#plug!fred Weasley

[love-fictional-ppl]

Dealer!Fred and George who give you weed in exchange for pussy

Fred first meets you when you approach him asking if he could hook you up.

Fred thought you were hot, so he told you after class to come to his dorm and he would give you an eighth.

When you knock on the door, George answers. He simply tilt his head inward as an invitation in. When you enter the dorm you see Fred lying on his bed rolling a joint.

Fred looks up when he hears your footsteps. He sits up, grabs a weed bag and tosses it at you. You fumble and catch it, staring awkwardly at him, “I don’t have any money.”

George laughs and snatches the weed out your hands. “Well we can’t let you take that for free,” He tells you smugly. “We gotta make a profit somehow, Love”

Fred smirks, “well, since you’re pretty, I’ll smoke this joint with you while George and I fuck you.”

You blush and contemplate whether you really want to lose your dignity for a joint. Letting your pussy think for you, you respond, “okay.”

That how you wound up on top of Fred, Joint hanging loosely from your lips. You struggled to hold yourself upright.

You hit the joint and George pulled it from your lips so he could take a hit. You shakily exhaled the smoke from your mouth, bouncing on Fred’s cock.

Fred slapped your ass and grabbed your jaw, “too high, love bug? You want Georgie to take a turn so you don’t have to do nothin’”

You were too fucked out to know what the hell he way even saying. You heard George say something like “I’m smacked.”

You nodded for Fred and muttered out a “mmhmm.”

Fred lifted you off him and layed you down next to him. Fred whispered in your ear, “Ok, now be a good girl for Georgie.”

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

This is an old draft I just finished. Not Proofread!

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[george-weasleys-girl]

smut request/ idea:

fred weasley with a really bratty, playful and smiley reader and then he's like being rlly cute with her but in a hot way idk? like she's teasing him and running around and stuff and he's playing along but then he's like okay enough and it gets kinda rough and then she goes all quiet and thennnn HE teases her? and then he's rlly caring after stuff

I hope you get the idea idekkkk? lmao

Naughty

I've not written anything quite like this before. I hope it's at least, ok-ish. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: smut, teasing, oral(male receiving), intercourse, orgasm control

18+only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

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"Oh dear, I'm such a clutz," Y/N giggled and bent over to pick up the dish soap she'd "accidentally" knocked onto the floor. Fred smirked, his eyes locked on her deliciously adorable ass sticking up in air.

She'd been teasing him ever since he got home from work. Skipping around the house in that flouncy, lavender mini dress that she knew drove him crazy, and acting like a fucking burlesque dancer, giving him a little peek and then taking it away. She turned and gave him a big, innocent grin and then bounced past him, pointedly staying just out of arms reach. Fred chuckled at her antics. He could've easily leaned forward and grabbed her. But he was enjoying the show. And he was curious to see how far she'd push him.

"Come 'ere, baby," Fred patted his lap. "Cuddle with me for a minute."

"But I need to finish the dishes," she whined.

"Just use your wand, love."

"No," she stomped her foot. "You know how I love doing the dishes the muggle way."

Fred arched an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew as well as she did, how much she hated doing the dishes without magic.

"Baby girl, come here."

"I'm almost done. Just two more minutes," she flashed him a mischievous grin. "You can wait that long, can't you?"

The corners of Fred's mouth quirked up. "I'm counting." He looked down at his watch.

Less than two minutes later, Y/N pulled the plug from the sink and dried her hands. She turned and meandered toward him, swinging her hips in a way that sent a wave of desire down his spine. He smiled up at her, patting his lap again. But at the last second, she jumped out of his reach again with a giggle and ran down the hall.

That's it.

Fred chased after her, catching up in only a few steps, wrapping his arm around her wrist and pulling her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed. His eyes blazed down at her, and Y/N gulped hard. "When I tell you to do something," he growled, jerking her legs open and shoving her panties to the side before slamming three fingers deep into her wet cunt. "You fucking do it. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir," Y/N gasped, eyes wide, as he finger-fucked her.

"Good," he replied and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean. "It's a shame you had to act like a little brat today. I was looking forward to feeling your tight, little pussy pulse around me." He shrugged. "Oh well, I guess you'll just have to sit there and watch me get myself off. Fred unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it slowly.

"P-please, sir, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl." She begged.

Fred smirked, watching her desperate cunt twitch with every stroke of his cock. "Too late, baby," he groaned, picking up the pace. "I'd love to make you fill this good, but... "

"I'm so sorry," she continued pleading. "I won't do it again, sir."

"You said that the last time."

Y/N stuck her bottom lip out. "I mean it this time."

He tilted his head, thinking. "Ok, baby girl," he said finally. "Suck my cock good enough and I might change my mind."

Without hesitation, she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. Fred looked down at her and smiled affectionately, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Open wide," he said and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock past her lips until it hit the back of her throat making her gag a little. She repositioned herself and begins to bob up and down on his cock. Sometimes deep throating his entire length and other times focusing on the sensitive head.

"Fuck baby girl," he groans, fingers curling into her hair. "That feels incredible."

Y/N's pussy ached at the praise, but she didn't dare to touch herself, putting all her focus on sucking him dry. It doesn't take long before Fred's groans and grunts deepen and his balls to contract. She moved faster, knowing that any second now her mouth would be flooded with his cum. She felt his cock twitch. Almost there. Then, with a loud groan, he pushed her off. "Sir?" Y/N looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

"I want to cum in your cunt," he said, climbing onto the bed behind her and slamming his full length into her with one savage thrust. Y/N moaned, her needy pussy clenching hard around him as he pounded into her. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you," he growled her ear, hammering even deeper.

She shook her head, barely to form words. "Yes... " she gasped, and then he changed angles, hitting her g-spot dead on, taking her breath away as she clawed at the bedsheets willing herself not to cum.

"Oh fuck," Fred groaned. He was close, and by the way she was pulsing around him, he knew she was too. "Almost there, baby. You're doing so good." It only took a few more thrusts, and he felt his orgasm surging up through his cock. "Now, baby," he groaned. "Cum NOW!" He exploded inside her, and she screamed his name as she came, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

They both collapsed, and Fred pulled her onto his chest, even as they still worked to catch their breath. "You ok, love?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she smiled up at him. "Felt wonderful."

He kissed her forehead. "You were very naughty today. If it happens again, I might not be so lenient."

"Yes, my love," she snuggled closer to him, a small grin on her face, knowing damn good and well that he would be.

And so did he.

~•~

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke's On You 18

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.]

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All was fair in love and war. That was very much the motto that you and Fred lived by.

Even while the two of you met up everyday and did all the boyfriend-and-girlfriend things (in your own fashion) and even though the two of you still could not keep your hands off of each other, the entire time, a secret war was brewing.

After the next Hogsmeade trip, you spotted Fred, George, and Lee smuggling a niffler into the castle. You pretended not to notice the snout poking out of Lee’s jacket since Filch was standing next to you, waving his broom threateningly at anyone who seemed suspicious. And you never mentioned it to Fred, but you were waiting for the merest hint of a plan being put into action.

So, when Fred entered your room one afternoon with a jauntier walk than usual and a particular sparkle in his eye, you knew something was up. You acted as you usually would for the entire lunch break. (You stripped off your panties, wore your little heart plug, lay on your bed, and waited for Fred while doing your homework. When Fred came in, he immediately fell forward onto your bed and split your legs apart hungrily. You scoffed and pushed him away with your foot. When Fred whimpered, you playfully crossed your feet in the air as you continued to do your homework.)

Finally, Fred, slightly sullen as you wouldn’t let him have you (“I’ve got homework, Weasley,” you snapped) left ten minutes early (to “er – grab my bookbag,” which he’d apparently forgotten), you gave him a good-bye kiss, pretended to smile and wave, and closed the door after him. However, as soon as you heard his footsteps fade away, you dressed, hurried out, and stationed yourself in front of the Transfiguration classroom, which you thought was the most likely spot that Fred, George, and Lee would pass to come down from Gryffindor Tower to wherever they planned to go.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Five minutes later, Kenneth joined you. “Looking forward to Transfiguration today?”

“Mhm,” you said, while scanning the corridor like an eagle.

“You know, the Illusion Principles that we’re learning now form the basis of Human Transfiguration at N.E.W.T. level. Isn’t that interesting?”

“Oh, yes,” you agreed. “Simply fascinating.”

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you applied for the Wizengamot junior summer internship yet?”

You nodded brightly. “Yes, I submitted my application over winter break. So did David. We reach each other’s essays before we submitted them.”

“Well, I asked Penelope when she received her response last year, and she said it was around this time.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? So we might hear back very soon?”

Kenneth nodded. He hesitated, and then he asked, “So, you’ve still got your heart set on joining the Wizengamot?”

“Yes, of course.”

Just then, you caught sight of Fred, George, and Lee sneaking stealthily through the corridor. You squinted at them and you could just make out the niffler stuffed in George’s cloak.

“Weasley! In the name of the law! Stop right there!”

“What - ?” Kenneth said, taken back.

“Hold this!” You all but threw your bookbag to Kenneth before sprinting the entire length of the fifth-floor corridor to grabFred. You meant to grab the back of his cloak, but you missed and grabbed his hair instead.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. “Get off!”

“Professor McGonagall!” you hollered.

“Let go, you hellcat!” Fred shouted at you. “Now’s not the time!”

“No!” you shouted back. “Now is the time!”

You both wrestled furiously with each other.

“God damn it, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Fred growled. “And leggo of my hair!”

“No,” you stressed, huffing heavily. “And what are you up to, hm? Why aren’t you in class, where you should be?”

“I’m going to class, if you would LET GO OF MY HAIR!” Fred burst out.

Other students stopped to watch the two of you duke it out in the middle of the hallway. Meanwhile, Lee and George placed bets on whether you or Fred would win.

Recognizing that he wouldn’t get out of your clutches quite so easily, Fred yelled, “Boys, soldier down! Go on without me!” and he motioned furiously at George and Lee to take off.

George suddenly wrapped his arm around a bulge in the side of his cloak and he began to take off.

Bollocks, George is the one that has the evidence, you realized. He’s the one actually carrying the Niffler.

Struggling absurdly hard, you finally managed to sit on top of Fred and gather his wrists together and hold them down – at this, Fred paused. Lifting his eyebrow up at you, he said suggestively, “I know you get off on riding me, but do you really wanna show all of these people how much you like me?”

You scowled at him. However, using Fred’s moment of distraction, you managed to pull your wand out of your cloak and point it at George. “Iterdum!”

“Oof!” Hit by your Trip Jinx, George fell over. To his credit, he managed to roll over so that the Niffler wouldn’t get squashed.

“Oi!” Lee cried out. “Toss him to me!”

You leapt to your feet, but Fred managed to hook his leg around yours and bring you back down to the ground.  

This time, it was you who growled, “You let go of me this instant!” “Not a chance, you stupid prefect!”

You saw Fred’s gaze wander up to your hair – You gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Fred grinned. He reached out and grabbed a handful of your hair.

“No!” you growled.

Fred laughed, mussing up your hair as much as possible while sitting on top of you.

“You’re not even grabbing my hair! You’re just messing it up!” you said indignantly.

“So? Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, huh?” Fred said gleefully. He stuck both in his hands in your hair and roughly shook his hands.

“Aargh, no! You – You infantile pillock!” you burst out.

Fred smirked down at you, and he said, without an ounce of sincerity, "Oops."

Grabbing Fred’s hands, you seriously grappled with him. Fred’s laugh faded away, and his brow furrowed as he slipped back into focus, trying to keep you under him.

“Fred, I said let go! This is obstruction of justice!”

“You’re an obstruction of justice!”

“Grrr…!” Managing to slip your hand through Fred’s grasp, you lifted yourself as much as possible and latched onto the front of Fred’s hair again.

“You – Ow! Not the hair again! Godric,do you want a bald boyfriend?”

With one hand still tightly gripping Fred’s hair, you lifted your other hand, in which you were still holding your wand, and shouted out, “Accio Niffler!”

Everybody gasped as they saw the poor little niffler get yanked out of George’s cloak with an invisible hand and then go flying pell-mell through the air towards you –

“Damn  it, no!” George shouted. “Don’t let her get it!”

Lee made a grab for the niffler, but he missed. The niffler came flying towards you. You stretched out both your arms to catch it – when Fred tackled you down entirely onto the floor. You found yourself pinned to the floor, with Fred on top of you – and then the niffler landed on top of Fred’s head. The niffler, startled, gripped onto Fred’s hair as hard as it could with its small paws.

Surprised, Fred yelled, “What the - ? Geroff me!”

Just then, Kenneth stepped in and grabbed the niffler out of harm’s way -

“BOYS!”

It was McGonagall. With a sigh of relief, you got up. As you did, you nearly stepped on Fred’s hair. You hastily put your foot down on the edge of Fred’s jacket instead.

Fred said irritably, “Could you please not trample all over me?”

Dusting yourself off neatly while leaving a firm footprint on Fred’s jacket, you replied smartly, “Well, it’s hard when your head is so big.”

Fred glowered at you.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall began to tell the boys off.

Out of the corner of his mouth, Fred muttered, “You’re such a prat.”

You merely clasped your hands behind your back and stood proudly beside McGonagall, as she said angrily, “Fred and George Weasley, the pair of you! And Lee Jordan, I thought I told you to…” As McGonagall admonished the boys, you nodded at all of her good points and even shook her head at the boys when she did. All this time, your chest was puffed out in pride and there was a brilliant glimmer of victory in your eyes.

As McGonagall shepherded the boys into her office to hand out detentions, Fred gave you a massive stink-eye and the finger. In return, you gave him the sweetest, most kittenish smile ever before you went flouncing off to Kenneth’s side to pet the cute niffler.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Five minutes later, Fred came out of McGonagall’s office, only to find you telling off a second year for flying a Fanged Frisbee in the hallway. You were holding a stern finger up as you said seriously, “You could really hurt someone, you know, or damage a painting.”

Fred rolled his eyes. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Then, he said to the second year, “Go on, get out of here.”

“Wait – what? No, come back!” you shouted, but Fred had you all wrapped up in his arms, and you found that you couldn’t move an inch.

The second year scurried away, and you called after him, “You better be heading to class! And you make sure to turn that Fanged Frisbee in!”

Pushing his head forward onto your shoulder, Fred whispered, “If you’re done being a uselessly intense vigilante, how about we go back to yours, hm?”

“Go back to mine? For what?”

“You know for what.”

“I certainly do not.”

“Well, how about a little continuance of what you started when you tackled me onto the floor? You know, when you were sitting on top of me, and I was between your legs. Or else, when I was sitting on top of you, and you were between my legs. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m not picky.”

You finally squirmed out of his hug. Turning around, you said stolidly, “Excuse me. I did not become a prefect and get my own room to fuel your debauchery, Fred Weasley.”

Fred gently pushed you back against the wall. Then, he lifted his hand and put it up on the wall, trapping you inside of his stature again. In a low voice, he said suggestively, “Debauchery? That’s what you call our love-making?”

Scoffing, you ducked out from under his arm and began walking away. As you did, you muttered, “It’s hardly love-making.”

“Oi, you come back here,” Fred called.

When you ignored him, Fred suddenly galloped forward in a most giraffe-like manner. He caught you by the arm, but you shook him off and said, “We have class, Weasley.”

“And then detention,” said Fred.

“You have detention,” you corrected him. “I would never.”

“Except you do.” Fred grabbed your arm again and twirled you around. He held up a piece of parchment and said, “McGonagall assigned me detention with you.”

At this, you lit up. Excitedly, you said, “Really?” You snatched the parchment out of Fred’s hand and read it. Sure enough, McGonagall had filled out a detention form and given Fred detention under your supervision that evening.

“Oh,” you murmured happily, clutching the piece of parchment to your chest, “this is perfect.”

“Yeah,” Fred said. “I was thinking you could just sign it now, and I could use the evening to steal back the niffler.”

You neatly folded the piece of parchment up and slid it into your pocket. “Mm,” you said lightly, “I don’t think so, Fred. After all, you do deserve this detention.” You reached up and softly brushed at your footprint on Fred’s collar. “You know that, don’t you? And even though it gets rid of my evening, too, I’ll do it. Because I’ve got a vested interest in making sure my boyfriend turns into an upstanding citizen.”

Fred wrinkled his nose and shook his head at you. “An upstanding citizen? That’s your criteria for a boyfriend? Sheesh, you’ve got problems.”

You merely smiled at Fred, so that your eyes turned into pleased little crescents. “See you tonight.” With that, you turned away from him and entered the Transfiguration classroom, where you took your usual seat next to Kenneth.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

After classes and just before dinner, Fred came into the spare classroom for detention –

“Late.” You glared at him. “I can’t believe you’re late.”

Fred shrugged. Leaning against the doorway, he said briskly, “All right, I’ve showed up. Sign the form now, and let’s be on our way. I’m starving.”

In reply, you pointed to a small tin bucket and a plastic knife.

Fred frowned as he peered at the items. “What are those?”

“I seem to remember your mum telling me that you and George try to use magic for everything and that you boys don’t understand the value of doing things slowly and methodically - ”

“I’m never letting you meet my mum again,” Fred grumbled.

“- to build character,” you finished. “So, here’s what you’re going to do, Weasley. You’re going to scrape all the gum off of the desks by hand.”

Fred blinked. “What?”

You rapped the desk smartly with your wand. “Get to it. I want all of these decks spotless or else, no signature for you.”

Fred scoffed. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“It’s stupid. It’s a total waste of time. It’s useless, too, when you can vanish it all by magic.”

“Tsk,” you tutted. “You’re missing the point.”

“And it’s disgusting,” Fred said loudly. “It’s other people’s gum. They spat it out of their mouths, for Merlin’s sake.”

“If you use the knife correctly, you won’t have to touch the gum,” you pointed out.

“And it’ll hurt my knees. I’m not good on my knees - ”

“Now, now, Fred,” you said knowingly, with a sparkle in your eye, “now’s not the time for false modesty.”

Annoyed, Fred crossed his arms and said resolutely, “I’m not doing this, so you better come up with something else.”

You crossed your arms right back at him. “If you don’t, I won’t sign the form, and you’ll simply be assigned another detention with me. And guess what I’ll ask you to do?”

Fred’s eyes turned into narrow slits as he glared at you. “You wouldn’t.”

You leaned back against the desk and crossed your legs. “Try me.”

Fred growled. “You’ve got a real problem with authority, you know that?”

“Oh, I do,” you said, pleased. “But for some reason, the same stupid, lanky-looking - ”

“ – Hey - ”

“moron keeps wandering under my control.” You cocked your head at him. “Why is that, do you think? Why does he keep coming back?”

Fred said nothing, merely kept glaring at you. A muscle was jumping in his jaw.

You smiled at him. But Fred knew that your smile right now was a challenge.  

Fred remained totally still, except for the fire blazing in his eyes.

You, too - even though you had a seemingly pleasant smile on your face, there was an equally intense fire glimmering in your eyes. 

You both faced off, neither of you willing to back down.

Then, all of a sudden – slam! – Fred used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. He strode forward and rather roughly grabbed you by your waist. “Fred!” you cried out. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled. “You’re coming with me.”

Fred quickly dragged you into the tall wardrobe cabinet in the corner of the classroom.

“Ugh,” you complained. “It’s all dusty in here!”

Fred closed the wardrobe door, accidentally pushing you against the shelves a little.

“Ah! Don’t push me like that!” you scolded him, annoyed. “My shirt, I ironed it this morning and it’s going to get all - !”

Fred abruptly grabbed you and kissed you hard enough that you leaned backwards and Fred had to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from falling. Breathless, you unwittingly let out a soft moan as you melted his arms.

“I said to shut up,” Fred growled at you.

You only moaned again, louder, as Fred attacked your neck with kisses.

“Fine, but you know, it is love making when you moan like that,” Fred whispered huskily. He squeezed you in his arms.  “As for your stupid, clean, ironed shirt – Well, you just gave me an idea as to how to make you pay for today, you little hellcat.” His hands slipped down, grabbed onto the front of your shirt and – Rip! Pop, pop, pop!

You gasped as all of your buttons came off as Fred ripped open the front of your shirt. “Fred! My – My shirt! My buttons!” You started to get angry, but before the anger could really settle in, Fred had kissed you again. You made to claw at him, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it down against the wall behind you. You let out a muffled curse word, but Fred merely grinned into your kiss. He pushed his thigh between your legs – making you moan again – and then it was too late, too wonderfully late, for you’d fallen into his warmth, and you knew that the only way to make your anger known was to give him a hell of a scratching on his back and shoulders as he made sweet, sweet love to you in that tiny, dusty broom cupboard.

Still, even if you couldn’t focus enough to give him your anger, you did manage to communicate your irritation. As Fred kissed you and rubbed your pussy through your panties, while you pushed your hands into his pants and briefs and grasped his cock in your hand, you managed to tell him off. “Y-You’re s’psed to be scraping gum off the d-desks – ah!”

“Mm, I’ve a better use for my hands and knees,” Fred whispered, while pressing his mouth hotly against your neck.

“Like what? Ripping off my clothes like some brute?” You muttered grumpily, “First, my bra – ah, yes, there, Fred, harder – now my shirt, you’re just – ah, ah! – t-terrible. No respect, I tell you. I’ve got a problem with authority? Hmpfh. You’ve got a – ah! – a p-problem with authority, mister.”

“What the hell are you on about now?” Fred growled at you, while he peppered your throat with rough kisses and sucks. 

“Ripping my n-nice clothes like that, without a s-second thought,” you replied, trying to keep your voice adamant as you complained, even as you were panting heavily because Fred was rubbing your clit so, so well. “You’ve got n-no patience, so you don’t know how to – mmm – enjoy the f-finer things in l-life.”

“Well, I said I liked you better naked,” Fred grunted. “It was a compliment, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about – uhn!” He groaned just then, however, as you fisted his cock fervently.

“Tch. I spent a ton of money on that lingerie, I’ll have you know,” you muttered. “And to have it a-all ripped open like t-that – ah – without you even appreciating it f-fully. Do you know how b-bad you made me feel? One second I was – ah, ah – feeling all cute in my little lingerie, and the next second, I was just suddenly all bare. S-Stripped of my cuteness, stripped of my fun. How would you like that, huh, Fred? Ah...!”

Fred pressed his fingers against your pussyhole and rubbed your panties against you as he pressed, “I said I liked you better than the lingerie. Isn’t that better? I told you that you were beautiful.”

“Saying pretty words doesn’t cover up the fact that you ignored my efforts – mm, yes, Fred – and t-treated my gift for you s-so disrespectfully.”

“Disrespectful? I said you were beautiful -uhhhn,” Fred moaned, closing his eyes as you yanked his pants down to be able to pump your hand up and down on his cock better. 

“You didn’t even enjoy it,” you whispered beratingly, as you fell onto your knees. “I thought you’d want to lavish me with kisses and shower me with affection because of how I’d dressed up for you. But no. After I went through all that trouble, all you did was rip it off - ”

“- That was me enjoying it - ”

You looked up at Fred as you positioned yourself before his cock. “Like you’re a selfish, stupid boy.”

“That bra was – It was in the way of nicer things,” Fred huffed out. He then reached out with both of his hands and cupped the air, rather rudely explaining what those ‘nicer things’ were to him.

Your eyes narrowed. “Fred, when will you learn?” You slapped his thigh, and he suddenly jolted. Looking up at him and resting your chin on his hip, you whispered, “It’s not about fucking, it’s about the lead-up. It’s about the power and the anticipation. It’s about the feeling of sex dripping off of everything before we even touch each other. The feeling of taking off a woman’s lingerie slowly, or watching the thin fabric slip down her body, and maybe even catch a little here and there – perhaps on her nipples, or on her hips…? I mean, can you imagine that?”

Fred swallowed. “Uh… I – Yeah, I can, I s’pse.” He paused, however, before he said, “But I’d much rather enjoy the tits - ”

You cut him off. “- And I gave you the opportunity to experience that wonderful feeling of sensuality, which is what gives sexuality its body.”

Fred scrunched his nose at you. “What body?”

You ignored his question and asked him instead, while poking him in his thigh, “And what did you do?”

Fred reached down and slapped away your hand.

But you plowed on and answered for him, “That’s right. You ripped it all off in less than a second and threw it away like it was a piece of garbage.”

Fred stuck to his argument, though his voice became slightly sullen. “I… I said you were beautiful.”

“That’s true,” you relented. “I’ll give you a point for that, I suppose.” You lowered your head and began to slowly lick at his cock with your tongue, while you murmured softly, “But still, think about it and tell me. Ripping off a woman’s lingerie like that, without enjoying it, without appreciating her - is that something a man would do or a boy would do? Hm?”

Fred was slowly turning pink – whether because he was embarrassed because of what you were saying or because of the pleasure he felt at having you on his knees, before him, and licking so sweetly at his cock, even he wasn’t sure.

You sighed once more, and Fred felt your warm breath pass sweetly over his cock. He gulped again. But all you said was, “Consider my position. I mean, what am I supposed to do, hm? How can I please my boyfriend when he’s so impatient? And when I try to come up with ways to teach you patience, you ignore them all, and instead drag me into dusty wardrobes to make love to me. As if all you wanted was to fuck me.” You started to lower your head again, and Fred held his breath – but then you paused and looked up at him. "But you would never be so crude, would you, Fred?"

Fred blinked. "What?"

You were holding your hair neatly to the side with one hand, and you looked up at Fred from beneath your lashes as you suddenly whispered, as if a realization had just struck you, “Do you want me to just be a hole for you, Fred? Is that what you want? As soon as you walk into my room, I’m there, waiting for you, all undressed, completely bare, no lingerie, no nothing, legs spread, pussy wet, plug in, touching myself, maybe even moaning your name, and as soon as I see you there, I would beg for you. I would cry out, ‘Oh, Fred, I need you inside me! Please, sir, please, I’m just a hole. I’m just your hole. Take me, please, I’m yours.’ Hmm?”

You weren’t even doing anything to Fred, but Fred was suddenly panting as though he’d run a marathon. His thighs were trembling slightly, and his cock had become quite hard in your hand. You noticed the way his shoulders were rising and falling quite tensely,  and how he was biting down on his lower lip hard.

You barely checked your wicked little smile as you carried on. “Because a man wouldn’t want that. Oh no, he would want his woman to be just as strong and controlling as him. He wouldn’t simply want a hole, would he? No, no. Because he would know how to appreciate his woman. Only boys would be turned on by the idea of his girl waiting for him on her bed, out of her mind with want and need to be filled by her cute little boyfriend, as if all she could think about all day was her boyfriend’s handsome, hard cock - ”

You suddenly stroked Fred’s cock with your hand, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You had to duck your head for a second to hide the tiny laugh that escaped you at his reaction.

But Fred had heard you. He fell back against the wall behind him, with his head lolling slightly against the wall, and he mumbled out desperately, while his cheeks turned pink, “Stop, you’re making me all – all confused.”

“Oh, Fred,” you whispered sweetly. Nearly purring, you shuffled closer to Fred and hugged his waist and kissed his stomach. “You thought you were dragging me into this wardrobe to have your way with me, but there's nowhere you can take me where you'll end up in control. I will always be in control. You know that by now, don't you?"

Fred moaned out, while shifting against the wall and thrusting his hips slightly but aimlessly, as he was looking for your sweet little mouth to fuck, “No, I am in c-control - uhn - Only I can’t t-think and – and – baby, I need you, I need you, I fucking need you - ” He suddenly reached down, grasped your hair at the back tightly, and -

“Mmpfh!” You let out a startled, muffled cry as Fred abruptly pushed you down onto his cock. You felt your lips spread open as his cock thrust through into your mouth. You gasped in surprise, as you suddenly found your mouth crammed full of Fred’s hard, thick cock.

“Mmmm!” You moaned loudly, and Fred groaned as he felt the vibrations from your sweet mouth run up and down his cock.

“Oh, Merlin,” Fred breathed out harshly. He slid both of his hands into your hair and tangled his fingers with his locks. He pushed and pulled at your head, jerking you back and forth, pushing his cock repeatedly into your perfect little mouth. You let out muffled gasps as you took his cock.

Fred groaned loudly, “Baby, fuck!” – when you suddenly pushed Fred back. He fell back against the wall with a thump.

“Fred Weasley!” you growled. “What are you doing to my hair? You’ve been pulling at it all day!” You reached back and patted the back of your hair down.

“No, no,” Fred wheeled, while reaching for you to draw you back in, “it looks good a little messy, I swear.”

You shook your head, disagreeing entirely with him.

“No, really,” Fred croaked out hoarsely. “When your hair’s all – all messed-up like that, you look – you look… just swell.”

You nearly laughed at this outdated phrase. However, you held in your giggle and instead said seriously, “Fred, do you really think I’m swell?”

Fred nodded vigorously.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not just saying that because you’re absolutely desperate to have your cock in my mouth?”

Fred started to nod – then he paused, and began to shake his head – only to pause again and stop, confused.

You openly laughed.

Fred looked down at you. He meant to glare at you, but he only looked betrayed and defeated.

You debated in your head for a second, but Fred’s sweet little puppy expression was too much for you to handle. You sighed. “Oh well… Fine, I guess you can mess up my hair. It's not the first time now, is it?"

Fred reached out at once, but you grabbed his wrists and stared up at him sternly as you stated sternly, “Be nice. And you have to buy me a pretty hair accessory after this."

Fred nodded furiously, clearly not carrying about any future conditions, as long as he got to touch you as he wanted now. He immediately and roughly grasped at your hair again and he pushed his hips forward. You opened your mouth obediently, if not wantingly, and – “Mm!” You let Fred dictate the pace for a little longer, but soon, you were much greedier. You suddenly slipped away – Fred let out a confused sound, for he had closed his eyes to take in the utterly perfect feeling of your mouth on his cock – and you crawled forward quickly on your hands and knees. Then, putting your hands up on the wall on either side of Fred’s hips, you pushed yourself onto his cock even more fervently, gagging on purpose as you took in as much of Fred’s thick, handsome cock as you could into your mouth.

“Mmmphf!” you moaned happily. “Mm, mm, mmm!”

Fred gasped loudly. “Nngh! F-Fuck!” He started breathing quite hard, with his chest rising and falling and filling out his shirt entirely. He barely managed to look down and watch with blurry eyes as your head went up and down on his cock. Godric, she feels so good, taking me like that. What a fucking good girl. Uhnn!!! Fred moaned in his mind.

Gradually, your hands went from the wall to his hips and then back onto his cock, until your hands followed your mouth, and while your mouth was warm and wet on his cock, your hands were twisting and squeezing and going up and down –

“E-Enough! Fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum,” Fred groaned, and he half-heartedly pushed you away from him.

You fell back on the floor, with a soft, indignant, “ah!”

Fred wondered if you were about to scold him for pushing you off like that, but all you did was smirk and say knowingly, “Trying to save your pride this time, Mr. Three Minutes?”

At this, Fred turned tomato red.

You burst out laughing. “See?” you said, pointing gleefully at him. “You can’t even deny it, can? Oh, poor Freddie – Ah! Fred!” You gasped as Fred suddenly came over, grabbed your arm, and yanked you up. He hurriedly pushed you up against the door. Then, he bit at your neck roughly as he growled, “I’ve had enough of you yapping away.”

Oh… Your eyes widened, and you felt your thighs shiver when you heard his deep, genuine growl. Still, you made your point known, as you protested, “I’m only saying what’s true!”

“Yeah, but it’s you who made me that way,” Fred huffed out. “It’s you who drives me fucking crazy. It’s you who… who…” His voice faded away as he abruptly realized that he was confessing to you.

Meanwhile, you had turned your head and were staring back at him with wide, curious eyes.

Fred blinked. What did I just say?

“Fred,” you whispered. “Is that the truth? Are you telling the truth?”

“I – No – Well - ” Defensive, Fred blurted out, “You know, instead of telling me off for thinking about pranks and pussy, maybe you should think more about boys and - ” Fred leaned forward and bit your ear, making you squirm against the door “ – mischief.”

“What does that even mean?” you said, annoyed. “That’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Well, no, that’s the dumbest thing anyone’s ever said ever.”

Meanwhile, Fred fumbled with the back of your skirt and thrust his hand into your panties, checking that you were still wet.

“Soaked,” he confirmed. “Fucking soaked through. You were just having fun with me, weren’t you? Tch.”

A small smile escaped you and you whispered, rather victoriously, “Well, shouldn’t I?”

Fred growled. At the same time, he impatiently pushed your skirt out of the way, tugged aside your panties, and pushed his aching cock into your tight little hole.

“Ah!” Your hands shot to the spot on the door directly in front of you. Pushing against that little spot, you arched your back, until your head fell back against Fred’s shoulder. Your sweet mouth was now open, letting out your arching cry as Fred finally stuffed you full in your wet cunt.

Fred growled into your ear, “You stupid prefect, it means you should think about me.” He reached over and yanked at your hair. “And only me. No more rules, no more expectations, no more acting stupidly ‘proper’ – just think about me, baby – taking you, being inside of you, making love to you. And think about the better course is to join me and help me with my pranks and to let loose your mischievous side, hm? I know how naughty you are, you little devil. I fucking know - ” he pushed into you so hard that your tummy and hips met the door for a moment, and you moaned lowly and shuddered against the door – “what a mischievous little minx you are. I mean, just fucking your little pussy and feeling how tightly you squeeze around me, like such a slut – I can tell you’re all bad inside.”

“Ah…” you breathed out as you felt your head being tugged back. “F-Fred… I do think about you…”

“Do you?” Fred whispered, softening slightly.

You smirked and finished, “…and how I’ll sabotage your next prank.”

Fred said, through gritted teeth, as he felt your pussy squeezing all over his cock, “Damn you. You just couldn’t let go today, could you? Huh? D’you know how long it took to get that niffler into the castle without Hagrid and Filch finding out?”

You whispered back, “No one told you to waste your time like – ah - that.” You closed your eyes and hummed, “Mmm… Yes, like that,” as you felt Fred’s cock sinking roughly into your pussy. You suddenly lifted your hips and bounced yourself lightly against Fred, clearly enjoying very much the position he’d put you in. 

Fred sighed, both quite annoyed and yet endlessly pleased that you’d gone straight from berating him to voicing your pleasure at his being inside of you.

Only a second later, you reached back and impatiently tapped on Fred’s thigh. “Move.”

Irritated, Fred pushed back, “I’m trying to be nice to you. Let you adjust.”

“Don’t need it,” you said at once. “Move.” You wiggled your hips impatiently. “I said move.”

“Merlin, you’re bossy,” Fred said, annoyed. “Fine. You asked for it, now.” Grabbing your hips tightly, Fred thrust.

“A-Ah! Ah! F-Fred!” A burst of warmth blossomed deep in your tummy. Your eyes widened, and for a long moment, your toes curled in your sneakers.

Oh Godric, you moaned in your head. ‘S so deep, nngh…!

Fred groaned heavily and fell forward, pushing you up against the shelves. Unable to think straight, he leaned down and bit you hard on your shoulder.

“O-Ow, uhn, F-Fred, baby,” you muttered, feeling his teeth against your skin and also feeling your breasts and tummy sink into the wooden shelves.

“Uhn, fuck,” Fred breathed out. His hands fumbled all over your hips for a moment, before he managed to find your hands. Grasping your hands in his, he made you put your hands up on the shelves. Then, pinning you down like that, with his chest pressed snug against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder, Fred whispered, “You may have won the battle today, but I’ll win the war.”

Your breath caught – but you fought past it and whispered back, “I’ll never let you, Mr. Three Minutes.”

Fred slammed into you then and you cried out blissfully – “Ah!” and lost all sense of thought after that.

You vaguely remembered that when you started to cum, Fred disappeared from behind you. You let out a displeased cry, wanting him back at once and needing him to press his wonderfully warm body up against yours again. But then, you gasped as you realized that Fred had fallen to his knees and was now greedily pulling you to him. You grabbed at the shelves before you with your hands, but your feet had already slid back. Fred moaned loudly before he buried his face between your legs to lap up every bit of your cum, dripping sweetly from your flushed little pussy – and then to make you cum more.

You let out a long, low moan as you felt Fred’s tongue push greedily at your pussyhole – and then slip in. “Fred!” you breathed out loudly.

A muffled cry escaped Fred, as he was too busy tasting you and fucking you with his tongue to give much of a coherent reply.

When you came again, Fred pressed his face against you so deeply that he pushed your entire body forward, and you felt yourself sliding into the shelves.

“Fred!” you complained, but he wrapped his arms around both of your thighs and kept your anchored there.

At some point, Fred had gotten quite good at eating you out. In fact, he’d gotten much better at it than you would care to admit, and you suddenly found yourself at high risk for becoming the mindless, pathetic, whimpering puddle that you often teased Fred for becoming.

But I’m not Fred, you reminded yourself fiercely. I’m not as easily distracted, and I know how to hold onto my power and my dignity – ah! Ah, ah, ah!

You bit down hard on your lower lip to contain the feverish, wanton cries that were threatening to burst out of you as Fred, with his head buried between your legs, busily licked, kissed, sucked, and tongued your cunt to heaven. 

Ohhh… you moaned in your head. I-I’m close – ah! – I’m so close… Ahhh…!

You tried to cum quietly, pressing your fist against your mouth, but it was difficult. Fred was treating you so good, like a proper queen, and whenever you came, instead of thinking it was over, Fred only seemed to be spurred on more, as he was determined to lap up every drop of your sweet cum. And whenever you pulled away be so much as an inch, to try to prolong the moment before cumming, Fred dragged you right back, sometimes pulling just your hips forward, but when you resisted at all, he pulled your entire body forward, shifting you, and he didn’t even seem to notice.

“Fred – This isn’t – I wanna – Let’s find a – a proper b-bed,” you moaned loudly, as fifteen minutes later, your elbows were rubbed raw as you kept shifting back and forth against the shelf that you were leaning over.

“Nuh,” was all Fred said, before he put his mouth back onto your pussy and at the same time, reached up to rub your clit with his slender, handsome fingers.

You cried out loudly – and your cries echoed slightly in that tiny, enclosed space. Your legs trembled all over and then, after a while, your feet began to slip over the stone floor because of how much you were shaking. 

At one point, when you came, your legs buckled and your thighs bowed together. Fred had to shift back for a moment, and he whined as he realized he wouldn’t be able to have you cum on his mouth this time. But all you said was, “Shush, puppy, this is your fault, so you – you have to – to wait,” and he waited patiently for you to find your strength and open up your legs for him again.

As soon as you managed to split apart your shaking thighs away, Fred pushed his face back between your thighs. “Mine, mine, mine,” Fred growled, while biting and kissing you all over your thighs and tonguing your pussy roughly. “Mm, yes. You’re so pretty, baby. All wet and shaking…” He let out a furious, deep growl as he buried his head between your legs.

You let out a choked whimper and bowed your head to huff out heavy breaths.

And then, finally, when you were dizzy and blurry and shuddering from cumming so much, Fred stood up, grabbed your hips, and pushed his aching cock back into your aching hole – and you both gasped desperately, so terribly and wonderfully overwhelmed by how sensitive you’d made each other and how fucking much you still wanted each other.

“Nnghhh…” you bleated out tiredly.

“Baby - ” Fred began worriedly. His own voice was hoarse, as he started to say, “If you want to st - ”

But you snapped back at him, “D-Don’t you dare stop. I s-swear to Merlin, if you stop now, I will kill you, Fred Weasley.”

That was, of course, exactly what Fred wanted to hear. So, he thrust right back into you, ignoring his own burning muscles – and you moaned appropriately, taking into your pussy as much of Fred’s hard, needy cock as you possibly could. And you loved it, you fucking loved it, because it felt so good, yes, but also because it was Fred, and in your heart of hearts, you wanted and needed Fred to be as close to you as he could possibly be. 

“F-Fred,” you huffed out.

“What?”

“D-D’you think it’s n-normal for two people to – ah – w-want each other so much?” you wondered aloud, even as you felt Fred’s cock pounding into you from behind and you knew you wanted more. “And a-all the time, too?”

Fred merely replied, in total honesty, “D-Don’t care, baby, I want you,” and kept going.

“But I r-really meant to give you d-detention tonight,” you stuttered out.

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?” Fred whispered hoarsely.

You shook your head.

“You didn’t mean to end up in a dusty wardrobe, with your neat shirt all ripped open, your thighs drenched with cum, and your little pussy getting fucked so hard it definitely belongs to me, your boyfriend?” Fred panted out, as he rutted into you.

You shook your head harder. "No, I even got up - ah - early to i-iron my shirt. It wasn't - I didn't think you'd r-ruin it like t-that."

"Well, you should have thought ahead, shouldn't you?" Fred said, rather meanly. "You know what happens to dictators and devils, don't you? They fall. They get their comeuppance."

"But I'm - I'm an angel," you murmured back.

"Mm, I don't think so," Fred said knowingly. "With the way your pussy gets all tight for me - no, I wouldn't ever call you an angel." He leaned over and bit your ear softly. He whispered lowly into your ear, "Hellcat" - and then he thrust into you.

"Ah!" you gasped.

"Bend over more on the shelf," Fred told you. He pushed his hands down against the arch of your back and said impatiently, "C'mon."

"Don't push, Fred," you said irritably. But even as you told him off, you dutifully leaned over, until you were nearly pressing your cheek against the shelf. In so doing, you naturally pushed your hips and pussy out slightly more.

Fred quickly grabbed your hips again and he pushed himself back into you. He groaned loudly as he felt his cock burrow deeper inside of you than before. Fuck, she's tight... Mm, she takes me so well, my girl, he moaned in his head. All tight and wet. And I'm gonna cum in her. Gonna fill her up with me. Yes... Yes, yes, yes!

Oh - oh - ohhh! Godric, he's so deep in me! you gasped in your head. A series of desperate moans fell from your lips, “Uhn… Uh… Uhn!”

Fred was now hitting you deeper and deeper, and he quickly lost himself in the utter ecstasy of pounding your sweet, warm, and tight pussy. He was holding your hips so tightly and, having pressed you up against the shelves, you had no place to go, and when Fred glanced down to see his broad hands covering your shapely hips and your shoulders shivering all over as you made every effort to hold yourself together as Fred fucked your cunt, it made his head spin with how much he wanted you.

Fred praised you breathlessly, “Mm, baby, has anyone ever told you that you look fucking perfect, taking my cock so well?”

To which you replied, irritatingly rationally, “N-No, why would anyone e-ever say that to – ah – me?”

“Well,” Fred scoffed, “they should.” And he proceeded to snap his hips forward, slamming his cock inside of you.

“Ahhh!” You moaned and arched your back – and Fred fell in love with you all over again, thinking that you looked absolutely stunning like that.

“There you go,” Fred whispered lowly. He ran his hands appreciatively all over you as he fucked you, and both of your cries became more and more hoarse and needy until –

“Uhn!”

“Mmmmm!”

Fred kissed you messily all over the back of your shoulders as he came inside of you, and you, still leaning forward onto the shelves, took it all like a champ – letting Fred lean on top of you and kiss you and at the same time, taking in every bit of his hot, white cum in your tired little pussy.

Then, Fred whispered, “Sign the form, baby. After all, you have made me work tonight. On my knees and everything…”

“W-What…?” you mumbled tiredly. Your entire body felt feverish, and your pussy was still pulsing, and you could feel Fred’s cum inside of you, filling you right up.

“Here.” You felt Fred push something into your hand. The next second, Fred pressed into you slightly, with his chest against your back, and his hand wrapped warmly around yours. You felt your hand move… You blinked your eyes open tiredly and looked to see that Fred was guiding you to sign your name on the detention form, confirming that he’d finished his detention duties.

Oh… No… you thought. I meant to hold onto this for much longer… It was my ‘call Fred in for the evening’ ticket. I didn’t want to let go of it so soon.

“Fred,” you bleated out. Only – snatch! Fred grabbed the paper out from under your hand and he stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

“Thanks, love,” he whispered. “But I’ll leave you a little ‘thank you’ gift in your pocket, all right? Open it when you can.”

“Hm?” As the buzzing slowly faded from your blushing body, you realized that Fred was fixing your clothes for you. As you watched, he took something out of his own jacket pocket and put it in yours.

Fred came over to you and helped you put on your shirt and jacket. When he helped you button up your shirt, you looked up at him. You weren’t sure what kind-of gaze you gave him, but Fred paused, leaned down, and kissed you again.

It was a long kiss, and surprisingly soft. You found yourself quite surprised at how Fred was suddenly taking his time with you, lavishing your mouth with soft, sweet kisses. His hands were at your waist, but he was holding you quite lightly. You could feel his palms grazing across your waist through your shirt… You slowly wrapped your arms around Fred’s shoulders and tilted your head slightly. Fred followed you well, still only kissing you gently, but pressing his lips to yours for a long, long time. At some point, the two of you began to breathe together, taking in air at the same time while keeping your mouths pressed together in a rather dreamy fashion.  

Wow… Your head spun a little, not with how intense it was, but how intimate it was. You felt yourself getting dizzy all over again. Oh, but why…? What’s going on? Startled, your heart suddenly skipped a beat. You quickly stepped away from Fred, breaking the kiss.

Fred stood there, breathing quite heavily. He was thinking the same thing as you were: What the hell was that?

Um, it must just be the aftermath of such intense sex, you told yourself, as you quickly got dressed. But even then, you knew that that wasn’t true.

You quietly patted down your hair. “Should we – ahem – Should we go back?” you asked, trying to sound like your normal self.

“Yeah…” Fred’s voice was soft. His normally playful tone of voice had melted into a strangely patient tone. And even his tall, lanky stature seemed less arrogant, and rather quieter and more centered.

He suddenly seems... dependable. Like someone I can rely on, someone I can imagine being by my side, through thick and thin, for the rest of my – You swallowed hard, and you cut off your thoughts. No, what am I saying to myself? Godric, I can’t – I can’t seem to think straight.

All of a sudden, you blurted out (even though Fred wasn’t actually standing that close to you and wasn’t moving towards you in the slightest), “That’s enough, Fred! No more. Don’t be so pathetic.”

Fred blinked. “Huh?”

You said adamantly, “You’ve got your detention form signed, so let’s – let’s get out of here!”

You wrenched open the wardrobe door and left first.

“Hey, wait, I’ll walk you back,” Fred called after you.

But just then, you stuck your hand into the wardrobe and held up your index finger. “No! You stay there and count to one hundred before you come out of there. And next time – gum!”

Fred’s nose crinkled in total confusion. However, you were already gone, and Fred had to stay there, in that dark, musty wardrobe, and wait until you were gone. He didn’t count to one hundred, but he did think about you and by the time he was done musing over your blushing face and strange personality, it was much longer than one hundred seconds.

Reckon it could easily be a whole lifetime, Fred thought, as he finally opened the wardrobe door and stepped back out. But then, a satisfied smirk passed over his face as he realized, Well, I don’t know what the hell that was at the end, but I did get what I wanted from that. Not only did I get her to sign off on my detention form without me scraping off gum, but I wonder when’s she going to notice the other little tricks I played on her… We’ll see. The normal bounce in his step had fully returned by the time Fred left the classroom. He immediately slipped into a secret passageway, intending to meet George and Lee to steal back the niffler.   

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You sat next to Kenneth at the dinner table.

Kenneth looked over at you. “Hello.”

You smiled pleasantly at him. “Hi, Ken.” You waited to see if he’d notice anything about you.

Kenneth only sipped his goblet of pumpkin juice.

You let out a quiet breath of relief.

But then, he said quietly, “You’re missing a button.”

You looked down – and sure enough, you could see a glimpse of your tummy due to a missing button. You quickly covered it with your hand.

“And your hair’s sticking up in the back.”

Ah! You dropped your plate and reached back over your shoulder. Fred yanked at it quite a bit today, didn’t he? you though, as you hurriedly patted down the back of your hair. He’s really bad at treating me nicely. Well, except for whatever that was at the end… When he fixed my clothes for me… And that soft kiss… Anyways.

You looked over at Kenneth and said, with a small smile, “Thanks.”

Kenneth shook his head and said something under his breath, but you didn’t quite catch it.

You started to ask him what he had said, when Kenneth held out a thick envelope to you. It was stamped with “Ministry of Magic – Official Invitation” on the front.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, Ken, it isn’t - ?”

Kenneth nodded. He held up a second, identical envelope. “Yes. I got mine, too. McGonagall left yours with me. She said you were busy supervising a detention and asked me to give – whoa!”

Kenneth started when you flung your arms around him and squeezed him in a hug. Then, you grabbed the envelope from his hand and eagerly ripped it open. “An interview! They want to interview us for possible Wizengamot internships!” You looked up at Kenneth and beamed. “We’ve got to do well! We can drill questions together and study the Wizengamot’s history, structure, and policies.”

A slow smile passed over Kenenth’s face. “Yeah,” he agreed, “that would be a smart thing to do. Let’s do that.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“It is kinda cute, isn’t it?” Lee was lying on the floor of his, Fred, and George’s dormitory, while dangling a piece of lettuce in front of the niffler they had managed to steal back. The niffler was decidedly uninterested. Instead, the niffler started sniffing at a small button on Fred’s desk. Fred, who was pulling out the draft order from for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes from his desk drawer, noticed.

“Oi, that isn’t yours. Paws off,” Fred muttered, shooing the niffler away.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too attached,” George cautioned. “You can’t keep it as a pet. Unless you come with Fred and me to start out shop in two months. What d’you say, Lee? You’ve helped us make all of our stuff, helped us test it, and helped us set up shop. Come with us, mate.”

At this, Lee groaned and turned over onto his back. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. My mum would kill me.”

“So? Our mum’s going to kill us and then dig us back up just to Avada Kedavra us again,” George said knowingly. “Join the club.”

Fred looked over the order form. They were nearly finished with figuring out all of the pricing again. But when he made to flip over the form, he realized that he’d also accidentally pulled out the copy of their lease agreement.

Lee was still speaking. Now having picked up the niffler and put him on his stomach, Lee complained, “Yeah, but you’ve got siblings who’ve already done good by your parents. Me, I’m all by myself, so if I don’t do things right, my parents think the world’s coming to an end and they blame themselves and, it’s just… ugh! - “

Just then, Fred interrupted, “Hey, George.”

“What?”

“This lease… It starts in two months.”

“Yeah.”

“But what if we start the lease without starting out physical store?” George paused. “What d’you mean? It’d be stupid not to use it as soon as we can. It’s too expensive to justify using it as only a storage place. And it’s not like we can rely on staff to run it when we haven’t set anything up ourselves. I mean, let’s face it, if we don’t do well, we won’t be able to afford staff beyond us two - ”

“- And me - ” Lee interjected.

“Yeah, but you’re not joining for another two years,” George said.

Lee sighed, and the niffler, who had been unable to find anything shiny in the boys’ dormitory, sighed with him.

George looked back at Fred. “Don’t you want to open our store? I mean, it’s all we’ve been waiting for for over a year. I thought you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, of course,” Fred replied. “I do want to get the hell out of here. And it’s the dream – to have our own store and actually start selling our products.”

George nodded. He came over and clapped a hand on Fred’s shoulder. “We’re so close, Fred. We’re really almost there.”

Fred grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oi, Lee,” George called.

“What?”

“Stop moping around and help finish up the prices,” George said.

Fred, who was holding the order form, tossed it at Lee.

Lee sat up, grumbling, “Don’t order me about, when I’m the only one who can manage to figure out the prices.”

Fred was now holding just the lease agreement. He stared at it, and his grin faded slightly. He slowly put down the agreement and his eyes flickered over to the drawer where he’d just put away your button.

Behind him, Lee murmured thoughtlessly, “Hm… punching telescope. How much went into making that?”

“Not much for the actual construction,” George replied. “Just crossed the blueprint of the mechanisms of a regular ol’ jack-in-the-box with the blueprint of the shell of a telescope, and there you have it.”

“How much for creating the permanent ink?” Lee asked. “I assume a lot because it’s a novelty - ”

“Nope,” Fred said lightly. “Didn’t cost a thing.”

“Really?” Lee said, surprised. “How come?”

“Because,” Fred replied, “I know someone really, really smart.”

“Did you pay this person?” Lee asked seriously.

Fred thought about it. “I deposited a bit of payment into her pocket today… But it was more of a ‘thank you’ gift than anything else.”

Lee shrugged. “Okay, then, moving on.”

Fred smiled slyly to himself. Yeah, it’s a ‘thank you gift’ all right. In truth, Fred was now secretly waiting for you to come to him, in what he hoped would be a heightened state of fury.

All’s fair in love and war. Putting his feet up on the desk, Fred whistled lowly as he thought affectionately, And with my little hellcat, I’ve somehow managed to find both.

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[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl - Part 20

WARNINGS: none

Throughout the day, even when they're not around, all you can think about are the twins. Memories of your most recent times spent with them cloud your mind. This is the first time you've ever struggled to focus in your classes and on your work. You really do try, but your thoughts always eventually drift off toward Fred and George.

While in his class, Snape notices that you are distracted. You startle when his voice sounds from right behind you.

"Miss y/l/n."

You slowly turn in your seat to face him with a smile. "Greetings, Professor," you chuckle gingerly. The corner of Snape's permanent frown twitches. You can't tell if he's amused or irritated.

"Staring at the cauldron isn't going to do you any good," he sniffs. A couple desks to your right, Malfoy snickers. Snape shoots him a glare, and Malfoy goes silent. Now you want to laugh, but control yourself as Snape turns to face you once again. "I want this potion finished by the end of class. I know you can do it."

You sigh quietly after Snape walks away. You make eye contact with Malfoy, who gives you a smug grin and nods at his own cauldron that has blue mist wafting out of it. He's halfway done with the potion. Though you haven't even started yours, you take it as a challenge and quickly get to work. Malfoy realizes what you're doing and also begins to rush, trying to be the one to finish first.

It isn't long before you easily beat Malfoy in the race, despite his head start on you. Before you can start celebrating, Professor Umbridge enters the room. The entire class, including Snape, freezes.

Snape's eyes dart down to the clipboard in Umbridge's hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks her, though he appears far from pleased.

"Oh, don't worry about me! I'll only be a few minutes," she replies too happily. "I'm here for a class inspection." Before Snape can react, Umbridge starts to walk around the room.

She gives her attention to the students' potion brewing. She walks between the rows of desks, peering into cauldrons as she passes by. She comes to a halt by Malfoy's desk.

Malfoy had not only failed to beat you in your unspoken race, but also, in his hurry, destroyed his potion entirely. Even from where you're sitting, you can see a strange, black concoction threatening to bubble over the brim of Malfoy's cauldron. Umbridge leans over it, then grimaces and plugs her nose, hastily taking a step back. Once she's a safe distance away, she scribbles something down on her clipboard.

You look over at Snape. He's staring down Malfoy with a murderous rage in his eyes. Malfoy shamefully sinks low in his chair. You start to smile, but stop when Umbridge approaches your desk. She seems to admire the shimmering, purple liquid in your cauldron.

"Professor, what have you instructed these children to brew?" Umbridge asks without looking up from your cauldron. You don't appreciate being called a child, but manage to keep your mouth shut.

"Common cold serum," Snape answers, still standing in the same place he was when Umbridge walked in. "Madam Pomfrey requested that we prepare more before the winter."

Umbridge nods and writes again on her clipboard. "Well, you've got at least one batch," she says. She gives Snape a sappy smile. "Good day to you, Professor."

Snape merely nods once in response. And with that, Umbridge exits the room.

The whole class immediately seems to relax. Even Snape exhales sharply as if he'd been holding his breath. He shuffles toward the front of the room.

"Malfoy," he says, sitting down behind his desk. Malfoy stiffens fearfully. "Detention in my classroom tonight. You will be packaging y/l/n's serum for the infirmary, and attempting to scrub the mess you made out of my cauldron. If you do not succeed, you will buy me a new cauldron."

Malfoy's shoulders slump forward in dismay, and you cup your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing out loud. Your smile disappears when Snape looks at you, but he's not upset. If anything, his expression is almost thankful. Almost. He's frowning just a little bit less, his brow less furrowed.

"And ten points to Slytherin," Snape finishes. He doesn't have to say why.

Malfoy scowls at you, and you return the smug grin he'd given you earlier.

After Snape's class, you're in a good mood. It's lunch time, so you head on up to the Great Hall. You are the first of your friend group to arrive, so you sit down by yourself and start eating.

Students file in through the Great Hall's large doors, but none of them are Fred or George. You notice Harry, Ron, and Hermione are also absent, and you begin to wonder if your missing out on something when Fred and George stumble into the room.

"Y/n!" they both pant, rushing over to you.

"Yes?" you reply in concern through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"We've got to go!" says George. He lifts your bag and swiftly swings it over his shoulder.

You swallow thickly. "What? Why?"

Fred grabs your arm. "They'll be starting soon," says Fred.

"Who... What's starting?"

George grabs your other arm, and together the twins hoist you up out of your seat. You land unsteadily on your feet, but Fred and George hold you up. They start walking, practically carrying you along.

You squirm in their grasp. "Hey! You know I don't like being manhandled!"

Once you're outside of the Great Hall doors, the twins set you down. You notice a new educational decree on the wall, but don't get a chance to read it. Fred and George each take one of your hands into their own and gently encourage you to walk with them.

"Sorry about that," Fred apologizes.

"Yeah," says George. "Your size just makes it so easy." He chuckles.

You laugh. "No, I'm not small. You two are big."

"We used to do that sort of thing with Ginny... until she bit George on the arm for trying to pick her up," says Fred.

You gasp.

"She did warn me," George chuckles guiltily.

"She's like a feisty little dog!" you laugh.

"That's what we always say!" the twins exclaim together. The three of you laugh.

Fred and George pull you along through three hallways, two doors, and up one flight of stairs. It feels so nice to walk hand in hand with them both that you forgot you don't know where you're going.

"So, um, what is it that I'm sacrificing my lunchtime for?"

George laughs. "Oh, yeah..."

Fred leans in close to your ear. "The D.A.," he whispers. You look around for whomever he's trying to keep this information from, but the current hallway you're in is empty.

"D..." Realization hits you. "Oh...!" Dumbledore's Army. "Why didn't anyone tell me this was happening?"

"We didn't know about it either," says George. "Until Neville told us during our last class."

"Well, where is our first session being held?"

"In the Room of Requirement," Fred answers.

There's a moment of pause as you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. "And... What is that?"

"It's a magically hidden room that changes according to whatever it is you may require," says Fred.

"This better not be like your 'I-Miss-You' box," you snort.

"No, no. This is for real," George assures you.

"So was the box!" Fred chuckles.

Before you can react, the twins come to a halt at the same time in front of a blank wall. You expected something similar to the common room entrances with a painting guarding the room, but there's nothing but cold, hard stone.

Then, right before your unbelieving eyes, a black, metallic door materializes inside the wall. You gasp in astonishment, and the twins smile.

Fred opens the door with one hand, still holding onto yours with the other, and guides you through the doorway with George following close behind you.

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[hchollym]

Hello! So, this might seem like a weird ask. The whole thing is based on the canon world, that is wizards and stuff. Everything that's going on in the books is still happening! I just don't want you to confuse this with a Muggle/No magic AU.

My question is, if Percy—for some random reason please suspend your disbelief here—decided to become an EMT in the muggle world (without using magic that is), how would his family react to it?

Again, the things that happen in the books are still happening, the only thing is that Percy's decided to go into muggle EMT instead of the Ministry.

Like, would they be kinda mad because Percy is putting muggle stuff/outside stuff over the war they're fighting?

Or would they be much more understanding? Maybe think Percy's cooler? Ngl, I'm asking you this for the sake of my daydreams.

Sorry for taking so long to respond! 🙁

Oh wow! That is a very unique idea/question! 😄

Do you mean that Percy became an EMT right after Hogwarts (instead of working for Barty Crouch)?

That would be super interesting!

Hmm... 🤔 You know, I surprisingly don't think most of them would react badly.

Arthur

Arthur is obsessed with muggles. However, he does not seem to see them as equals. In his mind, muggles are poor fools that need to be protected. It's less like fighting for racial equality and more like people fighting for animal rights.

In Book 2, he states:

“Just Muggle-baiting,” sighed Mr. Weasley. “Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it.. Of course, it’s very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking — they’ll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they’ll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it’s staring them in the face…"

Then in Book 4, when Fred gives Dudley Ton-Tongue Toffee, he says:

“It isn’t funny!” Mr. Weasley shouted. “That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —”

So he probably doesn't think Percy is making a good decision to actually work in the muggle world, but I don't think he gets too upset about it either. If anything, he may see this as an opportunity for him to learn more about a topic that he clearly enjoys, and it could potentially help his cause by having proof (from Percy's testimony) that muggles deserve to be treated fairly.

Molly

I definitely think Molly reacts the worst out of everyone. She doesn't hate muggles, but she certainly isn't overly fond of them either.

She definitely dislikes Arthur's obsession with them (though in her defense, that probably has more to do with him wasting money on it/focusing on it instead of helping her with the kids/house).

In Book 4, Arthur says,

“Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs,” he added to Uncle Vernon. “And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I’m mad, but there you are.”

Also, what's even more telling is that in Book 1, when the Weasleys are at King's Cross Station, Harry overhears her say:

"-- packed with Muggles, of course --"

I know that JKR included this line so that Harry could identify another wizarding family, but she should have used something else (like Platform 9 ¾) instead, because they are literally in a muggle train station, so the comment seems unnecessary and rude. Think about if you went to Chinatown and said "packed with Chinese people, of course."

Plus, Molly wants all of her children to work at the Ministry of Magic. This is a comment in Book 4 (about the twins):

“And then there was this big row,” Ginny said, “because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.”

This is the same instance where she literally burned all of their order forms. She seems to have (sort of) accepted Bill & Charlie's choices, as well as Fred & George's joke shop (after they make a lot of money), but Percy is the child that she expected to go into the Ministry the most.

There would definitely be a massive row with her.

Fred & George

They likely wouldn't care much, because they clearly don't mind muggles either. In Book 4, after they gave Dudley the Ton-Tongue Toffee and Arthur yells at them, they say:

“We didn’t give it to him because he’s a Muggle!” said Fred indignantly. “No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git,” said George. “Isn’t he, Harry?”

If anything, I think they love that Percy is now the family "disappointment" because they've spent so long getting yelled at by Molly that this is a nice change of pace. Plus, it takes the pressure off them. Even if they open a joke shop in the wizarding world, Molly still won't be as angry with them as she is with Percy.

Suddenly "Perfect Percy" isn't so perfect anymore, and it probably (ironically) improves their relationship.

Bill, Charlie, Ron, & Ginny

They are probably all rather incredulous about the entire thing and think Percy is mental for not wanting to work in the wizarding world (and Hermione encourages this idea because she clearly wants nothing to do with the muggle world anymore), but I really don't think they treat him badly over it.

They probably just think he's finally cracked under all the pressure he puts on himself, and if this gets him to loosen up, then it's not all bad.

I do think Charlie & Ginny would find it a little cool though, and they're both more likely to actually talk to Percy about his new life, whereas Bill & Ron will probably avoid the topic altogether.

Other Thoughts

One of the most interesting parts about this AU is that is has the potential to drastically change the story. If Percy doesn't work for Barty Crouch, then chances are, whoever is in his position doesn't do as good of a job running the department on their own, so people figure out something is wrong with Mr. Crouch much sooner.

Once that happens, they (i.e. Dumbledore) may very well be able to put the pieces together about Barty Crouch Jr., and then his plan fails, Harry never goes to the graveyard, Cedric never dies, and Voldemort never officially returns in a body. So is the war even going on anymore? Possibly not for a few more years while Voldemort tries to capture Harry!

Even if the war continues in the exact same way as canon, I think Percy's job in the muggle world could actually be beneficial. He could be there to prevent some of the damage & protect the muggles, and he could help muggleborns & their families escape through the muggle world in a way that wouldn't be traced back to them.

There's a lot of potential there for a great fanfic! 😉

Thanks for the ask! 😊

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[wonderlandsakura]

Niche Things I think People should Write/Read more:

Somehow has a part 2 now. If part 1 and/or 2 gets like,, 100 notes, I'll add recs if they exist

- Megamind & Metro Man being brothers raised together by Metro Man's badass mom

- Feral Hero In Training Izuku Midoriya (I can't find the original and it's a sad thing)

- There should be a Demon Twins tag on AO3 for Fred & George Weasley being more Slytherin than Griffindor

- God of Analysis Izuku Midoriya (shameless plug)

- Danny Phantom/Bruce Wayne | Batman (at the similar ages of course) aka Spirit Halloween

- Bruce Wayne/Batman where they're actually two (2) people and co-parenting lol

- Zuko & Azulon, where Azulon is a decent grandfather and adult that actually steps up to take care of the child that is terrified of his own sister, and thereby notices and appreciates Zuko's own genius

- Zuko being actually smart and learning to be good at governing before he's suddenly thrown into becoming Firelord

- that one Obi-Wan fic with the four (4) Obi-Wans of various ages working together to save the galaxy

- Chat fics with the Clone Troopers

- Harry Potter/Death, cause I think it's hilarious lol

- Ect.

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[cherry-pop-elf]

I saw you say that you like Raver/Scenecore music, and it has me wondering if you have any thoughts for George and Fred (or even just the rest of the Weasleys too) for what sort of music they'd like?

Ooooo!!! Good ask good ask! I love music so much, and even studying piano right now! My final recital song is even Wizard Wheezes! ((My special interest is Weasleys, what can I say?)) So this is a super amazing and awesome ask! Thank you so much anon! I love love love love music!!!!!

Types Of Music The Weasley Siblings Listen To

William ‘Bill’

Bill is very much a Rock person. You’ll hear him listening to Ghost, Three Day Grace, My Chemical Romance, the classics like that. Just different types of Rock in general. Pop Rock, Rock and Roll, etc. Even go as far as to play an electric guitar. How did he manage to? I mean, magic. Who says you need to plug it in anywhere, when you can just produce magic itself to work it? Loves Alternative Rock Music. Favorite song? Gotta go with a classic like Mary On A Cross

Charlie

Of course he loves punk, and alternative, but he did mellow out a bit when he finally settled into his job. Playing softer music for the new born dragons made him come to love softer songs. Like jazz, country, and folk. So to kinda wrap it all together, he’s a Taylor Swift fan. He’s not a swiftie, but he does enjoy her music. He also loves to play guitar, many kinds, and even knows how to play the flute. Thanks to Hagrid. Playing the guitar, or flute, for the baby dragons is a passion time he wouldn’t trade for anything. Favorite song? 100% Taylor’s ‘No Body No Crime’ for sure

Percy

100% is the type to believe in the Mozart Theory. He listens to classical musics constantly. Such a nerd. Genuinely though, he does enjoy it. It helps him study and focus. So if you were to introduce him to the genre of lofi? He really would like it. Soft wordless music to play in the background, as he works. So he would be such a Stan for The Lofi Girl, if he was to say if he has a favorite anything

Fred And George

Big Band, Jazz, Swing, Techno Swing, they LOVE that high energy bop music. I mean, look at what their literal shops theme song is ((Fun fact, as I am writing this I am ACTUALLY playing Wizard Wheezes on the piano right now, for a recital!)) They gotta love that high energy music. Love it love it love it. Fred and George go nuts for Fully Dressed With Out A Smile. They also will break into Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better if given the chance. They especially loved singing that with Ginny, while growing up

Ron

He was invested in Rock, of course. The side effects of being a younger sibling to a big family, but Hermione helped him explore other interests as well. Helped him be more brave in what he liked. He does love Rock styles, but Pop Rock was more his branch. Pop just has a more fun energy to it. Different from his day to day life. Helps him stand out a little as well, since Bill is more into the alternative/emo/goth aesthetic types or Rock. One Republics ‘Run’ speaks to him a lot. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but he also really likes Sk8ter Boy. Because it makes him think of Hermione. Shhhhh

Ginny

Musicals. She just can’t pick a genere. Growing up with six brothers gave her a love of different types of music. So if you ask her what she likes, she will say musicals. Musicals have so many types and moods. It’s perfect for whenever you don’t know what to listen do. In a romantic mood? High energy? Even depressive gothic? There’s a musical for it. She’s learned to keep her mind open, and invest in different interests. Her favorite song really depends on the mood she’s in, or vibe. But if you had to twist her arm, it’s gonna be that classic Merry Poppins Step In Time. It reminds her of her brothers, whenever they had to do spring cleaning together. If she’s sad, that song will ALWAYS make her feel better. If not? Clearly a imposter!

Bonus: Belladonna

Fun fact about me! I am currently learning piano! I just love music so much. Piano is also good for me health wise, because I have dexterity issues because of my muscle spasms. I’m practicing a recital song, and it’s Wizard Wheezes. Which I’ll perform as my final. I hope to post it on tumblr in the future. As for music I like? Scene/Ravecore and Techno Swing. I guess I just love high energy songs with electric vibes. Ironic, given I have chronic fatigue. Along with, ya know, trapped in a wheelchair. Slay. Thank you again anon! I love music so much, and I am forever grateful I have hearing to enjoy it. A really great ask!!!

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A Weasley In All But Blood

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by Anonymous

Harry doesn't realize that being taken under the Weasleys' wings means giving up his freedom in return.

Words: 3041, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Potter, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Xenophilius Lovegood, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Molly Weasley, Harry Potter/Arthur Weasley, Harry Potter/Bill Weasley, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter/Percy Weasley, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley, Harry Potter/George Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Everyone/Everyone

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[dhr-ao3]

Veela Sugar Mom

Veela Sugar Mom https://ift.tt/FGWCbm8 by DreKiller69 After the fall of Voldemort back in 1991, his followers never gave up in their beliefs. Even without their leader, they spread his message wherever they can. Their newest target is the Quidditch World Cup, and chaos is their goal. In the middle of the chaos, one Gryffindor risks his life to save a damsel in distress. Little does he know what kind off effect he will have on the young girl and her family. Words: 1637, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Original Male Character, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gabrielle Delacour, Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Daphne Greengrass, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Fleur Delacour/Original Male Character(s), Nymphadora Tonks/Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger/Original Male Character(s), Cho Chang/Original Male Character(s), Gabrielle Delacour/Original Male Character(s), Ginny Weasley/Original Male Character(s), Lavender Brown/Original Male Character(s), Lily Evans Potter/Original Male Character(s), Padma Patil/Original Male Character, Parvati Patil/Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Smut, Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe, Foot Jobs, Butt Plugs, Breast Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Anal Beads, Anal Sex, Harry Potter is Not a Horcrux, Quickies, Public Blow Jobs, Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Public Hand Jobs, Threesome - F/F/M, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, POV First Person via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/l2rfWKD January 06, 2023 at 06:03AM

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[peripetual]

a concept: When Andromeda Tonks approaches Molly Weasley eight days after the battle and thanks her for killing her sister, Molly finally understands.

(sorry)

Eight days after the battle ends and her world ends with it, Andromeda Tonks approaches Molly and thanks her, shakily. And Molly doesn’t understand, at first, is too distracted by the sudden and awful realization of what this would be like if she had lost Arthur, too, if she had no other children, if all that she was left with was a giggling baby in her arms.

If she’s honest, that startling moment of perspective stuck with her for months; it didn’t make Fred’s death any better, because nothing could. But it was perversely comforting to know she wasn’t the only one who had ever experienced this, not by a long shot.

When Andromeda says thank you and Molly realizes that this woman in front of her is thanking her for murdering her own sister, something comes crashing into place in her mind. She hadn’t thought to ask what had happened to Tonks, didn’t want to know anything beyond the horrible moment when she had entered the Great Hall and seen Bill laying her body onto the ground. This girl, the Hufflepuff who came to visit Charlie over the summer holidays when they were fourteen, who made Ginny laugh when they were stuck in that god-awful mansion brimming with despair for weeks on end, who finally broke down in tears in Molly’s kitchen at her prodding because her cousin was dead and her aunt was hunting down her family and she was working double shifts for two different crime-fighting organizations in the middle of a war and oh, yeah, the man she was in love with who had admitted to loving her would rather fling himself into abject danger than confront her, and Molly thought that her depression probably had more than a little to do with the fact that Aurors were now patrolling Hogwarts side-by-side with dementors, but all she could do for this girl, whose sparkling courage and conviction reminded her so much of her own daughter, was offer her a mug of tea and a hug. This girl who wasn’t a girl—she was an Auror, the famous Mad-Eye Moody’s favorite protegee, a member of the Order of the Phoenix that Molly’s little brothers had died fighting in, a wife, a mother. And someone else’s daughter.

So when she walked into the Great Hall to see her dead on the ground, it stole all the breath from her lungs—it was all she could do to siphon the dried blood away, trying in vain to save this girl who was already dead as Ginny sobbed into her shoulder. But there was never a chance for her to put two and two together, to internalize the fact that she had been tortured and maimed when a Killing Curse would have sufficed for most Death Eaters, never a chance because right at that moment Molly saw Percy enter the Hall carrying another fresh body and Molly’s world had shattered.

So when Molly realized, now, eight days later, that Tonks had been killed by her own aunt… All she could do was nod at Andromeda, mutter the first thing that came to her mind, unbidden. “She tried to kill my daughter.” Later, she would chastise herself for the lack of tact, but Andromeda didn’t seem to mind, face already too pale and lined with grief to really look any more despairing.

They became friends, after that. They would meet for tea once a week or so, quietly in the backyard of the Burrow. Sometimes they would talk about Fred and Nymphadora, whose full name Molly had always found quite amusing but sounded devastatingly beautiful on the lips of her grieving mother. Sometimes they talked about other things, normal things; Bill and Fleur were expecting, and Teddy was getting so big, and did you read that new mystery novel about the witch who owned that museum?

Four months after the battle, Molly said something about George reopening the joke shop, accidentally referring to ‘the twins’ instead of just ‘George.’ She started sobbing, then, the grief unexpected on a quiet sunny morning, but Andromeda seemed to understand.

A week later, Andromeda stared at a muffin she had brought over and quietly confessed that Nymphadora’s features morphed back to their natural state when she died, admitted to wondering what Bellatrix was thinking as she tortured a girl who, as she was in more and more pain, looked more and more like her little sister, more and more like herself. Molly didn’t know what to say to that, thinking about that horrible time when Tonks had lost her ability to morph, remembered privately thinking that despite looking so tired and so thin and so miserable, her features were, in a haunting way, more beautiful than ever. Her natural face was rather similar to the one she wore on a daily basis, but her cheekbones were a little higher, her eyes grayer, her expressions sharper with traces of her haughty ancestry. The family resemblance to her mother and her killer was obvious, and Molly wondered now what it was like to go through life changing your own face in order to avoid looking like the Dark Lord’s most devoted servant.

Andromeda didn't say anything more, staring into space. Molly said nothing, too, hoping she was exuding the calm and understanding presence that Andromeda tended to provide for her. But as Andromeda was forced to contemplate what Bellatrix was thinking when she murdered her daughter, Molly found herself wondering in horror what it must have felt like for Tonks to die staring at a face that looked like her own mother.

#i had way too much fun writing this #someone give andromeda a hug #it's a shameless self plug tbh #harry potter #hp #molly weasley #andromeda tonks #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #ginny weasley #fred weasley #bellatrix lestrange #remadora #deathly hallows

[peterbarnes]

Fic Recommendations!

I just reached 1,000 followers, so I thought I’d do something special and compile a list of fics I LOVE!! Full credit to all the authors- they’re super talented.

Of course I gotta plug myself so check out my masterlist if you want some more fics ;)

Peter Parker:

Throw me a pillow by @sinisterspidey

Perfectly a little late by @t-lostinworlds

That time of year by @vendettaparker

Mr. Smiles by @scandalous-chaos

Overwhelmed by @badassbabeparker

Alphabet by @allegra-writes

Just say the word (we’ll take on the world) by @fanficimagery

Bucky Barnes:

The lighthouse keeper by @milliedazzledust

For you by @fandoms-writings

One simple touch by @likeahorribledream

Peace by @writingfics-passingtime

Emotions by @buckycuddlebuddy

Sunshine by @sunvmars

When it all falls apart by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Fresh start by @vacant--body

Lazy morning by @writingforbucky

After the storm comes sunshine by @milliedazzledust​

Fred Weasley:

Soft boy by @omg-imatotalmess

Left waiting at the three broomsticks by @potter-imagines

Special to me by @fweasleyswhore

Tom Holland:

Isn’t it romantic? by @waitimcomingtoo

Kissing in the shower by @venomsilk

Secret lover by @hollandsour

Please don’t leave me by @moonvis

Two ships by @madmadmilk

Yelena Belova:

You are my world by @sapphicdaya

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic #spiderman #spiderman no way home #No way home #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes imagine #peter parker imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #hawkeye #harry potter

[doodleybugg]

masterlist! <3

this masterlist will go in order of the time i wrote all of this, the earliest at the beginning. if you’re looking for something i wrote recently, scroll to the end. ignore how terrible i am at titles guys, thanks.

keys;; 

smut = 🌶

dark content = 💀

fluff = 💞

angst = 🩹

headcanons = 💭

my favourites = 🤌

james = mother hen 💭

comfort - sirius black x reader 🩹💞

marauders as things i’ve said, 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8  💭🤌

wolfstar being clingy 💭💞

james x reader 💭

if harry was raised by wolfstar 💭

nightmare comfort with remus - remus x fem!reader 🩹

shush - remus x fem!reader 🌶

surprise! - sirius x fem!reader 💞

wolfstar being clingy (again) 💭💞

teaser for the remus smut that i absolutely abandonded - remus x fem!reader 💞(supposedly 🌶) 🤌

for the elves - sirius x fem!reader 💞🩹

prof!remus x prof!werewolf!reader, 1 - 2 (in the works) 💞🩹🤌

daughter of sirius black - platonic!sirius x fem!reader 💞

better than me - daughter of poly!marauders 🩹

christmas - fred weasley x fem!reader 💞

wolfstar being cute 💞

jily <3 💞

time is going slowly - wolfstar x fem!reader raising harry, 1 - 2 💞🩹

angry breakup sex - sirius x fem!reader 🌶🩹

yellow - sirius black x fem!reader 💞(slight 🩹)🤌

i promise - marauders 🩹💭

regulus played the piano 🩹💭

doting over remus 💞💭

madrigal family playing dnd 💭

potentially problematic - fem!reader x camilo, 1 - 2 - 3 💞🩹🤌 (highkey abandonded)

royalty - camilo x masc!reader 💞🩹

yandere bruno headcanons - bruno x fem!reader 💀💞🩹💭

riding bruno’s face - bruno x fem!reader 🌶💞

julieta x fem!reader 💞💭

fluff picnic - james x fem!reader 💞

remus hcs 💞

that’s not mistletoe - fem!james (jamie) x lily 💞

up late together - wolfstar 💞

i need you, please - camilo x fem!reader 🌶💞

marauders raising harry 💞💭

bunny - remus x bimbo!reader 💞💭

easter with b99 💞💭

date with marlene 💞💭

easter at james’ 💞💭

remus x bimbo!reader 🌶💞💭🤌

the zoo - poly!marauders x fem!reader 💞💭

regulus hcs (slight 💀)💞🩹💭🤌

very naked - bill weasley x fem!reader 💞

wolfstar in the hospital :(( 🩹

anxiety - remus x bimbo!reader 💞🩹💭

“this is why i don’t drink” - remus x fem!reader 💞

mine / mione 💞💭

remus lupin x reader (fem insinuated but could be masc or nb) 💞

neurodivergent reader - james x reader 💞💭

butt plugs = no - marauders (seperate) x fem!reader 🌶💭

horny!marauders (seperate) x fem!reader on her period 🌶💭💞

no knives 💭💞(slight 🌶)

swinging - tasm!peter parker x fem!reader 💞

ron died first 🩹💀

camping w/ the paris gang - nelspring 💞💭🤌

happy go fucking lucky - the umbrella academy, 1 - 2 - 3 🩹💀💞🤌

#loser!directory

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke's On You 16

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.]

⍟ Click Here for Joke’s On You Home Page (All Chapter Links) ⍟

The Slytherins came back from holiday to find the most horrendous smell lurking in their common room. The obvious answer, of course, was to simply Vanish the smell. However, the smell was sure to return again over time. Besides, everyone wanted to know what the source was. Was it Goyle’s filthy Quidditch shoes, stewing away in the far corner? Was it Parkinson’s horned toad, who kept leaving a trail of droppings from the entryway to the window? Or had Filch’s dirty mop finally gotten so incredibly filthy that instead of cleaning, it soiled everything it touched?

The Slytherins grudgingly searched the common room, walking around with their noses plugged until they were next to whatever they thought was the source of the scent, then unplugging their nose to sniff it, only to shake their head and hastily plug their nose back up. Finally, fed-up with what he called “servants’ work,” Draco Malfoy cried out in a plugged, warbly voice, “My father will hear about this!” Hundreds of miles away, Lucius felt a sudden crick in his neck. 

At long last, Professor Snape was called in. Imagine his fury when he discovered a well-placed, completely rotten egg under the tile under the foot of the grand piano. He puffed up in anger, with his chest welling up so much that it strained his tightly buttoned-up black robe. He opened his mouth –

At the precise moment that Snape began to let out his breath of rage, over in the Gryffindor common room, Neville’s frog, Trevor, emitted a long, high-pitched whistle that alarmed everyone – and not in the least Fred and George. Because for a split second, Fred and George thought that their mum had followed them all the way to Hogwarts to yell at them again. It would have been good timing too, Fred thought wryly, as he, George, and Lee began to pull all manner of goods out of the secret compartments of their trunks. 

Almost an hour later, Fred finally announced, “That’s everything.”

“Great,” George said. “Let’s sort it all out and write out that order form again.”

Lee nodded over at Fred’s trunk. “What’s that?”

Fred didn’t need to look over to see what Lee was referring to. There was only one item left in his trunk and he’d left it there because it would have hurt his pride to take it out. Nevertheless, the tips of Fred’s ears went red as he muttered, “Nothing. Never mind that.” 

Stuffed in the corner of his trunk lay the heart-covered boxers you’d gotten him for Christmas. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You were happy to return to classes – most of all, Charms. As you took your usual seat next to Kenneth, you gloated, “Well, well, so you got me in nearly all of our subjects – except this one, huh?” You waggled your finger at him. “You can beat me ten times over in Potions and Arithmancy and what-have-you, but never in Charms.”

Kenneth merely said, “You seem very happy.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” you replied, as you sat down and began to pull your notes out. As you set your parchment down on the desk, Kenneth frowned.

“What is that?” Kenneth asked, pointing at a rude doodle drawn on the parchment.

You peered down at it. It was a small doodle of a devil cat, clearly enjoying its time as it basked in the flames of hell. You quickly turned the parchment over to hide it – only, scrawled on the back of the parchment were the words, Yours truly, Fredrick Gideon Weasley.  You flushed as you hurriedly put the parchment back into your bag. Kenneth stared at you.

When you turned back around, he said, cautiously, “I wasn’t going to bring this up, but just before break, I happened to be in the Great Hall for breakfast - ”

You couldn’t help but giggle at this, as you pointed out, “You make it sound like that happened against your own will, Kenneth.”

Kenneth turned slightly pink. But he continued, “ - and I saw - well, the whole school saw - Fred Weasley asking you out.”

You suddenly went quiet.

Sensing that he had the advantage, Kenneth pressed, “Is it true?”

“Well, it sounds like you saw it with your own two eyes, so who am I to deny that?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

You began to rummage around in your school bag, looking for a quill or a book or something (anything, really, except that piece of parchment), when Kenneth reached over and grasped your arm to stop you. “Are you really dating Fred Weasley?” 

You met Kenneth’s eyes. Oh, he’s my friend. I can’t lie to him. Besides, I’m not ashamed or anything to be with Fred. In fact, I’m rather proud of it.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

You expected Kenneth to let go of your arm, but he only held on harder as he pressed, “Have you lost your senses? Of all people, Fred Weasley?”

“Yes,” you said stubbornly, now trying to sidle your arm out of Kenneth’s grasp.

Just then, a familiar voice said, rather meanly, “Oi. Let go of her arm.” 

You and Kenneth both looked up to see Fred standing there.  Kenneth slowly let go of your arm.

“Hi, Fred,” you said brightly.

“Hi, hellcat,” Fred responded, though he lifted his eyebrow at you. “Interesting conversation you’re having here, huh?”

Kenneth’s brow furrowed, as he put together the drawing with Fred’s nickname for you.

You replied, “Not really. I was only slandering your name, and Kenneth here was sticking up for your honor.” You reached over and thumped Kenneth heartily in the back.

“Oh, really?” Fred said wryly, his mouth twisting into a rather cruel shape.

“Yes, really,” you stressed. “So, you should move along before McGonagall comes in and starts the term by taking twenty points away from her own house.”

“Fine,” Fred replied. But before he stepped past you and Kenneth, he said, “And it’s none of your business, innit, Towler?”

Kenneth shook his head at you, as if to say, ‘Really? That guy?’

You looked over at Kenneth and nodded, replying wordlessly, Yeah, that guy.

“But you’re a prefect,” Kenneth said, speaking quietly now.

“Yes, I am.”

“How are you going to - ? Isn’t it going to pose a problem? I mean, aren’t you going to let him off the hook now?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not,” you said earnestly. “I’m going to be more strict with him than ever. In fact, I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say that Fred Weasley will be the reason I become Head Girl. I’m going to catch him so many times that it’ll be a new record for how many times a prefect has rounded up a villain.”

“Villain?”

“Fine. Mischief-maker. But you get my point.”

“And he’s not going to be mad at you?”

You snorted. “I damn well hope he is. That stupid Fred Weasley.” 

You buried your head in your book, trying to hide the happy blush that was spreading on your face as you thought of ‘stupid Fred Weasley.’ 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

During lunch, you came over to Fred’s dormitory. Knocking on the door,  you sang out, “Fred! Could you come out here, please? I have something for you.”

Inside, you heard George throw something and then call out, “Oi! Fred! Devil’s knocking on the door, and it’s for you.”

You paused. Then, you knocked on the door again and said, in a very different tone, “Hey, you in there, what did you just call me?”

Just then, the door opened. It was Fred. “Hi, hellcat. Come to see me?”

“Yes,” you said. “Could you please come out here? I want to speak with you.”

Fred started to step out, but as he did, you caught sight of George and Lee sitting on the bed in the room. You pointed at George and said knowingly, “You.”

George ignored you – and Fred had shut the door. Turning to you, Fred immediately meant to grab you and kiss you hello, but as he made to reach for you, you stopped him short by suddenly presenting him with a piece of parchment.

Fred looked down at it. “What’s this?”

You tapped the top of the parchment, where you had neatly titled it: Petition to Fred Gideon Weasley, regarding the use of certain pet names. You explained, “I would like to reserve the names, ‘Freddie’ and ‘Freddie boy’ for cases of cuteness.”

Fred instantly looked disgusted, but he also looked a tad confused. “You wrote an entire letter just for that?”

“That’s right. It’s my petition to you, my boyfriend,” you said softly. Reaching out, you gently stroked Fred’s tie. “I miss my pet names for you.”

Fred snorted. “You can call me pet names, just – just something more fitting.”

You cocked your head at him. “Like what?”

“Like…” Fred thought about it for a moment. Then, his eyes brightened, and he suggested proudly, “Like ‘Sir.’”

You blinked. “Sir?” you repeated.

Fred smirked slyly at you. “That’s right.”

“Oh…” Your brow furrowed – and then you burst into laughter. “Ha, ha, ha!” You keeled over and laughed merrily, and you accidentally forced Fred into a bow, as you were still holding onto his tie.

“Oi, you’re – you’re choking me,” Fred groaned.

“Oh! Sorry!” You let go of his tie, but you kept laughing into your hands.

“What?” Fred said defensively. “What’s so funny about that?”

You wiped tears from your eyes and waved him away, chortling, “Anyways, Fred, have a serious thought about the original petition, please.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The class after lunch was Potions. When Professor Snape stormed into the dungeon, everyone immediately fell quiet. At once, he barked out, “Weasley!”

Fred and George chorused together, “Yes?”

“On your feet!”

Fred stood up. Meanwhile, George remained sitting.

Snape glared at George. “I said, on your feet!”

“Oh, I thought you meant him. Sorry.” George stood up, and Fred sat down.

“No, both of you, on your feet!”

About half of the class giggled as George then (completely unnecessarily) sat back down before he and Fred stood up together.

“A regular ol’ circus act,” Lee murmured appreciatively.

“Stupid,” Kenneth muttered under his breath. “They’re only making Snape angrier.”

“I shall give you one chance for repentance before I report you to the Head of your House,” Snape said thinly. “Which of you disrespectful dunderheads decided it was a good idea to hide a rotting egg  under a tile under the piano in the Slytherin common room?”

Your eyes flashed. Oh Merlin, I completely forgot about that.

“Neither of us, sir,” Fred said confidently.

“Is that so?” Snape sneered, clearly not believing Fred.

“Yep,” Fred replied. His eyes twinkled merrily, as if he was secretly dying with laughter inside.

George chirped up, “Cross my heart and hope to die, Professor.”

Your cheeks slowly turned red, as you realized both Fred and George were teasing you, though both of them were pros and didn’t so much as throw you a wink.

David mused, “I thought only first year girls used phrases like that.”

Your cheeks brightened even further. “Some – Some older students might use that phrase, too,” you murmured defensively.

Snape ground his teeth in frustration. “I have tried to give you a chance for repentance - ”

“With all due respect, Professor, I did all my repentance on New Year’s. I had an angel come by and lead me through the whole she-bang,” Fred said, in a mockingly innocent tone. “So I reckon I’m clean as a sheet - ”

Snape blew up. “Enough! Enough! I shall – I shall see to your punishment after class. Sit down. Now.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When class ended, you dawdled near your desk.  Meanwhile, Fred and George dutifully came up to Snape’s desk.

“Are you aware of how long it took Mr. Filch and myself to discover where the horrendous smell was coming from?” Snape seethed.

“No,” George said. “To be honest, we’re not at all sure of what you’re talking about, Professor. Could you maybe explain to us -?”

Slam. Snape brought his book down on his desk. He grasped the edges of his desk and leaned over it to peer unpleasantly into Fred and George’s faces. “The two of you will never have another moment out of detention again. I shall assign to you six months’ worth of - ”

“Oh, no!” you cried out, as you dropped an ink bottle. It smashed and went all over the floor. Distressed, you sat down and began to wipe at the ink with your sleeve.

Snape berated you, “Idiot girl! Did you forget you’re magical? Move aside.”

You shifted out of the way and Snape waved his wand. The ink cleared up at once.

“Sorry, Professor,” you said earnestly. “I was only looking for my quill and ink because I had some questions to ask you about the Draught of Living Death. You were saying something about its alchemic properties and I didn’t understand - ”

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his fury. Finally, he said, “Read the textbook, then. I will not spend my time entertaining the most basic of questions. And, Mr. Weasley - ”

“Yes?” Fred and George chorused together again.

“Out. Get out. But be warned, if I ever catch you pulling such a prank again - ”

“Professor, we’d never - ”

“ – Honestly - ”

“- We don’t even know - ”

“ – what this is all about - ”

“ – But good day, Professor - ”

“ – Take care - ”

“- And happy New Year’s!”

The twins had been slowly tripping backwards towards the door and when they let out their cheerful New Year’s greetings, they slipped out of the room.

Meanwhile, you had finished stuffing your quill back into your bag and you high-tailed out of there as well.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You spent the evening with your friends, coming up with study plans for the term. Afterwards, as you made your way back up to your prefect’s room, out from a secret passageway, a tall, ginger-haired boy suddenly appeared and wrapped his long arms around you.

“Well, well,” Fred whispered teasingly in your ear. “Look who’s become a little rogue. I always knew I’d bring you over to my side.”

You scoffed. “As if. I simply thought it was unfair that Snape was trying to punish you when he had no evidence that you actually committed the deed.”

“Mhm,” Fred agreed, squeezing you in his arms and nudging the top of your head with his chin to make you squirm, “especially because if he followed the trail all the way through, he’d find you  holding the end of the rope, right?”

“No.”

“Who was the one that asked for the egg to be hidden under a tile under the piano?” Fred reached down and grasped your chin with his hand and made you turn your head to look up at him. “Who was it, hm?”

You yanked your head away and said lightly, “I have no idea.”

“No?”

“No. Truly haven’t the foggiest.”

“Maybe because you were drunk off of Firewhiskey that night,” Fred said, grinning now. “And you’d taken a bucket to the head - ”

You reached up and pushed your hand against Fred’s lips. “Shush, you.”

Fred shook his head, shaking your hand off of his mouth. “Drop any more fireworks, lately?”

You scowled. “You keep this up and I’ll drop you.”

Fred grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “You could never,” he said knowingly. “You couldn’t live without me, your boyfriend.”

You eyed him skeptically. “You’re being disgusting, Fred.”

“Am not.” Fred proceeded to make all sorts of kissy faces at you, clearly making fun of you.

You took the opportunity to stomp hard on his foot.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. He hurriedly stepped back.

Slinging your school bag coolly over your shoulder and walking away, you waved your fingers in the air and called, “Come find me when you’re done being a moron.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Fred did come and visit you, in your prefect’s room, later that night.

When he walked in, he was grinning to himself and he was dusting his hands off of something…

You hesitated. “What were up to, Fred?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” Fred said easily. “Just testing the properties of permanent ink.”

You blinked. “Why in the world would you need to test for that? Isn’t the main property in the name?”

“Of course, silly, but how permanent is ‘standard permanent’?” Fred explained. “And would it be possible to create, let’s say, an ink that is permanent unless removed by a very particular, even singular, singular erasing liquid?”

“Well, of course it’s possible."

Fred gave you a doubtful look.

You reeled off impressively, “You’d have to find a type of ink that wasn’t based on whatever regular ink is based on. Then, in terms of creating a singular erasing liquid, it would essentially come down to an application of Golpalott’s Third Law for antidotes. In other words, the erasing compound wouldn’t ever be a simple one-to-one ratio or the simple sums of the ratios present in the permanent ink. Something alchemic would need to happen to create a true antidote – or, in this case, a true and singular erasing ointment.”

Fred clapped his hands together. “Brilliant! That’s how we can create an ink where only the prankster can erase the ink. That’s mighty helpful. Thanks, love.”

You paused. “Wait, what? That was why you asked me that?”

“I didn’t ask you, technically speaking,” Fred pointed out. “I was merely speaking aloud an observational question. It was you that couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show off and be little-miss-know-it-all.”

Your jaw dropped open. He pretended to look foolish on purpose, just to egg me on!

Fred waggled his finger at you. “Humility, love, you’ve got to learn it someday. You’re just too full of yourself.”

“Me?!” you said indignantly. “I was merely sharing my knowledge with you, hoping to educate your stupid little brain. It’s not my fault all you can think about is pranks - ”

“ – and pussy,” Fred finished for you. He pranced over to you and grabbed your face in his hand. Leaning towards you, he made a kissy face and said, in an overly playful voice, “And it looks like I’ve got both of those sorted out right here.” He squeezed your cheeks in his hand and leaned in to peck your nose.  

You went bright red. “Fred!”

Fred chuckled merrily. He let go of your face, but he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned towards you as he said, rather brightly and boyishly, “Wow, this is what flusters you? Look at you, red as a tomato. Of all the embarrassing shit you pull, the fact that you helped me develop a product is what sinks you?”

Your mouth turned into a very thin line, and you made to turn away from Fred. But he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

Fred’s breath tickled you as he murmured teasingly into your ear. “Where d’you think you’re going, huh? You’re in your own room. There’s nowhere to go to.”

You quickly batted him away.

Fred laughed and let you go. He then started to flop over onto your bed, but you made him wash his hands first.

You paused, however, when you heard your shower start up. Ten minutes later, Fred walked out, wearing nothing but one of your fluffy pink towels. You stared at him.

Fred smiled as he ran another towel – a lavender one – through his hair. “Like what you see, mistress?”

You cleared your throat. You did, in fact, like what you were seeing. Except his chest is too clean-looking. It doesn’t have the kiss marks that it should have… from me.

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of such wanting thoughts. Then, standing up, you pointed to your bed. “Have a seat, Fred.”

Fred snorted. “What is this, a business meeting?”

“Yes.” You brought your notebook over to the bed and plopped down with it. You pointed to your notebook. “Listen here. I’m going to offer you a little deal. You’d be a fool not to take it, I think, but well – it’s your life and I don’t like forcing anyone into anything, so…”

Fred glanced down at your notebook. “What the hell is that supposed to be? A rune?”

“No.” You pushed the notebook towards him. “Have you ever heard of the game ‘tic tac toe’?”

Fred shook his head.

“Well, it’s easy enough. The goal is to get three in a row,” you explained. “But here’s what I propose: Every time you and George pull one of your stupid pranks and you don’t get caught, you get a turn. But every time I help a professor catch you, then I get a turn. Except if it’s Snape, Filch, or Umbridge, of course. I won’t help them catch you – unless I’m really annoyed with you, that is.”

“Why’s that?” Fred asked, curious.

“Because Snape, Filch, and Umbridge aren’t fair with their punishments,” you explained succinctly. “But the other professors are – and you do deserve to be punished. You, George, and Lee are absolutely awful students. And from the sounds of it, the three of you are developing and selling a lot of stupid things - ”

“ - Our products aren’t stupid, they’re brilliant - ”

“And I’m not going to allow that, much less facilitate that.” You gave him a stern look. “Do I make myself clear?”

Fred rolled his eyes. Reaching out, he brushed the notebook away. “Or, how about you just help me get out of every punishment ever?” He leaned back onto your bed. At the same time, he reached over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.

“No,”  you emphasized, hitting his chest lightly with your hands. “Can’t let you do that, Fred.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a prefect and that means something to me,” you said. “Besides, I promised Kenneth I would continue to be a good prefect.”

Fred frowned. “You promised Kenneth?”

“Yeah, Kenneth – you know, top of our class, fellow prefect, and my study friend. That Kenneth.” You pretended as if you hadn’t mentioned Kenneth on purpose and as if you were describing him only to help Fred remember who he was, but Fred caught the mean glimmer in your eye.

Fred growled. “You tease.” He suddenly gripped your wrists in his hands quite tightly. “You’re just dangling him in front of me, aren’t you, to get me all riled up?”

You laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted. Looking down at your hands, caught in his, you said pleasantly, “I think it’s working, don’t you?” You then nodded down at the pink towel that Fred was still wearing. “By the way, pink looks quite nice on you.”

Fred groaned. He dropped your hands and then, pushing you off of him, he rolled over and buried his face in your pillow.

You grabbed the notebook and followed him, nudging his shoulder repeatedly. “Fred? Fred? C’mon, won’t you play the game with me?”

“No,” Fred said emphatically.

“But you haven���t even heard what the prize is,” you pointed out.

“Don’t care,” Fred said shortly.

“Do you know what it is?” you pressed.

Fred was quiet for a moment.

He’s going to ask, you thought confidently. He won’t be able to stand the idea of missing out. He’s going to ask me… any second now –

“All right. What the hell’s the prize?”

You grinned. Rolling over so that you fell into his lap, you looked up at him and whispered lovingly, “Anything you want.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Professor McGonagall!” you shouted fiercely. “There they are!” 

Fred, George, and Lee, who were all gathered around the entrance of the Slytherin common room, wheeled around. Spotting you, Fred cursed.

Dropping the net they had been installing over the Slytherin common room entrance, all three of them ran for it.

“Iterdum!” You performed a Trip Jinx, pointing your wand at none other than Fred – and it caught him.

With a shout, Fred went sprawling onto the ground. However, just before McGonagall caught up to you, two pairs of hands reached out from behind the adjacent hallway and dragged Fred along the ground and out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, McGonagall appeared behind you. Her hat was lopsided. “Where are they?”

Glumly, you said, “They left.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“First move goes to Fred!” Fred crowed gleefully as he placed an X right at the center of your little tic-tac-toe board.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It shouldn’t count. You were dragged out like a dying seal.”

“Doesn’t matter how it happened,” Fred countered. He fell back onto your bed. Running his hand through his hair, he mused, “Now, let’s see, what shall I have you do when I win?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” you said, still annoyed.

Fred looked over at you and shot you an easy grin. “Sour grapes already? Boy, are you a sore loser.”

“I’m not sore and I’m not a loser,” you fired back. “I just don’t see what the point of you running your stupid little brain is, when I’m going to win anyways.”

“It’s just part of the fun, innit?” Fred said, now grinning even more cheekily at you. “I can imagine you however I like…” He closed his eyes. Imagining you, he moaned softly.

You scoffed.

Fred smirked. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Good girl, you know what I want already, even without me telling you.” 

“No,” you said stoutly. “Rather, I know how simple-minded you are, and how crass, and how - ”

While you were speaking, you had slowly wandered over to the bed and were now standing at the edge of the bed. Fred, still keeping his eyes closed, suddenly lifted one leg and tripped you. You fell right onto the bed, with a surprised shriek.

Fred grabbed you by the shoulders, and pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you hungrily, making your lips part with his own and swallowing your fevered gasp. His hands roamed all over your body at once, making you go all soft and flushed for him.

“F-Fred…” you moaned softly, almost whining as he bit your lower lip and tugged playfully.

“I bet your plans for me are just as crass,” Fred whispered accusingly. “So, who are you to go calling me simple-minded and all that? Huh?”

“Well, but it’s true – mmm…” You felt Fred’s mouth push roughly against yours again, and his hands slipped under your shirt. His hands warmed up your tummy quickly and then, Fred groped your breasts adoringly, if not a little impatiently. Meanwhile, you had your hands wrapped around his slender neck and while you weren’t choking him, you reveled in being able to keep your hands there, slotted against his neck, keeping him warm while being able to hold onto him.

The two of you became lost in kissing each other for a long moment.

However, when Fred pulled away to catch his breath, you managed to whisper, “I’ve given it a lot of thought, Fred. If I win, I’m going to make you…”

“What?” Fred asked breathlessly.

“…Study.”

“What?” The romantic, heated atmosphere broke entirely as Fred sat up indignantly. “You’re going to make me what?”

Your lips, now flushed pink from kissing Fred, spread into a wicked little smile. You remained lying down, but your eyes slipped down and you gazed at Fred through half-lidded eyes as you whispered, seductively (and sardonically), “Study, Fred.”

Fred scoffed. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Mm,” you agreed lightly. You shifted over so that you could slip your head into his lap.

Fred only scowled at you.

“Fred,” you whispered, staring up at his ugly, immature expression in secret joy.

Fred ignored you.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Fred…”

Still nothing.

“I said I wasn’t sore yet…” Staring up into his eyes and slowly reaching out to pull at the end of his tie, you asked him in a gentle and honest voice, “I have to go and patrol the halls in an hour. Before then – could you maybe make me sore?”

Fwump.

You half-gasped and half-giggled as Fred roughly threw you over onto the bed and leaned over you.

“For Merlin’s sake, will you ever put me down nicely?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled, as he went to unzip his pants at once.

“Mm, nice growl, puppy,” you cooed. “And come closer, I want to rip off all your buttons.” You reached up and flexed your hands and grinned up at him.

Fred muttered, “Hellcat,” but he did as you asked, leaning down a little so that you could have your fill of happiness.

As you ripped off his tie, which was in the way, you remarked, “Fred, you’ve tied your tie all wrong.”

“I’ve tied it this way all my life.”

“Well, it’s wrong. Why didn’t you listen to your mum when she taught you?”

Fred grumbled, “How did you know my mum taught me?”

“Of course she did,” you said knowingly. “Your mum is wonderful, Fred. It’s you who’s the problem.”

Fred rolled his eyes as you made short work of his tie and shirt, throwing them off merrily across the room, and then you reveled in the sweet happiness of sinking your nails into his handsome chest.

Fred watched you merrily marking up his chest with kisses, bites, and scratches. As you let out little purrs and happy growls, he shook his head and murmured, “Seriously so weird.”

However, as you sucked at Fred’s chest, you were slowly undressing yourself – until your shirt fell open, revealing your shape and your cute little bra, a pretty lavender thing that pushed up your breasts just enough that you knew it would drive Fred crazy.

Sure enough, Fred changed his tune quite quickly. His eyes widened and he said hurriedly, “But fuck, it’s fine, baby, when you look like that…”

Fred made to touch you, clearly meaning to rip off your bra so that he could ravish your breasts. But you caught his hand in yours. Looking up at him, you whispered, “No. No touch.”

Fred made a face. “Again?”

“Well…” You slowly brought Fred’s hand to your lips. “I get to touch you first.” You opened your mouth just enough to let his finger slip into your mouth. Then, you sucked. “Mmpfh…”

Fred let out a breath. He swore that you had the prettiest eyes, and when you were looking up at him like that, with his finger in your mouth, in between your soft, pink lips… His own  mouth fell open slightly and he watched you rather dumbly.   

You smirked slightly. Speechless already?

As you sucked on his finger, you gave him your orders, only you masked them as soft and sweet requests. You whispered lowly, “Be a good boy and slowly reach into your pants. Now, stroke yourself. Make yourself nice and hard for me. Yes, for me.” Your voice accidentally slipped into a more aggressive tone towards the end, as you felt yourself getting quite excited.

Fred, whose eyes had slipped shut as he slowly pleasured himself to the sound of your voice, paused. He blinked.

You distracted him quickly, sucking on his finger once again and whispering softly, “Mm… Yes, like that… Get yourself allready for me. Show me how much you want me.”

Now panting slightly, Fred gripped his cock and pumped up and down quickly, getting himself all hard for you. His cute face was starting to get all red.

You held back a giggle as put on your softest voice, to ask him, “Tell me the truth: Are you thinking of me?”

Fred nodded – but it was a casual, brief nod.

“You are? You’re thinking of me?”

Fred nodded again – too quickly for your taste.

“And nothing but me?” you pressed.

Fred groaned, as he pumped his cock in his hand, but he nodded again, and more earnestly this time.

“Yeah?” you said, slowly and subtly encouraging him. “Are you picturing how you’re going to take me? How you’re going to make love to me? How you’re going to fuck me until you make me yours?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Fred huffed out, now fisting his cock furiously. “Gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You’re gonna be mine.” His voice became a deep growl on the last word.

“Mmm. And you’re going to cum in me, aren’t you?”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna cum hard in your pussy,” Fred moaned, now nodding non-stop.

“Okay,” you whispered softly. “I’d say you deserve some pussy now. Yes?”

“Yes,” Fred stressed, impatient. He opened his eyes and stared at you hungrily, his pupils blown wide with lust. He croaked out, “Now. Please.”

You smiled. “All right.” You slowly stripped your skirt off. As you did, you murmured, “Fred, you’re so gorgeous. Did you know that? I think you’re so handsome when you’re all flushed for me.”

“You do…?” Fred whispered, and his voice was hoarse. He watched you as you tossed your skirt to the side.

“Of course,” you said soothingly. Next, you slipped your fingers under the tiny slips of fabric lying over your hips and began to shimmy your panties down, little by little, until you revealed that you were wearing your little heart butt plug for him again.

Fred moaned audibly when he saw your little plug.

You lifted your legs a little, to show it off, and as you did, you whispered tellingly, “Oh, and Fred? I was wearing this all day today. Do you know why?”

Fred stared at your cute little ass and plug. Rather foolishly, he blurted out, “No.”

“Because I missed you,” you confessed. “As soon as I came back, I put my plug in, because it means that I’m… yours.”

“You’re mine? That’s what it means?” Fred reached out and pressed his finger against the plug.

“Ah…” You breathed out softly. “Yes, Fred…”

“Fuck,” Fred muttered, “that’s cute as hell.”  

You let one of your hands fall on top of his knee and you gently stroked his knee as you murmured, in a sweet, low voice, “Now, come here.” As you spoke, you opened up your legs, to make room for Fred. The heart-shaped nestled between in your pert ass glittered in the light as you pushed your thighs apart.

Fred kept staring at that little heart, until his mouth fell open.

Godric, he looks like such an idiot, you thought lovingly. Oh, Fred. You tapped on his knee again, to wake him up. “What are you doing? Come be with me.”

Fred shuffled forward on his knees. You nearly laughed out loud at how awkward he looked. He almost looks shy, you thought, and you felt so very fond of this sweet, naïve version of Fred.

However, when Fred was closer, he had no hesitation whatsoever in spreading his large, warm hands on your thighs and pinning them down immediately against the bed. Your breath escaped you as you suddenly felt yourself being held down against the bed.

Ah, traitor, you thought in your head, he always does this. He looks all pathetic and pitiful, and then as soon as he’s close enough to take control, he suddenly does his damned best to do so.

With your thighs so obviously split open by Fred, now your pussy was there for Fred to see – already glistening and all pink and – and – You felt embarrassed for a split second and nearly covered yourself with your hands. But you caught yourself and whispered in your head, Don’t get carried away now.

Sure enough, Fred said knowingly, “Well, look at that. Wet already? You little slut. You did miss me.”

You scowled slightly.

Fred smirked. “And here you were, making me think that I needed you more than you needed me, and that your little ‘plug’ speech was just so you could use me to get yours.”

You muttered, “Who said anything about needing anyone? Now, get on with it.”

“Godric, look at you, getting all shy.” Fred was fully teasing you now.

You glared at Fred, and he grinned back. He said cheekily, “You nearly got me, love. Nearly. But now I know. You weren’t just luring me in and playing me like a chump. No, you meant every word of what you said, didn’t you? I mean – look at you, laid out in bed like this, dressed up in some fancy new lingerie, (Fred tugged at the strap of your bra, and you indignantly pushed his hand away) wearing your cute little heart plug (Fred pressed it again, making you suddenly moan rather too softly for your taste), and with your pussy all wet for me (Fred touched you between your legs, pressing his fingers right up against your pussy, and you hurriedly grabbed his hand and stared up at him with desperate, wanting eyes). Merlin, you need me. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Telling me that you need me bad.”  

A wicked glint appeared in your eye. However, you pretended to relent. “Sure, Fred. I’m wet for you. I told you, you look so handsome. I can’t help myself – when you’re in bed with me, I get all wet.”

Fred suddenly sat up a little taller, with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out slightly.

Oh, look at him, all proud of himself, you snickered in your head. He’s so cute. You reached down and gently grasped his cock in your hand. It’s like he doesn’t remember what a whiny little puppy he becomes as soon as he’s inside me. Well, I can remind him of that.

Fred hissed slightly, as you let your hand run up and down his length. Slowly, you guided Fred’s cock to your pussy and slid the tip of his cock up and down against your wet slit. “‘I’m a complete, heartbroken slut for you. Is that what you want to hear?” You grasped his cock harder and jerked your hand up and down as you whispered rapidly – “Sir?”

“Fuck,” Fred moaned, and his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist and he squeezed your waist, making you suddenly huff.

“Fuck,” Fred repeated. “Call me that again, baby. And hold still – ‘cause I’m - ” His voice gave out, and he huffed heavily as he suddenly felt all worked up over hearing you confess how much you wanted him and hearing you call him ‘sir.’

You nearly slipped and gave into your desire in that moment, which was to push Fred’s cock inside of you as fast as you could, because Merlin knew that that was what you wanted. You were a slut for him. But you made yourself stop, with Fred’s cock barely pressed to your pussyhole, and you murmured quietly, “But you ought to know one thing, sir -”

“W-What’s that?” Fred panted out.

You toyed with Fred’s cock, rubbing it against your pussyhole gently, but never letting him slip inside. “No matter how much I need you, you’re always going to need me more.”

“Well, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Fred protested, even as he squirmed with how badly he wanted to be inside you now. “I’d like to – baby, please, just put it in – to think we’re even.”

“Even?” You slowly shook your head up at him. “No, we’re not even.”

“Damn it, are you trying to be mean again?” Fred huffed out, with his hands in fists now as you kept dragging the tip of his cock up and down your pussyhole, without actually taking him in.

“I’m never mean.”

“You are, and if you can’t see it – baby, for fuck’s sake, take me in – if you – uhn – if you can’t see it, it’s only because it’s your default.”

“No,” you corrected him, speaking softly. “If you think I’m mean, it’s only because you’re being stupid, Fred.”

“I’m not stupid,” Fred said at once, sounding almost sullen.

“Well, then, willfully ignorant, which is worse,” you said flippantly. “But I’ll show you.”

“Show me what?” Fred said, now getting quite annoyed with you.

You stroked Fred’s cock in your hand again, as you answered, “How badly you need me.”

Fred groaned. Your hand felt so good wrapped around his cock, but he knew that your pussy would feel even better. Merlin, why isn’t she taking me in? I need to be inside her. Just look at her little pussy, all wet and waiting. Fuck, please!

“Just – Just – Can’t we do that some other time?” Fred huffed, trying desperately to swallow down his impatience.

However, you added fuel to the fire by looking up at him and innocently shaking your head. “Can’t, Fred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “Now’s the only convenient time. See, unlike you, I have real tasks to attend to after I play with you. I’ve got to go study, for one, and then I have prefect duties, and then I have to fold my laundry – and I like to line up all my socks before I roll them up all daintily with my hands - ”

Fred growled, “Listen here, you – you demon - ” But just then, you pushed in simply the tip of his cock inside of you.

Mmm, you moaned in your head.

Fred let out a soft whimper and he shook his head, completely disarmed by how good you felt squeezing around his cock, even if it was just the tip.

“Uhn…” Fred breathed out. “Mmm, yeah. Now deeper, baby, c’mon.”

“Fred, say you need me,” you whispered enticingly. “And mean it.”

Fred let out a pained groan. “S-Stop teasing me.”

But you shifted upwards, and you let the tip of Fred’s cock slip out of your pussy.

Fred groaned. “Baby, where are you going? C’mon, please - ”

You shook your head up at him. “First, admit how much you need me - ”

“All right, fine, I need you , I really fucking need you,” he suddenly reeled out. “C’mon – fuck – stop teasing me.”

You checked your grin as you replied, in a voice as light and soft as feathers, and in a tone that seemed so regretful, “Oh, Fred, you were so close, but you just weren’t sincere enough - ”

“Bloody hell!” Fred cursed at you. “What’s your prob - ?”

You put your finger up to his mouth, cutting him off. “Shush, no cursing.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fred was nearly shaking all over, and his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

You pretended not to notice as you sighed and said, in a disappointed voice, “Can’t pay attention, I see. Can’t even give his girlfriend ten seconds of his focus.”

“I swear to God - ” Fred growled, but you only smushed your hand against his mouth again, and more definitely this time.

“Dwevil,” Fred protested, against you and your hand.

“Fine. I’ll make my point another way.” You locked eyes with Fred and smiled pleasantly at him. "I was going to let you have me for as long as you wanted tonight, but I changed my mind." Then, you announced, in a voice that promised pleasure that was to die for, “I’m going to make you cum in three minutes, Fred Weasley."

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NSFW Poly Fred and George

What a NSFW poly relationship with Fred and George would include:

_______ *WARNING SMUT*

- As if y'all horny ass hoes haven't read every paris fic out there and know exactly where this is going.

- That's... that's where this is going. Paris.

- They won't kiss/fuck each other but they love to fuck you at the same time. Multiple times in a row.

- Unless it's a quickie, if you guys fuck you have multiple rounds. These men are insatiable.

- Because they act like literal children, it is safe to assume they never grew out of the "putting everything in their mouths" phase. They love to kiss you and suck on everything that they can reach with their mouths.

- This means hickeys: everywhere.

- Choking. Those hands don't just look talented if you know what I mean. They know how much you love their hands and love to choke you during sex.

- I hate to say it but... I think they would both have a daddy kink. Like legitimately, if you slip up and don't call them daddy during sex they will spank you as punishment.

- Also, because they are Weasley men, they have breeding kinks. This is a large part of the reasoning behind multiple rounds. Also cockwarming, cuming in you, and plugs.

- Being woken up in the morning by whichever one is spooning you from behind slipping their cock inside you and just holding it there. Not fucking you. Just using you to warm their cock cause they felt like it.

- Pulling you into some random hallway to fuck you because they got impatient. Trying their hardest to make you moan, while you try your hardest to stay silent.

- Getting really aggressive whenever they lose a match, and taking their anger out on you but like in a sexy way. Fucking your mouth, rough sex (probably taking turnes: face down, ass up), spanking, tons of degradation.

- They both have a thing for body worship. Both ways. Whenever they're in a good mood (after a successful prank or a good day at the shop) they love to kiss you all over, stroking every inch of skin they can reach and telling you how beautiful/handsome/preferred you are.

- And whenever they're in a different kind of good mood (usually after a win of some kind: landed a business deal or won a quidditch game) just leaning back and letting you do all the work as you ride them, praising them for how good they feel.

- ... for you secure bitches out there: pegging.

- They both would love it when, on days when they just don't really feel all that dominant, you taking control: pushing them down, ordering them around, pegging, spanking, choking, hair pulling, (consensual) scratching/hickies/bruises.

- Speaking of (consensual) scratching/hickies/bruises: they would absolutely show them off in the gryffindor locker room.

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➳it's good to see you again ♡ ☾

in which y/n l/n comes home from a 2 year long mission to subdue the rest of the escaped death eaters and meets her best friend, fred weasley, yet again.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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ft. angelina and george

it's been a long day without you, my friend

and i'll tell you all about it when i see you again

it's good to see you again

y/n was sitting comfortably in the backseat of george's fancy car, earphones plugged in and listening to a song to drown out the sound of angelina and george talking about something they had seen on the news. her head was leaning against the window, her eyes drinking in the familiar view of london in nostalgia. it hurt her that she wasn't the only person who would see the beautiful city she'd known from the very beginning. and she missed it. angelina and george had picked her up from the quarantine centre after she had made a trip to albania for a couple of years with the rest of her auror unit to imprison the remaining death eaters. albania had recently acquired many cases of dragonpox, and so all the unit members had to isolate in a little hotel by the edge of italy. it had been a few weeks since the start of the quarantine and now she was zooming along a british highway, ever so keen to see her friends and family again. and fred. fred was her best friend. they had been since 5th year. perhaps she was harbouring feelings for him, perhaps she wasn't. and here she sat, curled up and watching the views, trying to decipher whether or not he'd be different. he had survived the war just barely. it would be acceptable for him to change. did he still have the millions of freckles dotted along his face? her face flushed just thinking about it. bringing her hands up to her cheeks she shook her head. chile, y/n, he probably has a girlfriend. it's been two years, and he didn't like you two years ago, he won't like you now. the thought alone made her frown. "what's got you blushing and frowning like mad?" angelina looked at her through the mirror in the front of the car. george whispered something in her ear and she giggled. "y/n, is this possibly about a certain fred weasley?" her eyes widened. "nope, not at all." "really? so you were definitely not thinking about the amount of freckles my twin has on his face? hmm?" "no! george, seriously?" she stuck my tongue out at him. "or his ginger hair?" angelina added. "no! you guys are idiots!" she folded her arms. "and she's blushing again," angelina sniggered. "stop!" "it's okay, he blushes about you way more," george laughed, eyes on the road. "stop, stop, stop!!!!!" "it is true." "no it isn't, okay? erm, i don't like him, he doesn't like me. we're best friends. you guys are gross." she resumed looking out the window, shaking her head. they had reached a pretty big house with two levels, with large windows that y/n would absolutely die to have and cute little bricks sticking out. "what? i thought we were going back to my parent's house?" "you wish." "who are we visiting?" "oh just a person i know from work," angelina said with a twinkle in her eyes. "okay. did we bring anything?" "just you," she replied, "me and george are heading back to our place. your stuffs at your parents." george nodded. y/n frowned, "okay." she bounded up to the door and knocked a couple of times. the door opened and she immediately began babbling off a greeting and an introduction without looking at the person. "i'm y/n l/n, and i understand you're from angie's work! it's nice to meet yo-" her eyes were met by chocolate brown ones, framed by so many freckles. fred lived in this place? "it's good to see you again, miss y/n l/n," he grinned and oh my oh my, y/n felt her heart skipping beats all over again. fred was worried when there was silence, but he was pleasantly surprised when he felt arms wrap as much as they could around his waist. true to his nature, his cheeks turned as red as his hair. he breathed in the smell of her hair, the smell of her and oh he had missed her so much. "i missed you a lot," he mumbled, tightening his grip around her, "so so so so so much." "me too, freddie," there that nickname was, and it made him possibly weak at how pretty she was and how pretty her voice was. when she let go, he almost felt empty, and so he snaked an arm around her waist. "your place is so beautiful, freddie!" his secret was that he had bought it hoping that she would

live with him. he knew she loved beautiful windows and bay windows and balconies. "not as beautiful as you, lovely." and his eyes were graced by her flustered expression, her cheeks tinted the most delightful shade of pink. "but the windows! gosh they're pretty." "wanna live with me?" he dropped the question ever so casually. "are you sure? i've got an apartment set up and all so it's no big deal-" "no. i want you to live with me." "then your wish is my command, i guess. i don't have much stuff though." "that's fine! i knew you would say yes so i got a bedroom ready for you." she hesitated. fred looked at her. "is everything okay?" "i-i don't want you to think that i'm best friends with you because you're rich or whatever and i feel like i'm taking advantage of your richness and it's not right?" "you're not, okay?" she nodded, still hesitating a little bit. "if you really feel bad you can come visit me and george in the shop and do some type of customer service. you'll be paid." "am i paying rent if i live here?" she asked. "no, y/n, i own this place." "don't you pay land tax?" "yeah, but it's not that much." "nope, i'm paying rent or you're not paying me for the shifts i do. or both. take your pick." "i won't pay you for the shifts. is this really a big deal?" "yes it is! it's money and morals. that's a very big deal." "okay, fair." "gimme a list of all my shifts please." "nah, you pop in whenever you can." "okay, when's rush hour?" "hogsmeade weekends and thursdays." ☆ it was night. y/n couldn't sleep at all. she was lying in the insanely boujee king sized bed and the insanely comfortable sheets, and she still couldn't fathom why she couldn't sleep. maybe it was because she always slept with one eye open in albania. habit. so she was just sitting in her bed, looking around the room. she was tired, but she couldn't be untired. and it would be selfish to disturb fred. but he had said his door was always open. so she crept out and made her way through the corridors, finally stopping at a door which she hoped was fred's bedroom. it was half ajar, so she peeked her head around it. he was asleep, a very thin blanket draped carelessly around his body, his ginger hair messy and his chest rising with every peaceful breath he took. his room was big and simple, cluttered in the most fred way. she approached him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. "freddie??" he opened his eyes drowsily, "mmm?" "i can't sleep." "'ave you tried countin' broomst'cks?" "i can't sleep." "'kay," he pulled her into his bed, wrapping his arms around y/n and tucking most of the gryffindor red blanket under her chin. it smelled like him, "this 'kay?" fred was shirtless. y/n was blushing. "yeah." "mm, have a good night, okay? i'm here, you're safe." y/n nodded, feeling the most comfortable she had in two whole years, cuddling up to his chest as she fell into sleep. sleep. she hadn't properly slept in two whole years. every night would be spent either patrolling or anxiously preparing for the next day. when she did get some shut-eye, it was broken and restless. but her dreams were stopped with visions of terrifying death eaters casting sectumsempra onto the auror unit. she felt the pain she had endured through a long time ago. it left a scar on her back and imprints in her mind. it was impossible to forget. she remembered yelling as she saw another auror drop dead. running, running out of the hellhole of the death eater's base. "y/n, y/n," fred was shaking her awake. she was shaking, tears were running down her face. she fervently apologised to him. "don't say sorry, lovely," he wiped the tears off of her face, "what was your dream about?" "t-the mission, the death eaters w-were cutting people up and they got me." "oh darling, why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked gently, cradling her head to his chest. "it, it comes out at the worst times." "well you're not in albania anymore, okay, love? you're here, in london, and you're safe. you're okay, you're fine." she nodded, "sorry." "don't you dare,

it isn't your fault. sleep, okay? i'll wait for you to go to sleep before i do, yeah?" she nodded. her head fell onto his chest and fred traced gentle patterns on her back, whispering small nothings in her ear. for the first time, it seemed like fred could watch her without repercussions. even with her tear-stained cheeks and wild hair, she was beautiful. and when he had stayed up for hours into the night and morning for this girl, this was when he realised. he would do anything for her. he loved her.

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— harry potter headcanons 𐐪𐑂

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* means smut

ron weasley

in which ron has a shy gf

in which the weasley brothers love thick girls *

in which ron is a golden retriever boyfriend

in which ron is a soft boyfriend

in which ron is a god in bed *

in which the weasley brothers find out you want all of them *

in which there’s a lot of stoner!ron *

in which there’s boxer!ron and nurse!reader

in which fwb!ron only confesses his love when he’s drunk

in which the ron aus respond to “what color should i paint my nails?”

in which you ask fwb!ron to tell you he loves you *

in which there’s a lot of hockey player!ron and figure skater!reader

bill weasley

in which the weasley brothers love thick girls *

in which the weasley brothers find out you want all of them *

charlie weasley

in which the weasley brothers love thick girls *

in which the weasley brothers find out you want all of them *

fred weasley

in which the weasley brothers love thick girls *

in which the weasley brothers find out you want all of them *

george weasley

in which the weasley brothers love thick girls *

in which the weasley brothers find out you want all of them *

harry potter

in which you’re clingy after the triwizard tournament

in which harry is touch starved

in which you shower with harry

in which there’s pretty boy potter in the triwizard tournament *

in which pretty boy potter has a girl with an oral fixation

in which pretty boy potter’s girl has an oral fixation part two

in which pretty boy potter punishes you because his friends lied *

in which pretty boy potter finds out that his friends lied

poly!dron

in which we explore their relationship dynamic *

in which there’s breeding and plugging *

poly!rarry

in which ron punishes you cus hermione lied *

in which ron finds out hermione lied

remus lupin

in which there’s bff!stalker!remus *