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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

“Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

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amazingmaeve · 3 years

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closure ─ r. weasley

─ “i got your letter and i don’t need the closure ron im happy.”

summary ─ y/n and ron broke up after the battle of hogwarts and years later y/n gets a letter from ron saying something about closure.

warnings ─ a teeny bit of fluff, angst, break ups

a/n ─ somewhat based on closure by taylor swift.

word count ─ 2.3k

tags ─ @chokemepansy @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered, walking up next to him and putting her hand into his. She had a glass of wine in her hands as she stood next to the love of her life. Ron Weasley.

He sneaked his way into her heart in the beginning of their second year. They became friends and she soon became friends with Harry and Hermione. But Ron always had a special play in Y/N’s heart. In the middle of their 3rd year she began to have feelings for the red head.

But when the Yule Ball came around in their fourth year Ron didn’t asks her which made her disappointed a little bit but she soon got over it when he asked her out at the end of the year. Then fifth and sixth year came along and everything was fine. Her and Ron were happy.

At the end of their sixth year when Ron and Hermione offered to go with Harry to find Horcruxes Y/N did so as well. But Ron stepped in and explained to her it would be dangerous for her to go which made her slightly angry at the boy and he explained he didn’t want her to die because of him. Y/N hesitantly agreed.

She loved him so much. His charm, his smile, the way he could make her laugh in any situation. She fell so madly in love with him and she expected it to be the same way for him as well.

Y/N saw that Ron was looking at Hermione dancing with Krum which made her confused why he was looking at the two dancing. She shook the thoughts out of her head not wanting to make something out of nothing. She then started to think about something else.

She had gotten a flat for the two of them and was going to move in after they defeated Voldemort and she couldn’t wait to start the next part of her life with the man. She just hoped that he would like this gift that she got for the both of them.

“I love you to darling,” Ron smiled happily down at Y/N who returned the action. He squeezed her hand in a sort of reassurance. She didn’t know why she would need to be reassured by his love but the thoughts left her mind as his lips touched hers. She put one of her hands on his neck and began to kiss him back.

“Promise that when everything is over we’ll be happy,” Y/N asked her hand on his shoulder and their faces still inches apart.

“Promise,” Ron replied almost nervously she caught it but then a crash came and Y/N looked around to see what happened. She saw several death eaters enter the wedding. Y/N looked back to see where Ron went but was surprised to see he had disappeared.

“Ron,” Y/N in worry as she ran around the place looking for him. When she didn’t find him she ran her fingers through her hair and harshly tugged on it through frustration.

Then she saw him with Harry and Hermione.

Before she could do anything they disappeared from the dance floor leaving the death eaters and everyone else confused where they went.

“Y/N,” Ginny yelled, getting the girl's attention.

“Ginny,” She gasped in relief as seeing her best friend. She wrapped her arms around Ginny, this had been one of the worst years of her life and she couldn’t do anything about it.

She just hoped Ron would be okay.

Over her 7th year everything was tough with Snape being headmaster. She was lucky to have friends as good as Luna, Ginny and Neville.

She wouldn’t have gotten through this without them.

Most of her nights she spent with thoughts of Ron. If he was okay, or if he was hurt. Would he make it back okay? When she fell asleep she dreamed of the day where Ron and her would finally be together but then again it was just a dream.

One time when she got detention she was sent to the forbidden forest with Ginny and some other students. Luckily it was as bad as it could’ve been.

And before she knew it, they were back. Ron Harry and Hermione.

Once she saw Ron she relaxed, he was here and he was okay. Everything was fine in this moment as she ran up to him and hugged him.

Everyone else was talking about a plan.

“Whoa,” Ron gasped as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her back which made her look at him confused.

“What’s wrong,” Y/N asked looking up in his beautiful eyes.

Before they could say anything Hermione came up to the both of them.

“Come on Ron Harry needs us,” Hermione says looking Ron in the eyes. He nodded, kissing Y/N on the forehead, running off with Hermione.

She wrapped her arms around herself feeling very insecure. Y/N always thought Ron had a crush on Hermione but when they started dating she forgot all about them.

No Hermione would never do that to her.

Before any other thoughts came to her Ginny came up to her pulling her along with another group.

Then the battle began.

Death Eaters entered the castle and things went back. The place was in rubble and people were dying left and right. And worst of all Y/N saw her parents die right in front of her.

She couldn't even react as she saw a death eater right around the corridor. She ran before he could do anything. As she found herself on one side of the wall she leaned her head back as tears flowed out.

What was she supposed to do now?

Y/N stood there for a second crying before leaving and entering the main hall, which was in ruins. Before she could react to the mess she saw the Weasley family and Freds dead body.

A gasp left Y/N’s mouth as she saw one of the twins laying there. She didn’t even see Hermione hugging Ron in comfort as she lost one of her best friends.

Fred was the one to push her into confessing her feelings towards Ron. And now he was gone just like her parents. Tears stained her cheeks as she stood against the wall not wanting to ruin the family that is already broken.

When Voldemort came saying Harry Potter was dead and Ginny tried to run to find him but someone held her back. Y/N blocked out everything. She lost so many people today she couldn’t handle it anymore.

When Harry leapt out of Hagrids arms Y/N eyes widened in shock as he fired a spell. He eventually ran off with Voldemort straight on his tail.

Y/N participated in helping with the death eaters. It was hard. Y/N was all cut up and bruised and when everything was done she leaned against the wall and sighed as she relaxed.

Then she thought about how her parents were now gone.

Tears came out as she closed her eyes. She bit her lip to stop herself from sobbing so hard. Everything changed when Ron came into view.

Y/N leapt off the ground to Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck crying into his neck. Then some words came out of his mouth that she never suspected.

“Hermione and I kissed,” Ron blurted out making Y/N stop crying as she removed herself from Ron’s neck.

“What,” Y/N whispered, shock all over her body. She wrapped her arms around her body to stop the shiver. Maybe she heard him wrong. A tear came trailing down her cheek.

“I’m sorry I don’t think we should be together anymore,” Ron says softly. He didn’t mean for this to happen but he fell for Hermione.

Y/N nodded biting the inside of her cheek.

“I see,” Y/N nodded. Tears fell from her eyes and onto the ground as she looked into his eyes. “You never loved me,” She says harshly as her voice was raw from crying.

“I did I swear I just-,” Ron says, defending himself. But she interrupted.

“I just wasn’t good as Hermione,” Y/N’s voice cracked as she spoke. Before he could say anything Hermione came into view standing next to Ron, making her look at the both of them. “I hope you guys have a happy life together,” She whispers and walks away before any of them could say anything.

After the war Y/N inherited everything from her parents since she was an only child. She moved into that flat where she was going to share with Ron but now it’s just her.

Sometimes the silence is so loud. As she stares at the ceiling while she’s in her bed she thinks about Ron. She understands why he didn’t choose her.

Hermione was the embodiment of perfect. She was smart, funny and pretty, which Y/N had none of those qualities in her mind at least. Even though she understood why he didn’t choose it, it doesn’t stop herself don’t crying at night. Ron was the love of her life and she wanted to do everything with him.

Now it was all gone.

She took over a shop that her parents had. It selled books and ingredients for potions. It helped keep Y/N from her thoughts about Ron.

Usually it took so much for Y/N to get out of bed. She didn’t want to get up, she just wanted the pain to feel better. She stopped talking to the Weasleys not wanting to see Ron or Hermione. She had no one.

A year after the same old routine she was surprised to see Ginny sitting in her flat.

“Ginny,” Y/N says surprised. Ginny looked at her and raised one of her brows and stood up. “What are you doing here,” She asks, avoiding eye contact with the red head.

“I haven’t seen you in a year. I was worried that something happened to you,” Ginny says frustration running through her veins.

“I’m fine as you can see,” Y/N says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Obviously not this place doesn’t look like it has been cleaned in years,” Ginny says in disgust looking around the living room.

“I’ve been busy,” Y/N says lying. Truthfully she’s been in her bed feeling depressed.

“I know what happened between you and Ron but you shouldn’t hurt yourself over this,” Ginny says walking over her.

“I’m not, I'm over it,” Y/N says, her voice shaking, betraying what she’s saying. She wraps her arms around herself looking at the ground not wanting to face the truth.

“Y/N please you need to get help,” Ginny begged, putting her hands on her arms and giving them a squeeze.

“I loved him so much,” Y/N whimpers, tears trailing down her eyes. Ginny wraps her arms around the girl as Y/N rests her head on her shoulder crying her heart out.

For the 6 months Ginny has been by her sides as she goes to see a therapist to talk about everything.

And 3 months later Y/N can feel herself start to change. She starts to feel happy again. When she sees Ginny they joke and have a good time and Y/N starts to smile more. Her shoulders don’t slump anymore. She has jolt in her step as she walks to her job everyday.

Then Ginny invited Y/N to her wedding which she hesitated because of Ron. But then she thought why would she miss her best friend's wedding just for some boy.

Not only an invention but to be the matron of honor which she accepted hugging the girl in excitement. She helped Ginny with all of the planning and casually saw Harry around when she was at their flat.

A few days before the wedding she got a letter from the one and only Ron Weasley.

Dear Y/N,

I think it would be good to meet and talk to get some closure.

Sincerely

Ron Weasley

Y/N clenched her jaw as she squeezed her fist together in anger. She crumpled up the letter and threw it in the fireplace watching it burn. Tears stung her eyes as she watched the flames flare a bit.

Of course when she started to feel fine he had to step into her life again.

Y/N took a deep breath before standing up and dumping the wine into the sink before watching some tv. But all the thoughts kept circling her brain. Why would he want to talk to her right before Ginny's wedding?

She felt her eyes fall before she fell asleep on the couch.

Then the wedding came around and Y/N started to feel more and more nervous. She hoped she didn’t see Ron nor Hermione.

But she would have too because Ron was the best man.

He gave her a tight smile and she grabbed his hand as they walked down the aisle to where Harry was standing. Then Ginny came down making Y/N looked at her in awe. Ginny looks so beautiful.

After they sealed the marriage with a kiss everyone clapped and yelled in excitement.

After greeting every Weasley and hugging them and talking for a moment since they haven’t seen each other in a while, she sat down with a sigh. This was a good long day. She was so happy for Harry and Ginny.

“Y/N,” Someone said and she looked behind her to see Ron standing there awkwardly rubbing his neck.

“What do you need Ronald,” Y/N asked, sighing out of frustration.

“I was wondering if you got-,” Ron began to say but was interrupted.

“I got your letter and I don’t need the closure Ron I’m happy,” Y/N explained harshly. Ron nodded. “But I hope you got yours,” She says softly, giving his hand a squeeze before walking away from the boy.

She honestly hoped that Ron and Hermione had a happy life.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Evermore- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Summary: The wizarding war is starting and your family fears for their safety. Even though they were purebloods, they were not death-eaters. They decide to flee to america, but you, unlike them have someone to lose by leaving.

Kody: The song this image is based off of. Evermore by Dan Stevens (From the Beauty And The Beast 2017 Movie)

Year: 7th

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers/Warnings: some angst, cursing i think?

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when you were 13 you had the displeasure of meeting Draco Malfoy. Just transferring from America had been a big change for you, but you were ready to take on the challenge of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. That was until you bumped into him.

you hit somebody’s chest with a harsh thud “Watch where your bloody going!” someone shouted at you. You step back and meet the cold grey eyes off a pale boy. “Excuse me?” you said, slightly taken aback by his loud shouting. The boy had an amused grin on his face.

‘I was the one who had it all. I was the master of my fate’

“do i need to repeat myself? Watch where you're going? Who even are you? You sound american” he crosses his arms over his chest. You raise a brow ‘who does he think he is?’ you thought. “I’m Y/n L/n from ilvermorny. I just transferred here today so i am in fact American.”

his grin didn’t falter in the slightest “What’s your blood status?” he asked. You almost gasped. Why did he need to know that at all. You keep your composure this time putting on a grin of your own. “and why does that matter in the slightest?” you question.

“Because, i’m Draco Malfoy, pureblood and i shouldn’t be wasting my time with anyone less” he spoke with such smugness that you wanted to punch him right then and there. You put on a fake pout before answering “It’s to bad that i don’t care about blood status then huh?”

with those words you pushed past him and his trio of friends, leaving him in your metaphorical dust. As you walked away Draco watched your every movement. He was captivated by the way you stood up for yourself. It was different. It was exciting.

“I remember now! She’s from the american pureblood family. The L/n’s!” Theo shouted with a proud smile at his memory. Draco looked at him with a surprised expression “Really? Why didn’t she just tell me that then?” he replied, slightly irritated.

“because she was messing with you and you walked right into, Malfoy” Pansy rolls her eyes “I swear boys are so stupid” scoffing she began walking to class. Blaise and Theo following after her. Draco just sighed very loudly “Oh so now i’m the bad guy!”

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‘I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late’

the next week during potions class Draco was visibly struggling with a potion he had been working on all class and if he didn’t get it done before the end of the session he would fail. “That doesn’t look quite right” a voice said from beside him. He looks over to see you, standing behind him.

“Shove off L/n and mind your own potion” he hissed, each word laced with venom. What a Slytherin am i right? “I’m already finished, i think you missed an ingredient” you say, leaning over to look at his potion. He uses his free hand to push your head away “I don’t need anything else, it has to be perfect.Now leave”

he watches you place something next to his cauldron and walk away to your own desk. He gazes over at what you had left. Unicorn hair? hes hesitant, but picks it up then drops it in the cauldron. He watches the potion change to the right color and smiles to himself.

he looks over at you and you give him a small wink before going back to your potion. Maybe you weren’t that bad, but he’d never say that out loud.

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‘I'll never shake away the pain’

fast forward to 4th year, yule ball is upon Draco and he came alone. Pansy was taking Ginny and Blaise was taking Theo. As he stood at the entrance of the ball he felt a presence to his left “Did Draco Malfoy come alone to the ball?” a teasing, familiar tone said.

‘I close my eyes but she's still there’

he rolled his eyes and prepared a witty comeback, but all words left him once he saw you in a beautiful black dress. “Have i left you speechless?” you ask, stifling laughter. He regains his composure somehow and grins “Didn’t you come alone as well, why? Did no one ask you?” he teased.

you shake your head “No actually three seperate boys asked me. I just said no” you say simply, catching Draco off guard. “Really? Why?” he questions, He watches as you sigh deeply “Because i was waiting for you to ask me of course. Now do you want to dance?”

‘I let her steal into my melancholy heart’

Draco stood in shock before he felt you grab his hand, leading him to the middle of the dance floor. “Unless you don’t want to of course?” you tilt your head to the side. He shakes his head a bit before placing his hands on your waist. A strange feeling envelops his chest.

you wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a warm smile “You seem frightened by me?” you ask, unsure of your own question. He shakes his head quickly “No!- no i’m not, it’s just- thank you for saving me from the embarrassment of going alone. I don’t want people to think im-” he admits.

"a loser?” you finish his sentence. He chuckles at your answer “Yeah, something like that” he responds, his tone sadder then before. You shrug your shoulders at his statement “I wouldn’t think your a loser. I’d still like you” you spoke confidently.

his grey eyes widened as you said those three words to him.

‘It's more than I can bear’

and he ran away...

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weeks had past and students were now leaving the train to meet up with their parents for the summer. Draco hadn’t spoken to you at all. He was to scared to admit his own feelings to you. It was a coward move sure, but it was better than having to look at your bright E/c eyes and fall even more.

Draco was holding his luggage in one hand when he bumped into someone “Oh my, i’m so sorry” and there was the familiar voice again. His eyes locked with yours “Hey Y/n” he said. You scoff and place your luggage down, turning your body towards his.

“you leave me on the dance floor and reject me in the most rude way possible and all you say is ‘Hey Y/n’ if you were that disgusted by me Draco Malfoy, you could have just said so!” you shouted at him, he could see the tears brimming through the same E/c eyes he had seen so many times before.

he felt his world shatter a tiny bit at your outburst “No that’s not it at all. No one has ever liked me before okay?! It’s different. Especially when i like them back” it was your turn to be surprised this time. “Oh...you do?” you say, wondering if your ears had been playing tricks on you.

Draco nods slowly “Yes, i like you Y/n and i’m sorry for the way i acted at the yule ball” he says genuinely, no trace of mischief in his eyes. The corners of your mouth turn upward in a smile “Apology accepted” you nod once. He copies your smile.

“so what does that make us?” he asked. You roll your eyes “It makes us boyfriend and girlfriend Draco. That means i am yours and you are mine, got it?” you state, pointing a finger at him. He grins lightly and nods “I wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

‘Now I know she'll never leave me’

you smile up at him before your eyes looked at something behind him. “Oh that’s my parents! I have to go, but i’ll write you!” you force each word out quickly then stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. You give him one last smile before picking up your luggage shouting mom and dad.

‘Even as she runs away’

Draco turns behind him to watch as you walked away with your parents, his hand reaching up to touch the cheek you had left a kiss on. He felt his mind go fuzzy as the tingling feeling still lingered on his kiss. He let out a deep sigh “She’ll be the absolute death of me, that’s for sure”

‘She will still torment me’

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the month you two spent apart was one of the worst feelings Draco had ever felt. Now that you two were together, he had this nagging feeling of always wanting to hold you and just be by you in anyway. He didn’t know he could become so attached to someone.

after one night he had a fight with his father he stormed up to his room, slamming the door. He tried to calm himself down, but it was no use. The anger just wouldn’t subside. That was until a soft knock came to his door “Draco, honey. A letter came for you. From someone named Y/n L/n?”

Draco quickly opened his door. Narcissa handed him the letter and turned on her heels to walk down the hall. He closed his door again and rushed over to his bed. He opens the letter, your handwriting was so unique. With each word he read, the angered feeling drained away and a comforting one replaced it.

‘Calm me, hurt me’

he did scowl at the small section of you berated him on how he should of sent a letter first, but he also found it quite cute. He collected each one of your letters after that. He kept them in a black wooden chest that he hid under his bed. They became his cherished memories.

‘Move me, come what may. Wasting in my lonely tower’

he wished that he could have spent that summer with you instead...

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‘Waiting by an open door’

his leg wouldn’t stop shaking, he was going to see you again and it was the start of his fifth year and whatever, but that wasn’t on his mind at the moment. He was sitting in the Slytherin cabin of the train, waiting for you to step on. His mind was racing in two different directions.

‘I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in’

while waiting his mind had convinced myself that she was actually a figment of his screwed up imagination and he was a fool for waiting for her, but after realizing that even thinking that was the truth was mental he calmed down quite a bit.

“Draco?” that familiar voice spoke. He looks up to meet your E/c eyes once again. He jumps up from his seat and wraps his arms around you tightly. You stumble on your feet a bit, but hold onto him as well. “Happy to see you too?” you say with a small laugh.

“please don’t ever go on vacation for the summer again, i couldn’t handle it”he breathed out into your ear. You smile and pat his back “Okay i won’t you big baby” he pulls away and pecks your lips quickly, your face flushing. He grins a bit at your reaction. “Your lucky i like you Draco Malfoy”

‘And be with me for evermore’

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‘I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light’

they were 16, it’s been a year since they started dating and Draco was, to put in simple terms. Losing. His. Shit. Not only did he have the dark lord’s orders to fulfill, you were coming over tonight and he was going to tell you those three terrifying words.

his thoughts could no longer race as a knock came to his bedroom door “Draco?” oh shit. You were here. He takes a deep breath before going over and opening the door. He instantly wraps his arms around your waist “hello darling” he says in a breathy tone before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“hmm, hi” you say in between kisses. “I can’t believe your mom said yes to me sleeping over” Draco leads you into his room, shutting the door. He shrugs “Mother knows how much you mean to me so” he trails off at the end. You nod “Yeah i am your girlfriend, so it makes sense”

‘Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach’

“yeah, but your so much more to me” he says, his tone becoming serious. You chuckle nervously at his change of demeanour “Okay..” he lets out a deep sigh “oh merlin, i’m trying to say i love you Y/n. i’m in love with you. Like stupidly in love with you and you say boys are stupid”

a smile grows on your face before you wack his arm with your hand “Ow!” “Next time just say that you goof. I love you too Draco” you exclaim. He chuckles before scooping you back into his arms and both of you share a sweet kiss.

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now. 7th year. With the wizardry war starting and people choosing sides. Things were getting chaotic and fast. “Y/n pack your things quickly, were leaving!” your mother shouted from the living room. You rush downstairs in a haste “What do you mean were leaving!?”

your mother turns to you with a horrified expression “the sacred 28 are coming. There going to try and convert us to death eaters. Were leaving for America now!” she shouts. You shake you head rapidly “But Draco- i can’t leave him!”

“He’s a death eater Y/n. I know you love him darling, but he chose his side” she spoke in a comforting tone, but you didn’t find it comforting at all. Pulling out your wand you apparate away. Leaving your mother in shock. Where had you gone.

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‘She's never out of sight’

a there you were. Standing in Draco’s room. He looked away from the window and to you “Y/n? You can’t be here. Love. you have to leave” he spoke in a hushed tone as he walked towards you, grasping your shoulders. “I know Draco, i know your a death eater”

his grey eyes were filled with shame, looking away from you “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my choice Y/n you have to believe me. It was my fathers idea i swear on everything” the way he spoke was enough to convince you. “I believe you Draco. I do” he lets out a sigh of relief “Thank merlin”

“my family is fleeing to America. The sacred 28 are coming to my house right now to give me the mark” his eyes were no longer shameful, but terrified. “You have to go then” he said, cupping your face with his hands “I can’t-” “-Yes you can. Love, your not safe here”

“I don’t care. I can’t leave you Draco. It would be too painful” you spoke, tears starting to water in your eyes. He nods slowly “I know, but as soon as this mess is over you can come find me again. I’ll be waiting at my front door for you. I promise”

you look down, refusing to meet his gaze as tears began to stream down your cheeks “Promise me Y/n” he says more sternly. You hesitantly look up at him “I promise” you nod, putting your hands over his. “I love you Y/n L/n” he chokes out. “I love you too Draco Malfoy-”

“-I had a feeling you’d be here” a voice came from the doorway. Narcissa Malfoy. Draco lets go of you and pushes you behind him “Mother please” he begged. Narcissa waved her hand “There’s no need for that Draco, come along Y/n so i can sneak you out. They’ll know if you apparate”

‘Now I know she'll never leave me’

“Your not going to tell the dark lord?” you asked, holding onto Draco’s arm. Narcissa simply smiled and shook her head “I could never do that to you or my son, now we must leave at once” she held out her hand for you. You look at Draco before letting go of him.

‘Even as she fades from view’

“Make me a promise as well. In the end you’ll choose the right side in the end” you say/ He nods slowly “Anything for you” he spoke, giving you a smile that you return. Narissa grabs your hand and leads you out the room, closing the door. He waits a couple minutes before looking out his window.

he saw his mother leading you out the Manor. She seemed to say something to you before placing something in your palm. She gives you a kiss on your head before you apparate away. At that moment, his whole world had shattered. You were gone. Really gone.

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‘She will still inspire me. Be a part of everything I do’

and he kept his promise. At the day of the final battle when Harry Potter fell out of Hagrid’s arms. He ran towards him and threw his wand at him before leaving the scene completely. He hoped his mother wouldn’t worry to much about his whereabouts, but when Harry finally defeated the dark lord. He smiled.

he couldn’t wait to see you again. After charges were being dealt to his parents Draco and his mother were pardoned of all crimes due to there help towards Harry and his friends. For once he thank Potter for speaking for him at his trial. He wasn’t such a bad guy.

‘Wasting in my lonely tower’

it had been days since the war was over and there was still no word from you. It had been months without contact and you were no where to be found. He went by your old house. Empty. Not a single witch or wizard to be seen. Had you moved on?

‘Waiting by an open door. I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in’

like he promised, every morning, afternoon, and night. He wait by his door for an hour. Waiting for you to walk down the Manor path so he could wrap you in his arms again and feel your familiar warmth again, but a week had gone by and nothing, but he wouldn’t lose hope.

‘And as the long, long nights begin. I'll think of all that might have been’

he started waiting longer at the door. One hour turned to three. Narcissa had became worried about her sons health. So she made sure that he ate and drank enough water. Even help him to bed when he passed out leaning on the doorframe. Which he did. A lot.

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three weeks. Nothing. The early morning shift that day he wore his night clothes as he sat on the concrete. He had his face in his hands, rubbing away any tired feeling he had. “Draco?” his whole body froze like ice. He prayed that it wasn’t the tiredness as he looked up.

there you were. A small smile on your face as you stared down at him. He leaped off the ground and grabbed your face “What took you so bloody long?!” he shouts. “I had to wait until i turned 18 so i could leave. My mom tried to keep us apart, but it’s okay. I’m here now”

he nods vigorously. “You are. Your here” he smashes his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. It lasts a couple seconds before you pull away “Your mom gave me this by the way” you pull a silver ring out your pocket. It had a small black diamond on it. “My mother's engagement ring?”

you chuckle “That makes a lot of sense now. she told me to give this to you to give to me when we see each other again” his face flushes slightly as he takes it from your hand “After you leaving me for a month. I never want to lose you again. will you possibly, maybe, marry me?”

he looked unsure of your answer. “Of course you goof. Gosh, boys are so stupid” you say and hold out your hand. He grabs it and slides the ring on your finger. he gives you the brightest smile “I love you Draco Malfoy”

“I love you too Y/n Malfoy”

‘Waiting here for evermore’

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Kody- 4am, sleep now. scoliosis hurting. Anyways, peace.

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fandomtrash264 · 3 years

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I have some Fred and George promts that I don't want to forget so imma put them here. If you are interested in writting them, by all means go for it, just tag me. I don't think I have a preference over who is in each scenario. I will probably write George and Fred based on what I thought but they should work with either twin. I do think they are different, im just saying that I could see the story going with either boy

• Reader and Fred pull a prank on George that changes his hair color based on mood. (Red - angry, blue - sad, green - disgust, light pink - embarrassed, hot pink - flirty, purple - in love/swooning, dark purple -lust) The 3 are sitting in the great hall eating and George is staring at reader and his hair turns purple. Reader thinks he has just zoned out and starts to bug him asking who he is thinking about. Leads to confession (and I imagine he is embarrassed so his hair is pink)

• Reader is a metamorphmagus and they like to switch between male and female so they change their physical appearance as such. (I see Fred as bi ngl) Fred gets a crush on the reader without knowing they are both people. A little while later, he falls for the other side (if that makes sense) of them and thinks he likes 2 different people. He is super torn and has no idea what to do

•This one is a Soulmate AU. The one where you can hear the music your soulmate is listening to. Reader is listening to ✨🌶 S p i c y 🌶 ✨ music and he knows its reader and he is shocked because they don't seem like they would listen to it and he is pleasantly suprised to find they are super flirty and such (he is twin of your choice lol)

•Yet again, one of our boys gets pranked. They lie about something that makes reader upset so they prank them so that everytime they try to talk, bubbles come out instead and the only way to undo it is to do somthing super embarrassing (I'll leave that to y'alls imagination's) and they refuse because they are petty but they eventually give in with this big social stunt or smth

•i imagine reader is a Ravenclaw (could really be any) who is the child of Bellatrix and *Moldy Voldy* (why ravenclaw you ask? I'll explain) They are in George and Fred's year so they are older than Harry. Reader was rescued a little before Harry was born and got to stay with someone else (probably Remus or smth. I imagine a gryfinndor so that way the Slytherin and the Gryfinndor kinda cancel out so you get Ravenclaw. Slytherin is their blood but they know its wrong so they push for the good values. I know slytherins can be good [believe me, I am very big on the fact that not all Slytherins are evil] but when its Bella and Mr. Tom, they have some bad bones) and they keep it a secret from their friends (the twins, the trio, etc.) Until Remus brings them to an OoTP meeting. He doesn't say who he just says he is bringing He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named 's child and they are terrified of how their friends will react. Kinda angsty but eventually they all understand that reader isn't evil

• Branching off of the previous, same family situation but when they were younger, they weren't seen as a child, they were a weapon. Trixie and Tommy boy would experiment on them so they are lowkey fucked up. They are super powerful and struggle to control it. Reader freaks out because they are terrified that he will be able to control them or see in their mind and good 'ole Gred and Forge help our reader to feel better and reassure them

• Reader and a twin are dating in 7th year (With Umbridge) and instead of breaking up or telling them about the plan to start a shop, they just leave and break off all contact. Years later they see each other and reader confronts them about how he couldn't even break up with them before leaving and he confesses his worries. Inspired by the song Ways to Break a Heart by Maddie Zahm [you can find it on YouTube]

• Can happen to either the reader or George or Fred but somehow by prank or accident in class, they get separated into different parts of themselves [parts like the 7 deadly sins (so they would be split into Pride and Lust) but also other things work (like Fear and Wonder)] and the other 2 have to deal with it until the problem is fixed

• (I have a lot with the boys and pranks, sorry lol) the boys get de-aged and reader has to chase them around because they are H E A T H E N S but then later on they put them to sleep and the Love Interest (twin of choice) snuggles up to them and mentions how much they love them and reader gives it no mind because "he was a baby". They snuggle and when they wake up the boys are of normal age and the Love Interest just snuggles closer and says something like "I meant it y'know. I really do love you/think you're amazing" and just. Fluff

• (I wrote George, yet again, could work with either) Reader is playing with the sleeve/hem/string of George's sweater/hoodie and he quips with a flirty comment like "you want the whole thing? Here, give it back when it smells like you" and the reader brushes it off as a flirty comment and teases "how am I supposed to know what I smell like? I'm noseblind to myself" and he gives them a scent. The scent seems familiar to them but oh well. They wear it because its soft and it smells like him and later on when they are chilling in the common room or whatever (George isn't there) they realize that's what he said he smelt in his Amortentia in potions last week and they lowkey freak out and go to ask him about it and aaaah! Cute things ensue

• [!!!TW: Depression, suicidal thoughts!!!] Can happen to either reader or one of the boys.(If it happens to a boy i see it being George as he seems insecure of being in Fred's shadow and I will write the prompt that way but it works with Fred and reader as well) George has been a little off recently and reader and Fred can't figure out what it is until reader goes to the astronomy tower late one night and finds George on the roof of the atronomy tower, seemingly fighting with himself about whether or not he should jump off. Angst, ends with fluff, reader helps him to feel better. Inspired by the song Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

•During their 6th year with the Triwizard Tournament, a durmstrange gent takes a liking to the reader. They start to court the reader and flirt with them, give them lots of compliments, try to show their affection. The Love Interest (again, twin of choice) get REALLY jealous tho and decides to try and out-do the durmstrang boy. This leads to really extravagant methods of flirting (ex. Sending a howler that is actually a shower of compliments or after a big quidditch match, the whole team does a choreographed dance where the suitor sings/performs to reader) all of this leading up to the yule ball. They either go with the durmstrange guy and deal with Love Interest later or they end up going with the Twin, whatever you would like

• Everyone is at the Burrow and they decide to watch a movie. While everyone is in the kitchen, the twin (who is the Love Interest) comes by and says "Oh! Are you guys watching a movie?" Readet replies "Yeah, P.S. I Love you" and he just blushes really hard and sits next to them and says "I love you too". Reader doesn't know how of if they are gonna tell him that "P.S. I Love You" is the name of the movie. Then everyone else comes back in so they have to wait until after the movie to talk about it. The whole time the movie is going all they can focus on are the "I Love You"s that escaped each others mouths. Inspired by a wolfstar text post by @starsandmoonys

• Inspired by the drarry work, Mental by sara_holmes on Ao3 (which you should totally go read like holy shit i love this idea sooooo much) written with George but as usual, can work with either. Reader is in for total shock when a joke gone sour ends with George striking them with a bad Legilimency spell. Due to this spell, they can (and have to) hear each others thoughts and see the pictures in each other's minds. What will happen when they see all that goes on in each others heads? Will they learn to communicate? Will they let one another in? Will they like who they see, or will they be scared away from the thoughts behind closed eyes?

• (TW!!!!: Dreamt character death, War) Fred and reader have been friends-with-benefits for a long time with feelings slowly growing between the 2 of them. They stay in denial until Fred has a nightmare one day where reader dies in the war. The next day he is desperate to hold them and see that they are okay. He confesses his feelings in fear of losing them. Inspired by Woke the Fuck Up - Jon Bellion

• [(TW!!! War) Fred lives] Fred and Reader had a huge fight right before Fred and George left Hogwarts and leave things on a rocky ending. Fred knows just how much he needs Reader and he desperately wants them back. Reader doesn't want to admit it but they miss him.and want him back too. They see each other again after the war and Fred breaks down in their arms and confesses how much he misses them and needs them. How hard it has been without them. Reader reciprocates these feelings and tells him. They start over, slowly building their love up again inspired by Bad Habit - Ben Platt [First verse and Pre-chorus would be Fred's feelings and second verse and Pre-chorus would be Reader. They blend on the 3rd]

• George has been strangely quiet all day. Reader is confused and a little hurt as George seems to avoid them. Leaving rooms when they walk in, not keeping eye contact and staying as physically far as he can. That is until they sit down in the great hall for lunch and Fred tells his friends (including reader) all about having put a truth serum in George's drink and all the funny things he has gotten him to admit. Reader goes to confront George about what he is hiding (because otherwise he would talk to them, right?) And they get an oddly specific but touching confession [ie. "I borrow your chapstick because that is what your lips will taste like" and "I see you in my dreams almost every night" ] inspired by Jenny - Studio Killers

• [Choose whether the person who can dance is reader or Twin of Choice. I will be writting with reader] The yule ball is coming up and reader can't dance to save their life. A certain red-heades friend comes in to help. At first, reader doesn't believe him because "c'mon, why would you know how to ballroom dance?" But they are pleasantly suprised to find they are actually really good at it. Like, REALLY good. "Mum made all of us learn. In case we ever needed it". Reader notices their feelings start to change as they spend more and more sessions together dancing until the yule ball occurs. Take it from there lol

• just a very cliche typical love potion fic. Reader volunteers to be on the receiving end of one of Fred and George's pranks- spike their drink with love potion- on one condition. The person reader will be in love with, knows about it. Reader figures this will allow them some leeway and safety against other pranks. All is going well until they spike the drink for reader to like (twin of your choice) and they realize that nothing has happened except they are a bit more flirty. Everyone is crazy confused because for everyone else they were head over heels swooning and attached at the hip until Hermionie (or somebody else) quips in with "You can't create something that already exists, y'know".

• So this one is less creative and it's also a mix of 2 tropes but bear with me. Reader is a very outgoing flirtatious type of person. They openly flirt with everyone, Fred, Ginny, Neville, Dean, etc. They don't care, its a way they show affection. Then, when they start to get a crush on George (or Fred) they star getting more shy and reserved with him. And he is completely clueless. He's lowkey hurt because "why doesn't Y/n crack jokes like that with me?" And shit like that. He is feeling down when he sees it. No, not 'it', he sees you. You and Fred flirting. He's got you cornered to the wall and your cheeks are flushed and George is big mad. (When really, Fred just cornered them so they couldn't avoid the question and was teasing and asking about their crush on George). George ends up seeing out Y/n, getting them alone and confronting them. Light angst? But ends fluffy as reader explains what actually happened

*im going to keep updating this as I get more ideas so be prepared*

#prompt list #my prompts #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #most of these are based off of songs

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dalekofchaos · 4 years

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Why I always hated Harry becoming an Auror

I always hated Harry becoming an Auror, it just doesn’t work character wise and it strikes a raw nerve that a boy who I always stood by grew up and became a cop for a Ministry Of Magic that has never done anything right for him or anyone else in the Wizarding World.

He spent the entirety of OOTP realizing that the Ministry Of Magic is corrupt to the core and the fact that SIrius was pretty much sentenced without a fair trial, just shows how the system is broken and there is no chance to change. But even aside the fact, Harry pretty much becomes a cop. Harry James Potter has complete All Cops Are Bastards attitude and I can never ever envision that for Harry.

He spent his entire childhood and teen years fighting Voldemort and fighting a damn war and A WAR HE WAS BORN INTO!

Plus The Death Eaters gave up after Voldemort's defeat. The majority lost faith and those who stayed loyal, died or was captured. There is no need for Harry and Ron to become Aurors. There literally is no need for Aurors

It makes as much sense as Toph Beifong becoming a cop

Harry always desired a life of quiet peace or even a boring life. He did not like the fame that came with his life, he did not want to be the chosen one nor did he want the to be with the Ministry(A Ministry who that slandered his name did nothing about Voldemort, FALSELY IMPRISONED HIS GODFATHER. Harry just wanted a quiet and peaceful life with his friends and family and a life without fame or conflict. JK did the exact opposite of Harry’s desires.

Here’s the future I would’ve prefered for Harry. Becoming Ginny’s Trophy husband, Being a stay at home father, or going back to Hogwarts and become the permanent Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor.

Harry loved teaching in Dumbledore’s Army. He loved teaching his friends and you can damn well bet he would love teaching kids how to properly defend themselves. Harry would have loved being a teacher and watching his students improve throughout the years. Revamping the curriculum because if he could teach kids as a child himself how to cast a patronus, perhaps everything they think of as only NEWTs levels and beyond really just weren’t taught well before.

Making him become an auror just makes him continue the fight he was forced into as a child and didn’t enjoy, Harry enjoyed teaching the DA. Why wouldn’t he chase after doing something he loves with his life????? And then he’d be able to train the next generation to make sure that they can protect the world, too.

And just imagine Professors Potter and Longbottom joking about students and the other teachers during meals, playing mini pranks on Headmistress McGonagall, who’d purse her lips and remind them that they were adults, then look away before they could catch the twinkle in her eye. All the students would either have a massive crush on them or admire them or both. Harry is the only teacher capable of taming Teddy (who became known as the prank king, comparable to the Weasley’s twins) and eventually James, Al, and Lily. He develops connections with each of his students and teaches them according to the way he’s noticed they learn best and his classroom becomes a usual hangout for students, as he’s always got food and a “lame dad joke” that everyone secretly loves.

Voldemort cursed the position so no one could stay for over a year, and Rowling said that the curse broke upon his death. It would have brought the Prophecy’s plot line to full circle, because it shouldn’t have been anyone other than Harry who became the first un-cursed DADA professor. It would have been just another part Harry vanquished.

And how important would it be to the students as well, and to him being able to progress with a comfortable, normal life? Because every witch/ wizard in the UK goes through Hogwarts. The first year after the war, he starts, and the students all come home at Christmas or in the summer and their parents are all ‘WOW you’ve been taught by HARRY POTTER what was he like?” And all these students who are totally over it already like “I don’t know, just… he’s just Professor Potter. He’s just Harry. He makes shit jokes and hands out chocolate in lessons. He’s just a really great guy.” And over the years it stops being people yelling ‘The Chosen One’ or ‘The Boy Who Lived’ in the streets. He goes in to Diagon Alley with his family and everyone’s like ‘Oh my god, Sir! Hi! Look, it’s Professor Potter!’ And no-one wants to know how it felt to die or what vanquishing Voldemort was like- they want to tell him how their doing, and chat with him about how they want to go into the Aurors or Dragon taming, or what they’re doing now. They want one of their favourite teachers to meet their kids, reminisce about old lessons.

But of course, everyone still knows it’s Harry Potter. And it becomes like a thing among the students, whenever anyone feels low on confidence or like they’ll never achieve things in life, and someone’ll cut in like ‘Of course you can. Harry defeated the greatest Dark Wizard in memory, and he’s a massive dork who’s a little bit frightened of his wife and kids, still trips over the trick step, didn’t get the date he wanted to the Yule Ball and spills pumpkin juice all over his robes regularly. He’s human just like you, and if he could do that, you can sure as hell make the DMLE if that’s what you want.”

Like Harry and Neville being constant reminders to all their students that heroes are just people- just real, normal, faulty people.

(And then can we also have Ginny Weasley, taking some time off from playing professional Quidditch so she comes to do a few years as the flying coach. And her first year Harry goes down to the pitch with a few of the 7th years he has under his wing, and Ginny being, as always, vaguely terrifying but in an incredibly attractive way. And all these 7th years just gaping at her like ‘Woah. You are married to her?!” And Harry just massively smug like ‘Yeah, I know right?’)

#but it would be so perfect??? #bc it would help normalize his life so much #like there would just be this generation of kids who are like #‘ugh who cares that he killed the dark lord he gAVE US HOMEWORK OVER BREAK’ #like the beginning of every year there would be the new first years who would freak out a little #but then it would calm down #and most of the students would literally forget #until like clockwork the fifth years would have their history of magic class on the second war #and they’d all show up to DADA looking a little awestruck and everyone would be extra quiet #and harry would give this kind of annoyed sigh—except it’s fake bc he TOTALLY knew this was coming #bc binns is a bro and he totally gives him a heads up every year #and harry wouldn’t have any lesson plans for the day and instead he would just sit at the front of the room and answer everyone’s questions #but otherwise everyone would just be like ‘professor potter!! i can’t get my patronus to work! help me!’ #and like they’d go home at the end of the year or for break and their parents—who ARE still starstruck by harry james potter #would pester their kids with questions#and the kids would just be like ‘merlin i don’t know?? potter’s such a huge dork you should hear him talk about proper wand movements’ #but they would all love him #and he would feel safe and normal and utterly accepted

Why would he continue fighting and supporting an oppressive system afterwards instead of teaching students how to defend themselves?

#Anti JK Rowling #Harry James Potter #Harry Potter #Hinny

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ever since i heard that some people ship Hermione x Fred, i have not known peace. I have SO MANY THINGS TO SAY (some of which would thankfully make JKR really mad) and I need someone to know that I’m thinking of this AU. Anyway, I’ll list the things that are different in this AU and beg that someone responds to this to talk about this?

Elements of the AU:

1. Ron is gay. Not bi, not pan, gay. Ron is homosexual. Ron would be genuinely in love with Viktor Krum and I’m imagining that meeting Krum would make him realize that it’s not just idolization that he feels for the guy. This would also explain why he’s so butthurt at the Yule Ball, he’s not jealous of Krum, he’s jealous of Hermione. Plus, this would mean that Ron and Hermione’s friendship is just platonic and I think I’d like that better because a group of 3 should be able to just be friends for once. I think Ron would come out as gay after Lavender Brown/while breaking up with her.

2. Hermione and Fred fall in love- This would be opposites attract in a fantastic way. Our first thoughts are that Hermione is responsible and Fred isn’t. The issue is that they are only superficially different. Hermione breaks the rules all the time when she thinks it’s necessary (following Harry and Ron out of the common room, fighting for the Sorcerer’s Stone, going to the Restricted section, etc) and Fred is responsible enough to start and own a successful business? Hermione is basically the lawful good to Fred’s chaotic good. Then you add onto that the fact that she’s still best friends with Ron. She still comes over for the summer, still tries to play Quidditch when the teams are uneven, still has breakfast with the family. Only, she has a massive crush on Fred. She’d be more composed than Ginny is, she’d probably be harsher on Fred and George’s rule breaking tendencies to make it seem like she doesn’t like Fred in the first place. In fifth year, when Umbridge is running around, Hermione is embracing the fact that sometimes the rules are wrong. She could coordinate with the twins to ensue organized and planned out chaos, making their instant bogs and fireworks more effective, using them to hide the DA’s movements. Having grown together in 5th year, Hermione and Fred spend time together over that summer and they write to each other during 6th year (which Hermione hides from Ron!). Then they dance together at Bill’s wedding and before they can say anything, Hermione is forced to run. Over the radio, Fred says one or two things a broadcast specifically to Hermione. This would not only be a more compelling romance, but it would make the times that Ron defends Hermione and when he goes ape shit trying to get to her while she’s being tortured at Malfoy Manor more... impactful?

3. Viktor Krum is pan and he and Ron fall in love in 7th year.

4. Fred doesn’t die.

5. Dudley has a magical child.

6. Draco betrays Voldemort in the final battle, throwing Harry his wand (like in the deleted scene). This is his redemption. He spends the rest of his life helping Muggleborns and Muggles by working with the Ministry. This means that he works closely with Hermione and becomes a work-friend/close acquaintance.

7. Bellatrix and Voldy don’t have a baby

8. Cho Chang’s name isn’t Cho Chang

9. Padma and Parvati are more substantial

10. At least 3 characters would be transgender (Dennis Creevy, Luna Lovegood, and Dean Thomas?)

11. Neville and Luna get together

12. Seamus and Dean get together

13. Scorpius and Rose get together in the next generation.

Anyway... thoughts?

#Harry Potter #HP #anti jkr #Hermione x fred

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pugalore · 6 years

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Fred Weasley Imagine

Author: pugalore

A/N: This is my first Imagine. I’ve only done one post previously and that’s a fanfic so go easy on me! I hope you all like it. I’d like to take on commisions as well because I’m not so good at making up my own plots. Gifs are not mine, and I love the Morticia and Gomez so I had to include it. Enjoy!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: One swear word. I did quite well

Word count: 1,450

Stupid ball, stupid heels, stupid dress. Kick, walk, kick, walk. Y/N thought to herself as she descended the stairs into the great hall.

Tonight was the night of the Yule Ball. Dancing, kissing, more dancing, and possibly a bit of drinking, as Marcus Flint spiked the punch while Flitwick looked away.

The scene was lavish, and every teenage girls dream come true. Except Y/N’s.

It wasn’t that she was opposed to dances. In fact, she did rather quite like them, despite the fact she wasn’t the most graceful of people.

No, it was the fact that her date happened to be a 7th year boy that she had quite forgotten the name of. He was the first, and only, person to ask her, so she said yes.

The person she actually wanted to come with, sported another, more attractive girl on his arm, his hair slicked back, and dress robes looking immaculate.

Yes, Y/N had a hopeless crush on Frederick Weasley.

The way he’d grin lopsidedly at his friends, how he’d furrow his brows while he struggled with his homework, when he actually did it anyway. And his laugh. Oh his laugh. You could hear it from anywhere in the castle when he let out that booming laugh that made his eye twinkle.

But none of these were aimed at you. No, she doubted Fred even knew of her existence. It’s not that Y/N was unpopular. She had a few very close friends, but altogether, she spoke and interacted with many of her classmates.

But she just couldn’t talk to Fred, no matter how many people pushed her to.

So she stayed in the background, watching him in the library, pulling pranks. Hell, she’d even gone to every quidditch game since he became a beater and she had no clue of the rules!

So, here she was, sitting at a table, while her ‘date’ flirted his way through half of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Y/N’s mother had gone to great lengths to find her the perfect dress. The Y/F/C, strapless, floor length dress shimmered from the crystals. Her H/C was intricately styled. If she was actually dancing, then someone could have appreciated the effort the dressmaker had gone to, and seen her diamond necklace with matching earrings twinkling under the light.

Y/N sighed as she realised that her once full cup of punch, was now disappointingly empty. If she wanted more, she’d have to skit around the dancing couples and make her way to the opposite side of the room.

Fuck it, she thought, standing up. Remember, kick, walk, kick, walk. Wait, cake walk?

As usual, Y/N had lost her train of thought, meaning her kick walk completely failed. Instead, her heel got stuck in the front of her dress, causing her to stumble. Straight into someone else.

That someone else, just happened to be George Weasley, the twin of the man she held affections for.

“Woah,” George righted the girl, looking into her E/C eyes. “You alright?”

Y/N nodded, her ears flushing, but the amount of foundation she had caking her face, covered how red she’d gone. “Thank you.”

“I’m George.” George stuck his hand out, which Y/N took gently to shake. But George wasn’t about to just shake a pretty girls hand. Instead, he bought it up to his lips, placing a quick kiss on her knuckles.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“I know who you are.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her hand now falling to her side.

“You do?” George grinned at her, his eyes darting to his twin.

“What do you mean?”

George’s grin turned cheeky. “I’ve said to much! See you around miss Y/L/N.”

With that, George left her to get her punch.

Shaking her head at the odd encounter, she quickly poured her drink and went back to staring sulkily at the happy couples.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Fred was staring right at her, Angelina, who was chattering away as they swayed, completely forgotten.

See, turns out Y/N’s feelings weren’t unrequited, and he’d noticed her since she was a little first year, about to be sorted into Y/H.

Fred had wanted to ask Y/N quite desperately, but like so many other times he’d gone to talk to her, he’d chicken out last minute. Which is why he took the next girl he knew would say yes.

Fred couldn’t deny, Y/N looked beautiful tonight. And the way George had kissed your hand had him seething.

He’d watched the encounter with disbelieving eyes, the tips of his ears turning redder by the minute at his jealousy. George was his twin, why on earth would he do that to the girl George knew he liked?

So he left Angelina whining on the dance floor as he stormed off after his brother.

“What was that about?” George smiled mischievously at the rage that was plain to see in his twins eyes.

“Well, you didn’t seem like you were going to do anything with her. She’s attractive. I think she likes me.” George puffed his chest out, doing an internal dance as Fred’s nose wrinkled in annoyance.

“You stay away. You know I like her!” Fred stomped his foot like a two year old who wasn’t allowed his sweets.

“Then do something.” George skittered off, finding a girl to dance with, leaving Fred unsure what to do now.

He saw her date was fawning over the girls who had come alone. He scoffed. As if he was worthy of Y/N! He thought.

Fred’s head was about to explode. Y/N was standing by the punch bowl, eyes glazed over, bored. She shouldn’t be there. She should be dancing. With me!

Fred had made up his mind. He marched over to the girl, who looked up startled at his presence.

“Hello Fred,” She stuttered out. She knows my name! “How can I help you?”

Fred clammed up, his mouth going to form the words, but unable to. He was so confident, but he felt like a little boy when he was around her.

“I, uh, I wanted to know if you’d like to.” Fred lost his words, gesturing wildly at the dance floor.

Y/N was surprised. Fred Weasley was wanting to dance? Surely a prank, she thought. But, she’d get to dance with him.

Y/N shrugged, placing the cup back on the table, and walking onto the floor.

The song was now a slow song, and all the couples on the floor moved closer, swaying slower.

Y/N swallowed heavily, trying to suppress the horrendous blush that was threatening to creep up her neck.

Fred hesitantly put his hand on her waist, his hand gliding round to hold her lower back.

He pulled Y/N forward, her hands coming up to catch herself on his chest.

The small squeak that escaped her lips was barely heard by Fred, but he found it adorable.

Y’N’s hands reached up to Fred’s shoulders, holding him gently, while Fred’s other hand interlocked with the one already resting on her back.

“So,” Y/N started, nervously. “Come here often?” Y/N berated herself internally. Come here often? Is that the best you can do?

Fred laughed heartily, causing Y/N to smile gently. She could feel the vibrations through his chest, and it was wonderful. To know she had made him laugh was amazing, even if she had done it by making a fool of herself.

“C’mon. Let’s go somewhere else.” Fred dragged the poor girl along and out of the great hall, and into the courtyard corridor.

He sat in the opening, motioning for Y/N to join him.

“Sorry, I just don’t really want to share you to be honest.” Fred said, taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers.

“That’s ok. It’s a little overwhelming.” Her other hand came up to play with the necklace.

“You know,” Fred started. Y/N turned to him, listening intently. “I’ve imagined talking to you for a while. Never thought I’d actually have the guts to do it.”

Y/N smiled, closing your eyes, hoping this wasn’t another dream. Her eyes flirted open in surprise as she felt Fred’s lips connect to her cheek.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Y/N, I like you. I know it’s sudden, but I can’t hide it anymore and-” Fred got cut off as Y/N’s lips connected with his own in a quick, chaste kiss.

“You’re babbling.” Fred grinned, the biggest grin she’d seen him ever make, before connecting their lips once more.

Maybe going to the Yule Ball wasn’t that bad after all.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #reader insert #harry potter #harry potter imagine #fred and george #fred and george weasley #weasley twins #weasley twins imagine #fred x reader

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liealittlelouder · 6 years

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Scorbus Fic-Rec

Alphabetised, because apparently, I have the time.

FULL NOVELS

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (in novel form) by BOLEYNC - This is Harry Potter and the Cursed Child as a novel. From the perspective of Albus Severus Potter and sometimes Scorpius Malfoy. Dialogue and directions the same (except for one scene ahem). With added novel-ish character stuff. // actual scorbus included :)

Maromortia by TORESTOREAMENDS - Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year, and Albus discovers that he’s become very ill over the summer. Determined to find out what’s wrong with him and how to make him better, Albus starts doing some research, and discovers Moramortia, a fatal illness with just one cure. Together, Albus and Scorpius (with some help from Rose) set out on an adventure to find the ingredients to make the potion that will hopefully save Scorpius’s life… // ongoing

ONE – SHOTS

All-nighter by TORESTOREAMENDS - Albus and Scorpius are so busy with Quidditch and Prefect Duty and goodness knows what else, that they barely have time to revise for their N.E.W.T.s. There’s nothing else for it. They’re going to have to pull an all-nighter // a really sweet little fic

Amortentia by TORESTOREAMENDS – Potion making, oblivious boys, wise Rose and a little bit of kissing // absolutely beautiful story with amazing characters, love everything about this, and would probably read it a good ten times if I had the time

Anti-Valentine’s Confession by KASKET - Albus is exhausted when he retires to the Slytherin dormitory after a long day of watching couples snog nauseatingly in every corridor of the castle, and dodging owls swooping in and out with scented red and pink envelopes. He hates this time of the year. // really cute and fluffy

Coming Out by RAINYSTREETLIGHTS - Scorpius and Albus have been going out for a few months now. It's probably time Draco knew. Scorpius, however, would be happy to put it off forever // captures Scorpius’s character so well, absolutely amazing little read; a father – son moment that should be treasured

Fever by RAINYSTREETLIGHTS - It's 7th year at Hogwarts. Scorpius is training to become a healer and Albus is unwell. Totally self-indulgent, established relationship, fluff fest. // caring, healer Scorp and stubborn Al

Firewhisky by AMORAE - Albus Severus Potter isn't nearly as dense as his father, but if there were a competition for "The Densest Potter Boys Alive", it would be a very, very close call. A Slice of Life fic about Albus falling in love with Scorpius. // the right amount of everything

Fireworks by TORESTOREAMENDS - Scorbus first kiss on Bonfire Night. It's really as simple as that. // Haven’t read, but considering the author, guaranteed to be amazing.

In Other Words by UKRAINIANIRONBELLY - "I love you" can be said in many other ways // includes Christmas presents, confessions, Hogsmeade outings and Amortentia.

Mine by AUTUMNHEARTH - In Albus and Scorpius's sixth year it is announced that a Yule Ball will be held. Why is Malfoy the Unanxious acting so anxious all of a sudden? // In which Scorpius Malfoy is overcome by a list of unusual requests which all – really – boil down to one question in the end

More to Magic by TORESTOREAMENDS - Over the years Draco has learned that there are two types of magic: boring magic, and evil magic. There really isn’t much more to it than that. At least, there isn’t until he has Astoria and Scorpius. // A heart warming fic about Draco, Astoria and little Scorp

Piano by TORESTOREAMENDS - Albus visits Malfoy Manor for the first time and discovers that Scorpius is a pretty decent piano player // still on my reading list

Questions by WRITEITININKORINBLOOD - Lily is actually a ninja. Albus just wants to sleep. // fluffy little fic

Scorpius On Slytherin by OBSESSIONS - Scorpius is at the Potter's for dinner, and when Albus asks why Slytherins have a bad rep, Scorpius decides to put the nasty tropes to rest once and for all. // Less on Scorbus and more on Scorpius’s amazing, perceptive skills

Sixty-Two Confirmed Moons by ASEQUENCEOFBADDECISIONS - When Scorpius celebrates a Quidditch win with the Gryffindors a little too hard, Albus is forced to come to the rescue... at 1 AM. (General fluffiness, just my babies being adorable, drunk!Scorpius) // So cute and adorable, lovely little fic

The Patronus by ABITNOTGOOD (EGGSYUNWIN) - Defensive charms are seen as a staple in the wake of the Second Wizarding War. It makes sense for the Ministry to send the youngest Auror to ever produce a corporeal Patronus to Hogwarts to help teach them. Scorpius thinks this is a brilliant idea. Albus just wants to make it through the class alive // Albus and Harry being awkward and trying to get past each other’s walls, and of course, Scorbus.

This is New by JJK - An epilogue to The Cursed Child where Scorpius stays over at the Potter's for a week in the summer holidays, after a strange and eventful Fourth Year at Hogwarts // conversations under the stars, chaste realisations and sweet new beginnings

The First Date by RAINYSTREETLIGHTS - One-Shot set in Albus and Scorpius’ sixth year at Hogwarts. When Rose doesn’t show up, Albus and Scorpius end up going on an accidental first date. Pure Scorpius and Albus fluff. Awkward conversations and a lot of strange situations // again, the characterisation is beautiful, I love the feeling of this fic, unbelievably Scorbus.

What were you going to say, though? by QUEENOFTHYME - "What were you going to say though?” Albus shrugged. “It’s not important.” Scorpius’s eyes narrowed as his smile grew wide. Albus realised his mistake too late. Scorpius loved mysteries. There was no way he was going to let this go now that Albus had been so cryptic about it. “It was important enough to interrupt me mid-shower, and more significantly mid Celestina Warbeck’s Greatest Hits.” // in which Scorpius attempts to find out what Albus is so scared of admitting, in the end it works out pretty well – for both of them

When The Time Is Right by TORESTOREAMENDS - Albus is going to ask Scorpius to marry him on New Year’s Eve. That’s the plan at least, but first he needs to find a ring, and pick the right words to propose with. It’s all a lot easier said than done. // absolutely gorgeous

SERIES

Put Your Guns Away, It’s Tea Time (Part 1 of 3) by FROMBLUETORED - Ginny Potter estimates it will only take three days into the Weasley-Potter family holiday for Albus to act on his feelings for his best friend. Albus estimates it will only take three days for him to die of embarrassment. And Scorpius, well. Scorpius is just glad to be there with Albus in the first place. // absolutely wonderful read; perfect amount of Scorbus and everything else; Ginny is amazing

Put Your Curse In Reverse (Part 2 of 3) by FROMBLUETORED - Scorpius Malfoy knew his fifth year would be challenging-- but he hadn't expected this. Between his impending O.W.L.s, his new relationship, Quidditch tryouts, the public eye, and the Slug Club, he can hardly catch his breath. Meanwhile, Harry Potter discovers that being a professor at Hogwarts is very different from being a student there-- especially when you've got three mischievous children and a handful of students who can't seem to do more than ogle at you // (yet to be read but if the last fic was anything to go by, this one’s gonna be pretty damn good.)

Set Fire to our Homes (Part 3 of 3) by FROMBLUETORED - As Albus and Scorpius begin their life together, Albus discovers that married life is every bit as wonderful and difficult as he always anticipated it would be. Life is better now that they're free from the looming threat of a Dark Arts resurgence, but Albus quickly realizes that there are plenty of other threats, too, like aggravating bosses and unexpected bouts of baby fever. Meanwhile, officials within the Ministry unearth a rapidly-worsening problem: for reasons unknown, the frequency of Squib births has quietly and suddenly quadrupled, leading to serious concerns over what might be prohibiting wizards and witches from passing on their magical genes-- and what that might mean for the coming generations of Wizardkind. While James and his new Ministry department struggle to deal with the societal impacts of an unprecedented amount of Squib children, Lily and Albus find their jobs--and their lives--intersecting in an unexpected way. // (yet to be read but...)

Seasons (Part 1 of 3) by STARLIGHTPEDDLER - From the moment Scorpius and Albus get on the Hogwarts Express for their fifth year, things start to change. Albus starts to gain confidence both in the classroom and out of it, and Scorpius’ realization that he has greater feelings for his best friend threatens to leave him more alone than he’d ever imagined // amazing

Quietly (Part 2 of 3) by STARLIGHTPEDDLER - Albus and Scorpius aren't sure what they're doing when their relationship starts to change, and they discover the complexities of balancing a relationship and keeping secrets while immersed in Hogwarts where nothing stays quiet for long. As they find their footing in uncharted territory, Scorpius finds out he bears a heavier burden than just the Malfoy name, and Albus realizes some things are more important than his life. // equally amazing (if not more)

Softly (Part 3 of 3) by STARLIGHTPEDDLER - Albus and Scorpius enter life after Hogwarts and find that their days aren’t easier without classes and exams. With personal baggage, family obligations, and a wizarding community that’s far more complex than they’d anticipated, Albus and Scorpius have to rely on more than just each other to survive. // still on my reading list

And here’s a much more amazing scorbus fic rec: https://autumn-of-ilvermorny.tumblr.com/post/154909270763/cursed-child-scorbus-rec-list

#scorbus #albus severus poter #scorpius malfoy #the cursed child #hp #harry potter #fic rec #fanfic #fic-recs #credit to these AMAAZING authors #SIRIUSLY #U GUYS R AMAZING #keep the secrets #Mayhem to the nth degree

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hogwarts info part 2:

professors: albus dumbledore - the headmaster, we love but as a fandom don’t trust bc we see u albus u a shady bitch. ( still love his quotes thooo. ) minerva mcgonagall - the true HERO. she is head of gryffindor house and is basically the baddest bitch who everyone respects and adores. filius flitwick - charms professor and head of ravenclaw house he’s WITTLE but he’s powerful and he’s the one in the forever famous it’s LEVIOOOSA NOT LEVIOSA scene. horace slughorn - he is the potions master and head of slytherin house in the marauder era. not a bad dude... but he is ambitious and he’s all about them connections and collecting valuable and rare artifacts and he treats people like this too. which is how the slug club is born, he recruits students who either have powerful relatives or are crazy talented ( which is how lily ended up in this club, she was one of his absolute favorite students. some others in here were like regulus black, lucius malfoy, theodore nott, and u know people like that. ) he was also voldy’s potions teacher and head of house.. he loved him LMFAOOOO. told him about horcruxes ( which i will explain. ) professor binns - teaches history of magic and he’s like u know a 100000 year old ghost man. most people sleep through this class but tbh i think it would have been my fave lmao. silvanus kettleburn - he was the care of magical creatures professor in this era. magical creatures u know all the fab wizarding animals we saw in fantastic beasts and more. rubeus hagrid - gamekeeper, dumbledore let him stay on the grounds after he was expelled from hogwarts the year the chamber of secrets was opened and mrytle was killed. pomona sprout - head of hufflepuff house and she teaches herbology all about the plants and things u know this is the biology of the wizarding world and all that. she’s the one that grew mandrakes in the second book / film to help all the students attacked by the basilisk ( giant snake ) sybill trelawney - divinations professor, she’s a seer this bitch acts like she’s a fake but she not. that’s why dumbeldore hired her she’s the one that delivers the prophecy about the chosen one. u know the one that snape overhears and runs like a bitch baby to tell voldy and then realizes he fucked up... bc LILY lmfao. most people think she’s a fake THO... cause she has like one accurate vision every 3000 years. madam hooch - flying instructor, she’s the referee at the quidditch matches and the coach for the teams.

other subjects at hogwarts:

arthimacy - wizard math DIE TBH. it predicts the future using numbers but who wants to torture themselves? but info here [ x ]

ancient runes - more wizard historical stuff which i think i’D be so interested in info here [ x ]

astronomy - star studies

alchemy - only available to 6th and 7th years as an elective... info here [ x ]

apparition - seventeen years old... gotta be of age for this info here [ x ]

muggle studies - muggles be freaks for wizards lmao. info here [ x ]

general class information here [ x ]

other wizarding schools:

there are other schools outside of hogwarts in the wizarding world bc well magic isn’t only british lmaoo. there are others like in japan and so forth but i’ll tell you some of the ones most people reference.

beauxbatons - school in france, in the movies it’s all “ girls “ but in the books aka real canon there are male and female students. their headmistress is madam maxine.

durmstrang - scandinavian school, this school biggotted they don’t accept muggle borns but u know the students may or may not be prejudiced against them take viktor krum for example he took hermione to the yule ball.

ilvermony - ya’ll know this one it’s the american one with the problematic as fuck native american houses.

horcruxes - you’ve all seen the movies, so this you will know but basically it’s an object that contains a part of a wizards soul... voldemort used it to create “ immortality “ except not really bc they can be destroyed anyway the catch for this is that you have to commit murder in order to be able to split your soul. it’s heinous in the eyes of most people. horace slughorn told voldy about it thou he got charmed and he explained what it was and he’s ashamed.

magazines:

the daily prophet - wizarding newspaper, it’s controlled by the ministry a lot of the time and they aren’t truthful aka think of fox news.

witch weekly - thas right wizards love gossip too and they have celebrities so like think of this as a tabloid magazine of sorts.

music: there are wizarding bands who are famous, same with singers and such bc everyone loves music. some of the ones i remember at the top of my head...

the weird sisters - is a rock band, we saw them at the yule ball in the goblet of fire. but basically they the rolling stones man

celestina warbeck - a popular female witch who sings and tbh for some reason i imagine celeine dion lmfaoo.

spellbound - an all WITCH band typically surrounded by scandals.

jobs aka after hogwarts:

gringotts curse breaker - basically treasure hunters / archeologists they work for the bank and break ancient curses and travel the world and tbH this would have been one of my dream jobs.

dragologist - they are magizoologists who focus on dragons like ron’s brother charlie. many go to romania bc of the dragon sanctuary.

magizoologist - NEWT was one of them... they care about the animals u know... they study them and all that jazz.

auror - wizard cops basically, they are crazy talented witches or wizards who protect the wizarding world. they also tend to be very respected a few names that made a big impact in this field were alice and frank longbottom... people loved them.

professor - obviously we need the teachers lmao.

healers - they work at st mungos the wizard hospital and they tend to the sick and basically the doctors of this world.

unspeakables: they work at the department of mysteries and it’s exactly how it sounds they don’t talk and are really intimidating.

quidditch teams : there are a lot and people are famous like viktor krum info here [ x ]

wizengamont - wizarding court, it’s the high court of law and it acts like pariliment... and people get invited to join u have to be highly respected and all that. dumbledore is the head of it.

ministry of magic departments - A SHIT TON of these. and i will link to info here [ x ]

food - there are several kinds of alcohol and food and sweets and all that shit links for alcohol [ x ] and candy [ x ] and food [ x ]

textbooks and school stuff here [ x ]

wandlore information here [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

extra info on a patronus here [ x ]

#& ; talk tag.#& ; marauders verse.#again will add more as i think of it.

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its december & that means ...dun dun dun... CHRISTMAS! so i request a post war yule ball the night before christmas (maybe hadrian, hermione, ron are repeating 7th year & heather is there as a war hero or as a staff member.) there's floating mistletoe in the great hall, & at midnight any pair caught under the mistletoe are magically bound to each other (& the mistletoe) until they kiss. what happens when snape and heather (accidentally?( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)bump into each other (& a mistletoe) at sharp 12?

The Great Hall was decked out in shimmering fairy lights and shiny baubles. A grand fir tree held a place of honour in the room, tall enough that it almost reached the enchanted ceiling, which showed a beautiful starry night sky. It was the night of the much-anticipated Yule Ball at Hogwarts, organised as a way to lift the spirits of the students after the war. Even months on, the scars from the watershed battle that occurred on school grounds had not faded. So the ball was intended as a way to remind everyone to celebrate what they had, as well as be grateful for the sacrifices made.

It was doing a great job. The atmosphere in the room was the happiest Hogwarts had been since Voldemort’s second reign of terror had started. Students were laughing, eating, dancing, making merry. Even the first to third year students had been invited, though they were escorted back to their dorms at 10pm. All in all, everyone was having a great time.

Watching from her little corner of the room, Heather plucked another treacle tart from the floating tray and picked at it morosely. She spied Hadrian dancing with Cedric, under disillusionment, because Rian had returned as a so-called eighth year student while Cedric was officially the new Transfiguration Professor now that Professor McGonagall was Headmistress. Hermione and Ron were bickering over at the tables. Well, Hermione was nagging Ron while he stuffed his face with more food. Fred and George weren’t here, since they were neither students nor teachers. But she had no doubts that they had managed to sneak in and were plotting something.

Everyone was having a blast, so why was she hiding in the shadows like the Grinch?

Her eyes were drawn to the shadows across the room from her. Right, that was why.

Severus Snape, feared Potions Master of the Dungeons, war hero, Order of Merlin Second Class, and her sort-of-maybe boyfriend? Boyfriend just sounded so juvenile though, and that man was anything but. Maybe significant other, partner? Well, whatever he was to her, it was still a relatively recent development. If one could call years of repressed feelings and then awkward I-might-die-tomorrow confessions pre-Battle of Hogwarts recent.

They had taken things slow, in the flurry of post-war reparations, Deatheater clean-ups, court trials and awards ceremonies. Now, they had all the time in the world to figure things out, so why rush things?

Well, that sounded good in theory, but in practice? Heather didn’t need time to ‘figure things out’. She knew what she wanted, who she wanted. It was mostly Severus who seemed to have doubts, and while that made her feel a little insecure, she was more than willing to give him space.

And that was why she shouldn’t have done what she did.

She’d thought that the six months of relationship they had under their belts were enough to ask him to the Yule Ball. Up till then, they had told no one of their status as a couple and she had thought the ball was a great way to break the news without actually saying anything.

Severus hadn’t been on board with the idea at all.

And she probably shouldn’t have pushed him, should have accepted it and carried on, but then her insecurities started talking and they had a fight. Well, it was less a fight and more of Severus freezing her out.

That had been a fortnight ago.

Two long weeks of avoiding her eyes and wordless replies. Two long weeks of brewing alone in the Den. Two long weeks of wondering if she should pack up her things, just in case. Not that she thought the man would renegade on their Master-Apprentice contract because of their personal relationship, but when had anxiety ever been logical?

That brought her to here, standing alone at a ball surrounded by jubilation and festivity. In her own bubble of misery and bad choices. Well, that wasn’t at all depressing.

A quick Tempus showed that it was very nearly midnight. Well, she had stayed long enough. Time to get out of here and hopefully make it back to her quarters without bumping into anyone. Namely, certain Potions Professors. She briefly considered just eliminating that risk altogether and bunking down in the Den tonight.

Halfway to the exit, a Gryffindor couple knocked roughly into her from behind. Taken by surprise, she almost took a hard tumble to the cold hard floor. Almost, if not for the hands that gripped her shoulders to steady her.

Going by her luck tonight, her saviour would be none other than… She sneaked a look upward. Yep, the very man she had been hoping to avoid. Of course.

She ducked her head again, mumbling a quick thank you. Loud cacophony burst out in the room at that very second. She didn’t know why, but she took the opportunity to slip out of the hold and escape.

Not two steps later, she felt a barrier stop her from moving further. Immediately, her wand shot to her hand and she got into a battle stance. Had someone taken advantage of the larger gathering to launch an ambush? Just because Voldemort was dead didn’t mean they were totally safe. She cursed herself for letting down her guard.

A glance across the room quieted her suspicions. Couples across the floor were engaged in various stages of lip-locking. Above each pair was a brightly glowing sprig of mistletoe. She groaned and looked up. Sure enough, one of the darned things was floating merrily above them.

This had Fred and George written all over it.

Then she remembered who she was trapped with. Of all people, really?

“Heather.”

Reluctantly, she brought her eyes to meet the other’s.

“Hello, Severus.”

That was the most they’d said to each other in the two weeks since their argument. She tried to push against the invisible barrier again, to no avail.

“Don’t worry,” she shot a thin smile at the man, “I’ll get us out in no time. This is Fred and George, after all. I know their magic.”

‘You won’t be stuck with me for long,’ was what she didn’t say.

She went straight to work on the spell. It was most likely a tethering spell. Not so much a stationary barrier, but a chain preventing them from leaving a certain area around the mistletoe anchor.

“Wait.”

She stilled at the word. Warily, she turned to face Severus again. She was a little afraid of what he had to say, after the oppressive silence.

He looked intensely uncomfortable, all furrowed brows and stiffened posture. She softened at the sight and stepped a little closer. All the times she’d tried to talk to him before this had been rebuffed, but hopefully he would be receptive to listening to her now.

“I’m sorry,” she said. His eyes widened in surprise, but she forged on. “It was wrong of me to keep pushing you even after you said you didn’t want to come to the ball together. I know you’re not comfortable with the idea of people knowing about our relationship. I don’t want what we have to be ruined because of my stupid mistake.”

“No.” Severus released a breath and crossed the last step separating them. “You shouldn’t have to apologise for my shortcomings. This has already been going on for more than half a year, perhaps even longer. Most couples inform people of their relationship within weeks, if not days.”

“Severus…” Heather shook her head, smiling helplessly at the man. “We’re not most people. When have you ever cared about what other people do? When have I? We can take as long as we want. This is our relationship, not anyone else’s. I know you’re a private man. If you’re not willing to tell people yet, that’s fine.”

“No,” he repeated, “that is not the problem.” He swept forward, embracing her in his arms. Eyes widening, she swung her gaze around to see if anyone was watching them. Everyone else seemed to be otherwise occupied, but they were still out in public.

“Severus?”

A hand grasped her chin and tilted her face towards Severus’. “Heather, contrary to your belief, my concern was not with telling people I was in a relationship with you. Why would it be? You are a lovely, talented, intelligent young woman. Anyone would be proud to be on the receiving end of your affections.”

Heather frowned a little, confusion clear on her face.

“I was afraid…” He licked his lips nervously. “I was afraid of what people would think of you, for…dallying with a Deatheater. Surely, you can do much better.”

What? That was what Severus really thought?

“First off, you are not a dalliance,” Heather scoffed at the insinuation. “I am very much serious about this relationship. Think of it more as a…courtship.” Yes, that was much better. A little old-fashioned, but the Wizarding World was like that.

“Second off, you are an ex-Deatheater, turned spy and you even have an Order of Merlin to prove it. The war couldn’t have been won without your help. Anyone who says otherwise isn’t worth listening to!”

“A good half of society?” Severus asked sardonically.

“Probably more than that. British wizards are notoriously dunderheaded.”

That elicited a tiny laugh, which may as well have been deep-bellied laughter, coming from Severus.

“Seriously, though. Our friends and family don’t care,” Severus raised a brow, which made her concede, “Okay, our friends and family, except Sirius, don’t care. I even have it on good authority that they’re happy for us, imagine that,” she whispered, fake gasping.

Severus still didn’t look wholly convinced, though.

“Hey, I’m just saying that I have no problem if people think poorly of me for being with you. I really couldn’t care less, really. But if you really aren’t comfortable, we can keep doing what we’ve been doing.” Heather squeezed his arms lightly and then released. She made to step back before anyone could catch them. These people were unobservant, but not that unobservant.

The arms around her waist didn’t let go, however. In fact, they tightened, pulling her closer still. A hand snaked up to support the back of her neck. She looked up to question Severus, but quietened at the intense look in his eyes.

“I’m sick of hiding.”

And with those words, he slowly lowered his head and took her lips in a slow kiss.

The people and noise faded away as she focussed all her attention on the coaxing mouth on hers. For what felt like hours, she moved her lips in tandem with his, relishing in the intimacy after their long argument. She had missed this. So much.

When they finally stopped for breath, Severus’ lips moved to rest on her cheek, as if unwilling to part for any period of time.

She didn’t notice if the mistletoe spell had broken. Didn’t look to check for furtive glances. Just stood there in Severus’ arms.

Right where she belonged.

#WHfP #prompt ficlets

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Author: Believe-in-Teyla

Attraction (3KB - Drabble - G) As he watched her from across the Great Hall he could not deny that he was attracted to her.

Beaten (3KB - Drabble - PG) His father didn’t do it often. He always left it for when he believed a more violent punishment was in order.

Bewitched (8KB - 4 Chapters - PG-13) Malfoys do not fantasize about mudbloods while pleasuring themselves.

Blind (34KB - Incomplete - PG) It had started by mistake. He had blindly grabbed her and pulled her into his pitch black sanctuary, at first not realising that she wasn’t the one he had intended to grab at all.

Communication (4KB - Drabble - PG) “Speechless, Granger?” he smirked as her eyes came to land on his masculinity.

Darkness (6KB - 4 Chapters - PG-13) She watched as darkness filled the room.

Disillusionment (4KB - Drabble - G) Over his shoulder he risked another comment. “Perhaps if I come back naked you’ll reconsider?”

Evil (4KB - Drabble - PG) He doubted she was even aware that she was doing it.

Foolish Games are No Savior (35KB - 4 Chapters - R) Set during HBP. Hermione is hurting & seeking revenge; Draco is frustrated and seeking some relief. In a world where Hermione & Draco delve into misery they end up finding some solace in each other.

Fury (3KB - Drabble - PG) Despite the fact he may lose his life at any moment, he was quite enjoying her fury.

Glimpse (4KB - Drabble - PG-13) “I’m sorry,” she murmured hurriedly. “I swear I only caught a glimpse –” Dramione

Granger Included (3KB - Drabble - G) “By the end of the year I am going to be the most sought-after wizard in this school,” he smirked to Blaise who sat beside him.

Heaven (3KB - Drabble - PG-13) In this moment she could only pray that such heaven wouldn’t remain as only a dream.

Her Seven Virtues (30KB - One Shot - PG) What could possibly make Hermione Granger realise that Draco Malfoy's opinion of her isn't quite how she thinks? Sequal to "His Seven Sins"

His Seven Sins (33KB - One Shot - PG-13) What could possibly make Draco Malfoy realise that Hermione Granger has more effect on him than he thinks? Comes before "Her Seven Virtues" and "Their Seven Stages".

In One Word, Then in Three (197KB - 21 Chapters - PG-13) Post DH/sans epilogue. Imagine a world where the gang do their 7th year post-war during which Hermione goes crazy, Ron makes several mistakes and Draco changes a lot . String in Salazar Slytherin's past & you've got some Dramione goodness!

Intentions (2KB - Drabble - G) She knew nothing of his intentions.

Jealousy (4KB - Drabble - G) He had no reason to be jealous. It wasn’t like he wanted the Weasel or anything, after all.

Killer Robot (4KB - Drabble - G) “Ahh!” he yelled suddenly, jumping to his feet on the couch, staring down at the creature with wide eyes. “What is that thing!”

Kissing (KB - Drabble - G) There in the centre of the Seventh Year Potions class, Draco Malfoy had been overwhelmed with a desperate need to kiss Hermione Granger.

Lies (3KB - Drabble - G) He was shaken with the idea that his entire life had been a lie.

Merciless (3KB - Drabble - G) She was merciless for not feeling anything at all.

Numb (4KB - Drabble - PG) Set in Deathly Hallows. He swallowed and gagged and prayed.

Overheard (4KB - Drabble - PG) He felt his throat clench up and he swallowed thickly. “Weasley’s getting some?”.

Pity (4KB - Drabble - G) Without a thought Hermione brought her hands to her lap and with a silent prayer she crossed her fingers for a boy she could no longer hate. Set in HBP.

Quarantine (3KB - Drabble - PG) “Damn it, Granger!” Draco growled in frustration as he fell onto his backside on the floor. “What did you do?”

Requisition (3KB - Drabble - G) “Stop reading for two seconds and do something to make Weasley cry.”

Stunning (3KB - Drabble - G) Set during the Yule Ball in GoF. Stunning she was but an enemy she'd always be.

Tears (3KB - Drabble - G) The tears were cruel, harsh and full of betrayal.

Their Seven Stages (24KB - One Shot - PG-13) What could possibly make them accept what they have come to understand? Conclusion to "His Seven Sins" and "Her Heavenly Virtues".

Veritaserum (5KB - Drabble - G) He had been feeling odd since Slughorn had instructed them to drink a goblet of the potion.

Watching (4KB - Drabble - G) She rarely took to watching the boys of Hogwarts.

When All Seems Dark (84KB - Incomplete - R) People had believed that the tragedy and destruction had ended. It was as Hermione Granger sat in a tiny prison cell that she considered just how wrong those people had been. And then Draco Malfoy turned up. Post DH/sans epilogue.

Within These Walls (5KB - Drabble - G) A tiny little fic told by the library's point of view as it curiously observes Draco and Hermione.

X Ray (3KB - Drabble - G) She could read him but it was not in the same way that she would read an open book.

Yours (3KB - Drabble - G) You hated her once and you regret it.

Zero Hour (3KB - Drabble - G) Just for this moment they did not have to hide.

#author: Believe-in-Teyla #published: 2008

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