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peepeepotter · 4 years

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Hogwarts: New Girl AU

A/N: Warning, some canonical changes were made for plot reasons, the biggest being: Harry and Ginny never dated; Harry, Neville, and Draco are all professors; George has a new WWW store in Hogsmeade. Also, she starts off living with the four guys whereas in New Girl she only lived with all four for about a season. I just thought it would be fun!! Also, when I wrote this it felt a lot longer than it ended up being—so let me know if this is too long or too short or just right!! P.S.: I do NOT condone transphobia (I’m LGBT and will defend trans people until the day I die) and obviously I feel JKR is a shitty person, I write because I like writing and we’ll all agree that 5 year old Daniel Radcliffe wrote the HP series :)

Chapter 1: Who’s That Girl?

Pairing: George x Female Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Words: 3k

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“So, you know in horror movies when the girls are like "Oh my god, there's something in the basement. Let me just run down there in my underwear and see what's going on in the dark", and you're like "What is your problem? Call the aurors!", and she's like "Okay" but it's too late because she's already getting avada kedavra’d. Well, my story's kind of like that.” y/n said, remembering the borderline traumatic moment that happened two weeks ago.

Y/N sat in the back of a muggle taxi, on her way to her shared apartment with her boyfriend Cormac McLaggen. Only, incredibly uncomfortably, she was completely naked under a trench coat.

“It’s a surprise for Cormac. I’m just gonna walk in and drop my coat, like BAM. There it all is. He said he has this fantasy that I’m a veela with a heart of gold.” Y/N attempted to whisper into the phone speaker.

“You added the ‘heart of gold’ thing, didn’t you?” Ginny asked, chuckling and knowing full well that McLaggen wasn’t exactly a thoughtful person, and wouldn’t have included that in a sexual fantasy.

“Yeah. I wanted to really get into the character, you know?” Y/N tried to get into the fantasy more, hoping it would make her less uncomfortable.

“Oh really? What’s your veela name?”

“Uh...Fleur?”

“That ones taken, Y/N.”

“Whatever, I don’t need a veela name.”

“Either way, I’m so proud of you for getting out of your comfort zone! Good luck babe.” Ginny encouraged.

As Y/N walked into the apartment, she was trying to position herself sexily in the living room. She laid on her side on the couch. Too cliché. She propped herself on the back of the couch. Too masculine. Eventually Cormac entered the living room from the bedroom wearing only his boxers, making Y/N panic about the fantasy.

“Y/N! You’re back early! I wasn’t expecting you—“

Y/N dropped the trench coat. Immediately after a girl, Pansy Parkinson she recognized, followed McLaggen out of the bedroom. Their bedroom. And she was only wearing her underwear.

“Oh.”

“So that’s what happened and why I really need a new place to live. Anyway...what was the question?” Y/N smiled at the four men in front of her. They all looked traumatized by her story.

“Um, do you have any pets?” George asked.

“Oh, no I don’t. Sorry,” She chuckled awkwardly.

“You know what’s funny? When I saw your ad on DumbledoresList I thought you were women.” Y/N laughed. “Crazy, right?”

“Hold up, why would you think that?” Draco spoke before the other two could.

“Just some of the vocabulary used. Like sun-soaked and exposed brick daydream.”

“Draco you wrote exposed brick daydream? Oh my god,” George was nearly in tears with laughter, Harry and Neville following quickly. “Jar, right now, dude.”

“Yeah, jar, seriously. Five galleons.” Harry agreed, pointing to a jar on the mantle of he fireplace with a neon green post-it note labeled “Prick Jar.”

Draco rolled his eyes, getting up and putting the galleons in the jar.

Y/N coughed, trying to refocus the attention. “Look, I really like this apartment. I also really don’t want to live with my friend anymore. She’s a quidditch player...all her friends and roommates are quidditch players. They get into some real weird shit.” Y/N felt like she was pleading with them. Just let me stay here!

“Look I still don’t feel like we know enough—” George was interrupted by Draco.

“Oh, quidditch players? When can you move in?” Y/N grinned, hoping the promise of these three men meeting hot quidditch players would help.

“No, no, loft meeting. Bathroom.” Harry ordered, leading the way down the long hall to the bathroom at the end. When Y/N heard the door shut she quickly and silently followed, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Come ON guys, she’s friends with quidditch players. Next to veela’s and the girls at Beauxbaton, that’s like the hottest girls in existence.” Draco begged the other two.

“The fact that you’re a professor now and you said that is like...incredibly disturbing.” Harry glared at Draco, George and Neville shaking their heads.

“Yeah, and my sister is a quidditch player so I don’t know about that.” George shuddered.

“I’m not going to lie to you guys, I don’t want a girl living here. Sometimes, I get home from a long day of teaching and I just want to strip and lay on the couch. Let the boys chill.” Harry casually shared. Y/N gagged at the thought, but the other three men in the bathroom made noises of agreement, or at least understandment of his statement.

“I am...actually neutral on this one.” Neville shrugged, causing Draco to scoff.

“You would be neutral on this.” Draco rolled his eyes, but directed his attention toward their fourth roommate. “Alright George, tie-breaker. It’s up to you. Is she in or out?”

“You guys know I don’t do well under pressure like this. Just give me a minute let me think.”

Both Harry and Draco started arguing with each other, putting George under more pressure to make a decision. He slowly backed himself into the stall in the bathroom and locked it. Neville watched everything play out, arms crossed with a smile on his face.

“Oh, now look what you’ve done!” Draco said, gesturing to the hiding George.

“What I’ve done! You started it—” Harry replied.

“Whatever, executive decision—she’s in.” Draco announced.

“YAY! I’m in!” Y/N exclaimed, not able to contain her excitement on the other side of the bathroom door. Draco opened the bathroom door.

“Nobody decided putting a silencing charm on the door would be a good idea?” Harry asked the boys in the bathroom.

“Oh you guys have a stall and urinals? Like a public bathroom? Okay, yeah I guess I can get used to that.” Y/N said, looking around the bathroom that reminded her a little too much of the bathrooms at Hogwarts.

“What do you do for a living anyway? Why do you want to live out here in Hogsmeade?” Draco asked as the group of five made their way back to the living room.

“I just became a professor at Hogwarts! I spent a really long time in both the muggle world and the magical world studying creatures. So, I’m taking over for Hagrid.” Y/N smiled, very excited to be doing her two favorite things in the world: working with animals, and teaching bright young minds.

“Oh, Harry, Neville and I are professors at Hogwarts too. I teach potions, Neville teaches herbology, and Harry teaches...Harry what fucking subject do you teach?” Draco crooked an eyebrow at Harry, purposely acting like he didn’t know what Harry taught.

“Defense against the dark arts.” Harry glared at Draco. “And George here just opened a new Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes shop in Hogsmeade.” Harry said, clapping George’s back. George sheepishly smiled at Y/N.

“Oh that’s awesome! I loved pranks at Ilvermorny. Cormac hated pranks.” Y/N started to tear up, staring off into space.

“George gets it, he was dumped, too.” Draco took his turn to clap his hand on George’s back this time.

“Yeah. Dumped,” George scoffed.

“George I just can’t do this anymore!” Angelina pleaded with George as he covered his ears, despite only the one really working.

“LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU! WE CAN’T BREAK UP IF I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” George yelled.

“Yeah, I was dumped.” George shrugged. “What about it? It was like eight months ago Draco! Move past it. Pfft, dumped.” George got very heated over...seemingly very little, Y/N noticed.

“Ignore him, he’s still fragile. Which, you aren’t too fragile, right?” Draco asked.

“Pfft. I’m so tough. Don’t even worry about it.”

“We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night. … And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of.” Y/N was screaming the words of the monologue from Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca at the television, the four men staring at her from the kitchen.

“Feel like we’ve made a mistake yet?” Harry asked Draco, who rolled his eyes and approached Y/N.

“Y/N, stop.” Draco turned the television off. “C’mon, you can’t be like this! You’re a strong woman! Strong women don’t cry over men who clearly didn’t deserve them in the first place! Strong women go out and hook up with strangers in the bar in Hogsmeade to get over their ain’t-shit exes.” Draco pulled Y/N up from off the couch. “Go take a shower. We’re going to the Three Broomsticks tonight and you’re hooking up with someone.” Draco pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

“And that gentleman is how you take care of a crying woman. Not that any of you know how to handle women at all.” Draco snipped at the three men, who—to be fair—did not know how to deal with women at all.

At the Three Broomsticks, the four men watched Y/N absolutely fail at flirting with any even remotely viable man in the bar. Eventually Draco called her back over to the booth where the four men drank and talked about their days.

“Honey, you’ve got to stop doing whatever it is you were doing out there. In fact, you’re going to stop doing anything. You are going to go sit at the bar and look pretty until a man approaches you, and then you are going to smile and nod and agree to go out with him.” Draco nagged. The three other men were chuckling quietly as Y/N trudged to the bar, hoping for men to approach her.

“Anyway, what is this shit we’re chaperoning on Friday night?” Draco turned to Neville and Harry, hoping one of the two would know.

“I think it’s a school dance but like...not fun for the kids at all. Like I don’t think there’s actually any dancing at all.” Harry summed, confused as well. None of them had ever been to muggle high school, and did not understand what a “homecoming” dance was. The Muggle Studies professor suggested it might be fun for the first Friday back to school, and McGonagall agreed as long as the kids didn’t have too much contact on the dance floor. The Muggle Studies teacher explained to the three men that it was “middle school rules, no touching below the shoulders, room for Merlin in the middle.” if dancing were to be allowed. Neville, Harry, and Draco were clueless as to what that meant.

“Glad I won’t be in on that shit show.” George laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

“We actually signed you up.” Draco said nonchalantly, drinking his beer. George spat his beer out violently.

“Excuse me? I have to spend my Friday night watching a bunch of kids...do what? Drink butterbeer and sit on opposite ends of a room?!” George was clearly pissed off, wanting to have done literally anything else with his Friday night.

“I mean, you’ll see your brother.” Harry offered, which actually eased George’s tensions a bit. He smiled, missing his family.

“Oh, alright. Harry, you charmer, you always know how to get me.” George winked at Harry who waved him off.

“How are things going with you and uh...Loony?” Draco asked Neville. The three other men rolled their eyes, annoyed at how Draco still seemed to live in his own little world.

“Luna. And things are going...they’re going.” Neville shrugged, clueless to his own love life.

“Just as expected, he doesn’t know anything.” Draco shook his head at George and Harry, as if Neville’s cluelessness was their fault.

“Are you blaming—” Before Harry could finish accusing Draco of exactly what Draco was doing, Y/N came back from the bar, squealing about getting a date.

“What did you do?” Draco asked, smirking, just knowing he was right.

“I did what you said! I just smiled and nodded and said I wanted to hookup and he gave me his number and now we’re going out Friday night!” Y/N jumped up and down in tiny jumps, starting to fist-pump.

“This American is so weird sometimes.” Harry whispered.

“It’s endearing, I think.” Neville commented.

“Naive, maybe.” George rolled his eyes, the only one who seemed to notice that she blatantly told the man she would have sex with him.

When the night of her date rolled around, the four men found themselves with an unexpected floo guest.

“Ginny, what are you doing—” George stood.

“Who told her it was a good idea to get back out there again? That’s not your job, that’s my job. I’m her best friend, you guys are just some weird adult men living together. No offense brother, dear.” Ginny was in the living room, pointing an accusing finger at the men sat on the couch while Y/N was in her bedroom getting ready. Ginny was clearly ready to go out clubbing for the night, and was dressed in a short dress and very tall heels.

“None taken.” George rolled his eyes, plopping himself back on the couch.

“Now I’m going to go handle the mess you all created, thank you very much.” Ginny glared, walking over to Y/N’s room and walking in.

Y/N laid on the ground surrounded by clothes. Her hair and makeup was clearly done, but she seemed stumped on what to wear. She was currently wearing a witch hat, a crop top, sweatpants, and cowgirl boots.

“Y/N,” Ginny sighed. “What were you going for with this?” Ginny gestured up and down Y/N’s body.

“Witchy space cowgirl.” Y/N shrugged. “It seems like something you’d find in a porn anyway—”

“Here, let’s find you clothes that will actually get you laid.”

After about half an hour, Ginny emerged from Y/N’s room first, dressed in a crop top and sweatpants.

“Now presenting, the new but not improved, still absolutely perfect Y/N.” Ginny gestured towards Y/N’s bedroom, where Y/N emerged. She was wearing the short black sleeveless dress and tall heels Ginny had been wearing when she emerged from the floo. Draco let out a whistle, Harry and Neville started clapping, and George was sat, stunned. Well, until Y/N started fist pumping again, then they all started booing her.

“Don’t let me keep you guys, I know you have plans with a bunch of 11 to 17 year olds tonight.” Y/N giggled, watching as the men stood up at the reminder.

“Don’t worry, we’d rather be anywhere else. Even here watching your weird dancing.” Draco puffed, the other men agreeing.

“So yeah, that’s how we got a new roommate.” George explained to Fred, who’s hazy, ghostly form nodded.

“Believe it or not, I actually know her. I was her first friend here.” Fred grinned, pointing to himself. George wasn’t surprised. Ever since Fred died and became a ghost, Fred frequently felt lonely, and George knew that. Besides Peeves, he really didn’t have many friends. He couldn’t interrupt teachers while they were teaching, but since Care for Magical Creatures was not a required class, Y/N had a lot of free time. They bonded over pranks, baked goods, and George. “She’s so cute! You totally would’ve dated her a decade ago.” Fred teased his younger twin.

“Yeah, well, things change I guess.” George felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and looked at the caller ID to find it as Madam Puddifoot’s store number. “One second.” He told his brother. “Madam Puddifoot?” George asked.

“George dearie, your friend Y/N here was stood up by her date. I figured someone should know, she’s in my shop crying and I have to close in,” she paused, clearly checking the time. “In a half hour. Do you think you could help?” George stood, already walking towards the school’s exit.

“Oh hello there.” Y/N sniffled, eyes red and puffy as she looked up to see George taking a seat in front of her. “Don’t you have a school dance you’re supposed to be chaperoning.” She furrowed her eyebrows, pointing a finger at him. She meant for it to be accusatory, but with red puffy eyes, George mostly found it (as Neville said) endearing.

“Some things are more important than watching boys and girls stand on opposite ends of a room.” He shrugged, reaching across the table and grabbing his friends hand. “Listen, real men don’t treat women the way you’ve been treated the past few weeks. I’m sorry you’re going through this. If it makes you feel better, sometimes I still call my ex and leave voicemails in a country accent.” George offered, making Y/N giggled, wiping lone tears.

“Well, you can always call me and talk to me in a country accent instead.” She shrugged, in an attempt to help him the way he’s come to help her. “Do you want to go home and watch—”

“Literally anything other than Casablanca, okay? I will watch whatever sad chick flick you want, but you have watched Casablanca like twenty times this week.” George puffed, standing up and reaching his hand out for Y/N. “Let’s go home and get drunk and cry.” He smiled. Y/N grinned, grabbing his hand and letting him walk her out of the shop. She was still embarrassed, but her heart felt a lot better knowing someone came to help her out of this feeling. She’d never admit it to George, but it was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

When Draco, Neville, and Harry returned home, their suit jackets thrown over their shoulders and looking rather tired from dealing with teenagers all night, they found quite the sight for their sore eyes. George and Y/N were stood in front of the TV, clearly drunk, singing along to Heath Ledger’s character serenading Julia Stiles character in 10 Things I Hate About You. Draco, Neville, and Harry all looked at each other, shrugging. They dropped their suit coats and joined in, feeding the fire that was drunken George and Y/N.

And that was the end to Y/N’s first week in the loft above the Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes store in Hogsmeade.

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alwaysfeelingsaintlike · 3 years

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Heartbreak Warfare [G.W]

description: you’ve been summoned to Hogwarts to aid in the war efforts and you know that things will change forever.

warnings: war scenes, death, grief

word count: 5.8k

taglist: @p0gues4l (message me if you would like to be added)

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked. You had just apparated to the Burrow in response to the coyote patronus George had just sent.

“It’s happening,” he said.

“Right now?”

“Right now. Everyone’s preparing their things, we have to leave soon.” Okay, so it was really happening. You all knew it was going to happen at some point. You squeezed George’s hand, mentally preparing for the journey ahead.

“I’m going with you. I don’t care what you say. I’m contributing to this battle,” you said.

“I know darling. I couldn’t hold you back no matter how hard I tried. We need you. You’re the best healer there is.”

You nodded, knowing he was right and suddenly you felt scared. You began to worry that you might lose George forever. He’d already lost an ear, which in retrospect wasn’t a huge deal, but it could’ve been much worse.

“You okay love?” He said to you. The look of concern on your face must’ve been evident. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him.

“I’m just scared, that’s all.” He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll make it through this. I know we will.” You hoped he was right. You didn’t want to lose him, or anyone else for that matter.

“Come on kids, everyone together now!” Mrs. Weasley called. You circled around the portkey that would take you to Hogsmeade. You all grabbed a hold of the kettle and moments later you were airborne. George took a hold of your hand and everyone let go of the kettle together, floating down onto the familiar grounds. You weren’t sure what the plan was from that point on. You assumed the teachers of Hogwarts were casting protective charms to keep intruders off the grounds. You also didn’t know if the Death Eaters were nearby and about to attack. You landed safely and you knew there wasn’t much time. George seemed to know what to do. He grabbed your hand and you ran off down the deserted road, with Fred following closely behind. You knew better than to ask questions. You trusted them and you knew they had a plan. The three of you entered a run down pub, The Hog’s Head, which was completely abandoned. George approached the portrait of a young girl, with blonde curls and familiar blue eyes. He nodded at her and she gave a small smile before swinging open to reveal a passageway.

“You two always did know the ins and outs of the castle,” you whispered.

“We never had the chance to use this passageway very much. We had no need to,” George said. You walked primarily in silence. You didn’t think you’d ever seen the boys so serious before. George continued to make small gestures of affection toward you, squeezing your hand, gently rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. It was reassuring and contributed to your calm demeanor. You tried to return the favor the best you could, but you couldn’t tell what George was thinking. The silence was killing you. Everything just felt so intense and you weren’t sure you could handle it.

The end of the tunnel seemed to be in sight and you saw a door swing open in front of you. You were in a large room that featured decorations from three of the four Hogwarts houses. Your first instinct told you this was the Room of Requirement. It was the only logical answer.

Once you arrived inside, you were greeted by some familiar faces. Neville informed you that Harry, Hermione and Ron had recently arrived and were in the process of searching for one of the horcruxes. All the students were in the process of preparing for battle and those underage were being escorted to a safe place.

Fred left the room in search of Professor McGonagall. It was your understanding that you were sent in first to communicate with McGonagall so that she could temporarily take down the guards and let in the other Order of the Phoenix members. Some were on their way through various passageways currently, but a majority were waiting to apparate in.

Several of the students left the makeshift common room and you could feel the emotions welling up inside of you. George pulled your hand to move forward but you stood still. He turned around and his expression immediately turned to concern. You felt the tears steadily falling down your check and you felt pathetic. You weren’t normally emotional and it wasn’t often that you cried, but you couldn’t control the feeling taking over you.

“Hey, hey it’s okay dear. It’s okay…” he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m-I’m so scared George. What if I can’t do this? What if we’re in too deep? What if…what if I lose you?”

“Shh….shh….don’t speak like that. It’s okay,” he said, just trying to calm you down at this point. He pulled your face up towards his and you looked deep into his face. “Don’t start doubting your abilities now, love. You were born to do this. You always rise to the occasion and exceed everyone’s wildest expectations. This is your moment. And I am going to fight with all of my life to get through this for us. My biggest regret right now is that I didn’t get the chance to marry you when I knew I should have. And maybe this isn’t the best time to do this but I’m done waiting for the perfect moment,” he let go of you, except for your hands. He knelt down on one knee and pulled out a small, velvet jewelry box.

“When we were young, my mum always joked that one of the boys in our family would marry one of the girls in yours. And I always knew it would be you and me. We playfully flirted with each other when we were young, before we even knew what flirting was. We would play pranks on our siblings and relentlessly tease each other, but there was always something special between us. We had fun, but we had our serious moments too, where we could talk about life and our future. Standing here, in the castle where we fell in love, everything feels right. I can remember sneaking up to the astronomy tower to have impromptu make out sessions, cuddling by the fire in the common room, playing footsies at breakfast in the morning, and flying around the quidditch pitch together. Not to mention, the night I snuck in to visit and we spent the night together in this very room. If this is the end for us, at least we had an amazing time together, however short it might have been. But I know this isn’t the end. This is just another adventure. Please, make me the happiest man alive, and promise you’ll marry me?” He opened the box and inside was a brilliant square cut diamond mounted on a gold band.

You were speechless, but tears were flowing again; but this time, they were happy tears. You managed to nod your head and George took the ring out of the box and slid it on your left hand. Moments later his arms were around your waist and his forehead was pressed against yours. You placed your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “I love you so much,” you managed to say.

“I love you too,” he said as he kissed you again. “I’m sorry the proposal wasn’t some extravagant event. I had all this stuff planned out for it but I don’t know, this just felt right.”

You had to admit you were certainly taken by surprise but you also appreciated the spontaneity. “No, no this is perfect,” you added before kissing him once again. Suddenly you heard applause and you looked behind you to find a crowd of friends and students smiling and cheering for you.

“It’s about time, mate. I’ve been waiting for you to pop the question for years now,” Fred spoke. He was the first to come over and congratulate you both. He wrapped you in a hug and welcomed you officially to the family, even though you’d been a part of it for years. Before anyone else could come over and make a big deal out of this you spoke.

“Not that we don’t appreciate all your support, but we should probably start preparing for this climactic battle.” For some reason this statement was slightly amusing to some. People had almost completely forgotten the severity of the situation for a brief moment. Before you walked down to the Great Hall, George took your left hand and kissed it, giving special attention to the beautiful ring on your delicate finger. You admired the way it looked and knew that this small trinket would get you through the terrible event that was about to take place. No matter how gruesome or difficult things got, you could look down at your hand and know a piece of George was with you and that alone could bring a smile to your face and provide you with the motivation you needed to keep going.

You scurried down the grand staircase hand-in-hand, careful to anticipate it’s changes. Now more than ever you were feeling like a power couple and you needed that feeling to stick with you for all intents and purposes.

The moment you had been dreading all day had finally come: the moment you had to leave George. You didn’t want to draw out the goodbye but it could be the last time you ever saw him. He looked down at you and you returned his gaze and no words needed to be said. You grabbed his face with your hands and pulled him down to your level as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. You weren’t sure how long the kiss lasted but it wasn’t long enough. You pulled away and you tried to hold back the tears that were forming. You opened your mouth to bid him farewell and he put his finger on your lips to shush you.

“Don’t say it. Don’t say what I know you’re about to say. This is not goodbye, Y/N. This is see you in a bit.” You nodded your head at this as he kissed your forehead and you walked your separate ways. You looked down at the ring on your finger and regained your composure as you made your way towards the hospital wing. You had to focus; it was game time. Madame Pomfrey was grateful to see you and she immediately put you to work preparing different elixirs and potions that would combat certain wounds or injuries. You took inventory of the magical substances you had and organized them in a logical manner that allowed both of you easy access. Your last step was to put up a protection spell that specifically shielded the wing. The last thing you needed was duels pouring in and interrupting the healing process. You were already concerned with the space you had to work with. You brought in some extra beds and cots from the dormitories but as far as floor space was concerned, there wasn’t much. You weren’t trying to be pessimistic; you were trying to be realistic by being over prepared. Hopefully you wouldn’t need more space but it was all too likely.

A booming voice came out of nowhere startling you. Madam Pomfrey dropped one of the empty vials she was holding as the voice rang out, "I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood. Give me Harry Potter, and they shall not be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight."

While the deadline was rapidly approaching, it was nice to know you still had a bit of time and death eaters weren’t storming the castle just yet. This could’ve been a ploy by Voldemort to catch everyone off guard but you highly doubted it. You all knew he wanted Harry and if he could attain him without losing any followers he would. He was clever. He knew Harry was just and wouldn’t let innocent people die for him. But there was no way anyone would let Harry leave. He would have to slip away if he planned to approach the Dark Lord. You tried to stop thinking through the situation so much and instead made the most of your time before the blood bath began.

Shelves and shelves of potions, elixirs and medicines filled the hospital wing. You weren’t quite sure what to expect but you kept your wand in hand and prepared for the worst. You were a damn good healer and you were confident in your abilities. Your mental pep talk was interrupted by a loud crashing noise and a series of booms. The battle had begun.

It turned out your preparation in the hospital wing was unnecessary. You wrongfully assumed that this battle would be like a war and that injured fighters would be escorted to the wing. In this situation, however, injuries were minimal; death was overwhelming. The dueling became so intense that wizards and witches were still firing spells while experiencing excruciating pain. You worked with Madame Pomfrey to quickly alter your strategy when you realized people wouldn’t cease fighting. You decided to stock your bags with the most important potions and take to the battlefield, searching for anyone on your side who might need some extra strength.

The scene was horrifying and absolutely chaotic. All of your senses were heightened as you realized you needed to remain alert because there was so much occurring. The worst part was all the bodies lying lifeless around the castle. You decided to transport them to the hospital wing to prevent any further damage to the departed. You also distributed healing potions and elixirs throughout the castle, realizing that two people couldn’t possibly be present for everyone in need.

You darted around, fending off jinxes that were sent your way without engaging in any duels. Across the way, you saw a blast of fire and felt like your help was needed. You ran over and found Percy hissing in pain as his arms, hands and neck were scorched. He quickly paralyzed his opponent and took a moment to relieve his burns with some cold water.

“Here, here. Let me help,” you spoke up, knowing water would only temporarily relieve the pain. You quickly grabbed a tube of burn-healing paste and lathered it over the affected areas. “This should only take a few minutes to work and then you’ll be good as new.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

“It’s good to see you again, Perce,” you smiled at him. You left him sitting and went to find others in need of help. But you made a grave mistake.

“Y/N, look out!” You heard someone call. Before you had time to react you heard a spell whiz past your ear. You turned around to find Dolohov with his wand raised fly backwards after being hit with the Stupefy spell. How could you have been so stupid? You didn’t check the surrounding area and almost found yourself dead. You were a little shaken up. You turned around to see who had saved you and saw Fred standing on a perch. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a head nod, his nonverbal way of saying you’re welcome. You took a few steps over to thank him and suddenly there was an explosion from the outside. Fred’s back was turned and he didn’t have time to move out of the way. The wall and ceiling came crashing in and landed a few feet shy of you. You looked over to see Fred was no longer visible, likely trapped under a pile of debris. The noise from the explosion blew out your eardrums, and all you could hear was a high-pitched ringing. You started to feel light headed but you still managed to make your way over to Fred as Percy followed close behind you. Percy took the liberty of magically removing the broken pieces of wood and brick so you could reach the twin.

You saw the crooked smile plastered on his face as the color slowly left his cheeks. You placed your hand on his cheek and felt his skin grow cold and you started sifting through your bag of potions, hoping there was something here that might save him. Then you felt Percy’s hand on your shoulder and you knew it was too late. He was gone. You felt your legs go weak and a moment later you were on the floor and tears were in your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the aftermath of the explosion or the sudden onset depression but moments later everything went black.

“Y/N. Y/N, dear,” you heard. You opened your eyes and squinted at the figure above you. Madame Pomfrey. You took a deep breath in and slowly sat up as you were still seeing stars. You looked around and saw a few other students recovering in the beds of the hospital wing.

“What…what happened?”

“You passed out. There was an explosion and it shook you up a little bit. You’re all right now, you’ve been here resting for a bit. But the war is over. We emerged victorious.” A wave of relief rushed over you before the memories of the battle came to light. You just kept replaying the explosion and the expression on Fred’s face when you found him. It just made you feel numb. He didn’t deserve that. “Why don’t you go out to the Great Hall and let people know you’re okay.” You nodded and slowly walked out of the hospital wing to hopefully be reunited with friends and family. You just couldn’t stop picturing Fred’s face and you began to worry that George might have passed too. You wouldn’t be able to handle that so instead of thinking about it, you waited, hoping to see him soon enough.

You walked into the Great Hall and found people sitting in small groups scattered among the four long tables, huddled in blankets and covered in blood, sweat and tears. One of the tables was reserved for the bodies of those who didn’t make it through the war. People would walk around in search of loved ones, hoping they wouldn’t find a familiar face. You couldn’t be around any other people at the moment; it was too hard to see their pain. You sat by yourself and put your head in your lap, trying to take deep breaths to prepare yourself for what might happen next.

“Y/N,” you heard someone faintly call. You slowly lifted your head to see Hermione approaching. She threw her hands around your neck and squeezed you tight, as you tried to return the affection. “Thank God you made it. Are you alright?” she asked. You nodded wordlessly and she led you over to where a few of the Weasleys were congregated. Percy, Molly and Ron were there. Hermione informed you that they were waiting for the others to see who had made it. Percy and Ron were comforting Molly and you assumed that meant she knew about Fred. Your heart dropped to see her look so sad and shedding silent tears. They each hugged you and greeted you warmly, despite the somber mood.

“We, uh, we lost Fred,” Ron whispered to you, as he pointed out the ginger body resting on the table a few feet away. You nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry,” unsure of what else to say. Ron just rubbed your back and put an arm around you. “Who else has made it that we know of?”

“Dad and Bill are okay. They’re helping clean up around the castle and bringing in bodies with some of the others. Harry’s around here somewhere.”

You shifted your attention yet again to the table supporting the corpses when you spotted a few allies. You lightly gasped and said, “Tonks and Lupin?” The two bodies were lying side by side, almost as if they were holding hands.

“Yeah, they fought bravely but it wasn’t enough,” he replied. You nodded yet again before asking the question that was burning in your throat.

“Have you heard from George at all?”

Ron looked at you with sad eyes and shook his head no. You accepted his answer and took a seat on the bench. Ron put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder in a very brotherly manner. Hermione provided some comfort as well saying things like, “I’m sure he’s fine Y/N. He’ll turn up.” While you knew she meant well, it was only making things worse for you.

“I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll be back.” You stood up and walked out to what was left of the Entrance Hall and made your way out to the Viaduct Courtyard. This was one of your favorite spots at Hogwarts and you had so many memories here. You would often hang out here in between classes or study when the weather was nice.

Once you and George started dating, he would prepare little scavenger hunts for you on special occasions with little gifts laid out that reminded him of you and the last spot was always here, where George would be waiting with another surprise. This just became your place, where you would meet before meals or in between classes. It was an unspoken place you shared that no one else knew about.

You walked a few steps further and sat on the ledge beneath one of the arches. This was the exact spot where George told you he would be leaving Hogwarts and he refused to let you come with him. And then a few hours later, you sat here and watched as he departed with the accompaniment of a fireworks display.

You weren’t sure if it was the trip down memory lane or if all the events of today were getting to you but you started to cry. The tears were silent, slowly slipping down your cheeks, as you were still too numb to emote properly. You sat there and toyed around with your wand casting little charms to keep your mind distracted. You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there but you were completely zoned out to the world. You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or notice a shadow growing closer to you. It wasn’t until you heard the words, “Hey stranger,” that you were pulled from your daze.

You looked up and saw a tall figure with ginger hair standing in front of you. Your fiancée. You tried to stop crying and smile at him before you dropped your wand and threw yourself into his arms.

“You’re okay! I love you so much,” you said, as your tears rapidly increased. He stroked the back of your head and buried his head into your neck, taking in the scent of your hair.

“Come here,” he said, pulling your face up towards his. He gave you a sweet, passionate kiss, which confirmed that you weren’t dreaming and George was actually here with you. You put your hand on his cheek and soon you pulled away. You looked deep into his eyes and lightly stroked his cheek with your thumb. Suddenly the image of Fred’s face entered your mind and you felt a chill go down your spine. You quickly pulled your hand away from George’s cheek and held it close to your heart.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, noting your sudden movement, “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” His choice of words couldn’t have been worse. You felt your eyes well up with tears and a second later you were sobbing. He pressed you close to his chest and rubbed your back and shoulders, “Shh…shh…it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, George. I’m so, so sorry. It’s all my fault,” you kept repeating. He continued to try and calm you down but nothing was working. It was clear that he didn’t know. He hadn’t checked in with the rest of his family first. Instead he found you. How could you possibly break this news to him?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault and I understand if you hate me and you don’t want to marry me anymore.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked, concerned. He attempted to pull your gaze up to meet his but you couldn’t look him in the eye. He slowly sat you back on the ledge and squatted to the ground to reach your eye level. Your crying had only gotten worse and no matter how many times he wiped the tears away, they always returned.

“Y/N, take a deep breath, okay?” you did as he said and inhaled deeply a few times. “Now please tell me what’s happened.”

You knew there was no way you could explain the situation to him but at the same time you knew he was growing anxious being left in the dark. “It’s Fred…” you whispered. You saw his face drop and you put your head down once again. You couldn’t see him cry. You couldn’t see him devastated. He took your hands and stood up, pulling you up from the ledge. He hugged you once again as you continued crying. Your sobbing eventually dulled to simple tears again, as you probably didn’t have much left in you. He put his arm around your shoulder and you made your way back to the Great Hall.

Things didn’t get much easier. George tried to stay strong but as soon as he saw Fred’s body, he broke down. He kneeled down at his side and started weeping, as you stood behind him wrapped in a blanket, struggling to keep your tears to a minimum. You wanted to comfort George but you didn’t know what you could say to make this any better. You bent over and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and whispered, “I’m sorry.” You stepped back and slumped down at the neighboring table, cradling your face in your crooked elbow as you sobbed once again. Hermione took the seat next to you and held onto your hand, letting you know she was there if you needed her. Every so often, there was a hand that ran up and down your spine to comfort you. Soon you ended up tiring yourself out with all the crying and you fell into a light sleep, a small moment of peace for the day.

You awoke when you felt Hermione squeeze your hand and let go as she stood up from the bench. She whispered something to Ron, you assumed, and the light touch on your back ended as well. It was then you noticed things had gotten quiet. There was no longer a murmur of general chatter, the sighs of relief upon finding another living loved one, and there were no more tears being shed over the lost. You felt someone sit down next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. No words were spoken but you found yourself waking up more as you leaned your head into your latest visitor. You took a deep breath in and smelled a familiar musk that you knew belonged to George.

“Hey,” he said as he saw your eyes flutter open.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“You get all the tears out?” he asked you, half jokingly.

You gave him a very small smile and said, “Yeah, I think I’ve dried out.”

“Okay, good. Let’s go talk somewhere.” He took your hands and helped you up. You saw the Great Hall was nearly empty but a walk and a change of scenery was exactly what you needed. You walked in silence but George held your hand the whole time. You glanced down at your left hand and the glimmer of a diamond caught your eye. The ring was absolutely beautiful but after tonight you weren’t sure what would happen between you and George.

You reached the top of the Astronomy Tower and you assumed this was your destination. You looked up at the stars in the sky and found the view to be stunning. After all the destruction of the castle and the horrible events that occurred today, the stars in the sky were still beautiful and the world kept spinning.

“Promise me you won’t cry again?” he said as he sat down on the cold, stone floor. “I can’t watch you cry anymore. It makes me sad.”

You nodded your head and joined him on the ground, “I’ll try not to, but no promises.”

“Okay, now I know this might be hard for you but I need you to talk to me. What happened with Fred?”

You took a deep breath before you explained the situation to him. “During the battle, I found myself running around and helping to heal people who were injured. Percy was burned pretty badly so I stopped and gave him some cream. Once I finished, I departed without scanning my surroundings and Dolohov was right there, about to curse me. Fred spotted it and called out to warn me before hitting Dolohov with a stunning curse. I turned around to thank him and suddenly there was an explosion. The wall and ceiling caved in, trapping Fred. I went to help him but…it was too late. I’m sorry.”

There was a long moment of silence as George processed everything you had just said. You saw the pain in his face and you knew what was coming, so you made it easier on him. You took the delicate ring off your finger and placed it in his hand. He looked up at you and went to speak but you cut him off.

“I understand if you never want to see me again and we don’t have to get married. I know this is all my fault.”

“Y/N, stop. It’s not your fault that this happened.”

“It is my fault. I’m the reason he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If I had just been more careful and paid attention, things would have been fine. Then you would still have your best friend and you wouldn’t be in so much pain right now.”

“Do you know what the last thing Fred said to me was?” you shook your head no so he would continue. “He said to me ‘You can make it through anything as long as you have her by your side. She’s special, so don’t screw it up.’ And I think he’s right. Fred risked his life to save yours, and in doing that he saved mine too. If I had lost you, I would have been majorly depressed; I would’ve become a different person; I would’ve stopped living. While Fred’s death is extremely painful for me, I know a part of Fred will always live within me. I know this isn’t easy for you either, but you have to stop blaming yourself for this. It isn’t your fault. The only way to accept what’s happened and to start healing is for you to recognize you are not to blame.”

You nodded at him as one silent tear slid down your cheek. He brought you close to him and kissed your temple. You felt better after hearing George and you knew you would have to work together to get through this. “How are we gonna tell Angelina?” you shyly asked, thinking of Fred’s pregnant wife. He insisted she stay safe at home. Surely this news would kill her.

He sighed, “We’ll find a way. She’s going to need us more than anything to help her get through this. Especially with the pregnancy. It’s going to be so much harder on her because she’s lost her other half.”

“What if she hates me…?” you whispered.

“Y/N, look at me,” he grabbed your shoulders and made direct eye contact with you, “This is not your fault. No one is blaming you. So please stop, okay?” you nodded as he spoke these words to you very clearly. While you still felt responsible for what had happened, you knew that George was being reasonable and that he was probably right. It just wasn’t something you could automatically accept. He gently took your left hand and slid the gorgeous ring back onto your finger.

“You still wanna get married, right?” he asked you.

You smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, “Yes, but I think we should wait. Let all this madness pass and then we can focus on planning the best wedding there ever was.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan. Now, are you ready to go home and get some rest?”

You nodded and you both stood up. He put his arm around you and you apparated back to your cozy apartment. It had indeed been a long day and you were physically and emotionally drained. George rinsed off in the shower quickly before letting you get in. Cleaning all the blood and grime off your skin genuinely made you feel better. It was like you were ridding yourself of all the bad feelings. You toweled off and put on one of George’s T-shirts before you joined him in bed. You curled up next to him and noticed that for the second time today, he was crying. He quickly wiped away his tears once he realized you had joined him, probably so you didn’t start crying again. But you felt stronger now and you knew you had to help George heal since this was quite a burden on him. You put your arm around his neck and turned him towards you, so that his head was resting on your chest.

“It’s your turn to be sad and my turn to be supportive,” you said as you kissed his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair. He turned his full body toward you and wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you close. You continued to gently scratch his back and arm as his tears started up again. You whispered comforting words to him but you didn’t deter him from letting everything out. Soon his breathing turned steady and you assumed he was asleep. You took that as your cue to close your eyes and try to get some rest. Your lives had changed drastically in more than one way today, but you knew as long as you stuck together, everything would be okay.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfic #weasley twins fanfic #hp fanfic #battle of hogwarts

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snitches-at-dawn · 3 years

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small talk || f.w.

request- hii! i wanna request a fred fic (its up to u if u want to put smuts in it or not) where fem!reader is with draco but she is fred’s ‘best mate’one night draco n fem!reader decided to go to a party then they had an angsty argument which leaves them hanging n frustrated. so fem!reader ditched draco n danced with the crowd until fred joins her. she then agreed w fred to make malfoy jealous by making out w him n kinda ends up w fred😋🥄🧁

a/n- HI WE’RE ASSUMING Y/N AND DRACO ARE IN FRED AND GEORGE’S YEAR, IE; TWO YEARS ABOVE HARRY AND THAT ASTORIA IS IN HARRY’S YEAR

DON’T COME AT ME THANKS.

i had sm fun writing this also i’m sorry it took me this long to get around to it, i had m a j o r writer’s block but now the juices are flowing again and i’m not the greatest w smut so i trIED but i failed

A BT IS A BAD TRIP

you and draco didn’t really have the healthiest relationship as fred never failed to point out. it was annoying because you knew he was right. the both of you had been together since the yule ball in your sixth year, bonding as saint potter tried not to die.

the both of you had started fighting alot in the last couple months- you wondered if it was a coincidence that your arguments and the amount of time draco spent with astoria greengrass both increased as your graduation date rolled around. at the end of the day, you were a halfblood from ravenclaw and he was a pureblood from slytherin- he’d probably end up with one of the greengrass sisters anyways.

didn’t matter. you leaned on fred.

fred.

your best friend from your second year at hogwarts when you knocked his twin off his broom in your first ravenclaw vs gryffindor match.

with a well aimed bludger, george fell to the ground and you were rewarded with a toothy smile from your captain, but your guilt ridden self trudged down to the hospital wing to apologise to george. before you could identify him however, a red blur marched upto you, “oi! where d’you get off on knocking george off his broom?”

your brain took a minute to slot in the pre-existing information that george had a twin. you blinked and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, “yeah i’m sorry i was just nervous.”

the twin broke into a grin, “why would you be? he’s alright and that shot was amazing. i’m fred,” and he stuck his hand out at you.

you smiled too, “hi i’m y/n.”

george’s voice piped up from the back, “oi! i’m still injured!”

and with that bludger shot, a duo became a trio. you covered the boys’ asses when they were in trouble and they took you along on all their pranks- three masterminds were better than two.

“ms y/l/n! where are mr. weasley and mr. weasley?” sprout demanded of you in your third year after the pair of them had set off a dungbomb in greenhouse 2.

“erm i think they went that way,” you responded, pointed in opposing directions.

“which way did they go?” she demanded.

“who went which way?” you asked confused.

“the weasley twins!”

“where did they go?”

your class erupted in peals of laughter as you confused the small old professor. you saw the twins peeking around the wall as they watched the mayhem they created that you added to unfold and grin at you. you threw them a wink and turned back to your work.

over the years as george got more caught up in katie bell, you and fred spent more and more time together to the point where when the time rolled around for the yule ball in your sixth year(LOOK AT THE A/N THANKS), you and fred were peeking around the corner of a wall as george stutteringly asked katie bell out. as she smiled against his lips in assent, you turned to fred proudly.

“well that’s one of you sorted. now for you. who are you taking?”

fred just stared at you with a soft smile as he leaned one shoulder against the wall.

“what?” you asked blankly staring back.

“go with me,” he replied.

“huh.”

“go with me to the ball! it’s perfect! we already know everything about each other. it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk!”

you snorted derisively, “that’s romantic,” and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“you want romance? down on a knee and everything?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“no- don’t- no. i have a date anyways,” you replied nervously.

“what? who? why haven’t you told me this already?”

“well because… it’s malfoy,” you said somewhat defensively.

fred laughed, “yeah okay.” you sighed, “no fred, it really is malfoy.”

“what?” his face morphed into one of anger, “you’re going with malfoy?”

“yeah. we’re partners in potions and we get along well enough so he asked me out to hogsmeade for that trip when you and george were fooling around in zonko’s.”

“are you going steady with him now?” he spat.

“no! we’re just… seeing how we like each other right now.”

“how many dates have you been on with him?”

“erm,” you replied, “maybe three or four?”

after a few moments of painful silence, “fred?”

“what?”

“are you mad?”

he looked at you sharply to which you continued, “i don’t know why you’d be mad- he’s never done anything to you but you seem mad.”

fred sighed, “no, i just... don’t get it. but i trust you so...”

you grinned, “alright so for you. how’s angelina johnson?”

the months flew in a blur of stolen kisses with draco in the safety of shadows and laughs with fred intermixed with charms essays, dada practice and triwizard tasks. suddenly you were standing in front of your mirror nervously adjusting your dress until your younger sister who was previously wistfully watching you get ready whining about how she wanted to come popped her head round the corner, “he’s here, y/n!”

you smirked at yourself in the mirror- you looked amazing even if you did say so yourself- and walked out of the entrance of the common room where you bumped into someone who steadied you before you could fall and ruin your hair.

“careful there, darling,” a smooth low voice came in your ear.

your eyes lit up as you linked your hands behind your boyfriend’s neck and played with the baby hairs at his nape, “hi, draco. you look good.”

“you’re saying that? i tripped into you as soon as i saw you.”

you laughed, “why’re you here? we said we’d meet at the great hall.”

he shrugged and bent down so he could murmur against your lips, “didn’t wanna wait any longer to meet you,” but before his lips could properly meet yours you heard a voice to your right.

“y/n?”

you sighed before you turned to face the voice. this wasn’t going to be fun for you.

“hi, freddie.”

“malfoy,” he said curtly with a nod, “thought you were going to meet her at the entrance.”

draco put one hand in his pocket and the other around your waist, “decided to meet her here instead. problem?”

“why would i have a problem?” fred asked innocently.

“you just seem awfully interested in mine and y/n’s picking-dropping arrangements.”

“draco,” you cut in warningly.

“we had decided to walk down together and i didn’t know there was a change in plans.”

“fred,” you said equally firmly.

“why aren’t you walking with your date anyways?” draco sneered.

“she and her friends wanted to walk down together,” fred replied, getting dangerously close to draco now, his stance threatening.

you stepped away from draco and gripped fred’s forearm, “fred, calm down. i’ll meet you in the hall.”

he wrenched his arm out of your grip and walked away whistling.

unfortunately, this wasn’t the last of the fred vs. draco matches you had to referee. a year later, draco seemed to be fed up with fred and refused to be in the same room with him, expecting you to leave with him. unfortunately, fred felt the same.

at some point then, draco just... backed off. his attention was slowly diverting to astoria greengrass. again, the both of you knew you’d never have a long term future together owing to your blood status’ but you never expected him to behave the way he was.

so you began to back off too and focused on your friendship with fred which these days was erm well, it wasn’t really a friendship anymore as much as it was a l o t of flirting. casually intentional brushes in charms and lingering eyes with a few more winks than were necessary. you were overthinking it like crazy but you were with draco- technically.

after yet another venomous hushed reparté in the corner of a party, you rolled your eyes at draco at the you-and-fred insinuation you were far too familiar with, shouted something at him, and marched to the alcohol section of the party. shooting down the punch reeking of giggle water, you winced and shook your head at the after taste. fred linked his arms around your waist from behind you- you’d recognise his scent anywhere- and you closed your eyes, leaning your head on his chest as he dropped a kiss to your head and murmured, “another fight?”

you sighed and turned to face him, “yeah. i’m so sick of fighting with him. i really did love him but i’m so tired of the accusations of you and i- i just can’t take it anymore.”

“did love him? past tense?”

you shook your head, “i broke up with him.”

"for real?”

you put your head in your hands, “yeah. fuck it, let’s go dance. i’ll be nice and drunk in a few more minutes and i don’t want a bt.”

you lead fred to the dance floor, holding his hand and just... just lost yourself in the music so it was just you and the music. until suddenly, there was nothing but you and the music and fred.

fred’s hand landing on your waist.

moving to your torso.

holding your arms just below your shoulders.

your hands on his chest, your foreheads touching and breaths mingling.

time slowing as he put his hand on your neck and yours moved to his shoulder, the touches mixing with the alcohol making you heady.

“will you regret this tomorrow?” he asked you, stopping his lips a centimeter way from yours.

“will you?”

“definitely not,” he laughed, “but will you?”

“i don’t know, but i know this has been a long time coming.”

fred let out a low, rattling breath, “i’m so whipped for you, y/n, i’ll take my chances with that.”

you couldn’t even hear the music anymore, happily oblivious to the draco’s glare, george’s whoop, katie’s smirk and everyone else’s gasps. you lost yourself in fred’s arms.

when you finally leaned away, eyes still closed, breathing heaving and satisfied you heard his soft laugh.

“what?”

“nothing. you just look so zonked.”

“that happens when your best friend kisses you.”

“oi! you kissed me as much as i kissed you,” fred exclaimed, arms still linked around your waist.

“mmhm, doesn’t matter.”

“okay now will you finally go on a date with me?” he asked.

“well alright.”

“‘well alright’? are you joking?”

you smirked at him, repeating his exact words to you from over a year ago, “it’s more convenience that anything- we won’t even have any awkward small talk.”

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cxptain-carol · 4 years

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𝐢𝐢. 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝐟.𝐰.

◊ part one - part two - part three

◊ summary: madam pomfrey’s helper, y/n, doesn’t care for the ever-popular sport that is quidditch. but throw in an injured fred weasley, a week together in the hospital wing, and a sprinkle of innocent flirting and she might just have to change her mind.

◊ pairing: fifth year!fred weasley x fem!reader

◊ word count: 2.7k

◊ warnings: most of the story’s set in the hospital wing (no blood is mentioned), there’s one (1) no-no word in this part, not really a warning but reader is implied to have a female best friend

◊ genre: good ol’ fluff

◊ this part includes monday, tuesday & Wednesday

Hurriedly, you fixed your bed in the silence of the dormitory. All of your friends were asleep: it was the crack of dawn according to the clock on your bedside table. You could only imagine the green grass that shone with the silver dew of Monday morning and the sweet, serene ripples on the lake. Sadly, you had no time to watch the sunrise.

You hastily hung your tie around your neck and tucked your shirt into your pleated skirt as you slipped on your shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake the other girls. Spraying on a bit of perfume and clasping a dainty necklace at the back of your neck, you packed your bag for the day, grabbed your wand, and dashed out of the room.

The empty common room was slightly messy from the night before. Your house, for some reason, was always in a festive mood on Sundays and most of you clambered into the common room to hang out and eat (as someone always brought food).

Quickly leaving the common room behind, you made your way through the grand staircases—which, at this time, were dressed in the pink sunlight of the morning that reflected on the stone walls and glimmered in the paintings’ golden frames—and to the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey had given you a key to unlock the doors and since you assumed she was still sleeping, you retrieved it from the bottom of your bag and unlocked the heavy wooden doors before tiptoeing through.

To your right, the brunette girl from yesterday was sitting up against her pillows and reading a small scarlet book. She looked up and gave you a friendly smile which you cheerfully returned. In the corner of your eye, you saw a head of unmistakable bright red hair and turned to your left.

Crossing the room, you observed Fred as he slept peacefully. His freckled face was showered with that same pink sunlight and you felt a weird feeling in your chest: like it wasn’t just the shimmering sunrise, you were seeing Fred in a different light.

Trying to pay that no mind, you dropped your bag and looked at his ankle. It didn’t look any worse and there were no visible signs of pain on his face. You felt a little sad at that as he’d probably be discharged quickly. Wait, why would that be sad?

Once again attempting to shake your confusing feelings, you checked on the girl and left Madam Pomfrey a little note on her desk to let her know you had stopped by. Taking one last look at Fred, you scooped up your bag and left to sit alone on the barren grand staircases before they filled with students, hungry for breakfast and groaning at the existence of Monday.

You sighed and dragged your feet along the brightly lit corridor. Monday’s classes had just ended and all you wanted to do was get back to your common room, take a shower and curl up in your four-poster. But instead, you were walking to the hospital wing, trying to ignore the many students who sat lounging on benches and chatting with friends.

Wrapping your fingers around the dark brown handle, you pulled open one of the doors and stepped inside. It was much quieter compared to the hall outside, thankfully. You hung up your bag at the door and moved towards the back of the room to greet Madam Pomfrey.

You had almost made it to the door of her office before she came bursting out, holding a large bottle and whispering to herself. She hurried over to a small boy in the third bed on the left who looked awfully green.

Worried, you came over to see what was going on.

“Particularly nasty potion, dear. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take this afternoon off,” Madam Pomfrey replied, now stirring something in a glass jar.

“I guess I’ll be on my way then; see you tomorrow!” You skipped over to the only occupied bed on the right side and peered around the privacy screen.

“Freddie,” you whispered in a sing-song voice.

He was awake, but in some state of rest.

“It’s Y/N. I’m going to do my homework now. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he breathed out, and you let out a silent little “aww” at his half-asleep self.

But the boy across the room let out a horrible retching noise and you cringed, shooting Fred one last glance before making your way to the doors, grabbing your bag, and setting off in the direction of the library.

The next day was much worse.

You had spent so long working into Monday night that you were completely tired out. You slept in, only waking up to your best friend shaking you, and spilled pumpkin juice down the front of your robes at breakfast.

Thinking that the day couldn’t get any worse, you confidently volunteered your Strengthening Solution to be critiqued by Snape in front of the whole class. It turned out that you had changed directions when stirring it (how he could even tell that was beyond you) and he promptly took away five of your house points.

After being bitten by a Fanged Geranium in Herbology and dropping one of your books over the side of a staircase, knocking out a second-year Gryffindor which lost you five more points, you were ready to walk right out of class and hide in the library. The final straw came when Professor McGonagall dropped a graded essay on your desk which you instantly knew would bring your Transfiguration average down significantly. Thankfully, you had chosen a seat towards the back of the room when you started to cry.

Your friends were busy after class so that left you alone, trudging through the hallways, easily the most unhappy-looking student in the entire castle. It didn’t help that you passed by a Ravenclaw boy in your year who audibly remarked “She looks like hell” to his friend.

Now a confusing mixture of sadness and anger, you dragged yourself into the hospital wing and hung your bag beside the door. Right next to the hooks was the sink which you turned on quietly, running your hands under the water and lathering them in soap before reaching over to dry them off on the hanging light blue towel.

Fred was awake when you carried over some fresh bandages and set them down beside him.

“Y/N, I was hoping to ask if-” he paused, watching you as you sat down on his left side.

“Aw, Y/N no,” his happy expression turned into concern: you could tell he noticed your tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

“What happened?” You softened at the genuine care in his voice.

“Well,” you began with a sigh, “I had a shit day.”

“Aw, I’m sorry-” Fred inhaled sharply and shifted, causing you to look at him oddly.

“What was that?”

He had seemingly regained his composure and glanced at you briefly as if he hadn’t just malfunctioned in front of you.

“Thought about calling you something, decided against it,” he replied. You smirked, already feeling a little bit better.

“And what name was that?” You questioned. Laughing as if you had said something amusing, he cutely tapped the tip of your nose.

“Now that, Y/N, is something I will never tell you.”

Shaking your head with a sigh, you looked out the window, inching closer to the table at Fred’s bedside and resting your elbow, which propped up your cheek, there.

“Something bothering you?” He asked quietly. “Did Snape bully you?”

You chuckled, turning to look at Fred. That nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach returned. Everything about him was suddenly very attractive to you and you felt yourself sweat as you locked eyes.

“Yeah, a little bit, I guess.” Subconsciously, you chewed your lip.

“That’s it—as soon as I get out of here, I’m fighting him.”

You chuckled, not missing the way Fred looked at you with a slight grin on his lips.

“Why so intense, though? You’ve never paid me much attention in Potions,” you replied, looking at him quizzically.

“Rubbish. You’re adorable, how could I not watch you?”

His words made you freeze, your cheeks now incredibly warm. You hid your face in your hands, peeking at him through a gap between your fingers.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know you’re cute.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sitting up straight again, you tried to ignore your heated cheeks and summoned a cup of water which you hurriedly drank.

“Besides that, you have quite a bit of work to catch up on,” you said hastily, summoning from your bag the list you had printed neatly for him. Before handing it to him, your eyes landed on the lengthy Charms homework you had to finish tonight. Eyes widening, you shoved the list into his hands.

“Fred, I’m sorry, but I think I have to go. I forgot about that Charms assignment,” your face fell: you really didn’t want to leave him.

“Aw Y/N, it’s okay.” He shrugged, setting the list down as he tilted his head, looking at you in a way that you could only describe as sweet. You changed your mind.

“You know, maybe I can get a pass from Flitwick since I work here,” you mumbled, sitting back down and returning his affectionate gaze.

“I’ll stay.”

You woke up happy Wednesday morning. Despite the unfinished Charms in your bag, you had a spring in your step as you made your bed and got ready for the day. Your friends were slightly confused by this behavior, but you were far too shy to explain it.

You and Fred had spent Tuesday evening talking, once again, about whatever crossed your minds. Turns out, he’s smarter than he lets on. You let slip accidentally that you don’t really mind him and his brother and their constant pranks, which led to him teasing that he would make sure to do something extra special just for you. Amidst the laughing and joy, you two talked about school and your friends as well. Fred apparently couldn’t stand Cedric Diggory, for not only beating Harry to the snitch in Gryffindor’s only loss, but also just being all-around perfect. You reassured him that no one was perfect and that you’d take his company over Diggory’s any day, which made his ears turn a light shade of pink.

Remembering all this, you fought the urge to skip through the empty halls before breakfast on your way to the hospital wing. When you reached the doors, you swung them open cheerfully and set down your bag. Madam Pomfrey was busy with a girl you had never seen before and told you to look at two coughing boys laying in adjacent beds.

You took their temperatures and asked them some questions (they had been clumsily messing around with jinxes, to no one’s surprise) before you heard someone behind you.

“Psst!”

You turned around and raised your eyebrows at Fred, who was laying with the covers pulled up to his chin.

“Good morning, Y/N!” He whisper-yelled.

“Morning, Freddie,” you replied quickly, turning back to the boys.

“Y/N?”

You turned around again, eyebrows raised once more.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked this in a somewhat timid voice.

Closing your eyes as if to say “Are you serious?”, you shook your head and swiveled around.

“As I was saying-”

“We heard it,” the younger-looking one cut you off.

“Well then, I’m off to breakfast. Don’t cause any trouble with Madam Pomfrey, okay?” You jokingly pointed back and forth at them, standing up after hearing their sniggers.

You sighed and began to walk away but before you could finish crossing the room, Fred was talking again (this time at a normal volume).

“I know I told you yesterday but you really are- hmm,” Fred’s sentence was never finished as you reached out to softly ruffle his hair and stare down at him adoringly.

“I’ll see you in a bit, Freddie,” you called out as you began to walk away. He pouted and stretched his arms, “reaching” for you when you made it to the doors.

“Oh, come on, it’s not even for that long. You’ll be fine.”

Much to your surprise, it turned out to be you who was missing Fred. Throughout the morning , you found yourself complaining that classes were moving too slow, teachers were talking too slow, students were walking too slow—basically everything about Wednesday was much too slow for you and there was seemingly no reason why.

Eventually your friends coaxed it out of you and seized every opportunity to tease you relentlessly about your little crush on Fred. You were just about ready to die from embarrassment when George Weasley passed you and your friends in the corridor, at which they happily resumed their playful taunting loud enough for him to hear.

It was all in good fun, however, as you knew they just couldn’t understand how you, the most anti-Quidditch person they knew, ended up crushing on a Gryffindor Beater. You explained that he was more than just a Beater, and that you weren’t really anti-Quidditch, you just hated going to the matches.

Soon enough, you bid your friends and all of their giggling farewell before walking through the halls on the way to the hospital. Okay, maybe you skipped a little bit.

When you opened the doors, you were surprised to find George was already there in casual conversation with his brother. You silently passed by the two of them and went to look for Madam Pomfrey. She came rushing out of her office as usual, bottle in hand.

“Oh, hello Y/N. You can just help out with her,” she motioned towards a fourth-year Hufflepuff, “-and Mr. Weasley today. I’ll have you know that he just couldn’t stop staring at the door all afternoon, waiting,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. Your face warmed at that, and you took the potion from her hands with a quiet “thanks” before bringing it over to the girl’s bedside. From over your shoulder you heard the twins talking.

“I know, I know, but-”

“Whatever. Good luck with Y/N.” You made out George cutting Fred off with the hint of a smirk in his voice. As soon as you finished helping the Hufflepuff, he had left.

Now walking over to Fred, you were even more flustered at George’s comment, and twisted your necklace between your fingers and chewed your lip.

“That’s only the second time I’ve seen your brother visit you; did he stop by while I wasn’t here?” You asked, plopping down in the chair beside him.

“A couple times,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. “Snape bother you today?”

You shook your head.

“Believe it or not, I’m starting to get bored of being in here,” he said, looking at you with a smile. You grinned as well, charmed by his infectious energy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I feel like this makes me look weak.”

You rolled your eyes.

“There’s nothing weak about getting injured during a fight and having to heal, Fred,” you responded calmly, leaning back in your chair.

“Y/N, I think you just described the exact definition of weak.”

“Come on, you got hurt during Quidditch. Girls love Quidditch players. Look on the bright side,” you replied.

Fred smiled to himself and looked away from you, but didn’t say anything.

“What, you don’t care for female attention?”

He shook his head and stared back at you again. “No, it’s not like that.”

“Then what-”

“Y/N!”

Both of your heads turned in the direction of the voice, its source standing at the newly opened doors.

Your best friend’s face turned smug as if she had caught you doing something you shouldn’t. She walked over slowly, looking back and forth at you and Fred, smirking.

“Hate to steal Y/N from you Fred, but I’m afraid I need her,” she stated airily.

“Oh, it’s fine,” he answered, sitting up straighter. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

He waved and as your best friend tugged you out of the room by your arm, you waved back.

“Bye, Fred!” You managed to call out before you were pulled outside.

You decided at the last second not to call him Freddie. Judging by the smug look your best friend wore as soon as you two were out of earshot, you made the right choice.

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AMELIA BONES is TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and a TRAINEE PROSECUTION BARRISTER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. She looks remarkably like ADRIA ARJONA and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently DECEASED.

→ OVERVIEW:

With an internationally renown charms professor as a mother and a famous explorer as a father, it’s no surprise that Amelia Bones had turned into the woman she was today. Strong, confident, dedicated and loyal. She was a Paragon of a student and would let nothing get between herself and her goals. Amelia was born first, followed by VICTORIA BONES a year later. Finally, the youngest of the three, EDGAR BONES, was born two years later. The three siblings had a fairytale upbringing; they lived in a small cottage in a wizarding village in the midlands, swam in brooks and spent afternoons eating strawberries and bathing in golden rays of sun. Whenever their father was home, he’d tell them about his adventures in the Amazon Rainforest and the secrets of the wizarding tribes from within. Amelia craved for adventure, for action, to be an explorer like her father. It was her mother’s realism that would bring Amelia back from her daydreaming. Her mother instilled a sense of order over her and her siblings, all three of them starting lessons early and learning the most basic charms before even receiving their letters to Hogwarts. The order and adventure from her parents, manifested into one career goal for Amelia, to be an Auror. She was more sure of this than anything else in her life and once her mind was made up, it may as well have been written in stone.

Unfortunately, her parents marriage was not so certain. Her parents hadn’t had the smoothest relationship lately which resulted in her mother and Victoria moving to France. Her mother applied for a position at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and they welcomed her with open arms. Amelia was devastated by the fact that they had left and it had felt like she had lost two parts of herself, her mother and sister. To make things worse, due to work, their father would disappear for weeks at a time, only to return and act as if nothing had changed. During those times their House-Elf Pipbsy would care for them, making sure they had food, that the cottage was clean and that the two children were safe in bed at night. Amelia appreciated the help but she felt the urge to look after Edgar by herself, to be the woman of the house. She was forced to mature faster than other girls her age and just as she thought things could only get better, her mother came to visit, only to declare that she was taking Edgar back with her, that it wasn’t Amelia’s fault, she had done a perfect job, but rather that their father’s negligence worried her and that Amelia would be attending Hogwarts in the summer and that she should stay. Despite Amelia’s pleas, her mother was determined and Amelia sat at the kitchen table, watching as her little brother apparated away with their mother.

Amelia told herself it was for the best, she could concentrate on her school work and her dream to become an Auror. Amelia was soon sorted in Hufflepuff and decided to keep her head down, studying hard, only making friends with a few of her dorm-mates and MARIANNE MACMILLAN whom she shared a couple of classes with. Amelia was an overachiever if you had ever seen one and whilst this left a fantastic lasting impression on her Professors, it turned the heads of a few nasty bullies such as WALDEN MACNAIR. She soon found a friend in FABIAN PREWETT, who unlike his brother, was academically focused like she was. In her second year, Amelia really started opening up. When EDWARD TONKS arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff, she couldn’t help but see her little brother in him and instantly became his friend. However, the biggest surprise of Amelia’s whole Hogwarts career was when Edgar stepped forward to sit underneath the sorting hat. She let out a small yelp when his name had been called and she could have sworn she screamed the loudest when he was sorted in Hufflepuff too. She had no idea that her brother was in the United Kingdom, never mind Hogwarts. After that, she’d spend a lot of her time chatting up with Edgar, learning French and writing letters to Victoria who was still in France, studying at Beauxbatons.

Amelia was a sucker for the underdog and would always help those that were either being bullied or those that had potential but didn’t believe in themselves. She assumed this was one of the reasons why she was made a prefect first in her fifth-year, and again in her sixth. Because of this, most of her friends were prefects, such as FREDRICK WEASLEY, who was quiet and reserved but still extremely fun to be around. It wasn’t long until Ted had been made a prefect which she found so exciting as they could spend more time together and the boy truly deserved the position. She soon became protective over Ted in a motherly way. She knew that she could be overbearing sometimes, it wasn’t her fault, it was just the way she was. That said, the day she found out that Ted had become friends with ANDROMEDA BLACK, she almost lost it. Andromeda was one of the notorious Black sisters who was sure to have some plan up her sleeve since why else would a blood extremist find interest in the Muggle-Born wizard? Amelia had become Head Girl in her Seventh Year and worked closely with COINNEACH MCKINNON, the Head Boy. She applied for the Auror training programme with the intention of joining the Auror office, and once she passed her N.E.W.T.S with flying colours, she was awarded a spot. Amelia was overjoyed, the hard work had paid off and her dreams were finally coming true.

It only took six months before Amelia realised that her dreams weren’t how she had imagined them to be. Perhaps she had changed over the years or perhaps the law simply wasn’t what she thought it was. During their compulsory law modules, classes that she soon shared with Andromeda, she began to see how inequality and bias plagued the current laws of the wizarding community. She began to see that she could help more, make a bigger difference by becoming a member of the Wizgamot. She applied for extra courses to help her transition from the Auror Office to the Wizgamot office. After completing her Auror training she did an additional year in barrister theory before she begun her practical training years. Amelia aimed to be a barrister, not only to ensure that there was no bias against favourable criminals, but that there was also no discrimination against minority groups such as House-Elves and Werewolves. She was assigned to train under HARRISON BAGNOLD. Their beliefs aligned and the two became a force to reckon with. Unfortunately, their opposition was just as skilled and cunning. Andromeda, was a trainee defence barrister and her mentor, RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE was renown for winning his cases. Andromeda and Amelia became adversaries, constantly trying to be one step ahead of their opponent to win the case. What do you get when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? One hell of a show, that’s for sure.

Amelia uses her adventurous nature and Auror training to aid her cases, investigating leads and witnesses. This, however, is very much frowned upon by the other Auror’s and has been caught out multiple times by CLAUDETTE DELACOUR and HESTIA JONES. With Hestia, Amelia had more trouble slipping away from, Claudette however, was a little easier. The chemistry between them made it so easy for Amelia to flirt with her that the two would often end of going for a drink. Amelia honestly enjoyed her time with Claudette but knew that she was way too career-orientated to allow herself to enter any serious relationship, besides, Claudette seemed to have enough romance trouble without Amelia. At an underground speak-easy, Amelia was working on a case, following a lead on a vampire murder when she bumped into Edgar. Edgar revealed that he had joined a secret group who intended to fight fire with fire. The idea that her little brother was on a deadly mission put her on edge. During the discussion, Edgar urged that if Amelia was so worried about him, she should join the cause. Amelia declined, she was certain she could do more good in the courtroom. She warned that Edgar was going to get himself killed and only hoped that she’d never see her brother in one of the courtrooms, taking the stand, about to be prosecuted by his own blood, herself.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Sexually Fluid

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Hufflepuff)

Societies → TBD

Family → Kenial Bones (father), Nayeli Bones (mother), Victoria Bones (sister), Edgar Bones (brother)

Connections → Edward Tonks (best friend), Fabian Prewett (close friend), Fredrick Weasley (close friend), Marianne MacMillan (friend), Coinneach McKinnon (friend), Clarice Faribault (mentor), Harrison Bagnold (mentor), Claudette Delacour (potential love intrest), Hestia Jones (colleague), Rodolphus Lestrange (adversary/colleague), Andromeda Black (adversary/colleague), Walden MacNair (adversary)

Future Information → Head of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Aunt of Susan Bones

AMELIA BONES IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH.

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