#ginny weasley x y/n

[lionizingheathen]

Take it Out on Me- G.W.

Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Ginny, Sub!Reader, Slightly Public Setting, Vaginal Fingering, Degredation

"You're so pretty like this love, you were made to take my fingers." Ginny murmured, biting down hard on your earlobe as she continued to thrust her fingers in quickly, making you whimper against the wall as you dug your fingers into the stone, feeling the cool of it pressed against your face.

"Fuck..."  You whined, and Ginny chuckled darkly, biting down on your shoulder as she added a third finger to join the first two, curling inside of you.  Your mouth dropped open as she continued her brutal pace, making you squeeze your eyes shut... God, you'd never recover from this.  There couldn't be an after her.

"You've got such a fucking mouth on you, quiet the hell down."  She snapped, and you shook your head, letting it fall back against the wall as she continued to fuck you hard.  You reached down and rubbed at your own clit, groaning softly when you felt how swollen it was.

"Can't... Too good..."  You moaned, and you heard her let out a full laugh, yanking your hair hard, pulling your head back with it.  She licked up the side of your neck, making you shiver.  Something about the way she did this, the way she fucked the life out of you while still in her practice clothes, you thought about it for days, waiting for the next time that someone pissed her off.

"Merlin, you're such a whore... you were practically begging for this, you know?  Watching me from the stands, giving me those eyes... you know what you did.  You always know what you did and yet you keep doing it.  You know why?" She asked, and you swallowed heavily, pressing your hips and ass back against her, giving her a better angle to massage inside of you, making your head lull back against her shoulder before she shoved it foreward, pressing your face into the stone.  It would be humiliating if anyone walked in and saw this, saw Ginny Weasley fucking you senseless against the wall of the lockerroom, but you couldn't help but love it.

"Why?"  You gasped, and Ginny's fingers stopped moving as she responded to you.  No.  You whimpered, trying to force her to move, but she held strong, pressing you against the rock as she spoke.

"Because you like when I take it out on you.  It makes you feel good, isn't that right?" Ginny asked, sounding almost like she was gloating.  You pouted then, pouted at the way she'd stilled her fingers.  You ground your hips down, swiveling them in an attempt to get the same pleasure that she had been giving you, but you couldn't replicate it.  Fuck.

"Gin, please..."  You gasped, but she didn't respond to that.

"I asked you a question, now answer it." Ginny growled, and you nodded on instinct, feeling her fingers start to move again.  You let out a breath of relief, and decided to vocalize your answer to her question, lest she stop again.

"Yes!  I love it, please fuck me harder!  Faster!"  You begged, and Ginny let out another breathless laugh, increasing her pace to the point of making you breathless, making your insides practically turn to fire.

"Merlin, everyone's gonna know what we're doing in here, love.  Is that what you want?" Ginny asked, and you nodded frantically.  Yes.  Yes, you wanted that.  You were hers, that was something that everyone needed to be aware of, otherwise you'd lose your mind.

"Want 'em to know I'm yours."  You responded.

"Possessive, are we?"  She asked, and you nodded.  God, who wouldn't be?  Ginny was amazing.

"Yes!"  She loved hearing that.  You knew she did, she told you as much.

"Good.  I'm yours, babe.  But more importantly, you're mine."  She said, her tone boardering on dangerous.  You nodded frantically.  Yes. 100% yes, you were hers.

"All yours."

"That's right.  You can take another finger, can't you?"  Ginny asked, and your eyes widened.  You'd only ever taken three from her like this, another one would surely send you right over the edge.

"That's... That's a lot."  You said, and Ginny didn't seem bothered by that, leaning forward to your shoulder.

"Yeah."  She bit you again.  "But you can take it."  She murmured, and she slipped another finger insde of you, making you gasp at the intrusion.  Your cunt was burning at the stretch and you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer just by that.  She was ruining you.

"Fuck!  Oh my God."  You whined, feeling her curl her fingers inside of you.  You could hear how wet you were, and feel the way you were dripping onto her palm and it made your cheeks burn.  That was only increased by Ginny's pleased sort of chuckle.

"You're soaking my hand, babe."  Ginny murmured, and you gasped, your mouth dropping open as you spread your legs further, pressing your chest firmly against the wall, trying to give Ginny better access.  She was so deep.

"Gonna cum... so close..."  You whined, and Ginny hummed her approval, finally seeing your fingers working against your clit.

"Keep rubbing your clit, baby.  You're gonna cum on my hand."  Ginny murmured, and you nodded, rubbing harder at your clit, making your vision narrow into a slit as you felt yourself reaching the edge, felt pressure building like a band in your lower stomach.  Ginny's pace only got more brutal, both harder and faster to a point where you wondered if she'd cast some kind of spell on her hand to keep herself from cramping... that was the only thing that made an iota of sense.

"I... I..."  You felt the band snap in your stomach, making your legs buckle against the wall as you let out a high moan.  Ginny's free hand clapped over your mouth as she continued her brutal pace, forcing you straight into another one as you clawed at the wall, only being held up by the fingers that were fucking it's way in and out of you.  Once you came down from your second orgasm, Ginny removed her fingers, making you slump against the ground, your face pressed against the side of her leg.  She ran her fingers through your hair, making you look up at her.  Her smile was soft, and her expression was warm... your girlfriend was back.

"Merlin, you look godly doing that, you know?"  She asked, and you licked your lips, getting up on shaky knees to press Ginny against the wall, yanking at the waistband of her pants.

"Wanna return the favor."  You said, and she went to bat your hands away, taking your chin in her hand to look at you with concern, shaking her head.

"You don't have to do that-."  That wasn't it.  You didn't do anything because you had to, you did it because you wanted to.

"Let me."

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[robynlilyblack]

hi i literally live for your wolfstar parents fics btw

okay ive been sitting here for longer than a while and genuinely cant think of a request so all i have is

fluffy ginny x fem reader (ft wolfstar parents (possibly))

Already perfect

Ginny Weasley x fem! reader

dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader

Summary: At Bill and Fleurs wedding, Y/n and Ginny start thinking about their own

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, just everyone being in utterly in love with their resepective partner x

A/n: 1.3k words, you can't tell me Remus wouldn’t be in charge of doing his daughters hair since he would have so braided Sirius’ for him. I love writing wolfstar dads no much so thank you for the request, enjoy!

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“Moons!” you giggle as you hear your dad call out for around the thousandth time “Moons please help me?” he pleads and your father sighs behind you

“He isn’t going to stop till you answer” you remind him

He chuckles as he finishes doing your hair “I know pup…don’t touch it I need to get the hairspray” he warns you swatting your hand down playfully

When he turns away you fix your parting before quickly going back to pretending you didn’t

“REMUS MY PRETTY BOY OF A HUSBAND LUPIN!” Sirius shouts through the house

“SIRIUS MY IDIOT OF A HUSBAND LUPIN, GIVE ME A MERLIN DAMN MINUTE!”  he shouts back taking off the lid of the spray while you giggle at your fathers

“Okay pup tilt your head back for me” you let your neck fall over the back of the chair and smile up at your father before closing your eyes

As he finishes, you sit back up admiring your hair “Thanks dad” you shift around on the seat to look at him finding him smiling brightly

Suddenly the door is kicked open

“Okay if you won’t come…fuck” your father struggles hauling what looks like a clothes rack through into your bedroom “If you won’t come to me I’ll bring the problem to you” he says as he presents a bunch of jackets

“Was this really necessary?” Remus asks crossing his arms

Sirius nods right away “Yes, this is a big decision we must be the hottest pair of parents there, you are covered because you are hot to trot constantly but I need added flair” he flips his hair while you let out a laugh and Remus tries his best to bite back his smile 

“What are the choices?” you ask standing and revealing your outfit

Sirius turns to you “Well pup…” he starts before taking you in “Pup you look so beautiful!” he walks up hands finding your shoulders “You get that from me” he winks and you give him a look “I know biologically that’s impossible but you grew up seeing this and that” he gestures to himself and then eyes Remus with a huge smirk who gives him a playful eye roll in return

“Okay yes, you’re hot, I’m hot, and our daughter is beyond beautiful, but before you go on another hour-long speech which end in pup getting bored and you crying about how our little girl is all grown up…” he walks over and grabs a jacket “…put on this one because we both know this is the one you would choose”

“Fine” he takes the jacket pouting and you giggle at your parents

Remus gives him a kiss to the cheek and his pout is challenged by a growing smile

“You know I’m right” Remus says grinning at him

“I know but let me have this” Sirius mumbles 

“Fine” Remus whispers

“You’re really mean and I’m always right” Your father says unable to hold back his smile as he slips on the suit jacket

Remus chuckles “I’m mean and you’re always right” he kisses his lips before they turn to you

“You two are weird” you note and they bob their heads in agreement 

“In a good way I hope” Sirius wonders 

“The best way”

After listening to your fathers playfully bicker about how many buttons Sirius should unbutton, which was finally resolved as three since Remus said he wasn’t on the prowl anymore followed by a reply you shall forever pretend you never heard, you all make it to the wedding.

As you get to your seat you see your girlfriend, giving her a little wave from afar before spotting Charlie and Percy who give you big smiles as they head through to get Bill

“Hello mini moony” you hear your uncle James say as he, your aunt and Harry all approach

Sirius huffs and Remus places his hand on his knee

“She’s mini me too” he sulks

James lets out a laugh as Harry makes his way to sit next to you followed by James then Lily on the end

“Yes she is but considering certain traits…” James says and you giggle, your fathers face when he found out you were a wolf animagus was priceless “…mini moony is more fitting”

While your fathers and James discuss more nicknames, and Lily greets your aunties Marlene and Dorcas in the row behind, you turn to Harry 

“Hi” you greet with a big smile

He smiles back “Hey” he bumps your shoulder

“You look handsome” you note

“Thanks, you look good...” you mock offence “Sorry you look fabulous” he corrects and you kiss his cheek

Everyone catches up before turning to the door as the music starts. The ceremony was beautiful and you were sure whatever Bill and Fleur were saying was super romantic but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Ginny, she just looked so pretty up there it felt like you were falling in love all over again

“You got some drool” Harry leans over, whispering

You don’t tear your eyes away but you do pat your face to check before gently elbowing your godbrother “Fuck off” you whisper back

After the ceremony and watching the newlyweds have their first dance you make a bee line for Ginny who was looking over the buffet table

“Hello darlin” you greet, wrapping your arms around her from behind, head resting on her shoulder 

Ginny smiles, leaning into you “Hi love” she turns her head to give you a quick kiss

You shift around holding out your hand “Wanna dance?” you curl your fingers, a big smile on your face

She nods, taking your hand right away and funnily enough being the one to drag you over to the dance floor

“Merlin Gin” you giggle at her as she stops

She giggles too “You’ll be saying that later” she winks and your eyes widen

“I was going to ask if you wanted to take lead or not but I think I already know the answer” you say feeling a little shy as her eyes trail over you

She grins, taking your hand in hers and moving your other to her shoulder “I am feeling rather flirty today” she confesses “Hard not to when my girl looks like this" she twirls you around

"Just copying you my darlin'" you nudge your nose with hers as you both sway to the music “You think our wedding will be like this?” you wonder

Her eyes light “Oh yeah, but mum loves me best so it’ll be bigger and better. I’m picturing the ceiling having flowers hanging down and little lights floating, kinda like our spot in the forest” she shines and you kiss her cheek

“Sounds perfect” you say softly “I'll be marrying you after all" you peck her lips "It’s already perfect”

Now it’s her turn to bite her lip and get shy, her grip tightening as she pulls you that little bit closer

“I love you...” she says meeting your eyes “...so so much” she adds, tone firm and assuring, but her look of pure adoration more than matches her words

“Love you more” you wink, eventually closing your eyes whilst soaking up the romance of the moment, foreheads finding each others as you dance in your own world, everyone else long forgotten

While you dance your fathers happen to be dancing nearby

“Hands off” Remus hisses light-heartedly

Sirius rolls his eyes “You like it” he reaches his hand back down

“I do but there are kids about…our kids about” he says swatting Sirius hand away

“Fine” Sirius removes his hand and moves it else were

Remus pokes his cheek “That doing it for you?” he looks down

Sirius bobs his head squishing his hand on Remus’ chest “So so, not as nice as your arse but your tits’ll do” 

They hear a laugh next to them “Having fun?” James asks with a raised eyebrow before looking down at his wife

“Don’t you dare” she warns him and his hand returns to her hip “Having fun?” she asks your fathers

They nod “The Weasleys sure know how to throw a wedding” Sirius says as he and Remus nod with a smiles

James smiles “Might not be long till their throwing one for them” he motions to you and Ginny, watching you with smiles as you both take turns nudging your noses together before sharing a sweet kiss

Thank you for reading 💛

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[pearlmagick]

SECRET NOBILITY

pairing: knight!ginny x princess!fem reader

synopsis: it’s a knights duty to look after the princess even if all they knew was how much the despised one another.

warnings: mentions of lewdness but in passing, no smut

note: omg it took me forever to find the time to write this but i was kicking my feet over knight!ginny omgggg i hope you guys enjoy !! happy women’s month & day and i love you lesbians !!!

A guard and her beautiful princess.

Ginevra Weasley meticulously crafted her life and battled her way through the rigorous knighthood training which was already difficult enough to enter a world where the women work hard in kitchens, brothels, and, of course, at home to please others. Ginny fought to escape, to work for something else. To work for the pleasure that fighting brought her, work for the pleasures that nobility brought to her lifestyle.

The one downside to being a knight was having to be at your beck and call.

You were the princess of Evythia. Kind, sweet, and charming to all who knew you, that is of course, except Ginny Weasley.

You had the girl flogged on the first day the two of you met for nearly trampling you with her steed and the kingdom has since established that the princess and the kingdom’s most valued knight were at war with each other. The hardened gazes, the trembling hands of fury, the stiff stances when the two were forced next to each other. The days could not bring you together with their passings as time could not heal all wounds.

When the sun turned to the into moon and the pale sky darkened as the kingdom reached another midnight, Ginny Weasley was home, if one could consider home being between your legs. The single time she enjoyed pleasuring someone else rather than herself.

How could two people who seemed to utterly despise one another because of every inconvenience turn lovers?

The story begins at midnight, the midnight.

Ginny was not on guard duty and those days were special. She was enveloped by the chills of night and the goosebumps across her arms could not match the prickling nerves as she ruminated about anything and everything, and more specifically, who she really was.

Ginevra Weasley had come to terms that she was a lesbian on one of these midnight walks of hers and it gave her both everything and nothing. Everything in the way she felt at peace with finally discovering an inch of the mystery that is identity; nothing in the way she felt lost in the archaic world.

“Maybe I’ll find love… somehow.” She thought, hoping for a miracle to land at her feet that she would find someone who could be fearless for her, to love another woman, even if it was behind closed doors.

When Ginny asked for a miracle, she didn’t expect the worst luck imaginable to fall in her lap at the given opportunity. She clutched her shoulder from the impact, quickly making way to apologise before she saw the face behind the encounter, your face.

“Oh, it’s you.” she spat, causing your face to scrunch in distaste. “So, the beloved knight loses her manners off duty, who could’ve imagined it.” You rolled your eyes, showing off your clear disdain for the knight. Ginny scoffed, “Oh please, a princess who couldn’t even do much as say a simple ‘thank you’ is going to lecture me on manners? But of course, I suppose the princess is too lost in her ego to care about the rest of us. I would’ve thought she’d thin her lips and humble herself, but what should I know?”

There it was, the condescending attitude you despised so much. “You act like you know me, but you don’t! Do you understand how infuriating it is to constantly be held to a high standard and then here you are making me feel like it’s not enough to wear the tightest corsets to please an audience of thousands and bend backwards to try and find solutions for everyone when I can’t even figure out anything for myself!”

Ginny was taken aback by your outburst but her own stubbornness urged her to fight back. “Oh please, I’m sure it’s so difficult being born a princess where you could have everything you want and the entire kingdom bends to your will. I had to fight for my place, something you’ll never know.”

She waited for your wit to attack her again but when silence struck, she turned to see your reaction, which she hoped was satisfyingly gobsmacked. She was stunned to see the tears rimming your eyes, twinkling down your cheeks rapidly like shooting stars falling through the sky.

She tried to shake away her thoughts in an effort to focus on you, a concern she didn’t think she’d ever have.

You didn’t speak until Ginny’s hand fell on your shoulder, “That’s it, isn’t it… I’ve been given everything because I’m a princess but I don’t know who I am. I can’t choose anything and I cannot be anything. I– I’ve envied you for so long.” Ginny couldn’t hold her surprise. “That was abundantly clear when you had children throw their most rotten vegetables at me.” You laughed, a charming sound that the knight was unfamiliar with. A new melody to indulge in from time to time hopefully. “A lapse in judgment, I suppose, now that I think of it. It might’ve been the third, or maybe the fourth time I was nearly trampled that day, I was simply irritated by my luck. My deepest apologies to you.”

The knight didn’t expect the apology to come so easily after the years of vitriol. “That’s all it took? I’ve hated you for so long starting from that moment and all I needed to do was talk to you?” Well, of course, it was a simple solution but Ginny was never one for simplicity, thus the egregious hotheadedness. “Well, you’ve been right about me, I am quite stubborn so I don’t know about what could’ve been, but you’re the only one who had ever listened to me like this so I would think that makes you deserving of an apology… and my gratitude for your services as a knight and a shoulder tonight.”

The two of you had made an agreement to continue the charade in public to keep your nightly walks of peace private. Neither of you were caught, the advantage of knowing every inch of the castle like the back of your hand. It had been another momentous night, one the girls wouldn’t know would become so important until later. Ginny was given guard duty to watch over you and so the two of you sat on your bed, simply chattering.

“How did you know?” You asked with the sort of curiosity that Ginny recognised. The curiosity behind the questions that meant you had been trying to discover more of yourself through her experiences. “How did I know what, princess?” The name was your title, a formality, but the use of it made Ginny’s stomach churn with nerves. “How did you know you’re a lesbian? That you prefer to court women?” Ginny blanched. She had told you of her preferences recently and was relieved to know you were not judgemental of it, now here you were suspecting with that curiosity of yours that you also had the same preferences.

It felt like the clock had frozen as the knight was consumed by her own vivid thoughts. It was not abnormal of her to find you in her dreams, to find your lips pulse against her own, to find her fingers across your skin. She jolted before her thoughts became immoral, “She is the princess… you are a knight… she is a friend.” Ginny would recite the reminder like a mantra.

She turned to you and answered, “On one of my walks, I realised that I was never interested in the advances of my fellow knights looking for a rendezvous. I had always, secretly, yearned for the pretty women around me.” She watched you nod. You bit at your gums in thought, “I always felt I enjoyed a man’s company. Flirted with a few nobles and knights on occasion.” The knight felt sick hearing the princess she dreamed about frequently, dreams that edged towards a twisted lewdness, talk about the men they flirted with. “I realised I no longer wanted a man when they actually fell under my spell. I’ll admit, my charm is like a hex.” The knight choked out a laugh, hiding the fact that your narcissism was a truth for her. Over the nights of secret meetings, she had fallen for you.

“Ginevra… I wish to be brave like you for a change so I’ll get on with it.” She felt the need to laugh. A knight like her was brave on the battlefield, a true mark of courage, and here she sat, completely in fear and shaking with torrential anxiety.

“I’ve dreamt about you.” The two of you stared in shock. Ginny couldn’t even believe the words that spilt out of her mouth. Her face was a sickly shade of vermillion that made her hair seem brighter and her face more akin to a tomato. “Princess y/n, I am deeply apologetic. I would never be so crass and I let it slip out of impulse. My lady, I would never–”

Your soft hands pulled her face towards yours. The dreams Ginny had of kissing you were nothing compared to the reality of it. Your soft lips against her own so intensely that she could feel the fine lines through them so perfectly. When you gently pulled away, you laughed at the face of surprise and wonder before you. “You beat me to my confession, although I would say you were much more blunt about it than I was planning to be.”

Ginny, at a loss of words, felt the deep urge to kiss you again. The night was spent with quiet laughter, odd revelations, and many more kisses than either of you could have hoped for.

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Common Room

Masterlist

author note: do not get used to me posting every day just because this is my third day doing it lmao.

Ginny Weasley x ravenclaw!fem!reader

word count: 731

warning(s): smut, clit stimulation, like 1 curse word, hint of exhibitionism, public not sex, not proofread as always

“Cho, either tell Cedric you like him or shut up.” I say to her, making sure to put extra emphasis on the “up”.

For the past hour I have endured Cho talk about Diggory like he doesn’t stare at her all the fucking time. She’s my best friend and I love her, but if I have to hear his name one more time today I might just kill her.

“Hey babe.” How the fuck-

I turn around and see Ginny walking toward me and Cho.

“Not that I don’t love seeing you, but how did you get in here? You’re shit at riddles.” I say with a smile pulling in the corners of my mouth.

“When there’s a will, there’s a way.” She smiles back as she walk around the couch and straddles my lap.

“Mhm, now how did you REALLY get in here?” I ask while putting my hands on her hips.

“I’ll have you know I was able to answer it all by myself. Did you not want to see me? Why all the questions?”

I kiss her pout as I know she’s just being dramatic as usual.

“I always wanna see you love. How are you today?”

Before she can respond I see Cho get up in the corner of my eye.

“As disgustingly cute as y’all are, I’m gonna go to the library.”

“We have one behind the book shelf?” I say to her with my eyebrow lifted.

“Yes, but the other one might have Cedric in it. Bye!”

With that she walks out the common room leaving just me and Ginny.

She goes in to how her day is going, but I find myself unable to focus on her words. Her lips look especially soft today. Just pink and plump. Her closeness is making my heart race. My index finger finds its way to her bottom lip and I just slowly run it across.

I hear her breath slightly hitch at the action.

I move my hand down to the side of her neck and place a light kiss on the other side.

“Keep talking for me baby.” I tell her before continuing my assault on her neck.

The hand that’s not on her neck I trail down, tracing her clavicle until I reach her cleavage. Her bra is peaking out of her button down, but I know she’d be embarrassed if someone walked in and caught my lips around her nipples, so I just trace the outline before moving down to under her skirt.

“And then- fuck. And then Parvati told Millicent that I would let her copy the homework when I clearly told her-“ She pauses as I run my thumb through her slick up to her clit.

“Keep talking and I’ll keep going, stop talking and I stop.” I say to her while looking up at her waiting to see her eyes.

“Color?” I ask when she finally opens her eyes.

“Green.” She responds before going back to talking about her day.

Her hips start to grind on me, seeking more friction. I feel myself getting wet at her movements.

Her words drown out as I focus more on her body. Her hip movement becoming more sporadic as I circle her faster.

The common room door opens and Ginny’s hips halt movement but I keep going.

“What are you doing?” She whisper yells while looking at me startled.

I take my free hand and raise my index finger to my lips to tell her to keep quiet.

“He asked me out! I was in the Courtyard and Cedric asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him this weekend!”

“That’s great! Does that mean you’re gonna shut up about him now?” I ask Cho as she sits down on the opposing couch.

“No. Okay, so I was sitting by the fountain-“

Cho starts but I can tell by the way Ginny is clutching my arm that she’s close.

“Cum.” I say loud enough for only me and her to hear. She shudders, but Cho is too deep into her story to notice.

“Do you think you think he’ll ask me to the Yule Ball?” Cho turns to ask me.

“You know what, I’ll pay him to so you guys can hurry up and get together,” I say to which she rolls her eyes and continues going on about Cedric as I rub Ginny’s back.

#ginny weasley x you #ginny weasley x fem!reader #ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley x y/n #ravenclaw!reader #ravenclaw reader #harry potter smut #ginny weasley smut

[george-weasleys-girl]

Adventure

Micro-fic May, (AU)

~•~

You never thought you'd fall in love with the most notorious pirate of the seven seas. Yet, here you are, fighting side by side. And just like in all the romance books, she reaches out and pulls you into a kiss, mid-battle, her sword arm still swinging.

Few people would believe that the infamous Siren of the Sea, who'd lured countless men to their watery graves, had a soft spot for anyone or anything.

But you knew all her secrets. Including her real name.

Ginny.

~•~

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[cannibalizedyke]

✨ginny weasley masterlist✨

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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[ilvermornyidiot]

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 & 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

CHAPTER NINE — 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

paring; various x fem!reader

words; 2.9k

series list

note; this chapter is very short so i apologize if that's not what you prefer but it's what i'm doing. i wanted to rewrite this chapter but I'm too exhausted, i feel like my heart's only in this 30% of the time and that's when i write. i can't promise that these next final chapters will be good, but i can promise that i will finish this fic.

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After making sure Cedric is okay, at least as okay as he can be, you inconspicuously flounder out of the tent to bump right into Harry and Ron, who are too distracted by Harry's success to ask where you came from.

Your heart feels lighter as you watch Harry and Ron interact, happy that they're friends again.

-

In the evening you find yourself joining Harry, Hermione, and Ron to a trip to the Owlery, you assume to deliver a letter to update Sirius on the current events. Harry tells Ron what Siruis had told the two of you during your 'meeting' about Karkaroff.

"Fits, doesn't it?" Ron says as you all enter the Owlery. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup..." You flinch at the remembrance of the World Cup.

"...I'll tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the goblet, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You only got a scratch!"

You grimace slightly, if only Cedric had been as fortunate.

"Come here — I'll do it —" Pigwidgeon was excitedly flying around Harry's head and Ron grabbed Pigwidgeon by the foot, holding him in his arms as Harry carefully attached his letter to Pigwidgeon's foot.

Ron continued as Harry finished and he walked to the window. "There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?"

You felt a sense of dread wash over you, you predicted the complete opposite, since when do challenges in games get easier as you go?

"You know what? I reckon you could win this tournament, Harry, I'm serious— no offense Y/n, I know you're rooting for Diggory," You roll your eyes at his comment but Hermione smiles and you can't bring yourself to feel any sort of contempt towards his light handed jab.

Harry frowns slightly but corrects his expression so Ron doesn't take notice. Hermione's face is serious now as she speaks with her arms filed across her chest, "Harry's got a long way to go before he finishes this tournament, if that was the  first task, I hate to think what's coming next."

"Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you?" Ron says his eyebrows furrowed slightly with Pigwidgeon still in his hands. "You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime."

You crack a smile even though hearing your almost exact thoughts out loud had tripled your anxiety.

He threw Pigwidgeon out of the window, a brief moment of panic seizing you before the owl pulls himself up. You watch until he fades into the dark sky.

"Well, we'd better downstairs for your surprise party, Harry —Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now."

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To say the Gryffindor common room was overwhelming would be an understatement. It all seemed to go off at Harry's arrival and unfortunately for you, your's as well as you stand by his side in momentary confusion.

You try to take in everything at once, the gangle of people, the food and drinks hoarding every surface in the room, the fireworks, and a banner of what you assume is Harry flying around the Horntail on his broom.

You hold back a snort at the ones with Cedric, who's auburn hair is on fire.

You go to join Ron and Hermione who sit down at a table but some of your adrenaline from the day is starting to wane and your stomach begs for even a crumb of food.

You pick up some food with Harry, sharing a small smile that makes his heart miss a beat before you both sit by your friends.

"Blimey. this is heavy!" Lee Jordan picks up Harry's golden egg with some struggle, empathizing his point.

"Open it Harry, go on! Let's just see whats see whats inside it!" Lee encourages Harry eagerly, gesturing the egg towards him.

Hermione frowns and you look down to your half eaten food, biting your lip to stop your growing smile.

"He's so supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione remarks haughtily. "It's the tournament rules..."

"I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too," Harry says in a voice low enough that only you and Hermione can hear him.

You can see Hermione's guilty grin out the corner of your eye but you wear a tiny smirk, hey—you weren't the hypocrite here.

"Yeah, go on Harry, open it!" Several people cheered, Hermione's efforts in vain. It's not like they were helping, they were fulled by their own personal curiosity of what was inside the giant egg?

Lee passes Harry the egg and you watch on the edge of your seat with a breath of anticipation stuck in your throat as Harry follows the groove that circles around the egg before he pries it open with his fingernails.

From your seat right next to him you could see that it was empty and just as confusion began to overtake you, it was quickly thrown out the window as a loud screechy wail burst from the egg in Harry's grasp.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your hands automatically clasp your ears, curling into yourself. The effort is fruitless as the horrid noise can still be heard. Someone yells to shut it and quickly Harry obeys, looking down at the egg with confusion then slowly back up at you, you who has slowly removed your hands— your eyes had flung open as soon as he shut the bloody thing, as your peers already began to speculate what the noise meant.

"Sounded like a banshee... Maybe you've got to get past one of those next Harry!" Seamus says a little too excitedly for your taste and you frown, your eyes darting between who ever speaks and the egg still in Harry's grasp.

"It was someone being tortured!" Neville cried, his face ashen. Your eyebrows knitted together at the sausage rolls sprawled around his feet, he must have dropped them in fright. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be a prat Neville, that's illegal," George says with his arms crossed, a disproving glare crossing his features. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower Harry."

You laugh quietly into your palm, your head drooped down, at his remark, Percy's singing had been your unlikely alarm before. George side eyes you with a smirk, knowing you're completely helpless to tell him off.

"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" Fred offers to a rightfully suspicious Hermione. You raise your eyebrows at George silently asking if the tarts were trick free.

He shakes his head just as Fred confirms, "I haven't done anything to them, it's the custard creams you've got to watch—"

Neville spits out something, a custard cream you suppose from his panicked expression.

You shake your head with a small grin, the twins were always highly entertaining. Speaking of Weasleys you wondered where Ginny was. Before you could search for her, your ears had already unintentionally checked back into the conversation.

Hermione had a tart in her hand and you grabbed one as well, narrowing your eyes at Fred's smile before taking a small bite.

"...get all this from the kitchens, Fred?" Fred's eyes averted from you to her, his smile only growing.

His voice is squeaky and high pitched, "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful...get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish." You roll your eyes at his impression, surprised Hermione isn't shouting at him.

Instead she asks him, "How do you get in there?".

"Easy, concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and—" Fred stops suddenly, a glint of hesitation in his eye. "Why?"

"Nothing." Hermione says quickly, her voice just as squeaky as Fred's impression.

"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" George probed, leaning forward slightly. " Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up in rebellion?"

People around you snickered and Hermione didn't give them an answer. You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest, an unamused glare pointed directly at the twins.

"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" Fred cries, a hint of a warning in his voice. "You'll put them off their cooking!"

Suddenly there's a squeak and you turn your head just in time to see Neville disappear, a large canary left in his wake. You clasped a rather guilty hand over mouth but your laughter was drowned out from the peels that escaped almost everyone in the room.

"Oh— sorry Neville!" Fred shouted, not looking very sorry at all. "Forgot— it was the custard creams we hexed—"

Soon Neville was back to normal, apart from the feathers and Fred and George were already promoting the damned things.

You left the celebration early, guilt pooling in your stomach at Harry, Hermione, and Ron's disappointed faces but you couldn't spend the night there so you started your reluctant journey to your bed.

...

You couldn't stop the doubt that settled in your head and without your permission made themselves home in the darkest corners on it, after all, maybe Cedric made a mistake?

You were both so busy you rarely saw each other, adding to your insecurities was that you rarely crossed paths in public. What if he didn't want to be seen with you? What if he wasn't serious? The mental taunts were exhausting, and you knew something had to change before you gave out.

As you stalked the corridors, already dreading your next class, someone quickly pulled you into a small hallway off from the main one you were just traversing. Your eyes widen and you struggle in their grasp— "Whoa, love, it's just me."

All fight left your body as your eyes adjusted and you looked up into Cedric's pretty grey eyes, peering down at you, having the audacity to look concerned when he just scared the crap out of you. You huffed as your hands hung limply at your side, Cedric laughing lightly now that he knew you were fine.

You crossed your arms, your eyes softening when he stepped closer to you, pulling you into his embrace and leaving you no choice but to accept it, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Merlin Ced, you scared the bloody hell out of me!" You said into his chest, feeling the vibrations of his warm infectious laugh against your cheek.

You look up at him, watching the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as sincerity oozes from his every pore, "I'm sorry love, I really am, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It’s alright, I suppose," You mumble sheepishly towards the floor and he smiles.

The feelings of happiness began to fade and your doubts and insecurities started to rise to the surface. You hadn't realized your gaze was stuck on the floor with a frown etching it's way onto your face until he spoke.

He lifted your chin with his hand, looking, more like searching your eyes for something. His brows creased and his eyes were filled with a sudden sadness that made your stomach sink.

"What's wrong?" You avert your eyes, finding the floor to be highly compelling. But you can't escape his eyes, his gaze burning into your face.

You take a step back, his hand falling limply at his side as you hug yourself, finding yourself feeling self-conscious under his unwavering gaze of sympathy. "It's nothing, it's silly at best..." You say, your words not even convincing to you.

Cedric is unfortunately undeterred from your poor attempt at an excuse, he almost looks like he's pouting at you when you sneak a glance in his direction, ducking your head to hide your small smile.

He takes a hesitant step towards, testing to see if he's overstepping his boundaries. You don't move so he takes another step, then another until you can feel the faint exhale of his breath on your face.

"I just feel like, I don't know how to put it into words," You confess honestly, peering up into his eyes as your hands twist anxiously.

He frowns, "Are you...sacred? Ashamed?" You frantically shake your head. "No no, nothing like that I— I really fancy spending time with you and calling you my boyfriend."

He smiles and a giant blush spreads over his face from both ears. The sight gives you some sort of confidence, your insecurities starting to feel silly, like you said before.

"I just, what if one day you decide you can do way better then me? Or the more you get to know me you start to find me irritating?" Your hands gesture the entire time you speak, eventually falling at your side when you no longer have anything to say.

Cedric's eyebrows furrow and there's a crease on his forehead that you would have found endearing if not the certain circumstances.

"I fancy you too Y/n, I enjoy every second spent in your company, you're too good for me." He says with a shake of his head.

He gently grabs your hands, "I can tell you how much you mean to me for the next fifteen minutes but I don't think that's what you fancy."

You laugh and shake his head and he watches you in amusement. "It would be rather nice..." You joke and he laughs, a full head tipped back sort of laugh that makes your stomach curl.

"Maybe if we spent more time together? Not all the time of course—" You say hurriedly and he laughs again.

"Whatever you say love," You roll your eyes but continue with a small grin. "Little things y'know? Like walking me to class and spending time with you and your friends, stuff like that."

He nods in understanding and you can tell he's taking your words to heart. Now you're convinced he's too good for you.

But you're okay with that.

Especially when he leans down and kisses you so tenderly and yet with so much passion that your skin feels hot as if you're on fire.

...

December was as cruel and unforgiving as each year before. Doubts of your relationship with Cedric faded into dust, carried away by the cold winds and off into the sea.

You had met his friends who welcomed you with open arms, always giving you a friendly wave in the halls. And best of all, Cedric walking you to also every class, holding your hand and your books in his other.

News of the Yule Ball spread like wildfire, reaching you on a measly Monday, right after classes you were free to dump your books on your desk, slip out of your shoes, and belly flop dramatically on your bed with sigh muffled by your mattress.

You enjoyed a good ten seconds of bliss before the door lurched opened then shut with such ferocity you lifted your head in a bit of panic.

"Y/n Avery!" Tina shouted, well more like a blur of energy that happened to share her voice, launching herself onto the spot right next to you.

You laid back down, rolling your eyes with a small smile at her antics. But Tina did not share your lack of enthusiasm and quickly recovered from her fall, her next mission: getting you to talk.

"Did you hear? Did you hear?!" Her big brown eyes and never ending energy strangely reminding you of a puppy.

You quirk a brow, shifting sideways to face her, propping yourself up with your arm. "Hear about what?" You ask exasperatedly, she ruined your down time but for Tina to be this excited...you were naturally curious.    

She stared at you blankly, she was not impressed. She huffed and gave in, "Hello, there's a ball happening?! A ball! This is so exciting!" You watched her squeal with faint amusement.

"Well... I thought you'd be more excited, I mean you get to go with Cedric..." She said almost shyly.

You gasped, it's not like your relationship was secret, he walked you to class everyday and you could not miss the glares thrown your way by song of the younger girls, but you didn't except her to be so bold.

You gaped, "You don't know that, besides it was just announced and he hasn't asked me..." You trail off sadly, picking at your bedsheet with little interest.

Tina grasps your hand, a pout on her face, merlin were her pouts your weakness, "I didn't mean it like that, he would be a real wanker not to."

You giggled and she smiled as well, a tentative one that barely showed her teeth. You decide to not put much thought into it, you're almost positive Cedric will ask you, and you've decided you're only moving forward— no more doubts.

"I suppose someone's all ready asked you?" To your surprise she casts her eyes downwards, a flush covering her ears that is barely noticeable.

You smile genuinely, your friend was nervous over her date, for once not boasting to either you or Angie about them.

"I'm happy for you, really." She looks up and smiles mumbling a small thanks.

You bite your lip, weighing your options. You risk it, you just have to know who has the power to make Tina shy.

You lean into her, smirking as you realize how your roles have been reversed.

"So, who is it?"

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End of chapter nine

A/n I’m no longer doing a tag list because no one on it seemed to interact with my last post and copy and pasting all of this stuff is tiring so i apologize, you can always turn notifications on.

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~new year's eve party at the Weasley's~

Y/n, who's extremely drunk: Harold, I have something to tell you but it's a secret okay!

Harry who is very sober: Y/n, I won't tell a soul.

~later on~

Harry: RON! RON! RON! Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS!

Ron who is also very very drunk: BLOODY HELL! SERIOUSLY?!? ohhhh I wonder who it is... Percy? No he's a git...Charlie?! No, she doesn't really know him that well... BILL?!? Wait no, he's engaged... George? Wait or is it Fred? Wait which one of them is which....oh crap....*big gasp* WHAT IF ITS GINNY?! Wait no, she's my sis-

Harry:... It's Fred

Ron: OHHHHHH!!!

Ron:

Ron: which one of them is Fred again?

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Hi!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could do a Dad!remus one shot? Maybe where the reader is Harry or Ginnys girlfriend and he finds out or sm?? I’m just really in remus comforting feels rn hahah. Whatever you chose thank you so much! I love ur writing!!

Dad I can explain…

dad! Remus Lupin x daughter! reader

Summary: Remus finds who his daughter is dating but it’s not the person he first assumed

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of food and sex

A/n: 0.9k words, hi! I’m good, really good, how are you?! This is set during the summer they spend at Grimmauld place, mentioned wolfstar but its Remus x reader focused, thank you for the request and the kind words, enjoy x

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Remus was headed to get you for dinner when he saw Harry quickly leaving a room, looking flushed. He stops in his tracks as he examines the boy’s appearance, smirking before he realises that was your room he just came out of

“Oh merlin” he says to himself, he was hoping this day wouldn’t come so soon but it would have been unfair of him not expect you to date, he dated Sirius after all when he was your age "You got this” he nods walking up to him

“Hello”

The boy jumps face going redder as he glancing frantically at the door then back to him “Umm” he looks around, anywhere but the man in front as he tries to form an answer

His state only confirms Remus’ suspicions

“Harry I’m not mad” he assures…okay maybe he was a little but he knew Harry was a nice boy, certainly was less worrying than if you ended up with one of the twins

“Oh, no we…we…ugh” he shakes his head, the heat never leaving his cheeks as he only becomes more flustered

Remus chuckles, Harry had the same ‘I can’t lie to you’ face James did, of course Remus didn’t know the ‘lie’ in question wasn’t what he thought

“Harry, let’s go inside we need to have a talk…” he says leading Harry into the room before the boy can stop him “…Y/n pup we need to…”

Remus freezes halfway through the door, Harry cringing next to him as he sees you, his daughter, on Ginny Weasleys lap mid make out session with said girl sucking on your neck while your hands tangle themselves with her hair

Neither of you seem to notice until Ginny moves to cup your face for a proper kiss and sees your dad “Professor” she says, eyes blowing wide

You giggle “I could roll with…” you start but Ginny moves your face around to face your “Dad!” you exclaim jumping off of your girlfriend’s lap onto the bed next to her but slightly overshoot it and end up falling off the bed

Remus just watches the scene unfold, having slight flashbacks of himself doing something very similar back in his day with a certain star. He wasn't disappointed...maybe a little nauseous at the last comment that left your mouth, that he would burn permanently from his memory, but he wasn't upset in any shape or form.

He was definitely surprised though, considering he was gearing himself to have a talk with you and Harry about being safe during...well guess he doesn't have to worry about becoming a premature grandfather anymore. If he was honest, he hadn’t really thought much of the person you would date but he knew it would be someone who, now he thought of it, was similar to Ginny. 

Turning to Harry, Remus realises that he must have walked in on you two already and that’s why he was so worked up

He gives him an apologetic look “Sorry Harry, you can go now” he say to which the boy nods, wasting no time in making his escape

Ginny just sits there awkwardly but her eyes flick down to you often, checking you were okay as you groan climbing back onto the bed next to her. When you're seated again you tug on your bottom lip, this wasn't how wither of you wanted your parents to find out

“Dad I can explain”

He tilts his head, he was a little interested in know you were going to ‘explain’ but he realised as he met your eyes you looked mildly terrified “Aww pup” he coos walking up to the bed, taking a seat beside yourself as you and Ginny shift over on the bed, hands subtly trying to hold the others

Remus notices however and smiles, young love

“Dad” you turn to him letting out a shaky breath

“Yes?”

“Me and Ginny are dating” you say quickly closing your eyes while Ginny squeezes your hand, smiling uncharacteristically shy at her former professor

Remus gives her a reassuring look before he cups your face with one hand “Pup” he says gently and you open your eyes “I’m not angry” he shakes his head lighty “I’m not exactly thrilled at the sight I witnessed but truly pup I'm not upset” he admits and both yours and Ginny’s faces cringe, feeling embarrassed but also relieved he isn't mad at either of you

“Harry was a bit mortified” Ginny says nervously

Remus nods “Well I may have misread the situation and made his day a little bit worse” he confesses and both you and Ginny laugh “He walk in like me?” he asks

You shake your head “No well yes, I mean he came in but didn’t notice for like a good minute because he was trying to find something, then apologised around 20 times before scampering out” you say with a small smile, it was rather funny to watch as he fell over everything on the way out

Remus let out a chuckle “James did something like that once too”he reminisces “So how long have you two been together” he asks softly, a warm smile adorning his face

Your eyes light up “You’re okay with…” you gesture between yourself and Ginny

“Course” he says right away “Pup I understand why you were nervous, trust me I’ve been there. I love you, no matter who you date I will always love you" he assures you, saying the last bit firmly "I must say though, I am glad you choose the most responsible of the Weasley children”

Ginny grins proudly, bringing your hand up and onto her lap and clasping her other on top of them, while you try to bite back yours but practically beam as you speak

“So there was a little bit of mistletoe magic at the yule ball, then a couple of days later Gin asked me out to Hogsmeade…”

“…then at the end of the date y/n asked me to be hers” Ginny finishes looking at you with all the love she has, complete admiration

“Very sweet” he notes before looking at Ginny “Your mothers asked me to fetch you all for dinner but could you give me and y/n a minute?”

The girl nods, giving you a kiss to the cheek then to your knuckles before letting go and heading out of the room, the act making Remus more than overjoyed about your choice of partner

“What do you want to know?” you wonder, nerves returning once more

He says nothing just pulls you in for a tight hug, it surprises you but you melt into it right away, wrapping your arms around his torso and burring your head in his chest

“I love you so much” he murmurs into your hair before pulling back “You picked well pup, you definitely get that from me” he winks

You giggle, feeling so much lighter he now knows and more importatly accepts you, although you should have never doubted that

“I love you dad” you launch yourself back into him to which he chuckles, kissing the top of your head

Thank you for reading 💛

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Serendipity

chapter seventeen

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of death (its a funeral), some fluff but it's mainly angst

series masterlist; previous part; next part

In the week following Dumbledore's death, the school had emptied out almost immediately – students were leaving via the Hogwarts Express almost daily and some parents would even apparate into Hogsmeade and meet their children at the gate to escort them home themselves.

No one trusted that Hogwarts was safe for their children anymore. Nowhere was truly safe. Not without the safety that Albus Dumbledore had always provided.

The hallways were desolate by the time two weeks had passed.

Your parents had met you and Hermione at the gates to the castle on they day of Dumbledore's funeral, pulling you both into tight hugs; unwilling to let you go. Molly Weasley had praised your efforts of saving her eldest son from Greyback, not taking into account how worried your parents would become upon not knowing if you were truly alright. Your father, a healer working at St Mungo's had demanded to know whether you should still be in the Hospital Wing recovering, but you'd assured him, and your mother, that you were only left with a few ugly scars.

Scars that you abhorred, but there was nothing you could do about the way they littered the skin of your abdomen. Mattheo had done his best to rid you of those insecurities, pressing lingering kisses to the marred skin whenever the opportunity arose. But the feelings still lingered when you examined the jagged silver lines in your bathroom mirror and in your nightmares where you don't save Bill, but end up worse off.

Hermione too, had assured your parents that she had come out of the battle virtually unscathed after they had turned to her with the same brutal enthusiasm for her safety. But the worry was still apparent in their eyes. You doubted that it would disappear any time soon. Not now that they are in the Order, and know just what you've been up to this year.

A few days after the battle, Hermione and Ron had found you while you sat in the library, enjoying a moment of solitude. They'd sat in the two seats opposite you and were looking at you with nervous expressions on their faces.

"Where's Harry?" you ask without looking up from your book. He was noticeably absent, probably grieving in his own way. Ron coughs awkwardly as Hermione shuffles in her seat.

"He doesn't know we're here, but we need your insight on something." she says and you finally look up at them, both as weathered by the battle as you are, dark circles stain their eyes just as badly as they do on your own face.

"What do you need?" You ask, voice quiet, so you don't draw any unnecessary attention. Ron reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of parchment, which looks old and worn.

"Can you read this, and tell us what you think?" he asks as he places it on the table infront of you.

Hesitantly, you unfold the intricate little thing which reveals the neatest scroll of penmanship you'd ever seen.

To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more – R.A.B

"What the hell does this mean?" You ask, looking up at them with the same confusion mirrored in their eyes. You give Hermione a look and she nods imperceptibly, prompting you to see into her recent memories. You look at them with wide eyes. "The horcrux was a fake?"

"And whoever this R.A.B person is, has the real one." Hermione mumbles with a nod. Ron looks between the two of you before shaking his head and taking the note to examine it for the thousandth time.

You sit back in your seat, disbelief marring your features. Had Dumbledore died for nothing?

~∞~

The actual funeral service was a long, arduous process. But it was truly beautiful, despite the reason for such a large gathering.

The sun shined brightly, even as it began its slow descent in the sky, sending ripples of dazzling sunlight across the surface of the lake, and it was so warm. Warm enough that you had to wear a sundress that had been stuffed right at the bottom of your trunk since you'd returned to school after the Christmas holidays.

It was held on the school grounds, near the Whomping Willow, surrounded by the cascading violet of the wisteria trees that surrounded the banks of the Black Lake, resembling an almost life-like watercolour painting from where you were sat. It seemed that every entity on the grounds, from the people to the flora and fauna, had felt the impact of Dumbledore's death and mourned it on that balmy June evening. Some of the plants were dull where they used to be vibrant; even the birds weren't singing as joyfully.

The atmosphere surrounding the crowd was taut, ripe with with the whispers of conversations that drifted across the assortment of seating like a strange, lulling birdsong. The attendees varied from young students to old scholars, most of which you don't recognise. But you can see members of The Order dotted about the rows sporadically, eying certain rows and glancing conspiratorially between eachother; you understand why when you see Delores Umbridge (and Cornelius Fudge) waltz up the centre aisle into one of the rows near where other Ministry officials, including Rufus Scrimgeour sat, dressed in a vibrant fuchsia pink cloak, a 'grieving' expression painted on her ugly face. They're followed closely by Rita Skeeter, her enchanted pen and pad at hand. The Order members around their row are tense and alert.

You took a seat closer the back of the crowd, beside your parents, dressed in a deep green sundress with embroidered vines of the deepest sepia winding up the skirt in intricate patterns with little bluebells climbing up the stems, to combat the stifling heat of summer, and your wand is tucked into a thin, onyx holster on your waist.

Ron had clearly forgiven you to some extent, evident in the way he'd willingly sought you out in the library over a week ago, but he was still wary of the Slytherins you surrounded yourself with; Harry seemed content with bypassing your existence entirely. It was probably wise to sit further away from them, especially because it was obvious that Harry blamed your friends for Dumbledore's death. You can see the back of Ginny's head, where she's sat with the Golden Trio about five rows ahead of you. Even from where you are, you can see how she grips onto Harry's hand for dear life.

You can even feel Mattheo's eyes on you from his seat at the very back of the procession.

Can feel the way his magic calls to your's.

He's sat with Pansy to his left, Theo to his right and Enzo and Blaise are beside them.

Draco is nowhere to be seen.

The five of them have received a multitude of looks from those surrounding them, and you would be stupid not to see the amount of Aurors and Order members who had ended up seated near them.

Just thinking about the fact that they were surrounded as if they were a guild of threatening wizards, when they were still students at this very school, made your blood boil.

They still were not trusted, despite Remus vouching for them personally. Only a few members: the twins, Andromeda Tonks and her husband, Ted, seemed to acknowledge the risk that your friends were taking by just being at the school. Even your own parents were wary. Especially now. Voldemort was actively gathering more support and wreaking havoc across the country – wizard and muggle world alike.

Despite all the eyes on him, Mattheo appears to be surprisingly relaxed. But that's only because you are in his eye line. Dressed in a pretty sundress, with your hair cascading down your back and shoulders in delightful curls that he has the urge to tug on. Only you and his friends know just how tense he truly was, surrounded by people he didn't trust; people who didn't trust him.

You look lovely. You smile at the warmth in his voice, body thrumming with the heat of his gaze from a few rows behind you. Discreetly, so you don't attract your parents' attention, you turn to face Mattheo, who has a smirk widening on his face as he takes in the flush that dusts your cheeks, despite the tension that sits on his broad shoulders.

So do you. You reply, catching your bottom lip with your teeth instinctively as your eyes trail the length of his body. What you can see of it, at least.

He's dressed in a suit of all black – no ounce of colour aside from the singular indigo bluebell in the breast pocket of his suit jacket, one that he'd conjured when he noticed the patterns on your dress. His hair is unruly as always, blowing wildly in the soft breeze.

Stop looking at me like that, darling. It's inappropriate. His handsome smirk widens with his smugness.

I can't help it. Especially when you look at me like that.

He narrows his onyx eyes playfully at you and you turn around before anyone can notice your brief interaction, exhaling a breathy laugh as you shake your head. His own laughter reverberates through your mind like a gentle caress, igniting a spark in your core.

Strangely, you can feel his magic like its your very own, even two weeks after it had initially exploded around you.

Neither you or Mattheo have an answer for it. And neither of you are in a hurry to share the discovery, for it felt far too intimate to involve anyone else.

~∞~

As the service began the merfolk, who had gathered at the bank of the lake, had begun a sorrowful tune, their pallid skin glistening in the sun, wirey hair spreading about the murky waters. As they sang their song of loss and despair, Hagrid had started to walk down the central aisle, his face blotchy and red with tears that fell heavily from his eyes. He was cradling something in his arms, or rather someone, wrapped in velvet fabric of the deepest purple, spangled with glittering golden stars. A cloak that many students had deemed as Professor Dumbledore's personal favourite over the years, as it was his most frequently worn one.

It was becoming harder to swallow as a sob crawled its way up your throat at the sight. You gripped your father's hand in your's tightly and he squeezed back.

At that moment, it seemed like all the warmth from the sun was sucked from the atmosphere, as a cold shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't feel the powerful allure of his magical core anymore. His covered body looked so small and frail in Hagrid's arms and you finally let out a muffled sob as he makes his way past your row.

You feel a wave of love, sorrow and care caress your mind, which lets you know that, despite the indifference he holds towards his Headmaster, Mattheo was also feeling the devastation that their safety blanket; the one who was supposed to help defeat great evil, was gone.

When Hagrid was near the front, you could hardly see what was happening due to the amount of heads that obscured your view, but you can hear the distinct sound of hooves on stone as a herd of centaurs make their presence known, but they did not move from the trees and their shadows. They were stood preternaturally still as they observed with their bows and weapons laying limply at their sides.

Dumbledore's body had been gently placed onto a table of pure white quartzite, that made the colours of his cloak shine vibrantly in the steadily setting sun. The tune from the merfolk reached a slow end and from what you could make out, a small Ministry official, dressed in plain black robes stood beside the table, where a small stand had been erected.

From your seats, you and your parents could hardly hear what was said in Dumbledore's honour and when he stopped speaking and took his seat again, a palpable silence swept over the crowd when no one else got up to pay their respects. It was like a brutal finality had swept over the courtyard.

Albus Dumbledore was never coming back. You were on your own in this battle.

Suddenly, bright white flames errupted around the quartzite table and Dumbledore's body, growing higher and higher, spiralling in pretty patterns as a pheonix flew amongst the inferno joyfully as if rising from the ashes, before disappearing with an abrupt flash of golden light. The white fire, too, had vanished with the pheonix, leaving a white marble tomb in it's place.

More cries of shock are let out as a shower of arrows soared through the air, falling like dangerous silver-tipped raindrops into a clearing far away from the crowd. The centaurs turned and disappeared without a trace once they'd paid their tribute; the merfolk sunk below the surface of the Black Lake promptly after them.

~∞~

"Well...that was depressing." Theo's voice was low, sarcasm etched in his tone. Blaise and Enzo rolled their eyes as Pansy openly gaped at him as passers by gave him looks of disgust.

"Don't disrespect the dead, Teddy." You admonish with a scathing look, that he only bats away with shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh lighten up, tesoro. We all know he wouldn't have cared for all this seriousness." He says, bringing you into a side along hug, ruffling your carefully done hair with calloused hands. You bat them away with an irritated huff.

As soon as you were able to, you'd made a beeline for your friends, wrapping a sniffling Pansy into a hug, comforting eachother in silence as you sent words of affection mind to mind.

Now the six of you are stood off to the side, ostracised from where many of Dumbledore's Army are stood, sharing recollections of Dumbledore's life. Harry, Ron and Hermione are nowhere to be seen.

Mattheo is a silent, imposing wall of stoicism. He doesn't take part in you're friend's untimely banter, and hardly reacts to the scathing, untrustworthy looks that are sent his way.

You send a wave of your emotions to him, love pooling over the anxiety, which causes his stiff muscles to loosen as you reach over to take his hand in your's. Unashamedly you press kisses to his scarred knuckles, running a careful hand across his arm, and thread your fingers with his.

His onyx eyes are alight with gratitude, as the two of you listen to Theo and Enzo bicker.

Suddenly your isolation is cut off by a woman who looks exactly like the one who subjected you to the cruciatus curse a year ago. Her presence makes you startle on instinct, but that feeling is overcome with guilt as Andromeda Tonks, strong-willed, beautiful, stoic and regal; a good friend to your mother and Remus, stands before you with warm, russett eyes.

"Hello Meadow." She greets you, her voice soft and low, matching the slight hauty expression that matched Sirius' with haunting accuracy.

"Hi Andy." You reply, your brows crease in confusion when her husband is nowhere to be found. "Where's Ted?"

"Talking to your father and Remus, I believe." She says, a gentle look overtaking her features that makes her appear youthful and stress free, but that look is gone in a split second when her dark eyes trail to Mattheo's hand, still in your grasp and up to his carefully guarded face.

"You look scarily like your father." She says and you feel the way Mattheo imperceptibly flinches at her observation. The boys and Pansy stop their conversation to form a solid wall of mistrust behind the two of you, faces resigned and stony.

She must sense their growing hostility because she relaxes the harshness from her face, replacing it with apology.

"I mean no offfence." She says slowly, face twisting with regret. "We cannot help who are parents are, after all."

Mattheo doesn't relax, but he knows that you clearly trust her. Andromeda turns to face you instead, that soft look that painted her aristocratic face when she first saw you, appearing again.

"I've come to offer an olive branch of sorts." She tells you. "Remus vouched for the all of you and my nephew during a previous meeting and I'm inclined to agree with him."

"Nephew?" Blaise questions and you turn to see that they all look equally as confused.

"This is Andromeda Tonks, previously Andromeda Black." You introduce her formally with a light smile on your face, and the recognition lights up on your friends' faces when you do. "Draco's Aunt."

"I do wish I was meeting your friends under different circumstances, Meadow." She says.

"What's this olive branch you mentioned?" You ask curiously, steering the conversation back in the direction it had been going in before being sidetracked.

"I'm offering my home as a safe house for you all." Andromeda replies, casting her eyes on your Slytherin friends again.

"What's the catch?" Mattheo asks, his voice filled with suspicion, his grip on your hand tightening with his growing paranoia. You sooth him unconsciously with a stroke of your fingers against his knuckles. Andromeda's careful eyes catch the moment almost immediately.

"We know you're already inducted into your father's regime, unwillingly." She says quietly, wary of Mattheo untrusting stance. "With Severus gone, it is imperative that we know what we're dealing with."

"You need spies." Theo says with certainty, his face twisting with barely restrained contempt.

Andromeda only nods once.

Theo, Enzo and Mattheo seem to have a three way conversation mentally before they come to a decision and it's Enzo who speaks up first.

"Who else besides Professor Lupin, know about this?"

"Meadow's parents, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody."

You stare up at Mattheo with uncertainty. Would they really put their lives at risk for an organisation that barely trusts them?

"Are there any other conditions?" Mattheo asks, stepping towards Andromeda slightly, but not in any threatening way.

"Gather as much information as you can, as safely as you can. And get my nephew and my sister out of that Manor."

"What about after the war?" Pansy asks, having been silent throughout the whole exchange. "Like you said, they're already inducted. If the war goes in Potter's favour, will they be pardoned?"

Andromeda seems to still at that, as if she didn't know the answer and suddenly every single one of you are on edge as you consider the possibility that, if the boys help, they could be thrown right into Azkaban to rot, simply for carrying the burden of the Dark Mark.

"After the war," Andromeda whispers, "there will be justice. But I cannot predict the outcome, and we won't win without your help. I know how Voldemort's court works, for I was part of it for much of my youth before I got out. What you're doing already is proof enough that you are inherently good, even if most people don't see it."

"But what if-" Pansy replies but Andromeda holds out one of her slim, pale hands to gently silence her trail of thought.

"Thinking of that now will not help you during this. You mustn't for it will dull your hope for a better future. Take the offer, my house is in a quiet muggle town. No one will bother you there and it's delightfully warm this time of year."

You each exchange silent but definitive looks before Mattheo nods towards her once and immediately the six of you are given the image of a quaint cottage that sits on the edge of a seaside town, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

"Ted and I will visit occasionally, to make sure our house is not in disarray. Remus or Alastor will deliver your assignments on a biweekly basis."

"Where will you stay, if we're taking up your space?" You ask and Andromeda offers you a friendly smile.

"With your parents in a safe house of our own. With them working high profile jobs in the Ministry and St Mungo's and being 'suspected' members of the Order, they can't be living somewhere anyone can find them."

You blink back your surprise emotions at the implications of her statement. It dawns on you then. The severity of everything happening around you.

Their need for an insider means that The Order weren't as prepared as they wanted people to believe.

They were willing to send your friends to the snake pit so they would have a chance to save themselves.

~∞~

The cottage stands at the end of a winding lane in Falmouth, Cornwall. It's all cobblestoned streets and thatch roofed houses, surrounded by idyllic fields and the most stunning views of beach for as far as the eye could see.

It was certainly out of the way – the nearest village was about a thirty minute walk away.

The perfect place to erect a safe house.

The six of you are stood infront of the picket fenced gate, bags in hand as your parents, Andromeda, Ted and Remus finish putting up the final protective enchantments.

It's been a week since the funeral. In that week, you spent every possible second with your parents, who seemed reluctant to let you stay here. All week, they'd been asking you to join them in their own safe house; one accidental peak in their minds told you all you needed to know for the reason why.

They didn't trust your friends. They especially didn't trust Mattheo.

Now, you stand beside him, tucked into his side as Remus gives you a debrief of instructions for the boys' first task.

"When is the next meeting?" He asks Mattheo, head tilting as you all stand in the cramped kitchen of the cottage, your parents and the Tonks couple nowhere to be seen.

Mattheo opens his mouth to answer, but grimaces as the Mark on his forearm burns in earnest, warning him...daring him to answer. You feel his pain in the very depths of your soul, scrunching your face at the feeling that brushes over you, even as you squeeze his hand in your's.

No one seems to notice other than Remus, who stares between you and Mattheo almost too quickly that you could have missed it.

"I see." He nods to himself as Mattheo runs his hand against his agitated forearm. "Does this happen whenever you try and disclose information."

"Only with the more top secret things." Enzo says from beside Pansy, who has already found where the mugs are as she sips on a steaming cup of tea.

Remus is silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not this would even work, before he speaks again.

"At the next meeting, try and gather as much information as possible. Even if it seems meaningless – but only if it doesn't pain you." He says gently. Remus knows pain, and he knows how detrimental it can be for a person.

He doesn't want to see this group of young adults go through what he did, but he knows it's futile, and hypocritical of him to wish, for he's the one sending them into the snake pit.

"How's 'meaningless' information going to help the Order?" Theo asks with skeptical eyes.

"We need to buy Harry time." Remus says, but he doesn't divulge any further.

"Why?" You ask from Mattheo's side and Remus' gaze turns to you.

"You know why, Meadow." He says and your face twists in confusion before realisation sets in.

"He's going to hunt horcruxes instead of returning to Hogwarts, isn't he." It's not a question and in the way that Remus tenses, you know you're right.

"Yes, Meadow. But I'm afraid what they found wasn't a real one."

This, you already knew of course.

"What do you mean, it wasn't real?" Mattheo sounds like he doesn't believe a word Remus says, and one look up at his face confirms the disbelief in his tone.

"It was a fake. Something transfigured into a replica of the Locket." Remus pulls out a polaroid photo from his pocket. In the centre of the blurred image, sits a locket with a similar insignia to the ring that Dumbledore had handed to you in the Hospital Wing at the start of the year.

"That's not possible." Mattheo snarls and you take it upon yourself to push him into one of the chairs at the dining table, lest he try and launch himself at your old Professor.

"It is very possible." Remus says without a blink. "You see, in the first war, we had a spy. Only few of us knew of his identity but he told us that he'd discovered something. He'd found out about horcruxes and was going to singlehandedly destroy them himself.

One day he was scheduled to come to a meeting, to discuss any progress with his discovery, and to also give us more information on who was on Voldemort's side, but he didn't show up.

Three days later, his house elf, Kreacher showed up in my flat. He didn't even get a funeral."

Remus' voice was soft and desolate as he told you this information, eyes foggy as he relives one of the most traumatic times of his life. Your eyes are alight with realisation almost as soon as he's finished speaking.

"Kreature? Isn't that-"

"Sirius' family house elf? Yeah he is." Remus replied, his eyes glassy.

"Sirius had a brother-" you whisper, your voice betraying your sadness at the thought of the eccentric man.

"Yes. His name was Regulus Black."

~∞~

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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]

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. 

***

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.

***

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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[suugarbabe]

Forget me not

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, broken bones

Summary: based off this ask; this will be a short series fic

Your lungs were on fire, but you kept running. Pointing your wand behind you, throwing every defensive spell you could think of toward the figure behind you. You turned down a different corridor, noticing the stone arches above you. You pointed your want toward the ceiling, still sprinting, “Bombarda Maxima!” The stone behind you came crumbling down on top of your attacker. You slowed down to a light jog, seeing an opening in a wall just big enough for you to rest and catch your breath quickly. You heard footsteps nearing and gripped your wand tightly, at this point in your life the birch wood and Phoenix feather core were an extra limb for you. The steps came closer and you did your best to press yourself into the crack in the wall. As soon as you saw a foot in your peripheral vision you muttered a quiet impedimenta, the person immediately tripping and a flash of red hair coming into your vision. 

“Ginny! Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry a death eaters been chasing me for Godric knows how long and I just-” Ginny embraced you in a hug so tight you thought she was going to crack one of your ribs. “Bloody hell, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you,” Ginny pulled away, quickly scanning over you head to toe as you did the same to her. She had some minor cuts on her face, her shirt and jeans covered in small tears and stone dust. You were sure you looked similar. “Have you seen the twins recently? Have you seen Freddie?” You tried to keep your voice from breaking as you asked. Ginny shook her head, “Not since they went with dad toward the towers.” You nodded, pushing any fear or doubt deep down inside along with any tears you feared were to spill. You heard cackling down the next corridor. Ginny grabbed your hand tightly, “We have to go.” 

You and Ginny ran, dodging falling pieces of the castle and throwing spells toward any dark smokey figure you saw in the distance. You forced down the bile that would rise in your throat any time you had to step over a dead classmate, feeling guilty every time you were relieved it wasn’t Fred. You had been blindly following Ginny, not paying attention to where she was running when you came to the steps at the bottom of the astronomy tower. You followed her halfway up the stairs before glancing out one of the stone openings. You saw a giant swinging his curved weapon, flattening a row of stone soldiers in one fell swoop. You watched briefly as an acromantula  picked up three students at once with their pincers, cutting them in half. You couldn’t hold it back this time as you stuck your head through the opening, emptying what little contents were in your stomach. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ginny walked back down the steps to check on you. You opened your mouth to speak when it suddenly felt like your head was going to explode. Your eyes met Ginny’s as you started to hear the gravely, burning voice of the one man everyone was fighting to defeat. You have fought valiantly…but in vain, I do not wish this, you looked back over the scene below, noticing everyone looking up at the sky,  every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat, your eyes widened and met Ginny’s again, both beginning to descend the steps quickly. Voldemort's venomous tone continued, in their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. You both headed back the way you came, keeping an eye out for loved ones, alive or fallen. Harry Potter I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself there is no greater dishonor. Your mind immediately jumped to Fred, tears brimming at the thought,  join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man woman and child who tries to conceal you from me. 

The Dark Lord’s voice was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. “The Great Hall,” Ginny stated breathlessly as you continued to run behind her. “What about it?” You questioned. “That’s where they’ll bring them,” she stopped running, turning to face you as you came to a halt, “the dead. They’re going to bring them to the Great Hal-”. You were sprinting past her before she could finish, you’re mind on one thing: not seeing Fred’s lifeless body on a stretcher. You ran past damaged walls, fallen painting and Filch sweeping pieces of stone with a push broom. You entered the Great Hall, slowing to a walk to better scan the faces around you. Your breath caught in your throat when they landed on Remus and Tonks. Tears ran down your face when you noticed their arms still outstretched toward each other. 

“Y/N!” Ginny had finally caught up to you, “have you seen any of them? My family?” You shook your head, looking back toward your fallen friends in front of you. Ginny choked back sobs before both of your names began being called out. “Ginny! Y/n!” You both turned, seeing the Weasley parents running toward you. “Mum! Dad, oh thank Merlin,” Ginny spoke and the Weasleys enveloped you both in their arms. George was right behind them and you captured him in a hug quickly, nearly knocking him over, “I’m glad to see you too, duck.” You pulled back slightly, “And Freddie?” George’s face fell slightly, looking over your shoulder at his parents. You turned to them, neither able to meet your eye. You looked back towards George, seeing Charlie and Bill carrying someone on a stretcher. “No,” your voice was barely a whisper, growing louder and louder as your brain started to realize the situation, “No it can’t be, no, Freddie NO!”  

You moved to run to the stretcher but George held on to you, long arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to his chest, “Let..go of me,” you fought against him, “George let me go, let me go to him…please…I-I need to see him.” George held onto you tighter, slowly sitting down on the ground as your body seemed to go limp in his arms. You turned towards him now, burying your face in the chest of his jumper as sobs escaped you. You felt like someone was squeezing your heart tighter and tighter with each breath, “I-I can’t b-breathe…G-Georgie I c-can’t b-breathe.” George turned you to face him, placing a hand on either side of your face, he forced you to look at him. At the face that looked just like your Freddie’s. Only it wasn’t Fred, you could tell. You were always able to tell. 

By the end of week one you could tell, or at least you could tell which one of them was Fred. Both twins had a singular dimple when they smiled, on their left side; but Fred’s was just a little deeper than George. By the end of year two there were several differences, at least to you. George’s voice was slightly deeper, Fred’s part was just slightly more subtly to the left, and he had a faint beauty mark under his left eye. They both began accumulating little nics and scars on their skin as their pranks grew more extravagant as well. Fred had the smallest of scars on the bridge of his nose after running face first into the stone wall a week before Christmas holiday one year. He and Peeves had just pranked Filch, Fred forgetting that being a poltergeist allowed Peeves to escape through walls, while he just slammed into one. By the end of your sixth year they both had several more scars that helped you distinguish Fred from his twin, including a half inch scar below Fred’s right eye. It was your favorite one because it was the first time he had let you heal him at the end of year two. You had so many opportunities to heal the twins over the years Fred would joke that you should choose that as your profession. 

George tapped your cheek lightly, bringing your attention back to the present. “Y/n, did you hear me, love? Are you listening? Ginny, is there something wrong with her hearing I thought you said you checked each other?” You grabbed his face, you now holding each other, “I’m here Georgie, I can hear you, what did you say?” He swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching another tear before it fell fully, “He’s still alive, duckie. Freddie’s not dead, he’s alive. We just can’t get him to wake.” You never moved faster in your life than you did from your spot towards Fred’s body. Ginny got up, allowing you to kneel right next to him. You scanned his body, gasping as you reviewed his injuries. His left leg was clearly broken, Molly muttering mending and bandaging charms above it. He had numerous cuts and bruises along his chest and stomach, some deeper than others, edges burned black from the types of spells that created them. His right hand and several fingers broken as well, as if someone stepped on it, ceasing his ability to use his wand. His neck was beginning to bruise, you noticed his shallow breaths and checked his pulse as you ran your fingers along his jawline. His upper and low lips were split on opposite sides. What worried you the most was the gash on his forehead, just below his hairline. 

“Is he..?” You looked up to see Ron standing over you, doing his best to hold himself together. You stood up, “He’s alive, but he needs a lot of mending.” Ron did his best to smile at you, “Well then he’s in the perfect hands with you, I reckon he’s given you lots of practice.” You sniffled, nodding. You grabbed on to Ron quickly, not able to control the tears that were falling. He held onto you just as tightly. “I can’t lose him, Ron. I just can’t. I don’t think I can survive without him,” your tears soaking the shoulder of his shirt. “You’re not going to lose him, just stay with him. Do what you do best for him.” You pulled back, wiping your face with the palms of your hands as Hermione sprinted up to your group, “Harry went into the Forest, I-I couldn’t stop him. Luna said she saw Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters walking back toward the castle. They’re leading Hagrid with ropes like an animal. And he’s…” she trailed off, looking over at Ginny. “He’s what, Hermione,” you asked her, snapping her back to the present. “He was carrying someone.”

Ginny started running out of the hall. “Arthur!” Molly pointed towards Ginny; Athur and the older boys followed after her. Hermione and Ron followed quickly after that. You stayed with Fred, Molly staying as well not able to leave her injured son. You took your wand from your pocket, hands hovering over Fred’s stomach, “Vulnera Sanentur.” His cuts started to slowly close. You waved your want over his right hand, “Episkey.” The bones in his hands and fingers snapped back to their rightful place and a mild groan left Fred’s throat, yet he remained unconscious. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering to him, “I’m sorry, Freddie. I know you’re hurting. You are so strong, love. So very strong. I love you so much.” You sat up straight at the sound of cheering just outside the castle. You and Molly made eye contact, silently wondering to each other which side was celebrating. You continued waving your wand over Fred slowly, repeating incantations as you started to feel the energy of both powerful and dark magic around you. 

Several death eaters burst into the great hall, the remaining witches and wizards now defending the injured and helpless around them. “You stay with Fred,” Molly kissed the top of your head and she ran to join the others. You continued working over your boyfriend, glancing up periodically to cast a protection bubble around the two of you every few minutes. You glanced up again, noticing Molly going toe to toe with Bellatrix. The dark witch glanced in your and Fred’s direction, tongue running along her dirty, blackened teeth. Molly then threw a curse at her, Bella deflecting it. But Molly didn’t stop, she went again and again, hitting Bellatrix with a stunning spell, then a tightening spell that caused her corset to squeeze her nearly in half. Molly finished her off with one last curse, hitting Bellatrix directly in the chest causing her to disintegrate into bits. A blood curdling scream erupted from outside the castle, followed by an eruption of cheers. 

You looked down, running your finger tips over your favorite scar across his cheek, “You hear that Freddie, I think he did it. He beat him. We won, Freddie.” Molly joined you again, followed by Arthur and Charlie. “There’s one more thing to try and wake him, but it’s going to take the four of us to make it powerful enough. Do you think you can do it, darling, do you still have the energy?” Molly was looking at you. You nodded, “Anything.” She hovered her wand over her son, you, Arthur and Charlie doing the same. “The reviving spell, on three.” Arthur counted down, “One…two…three.” You waved your wand as the four of you said it simultaneously Rennervate. You could feel the magic burst from your wand, like it was coming straight from your veins and into Fred. You all sat back, waiting to see any signs of further life. You felt a hand on your waist, trying to grasp on to the bottom of your shirt. You looked down, seeing the hand you had healed just an hour before. “Oh thank Godric,” you held his hand in yours and he squeezed back tightly. 

His eyes suddenly opened, a deep gasp escaping his throat as he went to sit up quickly. Arthur and Charlie pushed him back down, holding either shoulder, “It’s alright son, you’re alright. Just breathe. You’re still going to be in quite a bit of pain but Y/n and your mother have healed you well.” You smiled as the tears fell, you were so happy you thought you could burst. The men let Fred sit up on his elbows to glance at the scene around him. He looked at each face of his family members before stopping at yours. You grabbed his hand once more, “How do you feel, Freddie? What still hurts?” He sighed, “I mean everything kind of, but it’s a dull pain. But…I do have a question.” George kneeled down next to his twin, “Anythin’, mate, what is it? You want something to eat? Some fire whiskey to take the edge off?” Fred shook his head, you imagined a million different things he could have asked you all, but nothing could have prepared you for the gut wrenching feeling you got when he made eye-contact with you again before asking,

“W-who are you guys?”

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[lixzey]

Professor, Professor

ex-lovers to colleagues, what could go wrong?

professor remus lupin x assistant professor!reader

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[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part four

ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯

warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋

mastermind, masterlist

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y/n’s pov

“Hello Y/N.”

I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.

Oh. Him again.

“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.

Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”

It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.

“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.

“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.

Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.

“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.

He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”

Sirius? What the fuck?

I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”

“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.

“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”

“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.

I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.

I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.

He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.

I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.

“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”

He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.

When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.

His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”

I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”

I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”

“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.

“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.

theo’s pov

I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.

“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”

“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.

“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.

I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.

“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.

Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.

I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.

A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.

It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.

y/n’s pov

I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.

I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”

“No?”

“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.

“What?!” I say, alarmed.

“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.

“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.

“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.

“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.

“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:

meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.

I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.

We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:

See you there darling

I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?” 

“Yep, I do actually.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.

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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.

I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.

We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.

“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”

I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”

I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.

“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.

I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.

He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.

He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”

I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”

He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“See you later star.”

“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.

He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.

I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.

What am I getting myself into.

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Wicked Game - Chapter One

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Weasley!Reader

Summary: When you realise just how bad your parents financial situation is you make a deal with your fathers boss.

Warnings: muggle au, fluff, angst, swearing

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this! The other chapters are going to be longer and this is going to be a relatively slow burn. Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter One

You knew that your parents were struggling financially, you had always known, especially when you were at school. They had managed to send all eight of you to an exclusive boarding school so you never minded that your things were second-hand, you thought they added more charm. Now, that you were out of school, it seemed as though your parents were struggling even more, your dad’s boss, Mr Riddle had cut his hours right down.

Arthur and Molly were too proud to ask for help – despite having an array of friends who would drop everything to help – and they had denied your help more than once. You really didn’t want to see your family out on the street so you decided to take drastic measures.

“I’m heading to London today,” you told your mum as you sat down for breakfast on a warm summer’s morning.

Before she could reply, your twin brother spoke up, “Why, what’s in London? I thought you weren’t at the shop today.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ron, just because your nose is enormous doesn’t mean you should be poking it in other people’s business,” you flicked his nose causing him to bat your hand away and he scowled at you, the tips of his ears turning red.

After a quick breakfast, you were out the door and on the way to London, despite being pretty far out in the countryside you only needed one train to get there. The journey seemed to go by so quickly and soon enough you were walking into the lobby of the high rise building. It was so quiet and clean that it seemed clinical. The receptionist looked at you with wide eyes when you told her who you were there to see but you weren’t waiting long until she led you into Mr Riddle’s office.

As you walked in, trying to stop your hands from shaking, the older man looked up at you and took in your appearance, “you’re Arthur Weasley’s daughter,” it wasn’t a question as he gestured for you to sit down.

You nodded as you cleared your throat and sat down, “y-yes, Sir.”

“And what does Arthur Weasley’s daughter want with me?” he asked as he went back to signing the papers on his desk.

“My parents need help,” Mr Riddle glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow and you elaborated, “financial help.”

“Ah,” he had a ghost of a smirk on his face as he dropped his pen on top of his papers and leaned back in his leather wing backed chair, “if your parents hadn’t of had an army of children maybe they’d be in a much more comfortable position.”

It was amazing how quickly your fear turned to anger and you couldn’t stop the next words that fell from your lips, “well maybe if you gave my dad reasonable hours then I wouldn’t be here,” you folded your arms and narrowed your eyes.

Riddle blinked at you before letting out a harsh laugh that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, “my dear, all working hours have been cut since the war ended.”

“Still, there must be something I can do, please I’ll do anything,” you didn’t mean to beg but you were getting desperate now. Why wouldn’t he help you? A man in his position of power was exactly the sort of man who would help you, but he wouldn’t, not for nothing in return.

“You would do anything to save your family from ruin?” when you nodded he smirked and buzzed for the receptionist, “Bella find my son and send him in.”

Moments later, Mattheo Riddle came striding into the room like he owned it, he was even more handsome than he had been in school with the same sullen look on his face. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw you standing in his father’s office but he nodded at you all the same.

“Y/N.”

“Hi, Mattheo.”

“You see, Y/N,” Riddle started “I have been trying to make a marriage for my son and at every turn he has rejected several extraordinary women,” Mattheo flushed and his eyes dropped to the floor at his father’s words, “you see, it’s very difficult for those fools to take me seriously at the Ministry without a marriage. You say you would do anything to save your family? Marry my son.”

Matteo’s eyes widened, “father,” he started but fell silent as Riddle gave him a hard look.

Riddle looked back at you, “accept and your family will want for nothing. Refuse, and I will make their life a living hell.”

This was the last thing you expected – or wanted – your heart was in your throat but you had started all of this and now you had to see it through. Briefly, you wondered why he would ask you, given Riddle’s opinion of your family. But you realised it was to keep you in line, you weren’t an idiot. You glanced at Mattheo who refused to look at you and you turned back to Riddle.

“When you put it that way, how can I refuse? Of course, you leave me no choice but to accept.”

Riddle smirked, “excellent, I’ll make the necessary arrangements. Mattheo, please show our guest out.

The younger Riddle glared at you as he gripped your elbow and steered you out of the room, “what the fuck, Y/N? Why would you do that?!” he hissed.

You managed to shake him off by the time you got to reception, “you heard your dad, I didn’t have a choice!” you conveniently ‘forgot’ to tell him that it was you who had sought Riddle out.

“You’re going to regret this,” there was a fire blazing in his usually cold brown eyes.

“Trust me, I already do,” you scowled.

As you got home, you had a guilty feeling in the pit of your stomach so you decided to shut yourself in your room. Your parents were going to be so disappointed. You were shut in your room all day, even when Hermione came to visit. You didn’t see anyone till later that evening when your dad barged in.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“Mattheo Riddle.”

Your heart sank like a rock as you looked at your dad’s disappointed face, “what do you want to know?”

“You’re not marrying him, Y/N.”

“I already accepted.”

“Well unaccept!”

“I can’t!” you sighed, “you guys needed help, I never meant for it to get this far but it’s done. If I refuse he will make our lives hell, you know he will. All I wanted was to help,” but you feared you had made things worse.

“We never wanted this for you, Y/N,” Arthur sighed as he awkwardly lingered in the doorway.

“Look dad, I know and I’m sorry. I’ll try and get out of it somehow.”

Arthur nodded with a sigh as he left the room, knowing the conversation was over and knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to change your mind.

A couple of minutes later, you decided that you needed some air, you all but crept by the living room where Riddle was having a hushed conversation with your parents. As you headed towards the back door, Harry called after you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You groaned and turned to face him, knowing that he’d have something to say, he always did, “Harry, please. I really don’t need a lecture off you, of all people.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Harry laughed, throwing up his hands in mock defence, “I’m not going to lecture you. It was brave what you did, stupid,” he added “but brave.”

You laughed, “I agree with the stupid part, but thanks Harry,” you grinned.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna be a Riddle though,” he said with a look of distaste on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a real tragedy,” you laughed, “see you, Harry,” you shot him a wave as you headed outside into the warm summer air.

The air smelled sweet, like honeysuckle and lemon and you gazed around the wild garden, feeling sadness linger in the pit of your stomach. You spotted Mattheo sitting on the garden wall, smoking a cigarette. With a sigh, you walked over to him and sat next to him as he nodded at you.

“It’s nice out here,” he nodded at the strings of fairy lights that had been weaved through the flowering bushes, “you caused quite a stir it seems,” he mumbled as he blew out a plume of smoke, being careful to not let it get in your face.

“Well, it was getting boring around here, so I thought I’d spice it up,” you laugh as Mattheo’s lips almost quirked up into a smirk, “so,” you started, “what’s your reason for agreeing to marry me? What’s in it for you?”

He scoffed as he looked at you with brown eyes so unlike his dad’s cold blue ones, “my father says jump, I ask how high.”

“Oh,” you bit your lip, you couldn’t imagine having that sort of relationship with your family, “I’m sorry,” you hadn’t just ruined your life, you’d ruined his too.

Mattheo pulled a face, “don’t be silly, you don’t have to apologise for anything. Look, Y/N, despite what the papers say about me, I’m not a monster. I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated but, Y/N, I’m never going to love you. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’re going to be disappointed.”

Personally, you thought love was overrated, people did stupid things when they were in love, “well, I’m never going to love you either.”

“Perfect,” he nodded, flicking the stub of his cigarette away.

“So, when do you take me away from my family?” you joke.

“Not until the wedding, my dad wanted you to move in straight away but I convinced him there was no need.”

“Thank you.”

The handsome boy looked at you in bewilderment, like he didn’t know why you would thank him, “don’t look for any redeeming qualities in me, Y/N. I have none.”

Before you could reply, Riddle was striding across the garden, “we’re leaving, Mattheo.”

“I guess I’ll see you soon,” the boy nodded at you before disappearing up the country lane.

With a sigh, you headed back inside the house to find everyone sitting around the table. As you walked in they all stared at you as you sat down. Sirius looked impressed while Lily looked like she felt sorry for you. You knew that someone was dying to say something.

“Just don’t,” you said, shaking your head as you reached for your glass of juice.

It was silent for a couple of moments before Ginny spoke up, “hey, at least he’s hot,” everyone let out a nervous laugh and fell into an uneasy conversation as they waited for dinner.

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