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The Gift of a Weasley Sweater is a Powerful Thing [F.W.]

Day 23 prompt of ‘A Very Harry Potter Christmas’ : ‘Weasley Sweater’

Thank you so much to @jamilelucato and @whack-ed for letting me participate in this writing challenge! I am so sorry it is extremely late, please forgive me. Hope you like it!

Fred Weasley x Female!Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: Mention of fighting, Umbridge, Umbridge’s using that quill, George being mean, a few cuss words, mention of “bloodtraitor” *if I missed anything that should be put into the warning, please let me know!*

Word Count: 6.5k (so sorry!)

As the Christmas holiday was quickly approaching and many students were preparing to leave the comfort of Hogwarts to spend time with their respected families, it was becoming increasingly normal to see different love-sick couples scattered about the castle basking in each other's presence to soak up every last ounce of time they could before being separated by the long vacation. What wasn’t normal, however, was seeing Fred Weasley spending any, and almost every, spare second he had with a girl doing the exact same thing. And to make it even more unusual, a Slytherin girl!

It was a few days before Christmas break and George Weasley has had enough of seeing his brother act like a lovesick fool.

“I do not know what is going on in that head of his but I’m right ‘bout to take my beaters bat and knock some sense into him. Thank Merlin she’s not wedged her way into coming home with us!” he huffs sending silent daggered glares toward his twin brother sitting a few feet down the way at the Gryffindor breakfast table with his serpent of a girlfriend nestled into his side. He couldn’t stand the sight. How did Fred Weasley, a proud Gryffindor of all people, become entranced with none other than a snake? It just didn't make sense!

From across the table, Lee Jordan casts a glance up towards the inter house couple before returning to face the boiling redhead sitting across from him. “Honestly George, I don’t know why you hate her so much, you've never even actually met her! She is actually quite nice y’know? She helped me escape Snape once, it was brilliant!”

“She’s a Slytherin, Lee! The whole lot of them can't be trusted…” he grumbles, taking a quick bite of his slice of toast before sipping his pumpkin juice and clearing his throat. “I don’t know what game she's playing but I’m gonna find out what it is. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Lee could understand where the boy in front of him was coming from. Fred had never taken a liking to any Slytherin house member before, no matter who they were, up until the week before the end of the previous school year when you had transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons. “Just give her a chance George. You never know, she could be genuine in her love or whatever she feels for him and not be as bad as you think!”

On top of what George, and almost everyone else at Hogwarts, was already putting up with this school year (aka Professor Umbridge terrorizing the school and you know whos return creating chaos amongst the wizarding world) George didn’t want to add having to be civil with a snake to his list of things to deal with.

“Yeah...guess not but still! She has not approached any of us, his siblings, to get to know us and they have been cozied up since she got here last semester! In my book, that's already a bad sign.” he frowns looking at the couple again.

Meanwhile down the table, the two lovesick teenagers are conversing amongst themselves, oblivious to the pointed looks from her boyfriend's twin.

“So I have Ron, George, and Ginny’s gifts all wrapped up and ready to be handed out...and I was thinking, maybe I could come up to the common room later after lessons and give them out? What better time than to finally let me meet them and get to know them than Christmas!” she asks, voice dripping with excitement and hope.

A grin graced his lips as he admired her excitement. “That sounds like an excellent idea, love, but with Umbridge, I don’t think it’s safe to be going into others common rooms.”

“I really would love to officially meet them, Freddie. We’ve been dating for three months and you haven’t introduced me to any of them. They’re your siblings, part of what makes you,you! Especially George. I mean come on- he’s your twin! Your other half! And when has Umbridge terrorizing the school ever stopped you from breaking the rules? I can come up and watch them open presents, maybe stay the night so I don’t get caught sneaking back to the dungeons….we can spend some time in the common room after everyone’s gone to bed?” you giggle playfully.

“You had me at ‘stay the night’!”

Another giggle slips past your lips as you peck his lips before rising from the bench. “I thought you would like that idea. I am off to see Professor Snape before my potions lesson starts, I will see you later in Transfig, yeah?”

Fred nods quickly, leaning up to peck your lips once more before you turn and strut out of the Great Hall. He watches you go with that same dopey smile on his face and his eyes swirling with pure adoration. He was in love.

After a hefty handful of morning classes, a quick lunch with friends, Transfiguration with Fred (whom of which you got to spend no time with due McGonagall partnering you with other people) and one intense charms lesson, it was finally time for your favorite part of the day; your free period. You weren’t sure how you got so lucky to have a free period at the end of the day but you definitely weren’t going to complain.

Normally you would spend the free period in the Slytherin common room, on the Quidditch pitch practicing, or in the Room of Requirement (which had quickly become yours and Fred’s spot when he decided to skip afternoon lessons), but today you decided to change things up and direct yourself to the library. You had spent your fair share of time amongst many stacks of the old, dusty books for studying purposes and to grab different for-fun reading material but hardly ever did you come in here to spend your free time.

Upon entering, you quickly set your course for the small ‘Muggle Fiction’ section that had been added in recent years, in search of a new adventure to lose yourself in. Your study partner, Hermione was the one to actually introduce you to the section and recommend a few novels to try reading and you turned out loving them all. Despite being a pureblood and having the nasty ‘I hate everything Muggle’ stereotype follow you around everywhere like a shadow, your heart couldn’t help but get excited about Muggle literature, your favorite genre so far being Romance.

Once you have made your pick of entertainment, you gravitate your way to a back corner nook of the library to get comfy-that is until you see the back of a familiar mop of fiery red hair fluttering between shelves before plopping down at a table with his books.

Having not been able to contain the excitement of seeing your man (even though he should be in potions), you quickly divert your course to him, staying quiet with a beaming grin on your face. Once close enough behind him, you reach out, playfully covering his eyes with your hands blocking his vision from the herbology book he had been scanning through.

"Guess who, Freddie." You giggle.

"What the bloody hell? Get off of me!"

Your eyes went wide in horror upon hearing the voice of the man who was definitely not your boyfriend!

"Oh, Salazar, I'm so sorry! I thought you were Fred from the back!"

George stood up from his seat, turning to you with a piercing glare, "You should really make sure you know who you are approaching before you touch them!"

He hadn't completely yelled at you but the angry tone and rise in his voice made you want to nearly cry.

You cast your eyes to the side, the amount of complete embarrassment you felt had your face feeling as though it was on fire. "I..I know, and again I'm really sorry about that. I- I'm uhm...I'm (Y/N), by the way...Fred's girlfriend." You look back to him, introducing yourself properly for the first time.

"It's a pleasure to meet you George."

"I can't say the same for you, snake."

You recoil at the name, "What did you just-"

"You heard me, a snake. That's what you are, clearly. Whatever love spell you have my twin under, you need to end it, and end it now."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "What are you talking about? There is no spell. I wouldn't do that to Fred, or anyone for that matter! How can you stand there and accuse me of something like that when you don't even know me?"

“Don’t think I know you, do you? You're a stuck up, entitled, conniving witch whose family only cares about things as ridiculous as blood purity and money. Everyone knows what kind of people you are. You and Fred have been dating for months and you haven't approached any of his siblings to get to know them. And what’s more is that over the summer you didn't even want to come to the Burrow to spend time with his family; it was always him leaving to meet you. What does that say about what kind of person you are?"

"You don't know a thing. That was not because of me! That was always Fred's choice, I wanted to-"

"No, don't try to seem all innocent now. You don’t want anything to do with us and we certainly don't like you. Now, if you'd excuse me, I best be leaving."

Before you could get another word out, George turned and collected the books he had grabbed, walking away to the front of the library and out its doors.

After your encounter with George in the library this afternoon, your day had only gotten worse.

You had attempted to break up a fight between two of your younger Slytherin female students but you had ended up getting elbowed in the face, leaving you with a small black eye. Yet before you had the chance to visit the Hospital wing, you were summoned to Umbridge's office.

What had been intended as a “friendly chat” -the pink toads words, not yours-, upon seeing your forming black eye when you stepped into her office, you were dished up a detention for “unacceptable display of muggle dueling from a prefect”. You tried to explain the situation and what had happened but it only seemed to aggravate the woman more. She implemented your detention immediately- the punishment being having to write lines. Instead of writing lines for the said cause of your detention, you were made to write lines for "associating with a blood traitor below your class grade". The way she talked about Fred made your blood boil with rage but you didn’t want to make your situation any worse than it was so you kept the angry words and insults for the woman to yourself.

And finally to top off your terrible day, you had received a letter from your parents stating that they would be spending the Christmas holiday in a tropical paradise while you were to stay at Hogwarts, alone. The day was turning out to be too much to handle and all you wanted was Fred. But with him nowhere to be found, you took to locking yourself in an abandoned classroom in the dungeons, crying out your frustrations. With your eye swelling, your hand stinging like crazy, and your chest aching knowing that Fred's family already hated you without meeting you, you felt completely miserable.

After what had seemed like hours, you finally managed to get your hysterical sobs under control to only getting small hiccups ever so often. Your eyes stung from the hours of repetitive rubbing away of tears and you could only imagine what you looked like. Breaking from your ball-like position in the corner of the room, you rise from the chilled ground, stretching your aching limbs as you take a glance at the small watch on your wrist. You see that dinner had started almost half an hour ago. With a sigh, you emerge from the dungeon’s classroom making your way up to the Great Hall.

When you enter through the hall's double doors, you immediately scan the Gryffindor’s table for the man you have come to love. You spot him quickly as he's waving his arms around wildly with a wide grin on his lips, seeming to be telling a crazy story to the surrounding group of his friends made up of George, Ron, Harry Potter, your study partner Hermione, and Lee Jordan. You can't help the way your eyes fill with nothing but pure love seeing him in his element; entertaining people and making them laugh and smile. Your eyes cut to his twin sitting beside him and your face falls.

In that moment, his harsh words from earlier this afternoon ran through your head on repeat like a broken record you couldn't stop. You never wished for anything more than to meet Fred's family and have them approve of you and your relationship but with the way things were going, that would never be anything but a wish.

You b-line for the Slytherin house table, taking a seat next to your best friend. As you start to shovel food onto your empty plate, his eyes fill with concern.

"Blimey, (Y/L/N)! What in Salazar’s name happened to you."

You pause and give him a quick pierced glance before resuming to fill up the plate of food. "Do not start with me Zabini. I've had a rough day."

"I can tell by that black eye of yours. Did Weasley do something he shouldn't have to make you cry? Because you know I will-"

You crack a sad grin at his over protectiveness but let out a sigh, "N-no, he didn't do anything...he's great. It's just...I don't know.." you trailed off. You didn't want to out George and have him face Blaise's wrath, but how could you keep the day's events away from your best friend?

Blaise noticed your hesitation and rested a comforting hand on your shoulder, "hey, if you don't want to talk about it right now, you don't have to but I'll be here for when you're ready and have the right words."

You give him the best side hug you can manage as your eyes begin to prickle with a few tears. "I know and thank you Blaise. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He returns the hug with a smile, "probably be miserable, I suppose. But I meant what I said. Just because I support you and Weasley's little love fest doesn't mean I won't hex him into next year if he hurts you."

You shove his shoulder playfully before returning back to plate to enjoy your meal.

As always, dinner was delicious and you stuffed your stomach full with too much dessert. You rise from the bench along with your fellow Slytherin's and begin to trickle out of the great hall. As you are walking between Theo and Blaise, a hand reaches out and grabs your arm from behind, spinning you around. You're met with a pair of familiar soft and warm lips being placed on your own. Before you can respond to the kiss, your boyfriend pulls away with a smirk leaving you with a small pout.

“Don’t go pouting, love. You will get more kisses soon, are you ready to go? Hell- what happened to your eye?!” he cups his hands around your face, inspecting your eye closely.

“It's nothing, don't worry. Where are we going?”

“You don’t remember? You were going to stay the night after you handed out gifts to Ginny, Ron, and George. Which by the way, I've got to tell you, I’m a little peeved off I’m not getting my gift yet and I’m your loving, devoted boyfriend who adores you and who worries about you.”

You rub your neck nervously, looking away from him. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day and I forgot..”

His eyes scan your face, his frown only growing deeper “I thought you were excited, love. I didn’t think you would forget something like this. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help it. Hearing Fred ask ‘what’s wrong’ after the day you’ve had, unleashed a new wave of fresh tears.

“Woah, woah, love what happened? Why are you crying, did I say something wrong?” he quickly encases you in his warm embrace, pressing your head gently to his chest to muffle your sobs. Your body shakes horribly as you try to keep yourself from crumbling right then and there in the hall in the presence of other students.

He looks ahead to see Theo and Blaise have stopped in their places, noticing your absence and are now looking at him holding your distraught figure. He sends a pleading look to Blaise, desperate for him to give a clue as to what was wrong but Blaise only shook his head and frowned in response. He knew Zabini was your best friend and that you told each other everything so when even he didn’t know what was wrong, Fred began to worry even more.

As Fred held you to his chest, he gently brushed back your hair with his fingers a couple of times hoping it would calm you. Bending down slightly so as to not scare you, he whispers into your ear, “C’mon, love. Let’s go up to my room and we can cuddle until you’re ready to talk. How does that sound?”

You nod your head slowly, breathing deeply as you can as you step away from him. His heart shattered seeing your eyes so puffy and bloodshot. Gently wrapping an arm around your waist, he guides you up the moving staircases to the portrait sealing the Gryffindor common room. Fred mutters the password and once there is enough space for you both to walk through, he softly pulls you along, hoping that the room will be empty or at least empty enough so you will be comfortable walking through. To his relief, the only people who have opted to stay out in the common room were George, Lee, Ginny, and the Golden Trio. George is the first to notice his twin's sudden presence.

“There you are Freddie, been wondering where you went off to. Hopefully not to see that-”

“Shut up, George. Do you and Lee mind staying down here for a while? We would like to be alone for a bit.”

Ron pipes up from his spot on the carpet by the roaring fireplace. “We?!”

Just then, George and Ginny’s head snap to Fred, only now noticing you curled into his side, face pressed into his shoulder.

“WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?! She-”

“Not now George! You’re my twin and best friend and I love you but please don’t start right now, mate. Just give us some time, please.” Fred begged.

George backed away with a scowl before nodding. Fred glances at Lee who gives him an encouraging nod with a soft smile. With a sigh of gratitude, he thanks his roommates, guiding you to the stairs. With a flick of his wand, he says the counter charm to keep the stairs from changing and walks you up.

Once you're in the safe space of his room, he sits you on his bed as he couches down by the end of it rummaging through his trunk. Once he finds what he's looking for, he stands facing you handing you a small stack of clothes.

"Here, sweetheart. These will be more comfortable for you than your uniform. And look, I even picked out your favorite sweater of mine."

You let out a weak smile, leaning up to plant a loving kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, cradling your face carefully between his hands. Fred is the one to break the kiss, placing his forehead softly against yours.

"Let's get changed, love."

With a final nod, you pull away and stand, moving to the opposite of the room to change giving Fred his own space. Once you're both changed, you walk back to his bed with your uniform gently folded in your hands. Fred takes the stack from you before gesturing you to get in bed. You happily oblige and wait for him to get I'm with you. Once he settles in, you get comfortable in your favorite cuddling position. You being the little spoon with Fred cradling your body to his front.

No words are spoken for the first half hour. Fred doesn't rush you to talk, only softly brushing his hands up and down your arms in slow comforting strokes. Once you feel comfortable and ready to talk, you turn over to face the loving man behind you. You wrap an arm around his waist pulling your body flush against his, burrowing your head into his chest.

Fred let out a gentle chuckle, squeezing our waist a little tighter. “Are you ready to talk now, love?”

“I ha...frrible ay…”

Fred let out a deafening howl of laughter. “I have no clue what you just said, do you mind repeating that more clearly for me, sweetheart?”

You pulled away from his chest, “I said that I had a terrible day.”

His joyful expression was quickly replaced by one of alarm. “Why what happened?”

‘Here goes nothing…’ You thought.

With a deep breath you begin. “It wasn’t so bad at first. Double potions went okay, lunch with Blaise and Theo was good. Transfig sorta fell short because McGonagall split us up but that was okay too, nothing to ruin the day. It all started in my free period.” you stopped, beginning to feel nervous and nauseous . “W..we always say that honesty is the best policy...right?”

He confirms your question with a small dip of his head. “Of course”

You continue on, “I went to the library today to find a new Muggle romance book to read and well...before I could pick one that I liked, I thought I saw you weaving in and out between the bookshelves. I got excited seeing who I thought was you and so I ran up behind him and put my hands over his eyes like how I do with you and well…”

Fred knew where this was going and he instantly began to feel awful.

“It was George, as you could have guessed and needless to say he did not appreciate that. Of course I apologized, but he was still so angry and not just about me touching him. He seemed to be mad at me, as a whole person. He accused me of having you under a love spell and said that he knew what kind of person I was because of my family. Told me I was entitled and stuck up because I haven’t approached him or Ron or Ginny to get to know them nor did I visit the Burrow to spend time with your family this summer. I tried to tell him that me not coming to your home or meeting your family wasn’t my choice but he didn’t want to hear it.” you sobbed, letting the building tears in your eyes fall freely.

If Fred didn’t feel terrible before, he sure as hell did now! He knew that it was long overdue for you to meet his family but just when he got the nerve to introduce you, he couldn’t. While Fred was a very confident man in many aspects, your lifestyles were complete polar opposites and it oftentimes left him feeling inadequate. While you live a life of luxury, Fred and his family oftentimes struggle to make ends meet. While Fred’s family is thought of as a full lot of blood-traitors, your family name is highly admired and respected amongst the Wizarding community. Now, the Weasley boy knew such trivial things didn’t matter to his girl, but the worry he had of you leaving him once you dived in deeper to what made Fred, Fred was just too much to take the risk.

Fred couldn’t even begin to be mad at George for what he said to you because he was too busy being angry at himself. He was the reason this happened. He was the one who kept you from meeting his family. He was the one who would reject your wishes to spend time at the place he’s called home all of his life and with the people he loved more than anything. He made you look like you didn’t want anything to do with his family when in reality, you wanted nothing more than for his family to adore you almost as much as Fred did.

“Baby I am so so sorry about all of this. George had no right to say that to you but he wouldn’t have if I had just gotten over my own insecurities. I promise I will make things right, love.” his solemn expression broke your heart and made you cry even harder.

Wiping your eyes hurriedly, you shake your head. “That’s not even the worst of it! I got this stupid black eye from trying to break up a petty fight between two younger girls from my house, and then when I wanted to go see Madam Pomfrey, I was summoned to Umbridge’s office. One look at my eye and she gave me a detention of writing lines with that horrid quill of hers and my hand hurts so bad! And then on top of everything, my mum sent me a letter this morning saying that she and dad will be going somewhere for Christmas while I stay at Hogwarts instead! It was just one thing after another and when I couldn’t even find you, I broke down. Ended up locking myself in a classroom to cry, it was awful. That’s why I was late to dinner.”

“That bloody woman used that damned quill of hers on you?! I swear, I will make that vile woman regret ever using that on you! Let me go see if Hermione has anything to help with the scarring.”

Before he could get out of bed, you wrapped your arms around him tighter, “No! Don't bother her about it, I just want to be with you right now. Don’t leave, just stay.”

It was hard for Fred to contain the anger he had raging through his body but he gave in to your request. He settled back into his position, pulling you in tighter by your waist. “I am so sorry all this happened to you today, sweetheart. I promise, the first thing tomorrow, I will make things right. I will owl mum and tell her you will be coming home with me for Christmas and then I will face my siblings and explain everything to them. Then once I’m done there, I will make that pink toad wish she never set foot into this school.”

By now the tears had stopped falling, leaving you to the occasional sniffle. “Can we just go to bed now? I’m tired.”

Fred snuggles down deeper into bed pulling his heavy crimson duvet up around you both, tucking you in. “Let’s sleep. Tomorrow will be better”

You wish Fred had been right. No sooner than you were both peacefully asleep, you had been rapidly alerted awake by Professor McGonagall busting into the dorm room. You and Fred had both sprung up to see her shaking George awake. When she made her way over to Fred’s bedside, she paused in shock seeing you there.

“Miss (Y/L/N), what in Godric’s name are you doing in Gryffindor tower? And in the boys dormitories no less!”

“I-I.. well.. You see, what had happened was-”

“Never mind that, we don’t have time. I need you and mister Weasley to come with me immediately.”

Once you were all out of bed and met with a disheveled Ginny, the four of you were guided back to the Headmaster’s office and upon entering, you all see Harry looking distraught.

Ginny was the first to speak out, “What’s going on Harry? Professor McGonagall said you saw dad hurt-”

Dumbledore answered the girl before Harry had the chance. “Your father has been injured doing some work for the Order of the Phoenix. I am sending you all to Sirius’s house by portkey instead of the Burrow, where you will meet your mother. But we must hurry before Umbridge is made aware you all are out of bed. Hurry now, all of you.”

Immediately you all gathered around the kettle you would be using to transport you and waited for the countdown from Dumbledore. On the count of three, you all placed your hands on the portkey and instantly you felt the pull behind your navel and a rush of wind before you were met with the ground of a...kitchen?

Before you could comprehend anything, into the kitchen came Sirius Black. You weren’t entirely sure what to make of seeing the man in the flesh but looking at him as he spoke to Harry and the Weasley children, there was no way he was this “mass murderer” you had read to believe. After a small riff between the twins and Sirius about staying put instead of rushing to St. Mungo’s, he offered everyone up a butterbeer (which you graciously accepted) to calm the nerves. When you all had received the small letter from Mrs. Weasley, Sirius suggested that everyone try to obtain some rest so one by one, each of you filtered off to catch some sleep once you were finished with your respective butterbeers. You and Fred go off together to find a couch big enough for the both of you, quickly settling into deep sleep.

In the days that followed upon your arrival, you had finally met Mrs. Weasley and although you were seeing her at a tough time, she was thrilled to meet you and have you around for Christmas. Things were a bit tense with Fred’s siblings given the state of things, but you didn’t want to make what they were going through worse so you gave them their space. With your free time you had got to know Sirius and seemed to get along well given the many similarities between the two of you. You had also learned about the Order of the Phoenix and found that his home was made the Order’s headquarters. And then on the day the Weasley family was heading to St. Mungo’s to visit Mr. Weasley, you met a few more of the Order members, including Mad-Eye and Tonks. After a few discussions with them about the Order and their careers as dark wizard catchers you just knew you wanted to follow their paths and become an Auror and join the Order after you finished your schooling.

It was finally the day Mr. Weasley would be getting released from St. Mungo’s and the whole lot of you Hogwarts students were busy tidying up around preparing for his arrival while Mrs. Weasley, Mad-Eye, and Tonks went out.

You were currently cleaning down the tabletops in the kitchen with Hermione when you heard George in the next room over beginning to speak out of the blue. “I just don’t get it. My father has a near death experience and he has to come home to around another slimy snake...unbelievable.” he scoffs.

You halt in your movement as you look up to the door separating the two rooms. The whole time you had been here, you hadn’t possibly done anything to set the boy off.

You hear your boyfriend speak up, anger laced within his tone. “George mate, stop. What the hell! She hasn’t done anything to make you be so cross with her. What the hell gives?”

You drop the towel in your hand onto the dark table, rushing over to the swinging door that separated the rooms. You push it open to see the two redheads glowering at one another in rage as Ginny, Ron, and Harry stop in the midst of their own cleaning to watch the building argument.

“What gives?” he shouts. “What gives is that she shouldn't be here! She doesn’t belong here with the Order nor is she family! It’s not like she likes us anyways! Besides, she’s a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake! Who knows what she’ll go and tell Umbridge when we get back to school. Better yet, who knows what she will go say to those death eater parents of hers to get all of our asses all killed. ”

“That’s enough! Your bang out of line! You don’t know a thing about her but yet you decide to hate her?! That’s my girlfriend, George!”

“None of us know her because she doesn’t want us to know her! We’re your family Fred and she’s kept herself from that. She-”

“ENOUGH!” Fred bursts in anger, making you flinch. You had never heard Fred so...so livid before. “That. Is. Enough.” his tone rough and grave. He looked around the room, looking into the eyes of each of his siblings as he spoke, “You three loathe her because you believe she thinks of us as beneath her. She’s not like that! You all don’t know her because I didn’t want you to know her. I wanted to keep my family and my relationship separate and I see now that that was a horrible mistake and I’m sorry! She truly has always wanted to meet and spend time with you guys but I have been the one to say no every time, even when she begged and pleaded!”

“Ginny.” His little sister's body straightened upon the hearing of her name, “you would actually really like her. The way you feel and talk about Quidditch, she’s the exact same way. You’re as much of a headstrong firecracker as she is too. You would get along so well..”

“Ron…” he paused looking at his youngest brother, “I have never seen someone more strategic with Wizard’s Chess and obsessed with the Chudley Cannons than (Y/N). You both could talk for hours about that team and never get tired, you would think she’s great, too.”

Fred looks back to his twin, his eyes softening. “And Georgie...you’re my twin. You have no idea how hard she fought to meet you. After mum and dad, she’s wanted to get to know you the most because she knows just how much you mean to me. You aren’t just my twin, you’re my best mate. Not only does she support me, and you too, she supports our dream of opening the joke shop; something we’ve wanted since we were kids! You would love her maybe just as much as I do. She’s actually brilliant, I’m telling you. She’s smart, funny, inventive, ambitious, and just as much of a kid-at-heart as we are..” he grinned a bit with a few tears pricking his eyes.

The tension encased in the quaint room was undeniably thick. With teary eyes, you take a glance at his siblings and see their faces are all beginning to mirror the same emotions. Embarrassment, guilt, and shame. You couldn’t lie, seeing them at least a bit remorseful for the way they treated you and made you feel, made you feel a tad bit better.

As he takes a few paces across the room to stand next to you, he looks around at his siblings one last time, “If you want someone to be mad at, be mad at me. Not (Y/N). As my family, I’m begging you, give her a real chance. I love her and I can guarantee you all would love her too.”

You gently wrap your hand around Fred’s bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze with a watery smile. He looks down at you, tenderly kissing your forehead before grabbing your hand in his much larger one and leading you up the staircase to the room you were staying in. You peek back at his siblings as you ascend the steps, offering them a meek smile of their own. When Ginny had returned with the slightest smile in response, it gave you a new hope that things would be different from here on out.

Christmas was finally being celebrated at 12 Grimmauld Place and everyone was in high, happy spirits. In the past few days, Ron and Ginny took the initiative to get to know you, and you with them; and as Fred predicted, they enjoyed you and the company you offered. You connected very well with the both of them, and you couldn’t be happier. Mr. Weasley was ecstatic to finally meet you at last and welcomed you wholeheartedly. He ended up talking your ear off quite a bit about all things he knew about Muggles but you genuinely enjoyed his conversations and enthusiasm!

Currently, you were helping Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, placing the last few finishing touches on the small feast the lot of you would be indulging in when Fred and George strolled into the room. Fred waltzed over to you wrapping a strong arm around your waist, spinning you around into his chest. You giggled happily as he placed a quick tender kiss on your lips before pulling away when his mom swatted his shoulder from behind him. Mrs. Weasley announced that the food was ready and for everyone to take their seats so you could get started. Before you all tucked in, she walked around the table handing out brightly colored paper wrapped packages to each of the children. You were beyond surprised when she gestured for you to grab the one she had been holding out in front of you.

“I got something, too? Mrs. Weasley, you shouldn’t have! Thank you so much!” You spoke as you tore open the wrappings. You see a beautifully homemade scarf and matching gloves in your house colors of silver and green. Your eyes crinkle in excitement as you wrap the fluffy scarf around your neck. You peer up at her again, “I love it, thank you!”

“You’re welcome, dear. I hear those dungeons are quite chilling, those ‘ought to keep you extra warm, I guarantee it.”

You thank her again and before you can begin to show Hermione your wonderful gift, another package is thrusted your way. You see only this time, it’s George holding it out to you.

“What is this?” you gently grab it from his hands, your eyebrow arching in wonder.

“This is technically something from the entire family but I had been the one to ask mum to make it. I owe you, and Fred too, a huge apology. I was a right foul git to you and should have never said those awful things to or about you, and for that I’m very sorry. I know it doesn’t completely change the fact that it happened but I hope you both can forgive me. I have never seen anyone a better match for my twin and I’m happy he has you in his life. Go ahead and open it.“

Your beam at him as you unwrap your second gift, your eyes immediately filling with happy tears when you look down to see what it is. You take the dark green plush sweater out of the paper and hold it up, your eyes roaming over your first initial that had been stitched in white, in elation. “My very own Weasley sweater?!”

George cracked a sincere smile as you hurriedly pulled the sweater over your head to try it on. “Welcome to the family, (Y/N).”

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plantcore-posterboy · 5 years

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A drarryish fanfic

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Alright alright I'll write in a journal. Uncle sev gave me this journal, to write in about my "feelings". When did he become such a hufflepuff? Well I guess since I'm meant to write what I feel I guess I'll start with a rundown of my life: here goes everything

• I'm a slytherin

• I'm a pure blood, but kinda like muggles..

• My dad disowned me

• My godfather (snape) adopted me

• My dad was abusive

• I'm gay

• I'm in love with a half blood

• I think I'm falling for Harry Potter....

Sincerely, Draco Lucius Malfoy-Snape

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A/N

I know. It's a cliche but I needed some drarry in my life. Itll go to Harry's diary journal thing in a minute. I'm not motivated tonight to write septiplier, I will, I promise.

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Ugh. Stupid. Professor Snape is making us write in these journals, because he got stuck teaching health and couldn't think of anything to do. So as he suggested I'll just list some things about me.

• I'm a gryffindor but was almost put in slytherin

• I'm a half blood

• My parents were killed by Voldemort

• I'm known as the boy-who-lived

• I honestly hate the fame

• The dursleys abused me

• I'm bisexual (I think)

• And I may be crushing on a certain slytherin ice prince

From, Harry James Potter

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A/N

It was a really short drarry drabble I know. But I gotta go update my wolfstar fics.

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Here is a much darker fic, much much darker

A drarry fanfic

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Harry James Potter sat on a couch in the middle of a cluttered living room. After school had ended, things had went down the metaphorical drain for harry. He no longer looked liked the strong, happy boy people had come to know. He had dark circles under his eyes, his checks were sunken in, and he was a good deal paler and thinner than he used to be. Harry got up after hearing a knock on his door maybe its Ron or mione.....no they havent talked to me in years. When he opened his door he saw the last person he would ever except to see at his doorstep. There at the threshold was a unconscious Draco Malfoy.

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A/N

Short first chapter I know. It gets longer and better as we go. Will eventually be drarry. Also mentions of abuse and neglect. Will the boys make amends?

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Harry reacted immediately. He took draco inside for 3 reasons.

1. He was hurt. Badly

2. This was an old schoolmate.

3. He could relate

Most people would just try to wake the person up harry knew better and let draco rest, he had to be awake for him to fix his wounds. How ironic is this. Harry thought darkly. Why was draco half-dead on his doorstep anyway? When had he started calling him draco? He sat draco malfoy on his couch, to asses the damage. Draco had multiple cuts and bruises. He lied down, even in sleep, like his back hurt him horribly. Harry knew better then to check without consent though. He also no longer had that malfoy-esque appearance, his hair was dirty and dissolved, he himself was a mess, and his clothes were torn and ripped in multiple places. He also appeared to have neat rows of scars down his arms. His arms.....they look just like mine.....great.....what a great thing to have in common.... Draco stirred in his sleep but didn't wake. Harry checked his muggle clock. It was 6 45 AM. Well he wasn't going to get any sleep, he decided he would wait for draco to wake so he could check his injuries. If he allowed him too. Draco stirred, this time he awoke. "Harry?" He asked. He used my first name......he's also badly hurt. "Yes, Draco?" At the use of his name from harry, draco broke down sobbing. Harry held him knowing what he needed "shhhhh it's okay." He whispered soothing nothings to him, before both boys fell asleep curled together, holding on for dear life.

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Draco awoke to warm arm around his body. He was content for a minute until he realized who said Arm belonged to. "Ha-..Potter get off me." Draco said, still unable to have that sense of resentment in his voice. Harry responded very carefully. "I suppose so, you have wounds for me to tend too." "You...you don't have too." "Draco, yes I do, your back seems to hurt you, you have bruises everywhere, who knows what else! Besides Draco, those scars on your arm need to be taken care of." Draco looked shocked at the last statement, harry responded easily, with a softer tone than before. "Yes I noticed draco, there was a time when I had then too." He squeezed the others boys hand gently. "Now can you take your shirt off your backs bleeding." "But....you don't want to see that.....I'm too ugly Harry." Draco said with venom "Trust me draco your not ugly...Not at all....please let me help you." Draco responded with a soft whisper of "okay" as harry worked to get his shirt off without harming draco. When they finally got it off, Harry gasped "Draco, who did this to you." "My father."

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A/N

There will be weasley bashing. Warning. mainly Ron. Weasley bashing none the less

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Harry gripped dracos hand instinctively. "I'm so sorry. I am so sorry." "Its okay harry, I deserved all of it." Draco said solemnly with a tone harry never heard before, except from himself. "Draco. You deserved none of anything that ever happened to you. I swear on my soul....but draco this is bad, I'm sorry but to heal this I'm going to have to do this the muggle way. Stitches. It'll hurt a lot." Draco nodded. Harry gave him a calming drought and a numbing potion. Harry gently started to stitch, or as gently as you could stitch someone. He felt draco tense. He wanted to lie and tell him that it was fine. Draco has countless welts from what must've been a whip all the way from his neck to his waistline. He stitched the worst of it figuring he could spell the less awful ones. "Are you okay, draco. I mean in general." As much as draco wanted to stay he was fine and was okay he couldn't. He couldn't lie to him, he didn't know why, he just couldn't. "No....not at all." Draco felt tears building up as he spilled the whole thing. "After school ended my father noticed how I didn't hate muggles anymore. He caught me at a muggle bookstore. He thought he could beat some sense into me. It didn't work the first time. So he did it again. Again. Again. Again......he then disowned me, not for the muggle stuff...because I was gay. I was thrown in the dungeons and wanted nothing more than too die. My wrists suffered for it. It felt good harry to have something I could control. I didn't want to be a death eater. I slashed my arms and the dark mark over and over. It just won't go away. I was starved, which I didn't have a problem with. If he gave me food I wouldn't have eaten it. I'm too fat. When I fell asleep after days of exhaustion I thought of the one person who might care. Even remotely. You. You know the rest." By now draco was crying. Harry felt bad for the youngest malfoy, or whatever he was now. It was harry who spoke next. "You told me so much draco, I need to tell you what happened to me. You don't need to hear it. But I need to tell someone. When I was young, I stayed with awful muggles, the dursleys and their son Dudley. My uncle abused me, a lot. I slept in a cupboard under the stairs, I was locked in there half the time. Dudley hit me. My aunt hated me. They called me a freak and for a long time I believed them. It's why I cut, draco I have scars that line my arms just like yours. Anyway eventually I was moved to the second room. With a cat flap for food and bars on the window. It was awful. After school ended Ron and Hermione left me, they only had me for protection. The weasleys hate me. And now I'm here. I'm also gay. Then draco over and kissed him full on the lips.

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"Im sorry harry.. .I shouldn't have done that I'll just go." Draco made a move to get up but harry grabbed his arm gently pulling him back down. "No it's fine, besides you need to stay, not only because your hurt but because I.....I need you to stay."

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I'm sorry I'm an awful person but I'm ending it here. I'll write another I promise.

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@louithescribe

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ratmonologue · 7 years

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ANSWER ALL THE HOGWARTS QUESTIONS!!! FEEL MY PAIN!!! (no I'm just kidding it was actually really fun to answer all of them I recommend it)

CHALLENGE SO FUCKING ACCEPTED thank you kayla for enabling my nocturnalness

1. What house will you be in? SLYTHERIN

2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you’d be great in a house you didn’t consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want? I mean I think my ambition to be a Slytherin kinda automatically makes me a Slytherin… If the hat insisted on Ravenclaw that’d be okay, I have a lot of Ravenclaw traits. If it said Gryffindor or Hufflepuff… lmao no.

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school? I’m very much a cat person so probably a cat, but I remember one of the books mentioned ravens in the magical pet store? And a pet raven would be SUPER cool. I’d teach it to talk and stuff. Also the #aesthetic. Yeah, raven.

4. If you were in class, where would you normally sit? Near the front

5. What do you think you’ll be doing right now? 5am on a Saturday. Ideally I’d be either asleep or at some wizard party; realistically I’d be up late reading or something.

6. What’s the core of your wand? I think Pottermore said unicorn hair, but Pottermore also said I wasn’t slytherin so I’m not sure how much I trust them

7. Do you think you’ll be part of the quidditch team? No I’m not athletic enough

8. Will you be part of any organization??? HECK YES student orgs are the best, seriously what else do people do with their time

9. Will you go home during holidays? Fuck no

10. Do you think you’ll have friends from other houses? Seeing as how about 80% of my current friends are hufflepuffs and ravenclaws, definitely

11. What will you pack for school? The necessities, like clothes, books, pet raven, etc

12. How about when going home for holidays, what will you bring home? There is no way I would go home for the holidays when I could have Christmas at HOGWARTS in SCOTLAND like come on

13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school? The above being said, I’m all for studying abroad so I’d love to do a year at Durmstrang or something

14. Do you think you’ll be a prefect or head girl/boy? God I hope not

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born? My parents and sister all could not care less about Harry Potter so I guess that makes me a muggle-born

16. Will you be related to any wizarding family? Only by marriage, and even then Sirius and his family have kinda disowned each other, so no

17. Will you be a student who gets into trouble a lot? We all know I’d get written up by Filch for climbing the whomping willow

18. Do you think you’ll get a lot of detention? For what reason/s? The occasional lateness or talking-in-class detention, probably

19. On hogsmeade visits, what shops will you go to? Honeydukes of course, I don’t even remember what else is there tbh but I’d visit all of them (except that nauseatingly cutesy tea place). Honestly I’d probably just hang out in the Three Broomsticks or the Hog’s Head because chilling in pubs with friends is kind of the best thing ever?

20. Will you be supportive of your house’s quidditch team? Not rabidly so, but sure

21. Will you read Hogwarts: A History? I’ll read the interesting bits

22. Do you think you’ll get a lot of letters from home? How frequent do you think you’ll get them? Probably every couple of weeks or so, because my mom likes to keep in touch too often

23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media? Of course

24. Which part of the castle will be your favorite? The astronomy tower

25. When sleeping in your dormitory, will your four-poster bed’s curtains be drawn or closed? I’m pretty sure drawn does mean closed in the case of curtains, so both

26. If the team your house played against wins, do you think you’ll be bitter towards the other team after the game? Nah

27. Do you think you’ll be a fan of wizard music? Not sure but I’d definitely give it a listen

28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it? Um of course

29. How frequent will your visits to the library be? Since Hogwarts doesn’t have internet, probably pretty frequent

30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore’s army, will you join? Absolutely

31. If you were to get detention, what task would you prefer? Would you want to scrub cauldrons or clean trophies or sort through unlabeled books or…? Sorting through books is honestly really fun to me

32. On your o.w.l.s, what subject/s will you get an O in? Which ones do you think you’ll get a T on? (I had to look up a list of subjects) Astronomy, arithmancy (whatever tf that is, but I’m good at math?), ancient runes, and history of magic (because lbr that sounds FASCINATING even with a boring teacher. I’ll just skip class and diligently read the textbooks. I’ve aced at least three classes that way). And knowing me I’m not getting a T in anything.

33. How about in your n.e.w.t.s? See above, probably

34. If you were a pure-blood, would you take interest in reading muggle literature? I’m an anthro person, of course I’m gonna read other cultures’ stuff

35. At what time do you think you’ll go to bed on weekdays? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa…….

36. Would you prefer firewhiskey over butterbeer? Seeing as how I prefer regular whisky over regular beer… give me all the firewhisky.

37. What wizard snack would be your favorite? Or which one would you like to try? Cauldron cakes and anything else with chocolate

38. Will you collect chocolate frog cards? Not intentionally, but judging by the sheer amount of chocolate I eat (seriously, it’s… alarming) I’d amass an accidental collection anyway

39. Will you keep track of which flavor of beans you already tried? Yes, so I know which of the nasty ones to avoid in the future

40. What quidditch team (excluding hogwarts houses) will you support? Kayla I’m gonna steal your answer for this one; all-girl Holyhead Harpies quidditch sounds awesome

41. What classes will you take for n.e.w.t.s? Honestly, probably everything except herbology and care of magical creatures. I’m a nerd. I wanna learn it all.

42. What will your boggart be? Dying horribly…? Idk how you’d make a boggart out of that. An airplane on fire? An irukanji jellyfish?

43. Will you stay in the hog’s head or the three broomsticks? *insert “both is good” gif here*

44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the triwizard tournament if they ever host one again? No I kind of like being alive

45. What do you think happens during graduation? Honestly, that’s… an excellent question. There would be traditional graduation elements (reading off names, receiving some kind of certificate, speeches by faculty and the head boy+girl). Probably held in the great hall. Enchanted fireworks? Hagrid crying. Hopefully lots of firewhisky.

46. Will you see the thestrals carrying the carriages? No

47. If you were invited to join the slug club, will you accept the invitation? Yes because I hate networking so I might as well let someone else (Slughorn) do it for me

48. Will you consider becoming a professor in hogwarts after school? Nah, teaching the same thing year after year doesn’t sound interesting. I’d love to do something like Bill Weasley, traveling around breaking curses. Or a wizard anthropologist, seeing how wizards in other countries do their thing. Hogwarts needs some kind of career counseling…

49. What would your patronus be? A raccoon bc I too am nocturnal and eat trash

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus? If we’re talking my real life, then the Poets of the Fall concert wherein I not only got front-ish row but got to MEET THEM BEFORE THE SHOW and tell the guitarist that I named my guitar after him lmao…. If we’re talking wizarding-world related stuff, then…. first date with Sirius? Because you better believe he’s #1 on my wizarding world to-do list. Pun absolutely intended.

51. What year are you suppose to be in right now? Graduated not only Hogwarts but also any wizarding tertiary education, because I’m old

#you're right kayla this was extremely fun #click the read more for extreme nerdiness and sirius thirst #harry potter #I answer stuff

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