlin fucj women I don't just love you I KNOW I LOVE YOU!" Fred then shout as the whole hall head. I then turn best resmd but I don't even know what to say.
"Ever since last tear I've liked you and I was afraid you wouldn't love me back" I said looking down at my feet.
Fred then lift my chin up and as I look into he's eyes Fred kiss me on my lips as I kiss back accepting that Fred is the one I want to be with and as we pulled away we heard the sound of George slow clapping.
"Finally you two can stop with the drama and gave some peace around here" George said starting to walk away.
Fred a d I laugh as I lean into Fred shoulder. But wait! How would Fred knows I like him back. I never told him.
"Wait a minute! Who told you I like you back?" I asked looking at Fred.
Fred rub the back of he's neck nervous while Ginny teued to hide her laughing in.
"Well George let it-" I knew it George is dead.
"Oh he is dead!" I said I got my wand out.
"GEORGE GIDEON WEASLEY YOU ARE DEAD! YOU TRAITOR!" I scream running after George who was standing next to Lee.
"I'm sorry Y/N/N" George said starting to run away from me as fast as he can.
"I'M GOING TO HEX YOUR ASS TIL THE NEXT GENERATION!" I scream while the gang just watch dying with laughter.
"Ahhhh!" George scream line a girl.
But I finally got the guy of my dreams and I am not going to let anyone take him from me. Because what the heart wants the heart gets.
And there is no reason I should give it up.
Because the heart wants what it wants.
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sirussly · 5 years
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Slytherin girl: *whispering* Isn't that the girl who went completely mental her first year and started attacking students??! Wow, I'm surprised they'd ever let a freak like her back in Hogwarts...
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*the Slytherin students scatter, shrieking*
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sapphicwhxre · 3 years
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♥︎ pairing: ginny weasley x fem!houseneutral!reader
♥︎ summary: ginny distances herself from you because she thinks you love someone else.
♥︎ requested: yes | no
♥︎ warnings: angst, heartbreak, self hate/comparison, total inconsistency since if you're in the trio’s year you wouldn’t have class with ginny + astoria isn’t in ginny’s year but shush its a fic
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pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and all your other favourite treats jumped around in ginny’s bag. the gryffindor girl had gone to help ron woo some mystery girl who he’d taken a liking to and stumbled upon his stash of candies. ginny had called it a fee for her services and decided she’d share her earnings with the girl she loved most, both as a friend and more ─ that girl was you and as far as ginny knew, you were completely oblivious to her feelings.
it was a wednesday afternoon so she could only assume you were having your weekly study session with the gryffindor golden girl herself, hermione granger.
the pep in her step made her red hair bounce on her shoulders, her excitement to see you growing with each one she took. ginny turned the corner, finally at your study spot and she paused. you looked emotional, to put it simply, and you clutched what appeared to be a crumpled piece of parchment that someone had changed their mind about tossing.
there was a nervous gloss to your eyes and ginny thought she should leave, letting you and hermione talk alone. but her curiosity and just the way she cared for you got the best of her.
taking a deep breath and not noticing ginny behind the pillar ─ where she wasn’t so much as hiding, but quietly observing ─ you started to read off of the parchment. “there’s no easy way to say this,” you read clearly, but your shy, quivering smile gave away how you felt about reading what was written. was it a letter? had you written it? “but i love you.”
ginny’s heart stopped. she swallowed thickly, uncertain of how to process the sinking feeling in her chest. you exhaled shakily and smiled, biting your lip and staring down at the words you'd written.
“i love your hair,” you laughed, running your hand over your own nervously. “i love your eyes when you’re happy and the sound of your voice. did you know your nose scrunches when you laugh? it’s adorable. i’ve never met someone who brights up my life like you do. i love how you always know what to say and i love that i can be myself with you. i love your heart, you’re everything i adore. i love when i can look into your eyes because mine fill with the love i’ve only ever felt for you. the only thing more beautiful to me is you. it’s that same look that i’ve never been able to tell if you’ve given me back. my thoughts go cloudy when i’m with you. i love you so much. you’re... you. how could i not have fallen in love with you?"
as she looked at hermione’s angel-like face, ginny felt hot drops of some form of sadness more intense than she even knew possible well up in her eyes. hermione’s lips were parted in awe and she was smiling.
hermione granger, brightest, most beautiful witch of her age. beside you, in ginny’s opinion, but you were right. how could you not have fallen in love with hermione?
you folded up the letter and sighed, no longer reading but still going. “even if you don't love me, it was worth every word. i’ve never regretted anything when it comes to loving you. yours, y/n l/n.”
hermione grinned at you, “that was beautiful, y/n. truly... gods, i didn’t know you had that in you.” ginny fled, not wanting to watch what came next or hear what hermione had to say about how she felt for you. she’d break like the porcelain her skin resembled if hermione said she loved you back... if hermione kissed you, like ginny had only dreamed of.
wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks, she hated herself. y/n loves hermione. she just wished she hadn’t listened. she shouldn’t have fallen for you in the first place or let herself have foolish hope. even more foolish to think she could ever win you over when you could have hermione. older, brighter, and beautiful. she was fool, and now ginny believed had paid the price for it.
but had she stayed only a second longer, she’d have heard hermione’s stunned words. “ginny’s going to love every word, y/n, i know it.” bubbling with nerves, you threw yourself to hug her and squeezed tightly, just as ginny turned to steal one last glance at you. “thank you ‘mione, you’re the best.”
you were inaudible from the distance but there you were in hermione’s arms, giggling and chattering. despite the fact that you were joking about her own crush, ron, the sight only made ginny sick. ginny lost her appetite and made her way to her dorm, instead of the great hall where dinner would be starting in just a few minutes.
the heartbroken girl probably would have thrown up right then and there, had she seen you and hermione walk into the great hall. arm in arm, you were practically shaking with anticipation. of course, she’d incorrectly imagined that you’d be parading in with intertwined fingers and smeared lipstick but through a made up mind, it’d look like all the same.
“where’s gin?” you found a seat next to ron and harry, scanning the table for her red ponytail. through a mouthful of food, ron shrugged and answered, “must have gotten held up.” hermione rolled her eyes with disgust, silently scolding him for his ill manners.
you took the opportunity to tease the two. “never invite me to dinner at your home, save the fighting for your kids.” they both blushed heavily and stammered out how they’d never fancy the other, then immediately spewing out offense at the implication. ron huffed and harry spoke over them, rolling his eyes heavily.
“what about you, y/n? i thought you and ginny would be an item by now,” harry didn't really care either way, but it did seem ridiculous for the two of you to dance around dating for so long, especially since he somewhat saw her as a little sister. and truth be told, everyone was curious about you two.
even ron perked up and hermione smirked knowingly. “leave her alone, it’s none of your business,” she announced.
ron narrowed his eyes and started, “hermione, do you know something?” hurrying to stop them from bickering again, you cleared your throat. “i wrote ginny a letter, laying out exactly how i feel for her. now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to go find her because i don’t think she’s coming.”
you hopped out of your seat, taking some food for her, and left poor harry alone with the arguing lovebirds to go confess your feelings.
you hummed to yourself, going to knock on ginny’s dorm door. her dorm mate opened the door and looked you up and down, glaring angrily. “what do you want?” she crossed her arms and scoffed. taken aback, you blinked and searched the room for ginny, who was curled up in her bed crying.
“excuse me? get out of my way, i need to see ginny. is she alright?” the girl eyed you, as if scanning you for a lie, and she supposed you were sincere in your concern. “she’ll be fine, just give her some space.”
without another word, the gryffindor slammed the door in front of you and you were left staring at the shut dorm, filled with confusion and a harrowing worry. your hand fell and defeated, you shoved your love letter into your pocket.
you didn’t see ginny the next day in class. or the day after that. she wasn’t talking to any of her brothers, you, or harry and had even turned the other way when you waved her down. it was like she was avoiding you and after a week of it, you came to the conclusion that she must be. ginny’s schedule resided in your mind so you set to confront her after potions. a girl with a mission was a force that should never be reckoned with ─ ginny taught you that.
“it shouldn't be too hard if we get some studying in,” ginny was discussing an upcoming exam with astoria greengrass, a slytherin girl in her year. you rather awkwardly stopped in front of the two and watched them part ways, ginny sending you a scarily pissed off glare. the tension could be cut with a knife and you and ginny blurted at the same time.
“you’re avoiding me!”
“i heard you and hermione!”
anger slipping, ginny avoided your eyes. “well that’s why i’ve been avoiding you. i’m sorry, i know i should be happy for you,” she started to ramble and you stared at her, baffled. happy for you and hermione? “i thought i didn’t care, that i could just push my feelings for you aside. it’s just that when you read that letter to hermione, there was so much... love in your voice. it hurt. i want to be the one you love.”
dumbfounded, you realised that she’d thought the letter was for hermione. “oh fuck, ginny no,” you stumbled, making her step back, assuming you were rejecting her. this wasn’t how you wanted to tell her that you loved her, it was supposed to go better than this. “wait! what i mean is─”
“you made it pretty damn clear what you mean, y/n,” ginny sniffled. “i think it's best if i just─” you cut her off with a kiss. you grabbed her face, kissing her like you’d never tasted something so sweet and you just couldn't get enough. she pulled back, breath heavy on your lips. “but... but hermione,” she whispered and you laughed, eyes fluttering shut and head shaking.
“i was reading it to her to practice on you. it was always for you ginny, it’s always been you.” the smile that you missed all week finally enraptured the lips you’d be kissing as much as you possibly can now that you knew you could. “and besides, she fancies your brother.” ginny thought for a moment and then sighed in embarrassment. but she said nothing as she knew you’d only reassure her and she knew this was how things ought to be.
ginny wrapped her arms around you and melted into your embrace, burying herself in your warmth and tugging you closer ─ though with no distance between you two, the gesture wasn’t very efficient. “so you love me?” she just wanted to hear you say it.
“i love you, ginny.”
“i love you, y/n.”
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The Journal // George Weasley x Reader
I LOVED THIS REQUEST FROM @rainy-day-gracie OMGGGG it was SO fun to write.
Don't forget that request are open and dialogue prompts are on my page!
Summary - Reader loses her diary and has to go on a search for it.
Word Count - 1.75k
Prompts - "When did you take that!" ~~ "I hid it."
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Where was it?
WHERE WAS IT?
Now, I didn't like to refer to my personal notes as a diary, I prefer journal. But the point is, it was missing.
Missing from the small compartment under my bed where I had hid it. Not that I expected anyone to take it, but it calmed my anxiety so I did what I could.
The journal looked just like my sketch book, I did this on purpose so that people wouldn't question why I had it out and was writing in it on occasion. They would just think I'm sketching per usual. But I made sure to keep good track of it, because I truly *did* have very personal information in there, like any journal would. So at this point, I'm frantically running around asking my dorm mates if they had seen it. First asking Hermione and Parvarti because they knew of the book. Then asking Ginny Weasley and Sophie Roper.
They had all claimed to have not seen it.
So I rushed down to the common room. Checking the side tables, under the couch, on the fireplace mantle. But it was useless, I *know* I closed it in the compartment 2 days ago. I remember it distinctly because I had written a rather private thing in it that day, and I wanted to stop thinking about how it made me feel.
*Potions, one of my least favorite classes for a few reasons. (Maybe because we had it with the snooty Slytherins or maybe because Severus Snape taught the wretched class, who's to say.) But there was one thing that made the class shine for me despite the things I hated about it.*
*George Weasley.*
*Somehow we had managed to be partners for this potion by random. Much to Snapes disliking. But he had to let it go since the picking was truly random.*
*"Today we will be making the Babbling Beverage, does anyone know what this potion does?" Snape asked in his usual monotone voice. A slytherins hand shot up from the back, explaining that it makes you speak uncontrollable nonsense. George leaned across the table to me.*
*"Guess it wouldn't change much for you then, huh?" He laughed, leaning back into his seat with a shit-eating grin.*
*And that's what sparked me to write in my journal. I felt I had to do it immediately, so I did. I whipped it from my bag and held it in my left hand, not laying it on the table where he could see.*
*"What are you writing?" He asked, trying to peak at it.*
*"I'm drawing you Bimbo!" I laughed but that's not even close to what I was doing.*
**I really thought this was only the stuff you could read about, this feeling. A laugh has never brought louder music to my ears, and that smile, I feel like I've never seen him smile like that. He never fails to bring a shining moment to my day. I hope that I make him feel this way sometimes. The tightness in my chest, the way my heart feels like it's having palpitations because its beating so damn fast. Or the way I think he's just so perfect. I sound like such a teenager gosh.**
*I never used names in the thing just in case someone ever got a hold of it.*
*"Why don't you ever let me see your drawings?" He pouted, grabbing at the book and nearly having a hold of it. I snatched it from him quickly.*
*"Because I'm still learning and I don't like them very much." I lied, holding the book to my chest.*
*"I bet they look fine." He muttered with another pout before going to grab ingredients.*
After I decided there was no use in panicking, I took some deep breaths. I had to get to Potions soon, I could talk to George about this and vent to him about the stress I was under at the moment. I grabbed my Potions book from my side table and headed that way.
To keep me distracted by what I felt like were prying eyes in the corridors, (which no one was probably looking at me, that's paranoia for you) I flipped through my sketch book. I flipped through it all the way to the potions door. But one step in and I had nearly dropped it.
George sat, tipping his chair back with what I was positive was *my* journal. He looked deep in thought, his right index finger dragging down one of the pages to read it. I recovered my sketches and stomped over to him, alerting him of my presence. He stood from the seat, holding the book from my reach.
"When did you take that?!" I tried to express my concern quietly so no one would but in on the convo, my arms crossed over my chest.
"Technically I didn't take it." He replied in a cocky manner. "Sophie got it for me."
"But I hid it! That damn girl, I knew she was being suspicious. Give it back, now Weasley, I'm not playing." I held my hand out for it.
"Not until you tell me who you fancy." My face paled, he had read some of it that little snot. That made me quite scared, I did not want him knowing that.
"George it's just ramblings that I come up with, like short stories."
"These sound pretty realistic to me." For a second there his face seemed hurt, but I will have to look over it considering the situation I'm in currently. He brought it to his eye level, still to where I couldn't reach it, and flipped through pages to find one where I write something lovey. "How about, 'He made me laugh so hard I nearly choked today, how does he do it? Do girls seriously not see the charm in this man? I sure do.'" He flipped more, reaching a sufficient page clearly.
"Or, or this one. 'I like him so much I want to be part of his family. Have you ever liked someone so much you *want* to meet their family. I want to be a Weasley-'"
You've got to be kidding. You've **got** to be kidding.
I must have gotten so caught up with writing it that I just let a name slip. Why would I do that. My hand was clasped over my mouth firmly and George was still holding it eye level, seeming to read it silently. I sat in my seat and put my head on the table so I didn't have to watch anymore.
I figured this would happen this way, it wouldn't be me directly telling him. But I thought I would cry, because the thought if it happening made me cry. But I was actually just scared and embarrassed. Scared of rejection and embarrassed that it happened like this.
I heard the book lay next to me softly on the table and the seat across from me scoot out.
"I'm going to get the ingredients for today." He said quietly. I could see his feet walk away from my view under the table. My head was brought up, grabbing the journal and shoving it into my bag shamefully. He came back with small jars and measuring spoons.
"I didn't mean for her to grab your diary you know." He confessed, not looking me in the eye. "I was trying to get her to grab your sketch book. I wanted to see your sketches. But I'm guessing the books look the same so she grabbed the wrong one. I'm sorry for reading it, that was personal." He was fiddling with his hands, his key sign of nervousness, I could tell he meant his apology.
"Its okay, I would have done the same thing if I had yours." I chuckled, trying to relieve the tension in the air. That brought a smile to his face, finally looking me in the eye.
"So, do you have a crush on Fred?" He asked, his face cringing slightly.
He's kidding right? Surely he's not that dumb. My eyebrows furrowed probably as far as they could.
"What?" Was all I could get out. I could not believe this idiot right now.
"Well I hope it's not Ron, that would be a little weird I think, and surely it's not me."
"Yes it is!" I protested back pressingly.
"Its Ron?!" His face was horrified now.
"No you dimwit! It's you! Merlin are you dumb! Georgie you're all I write about in here nearly, look." I pulled the book out again, flipping to a random page. "I taught him how to braid today, he told me he didn't know how and I told him I was perfect to practice on. He's actually quite good at it, I think he knew how to braid. For a moment there he was just playing with my hair and I thought that I might just blackout, it was a dream." It was from a night in the common room. "Or, more proof. 'The boy was sitting across from me on the couch in front of the fireplace today. It was perfect to draw, or at least try. The sketch is kind if shit but I can tell its him and now it think I'll look at it every day because I loved that moment.'"
George's face looked so happy. It was another one of those smiles that drove me mad, but I guess everything about him drove me mad, didn't it?
"You really feel that way about me?"
"Of course I do. I thought it was obvious. And I'm sorry to spring it on you like this."
"Well I certainly was too much of a wuss to do it myself." He said with a nervous smile.
"You mean, you feel the same way?" There's absolutely no way.
"Well of course." He said, as if it was the most casual and obvious thing in the world. "Do you see me act the way I do around you with anyone else. Braiding anyone else's hair, trying to stay calm and collected and seem cool around anyone else."
"Well that's because we're best friends."
"But is that the case for either of us?" And he was right. We only acted this way around eachother because we were hopelessly pining for one another, without even knowing it. And it was consistently working.
"Well aren't we just the perfect pair." I said with a giggle, pouring ingredients in the cauldron for the first time in 10 minutes.
"Are we a pair now?" He asked with a cheesy smile.
"Is this your way of asking me out Weasley?"
"Maybe."
"Then yes, we *are* a pair."
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Unexpected flame (part 6) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter
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Believe it or not, but Gryffindors were known to have great parties. And, unlike Slytherin, they weren't too strict about who could enter the party. Everyone was welcomed, as long as they didn't damage their common room or picked fights - which was a basic rule.
Music blasted as Juliet danced with Luna, showing the blonde more modern moves. Ginny, on her end, was looking for Harry, thinking the small bit of alcohol she drank would be enough to ask the Chosen One to dance with her.
''Has any of you seen Harry?'' she asked, stumbling over to two girls with alcohol on her breath.
Juliet spotted him in a corner of the common room, looking at Cho Chung the way Ginny wished he was looking at her. ''I saw him going that way with Ron,'' she said, pointing in the opposite direction. ''Perhaps they went to get drinks.''
''If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him, okay?''
On that, she disappeared in the crowd.
''Should we tell her about Cho?'' Juliet nodded at the fellow Ravenclaw sitting with Marietta Edgecombe on a couch.
Luna followed her friend's gaze. ''Unless there's a possibility Cho and Harry might get together, I say no.''
Luna was right. Why crush Ginny's hopes when nothing was even close to be official? As far as Juliet knew, Cho was still hung on Cedric - his tragic loss still fairly recent - and grieving. She had seen her crying in front of his memorial by Hufflepuff's common room last week and she didn't look like she was ready to move on to another boyfriend anytime soon. Sorry harry.
''Do you think there is a chance that Harry might like Ginny back?''
''Perhaps. For now, I think he sees her more as his best friend's little sister than a love interest.''
''Hopefully he'll open his eyes and see how amazing she is.''
''Hopefully,'' Juliet agreed.
Over Luna' shoulder, Juliet caught sight of Fred who was looking rather hot in his button up with the first top buttons undone. It was a nice change from the sweaters. He was laughing with Lee Jordan and some other friends, a red cup on his right hand.
''Until summer is over,'' they had agreed, back in her bedroom at Grimmauld Place as Fred slipped her cami over her head, hands caressing the newly uncovered skin.
Back then, it had seemed to be a good agreement, but two month had passed since Juliet had last had a taste of the redhead's lips and she was craving him.
''I'm gonna get more beer. Would you like anything?'' Juliet asked, hoping Luna would say no so she didn't have to actually get beer. Juliet didn't really want beer. She just needed an excuse to wander away and go talk to Fred.
Luna declined her offer and kept dancing. She twirled on herself while making odd fly catching movements with her hands. Juliet shook her head. She really was one of a kind.
Juliet smoothed down her dress before walking over to the twins.
''Hey, Black,'' George greeted, seeing her approaching their way. ''Having fun at our party?''
Upon hearing her name, Fred had turned around, feeling his stomach tighten as she stopped before them. His eyes went up and down, from her sparkling eyes and lightly flushed cheeks to the thin straps on her shoulders, exposing a lot of skin up there. There was no denying, she looked hot.
''Very much,'' she replied with a grin. Around them, colorful lights were flashing in the room from some muggle device someone had brought, giving it a club-like ambiance. ''Ravenclaws have parties too, but nothing like this.''
''I think I saw Ginny by the fireplace,'' Fred said, assuming she was looking for his sister.
''Actually, it's you I was looking for. Fancy a dance, Weasley?'' Juliet asked boldly, biting down her bottom lip as she stared right at Fred.
''I can dance with you if he doesn't want to go-'' one of the twins' friends proposed, but his words were interrupted by an elbow nudge from Fred.
Fred put down his empty cup and followed Juliet to the dancing area of the common room, admiring how the black dress hugged her curves the right way as they walked.
Juliet knew what she was doing to him. She had put this dress on purpose, knowing it would get Fred's attention, missing how things were during summer.
Once they reached the dancing area, Juliet snaked her arms behind his neck and Fred pressed his forehead against Juliet's and followed her moves, not wishing to lose body contact with her.
''This is very different than the last time we danced together,'' Fred said, his breath tickling your neck.
Very different, indeed.
At the Yule Ball, Juliet was only looking to make good memories with her friends, but tonight, she was hoping to lure herself in Fred's arms - and bed.
She hummed.
As they danced, Juliet could smell Fred's cologne - which she had dearly missed. She could also smell the firewhiskey on his breath, the appetizer for a good night.
Known as the party-er one, it wasn't surprising that Fred Weasley wasn't a bad dancer - the guy had moves - and Juliet would be lying if she said she didn't like it. Fred's hands moved down her sides, easily following her moves.
They were probably giving a show to their classmates, but they certainly weren't the worst. Someone was most certainly making out in a corner with their hand under a skirt. Parties at Hogwarts were wild.
Feeling hot from dancing, Juliet flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned around in his hold and began grinding her hips against Fred. The older boy smirked, enjoying this new position.
.
After a few songs, they parted ways and Juliet sat on a couch with Ginny, listening to her hating on Cho Chung.
''I don't see what he sees in her.''
She wasn't wrong.
''They have nothing in common!''
''Beside quidditch, but they aren't on the same team.''
''I like quidditch too,'' the redhead recalled. ''I just made it to the team. I'm only a substitute seeker, but that's a start, right?''
Juliet abstained to tell her that Cho was the official Ravenclaw seeker.
''And Harry needs spice in his life. Not someone bland like Cho.''
''Look at my hair, I'm spice.'' Ginny flicked a piece of her ginger hair and Juliet brought her lips to her red cup.
Juliet's fun was cut short and replaced by jealousy as she watched Fred and Angelina dance together by the drink table. They weren't dancing the way she and him had been earlier, but it still fuelled her stomach with jealousy. How could he?! Juliet's jaw clenched, but she reminded herself that Fred wasn't hers.
''Do you want a refill? I'm gonna get more beer.'' Ginny said, getting up from the couch. She stumbled a bit, but regained her balance.
''Firewhiskey.''
.
Hours later, Juliet was still on the couch, but Ginny was no longer by her side. Her eyes were feeling heavy and she was getting sleepy.
Before she could pass out, George found her. ''Juliet? Merlin's beard,'' he said under his breath, concerned about her. ''How much did you drink?''
She shrugged, not responding to his question and George sighed. He glanced around for his sister or Luna, but none of them were in sight. He couldn't leave her there. Not knowing what else to do, George slid her arm around his neck and brought her up to his dorm with Lee's help.
He couldn't get her to her dorm because of the stupid old-fashion protection rule for the girls' dormitory and it would also require getting into the Ravenclaw headquarters - and George had no idea how to do that. Their passwords were stupid riddles and they weren't his forte.
The boys put her down on Fred's bed, George's having Weasley Wheezes samples on it. Why hadn't he put it away before going down in the common room to party?
''Is she okay?'' Lee asked George before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
''Yeah. She just needs sleep.''
''Freddie?'' Juliet asked drowsily, eyes barely open.
George smiled apologetically. ''Wrong one,'' he told her gently. He sat on the bed and removed her shoes, thankful it wasn't one of those complicated, lace up ones.
She nuzzled in the pillow and closed her eyes again. Why had she drank this much?
George was about to tuck her in when the door opened and Fred walked in, still in a party mood. He had only come up to get some sweets to sell downstairs, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Juliet laying on his bed, looking knocked out.
''Finally, you're here.''
''Why did you bring her here? I'm not her boyfriend.'' He sounded bitter and a little drunk too.
''What was I supposed to do? Leave her on the couch? I know I'm the responsible twin, but I assumed you had common thinking.''
Fred sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. George was right. Taking her to their room was smart. Gryffindors weren't wrong-minded, but when alcohol was involved, anyone could've taken advantage of her. Fred felt sick at the idea.
''Sorry. I just...I had a long night.''
''You're not the only one, as you can see.'' George nodded at Juliet.
She reached out and grabbed at one of the twins' arm. ''Freddie? Is that you?''
''Yeah, it's me,'' he replied and sat on the bed, giving his attention to the raven haired girl.
''Can you stay with me?''
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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years
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Written In The Stars CXVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: I promise I have this shit handled there won’t be more drama than needed I PROMISE -Danny
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Chapter Fourteen: A Distraction.
"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione explained quickly as she handed a coin to each student. 
"On real Galleons, that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry and Mel set the date of the next meeting they'll change the numbers on their coin, and because we've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic theirs."
"Took the majority of our weekend to make 'em, but I think we did a decent job," Mel smiled proudly.
After a couple of seconds where no one said anything, Hermione added anxiously:
"Well — when Mel told me about this I thought it was a good idea– I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But... well, if you don't want to use them..."
"You can do a Protean Charm?" said Terry Boot.
"Yes," said Hermione. "I mean, Mel and I just learned so they could be a bit faulty, but we're quite sure they'll work just fine..."
"But that's... that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is," he said weakly.
"Oh," said Hermione, trying to sound modest. "Oh... well... yes, I suppose it is..."
"Well, I'm not having lessons with my uncle for nothing," Mel laughed. "I'm a natural talent, and Hermione is a fast learner. You can trust us."
"How come you're not in Ravenclaw?" Terry asked in shock. "With brains like yours?"
"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting," said Hermione with joy, "but it decided on Gryffindor in the end."
"And when the hat sorted me, I was definitely not Ravenclaw-worthy," Mel said, deep in thought. "I wonder if it would change its mind now that I'm older..."
"So does that mean we're using the Galleons?" Hermione insisted.
There was a general agreement and everyone dispersed, Mel went back to the bookshelves and put a bit of order before leaving.
"You're a brilliant teacher," said a voice behind her.
Mel turned around to see Fred standing there, his arms crossed.
"Arranging books isn't that hard... neither is reading them, you know?" She teased.
"I prefer to use my time on more enjoyable things," He shrugged, the boy got closer and picked up a few books to help her. "Like working on my products... talking to pretty girls..."
"What do you want?" She snorted.
"What, I'm nice and suddenly you assume I need something?"
She stared at him knowingly, raising a brow.
"Okay, fine," He sighed. "Some of us talked and decided I was the bloke that had to come and ask you..."
"Ask what?"
"Well, you see, we're confused," He continued carefully. "...About your love life."
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Oh, it's not, believe me," Fred raised a brow. "But my friends are cowards and I'm your friend, so they pushed me to ask you. Because they're really invested in your life, and they want to know–"
"If I'm available?" Mel ended. "Sorry to be the one who tells them this, but I like people who aren't afraid of me."
"They're not afraid of you," The boy hesitated, "not in the way you think."
"I'm their teacher, I can't date them," She replied casually.
"Don't try to give that excuse," Fred responded right away. "Harry's been all over Cho and she's his student as well!"
"Yeah, but I'm not Harry."
Fred stayed quiet for a moment before trying again.
"I don't know why would he choose her over you, though."
"Fred," She warned him. "Not now..."
"No, really," He continued. "I don't know what happened, but you seemed to be having the best time and then the third task came and–"
"Exactly," She dropped a book on the table with a loud thud. "You don't know. No one does and I would appreciate it if everyone could just stop trying to know..."
"We worry about you," He frowned. "You're not the same. Harry's not the same, we know something really awful happened if You-Know-Who's trying to kill you. But you don't have to go through it alone."
"You want to help me?" She turned around, walking up to him and poking his chest with her finger. "Stay out of it. Don't ask. That'll help me more than dating one of your friends."
"I'm not trying to set you up with anyone, I'm just trying to understand!"
"Understand what?" Mel asked in frustration. "I have friends, people listen to me– They invite me places, some even want to date me! I've never been better!"
"You have," He pushed her hand away. "Last year, after Harry pulled you out of the lake–"
"Honestly, to hell with Harry," She scowled. "I don't need him. He doesn't need me. We found common ground while planning these lessons and that's really all the interaction we require. I still care about him and I will help him if he asks nicely, but I don't–"
"Mel–"
"I'm fine!" She raised her voice. "I'm so busy– the lessons and the D.A.– and Umbridge being a pain, and that nagging headache that comes and goes every time this bloody boy gets in trouble–"
"Mel..."
"So what if he wants to date Cho?" She started to pick up more books and setting them in random places. "I'm no one to stop him. We never dated! I can't have feelings for him!"
"But you do."
"Of course I do, Fred!" Mel blurted out. "I'm in love with him!"
The girl closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't going to cry a second time because of a boy, let alone in front of someone else.
"Hey," Fred stirred into acting and hugged her gently. "I get it... No, I don't. But I don't judge you."
"Why not?" She said hoarsely. "I'm an idiot. He rejected me months ago and I can't let it go."
He shrugged.
"Listen, I'm no expert at romance, but you obviously need time to figure things out. I'll make sure my friends won't annoy you, don't worry, you'll be left alone if that's what you want."
"Not alone," She held onto him in worry. "I don't want to be left alone– just... it'd be nice if they can give me space."
"Whatever suits you, Lady," He agreed. "You know, I'm not used to being the comforting bloke. I'm more the funny type."
"Growing up means you learn how to be both," She said softly. "I think you're great."
"Flattery won't get you anywhere with me," He raised a brow.
"I'd never heard such a blatant lie."
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Ron sat down next to her with an air of despair. She put an empty bowl in front of the boy.
"I must've been mental to do this," He mumbled. "Mental."
"Don't be thick," said Harry, sitting on his other side and handing him the cereal. "You're going to be fine. It's normal to be nervous."
"I'm rubbish. I'm lousy. I can't play to save my life. What was I thinking?"
"Ron, when we trained together you were wonderful!" Mel frowned. "Don't let their sneers get to you, you've worked hard!"
"Get a grip," said Harry. "Look at that save you made with your foot the other day, even Fred and George said it was brilliant —"
"That was an accident!" He said, turning an ugly shade of green. "I didn't mean to do it — I slipped off my broom when none of you were looking and I was trying to get back on and I kicked the Quaffle by accident."
"Well," Harry glanced at her in a silent plea, "a few more accidents like that and the game's in the bag, isn't it?"
"Certainly!" Mel agreed, knowing that even the slightest argument could mess with Ron's spirits.
"How're you feeling?" Ginny asked her brother as soon as she and Hermione sat down.
"He's just nervous," Harry replied quickly.
"Well, that's a good sign, I never feel you perform as well in exams if you're not a bit nervous," said Hermione heartily.
"Definitely helps you be more cautious," Mel nodded, softly rubbing Ron's back.
"Hello," Luna walked up to them, she was wearing a massive Lion head as a hat, which she pointed casually. "I'm supporting Gryffindor. Look what it does..."  She tapped it with her wand. The lion roared so loudly a few students chocked on their food.
"Wicked!" Mel said.
"It's good, isn't it? I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, you know, but there wasn't time. Anyway... good luck, Ronald!"
"Isn't she lovely, Ron?" Mel beamed. "She came to wish you good luck, wasn't that nice?"
"Wonderful," Ron said dryly.
Angelina, Katie, and Alicia appeared behind them.
"When you're ready," Angelina said, "we're going to go straight down to the pitch, check out conditions and change."
"We'll be there in a bit," Harry replied. "Ron's just got to have some breakfast."
But no matter how hard Mel and Harry tried to convince him to eat, he refused every attempt. Mel got up to follow the boys outside, Hermione did as well and pulled Harry aside for a second.
"Don't let Ron see what's on those Slytherins' badges," she whispered.
Mel knew what she was talking about, those badges with 'Weasley is our king' written on them. She'd tried to hex them while no one was looking, but one warning look of Hermione was enough to stop her.
"Good luck, Ron," Hermione put one hand on her friend's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "And you, Harry —"
Mel had to hide her smile after seeing the boy's reaction to Hermione's gesture. Then, as fast as the pleasant feeling appeared, it also came the realization that there was one tradition that she could not do.
She walked quietly next to Ron, praying that Harry was too distracted with his friend to even remember the missing element. She got to the changing rooms and gave Ron a tight hug, whispering soft words of comfort that she knew her friend was not listening.
"Lady!" Fred and George were coming from the castle, and a huge relief washed over her. "Came to wish us good luck?"
Harry froze, she saw him turn and silently cursed the twins, the boy seemed to have forgotten about the tradition, but at the mention he immediately backtracked. Mel ran up to the twins pretending she hadn't seen him.
"I actually came to wish Ron good luck, this being his first game and all," She smiled. "But I guess it'd be better if I wish you all good luck, you need all the good wishes you can get."
"That we do," George frowned, looking at Ron over her shoulder. "How's he doing?"
"If I'm honest, terribly," Mel said grimly. "Please don't mess with him today, all right?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," He sighed. "Thank you for your good wishes, Lady."
"No problem," She said brightly.
Mel hugged both -having to stand on her tiptoes but not as much as before- when it was Fred's turn, he held onto her a bit longer to whisper in her ear.
"Wasn't this your tradition with Harry? The good luck hugs?"
"I can't do it!" Mel said, holding onto Fred tighter. "What should I do?"
"Well, you could be a twat and leave after I break the hug," He offered. "Or you could stop being silly and just wish him good luck as well. You don't have to hug him or anything..."
She gulped.
"Fine. Thank you."
Fred stepped back, his usual playful grin appearing.
"Hey, if I remember correctly the hug always comes with a kiss– Where's ours?"
"Win the game and you might get it," She snickered.
Fred and George walked past -not without ruffling her hair first- and left her at Harry's mercy. True to Fred's words, he approached her.
"You know..." He started. "I'm glad you came to wish us good luck and... er–"
"Of course," Mel said. "Ron's one of my best friends."
Harry lowered his gaze.
"Yeah, I know that..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "See you..."
Harry looked up, those gloomy eyes finding hers.
"Good luck," She said, nodding shortly and leaving before her urge for physical contact could convince her to do something stupid.
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Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
"Hermione I beg you," Mel groaned. "One hex, let me do it once and I promise I'll be quiet for the rest of the game."
"I can't, Mel. If you do it I'll have to take points from you."
"But listen to them!"
"I know! But it's best if we just ignore it–"
"Not for Ron it isn't!" Mel huffed.
Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King.
"Tell me, nutty," Pansy pushed her way through the crowd. "How does it feel to know you're about to lose to Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Who said we're losing?" Mel asked without looking at her, her knuckles white from the effort of keeping a neutral attitude.
"— and Pucey's dodged Alicia again, and he's heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron!"
The crowd on her side groaned and swore under their breath. Pansy laughed happily.
"Are you going to comfort your boyfriend after the game is over? I can picture him all grumpy and mean– and you still melt around him as if he were the cutest kitten!"
"You're one to talk," Mel rolled her eyes. "Harry's not my boyfriend. When your friends care about you that's what you do, you comfort them. But of course you wouldn't know, you have no real friends..."
"You call that group of admirers your friends?" Pansy sneered. "As if they actually cared about you, they just talk to you because they're brainless!"
"Is that why you're talking to me, then? Leave me alone. I want to watch the game."
"Pansy, we should move," She heard Daphne Greengrass's voice. "We're surrounded..."
Pansy pushed Mel's shoulder as she walked past, which wasn't any better, cause now she had no excuse to not pay attention to the tragedy happening in front of her.
Poor Ron couldn't catch a break and Mel felt something growing around her, her anxiety and anger were building up as the Slytherin sang louder. Mel breathed in and out several times, she looked down to the part of the railing she was holding and saw her hands were leaving a dark stain on it.
Suddenly, Harry dived down to catch the snitch, Malfoy following suit. Her mood lifted instantly, if she could trust in something, that was Harry's quidditch skills. In a matter of seconds, Harry stabilized his broom, the snitch safely guarded inside his palm.
Mel was in the middle of letting out a relieved sigh when a bludger hit Harry right at the base of his back, the impact pushed him out of his broom and Mel's stomach dropped even though he had been merely four or five feet away from the ground.
"Is he all right?!" Mel leaned over the railing and Hermione was quick to hold her back.
She heard Parvati and Lavender giggling behind her.
"Oh, there it is," Lavender laughed.
"You had us worried, Mel! Ever since the year started we were wondering whether if you had moved on from your little crush..."
"Yeah, for a moment you fooled us!" Lavender laughed, though it wasn't meant to be mocking. "But hey, if he goes to the hospital wing again we'll make sure to send you breakfast and dinner so you don't famish while you look after him."
Harry was okay after all, and he got up like nothing had happened. After she confirmed this, a wave of annoyance hit her.
Why, even after all those months staying away from him, people kept insisting on calling her Harry's admirer? That was long over! She wouldn't drop everything just to help him. She could've ignored those comments when Fred mentioned them, and she could've let it go when Pansy taunted, but for some reason, hearing her own classmates say it made her blood boil.
She wasn't an extension of Harry, she was her own person! She even regretted telling Fred she was in love. She was not. Definitely not.
She saw the girls in the team holding Fred back, and George being held back by Harry. Her eyes soon found Malfoy, who was saying something to them with a nasty smirk.
"We have a problem," She told Hermione and quickly made her way out of the stands to stop whatever Malfoy was attempting to create.
"Or perhaps," Malfoy was saying as she arrived, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it —"
Harry and George jumped into action, not even caring about pulling out their wands, they went at it with their bare fists.
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
Mel pushed some people out of the way, but the scandal caught everyone's attention and it was harder to get to them.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" Madame Hooch shouted. Harry and George flew far from Malfoy's reach. "What do you think you're doing? I've never seen behaviour like it — back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!"
Malfoy was whimpering on the ground, completely beaten. Fred was being held by the three Gryffindor chasers and he was completely red. Harry and George got up, panting and bleeding, bruised all over. She felt her knuckles tingling, the side of her head was pounding. Harry was hurting.
She walked up to Fred instead.
"It's okay!" She yelled at the girls. "I got this!"
She saw their relieved expressions, everyone knew that the only student the twins would listen to apart from Lee was Mel. They let him go, and he tried to walk up to Malfoy, but Mel stood in his way.
"Calm down!" She held him back. "Your brother's in trouble already, don't do this to Angelina!"
"You didn't hear what he was saying," Fred used a voice she'd never heard before. "That fucking rat–"
"It's over," Mel insisted, trying to ignore the pulsations on her body that she knew belonged to Harry's side of the lifeline. "Look at him! The guy's pulp at this point..."
"Yeah, but he's not dead, so there's a few things I can do..." He tried to get rid of her, but Mel only moved her hands up to cup his face and forced him to look at her.
"You're not doing anything! You'll get punished too!"
"It'll be worth it!" He insisted. "And you can't stop me!"
Mel was angry for several reasons. She was angry because Harry was angry, and she'd been through a roller coaster of emotions that morning. She was vulnerable and having a hard time muting out Harry's feelings. She just couldn't do it.
She was pissed because no matter how far from Harry she'd stand, people kept seeing her as his delusional devotee, it didn't matter how nice she was with the rest of the school, most only talked to her out of pure selfish interest, either popularity or trying to have their way with her.
It was humiliating to see how everyone just continued to compare her to the men in her life. Like she couldn't be relevant on her own. If she didn't have a voice, at least she'd make sure no one would look at her and think she was Harry's.
Mel held Fred's face tighter and pulled him down in a sudden kiss. She heard gasps and whispers all around her, she felt Fred going terribly stiff for a second before abruptly reciprocating. His actions took her by surprise and she yelped, jumping out of reach.
Fred blinked, his arms hovering on the same place where her figure had been seconds before, he didn't know what to do with himself.
"Wha..?" He said, sounding completely lost. "What?"
"You won," She blurted out, looking around and realizing than most of her classmates had seen her. "I said that if you won, I'd kiss you–"
"You said maybe," He interrupted in bewilderment.
"I know what I said!" Mel felt like she could faint out of pure embarrassment. "Maybe I just wanted to kiss you!"
"Well, maybe I should ask you on a date!" He replied defensively.
"I'd say yes, thank you!" The girl pulled her robes up her neck. Then she added in discomfort. "Can we please leave now?"
The boy noticed everyone was looking at them and nodded. They left the field, keeping as much distance between them as possible.
'What have I done?' Mel thought in distress.
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Angels CRY ` twilight, Harry Potter crossover.
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April-Mae is Renesmee twin. but the thing is she's unwanted. on her 18 birthday, she gets a gift from a friend. and suddenly Harry Potter is real!?. follow April on her journey and who knows love may be in the air.
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" But I don't want to go back Harry " I replied gripping on his arm.
In the background, ginny Weasley glared at me in angry and jealously.
But I wasn't paying attention to that.
Harry looks at me " then you don't have to go back, you can stay here and fight horocruxs with my darling " he cooed stepping close and press his lips against mines.
Ah, darling the nickname he just to call me before everything was in bad danger.
I decided that Harry was worth fighting for.
Who are you?
I am you
No, you are you?.
No, I am you
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( April-Mae Point Of View )
- think she's awake? " A voice I haven't heard before asks. I finally open my eyes and gasp there in front of me was Ron Weasley, Hermione granger and I look to the left and it was -
HARRY POTTER! I squealed as they covered their ears at my loud outburst.
I grab his hand and ignored his gasp, sitting in their seat as I sat next to him was amazing. They continue to stare as I just squeal and giggle like a mad girl. And who would that would you do if you wake up one day In the wizarding world ?.
" Sorry to be rude or anything, but who are you? And what did you come from?" Harry asks me.
" Yeah, we have have been going to Hogwarts for years and we have never seen you before," Ron said rudely looking at me, I rolled my eyes as Hermione elbowed him, I forget he's a sour git sometimes.
" I don't remember, one moment I was wishing my twin a happy birthday, and then next am here crazy right?" I replied looking up at them.
They all look at Harry, of course since he's the leader he needs permission to everything.
" well, what do you say of joining our trio?" Harry purred at me.
I nodded if I remember correctly Draco should appear any moment.
My coalitions were correct he opens the door and froze mid-sentence as his eyes landed on me.
" who's she? , I never saw her before? are you new?" Draco asks coldly.
I rolled my eyes no matter how beautiful he was, he was an ass.
" it's none of your business sirs " I replied.
His eyes widen and he looks at me with hatred.
Why you litt- I cut him off by sending him flying back out the door.
" now we're where we?" I ask.
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I step off the train along with Harry. Immediately whispers and eyes look onto me.
Hermione wrapped her arms around me, I don't know but we got closer on the train.
Ron on the other hand just walked forward and ignoring us.
Rolling my eyes again as his attitude on the train didn't decrease at all.
I keep going until we git inside to the sorting.
If I remember correctly this was the year after harry's Godfather Sirius black.
So if I am correct this is the 6th year. And I was 18 but can go for a 16-year-old if I want.
Let's see how everything goes.
Professor McGonagall steps forward with the hat in her hand.
"Today we have a new student, she will be treated with respect no matter what house she in is that clear? " she ordered almost immediately everyone repeated what she said.
April -Mae Cullen! I stood scared and nervous as hell, who knows what house I"ll be in.
I sat on the stool as she places the hat on me and immediately heard a voice.
Ha! A hybrid that has never happened before! The hat whispered.
What house best suits me? I ask.
Slytherin would do you good, but you belong with your soulmate dear.
And who would that be? I ask amused.
That's for me to know and you to find out dear, and yes I see your past get close to Severus snape no matter what people say, you'll be shocked at what you find out.
Okay, anything else?
Yes, stay away from Draco Malfoy, now best be -
Gryffindor! The hat yelled everyone stood up clapping for me.
Hermione and harry called the loudest.
While Ron looks at me with a glint in his eyes I couldn't recognize.
I shook my head and start eating as dumbledore finished talking.
God damn! I said finishing my chicken. Neville and people from the table look at me in excitement and other emotions.
They all immediately start asking me questions.
Guys! One at a time please I replied laughing.
How old are you? 16.
How tall are you? I stood up fall height 5'7. Next question.
Where do you live? My heart drops and my eyesight blurred as tears ran down my face.
Look at what y'all did! Millions of shouted and yells where heard around the halls.
Hands were placed on me as I felt myself being carried out.
I was placed down on something and I felt liquid being poured down my throat.
Wincing at the pain I open my eyes to see the nurse looking at me with concern.
What Happened? I ask. She came over and sat next to me and grabbed my hand.
" sweetie you had a panic attack, I don't think you'll be the same ever again," she said looking at me waiting on my reaction.
Tears ran down my face, I knew this would happen one way or another.
How long? I ask her. She didn't answer.
How. Long. I replied threw clench teeth
6 weeks.
Oh no!
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