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Ron Weasley x Reader: The Silent Slytherin's Stand

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of language. This one is a little bit longer than usual. I got carried away when writing.

The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry bustled with activity as students hurried to their classes. Among the sea of robes, a figure quietly moved down the hallway. She did almost everything she could to avoid attention and remain invisible amongst her peers.

(y/n) Rosendale was an extremely reserved and introverted Slythein who came from a well-known Slytherin family. Despite coming from an affluent family in the wizarding world, she had absolutely no interest in flaunting her lineage or acting stuck up like some of her other housemates.

Her three older siblings had come through Hogwarts years prior and each made a name for themselves. Growing up with three sociable and extroverted siblings, it was hard for (y/n) to make a name for herself. Entering her sixth year, this was the first time that she would be at Hogwarts without someone at the school that she would be compared to.

Upon her arrival, her professors expected nothing but greatness from her. Even though she was on the quieter side, she excelled in her classes and that was all her parents could ask for.

(y/n)’s reserved nature caught the attention of the youngest Weasley boy. Ron had always found her beautiful, but he never mustered the courage to confess his feelings. Back in their fourth year, he contemplated asking (y/n) to the Yule Ball, but Hermione Granger, his ever-logical and cautious friend, had talked him out of it.

Hermione found a book on (y/n)’s lineage and showed it to Ron. Someone coming from that type of family would instantly turn Ron down. She ended up going to the ball with someone from Durmstrang. The whole night Ron couldn’t keep his eyes off (y/n) as she danced the night away with him.

He had never seen her act like that before. It was clear that (y/n) had been classically trained in dancing which wasn’t a surprise at all. Seeing her so carefree only made Ron want to know more. He just didn’t know how to go about it.

When she was alone, (y/n) spent most of her alone time immersed in her two favorite subjects: Potions and Herbology. The quiet atmosphere of the greenhouse and the cauldron’s gentle bubbling provided solace and comfort to the introvert.

She found joy in the precise measurements, the delicate stirring, and the intoxicating scents that filled the air. (y/n)’s potions were always impeccable, and her hydrological knowledge surpassed even some of the most seasoned witches and wizards.

One evening, Ron found himself serving detention under the watchful eye of Professor Snape. Even though Snape wasn’t teaching Potions this term, his detention spot was still in the Slytherin dungeon. The dungeons were usually cold and foreboding, however, it seemed less intimidating with (y/n)’s presence in the back of the room.

Snape had known (y/n) ever since she was a baby. There were several complications when she was born and a lot of the potions that he provided her helped strengthen her. The two of them were close and she looked at him like an uncle. He liked having her in the dungeon with him. The two of them just existed in comforting silence working on whatever they felt like in the moment. When Snape stepped out of the room, the opportunity arose for Ron to strike up a conversation with her.

“Hey (y/n).” He called out trying not to sound too nervous. Ron wanted to walk over to where she was, but he didn’t know how long Professor Snape was going to be gone. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to come back and he was looking over the shoulder of his favorite student. That would get him detention for the rest of the year. “Are you working on something interesting?”

“Oh, um, I’m just experimenting with a love potion. Research purposes only.” She looked up from the brewing potion to meet Ron’s soft gaze. He blushed slightly.

“Aren’t those banned here?” He raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Yes. But like I said, they’re just for research purposes.”

“Huh. I’ve always wondered if those things really work.” His curiosity has peaked now.

“They can be quite potent if brewed correctly. I can’t promise that someone will fall in love with you. Smitten may be a better word to use. I’m not an amateur potion maker Ron. I usually sell them. And some herbal remedies from well. But please don’t mention anything to Snape.”

“Like hell I would mention anything to him. I don’t think you could do anything wrong in his eyes though.” Ron chuckled. “But why keep it a secret? Isn’t he your uncle or something?”

“Yeah something like that.” (y/n) giggled glancing up at Ron and then back down at her potion. “I just don’t want him interfering or asking questions. It’s a personal endeavor of mine.”

Over the next couple of weeks, Ron and (y/n) grew closer. They would meet almost every night at the Astronomy Tower. The tower provided a secluded haven where they would speak privately without any prying eyes.

Their conversations ranged from trivial matters to deeper thoughts and dreams. Ron discovered that beneath his new friend's quiet exterior, there was a passionate and talented witch that just wanted someone to listen. Someone who would be patient enough to let her speak. Someone who wouldn’t look at her quietness as a weakness, but rather a strength.

One day, the tranquility of their nightly meetings was interrupted when Draco Malfoy mustered up the courage to ask (y/n) out. She politely declined and began to explain to him that she was already seeing someone else.

Ron felt his face immediately heat up when he overheard the exchange. She had to be talking about him, right?

Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Hermione was staring at him with a shocked look on her face.

Draco being the arrogant prick that he was, refused to take no for an answer. He made a big scene, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Are you turning me down for a fucking Weasley?” Draco sneered. His face was contorted with disgust. “I heard the rumors, but I knew there was no way in hell you would be caught dead with a Weasley.”

The Great Hall fell into a hushed silence as Draco Malfoy’s words echoed through the room. All eyes were now on (y/n), the usually reserved Slytherin who rarely spoke above a whisper. She was feeling a sense of embarrassment and anger as Draco’s derogatory remarks lingered in the air.

“Draco please stop making a scene.” The girl was practically pleading with her housemate. She hated all this attention. “It’s none of your business who I choose to be with.”

“Your father would be ashamed if he found out not only his youngest daughter but his pride and joy was messing around with a Weasley. They’re blood traitors. And you’re more than a disappointment to the Slytherin and Rosendale name.”

His words cut deep, but something ignited within (y/n). There had been words that she swallowed for a long time and now they were bubbling to the surface. In a sudden surge of emotions and courage, she found her voice. And it was stronger and fiercer than ever before.

“Enough, Draco.” Her voice rang all throughout the Great Hall. The clarity and strength shocked everyone, even Draco. He took a step back. “You don’t know anything about me. Not once have you ever sat down and really tried to get to know me. You just like the last name. You don’t know the Weasleys either. They are loyal, brave, and compassionate. They have qualities that you can’t even fathom. As far as the Slytherin name, it doesn’t define who I am or what I believe in. I refuse to be bound by the narrow-mindedness of pure-blood supremacy. And don’t you ever bring my family name into this. You and I both know the name goes back before yours. Lucius Malfoy couldn’t dream up a lineage like mine no matter how hard he tried.”

The Great Hall let her words sink in for a moment before erupting into whispers and murmurs as the students tried to process what was happening. Draco stood momentarily speechless. (y/n) knew a retort was coming, so before that could happen, she turned on her heels and fled from the Great Hall. The weight of her own words and unleaded emotions had overwhelmed her. She fled to the one place where she could seek refuge.

Ron Weasley had witnessed the entire confrontation and was astounded by (y/n)’s fierce defense of his family. He had always admired her quiet strength, but this new side of her left him in awe. He wanted to offer his support and he had a feeling where she would take off to.

He followed her down the stairs and into the dungeon. She was hunched over a cauldron and Ron let her do her thing for a minute just sitting beside her. He would allow her to take all the time she needed to gather herself.

“What are you making?” Ron asked after a while of sitting in silence.

“Death Potion.” (y/n) responded without missing a beat causing Ron’s throat to get dry and he swallowed.

“Are you going to give it to Draco?”

“I’m kidding.” She offered him a weak smile. “It’s just the Draught of Peace. I’m sorry for causing a scene back there. That was completely out of character for me. I didn’t mean for things to escalate or for your family to be brought into something like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize (y/n). You didn’t do anything wrong. You stood up for what you believed in and I’m grateful for that.”

“Of course, I would stand up for you Ron.” She signed before walking over to one of the cupboards and pulling out a couple of ingredients. “You’re one of the very few people in this castle who has ever taken any interest in me. You saw beyond the quiet exterior and I appreciate it. Thank you.”

(y/n) stood there for a moment debating if her next move would be completely out of pocket, but she thought about all the negative outcomes and just did it. She turned toward Ron who was standing beside her peering down at her potion with a hint of curiosity. She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

Ron stood there for a moment trying to process what was happening. When he realized that (y/n) was hugging him, he instantly relaxed and wrapped his long slender arms around her. Both of them were in desperate need of some physical contact. Standing here in each other’s embrace carried a sense of comfort and understanding for the two of them. Without really wanting to, (y/n) was the first to pull away. She looked up into Ron’s freckled face.

“You don’t have to thank me (y/n),” Ron said softly. “I’ve always seen you. Even when you thought no one did. You’re brilliant, kind, and more than deserving of attention. Just because you’re on the quieter side, that doesn’t make you any less important. To me, it makes you more intriguing.”

Hearing that someone genuinely appreciated her was a mix of overwhelming and heartwarming. She had spent so much time hidden in the shadows of her older siblings that it was nice for someone to take notice of the real her. Tears started welling up in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and relief. She never had anyone like Ron in her life before. Sure her older siblings had been understanding and easy to talk to. But it was hard for them to relate to what she was going through.

As the months went by, Ron and (y/n) continued to meet in the Astronomy Tower. Their conversations started getting deeper than ever before. (y/n) could sit and listen to Ron talk for hours about his adventures with Harry and Hermione. He started during their first year when they came face to face with a giant game of chess looking for the Sorcerer’s Stone and then helping Harry get through the Triwizard Tournament.

Over time Ron started to realize that he and (y/n) were more alike than he would have ever thought. The two of them were overshadowed by older siblings. People thought they knew who they were before getting to know them because of their last names. All they wanted was for someone to see them for who they really were. Maybe just spend some time talking to them and getting to know the person they were beyond the last name or the siblings.

She often felt like her ambitions in the realm of potions and herbology failed in comparison to the things Ron would talk about. However, Ron found himself hanging on to every single word she said.

(y/n) could read him A History of Magic and he would just sit there without even speaking. She would share stories of her experiments and her desire to help others through her creations. Ron would often joke that they could’ve used her during their second year when creating that polyjuice potion.

“Have you ever thought about pursuing a career in potions or healing? I’m sure you could make a real difference?” Ron asked one random afternoon. The two of them were sitting out by the Black Lake together. News about their relationship had traveled so it wasn’t really a secret anymore.

People weren’t sure if they were dating or just really close friends. The two of them didn’t even know the answer to that question.

“I’ve thought about it. I mentioned it to my parents, but I don’t think they see it as a career field they’d like me to go in.” (y/n) had always wanted to contribute to the magical world through her potions.

“You are so talented. Don’t let anyone hold you back from your dreams.” Ron’s voice was filled with convocation. This was someone he wanted so badly to succeed. Ron really saw her as someone with dreams and aspirations, but not some stuck-up Slytherin who nobody wanted to be around. “There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

“What is it, Ron?”

After spending countless hours together, Ron knew that his feelings toward (y/n) were real. They were real feelings that he couldn’t keep to himself. He expressed these feelings to Harry and he told him to just tell (y/n). They talked about so many things that nothing was off the table. So why should this be? Even if (y/n) didn’t feel the same way, he liked to think that they could still be friends.

“So uh, I’m just going to come out and say it. You aren’t just someone that I admire. I’ve fallen for you. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you and I’m really hoping this doesn’t change anything between us if you don’t feel the same way. You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.”

“Ron. I feel the exact same way.” (y/n) was grinning ear to ear.

“Wait really?” Ron’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was new to him. He was not used to getting the girls he wanted. They always went for the famous Harry Potter or his hilarious older brothers.

“Of course. You’re amazing Ron and I thought I made that known when I told Draco that I was seeing someone.”

“I thought you were just trying to get him off your case.” Ron chucked. “I didn’t realize you were referring to me. Well in that case, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” (y/n) happily agreed.

Time seemed to stand still as Ron closed the distance between them. Their lips meet in a sweet kiss and the world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment.

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rotten1angel · 3 months

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🎧 your star — request a character & a song and i’ll come up with a lil blurb 4 u

omg ron (obvs he's lit my bfie) and uhhh uhhhhh how you get the girl (tv) by taylor swift <3

how you get the girl / r. weasley

ron weasley x fem!reader

0.3k words

summary - ron flies to your house during the summer after you ended the school year with an argument.

authors note & warnings: slightly weird phrasing of stuff, based on how you get the girl by mother taylor, i think that's it, lmk!

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you opened your door to see a soaked ron weasley standing on your family’s doorstep. the rain coated his red hair, dark from the moisture. he’s breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.

“ron?” is all you can muster out, the two of you having had an argument before summer break started, about a month ago, and not seeing nor speaking to each other since.

“are you insane? did you fly here?” you begin to scrutinize, seeing his broom laying on the road in front of your house. “get inside.”

you drag him in by his soaked jacket sleeve, shutting the door behind him as he drips onto your welcome mat.

“(y/n), listen—“ he starts before you walk away to grab a towel, you grab the biggest one and quickly wrap him in it. your hands move to cup his cheeks before your lips place a gentle but firm kiss on his forehead.

“i missed you, i overreacted about the whole thing and—“

“no, (y/n), listen to me, please.” he starts as he moves to grab your wrists then sliding down to hold your hands. “i want you so much, for better or for worse. i would wait an eternity for you to forgive me but i needed to see you.” he rushes out.

you stay silent, partly stunned at his words. “i had to have lost my mind to let you walk away from that argument hurt.”

you look down at his feet, his hands move to cup your cheeks and lift your chin back up to face his pleading stare. “i’ll put it back together, i promise.”

you crumble into him, your arms circling his waist as his, bulging in his sweater, wrap around your neck. You tuck your head into his chest as you mumble, “you’re forgiven.”

and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl (back).

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ peace - r.w ♡

i'm excited for christmas

ron weasley x reader, gender neutral reader, house neutral reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is tired, nightmare, nervous skin picking, swears

you have a 'nightmare' and seek out your boyfriend

your legs swung, not touching the floor beneath the bathroom counter, as you bit into your nails nervously. the dark seemed to be adhesive, and you couldn't shake your unease.

death eaters trampling down hogwarts and all those you loved, those you disliked, those you'd never really known. all dead, and you were joining them, and a new world would reign terror.

rapid blinking involuntarily took you by surprise repeatedly as you laid off your cuticles in favour of gnawing the skin of your thumb instead.

you stayed trembling for a few minutes before deciding screw that, and hopping down from the counter.

why you ever left the safety of your dorm, you didn't know, but now you were traipsing the chilly, cobblestone corridors and shivering out of both fear and lowering temperature.

socks dotted with hearts, a present from ron, were your only barrier from the cold floor. ron was your only barrier from the cold.

as the christmas season rolled in, many students were home. you knew for a fact that the only one in your boyfriend's dorm other than your boyfriend himself was harry...

... whom you found solidly asleep on the sofa of the common room when you arrived.

you were thankful for the extra space.

knocking tentatively on the door, you shook your head at yourself. as if the log that was ron would ever wake up from light tapping from the hallway.

instead, you pushed into the room and flicked the bright light on with a downright mischievous grin. the redhead sprawled every which way across his bed suddenly bolted up, the looks travelling his face mercurial as he processed he'd been woken up, but by you.

your smile slipped as he opened his duvet up for you to crawl into, flicking off the light with his wand. his warm hand encircled your waist beneath your pyjama top, and you saw the frown when he touched your frozen skin.

"have you been outside?"

"no, bathroom." you murmured, stuffing your face into the pillow for its heat.

his other arm wrapped around your back, fingers winding into your hair and almost holding you in place at his chest.

"what happened?" he mumbled, face half smushed from where it rested against your head.

you smiled lightly at the sound, shrugging as much as the current position allowed you to before dismissively answering, "just, y'know. bad feeling about all this shit."

ron had discussed with you before the vivid potential dumbledore had explained to you about seers blood lacing your body.

you weren't sure how much stock to put in it, and the last thing you wanted to do was scare ron too, so you kept to yourself the fact that the dream felt more real, like a premonition, than an actual dream.

"these are scary times love, bloody hell everyone's scared."

"are you?"

he paused for a moment, his thumb pressing light circles into your leg.

"maybe. a little. not with you here, though."

you nodded and hummed your agreement as the sleep you so desperately needed snuck into your muscles, untensing them slowly as you sunk further into the maroon sheets.

time warped in these midnight scenes, lovers on the verge of consciousness tangled with each other in a soft warmth that spreads into their hearts and bodies. hours may have passed or seconds, but it was pure content. protected from anything that existed outside of the other.

peace in wartime.

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papaya-047 · 2 years

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following on from ‘oh no’ with Ron you should do one where they get caught by molly. you don’t have to but i love your work 😘😘

Your wish is my command.

Oh No... Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

You had sworn you would never set foot in the burrow again. After the incident, as your boyfriend so lovingly called it, you were too embarrassed to show your face to Ron’s family ever again. Yet here you were, during Winter break, at Ron’s family home.

He had begged you to come with him, worried he would “die from how much he missed you” over the break. His brothers and sister asked for you to stay with them and the people pleaser in you gave in. However, Molly was much more adamant about you and your boyfriend sleeping in separate rooms on this visit. You didn’t fight it, trying to avoid as much teasing from Ron’s siblings as possible. But when Ron’s parents left to go present shopping for Christmas, you saw an opportunity.

“Dammit, I forgot something at school!” you huffed as you searched through your bags. Ron caught the ball he was tossing in the air and gave his attention to you.

“That sucks. What’d you forget?” you made your way over to his bed, where he sat and leaned into his ear.

“My underwear.” you whispered in his ear.

“Bloody hell.”

It was becoming harder and harder to be discreet. The sound of the bed creaking and your heavy breathing filled the room. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ron covered your mouth with his hand, trying to muffle the sound of your enjoyment.

“Try and be quiet, Princess. I’m the only one that gets to hear your pretty noises.” his breath was hot on your neck as his hand pressed harder on your lips. Even if his parents weren’t home, he knew his siblings were, and Ron always was very possessive over you.

You were so lost in what was going on that you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching or the door opening. It was only when Molly screamed that your attention was pulled away from Ron. “AGAIN! RONALD, HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING!” Ron immediately pulled the covers over you and scrambled to find something to cover his compromising position.

"MUM, GET OUT!” If Molly’s scream didn’t grab the attention of his siblings, Ron’s shouting surely did.

"YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOUNG MAN! YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE!"

You sunk into yourself as your cheeks grew hot for a different reason than before. "Could you please give us a minute, Mrs. Weasley?" you said timidly behind the covers.

Molly seemed to calm down when she remembered you were there. "Of course, dear. Would you send Ron downstairs when he’s decent?"

“No problem!” you said, still hiding from your boyfriend's mother. Molly quickly closed the door, and you could hear the faint sounds of Ron’s siblings laughing through the walls.

“I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

“No, I’m screwed.” you said, sitting up to hide your flustered state in Ron’s chest.

“You were screwed… past tense, " he said.

You lightly slapped his arm at his comments, already embarrassed enough. “You suck.”

“You swallow.”

“Not today, my love,” You kissed his cheek as you grabbed the clothes thrown on the ground. “Have a fun chat with your mum.” you winked at him as you left for Ginny’s room, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable teasing you would receive.

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may-clouds · 2 years

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SAVIOR IN YELLOW

ron weasley x f!hufflepuff!beater!reader oneshot

― when a rogue bludger rockets towards the crowd, you dive in and abandon the game just to protect a stranger

― fluff

― 1.6k words

― warnings: none

― requested by @readingkitty

― i thought your request meant for ron to be in the stands, but you may have wanted him to actually be on the pitch? idk, but either way i hope you enjoy!

masterlist // the request

Both you and Ron had been waiting for this upcoming game for the entire week, but each for different reasons.

As always, you were yearning for the next opportunity to feel the rush of a game. The atmosphere was unmatched. Even the ache of your arms on the day after the match was something you'd grown to enjoy.

Whereas Ron simply wanted to watch you; the best player of all the Hogwarts Quidditch teams. Despite not knowing you, he would count himself as one of your biggest fans.

When Quidditch season approached, you were always the talk of the school. It was even rumoured that professional teams were keeping their eye on you. But you never let any of that get to your head, which was something that Ron admired greatly.

No matter how many times Ron tried to pluck up the courage to exchange even a few simple words with you, he could never bring himself to do so. Harry always teased him for backing out at the last moment every time.

Now as you stood in the changing rooms, checking that your gloves were on properly for the fifth time in the last minute, you couldn't help but feel an impending sense of doom.

Something inside of you was screaming to you that something was going to go wrong.

You hadn't felt such unease caused by a quidditch match since the dementors invaded the pitch in your third year.

Still, when your captian yelled for you to leave the changing rooms and get ready to play, you swallowed your worries and put on a smile.

"Ready, Y/n?" your beater partner asks.

"Of course." you smirk back, taking your bat from them, "Are you?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." they spoke through a tight-lipped smile.

"Then let's not keep the people waiting. I want to beat these Slytherins as quickly as we can."

Your fellow beater nodded, and together you stepped out onto the pitch with a broom in one hand and a bat in the other.

The second that your boot touched the grass, cheers erupted from all around the stadium. You smiled and waved at everyone, but smirked cheekily at the silent Slytherins on the far side of the stands.

It wasnt long before Madame Hooch was blowing the whistle that announced the start of the match. Instantly, your attention was captured by the bludger and nothing else. All you needed to focus on was that heavy black ball.

Ron, however, could only focus on you. Not the chasers scoring point after point, not the seekers stretching their arms out towards the snitch - only you.

From the way your robes flapped in the wind, to the way you swung your arm to protect your teammates - he noticed and admired it all.

The bludgers were soaring through the air, almost as if they were teasing you. It seemed like they was purposefully avoiding you, or taunting you by staying just out of your reach.

If you blinked, you'd lose track of one. Today the black balls felt more illusive than the snitch.

And if that wasn't difficult enough, the Slytherin players were cheating and shoving like they usually would. More times than once, a chaser slammed directly into you and didn't get fouled for it.

"Y/N! BLUDGER!" your teammate screeched.

Just in time, you managed to dodge out of the way instinctively. There was no way you'd be able to deflect that with your bat.

But the bludger didn't stop. It kept rocketing off in the same direction with no sign of slowing down.

Your eyes widened when you realised that it was heading straight for the Gryffindor's section of the stands.

Instantly, you sped straight after the rogue bludger. You had to abandon your position on the field, but other students were in danger.

"This bloody ball has to be hexed." you think to yourself. It was faster than usual, yet didn't change it's path.

Your heart was hammering so loudly in your ribcage that you didn't hear the alarmed screams of the Gryffindor students that were now diving out of what was soon to be the crash site of the bludger.

One lone person was yet to move, a dazed-looking ginger stood staring up at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in.

There was no more time left. With one final attempt to stop the bludger in it's tracks, you press yourself against your broom and swing your bat in the direction of the ball.

Luckily, your bat deflected the bludger away from the lone boy at the last moment with a heavy thud.

Ron stared up at you, shocked that you had left your position on the field just to protect him. He didn't know what to say, all he could do was let his mouth hang open in awe.

"Are you alright?" you ask breathlessly, still hovering above the stranger.

His silence gave you a chance to take in his appearance. He was rather attractive, seemingly pretty tall and lean. You were close enough to him that you could even see a few freckles adorning his reddening cheeks.

When he didn't answer, a bushy-haired girl appeared beside him and answered for him, "He's okay, don't mind him. Thank you for getting that bludger away from him!"

You nod back in response, but make a note to check on the boy later. He seemed shaken up, and you felt some sort of responsibility to make sure that he was safe and unharmed.

The match ended with Hufflepuff winning by a small margin of only twenty points. Instantly after you'd dismounted your broom, thousands of people had flooded onto the pitch to congratulate your team.

Notably, the Slytherins stayed sitting where they were, not moving a muscle. All they could do was scowl at the rest of the students that were having a good time.

After high-fiving what could've been the hundredth person to approach you, you started looking around for the ginger boy you saw earlier.

You spotted him on the edge of the crowd rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly. His face seemed to light up when you met his eyes.

He waved weakly, as if he wasn't sure that you were looking at him in particular. Part of you wanted to chuckle at his shyness, but you found it somewhat endearing.

You had to force your way through the crowd to approach him, and only then did you see the bushy-haired girl and another boy standing by his side.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, the brunette grabbed the hand of the other boy with a smirk and pulled him away from you. This left you and the ginger boy standing alone on the edge of the quidditch pitch.

"Hey," you start hesitantly. Being this close to him made you unnaturally nervous, "I just wanted to see if you're okay after earlier on."

He continued staring at you in disbelief for a moment, "What, so you just remembered my face?"

"Of course I did! It's not like I have a name to go off of." you add, hinting for him to properly introduce himself.

Thankfully, he took the hint, "Right, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Well Ron Weasley, I'm Y/n L/n. How are you feeling after almost getting flattened by a bludger during your free period?" you ask, almost teasingly. Your nervousness had shifted into calmness all of a sudden.

"Thanks to you, I'm alright." he smiled back.

"I just wish I knew why it did that. I've never seen something like that happen before."

Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "My friend said that she heard someone admit to hexing the ball to get back at me for something I did to their potion project last week. Sorry for making you do all of that extra work."

"It was nothing." you laugh it off, but internally cringe at how big-headed you sounded.

Thankfully Ron didn't seem to mind, if anything he just seemed more encapsulated by you, "Yeah." he breathlessly agrees.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling slightly flustered under his wistful gaze, "I'm glad to see that you came out of that unscathed though."

Ron sensed your uncertainty, and it seemed to shift onto him too. You noticed him fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Finally he spoke up after taking a deep breath, "Would you maybe want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"

You were in shock, and you were sure that that shock was present on your face.

"Of course you don't have to! Sorry, yeah, you don't know me at all, that was weird." he started to ramble.

You managed to cut him off by placing a hand on his bicep, "Ron, relax. I'd love to."

His face instantly broke out into a grin that stretched from ear to ear, "Really?!" he exclaimed gleefully.

"Of course! I'd love to get to know you." you reply, matching his grin with one of your own.

Interrupting the moment of bliss, your fellow beater yelled for you to join them in the changing room to get ready for the Hufflepuff celebrations back at the dorms.

With one final smile to Ron, you start to leave the pitch, "Oh, pick me up at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room!" you call out over your shoulder.

The second your back was turned, Ron punched the air in his own form of celebration.

It was safe to say that neither of you could wipe the grins off of your faces for the rest of the night.

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rainydayathogwarts · 10 months

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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous girl - Ron Weasley

summary: Lavender won't stop flirting with your boyfriend, but he won't tell her off because he's loving the PDA coming from you. You can't stand it, so you show her who he belongs to.

warnings: smut, handjob, exhibitionism, (semi) public sex

She's gone crazy.

What was going through her head when she threw herself onto him and pulled him in such a tight hug? Did she not see you, standing just feet away from him, about to give him a kiss for his success? You could see the shock and confusion on his face, arms by his side as he ran the situation in his head, refusing to return her hug.

From beside you, you heard Fred and George gasping and murmuring some "She's dead" and "Good luck to her" when they saw the look on your face.

Just the other day she sat at your potions table, listening as you told Hermione how well your relationship was going. She saw the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder when class finally ended, guiding you to your next one.

And now she's the one with her arms around him.

Ron attempts to push her away slowly, separating himself from the hug, but you don't acknowledge him as he walks towards you, rather giving Lavender a death stare before turning to your boyfriend and returning the kiss he leans in for.

You can feel her eyes on you as you press yourself further into him, going onto your tiptoes as you reach your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth to meet his, intertwining yourselves into a passionate kiss. When you separate, you're both panting for air, and Ron's big hands are gripping the curve of your ass, one of his hands moving up to caress your waist.

You're still holding him close, a manicured hand moving down his neck to run down his chest and you giggle when you see the look of amazement on Ron's face. It was clear he was only expecting that from you behind closed doors.

"Congrats on your win baby." You whisper, and Ron leans in again, stealing a quick kiss from you before giggling and pulling away from you, receiving pats on the back from his older brothers who wink at you when you walk away. You wipe your bottom lip from the smudged lip gloss and make eye contact with Lavender, whose eyes were still glued to you, and you tilt your head, smiling kindly at her.

It wasn't until the day after, when you sat with your friends at the Gryffindor table that you understood that this 'game' Lavender was playing was only just starting. You brought your mug to your lips, lightly blowing on it before taking a sip when Lavender walked behind your boyfriend, clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a flirtatious smile when he turned around before walking off. His lip curled upwards in disgust and you slowly swallowed your tea as your eyes followed the strawberry blonde.

You didn't bother reacting to her, even as she stared at you with a satisfied smirk on her face, which started to falter at the unfazed look on your face.

"Darling, are you done?" Your head snapped back towards your boyfriend and you nodded, standing up in sync to walk to class. When you stood side by side, you let Ron take your book bag off your shoulder to sling it over his as you took his free hand, intertwining your fingers together.

You could see Ron open and shut his mouth several times from the corner of your eye, as though contemplating if he should say anything about the situation. Deciding against it, he walked into the classroom and pulled a chair out for you as he sat next to you. He opened his textbook, placing his wand on the edge of his desk when he felt your hand on his thigh. You could see his cheeks turn pink as your second hand came up to straighten up his tie.

"Everything alright love?" He asked and you nodded, your hand coming up from his thigh to rest on his shoulder. Leaning close to him until your face was mere inches from his, you whisper into his ear with a sultry tone "You don't have any plans for your free period after this, do you?" With Ron's gaze looking down, you squeeze your thighs together to make sure he gets the message. He shakes his head frantically as his hand comes down on your thigh, looking up to make sure no one is looking at your private exchange.

But someone is.

Lavender, now seated in the front of the class, is turned around in her chair to speak to her friend behind her, yet her eyes are locked on you and your boyfriend. He sighs, his hand lying still on your thigh, but he faces the front, ignoring the way she leans towards her friend to point you both out to her.

For some reason, Ron can't pay attention to McGonagall as she explains another spell, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Usually, he was the one who tried dragging you into his dorm during your free periods and you always fretted that one of his dorm mates would walk in on you, even as he laid on top of you and pressed kisses onto your body. Normally, he boldly kissed you in front of your friends in the common room, only to pull away and find you rosy-cheeked with your head turned away in embarrassment. Never in your relationship had you been the one with wandering hands, suggesting you ditch everything at hand to find an empty space to fuck while you could.

It was all because of her.

And as much as he hated her, God he was so grateful.

Having you express your possessiveness over him was igniting a kind of fire in his belly, and he would take your displays of affection towards him any day, anywhere. That's why he mindlessly let you guide him through the halls at the end of class, his eyes glued to you as his hand clutched yours tightly. He paid little attention to the wavy haired strawberry blonde who followed you, having seemingly ditched her friend to isolate the three of you and confront you.

Lavender stopped abruptly when she saw you heading into one of the small secluded study rooms deep within the Gryffindor common room, leaving the door open behind you, allowing her a full view of you pushing Ron against the wall and connecting your lips to his. She wavered in the doorway, looking through the small gap as you pressed your body to Ron's, one of his moans filling the air.

Your hands wandered down Ron's body until you reached his belt and you paused momentarily, looking into his eyes for any signs of discomfort, but all you got from him was a pleading "Baby, please."

You started unbuckling Ron's belt and he whimpered, pushing his hips against yours and leaning down to reconnect your lips in a desperate kiss. Once Ron was freed from the restraints of him belt, you reached your hand in his underwear to wrap around his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Ron separated from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours and he let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips as he let quiet moans out.

You spread his pre-cum around his dick, starting to move your hand slowly up and down his shaft and squeezing him at the base only for him to cry out in pleasure as one of his hands came up to lace itself in your hair. You gasped when he pulled your hair, looking up at him, mouth agape and eyes shut as his head leaned against the wall. Giggling, you looked down at his thick cock in your hand, his tip red and leaking pre-cum, so you brought your hand up to squeeze it, then smoothly ran your fingers across the top of it. Ron shuddered, his hips bucking in your hand uncontrollably and you sped your hand up, leaning into him to whisper words of praise.

"Come on baby, you're doing so good for me.

Why don't you come for me?

Be a good boy and come for me, then you can do whatever you want to me."

Ron gruntled, letting out a strangled moan as his hips humped into your hand a few more times, white ropes of cum shooting onto his crisp white shirt in long spurts.

You continued stroking him so he could ride out his orgasm until he started catching his breath, his clammy hands coming up to cup your face and pull you into another kiss. When you pulled away, he was grinning boyishly at you, and he glanced down to see the mess you created, raising his eyebrows at you.

When he looked back up though, he caught Lavender's eye in the doorway and shook his head. You followed his gaze and smirked, looking back at him to say "She just can't get enough, can she?"

Ron chuckled, putting his hands on your hips to spin you around to face the doorway and started undoing the buttons of your trousers. "Yeah, well why don't we show her who I belong to huh?" He teases, his fingers trailing under your panties, immediately finding your clit.

You moan, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and nod as his fingers find their way inside you and Lavender turns red in the doorway, frozen in place.

She doesn't know if she wants to be you or be with you.

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 1 year

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Fred: Alright, George, Y/n. Let's go over this one more time.

Fred: If something breaks?

George: We try to fix it before Snape gets here.

Fred: If it doesn't work?

Y/n: We blame Ron.

Ron: Seriously, guys, what the hell?!

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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I love your stories!! And I was wondering if you would do some George Weasley x Reader where the reader is good friends with Ron ( same age as him, so like 2 years younger than George ) but has always had a crush on George. then while staying at the burrow for the holidays there is all this sexual tension and one night they kinda stumble across each other ( like while up for a glass of water or something ) and FINALLY have sex.

Yeah! I haven’t written form him before so i hope this is good!

Best friends brother..

Paring: George Weasley x POCfem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader is 18+ oral(f receiving) (p in v)

The Weasley house was quiet as everyone slept, as for you, you couldn’t. You spent the last 20 minutes tossing and turning on the couch you couldn’t stay still nor clear your mind of your best friends brother, George to be exact. You knew Ron would have your head if you ever mentioned having a crush on his older brother.

But with coming over during the holidays you where bound to see him. Tension was building, how his eyes looked you up and down scanning you so shamelessly, the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush you wither it be your thigh when you sat next to him at the table, or the small of your back as he passed you. You could explode especially after to day. When you two stood alone in the kitchen helping make cookies, small talk going between each of you just the way he looking at you, how close his face was to yours. There was no fucking way he didn’t have a slight crush on you, his little brother’s best friend.

You snapped back after hearing foot steps come down the stairs you quickly move to your side closing your eyes pretending to be asleep. You could feel a presence lean over you then a hand touching your face creasing it lightly as of an intention not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ body.

“You’re so beautiful..” you heard Georges voices say, it soft and gentle as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heat up at the complement “is the so..?” You said shyly.

His hand quickly moved from your face back to himself in a panic “oh- you’re awake, sorry! I didnt mean to wake you up!” His voice was panicked.

You turned your body looking at him, laughing at him. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.” You spoke sitting up.

“So you think I’m cute aye.” You smiled slightly tilting your head, looking at the red head that stood behind the couch.

He let out a ‘pff’ shoving his hand in his pockets, “yeah, yeah i do.” He said attempting to sound confident. A smile grew on your face watching him all embarrassed.

“Do you need some water I- I need some water.” He stumbled over his words pointing to the kitchen.

“You’re blushing a school girl, what happened to all the confidence from earlier getting all closed to me face like you where gonna kiss me but instead pulled away with a fat smirk as i stood there like an idiot.” You said teasing him as you got up walking to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything but he did fill up a cup with water turning to you as he took a slow drink of his water.

“Yeah, and?” He said plainly setting the cup down, his body leaned up against the counter.

The shirt he wore was a little small so it sat above is v line his pajama pants low on his waist. “Your eyes are wondering sweetheart..” your eyes shot back up to him seeing the smirk on his face.

“Common if you want me just say it.” He said, his cocky tone making you scoff.

He pushed himself off the counter walking towards you, you walked back finding yourself pinned against the counter. “Common baby use your words… i wanna hear you.” His voice was low and seductive.

“George..” you began, you watched his head tilt as he waited for you.

“kiss me, please kiss me.” You spoke, you couldn’t believe how fast all this had happen. How fast you folded.

His lips connect with yours the kiss started soft and tamed, his hand wrapped around you his hands gripping your hips. A soft moan left your lips enjoying the moment, letting your hands over his shoulders going into his red hair.

His hands went down cupping your ass putting you on the counter. Georges lips disconnected from yours. He tilted your head up kissing your neck, his rosey lips kissed up and down finally finding the spot that made you squirm.

“George, oh merlin..” you moaned the heat between your legs building up yearning for contact.

“Dont be to loud you don’t want everyone hearing you now do we?” He said his hands wandering to the top of your shorts. “Is this okay?” He asked your permission to take your shorts off.

“Yes.” In one smooth motion he slipped the shorts off your body as you sat on the counter feeling the cool air hit your heat.

“No panties?” He smiled shamelessly. His fingers trailed up your thigh, you opened your legs to him more his long fingers faintly trailed up your heat coating his fingers in your slick.

“Fuck.. your so wet…” he spoke making eye contact with you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you on his tongue. You watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment the taste of you making him moan.

You watched as he lowered his head between your legs, his warm tongue sliding up between your folds a blissful moan escaping your mouth. Georges hands came up grabbing your tights pulling you in closer as he devoured you. One of his hands came up to your clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved in an erotic manner bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, just like that.” You moaned out, your hand slapped over you mouth to keep your pleads more quiet. The not in your stomach building up, your thighs presses themselves together not able to touch for the red head between your legs. “George..fuck im gonna cum” you warned your body jolting slightly having the wave of pleasure as he ate you to the end if your high.

He stood up straight leaning over your body that laid on to the counter. “You tase to good..” he said quietly licking is lips.

You cover your face at his words how four words rolled off his tongue so lewdly. “Common baby let ne see your face.” His hands wrapping around your wrist pulling them off your face, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he saw the state you where in.

“Hello beautiful its good to see your face again, not that i didn’t enjoy the view of earlier.” He chuckled, you smacked his chest only for him to let out a laugh.

“Stop. Oh my god.” You spoke to him a slight laugh could be heard from your tone.

“You loved every second of it..” he said his lips brushing over yours.

“Mmhm, i did.” You finished pulling him down to kiss you.

“I want you.” You said between kisses. You could feel his hard on rub against you as you made out.

“Please let me have you..” you begged moving your hips to make some sort of friction between you both.

He moved away pushing you back on the counter as he pulled his pants down a little bit taking himself out he lined himself up with you, he looked up at to to make sure you where okay with this just to check. You gave him a nod, in one swift motion he slid in to you. A soft whimper leaving his lips ad he felt your walls adjust around him.

He started to move the pleasure running over you made your head fall back a hushed moan coming from your lips as you felt his hips hit yours making sure he filled every inch of you. His hands gently began to massage your breast taking your nub into its mouth his wet tongue swirling around your harden nip. He continued to abuse your flesh leaving light hickeys on your darker complexion.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and soft moans and whimpers. George could feel himself coming to his end he moved up looking at your face as he fucked you. He watched how your mouth was slightly gaped your eyes squeeze shut. “Hey look at me, i wanna see you pretty little eyes as i make you cum again.”

You opened your eyes meeting his brown ones, his red hair falling in to his face. You felt that familiar not build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing your legs open giving him more access, he looked down watching himself as he fucked you. “Common sweet girl cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

Your hands gripped his forearms feeling yourself come undone. “Good girl just like that..” the praise left his lips as he thrusted a few more times carrying your through your orgasm. He pulled out letting his seed spill on your stomach a quiet moan of your name left his lips as the ropes of cum laced your stomach.

Heavy breathing came between you as you sat up he cleaned himself up as he got a wash rag to wipe himself off your stomach. “Sorry if its cold.” He apologized before wiping the cum of you. You two stood there quietly cleaning up yourselves the sound of a door opening putting you both in a panic as he threw your shorts at you your hurriedly put them on almost falling in the process.

You turned around to see Ron, he didn’t say anything just looked his tired eyes squinting as George leaned against the sink taking a drink if water. A quite scoff came from the younger red head he wasn’t awake enough to question anything and just walked back up the stairs.

“He’s gonna say something at breakfast whats the excuse?” You asked

“I just fucked you on The counter.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I will break that water glass over your head.”

“I was just kidding,” he laughed “i came down to get water and woke you up on accident so we started talking.” He said a smile on his face.

You nodded, you didn’t know how you would explain this whole situation to Ron or if you even wanted to it all depends what happens after tonight. George walked over to you “i would invite you to come up to my bed but don’t want to get caught, so good night..” he said quietly giving you a kiss on your cheek then your lips his hand dragged along the small of your back as he walked towards the stairs.

“Sleep well.” Was the last thing he said before returning to his room.

How the fuck where you supposed to sleep after that. .

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 3 months

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THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND?!

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you and George found Ron jerking off to you Warning: mention of jerking off. Note: requested by @lillisummers BASED IN OOTP

you sat between Fred and George at dinner as George poured you a cup of juice, he sat down and kissed your head before taking a sip of your cup

"ay, use your own cup" you whispered, trying to be quiet as the room fell silent

he smiled and looked forward, at harry, who's now holding the daily prophet

"he's been attacking dumbledore as well...fudge is using all his power, including his influence of the daily prophet to..smear anyone who claims the dark lord has returned" Sirius stated

your hold George's hand at the mention of the dark lord by instinct.

"why?" Harry asked

"the minister thinks dumbledore is after his job" Remus interjected, sitting in front of Harry

"but that's insane, no one in their right mind could believe that would of..." Harry began, being cut off by Remus

"exactly the point! fudge isn't in his right mind, it's been twisted and warped by fear" Remus nodded "now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry, the last time voldemort gained power, he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear..."

you looked over and George smiled sadly as he gave your hand a squeeze

you leaned into his side and closed your eyes, feeling his warmth

"now he's returned, and i'm afraid the minister will do almost everything to avoid facing that terrifying truth" Remus trailed off

"we think voldemort wants to build up his army again..fourteen years ago we had huge numbers at his command, and not just witches and wizards, but all manner of dark creatures. he's been recruiting heavily and we've been attempting to do the same, but gathering followers isn't the only thing interested in" Sirius explains

mad eye clears his throat, trying to make sirius stop talking, to which he doesn't

"we believe.." Sirius starts again, making Molly stop cutting the vegetables at the end of the table. you opened your eyes, feeling goosebumps form on your arms, having a chilling feeling

"voldemort may be after something" the long haired man said

"sirius" mad eye warned

"something he didn't have last time"

"you mean..like a weapon?" Harry questioned

Sirius opens his mouth to say more but Molly buts it

"no. that's enough, he's just a boy!" she exclaims, coming over to harry, taking the prophet away "say more and you might as well induct him into the oder straight away"

"good! i want to join. if voldemort's raising an army, then i want to fight!" Harry fought, making sirius clap his hands and lean back in his chair

"no, no, you've encouraged this sirius! it's not safe for him!" Molly scolded the Black

"is it just me or are you hungry too?" George whispered, taking your attention away from the adults

you looked at him and smiled "starving, what about you Fred? you hungry?" you looked over at Fred, who snickered

"why did mum bring us down for dinner when it wasn't even ready?" he wondered

"i was thinking the exact same thing" George huffed with a smile, throwing his arm over your shoulder before starting a conversation.

you looked at Fred but noticed Ron, sitting on the other side of him, staring at you.

though he didn't seem to notice you saw, as his eyes were focused a little lower. looking down at your chest.

you wouldn't say you were wearing a revealing shirt, but it did show a bit of cleavage

you raised your eyebrows at the boy as he finally looked up at your face

his eyes went wide as he realised you caught him and looked away, his face beet red

you shook your head and lifted the shirt up ever so slightly

Molly got fed up with Sirius and walked back to the food, ignoring him before angrily chopping the vegetables

"what did the broccoli do to her?" Fred joked quietly, making you and George snicker

George picked up your cup of juice and drank from it again making you sigh before slapping his chest

"drink from your own cup!" you sighed before leaning over taking his cup that has been left untouched but filled with juice and drinking from his cup

"oi don't drink from my cup" he huffed, trying to take it off you

"no, shove off, that's yours now, this is mine" you smile, moving the cup away, leaning away from him

"Fred get the juice off her" George pled, making Fred shake his head

"i'm not getting involved in your juice stealing" Fred leaned away

"ha!" you stuck your tongue out at George

"oh yeah? how about i pour the juice on you" he raised his eyebrow

you gasped and glared at him "you wouldn't!"

he smirked "i would"

he teasingly tipped his cup slightly, making you squeal

"shove off!" you giggled, leaning away, now leaning on Fred

"Fred help me!" you begged

"i'm not getting involved, but please don't get the juice on me" he chuckled

George leaned forward and teasingly tipped it again, messing with you "George, i swear to Merlin if you pour that on me" you squirmed as he wrapped his arm around you

"oh? what would you do?" he grinned

"i'll leave you" you stared at him warningy, but he didn't buy it one bit

"no you won't, you love me" he smiled innocently

"i do, but not right now" you whined

George gasped, faking hurt "wow"

"George, don't pour juice on her" Ron interjected

George leaned away from you and looked at his younger brother, sitting 3 down from him "aw, how sweet Y/n. ronikins here is looking out for you, he's on your side" George pouted at his brother, teasing him

you looked back at ron and found him staring at you again, making you feel weird, his eyes said something that made you feel a little..gross

you walked up the stairs hand in hand with George to talk to Harry, who had left the dinner table with Hermione ten minutes ago, probably to find Ron, who had left the dinner table well before them

"i think we just need to warn him s'all" George shrugged

"George, i think he already knows how dangerous it is, he's faced him before" you sighed, feeling sorry for Harry

"i know but he's still a kid" George huffed, walking to the first door to the left, Harry and Ron's room

"so are we" you tilted your head, not understanding his point

"but we're older, wiser" he smiled down at you

"oh you are anything but wise, George" you rolled your eyes, amused

"you're the best girlfriend, aren't you?"

"i like to think so" you grinned happily

George shook his head and opened the door, still holding your hand.

you looked up as George go ready to greet Harry- although, Harry wasn't there at all.

instead of the Potter boy, the youngest Weasley boy was sat on his bed, pants down to the knees as he pumped his cock at a fast pace, moaning as his head was thrown back in pleasure, clearly not noticing your presence

you quickly let go of George's hand and covered your eyes, turning around, trying to leave the room

"o-oh Y/n.." you heard Ron grunt, the sound of squelching getting louder

"what the hell?" George cursed in shock as you walked in to a wall on your way out, trying to get the image of a half naked Ron, jerking off

you heard Ron scream and shuffling of the covers

"what the hell! get out!?" ron yelled

you groaned in pain from headbutting a wall and turned around, reaching one hand for George, eyes still closed

George saw you reaching out and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you close to him

"were you seriously just jerking off to Y/n?" George asked, just as shocked as you were

"n-no" Ron stuttered

you peeked, seeing Ron fully covered by his blankets, his face as red as his hair

"We clearly heard you say her name" George frowned

"Whatever! Just leave!" Ron begged.

"You were wanking off to my girlfriend! That's your future sister in law dude! That's disgusting!" George exclaimed. Still in horror

Ron stayed silent. Feeling beyond embarrassed

"I mean come on. That's my girlfriend!" George scoffed

"I'm sorry!" Ron cried out.

You stood there in George's arms, Feeling a little uncomfortable

"Don't say sorry to me. Say sorry to her!"

Ron looked down. Not wanting to make eye contact with you

"I'm sorry" he sighed

"Now you're going to treat her with respect and if I catch you even looking at her the wrong way. Out come the spiders. Everywhere. I'm talking in your draws. Bed. Trunk, and on your face" George said sternly, making Ron nod vigorously. Still looking down

"Good" George scoffed before letting you go and taking you hand

"C'mon babe" he walks towards the door. Leading you out of the room

Once he shut the door. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow

"Future sister in law? What are you insinuating there, Weasley?" You smirked

"I think you know" he grins

"Oh yeah? It sounds like someone is planning on marrying me" you hugged him

"Oh shush. Now. Do you wanna go bleach your eyes?" He asked

"Oh yes please" you nodded happily

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imajinxnation · 5 months

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Yule Ball

Harry Potter Boys x FEM!READER

SUMMARY // Your yule ball dress and how the boys react to your astounding beauty😘

TW // Fluff, Poly!Fred&George, FEMALE READER..

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NO INCEST ON FRED & GEORGE'S PART!!🤢🤮

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Harry Potter

When he first sees you walk into the room, your blood red dress swaying as you walk with confidence, he is stunned into silence. All he can do is give a goofy smile and admire your beauty as speaking is not an option unless he wants to say something embarrassing.

Ron Weasley

Oh Christ.. As soon as he sees you, it takes his brain a minute to fully comprehend the absolute goddess standing in front of him. When he finally snaps out of his daze, he gives this really dumb laugh and smiles, blushing before looking down at the ground, not wanting you to see him looking like a fool.

Cedric Diggory

Once he sees you in this gorgeous, innocent yellow coloured dress, he smiles, his hand out for you to take as he asks you to dance with him. He looks cool and calm on the outside.. but he is screaming on the inside at how flawlessly beautiful you look, and also hoping that he won't embarrass himself tonight.

Neville Longbottom

Most people would probably think he'd be the most foolishly in love out of all the boys, but I disagree. He would smile gently, his eyes lovestruck as always when he sees you. He acts pretty normally around you other than his constant smile. He's not freaking out like the others because, in his eyes, this is how you always look; like a goddess.

Fred & George Weasley

The fact that you look like an Angel next to these to mischevious demons is no coincidence. All three of you have agreed that your their Angel to their Demon. So when they saw you in this pure white dress, they laughed, knowing what you were going for, while also staring at you with so much love in their eyes.

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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 month

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Birthday Boy

A little blurb from The American: Welcome Back! - click to read

Summary: Celebrating Remus' birthday.

Warning: slight/little nsfw, cute Remus, Harry calls Remus uncle, everyone loves Remus, birthday party, Kreacher being Kreacher, Sirius is a cockblock.

Word Count: 2.2k

Harry was excited when he was told that he received mail from his aunt Yankee. He’s been corresponding mail to all three, Sirius, Remus and you after having dinner. Harry wrote to you the most since he felt like he had more of a connection with you. You had suffered the same way as he did, in school and at home. He read of the stories you have written to him about how you dealt with bullies when you were at school. Most of it involved your fists since you were new to magic but as you kept learning, you used spells to get back.

Opening the letter, he was smiling when he read the invitation to Remus’ surprise birthday party that you were throwing for him. You had written to Harry to bring his friends if they wished to come and celebrate. Ron was so excited when Harry told him that he screamed about it in the great hall.

“Oi Harry! It’s Professor Lupin’s birthday soon?” Fred asked Harry as his brother George came behind him. Even though Remus stopped working at Hogwarts, the students kept calling Remus, Professor Lupin.

The name of Professor Lupin gathered the attention of many other students who quickly walked towards the Gryffindor's table. Many were asking Harry, they all wanted to know about their favorite teacher who left. They all missed him and his fun teaching. You received a letter soon from Harry telling you the amount of people wanting to come. You smiled to yourself as you read the letter in secret, away from Remus. Tearing up at the kind words the students were saying about Remus and how they wanted to see their favorite teacher on his birthday. Calling Sirius, you knew you had your work cut out for you.

March 10th, came and you woke Remus up with your body under the covers and your head between his legs. Remus moans with a hand on your head as you swallow his cock whole. He was about to cum when the door of the bedroom opened and you shouted in surprise when Sirius came running into the room, jumping onto the bed.

“PADFOOT!” Remus shouts as he covers his privates behind his pillow. You are on your knees with the blanket over you and your hand over your mouth to muffled your laughter.

“Happy Birthday Moony!” Sirius said kissing Remus’ cheek as a large tray of food came floating into the bedroom.

“Thanks, Padfoot.” Remus said as you took the tray and set it in front of him. Remus gives you a look and you wink at him. Sirius had made a large amount of chocolate chip pancakes with eggs and thick slices of bacon and toast. A variety of jam and jelly laid out around the tray for the slices of toast. Tea was already served in cups, steaming hot and Sirius had even made hot chocolate for Remus.

Remus brings a slice of toast with jelly to Padfoot’s mouth and some pancakes to your mouth. The three of you talked and ate in bed.

Remus told you he didn’t want anything done for his birthday as he got dressed for the day. You were sitting on edge of the bed, nodding as you looked down at your nails. He always said this every year. He didn’t want anything big, a simple dinner was sufficient for him but you wanted to do more since you came back for good. Sirius had come up with the idea to tell Remus there was a new bookstore a few miles away. Remus comes out of the bathroom and you look up to see him nicely dressed with some clothes that Sirius had gifted him. Dark pants and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top button of his shirt were undone showing a bit of his chest. His hair was damp and he combed it to the side.

“I might have to finish what I started this morning?” You say as you push yourself up from the bed and walk towards him. Remus blushes as you eye him, up and down. He wraps an arm around your shoulder kissing you sweetly.

You hugged him before patting his back and walking him to the door, ignoring Remus’ shock reaction. As much you wanted to suck his cock, you had a party to get ready.

“I thought-.” You shake your head. “Tonight! I need to start preparing for dinner.”

It was Remus’ turn to shake his head. "You just got back, please rest. We can order something when I come back." Your heart wants to explode from how kind and thoughtful your husband is.

“Enjoy the bookstore, baby.” You go on your tippy toes to kiss him one more time. Sirius calls out for him downstairs and he kisses your forehead then walks down the stairs to leave with Sirius. The moment you heard the door close, you ran downstairs to grab the bags of decorations hidden in the closet near the kitchen.

The floo in the living room was heard and you heard footsteps. “Aunt Yankee?”

You smiled at Harry’s voice and you walked to the living room. You were surprised by the amount of children in the living room. Harry said there were people coming but you didn’t know they were coming all at the same time.

“We thought you might want some help.” Hermione said with a smile when she noticed your shocked reaction.

“Guys, this is my aunt.” Harry introduced the other students to you, proudly. You greeted them and they were quick to ask you what needs to be done. Hermione and a group of younger kids were making dessert and little treats while Fred and George hung up decorations on the wall.

The younger kids that came with Harry were surprised when you started to use magic without your wand. Hermione just stared at you when you helped her with the cake. When you needed a spatula that was hung up across the room without a word, or a glance at the object. You brought your hand out in the spatula just flew towards your hand.

“How did…”Hermione was told about you by Harry. She was very intrigued and curious about you. Harry said your magic was strong, she wanted to know how since you were muggle born and it gave her confidence that one day she can be strong as well.

“You okay, dear?” You asked her looking up from the chocolate batter. Hermione nods and tells you she hopes Professor Lupin likes the cake.

The clock strikes three on the dot as you place the chocolate cake in the middle of the table. You took a look around and was happy with how everything looked. The food was done cooking, the chips and treats you got from the states were laid out. The children were looking at the food, wanting to try the food you brought over.

You heard laughter from outside and knew that was the sign.

“Quick quick!” You told the children as you hit the light off and hid behind the couch while the others hid behind the table and chairs.

“You honestly found that funny, padfoot?” You heard your husband ask as the door opened.

“Why is your hair-?” Remus was cut off when he walked into the living room and the lights came on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”

Remus froze when he saw the children, Harry and you jump up. He looks over and sees the decoration around the living room. He pats on the younger students’ shoulders who ran up to him wishing him a good day and a happy birthday.

“Uncle Moony!” Harry calls out and hugs him. Remus hugs him back then looks at you with tears in his eyes. Harry had remembered what you told him when you dropped him off at school.

“You shouldn’t have.” Remus said after thanking Ron and Hermione when they wished him a good birthday.

“I know but I wanted to. It’s your birthday, a day to celebrate you.” Remus kisses you gently before one of the kids asks who’s that man by the food table.

Sirius looks over his shoulder with a plate of sandwiches and cookies. His dark curls were now a strawberry blonde color and wore a pair of thin metal glasses. Hermione and Ron giggle because they knew it was Sirius.

Sirius wanted to wear a disguise to not scare the younger students because of his wanted posters that were everywhere. He didn’t mind it, that’s what he told you. You were the one to tell him that he would look good with blonde hair too. Harry and Sirius were talking amongst themselves soon after Sirius said he was cousins with Remus. Light music was playing in the background and everyone enjoyed the treats from America and were asking Remus how they met you. Remus and you spoke together, both of you not noticing the older students looking.

“Do they always look at each other like that?” Ginny asked Harry and Ron. George and Fred stood behind Hermione as they looked at Remus laughing at something you said. His eyes shined so brightly that everyone could see how much Remus loves you.

“Yeah.” Harry answered with a smile as you looked up at Remus with a grin.

Remus wanted to cry when Sirius made him sit on the head of the table as everyone surrounded him was singing happy birthday. Remus looks up at you as you place your hands on his shoulders behind him. You kissed his cheek as the chocolate cake came floating right in front of him. It sat on the table and Remus blew the candles when you told him to make a wish.

Remus looks around for a moment and his heart feels like it might burst out of his chest. He grabs your hand and kisses your hand before you ask one of the children to pass you the plates.

He thanked the students one by one as he stood next to the floo. Each of them said how much they missed him and hoped he would come back to teach. Harry was the last to leave, he hugged Sirius and you goodbye. He walks to Remus who was waiting by the floo for him.

“Thank you for coming, Harry.” Remus said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Remus was surprised when Harry gave him another hug, he took it. He wraps his arm around him and leans down to place his chin on top of Harry’s head. It meant everything to Remus. Like you told Harry before, Remus and you thought of Harry as their own. Remus watches as Harry leaves and he turns around with a small smile.

Sirius, who had too many sweets, was experiencing a sugar rush but it soon came down making him crash. He was sleeping on the couch with chocolate frosting on his beard. Remus wiped off the frosting for him, his hair was now back to normal. Laying out a blanket on top of him, he makes his way to the kitchen. The broom is moving itself as well as the dishes were being washed with magic. You were humming to yourself as you covered the uneaten food and placed it in the fridge.

He’s about to say something when Kreacher pops in the middle of the kitchen. Kreacher just glared at you for a moment, Sirius had told him it was Remus’ birthday party and the elf had deemed it to be a disrespect to the Black family for celebrating a half blood birthday in the house.

“Still not talking to me?” You asked Kreacher as you grabbed a paper plate from the counter and walked towards the elf. Kreacher refused to speak to you, you didn’t mind that he thought you were scum of the Earth.

“Saved you a piece of cake.” You placed the plate on the corner of the table near Kreacher. He looks away from it and crosses his boney arms over his chest.

You catch Remus’ looking at you. You bid a good night to Kreacher as you walked to Remus. About to follow you up the stairs to the bedroom, Remus cast one last glance into the kitchen and saw Kreacher sitting on the table with a spoon in his hand. The elf made a soft hum as he ate the cake. Remus smiles and makes his way into the bedroom.

Remus walks into the bedroom and comes to a halt at the doorway when he sees you sitting on the bed with your back against the headboard. You’re wearing lingerie, a scarlet and golden color. It fits your body just right. The cups on the bra are sheer gold lace. You had the idea to wear his house color for him. Remus licks his bottom lip at the sight of you. He knew Salazar Slytherin would be rolling over in his grave if he knew, one of his graduated students of House Slytherin was wearing Gryffindor's colors.

“Are you ready for your gift, birthday boy?” You ask him. Remus nods as he walks inside. The door shuts behind him and the sound of your giggling is heard.

#remus lupin fanfiction #harry potter remus lupin #happy birthday remus lupin #happy birthday #chocolate cake #harry potter has a aunt #the american: welcome back #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem reader #remus lupin imagine #sirius black #ron weasley #ronmione #hermoine granger

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nadinebrooks · 1 year

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

Ron Weasley x Reader: Can We Start Over?

Warnings: I just wanna say I don’t condone cheating, but I wanted this to have a happy ending.

"Mum. Are you in here?" Ginny Weasley called out to her mother while walking into the kitchen of the Burrow.

"Yes, Ginny?" Molly Weasley called back to her youngest child. Molly was frantically running around the kitchen trying to make sure that every single thing was perfect for (y/n).

(y/n) and Ginny had become best friends during their first year at Hogwarts. Ron had kicked Ginny out of his compartment and (y/n)'s older brother kicked her out as well. Ginny found (y/n) sitting alone and practically begged her to sit with her. The last thing she wanted was to ride all the way to Hogwarts alone.

"(y/n) just sent me a letter. She's getting ready to leave her house in about thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?" If it was even possible, Molly was moving even faster than before. There were knives, plates, glasses, spoons, and a couple of plates flying around the kitchen. A knife came flying at Ginny, but she easily dodged it since she was so used to the kitchen being like this.

"Your favorite sons are finally home." George poked his head into the kitchen while making sure that he kept his eyes on everything that was flying around. He and Fred had closed down the shop early so they could come home to enjoy this huge dinner that they had heard about. "You know that this isn't the first time that (y/n) has met us. She knows all of us pretty well besides Charlie."

"That is all true," Fred added poking his head in beside his twin, "Just because you don't make this fantastic dinner for (y/n) isn't going to make her like us any less."

"I know that Fred and George, but it's the first time that she's coming to our house. I know that it may not be what a family like hers is used to. I just want to make a good impression on her. I can't believe that Ginny has known her for six years, and this is the first time she's come over."

"Wait." George scratched his head as if he was in deep thought. "Is (y/n) pureblood."

"Nope." Ginny shook her head, bright red hair swaying all down her back. "She's half. But her father is very well known in the Ministry."

"He's very high up in the Ministry," Fred said. "Mr.Malfoy is even okay with (y/n)'s mom coming over to the Manor for the extravagant balls and dinners. Yet, she doesn't have a drop of magical blood in her." And with that note, the twins had just left the kitchen to head up to their bedrooms to get changed into something comfier.

"What about (y/n)?" It was Ron who had just come down after hearing all the commotion. He was followed by Harry who caused Ginny's cheeks to flush a light pink. Even though Ginny had been seeing Harry all this time, he never failed to cause certain emotions to go through her.

"She's coming over," Ginny smirked at him watching him blush. She knew exactly how Ron felt about (y/n).

He had the biggest crush on her and Ginny actually thought it was adorable. (y/n) told Ginny that she thought he was cute, but she never thought about any feelings for him. She said that if Ron ever made the first move then she would gladly accept it and see where their relationship would go.

"(y/n)-" he stammered. "Like your friend (y/n)." Ron's face was slowly approaching the same color as his hair. Ron hit the deck as a knife flew over. If he hadn't ducked, that knife might have found a home in the side of his neck. "When is she going to be here?" And right as he said that there was a knock at the door.

"That should be her," Harry smirked looking at his best friend. Over the course of the years, Harry and (y/n) had become very close. They weren't as close as Ron and Harry, but they were pretty close to that.

"(y/n)!" Ginny yelled pulling open the door. She pulled her into a hug which she gladly returned. And there stood the most beautiful girl Ron had ever seen in his life.

It seemed as if every time he saw her, she got more and more beautiful. Ron didn't hear a word that she was saying, but he sure was focused on her lips. He was wondering what it was like to kiss her.

She was talking to his mom, Ginny, Harry, and the twins. But he didn't engage in the conversations because he was trying to figure out how someone so beautiful could be in his presence.

"Close your mouth," Harry snickered and patted his back. "You'll catch flies."

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"I don't ever want to see you again Ronald Weasley." (y/n) screamed at Ron in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone instantly stopped what they were doing and turned to focus on the scene that was unfolding before them.

People claim to hate drama, but whenever some drama goes down, they were the first ones there.

Ron wasn't sure what to do. Hermione and Ginny were standing over to the side eye wide. They wanted to help (y/n), but they didn't know what to say. They couldn't think of anything that would make her feel better. Ginny was starting to feel her blood boil. How could her brother do that to her best friend?

Harry had just walked into the common room from getting some more butterbeer and fire whiskey. He was still holding the snitch from the match earlier, but he could tell something was off.

The atmosphere in the room just didn't feel right. He let out a mental sigh, all he wanted to do was enjoy this party after this Quidditch match that the Gryffindor had won. Then he noticed what was wrong.

Ron had his arm tightly wrapped around Lavender and she was smirking. Hermione and Ginny were both glaring at the two of them, and (y/n) was standing over to the side with silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

But all you needed was one glance at Lavender to tell that she was clearly enjoying the attention. She had her eye on Ron for a while, and when she saw the opportunity to take out her threat. She snatched it like a shark that smelled blood in the water.

"Shows over." Harry snapped at the rest of the Gryffindor house. After what had just happened, it would be hard to go back to partying. Luckily it was 2 in the morning, so most of the younger students decided they would head up to bed.

The older ones passed glances of empathy at (y/n) before heading to bed or just to play a couple of games of wizard chess before turning in for the evening.

Lavender sent one last smirk at (y/n), blew a kiss to Ron, and headed up to her dorms. Ginny made a lunge at her, but Hermione managed to hold her back.

"What happened?" Harry asked his friends even though he knew exactly what happened. He was feeling mixed emotions about the whole situation because Ron was his best mate, but he did have slight feeling for (y/n).

Because Ron liked her, he decided to keep those feelings pushed down and just see (y/n) as a younger sister. Some days were better than others.

"I honestly don't know-" Ron ran his hand through his hair making it even messier from Lavender's roaming fingers.

"You made out with Lavender," Hermione simply stated crossing her arms. "Don't act like you don't know what happened."

"That's what happened?" He looked down at his shoes not wanting to meet anyone's eyes.

"Yes, that's exactly what happened. Don't play dumb." Ginny snapped, "I saw you, Hermione saw you, (y/n) saw you. The whole Gryffindor house saw you, Ron Weasley."

"You were all over Lavender," Hermione said her mouth in a straight line.

"And it was disgusting." Ginny added on. "I cannot believe you right now. I stick my neck out so that you can have at least a chance with (y/n) and you go make out with some slut who's had half the Gryffindor house's tongue shoved down her throat."

"Is this true?" Harry turned toward Ron with his green eyes wide.

"Alright. I did it." Ron threw his hands up in the air, "I wasn't thinking straight. I've had way too many drinks and Lavender was right there and I don't know what happened. It just happened. I don't have an excuse."

Harry looked completely disappointed with his friend. He shook his head and walked over to one of the sofas to take a seat.

A small sob escaped from (y/n), and she tried to cover her mouth before it slipped out, but it didn't work. Ron instinctively reached for her, but she took a step back and ran out of the portrait hall. Harry got up from the couch and followed behind her.

"Harry, where are you going?" Ginny questioned.

"Even though he may be my best mate," Harry jabbed a finger at Ron, "you hurt her for no good reason. Ron, she loves you. And like Ginny said, you ruined a perfectly good relationship for her. She needs someone to comfort her."

"I'm so sorry." Ron looked at his sister and his other best friend, but they didn't look like they wanted to accept his apology.

"Why are you apologizing to us?" Ginny sneered.

"You should really be out there looking for (y/n) and trying to apologize to her." Hermione nodded.

"I would, but I really don't think she wants to see me right now." Ron sighed and lowered himself onto the sofa Harry was sitting on moments before. How could he have ruined a relationship like that?

Sometimes it seemed as if (y/n) was the only one that was on his side. The only one that believed he should keep trying at Quidditch even though he thought he was horrible. Even though pretty much the whole school thought he was horrible. (y/n) was always in his corner. And this is how he relayed her?

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It had been a couple of weeks since (y/n) and Ron's relationship was over. They thought that time would heal the wounds, but as the days went by, it seemed to get worse.

To cover up how he was feeling, Ron started spending more and more time with Lavender. (y/n) wanted to cry every single time she saw or thought about them News traveled around the school fast and pretty much everyone had heard what was going on.

Even Draco had tried to come and comfort (y/n), but all she wanted was Ron back. She wouldn't ever admit that though. Draco told her that she was too good for him and that he didn't deserve her.

"I was thinking about going out to Hogsmeade tonight." Harry sat down beside (y/n) at a table in the library. She had devoted herself to doing the best she could in all of her classes to take her mind off Ron. Which meant spending just about every moment in this library with her nose shoved into some textbook.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? It's the weekend, you should get out and do something fun. We miss you (y/n) and Ron won't be there so don't worry about it. Just be ready at 7 and dress nice, okay?" And with that Harry left (y/n) wondering what he had planned.

Later that evening they headed with a couple of the other students to a little pub. Ginny went up to order the drinks while everyone else went to look for the table. After sitting and talking with her, Hermione, and Harry, everything started to feel normal again. Like maybe (y/n) could actually get over Ron. Well, that's what she was thinking until he entered the pub.

He found their table and quickly walked over there. (y/n) was looking for Lavender, but she was nowhere to be found which was weird because they went everywhere together. (y/n) then looked down studying her napkin as if it was the most intresting napkin in the world and not the same ones that they used back in the Great Hall.

(y/n) was glad that she actually decided to throw on some last-minute makeup before she came down here. The night seemed to drag on forever. (y/n) and Ron didn't talk directly to each other, they just gave their input here and there never talking to the other.

"I need to make a run to the ladies' room." (y/n) had become a little tipsy from the couple of shots of fire whiskey she had. Harry was sitting on the outside and she was just going to crawl over him so he didn't have to put himself in the middle of this crowded pub, "I'm just going to squeeze over you." She giggled and attempted to crawl over the raven-haired boy. (y/n) slipped and fell right onto Harry's lap. Harry felt his cheeks heat up, but he gently pushed (y/n) off of him and steadied her on the ground. "Sorry." She giggled one last time before scampering off.

Ron didn't know what had come over, but he was furious with Harry. He was just yelling at him and really starting to cause a scene so Hermione made them take their argument outside.

When (y/n) came back she looked around the table confused, and a sweet boy in Hufflepuff told them that they had gone outside. Hermione and Ginny were just standing there watching them back and forth like a tennis match. A large crowd had even gathered around to watch and see what all the fuss was about.

"You hurt her." Harry roared, "She loved you Ron and you threw all that away for some kiss? Some girl that just happened to be there at the moment? You couldn't stand Lavender last year."

"I know Harry." He roared back, "You don't think that those thoughts cross my mind every single moment that I'm awake and they haunt my dreams."

"I could treat her better than you can." Harry mumbled looking down at the snowy ground. (y/n)'s eyes grew wide and she couldn't help but think if she had been with Harry would she have gotten hurt like this?

"Harry you don't deserve her." Ron looked down and shook his head.

"And you do?" Harry shot back.

"No," Ron mumbled and that surprised everyone. "That's the thing. None of us do. She's too good for this earth Harry, don't you understand that? Not only is she beautiful on the outside, but she is just as stunning on the inside. She thinks everyone deserves a second chance no matter how horrible what they did. But she gave me a chance Harry. She could have anyone but she gave me a chance that I ruined. And if I was her, I wouldn't give myself a second chance either. I messed it up for some girl that isn't half as amazing as her." Tears spilled from both Ron's and (y/n)'s eyes. Hermione even looked as if she was on the verge of tears. "She's too good for me Harry, but if you think you can do a better chance, go ahead. Just once you get her, don't ever do anything to let her go."

"Ron." (y/n) whispered stepping out of the darkness and under a streetlamp.

"I am so sorry." Was all he could say before (y/n) had ran into his arms. "If you gave me another chance, I would never hurt you."

"I guess everyone deserves a second chance."

"So that means I can start over?" Ron asked and (y/n) nodded.

"Sure." She whispered.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley."

"And I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

#harry potter masterlist #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x fem!reader

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rotten1angel · 3 months

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mistletoe / r. weasley

ron weasley x fem!reader

word count — 0.7k

summary — you stay with the weasleys for christmas break and the twins enchant mistletoe to form whenever you and ron are within a foot of eachother

authors note & warnings: found this in my docs from my old account so here we are! lmk any warnings i should add!

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the twins had been teasing ron for a week already once they found out through their extendable ears that he had a crush on you.

you had come home with ron (and harry) for christmas break as your family was off to some other country. molly welcomed you as her own and you — after staying up late with harry and ron — went to sleep in ginny’s room during break.

however, one late late night, harry and ron had been talking — george and fred overheard them whispering and snuck in an extendable ear — and heard ron slip up, saying he had a crush on you. and since then, which was the second night of christmas break, they had teased him relentlessly.

first, it had started with little slips of knowledge — such as them raising their eyebrows at ron whenever you and him were a little too close to each other, which happened often. whether it was you two sitting on the couch, thigh-to-thigh and your head on his shoulder or you moving your chair at the dinner table closer to his.

but soon the twins kicked it up a notch. the two boys told ron that they knew about his crush on you — which already had gotten him nervous. but then the twins began their games. they had enchanted mistletoe to grow from the roof whenever you and ron were in a foot of each other — it was a tricky enchantment, but they managed it all to embarrass their brother.

“can you two please unenchant the mistletoe! it’s starting to get weird everytime i tear it off the ceiling without (y/n) seeing what it is!” ron whisper-shouted at the twins — causing them to stifle a laugh.

“we’re just trying to help our dear baby brother,” fred started.

“yeah, ron, and it’ll end at the end of break in a week.” george finished. ron’s mouth fell into a straight line as he turned and walked away from the two.

as he walked off from the twins he almost crashed into you as you were following ginny into the kitchen. and as it had been for the past week — a red and green mistletoe grew at the top of the doorframe except this time, you caught sight of it, and so did ginny. your cheeks heated as you looked at the christmas-colored plant, you then briefly made eye contact with ron as ginny grabbed your wrist and pulled you past him. you two retreated into a corner of the kitchen as your hands flew to cover your face and ginny giggled.

“that was–” ginny started but one of your hands flew to cover her mouth.

“shush! someone might hear you!” you whisper-yell at her — causing her to giggle and you did the same.

“listen, as much as i want to gag at the thought of someone with my brother, you need to face your feelings!” you sighed, knowing she was right.

“but what if it ruins our friendship? then it’ll likely impact you and me and just — i can't!” you ranted, and ginny groaned–however agreed to drop the subject.

you two each got a glass of water and headed back upstairs–it was a few hours after sunset and you assumed it was time to go to bed.

however, as you laid awake 2 hours later, you had grown bored of ginny’s room and ventured out. being as quiet as you could, you creeped down the creaky, wooden stairs. making your way to the kitchen you slid on the hard floors with your socks. you regretted not bringing your — now empty — water glass as you reluctantly got another out of the cupboard.

you filled up the glass and took a big sip, however most of it was spat out as you had gotten spooked by ron’s figure entering the doorway.

“ron!” you whisper-shouted, making the boy jump.

“oi! you scared me (y/n)!”

“oh! i scared you?!” you rolled your eyes at him, a smile small on your face as you muttered a quick charm to clean up the spilled water. you leaned against the counter and put your glass on it, freeing your hands. ron had joined you up against the counter–causing mistletoe to form.

“sorry, fred and george have this idea that i like you—”

“do you? i mean– do you like me?” you muttered to the now red-faced boy, turning your head to look at him. in an instant, he moved around to in front of you, his hand resting hesitantly a few inches from your face.

“would.. would you want me to?” he asks in a murmur, his eyes gazing into yours.

you nod gently as his hand cups your cheek softly and his lips inch towards yours. you close the gap as your soft lips met his slightly chapped ones. he pulled away after a moment, catching his breath.

“then yes, (y/n), im in love with you.” you grinned at him, pulling his shirt collar to bring him back in for another kiss.

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ecliptiz · 10 months

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𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ╰► WEASLEY TWINS

Summary; Designing prank worthy things with your twins.

Warnings; Cursing, Fem!Reader

THE BURROW was enveloped in a tranquil hush, as raindrops danced upon the windows accompanied by occasional bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Within a cozy room on the second floor, three teenagers gathered, finding solace in the familiar embrace of the Weasley abode.

Soft candlelight flickered, casting an ethereal glow that revealed the intricate dance of their hands amidst the fragrant blend of gunpowder, cinnamon, and wisps of smoke. The scent, far from overwhelming, teased their senses, fueling their creativity.

Among the trio, the sole girl engrossed herself in a delicate ballet of quill and parchment, meticulously crafting designs for their latest arsenal of prank fireworks. Her eyes glimmered with mischief and ingenuity.

Meanwhile, the red-headed twins harmoniously toiled side by side, each immersed in their own peculiar inventions. George deftly manipulated the components of a basic blaze box, while Fred tinkered with the delicate intricacies of a fainting fancy.

Y/N gracefully rose from her perch atop a pile of cozy quilted blankets, drawn to the small table in the boys' room where an intriguing prototype of the firework awaited her attention. With confident strides, she approached Fred and George, who were immersed in their work, surrounded by an array of tools.

As if sensing her presence, the mischievous twins instinctively shifted, creating a comfortable space for her without a word exchanged.

Seating herself amongst them, Y/N leaned forward, her slender fingers reaching for the necessary tools to tinker with the intricate box that would house their explosive creations. Aware of the spells involved, she needed to devise a clever mechanism that would grant easy access for the magic to ignite the fireworks and unleash their breathtaking display.

A flicker of concern danced in Y/N's eyes as she noticed George's finger dangerously close to a newly crafted stink bomb, known to be flawed and potentially catastrophic with the slightest mishap. Swiftly, she issued a warning to protect them all from potential disaster.

"Don't set that off," she cautioned, her voice laced with a mixture of care and firmness.

A mischievous smirk played upon George's lips as he met her gaze, his finger retracting cautiously. "Don't worry, Y/N-"

"We know what we're doing," Fred confidently interjected, his words blending seamlessly with his brother's as they finished each other's sentences effortlessly—an established rapport that came naturally to the mischievous duo.

Y/N emitted a playful hum, accompanied by an exaggerated roll of her eyes, mirroring their words with a hint of sarcasm and a huff. Deep down, she knew all too well the likelihood of one of them setting something off accidentally.

Returning her focus to her own box of tools, she allowed her mind to delve into the intricate workings, her body moving on autopilot as if she were merely a bystander to her own actions.

Suddenly, the sound of George stifling a laugh disrupted her reverie, causing her to snap back to reality. Her gaze met his mischievous brown eyes, which were brimming with suppressed amusement.

Curiosity piqued, she followed his line of sight, turning to face Fred. To her amusement, he now sported black soot on his face and hair, his eyes closed tightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Unable to contain her laughter, Y/N raised her eyebrows and addressed Fred, her voice laced with mirth. "What did you do, Fred?" Her laughter danced through her words as she approached him, extending a gentle touch to his soot-covered face, the residue leaving a smudge on her fingertip.

Fred, his eyes still shut tightly, couldn't help but crack a small grin at Y/N's amusement. He opened his eyes, revealing the mischief twinkling within them, and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know, just testing the boundaries of our latest creation," he replied with a mischievous glint in his voice.

George chimed in, unable to contain his laughter any longer. "He wanted to see if the explosion would match his new 'sooty chic' look," he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/N joined in the lighthearted banter, her laughter blending with theirs. "Well, Fred, I must say, it's a fashion statement like no other," she remarked, her eyes gleaming with playful affection. She reached for a nearby cloth and gently wiped away the soot from Fred's face, revealing his familiar freckled features underneath.

Fred leaned into her touch, a mischievous glimmer still present in his eyes. "All for the sake of experimentation, my dear Y/N. We can't let a little soot get in the way of pushing the limits, can we?" he quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

As Y/N rolled her eyes at Fred's groaning, she persisted in wiping away the lingering soot from his face, her touch gentle yet determined. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she playfully tousled his hair, attempting to dislodge the remaining traces of ash that stubbornly clung to his vibrant orange locks. She watched with satisfaction as the particles floated away, revealing his familiar fiery mane once again.

Stepping back, Y/N couldn't help but let out a teasing smile as she turned her attention to George. Leaning forward, her voice dipped into a playful tone. "See, George, I told you one of you would set something off," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of victory.

George returned her teasing with a smirk of his own, engaging in their familiar banter. "Ah, but Y/N, you never specified which one of us it would be. You only mentioned me," he countered, his tone laced with playful defiance.

Amidst their banter, Fred couldn't resist joining in on the playful teasing. He straightened his now-soot-free appearance, feigning mock offense. "Oi, now hold on a minute! I'm not the only one to blame here. We're a dynamic duo, after all," he chimed in, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes once agian, standing to streach her legs.

Y/N's laughter subsided as she stood up to stretch her legs, her playful energy still lingering in the air. Unbeknownst to the twins, a small, unnoticed spark danced between the metal tools they carried, finding its way to the exposed rope of the firework prototype.

As the spark made contact with the rope, a sudden burst of light illuminated the room, accompanied by a resounding pop. The trio's attention snapped towards the source of the commotion, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, blimey! Did we just...?" Fred's voice trailed off, his eyes fixed on the unexpected firework display that now illuminated the room in a shower of colorful sparks.

George's jaw dropped in astonishment, his initial shock soon giving way to an infectious grin. "Well, it seems our latest creation has a bit of a mind of its own," he exclaimed, a mix of excitement and amusement lacing his words.

As the room filled with an array of exploding fireworks, the trio instinctively ducked and bolted out of the door, only to come face to face with a disheveled Percy Weasley, his hair awry and a perplexed expression etched on his face.

Percy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene before him. "What in Merlin's beard is going on here?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and exasperation.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged sheepish glances, their faces smudged with soot and their hair slightly disheveled. "Well, you see, Percy, it's all part of our latest experiment with fireworks," Fred explained, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he sheepishly shuffled, trying to rid himself of the soot on his sweater.

George nodded in agreement, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Yes, Percy, just a small, unexpected mishap." he added, his tone filled with both apology and amusement.

Y/N chimed in, her voice laced with a touch of laughter. "We didn't anticipate the fireworks taking on a life of their own, but hey, that's the fun of experimentation, right?" she said, a hint of mischief and a slight bit of worry dancing in her eyes.

"No, this is not alright! Go and get Mum!" Percy exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and concern. He hurried down the stairs, shouting about a fire, his footsteps echoing through the house.

Within moments, the sound of hurried footsteps resonated through the hallways, growing louder as they approached. Molly Weasley, wearing a disheveled and sleepy expression, emerged at the top of the stairs, her wand gripped tightly in her hand.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" Molly demanded, her voice a mixture of worry and sternness as she took in the chaotic scene before her.

Fred, George, and Y/N exchanged guilty glances, their expressions mirroring a combination of remorse and amusement. "Err... Mum, it's just a little mishap with our fireworks experiment. No need to worry!" Fred offered, attempting to alleviate his mother's concern.

George nodded in agreement, though a hint of mischief danced in his eyes. "Yes, Mum, just a minor setback in our brilliant invention. We assure you, everything is under control," he reassured, his voice tinged with both sincerity and mischief.

Molly sighed, her gaze shifting from one soot-covered face to another. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you lot. One of these days, you'll blow up the entire house," she muttered, a mix of exasperation and affection in her voice.

After Molly retreated to her room and Percy returned to his with one last disapproving glare, the twins and Y/N made their way back to the now clean room, exhaling a collective sigh of relief.

Y/N couldn't help but tease them, a playful glint in her eyes. "When did you two start talking like that? 'Just a little mishap' and 'minor setback'," she quipped, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Fred grinned, his voice laced with humor. "Oh, you know, when we're desperately trying to avoid getting killed or having our heads fed to hippogriffs," he replied, his tone filled with a touch of melodrama.

George chuckled, effortlessly picking up the conversation where Fred left off. "And let's not forget, Mum isn't particularly fond of our experimental endeavors. So, we have to maintain an air of sophistication," he added- keeping his ‘classic’ type talk, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Y/N shook her head with a laugh, playfully nudging George's arm. "Well, you two certainly have mastered the art of keeping it classy," she remarked, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Hours passed, and the trio found themselves nestled in Fred's bed, opting for it over George's due to the clutter of tools and experiments. Y/N lay in the middle, sandwiched between the twins, their bodies intertwined.

George's chest pressed against Y/N's back, his arm draped around her waist. His hand lightly grazed her side, his touch both comforting and possessive. The rhythm of his heartbeat reverberated against her back, and his warm breath tickled her face and neck. The soft strands of his long hair brushed against her skin, adding to the intimate closeness they shared.

Fred lay close to Y/N, their legs entangled as they sought warmth and comfort in their sleep. His mouth was slightly ajar, hinting at the dreams that danced behind his closed eyelids. Together, they formed a picture of peaceful slumber, their connection evident even in the realm of dreams.

As morning arrived, the peaceful scene of the intertwined trio was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Their laughter filled the room, barely contained as they stood by the bed, holding an enchanted muggle camera that captured moving pictures.

With mischievous grins, Ron and Harry aimed the camera at the entangled figures before them. The enchanted device froze the moment in time, capturing a few seconds of their synchronized breaths and the serenity on their faces.

Just as Fred's eyes fluttered open, the image repeated itself, creating a loop of that particular moment, destined to play on a continuous loop.

The sounds of screams could be heard in the Weasley burrow that morning.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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may-clouds · 2 years

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COMFORTING YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK

ron weasley x f!gryffindor!reader headcanon

― when you don't show up to class, ron finds you in the dorms and realises that you've caught some sort of virus

― fluff / comfort

― warnings: you have a cold? medication intake, cussing

― yes, i have a massive cold so i'm coping by writing this

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Ron was rather concerned when you didn't show up to any of your classes. He knew that there was no way that you'd purposefully avoid your favourite second-period class.

You were nowhere to be found, so he decided to skip his next class to search the dorms for you.

He found you entangled in your bedsheets, sweating and coughing weakly in your bed.

"Ron?" you called out his name, making him flinch at how low, gravelly and thick your voice was.

"I'm here," he'd mumble, sitting on the edge of your bed and swiftly moving your hair off of your forehead, "Are you alright, love?"

"Do I look okay?" you'd laugh, but it'd turn into a vicious coughing fit.

Ron would rub your back when you sat up to cough or blow your nose. He didn't know what else he could do to help you, so he'd offer to fetch you some water, snacks and medicine for you.

He hung onto your every word and followed through with your every request.

Granted, at first you tried to push him away since he was missing a class and you feared that he'd catch your illness, but Ron insisted that he stuck by your side.

Eventually you welcomed the forehead kisses and all of the cuddles that he offered.

His presence was incredibly comforting, and you kept making jokes about how Ron was like your own personal remedy.

After a while, you both managed to find a perfect balance to make sure that you weren't overheating or freezing your ass off. Finally you could comfortably rest in eachother's arms.

Hours later, when Harry and Hermione came up to find where you and Ron had gone, they found you both sound asleep and still cuddled up together in your bed.

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confused-pyramid · 1 year

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Better Not to Give

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: It's your sixth year at Hogwarts and Draco has been acting different. The more he pushes you away, the more you try to hold on, but at what cost?

word count: 4.7k

warnings: SMUT (p in v, fingering), slight hair pulling, marking, Draco is a death eater, angst, drinking

a/n: I wrote this hoping it would be a one-shot, but now I'm potentially seeing a part two during/after the war...

He looks terrible when you glance up at him from across the Great Hall. Harry is buttering his toast next to you and you furtively lift your head to get a better look at Draco by the Slytherin table.

He's picking at his food and you wish you could say this is a new development, but he hasn't been himself all year. Your brows knit with worry as he drops his fork and dips his head down, as though the weight of it has tired him out. You never thought you'd be saying this, but you have found yourself missing his arrogance and elitist snipes ever since the turn in his demeanor.

Before your family denounced their ancestral connections to the ideology of blood purity, you had been a part of the Sacred 28, and that meant being a welcome dinner guest at the Malfoys' throughout your childhood. You and Draco hadn't always gotten along, but it never grew into anything more than silly insults or fruitless rivalries.

Draco stands up from his table suddenly, and your feet push into the ground, almost by instinct. Before you have a chance to follow his movements, he rushes out of the hall, his head dipping down as his robe swishes in his wake.

"Hey, you alright?" Hermione asks as your foot taps the floor impatiently.

"Yeah," you answer, your eyes still trained on where he disappeared out the doors. "I'll be right back."

You take your time walking past the tables, but when you're out of sight of your friends, you hasten your pace, practically running until you spot him at the end of the hallway.

"Draco," you call out after him, but he either doesn't hear you or he chooses not to slow his footsteps.

When you reach him, you grab his shoulder, trying to stop his movements, but he flinches under your touch, pulling back quickly.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your breaths coming out in small pants. "I just wanted to see if everything was okay."

Draco reaches up to grab the back of his neck.

Okay? he thinks to himself with something that sounds almost like a laugh. Nothing will ever be okay again.

But he doesn't say that.

"I'm fine," he says shortly, his eyes glancing around like he's afraid you're being watched. By who?

You don't know how to respond to something that is so obviously a lie, but you press on anyway. "You haven't been yourself since the summer."

He makes a small noise and it takes you a moment to realize it's supposed to be a scoff. "Maybe this is who I actually am."

This time it's you who wants to scoff, because if there's anything you can be certain of, it's that you know Draco Malfoy, through and through. You knew him when he was still the little boy trying to beat his own personal speed on his tiny broom and when he helped you steal a doll from a toy shop because your mother wouldn't buy it for you. But you also knew him when he got a slap to the face for talking back to his father and when he cried himself to sleep for a week because he disappointed his family at his first quidditch match.

Even when his family turned you away, you knew he hadn't. You knew that although you were supposed to be on opposite sides of an impending war, at least a part of him still cared about you. You also knew that you cared about him too.

"Am I really supposed to believe that?"

He just shrugs and it makes you want to scream. "I don't really care what you believe anymore."

He doesn't spare you a second glance before turning around and stalking away.

~~~

The winter chill hits its peak and you start to see less and less of Draco. Your friends don't understand your interest in his wellbeing but they also don't know the history you share. You would trust them with your life, but this was Draco's life and that was something else entirely.

The last snow of the year hits on a weekend trip to Hogsmeade, and you join Harry, Ron, and Hermione as they make their way down the small cobblestone road.

"I need a new broom," Ron complains, gazing wistfully into every shop you pass. "I also need a new wand."

Harry pats him on the back, shooting him an amused look and you can't help the laugh that bubbles up inside of you.

When you finally reach Three Broomsticks, Ron's complaints finally become achievable.

"A warm butterbeer sounds brilliant right now," he remarks, his eyes lighting up.

"That can be easily arranged," Hermione smiles, linking her arm through his as she pulls him into the shop.

Having never been a fan of butterbeer, you hang back, letting them all ahead of you. "You three go ahead. I'll grab a drink and come meet you here."

White flakes dance across your vision as you traipse down the street, your gloved hands burrowing deeper into your pockets as the cold stings your skin.

You're considering where to sit down when you see a telltale flash of blond through the windows of the Hog's Head. Draco's pale hair is stark against the black of his robes and a shiver runs through you as you watch him lean over his steaming mug.

The rush of warmth you expect when you push open the doors doesn't arrive, but it's still more temperate than the icy chill outside, so you cast off your gloves and take a seat beside him.

"I'll get a glass of mead," you tell the owner as you lean back in your rickety wooden chair.

Draco doesn't seem surprised when you turn to face him, but his eyes flash with a mix of amusement and anticipation. "I should've known you'd be a mead person. You were the only kid I knew who didn't like pumpkin juice."

You flash him a guarded smile and his eyes catch on the maroon flush that colors your cheeks. He had seen you through the window before you walked in, and when you opened the doors, he told himself it was a bad idea, especially with everything going on in his life, but he couldn't help but stay. He could never help himself when you were involved.

"I'm honestly not sure why I ordered one," you tell him, your eyes turning sad. "Maybe it's still on my mind after Ron was poisoned with a bottle of mead last week."

Draco shrinks back slightly, but you catch the movement before he can shake it off. He wasn't trying to hurt Ron when he sent Slughorn that bottle, but he also couldn't deny that Weasley wasn't someone he would've mourned.

But you would've cared. And in another life, that would have been enough to make him care too.

He's surprised when you reach forward to grab his hand, and he can tell that it wasn't something you had planned to do. You blush again, and he wishes that he could pull your body against his and shield you from the cold and whatever else is coming across the horizon, but that isn't something he gets to do anymore. Not since he made his choice.

"Do you remember when we were kids?" you ask suddenly, jerking him back to reality. "How we would sneak into my parents' shed and steal their brooms to practice while they were sleeping."

That's not what you really want to ask him, but a few childhood memories couldn't cause the damage you were afraid of causing if you dug any deeper.

You had such a crush on him when you first came to Hogwarts. The arrogant little boy who always got what he wanted. Everyone cast him away as a lost cause, but they didn't know what was underneath...what made him the way he was. The memories were at the edge of your subconscious and you could feel how close they were to teetering off into the void, especially with who he had become in the last year.

Draco, on the other hand, can remember everything from that time. He remembers the little girl who was too smart for her own good and how you always knew what he was thinking about, even before the thought entered his mind. He remembers your bushy pigtails and the way you always made your bed in the morning, just because it was something your mother taught you to do. He wonders if you still do.

"I suppose," he finally replies, seeing your fingers go slack against his palm. He can feel the disappointment emanating from you, but a little disappointment would never hurt as much as what was coming. What he was bringing in.

Your fingers slip down his hand and he relishes your touch, even though your skin is still icy from the snow, but when your hand reaches his sleeve, he jerks back.

You flinch too, more out of surprise than anything else, but he pulls his hands away and under the table too fast for you to notice anything awry. "Draco, what's wrong?"

"We aren't children anymore," he snarls, and it's like you can see the walls being built before your very eyes. The fortress that you always believed you had to keys to shuts right in front of you and his eyes glaze over without an ounce of recollection. "Whatever you think we are, you're wrong."

He stands up, his robes enveloping him like a dark cloud, and before you have a chance to respond, the door is swinging shut behind him.

~~~

When you open the door to Three Broomsticks, the atmosphere is much warmer than the Hog's Head. Laughter echoes around the pub and you feel a smile pull at your lips even after Draco's abrupt departure.

"Over here!" Ron's voice calls from behind the small staircase, and you follow it to find the trio with three butterbeers sitting in front of them.

"Anyway, as I was saying," Harry continues, motioning for you to take the seat next to him. "The Katie Bell incident and your poisoning have to be connected."

He had been on this train of suspicion for a while, but with each new event, he was getting more and more reckless with his theories.

"Harry, I'm not so sure-" Hermione starts, but he cuts her off, lifting his hand from the table as he gesticulates intensely.

"Both the cursed necklace and the poisoned mead were gifts from an unknown source," he emphasizes, looking at each of you intently, "and I think that source is Malfoy."

Your eyes snap to his and you quickly look down at the table before you give anything away. You remember how Draco flinched at the mention of Ron's ordeal, and you want to shake the thought away, but you can't.

It feels like a betrayal to ever consider this notion, but the change in his mood this year did strike you as foreboding.

Maybe Harry was right. Maybe the person you grew up with and cared for and loved wasn't who you thought he was.

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You don't see Draco for a few days after your disastrous Hogsmeade encounter, but it's not for lack of looking. Any suspicions you have about his wrongdoings this year are unfounded, and you aren't about to pin something on him without proof. Besides, you know him and you know he lashes out when he's in pain, and if this world had taught you anything, it was that someone pushing you away meant you just had to hold onto them tighter.

That time comes the following evening when you see Draco rushing into an abandoned bathroom on the second floor, his hair a mess and his shirt sticking to his skin.

Your friends have made it clear that they thought your interest in him was another symptom of your desire to fix everything, and with Harry hot on his trail with one theory or another, you were finding it hard to be around them all the time.

Draco is pressed up against the sink when you push the door open, his small sobs echoing around the room. Despair floods you with ice and you rush forward, desperate to do something.

His skin looks paler than you have ever seen it, and when your hand comes forward to glide up his back, his skin feels clammy and cold.

"Please," you whisper, wishing he would share something with you. Anything. "Please let me help you. Whatever your family is doing to you can't go on forever."

You know that even if Harry was right and Draco really was twisted up in something dark, the source always went back to one place: his family. You grew up with a family that protected you, so if nothing else, you at least knew what love wasn't supposed to look like.

Nevertheless, it's the wrong thing to say, and he freezes, his breath slowing down instantly. He doesn't question your intentions, because if there's one thing he knows about you, it's that you're good, but Snape's words from earlier are still painted across his eyelids.

"I made the unbreakable vow."

He had been chosen for this. The Dark Lord had chosen him, but even after he proved himself time and time again, they didn't believe he could do it.

"I don't want your help," he says, but instead of a sneer, it comes out more like a gasp. "Don't you understand? There's no out for me."

He can see you struggling to understand, but he can't afford to be more than vague. His family is relying on him. They are counting on him to do what his father couldn't, and he won't let them down. Not like they had.

So maybe he isn't a killer, but maybe he isn't what you think either.

You can feel the anguish in his words, and your throat thickens with tears threatening to escape. "There has to be something I can do."

"There isn't." He cuts you off forcefully, and you see the finality shining in his eyes as he turns to face the mirror again, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.

The mark on his wrist stings harshly in his skin and he looks down as you stalk out of the bathroom. It's supposed to feel right and he knows he's been chosen for something so much greater than himself, but he also can't help but feel like he didn't get to choose.

You are much too good for him, and he can already feel himself corroding you with each whisper of his breath and glance of his fingers.

You grew up together and even when your families' ideas tried to tear you both apart, something had made him hold on. If he's fully honest with himself, he'll call it what it is.

He loves you.

But he can't admit it. He can't, because that would mean admitting that he's not sure. That the doctrine his father spent 16 years pounding into his skull didn't take, and above all, that the mark carved into his wrist was a mistake.

He splashes water on his face, but his skin still burns like he's been branded.

~~~

"You're quiet today," Harry observes at breakfast a few weeks later. "What's going on with you?"

You shake your head, taking a small bite of your toast. "Nothing. I'm just getting a bit behind in school."

"I can help, if you'd like," Hermione offers, squeezing your arm.

"I've got it covered," you smile at her, leaning against her shoulder, "but thank you."

Her bouncy waves tickle your cheek and you can't help but think about all the times Draco insulted and threatened your friends. How was it fair to keep giving him second and third and fourth chances when he never even gave them one?

Something pulls at the corner of your vision and you look up to see him walking into the Great Hall, a flighty look in his eyes. Harry follows your line of sight and makes an irritated noise. "He has some nerve showing his face here. I overheard him talking to Snape the other day and I think he's up to something. Something bad."

You feared just as much, but you weren't about to give Harry any more ammunition.

Your eyes glide across his features, glancing over his disheveled hair and wide eyes. He still looks beautiful, even in this state, but you force yourself to look away. Whatever feelings you had - or have - for him don't matter anymore.

Breakfast ends quietly and you spend the day catching up on some essays you've been assigned before the end of term. The air outside had started to warm again, and even though the night brings a slight chill, the snow was fully gone and the plants were starting to revive themselves.

When your eyes start to hurt from staring at parchment all day, you make your way to the Astronomy tower for some fresh air, and are pleased to find it empty. Everyone was likely cramming in some last-minute studying or sleeping before exams arrived.

Night falls quickly and soon the stars start to peek out across the clear sky. You try to identify the constellations, but you were never very good at that kind of thing.

"Orion," a voice mutters from behind you, and you spin around to see Draco, partially shrouded by the surrounding darkness. His dark suit blends into the night sky and you only get a good look at him once he approaches you, his arms resting on the railing beside yours.

"Thanks," you breathe, turning back to the view before you. You haven't gotten over your last interaction - at least that's what you've told yourself - and you don't want to make this easy for him. He may not owe the world anything right now, but he owes you the respect of an apology.

"I'm sorry about before," he says shortly and you almost laugh. You wish you could pin his ability to practically read your mind on your time together when you were young, but this was something else entirely. Something real and lasting and above all, futile.

You nod, finally chancing a look at him. There's no breeze tonight, so his hair stays flat, and you lift your hand to push a stray piece behind his ear.

Your fingers are warm against his skin and he does everything in his power to stay still, even as his body urges him to run for the hills. He doesn't deserve you, but you don't deserve his baggage either. He can't keep pushing you down in the hope that you will stay away from the chaos he brings with him wherever he goes.

"My mother taught me all of the constellations," he whispers suddenly, his grip on the railing tightening as he dives back into his memories. "She said our family was tied to the stars and that I had to know about our history if I was to learn from their mistakes."

You know bits and pieces of this story, but you can tell that he needs to say it, so you let him.

"I hated it," he says, and you can sense the tinge of sentimentality staining his words. "I didn't want to look up at the sky, because after everything my father did to me, I didn't ever want to feel small again."

"Draco," you whisper, struggling to find the right words to help him. To bring back the mischievous, naïve boy who didn't know what this kind of pain felt like. "Hurting people will never make you the bigger man."

His face contorts and you feel the sting of tears in your chest. "Don't you think I know that? I don't give a damn about anything anymore, I just want my family to get out of this bloody cycle. I just want to feel safe for once!"

His words slice you open and you grasp his shoulder, pulling him down into a hug that surprises the both of you. His body envelopes you, bringing you warmth, even as his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

You see the battle being fought inside his mind, you can almost hear the clang of weapons when he opens his mouth to speak. The boy whose father turned away when he was hurt and pushed him further when he tried to hold back.

You don't have any illusions about being able to save him from himself, but you also know that if you can make him feel safe for just a moment, it may be enough.

"I'm here with you," you whisper against his neck. "I'm always going to be with you."

He makes a sound that's somewhere between a gasp and a groan and suddenly his lips are on yours. He turns you around, away from the railing, and brings his hands up to your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. He can taste the unspoken words between your lips, and he wishes he lived in a world where you could say them, and he could accept, but he doesn't.

So instead he settles for this. For one night where he can pretend he isn't a Malfoy and that he doesn't have the responsibilities he has been given. One night where you look at him and see the boy you once loved, and not a problem that needs to be fixed.

You slide your hands up his back, gasping against his mouth as he tugs on your hair just hard enough for it to sting. You can feel his hands make their way down your spine, and when his fingers glide over each ridge, it's like he's trying to memorize every divot of your body.

Draco was not the kind of boy who did things without a purpose. He had a reason when he bought the Slytherin team new brooms, just as he did when he joined Umbridge's student army. Tonight was no different. You could feel the finality in each of his touches, as though he was trying to fit every experience and emotion into one moment.

He brings his hands down to the hem of your sweater, lifting it up and over your head in one motion. A small breeze floats across your skin, scattering goosebumps in its wake. When he returns his lips to your neck and laves over your pulse, the shiver that runs through you isn't from the cold.

Your fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, but when you move to cast it away, he grabs your hands and brings them down with a slight shake of his head. He leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, but when he bares his teeth, nipping at the junction where you neck meets your collarbone, your knees start to buckle.

Draco uses your momentum to lean you down on the ground, quickly tearing his jacket off and laying it under your head. Your body, laid out before him, is open for the taking, and he has to grit his teeth to keep his pants from tightening too fast. He makes quick work of your skirt, and when his cold fingers slide over your entrance, you shudder under him, before grasping his neck and bringing him down to kiss you again.

He enters you slowly, his lithe fingers taking their time as you gasp against his mouth. Your hips jump as he adds another finger, and the only sounds you hear are the deepening of your breaths and the twinkling of the wind chimes hung across the Astronomy tower.

Draco grips onto your waist, using his positioning to press you farther into the hard ground as you shudder beneath him. His fingers dig into your soft skin, relishing every sigh and touch you afford him. He knows he would take anything you would give him now, and he does.

When his thumb finds your clit, you are practically shaking, and a few more quick thrusts are all it takes to make you buck forward, your thighs tightening as moans spill from your lips.

He comes down for another searing kiss, swallowing your gasps as your aftershocks abate. You look so beautiful sprawled out in front of him, your eyes blissful and your mouth and neck splotched pink from his teeth.

"Draco," you whisper, sitting up and undoing the buttons of his pants. "I want this- I want you, please."

His skin is flushed and he looks ethereal with his shirt hanging over his shoulders. When his pants come off, he bends over you again, leaning you back slowly. His eyes don't leave yours as he enters you, taking his time until he bottoms out.

Your mouth parts with a silent cry and he pushes in again, unable to take his eyes off the divot between your eyebrows as pleasure overtakes you. You have always been beautiful and he closes his eyes for a moment, unable to believe he gets to have you like this.

He presses his lips to your throat, trying to put everything he can't say into the touch of your skin. I love you, I love you, I love you.

His thrusts hasten and he drags his teeth down your neck, fulfilling his primal urge to mark you in some way that's so much more pure and raw than the mark defiling his skin.

Your gasps get louder before suddenly you're tumbling over the edge. It's not long before you're taking him with you, and he presses his palm into the ground beside you to keep his body from falling onto yours.

You feel incredible around him, and for a moment he almost forgets about the brand piercing his wrist, turning him into someone he's not.

When you both come down, you smile at him sweetly, reaching up to smooth down the side of his messy hair.

He has to resist the urge to bend down and steal another kiss when a bell rings loudly and fear punctures his brain, blurring his vision momentarily.

They're coming.

"You have to get out of here," he hisses, grabbing your sweater and pressing it into your hands. "Now, go, please."

"Draco, you're scaring me," you say, tugging your sweater and skirt on as he buttons his shirt, murmuring something you can't hear under his breath. "Please just tell me what's happening."

"I need you to leave!" he yells and his voice sounds like a shard of broken glass. Sharp, cutting.

You aren't moving fast enough and he has to get you out of here before they arrive. Before the plan went into motion.

His wrist starts to burn even more, and he winces, grabbing it in a futile attempt to hold them off. It's the wrong move, because you catch his motions immediately, seizing his hand and yanking his sleeve back.

The mark is like a sickness and you blanch, recoiling away from him with a disgust he never thought he would see from you.

"I can't- I, I can't believe-" you stammer, your hands coming up to cover your mouth as nausea rolls through you. "How could you?"

He closes his eyes, unable to stand the hatred brewing in your eyes, no matter how much he deserves it. "It's over for me. I made my choice."

Maybe your friends were right. Maybe you really were a sucker for lost causes. Because even with the black stain of the Death Eaters staring you in the face, a small part of you screams out from under the rubble of your destroyed future together, begging you to search for a reason. An explanation.

"You didn't have a choice, Draco," you whisper, hardly able to get the words out.

He doesn't know whether to be proud or heartbroken that you are still trying to look for some good in him, but with the other Death Eaters only moments away from showing up, he can't have you here with him.

"I had a choice," he sneers, throwing as much bitterness and malice into his words as he can muster. "I had a choice, and I chose them."

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off, pulling his wand out of his back pocket. "Don't waste your breath. Nothing you say ever meant anything to me anyway."

Tears sting your eyes and you back away from him, feeling an unfamiliar hatred coursing through your veins. He turns away from you and you scramble to the staircase, tripping over the stairs as your eyes blur under the moonlight.

You are almost at the bottom when you hear the loud crack of an apparation, followed by a high-pitched cackle. When you turn back one last time, you see Draco raising his wand, and as Dumbledore comes into view, you push on, trying to get away from whatever is coming next.

The school feels eerily silent when you make it outside. The wind seems to have quieted down and the birds have stopped their chirping. It's only when Hermione calls out your name that you rush forward and see the aftermath of what must have happened after you left.

You look up instinctually, and when the railing of the Astronomy tower is empty, the tears flooding your eyes finally break free.

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