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✺ (1/8) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: converse — 1,130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; going through harry’s baby things)
“Oh no.” There’s a dramatic level of pain in James’ voice —there has been all afternoon since they started this project— and Regulus sighs quietly, lips twitching at the corners. “Reg, look at these.”
Regulus finishes folding the quilt that Pandora made for Harry to leave the hospital in, sets it in its new box marked ‘keep,’ then turns to his husband.
This has been a common occurrence as they’ve undertaken this task; going through Harry’s baby things to see what they truly need to hold onto and what can be donated has been an emotional journey. Admittedly, Regulus is having a progressively difficult time keeping it together the more that they find, but he’s let James be the one to express the feelings they’re both experiencing. Loudly and repetitively.
Balanced on James’ wide palm is a pair of infant-sized Converse, so tiny it’s hard to believe they ever belonged to a person, much less that that person was the five year old that’s currently coloring at a folding table in the corner of their garage. The little shoes are red, matching a pair that James has kept consistently replaced and in his wardrobe for years.
“I can’t believe he was ever this small,” James muses, stroking one finger over the laces of one.
“I know,” Regulus sighs, bottom lip jutting out in a faint pout. Okay, it’s getting to him now. They’ve been at this for hours, they’re near done. He told himself he wasn’t going to get in his feelings about this, at least not until they’d finished, but… “I think I miss it.”
“Me too.” James reaches for his hand, tows him close to his side to curl his arm around him, both their gazes remaining fixed on the baby shoes. “Should we have another one?”
Regulus lets out a surprised sounding laugh, swinging a backhanded swat gently into James’ stomach. “We have Luna in the picture, too.”
“Also no longer a baby,” James points out. “We could definitely do it.”
“You’re forgetting an important detail.”
“What’s that?”
Regulus half-turns in the curl of James’ arm to look toward their son where Harry sits. A marker clutched just a smidge too tight in one hand, tongue poking out between his teeth in concentration. There’s smudges of different marker colors on his hands, a few pens uncapped and drying out scattered on the table top. Harry doesn’t look up until Regulus calls his name.
“Yes, papa?” He nudges his glasses up and blinks wide green eyes over at him, curious.
“How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?” Regulus asks.
Harry’s brow furrows deeply. “I already have a sister.”
Regulus gestures toward the little boy as if his point has just been made.
“Another one, then. Wouldn’t that be fun, mate?” James suggests.
Scrunching his face up further in thought, Harry tilts his head, taps the marker in his hand against his chin. Regulus huffs a quiet laugh when the pause extends for several seconds, serious thought clearly being given to this question. In the end, Harry shrugs his shoulders dramatically, keeping them held up toward his ears.
“Well, I don’t know,” He says. “Would I have to share my toys?”
“You already have to share your toys, because that’s the nice thing to do,” Regulus reminds him.
“But a baby can’t play with all of my toys. Because they’re a baby and I’m not a baby.”
“Solid logic on that, mate,” James chuckles. He moves to set the red Converse on the table between the keep and donate boxes, undecided on where they belong. “We’ll think about it, eh? Put a pin in it?”
Harry looks at them both for a long moment before nodding his head once, poking his open marker into the air like he’s physically putting a pin in the thought. Instead of returning to coloring, he drops the marker onto the table —Regulus makes a mental note to replace this pack again when it’s the fifth one left to dry out. Wiggling off his chair, Harry comes over to them, picking up the shoes James sat down.
“Were these mine?” He asks, giggling when he stuffs his fingers into one and wears it like an odd glove. “They’re so small.”
“Yeah, so were you,” Regulus hums.
“But I’m tall now. Taller than Luna and Draco, too.” Harry puts the other shoe on his opposite hand, smacking the small soles together in semblance of a clap.
“You used to match daddy when you wore those shoes as a baby, you know,” Regulus tells him, pointing at his hidden hands.
“Used to put you in them all the time when we’d go out together,” James adds, smiling fondly.
Harry looks down at the shoes, silly with his hands in them, then back up at the two of them with an unexpected frown. “How come we don’t anymore?”
Regulus turns his head, looking at James in playful accusation. “An excellent question.”
“Hey, now, don’t act like this is my fault. You were the one that encouraged him making all his own choices. He never picked the Converse himself,” James argues.
“Well, I could get some now, daddy,” Harry stresses like this is the most obvious answer. He holds up his hands, shoes on display. “‘Cause these ones are too small.”
“Should we save them for the baby, you think?” James asks him.
“So we can all match.” Harry nods at first but then cuts himself short, eyes landing on Regulus. “But papa doesn’t have any.”
“Red isn’t papa’s color,” Regulus says.
“Beg to differ.” James’ mumble earns him an elbow in the ribs, a laugh punching out of him. “We’ll get some for papa, too, just for fun.”
“And then these ones are for the baby,” Harry confirms, setting the Converse back on the table.
“Well. We’ve circled back to this very quickly,” Regulus comments, amused, shaking his head slowly.
James hums in acknowledgment, grinning triumphantly when Regulus looks at him. He leans in and leaves a kiss against his forehead, lips still pressed against the spot, breath breezing through black curls, when he tells Harry to drop the shoes into the keep box for them. Regulus watches him examine each box, fondness blooming warmth in his chest as Harry sounds out letters he recognizes to figure out which box is the right one.
They’ve all done such a good job with this perfect little boy of theirs, doing it all over again with a new baby might just make life impossibly more wonderful.
We’ll put a pin in it, Regulus thinks again.
He’ll have to wait and see when it’s truly circled back to in seriousness. He keeps it to himself that he wouldn’t mind if it was sooner rather than later.
#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#jegulus microfic#baby harry#except he’s a big ol five year old#i missed them#got jeggy dad feels today so here have this cute fun little time#gonna curl up into a ball over them actually i’m emo#i love them so much#kay’s writing#kay’s microfics#jeggy dads series
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Little Freddie going with Louis to 1dbandmate!y/n concert for her tour and having a sign for her then seeing her after the show when she comes of stage and gives her the biggest hug and she’s so happy to see him 🥹
umm...YES 🥹
When she first gets risen on stage with her four back up dancers, posed and looking as elegant as ever in her iconic pink, glittery outfit. She looks out to the sea of fans filling up the stadium with their excited screams and lights on their phones. A cocky smile sits comfortably on her face, her eyes bouncing all over the crowd until they land on a little blonde lad with Louis's face.
Sat on his father's shoulders, Freddie's little arms hold up a sign above his head that has Hi Auntie YN! messily written on it with different colored markers.
Her smug look instantly turns into a surprised, loving one. In the little designated spot for family and friends at the side of the pit, she's pleasantly surprised to see that alongside her usual ensemble of her husband and her manager, Louis and her godson are there as well.
Harry knows how much the Tomlinsons mean to YN; aside from her wonderful stepmum, they were the family she needed when she had none growing up. So why not have her childhood best friend and godson be flown out for a surprise visit?
As she struts alongside her dancers, she returns the excited wave his little hand gives before hitting her first dance move for her opening song, Woman.
Throughout the whole night, fans can't miss the way YN keeps glancing back to where Freddie dances, jumping up and down with his arms raised in the air to the music she plays. But the audience doesn't mind that her attention drifts elsewhere given the way she has the happiest look on her face when she goes to the edge of the stage close to where he's at, jumping along with him.
Later on in the show as YN situates herself to sit down in front of the pit, sitting prettily on her thigh and leaning on her hand, she points over to her godson with a bright smile, "This one is for you, little lad!"
She giggles when he sees his little fists shoot up in the air, his mouth forming an "O" as he hollers not only at the recognition and song dedication, but when the beginning beats of R.E.M. begin to play--his favorite song of hers.
But nothing can compare to when after the show is done and YN goes into her green room. She hears her name first, and then she's quickly squatting down to be engulfed in a bone crushing hug. Freddie digs his little face in the crook of her neck, his arms encircling her neck so tight that it's like if he would left go, she would disappear.
Off to the side, Louis and Harry look onto the encounter with fond smiles. Ever since Freddie was born, YN has been attached to his side anytime she could. It made things easier when Louis' baby momma made a somewhat friendship with the pop star after YN had extended a generous offer to provide anything the new mom might need, before and after the baby. Brianna saw how YN's love for the child was genuine, how much she cared for the tiny baby swaddled in her arms.
In turn, anyone can see the love and admiration Freddie has towards YN. When he was still a baby and cried every hour of the day, he would magically stop and coo once he was in her arms. He would smile a toothless smile at the sound of her soft singing and would almost immediately fall asleep afterwards.
She spoils the child to no end, anything he wants is his. Just last Christmas, she gifted him yet another electric guitar and he did a impromptu performance with it, strumming it messily to showcase what he's learned so far.
She plays toy cars with him, facetimes him whenever she can, and she's never missed one of his birthdays.
Freddie loves her with all of the love his little heart can muster and quite frankly, he thinks she's the coolest person on the planet.
Time spent with him has decreased significantly since she's been on tour for almost two years now. She's missed him dearly and it warms her heart that he's finally in her arms. Even with the distance, their bond is still as strong as ever.
"Freddie," She lets out a playful groan as she stands back up, cradling his kola grip on her. "Yeh gotta stop growing mate or else I won't be able to carry you anymore."
"I can't control it!" The little boy laughs.
"You have to," She playful argues. "Yeh have to stay my baby forever. And ever and ever and ever..." She trails into his cheek before she smothers his face in kisses, making him break out into boyish giggles.
It's not long before she throws a smile at her other surprise guest for the night, "Hi, Louis."
"Hiya, love." Louis greets, kissing YN's cheek and giving her a hug the best he can while his son still clings to her. "S'good to see you, babe. This little guy hasn't stopped talking about how excited he was to see you."
"Yeah?" YN pulls back to look at the little boy's face, a smile that's identical to his father's when he was younger. She almost cries right then and there when Freddie leans in to press a gentle kiss to the center of her cheek. "I can say the same if I knew you lads were coming."
"It was Harry's idea to surprise you." Louis claps a hand over his old band mate's shoulder.
No words need to leave her lips because the look she gives to her husband is enough to express her gratitude. Harry gives her a quick peck on the lips, praising her on her performance for tonight.
"Don't think I'ma ever gonna to get used to that." Louis sighs, making the couple chuckle. It's only as if were yesterday that they were all touring together, Louis off on the sidelines as he watched these two secretly pine over the other during their time in the band. It's still crazy to see that now his old band mates who were forced to be apart now married and happier than ever.
"Did yeh want to show yeh aunt the sign you made her?" Louis ask rubbing his son's back.
"Oh yeah! Uncle Harry." Freddie wiggles out of YN's arms and goes over to his godfather who holds his sign.
YN gasps when the sign is presented to her. From her spot on the stage, she could only make out the big lettering, but now up close, she can see the little stickers, doodles of microphones and guitars, and other little writings he added: You're the best! You rock! I <3 YOU!
"Did you make this all by yehself?" She gasps. Freddie nods excitingly and she listens intently to all of his explanations for each doodle and sticker. After a while, YN explains how she's off to take a quick shower, get out of her performance outfit and into some more comfortable clothing with a promise of everyone going out for ice cream afterwards.
Now dressed in shorts and a hoodie, YN holds Freddie's hand while her other holds her gifted sign. They talk amongst themselves as the two men trail behind--their security surrounding them as they escort the group down the huge parking structure and towards a black Range Rover.
"She's going to great mum someday, huh?" Louis nods over to YN, who's now skipping along with his giggling son.
"I don't doubt it for a second." Harry agrees with so much love in his eyes. Louis sees it and a smirk tugs at his lips.
"Could that 'someday' be any time soon?"
The topic of having kids has only come up once or twice between the couple. Subconsciously, they both knew that they haven't been in a place to have a baby given that they've been on tour for a little over two years now; tour has been their baby.
But that doesn't mean the thought hasn't crossed their minds for the future.
It's not like Harry hasn't thought about a little him running around their living room. The boy's dimples digging into his cheeks like his father's as he laughs after YN finally catches him and smothers his face in kisses. Or for YN, the image of Harry holding his baby girl to his bare chest, rocking softly in a chair to get her to go to sleep. His hand coming up to brush away the curls on top of her head that she inherited from both of her parents.
The thought of starting a family excites Harry. He might not know it in this moment, but it does for YN, too. To have a family of her own, to provide the love and care to a child that she never received from either of her biological parents, is something she eternally hoped for since she was still living in her run-down home in Doncaster. And she knows with all of her heart, that Harry will make the best dad in the world.
Their kids will not go a day without being told and shown that they are loved.
Now with their world tours coming to an end, who knows what their future holds?
"Who knows." Harry chuckles, deciding that to be his answer for the time being.
But he does know one thing for sure: YN will make a great mum to his children someday.
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the percabeth kiss, annabeth’s pov
a/n: i started this a while ago, so the beginning may not be the best. also it will switch from using capital letters to all lowercase (idk if that bothers anyone, just putting it out there). also this was not proofread!!
Annabeth’s POV:
“Hey” I said, sitting next to Percy on the bench in the dining pavilion. “Happy Birthday” I held out a cupcake with blue icing, and it looked very messy. Percy stared at me with confusion “What?” He said. “It’s august 18th, your birthday, right?” He looked surprised that I remembered, but then his shock turned to happiness as he smiled at me. “Make a wish” I told him. Instead, he asked “did you bake this yourself?” I smiled. “Tyson helped” I replied. “Oh that explains why it looks like a chocolate brick, with extra blue cement.” He said, laughing and smiling. I joined him, and this was the happiest we’ve been in a while, with the war and all that. He eventually stopped and blew out the candle on top of the “brick”. We split it and half and ate it. “You saved the world” I said. “We saved the world” he said, and I looked over at him, seeing the blue frosting on his face and the small smile he made after the last thing he said. “And Rachel is the oracle” I started “which means she won’t be dating anybody.” I smiled to myself, thinking maybe Percy would finally take his attention away from Rachel. “You don’t sound disappointed.” He said chuckling and grinning. I shrugged it off and said “oh, I don’t care.” “Uh-huh” was the next remark out of his mouth. “You got something to say to me, seaweed brain?” I laughed, raising my eyebrow. He did that cute thing where he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d probably kick my butt” he said, nervously showing that lopsided grin that I loved so much. “You know I’d kick your butt!” I said giggling (which was very unlike me) and punched his arm playfully. He licked the frosting off his lips and brushed the cake off of his hands. “When I was in the river styx, turning invulnerable,” he paused for a second looking at me “Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.” He stopped again, this time taking a longer pause. “Yeah?” I said, fighting the urge to look at him because I knew if I did, I would do something impulsive. “Then up on Olympus,” he continued “when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-” I smirked and said “Oh you so wanted to!” “Well maybe a little,” a small blush started to creep across his cheeks “but I didn’t, because I thought I didn’t want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking…” he stopped, looking nervous. I turned fully and made eye contact with him “anyone in particular?” I asked, my voice soft as I was trying not to laugh. “You’re laughing at me!” He complained “I am not!” I said smiling. “You are so not making this easy!” Then I laughed softly, and looked him dead in the eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you Seaweed Brain, get used to it.” Then, feeling it was the right time, I leaned forward and kissed him. Not hard, but softly and gently. He didn’t do anything for a second or two, and I started to think I had made the wrong choice. Then, he started to kiss me back, slowly, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. It was the perfect moment and I wished it could last forever. But of course, as demigods, we never really get any peace. “Finally!” I heard someone yell, as Clarisse came into view, along with some other campers. “These love birds need to cool off!” Both me and Percy’s faces turned red, realising that all of them had just seen us kiss. “The canoe lake!” Connor Stoll yelled. Then, all the campers that were watching came out and picked us up and carried us down the hill. Thank the gods, they kept us close enough to hold hands. Percy and I started laughing, still bright red, as we were carried down the hill. We held hands until they threw us in the water. Then, Percy, being the son of Poseidon, made an air bubble for us at the bottom of the lake, which dried us off completely. he swam towards me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist as i put my hands on his chest.
(i’m working on a part 2!)
#percabeth#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson smut#percy jackson fanfiction#perseus jackson#annabeth chase#percy and annabeth#percy series#percy pjo#percy x annabeth#annabeth#the titans curse#annabeth pjo#annabeth percy jackson#pjo#cute#percy jackson fluff#harry potter fanfiction#fluff#oneshot#story#pov#first person pov
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Harry Kim saying Naomi is lucky to be born on Voyager and that he would have given "anything" to have her life when he was a kid...
#He sees NO downsides????#Also I love how Neelix was yelling and panicked and Harry was like 'haha ok buddy. Hey this little guy is ugly huh~? See ya later!'#absolutely unbothered and not the least bit curious - love him <3#saw someone post about how they don't like 'once upon a time' bc Neelix doesn't tell Naomi right away about her mother .... bro.#c'mon. Anyway I love Neelix and him trying so hard to shield Naomi from bad things / upset bc he KNOWS how fucking painful#it is to lose a family DID make me tear up.#Also Naomi in that burned-down forest (symbolic of innocence?) was a kickass visual. Neelix telling her about his family and Naomi trying#to comfort HIM??? SHE'S SUCH A GOOD KID MAN....Neelix making her a flotter doll was also v cute#OH AND Naomi going 'I Am Borg...' and Neelix going '~??? No you're not~!!!' and Naomi giggling...added NOTHING to the#episode - as it should be!! Sometimes you've just gotta have a really cute silly moment <3#Tuvok: [says something] / Tom: Nice bedside manner Tuvok =_=#Tuvok: [about to say the most beautiful comforting words you've ever heard one parent say to another] And I took that personally.#Love how Naomi is scared of Seven at first...girl that's your roommate.#HEHEH she starts off the series scared of her but by the end she's her little buddy and also her intern#but yeah never forget that Harry Kim can and will say the most unhinged things but so casually that no one will really clock it#NEVER forget that he says he remembers.....either being an infant or his own birth - both WILD to me#Harry Kim lowkey loves destiny and being special and the idea of 'chosen ones' and the narrative even though he will fight it all if it#harms the ones he loves#Harry: (guy from an alternate timeline who replaced the dead Naomi with the alive one from his own) That kid's living the dream <3
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Every time Draco called Hermione "Mudblood" when speaking to her
So I wanted to compile here all the times Draco calls Hermione a "mudblood" as a follow-up to this post.
Not referring to her in third person as one but actually using it while speaking to her individually. And how Hermione responded. This is mainly for my own fun.
I did this examination by searching for "mudblood" in all the pdf files of the books.
Philospher's/Sorcerer's Stone
Chamber of Secrets
Chapter 7 - MUDBLOODS AND MURMURS
“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in,” said Hermione sharply. “They got in on pure talent.”
The smug look on Malfoy’s face flickered.
“No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” he spat.
Note: He only acknowledged Hermione's presence on the field when she insulted him.
“He did,” she said. “But I don’t know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course —”
Note: It's weird how no focus is put on Hermione during this debacle. All of the focus is on Ron's rage. Even after Hermione learns what the slur means, there is no description of a reaction even several paragraphs later. This is the most I see of a reaction which is kind of nice but disappointing at the same time if JKR truly wants me to feel the plight of mugglebornes in her story.
Prisoner of Azkaban
Goblet of Fire
Chapter 18 - THE WEIGHING OF THE WANDS
“Want one, Granger?” said Malfoy, holding out a badge to Hermione. “I’ve got loads. But don’t touch my hand, now. I’ve just washed it, you see; don’t want a Mudblood sliming it up.”
Note: Draco was harassing Harry. Hermione entered the exchange by snarking at Pansy and her female gang. Then, in a continuation of humiliating Harry, Draco engages her.
“Harry!” Hermione said warningly.
Note: Once again, no reaction from Hermione. Here, she tries to prevent Harry from escalating by attacking Draco. And once again the reactive party is someone else - this time Harry, a guy. Yay, feminism!
Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 28 - SNAPE’S WORST MEMORY
“The Inquisitorial Squad, Granger,” said Malfoy, pointing toward a tiny silver I upon his robes just beneath his prefect’s badge. “A select group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, handpicked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members of the Inquisitorial Squad do have the power to dock points. . . . So, Granger, I’ll have five from you for being rude about our new headmistress. . . . Macmillan, five for contradicting me. . . . Five because I don’t like you, Potter . . . Weasley, your shirt’s untucked, so I’ll have another five for that. . . . Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that. . . .”
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, “Don’t!”
Note: Same note as above. But this time it's Ron instead of Harry.
Fun fact: Most of the mudblood usage comes from Kreacher in this book.
Half-Blood Prince
Deathly Hallows
Final Count! In direct conversation with Hermione, Draco called her a mudblood...3 times...over 7 years? Is that it?? Gasp! I thought Draco was such a big bad meanie to poor defenceless queen Hermione 😭. She's oh so hurt and traumatized!
All jokes aside, I do admire Hermione's almost utter lack of regard for Draco's taunts. She does not walk around acting like a victim so her fans need to do the same. And as for the Draco antis, there's no need to overblow Draco's bullying to make your point. When you look at it, Draco was not that great of a bully. He's honestly mostly bark and his bite always seems to backfire on him in the end instead of his intended victims.
#hermione granger#draco malfoy#lol#mudblood count#draco and hermione hardly interact yet somehow draco is her abuser#get real#harry potter series#chamber of secrets#goblet of fire#order of the phoenix#once again proof that dramione has next to nothing from canon#i admit that emma and tom look cute together though#ron weasley#harry potter#pro draco malfoy#harry potter books#draco's actions towards hermione are way overblown
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@littlebugsboy's hpma oc Oliver Smith is a very silly guy and i like his design very much
#hes doing a q&a series right now that is extremely cute#you should go check it out#littlebugsboy's artstyle is v fun#highly recommend#harry potter magic awakened#hpma oc#hpma mc#littlebugsboy#myart
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crying at how colin is looking at michael in these scenes and how he’s sort of leaning into him 🥹 please protect them at all costs idc
#ted lasso#lgbtq#cannon gay character#colin hughes#colin is gay#michael#they’re so cute#protect them#billy harris#tv series#ted lasso spoilers
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Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover picture you say? No problemo 😂😂
#humor#funny#i'm dead lol#it do be like that#its giving dead#cute#meme#writers on tumblr#feistyfox47#tumblr milestone#pjo#pjo fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#annabeth chase#pjo books#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#pjo movies#pjo series#pjo adaptation#rick riordan#percabeth#percabetn#draco malfoy#pansy parkinson#hermione granger#harry potter#harry james potter#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanart
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A Walk in the Dark
Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader
Plot:
After an awkward incident involving your one and only crush George Weasley, he tries to sort the uncomfortable situation out. But will it lead to some revelations or...just a heartache?
Previous chapter: Everything is Fair in Love and War
Warnings: Teenage, high school fluff.
Read time: ~10 mins
Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!
Next story in the sequence coming up!!
The morning was eventful, with Fred, Ron, Ginny and Molly of all people, assuming that George and (Y/N) had shared their first kiss in the redhead’s room while the rest were downstairs. Yes, pretty much embarrassing, given the fact that the visitor was buried deep in her humongous crush on her said best friend. And disappointing, too, given that George was furious at them, which subsequently made her conclude that he was repelled at the thought of any kind of romance with his best friend.
The rest of the day was awkward. (Y/N)’s heart was wearing a frown but she had to keep her bubbly personality up to show everyone that she didn't give a damn about who thought what about George and her. She did, to be honest, give a damn...or two...quite a lot, actually. George had calmed down but she found him being slightly uncomfortable around her. She attributed it to her own dejected mind, and called it a figment of her imagination.
After dinner that night, when they were all seated in the living room, George slipped in to sit beside his bestie for a brief moment.
"Wait until everyone's gone", he breathed into her ear. His warmth, once again, aroused those tickles in her stomach which had taken the poor girl almost all day to quieten.
For the rest of the night, she couldn't focus on the conversation anymore as her head was muddled with questions as to why he might have asked her to stay back.
Why?
"You okay, (Y/N)?" She almost jumped out of her seat when Ginny called her.
"What? Yeah. Yes. I'm okay. Just...just thinking that I haven't called my parents for two days now. I should call them tomorrow. Can you please remind me?"
"Yup. Okay!" She smiled reassuringly.
"Great! So we're all going out tomorrow evening", Ron's face brightened up.
As the night grew older, the group of friends became more and more tired, and most of them eventually retired to bed. Had (Y/N) not been on the verge of imploding, she would have probably fallen asleep on the couch.
The twins and (Y/N) were usually the last to go to bed. So, there they were, seated on the floor near the couch. Fred was just about to jump to another topic when George stopped him.
"Fred, you go, I'll be coming in a while", he said.
Fred stared at his twin as if the latter had grown another head.
"After what you did this morning, I don't owe you an explanation. I owe you a prank. Pulled on you", George clarified before Fred could ask anything.
This made her giggle.
"Fine, I'm going but..." Fred tried to feign a tragic face.
"That's okay, brother, I won't make out with her", the younger twin put an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder.
"Hey!" Thoroughly embarrassed, she tried to give him an offended look.
"What? You want me to make out with you?"
She just prayed that neither of them would see the heat creeping up her ears.
"Shut up, George. It's not funny."
Fred sat there staring at the duo with furrowed brows while George and (Y/N) chuckled nervously.
"Alright, then", Fred finally spoke up, "I'll leave. (Y/N), I hope that you won't break my heart." Very theatrically, the older twin put a hand over his chest.
"I'll remember, drama queen!"
With a quick hug, Fred left her with his brother but not before glancing at them over his shoulder with a wicked smile plastered on his face. And once again, George and (Y/N) descended into that uncomfortable silence.
"So?" She broke the silence.
"So..."
George pondered for a while.
"Care for a walk?" He finally said.
"Now? This late?"
"Don't worry, I won't bite", he winked, and she melted into a puddle beside him. It was a relief that he didn't notice.
Probably. Hopefully.
"It's not your bite that I fear, mister. It's the...dogs...and other..things", She said quietly.
"You mean, ghosts?"
"Shh!"
George laughed. "You forget that you're living with a ghoul here!"
(Y/N) shuddered at the mere thought of it. She had never seen it although the sounds and the stories were enough to scare the shit out of her.
"Really?" George was still laughing, "after all these years of living with ghosts at the school, you're still scared?"
"They are ghosts of Hogwarts! They are a part of the school. Okay, I'll go. Let's drop this topic. Right. Now."
"Alright! But I can't guarantee anything."
"Guarantee what?"
"Well...y'know...about what we might meet on the way."
"Shut up! I'm not scared! I'll have you by my side!" She wrapped an arm around his.
"Aha? What if I am not me...?"
"Shove off!" She pushed him away. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"
George was laughing. "Okay! Okay! Come."
He pulled her up and gently pushed her towards the door.
It was refreshing outside. The moon was a thin curve against the clear starlit sky. The cool breeze and the quietude soon made (Y/N) forget the events of the day and the turmoil in her mind calmed down a bit. But as soon as George stepped beside her, her “stupid” mind - as she called it - transformed the entire scenario into a romantic one.
Ugh!
"It was getting stuffy inside", George smiled.
"Yes, it was...kind of. … Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Why you brought me here, of course."
"Why? Can't a guy ask his best friend out on a walk?" He feigned hurt.
She rolled my eyes, "Of course, he can. But you forget that I know you only too well to know when you simply need a walk and when you're bursting to say something."
He smiled sheepishly, "Caught me, huh?"
"As always!"
"Okay", he inhaled deeply, and the butterflies in her stomach started fluttering violently in anticipation.
"This might sound odd. No, it's definitely going to sound odd", he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
Oh, those usual signs of nervousness! But why is he nervous?
Inside her head, a voice was screaming in anticipation, "Oh! C'mon, just say it Georgie!!"
"Okay, look. What happened in the morning...y'know with my family saying those weird things and all...well, you're not mad, are you?"
"What? No! Not at all!" She tried to sound absolutely casual. "Why?"
"No, it's just...it was awkward, and..."
"And?"
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, "I noticed that you were a bit off after that. So..."
"Oh!" She had to come up with a lie, and quickly. "I was just thinking that...umm... it's so much fun at your house, and I'll have to leave in 5 days. Yeah. That was what made me sad." She gave him her widest smile.
He smiled back, clearly not convinced at the flimsy explanation, "You sure?"
"Yes. Of course." She noticed him looking suspiciously at her, and so she looked away.
"You looked somewhat uncomfortable yourself. All okay?" She smartly diverted the questions towards him.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine”, he replied nervously.
"You sure?" She tried to mimic him.
George laughed, "Yes. It's just that", he stopped walking, "I was worried about what you might be thinking. You looked slightly upset."
He was looking at anywhere but her, and shifting his weight on his feet. "I don't want to lose my best friend, y'know", he finally looked at her after a pause.
"Best friend", She thought. "I wish I were a little more than that to you, Georgie."
"You won't", She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Never." She held out her pinkie towards him.
"Pinkie promise?" He laughed. "Really?"
"Umm, yeah! Let's say this is our version of the unbreakable vow."
"Okay", he locked his pinkie with hers, "done!"
"Done!"
They both laughed. And then somewhere in that happy moment the laughter faded away and was replaced by silence. A comfortable silence where only their eyes and smiles spoke. For a moment (Y/N) thought that she saw the same love in his eyes as she held for him.
But no. That’s impossible. He has just confirmed it himself. I’m his best friend. Only his best friend.
She decided to act before her emotions got the better of her.
"Let's go", She tugged lightly on his little finger which was still locked with hers.
"Oh!" His smile dropped, "You're sleepy?"
"No. I just...I don't know. You want to stay here longer? I don't mind. It's pretty nice out here anyway"
"No, it's okay, we can go. No problem. Besides, who knows what might be lurking in the shadows." He looked around with a frown but his eyes shouted "mischief".
"Ha ha! You can't scare me, Weasley. Besides, I have my best friend with me. He'll protect me", She smiled at him.
"Yeah, you can count on that", he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
I wish you knew what you're doing to me, Georgie!
"So", he spoke in that peculiar tone which was always followed by a mischief, "I remember you saying that you are not afraid of...my bite!"
For the God-knows-how-many-times that day her ears heated up again.
"Where are you headed exactly?" She asked him with furrowed brows.
"Just saying", he shrugged, "what if I'm a vampire in disguise? See, I have brought you this far from home, on a dark night, in the wee hours. And I'm so attractive that you couldn't say no to me. Now", he leaned closer, "what if I grow fangs and-"
She punched his chin.
"Ow! You little villain, you!"
"Oh! Did the little, weak human hurt the mighty vampire?"
He groaned.
"Now stop that acting, and let's go home before they start thinking that we have gone off snogging again."
At this, George straightened up and forgot all about his drama. (Y/N) raised a brow at him. Smiling sheepishly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder once again, and they started off towards the Burrow.
"You know, George, if you try to scare me once again, I'll bite you."
George chuckled, "I wish!"
"What?" She froze.
"What?" His eyes were as big as saucers.
(Y/N) stared at him. "What did you just say?"
"What did I just say?" He gulped nervously. "I said 'you wish!'. Yes, I said 'Hah! You wish!'"
"Noooo..." She was sure she heard something else.
"Oh! (Y/N), you're hearing things. What else would I say? Come now, let's get inside before you start seeing things."
He pulled her towards his home which was now only a few more steps away. His words were still ringing in her ears. She looked up at him. Even in the dark, she could make out the tint of pink on his cheeks.
What the hell is going on?
They stepped inside, and George carefully locked the door.
"Care for some snacks?" He asked a bit nervously.
"Nope. I'll just get some sleep."
"Yeah. Me too."
He walked her till Ginny's door.
"Alright, good night, mate", he held out his fist.
"Good night", she punched it lightly.
Instead of heading upstairs to his room, George still stood there as if debating with his thoughts. Both the twins and (Y/N) usually hugged before going to bed but given the incidents of the day, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were having second thoughts.
After watching George's unrest state for a few seconds, she decided to drop her guard and take action.
"Hey", she touched his arm, "come here."
She wrapped her arms around his waist. It seemed to work instantly because she felt him relax. The next second, his long arms had her enveloped in a bear hug, swaying her lightly.
"Thanks", he smiled when they pulled apart.
"Idiot!"
"What? Why?"
"Nothing. Now go. It's pretty late."
He stood there, waiting for an explanation.
"Goooo!" She turned him around and pushed him.
He laughed, "Okay, as you say. Good night!"
"Good night", she smiled.
That night, (Y/N) went to bed with a heavy heart, knowing that the boy on whom she had been crushing for so many months now, sees her only as his best friend.
That night, George went to bed wondering if he had let go of the only chance of conveying his feelings to the girl who he had been in love with for over a year now.
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Nature Or Nurture? Pt.1
Tw: Discussion of Dead Relatives. A *almost* smut scene.
Out of my way." you said as you brushed past a Gryfindor couple. They made offended noises as you kept walking.
"Oi mate, no need to be rude." one of them called. You rolled your eyes.
You were feared to say the least, amongst other houses and slightly within your own. 'Don't get in his way.' 'He is crazy' and other flattering things were constantly said about you.
You were the "Ideal Slytherin" the type that fulfilled the stereotype and retained said stereotype. Cold-Hearted. You didn't care about anyone and no one was worth your time but that didn't stop several people from being drawn in by you, you were strong and they wanted to stand next to you, not in front of you.
A natural-born leader. You were fine with it of course until they disturbed you. Like that annoying Malfoy boy did with his annoying 'Potter' this and 'Potter' that.
A loud smack caught your attention and made you wince in pain at whatever hit your face. You scowled.
"What's your damn problem?" you snapped. You opened your eyes to see a frantic but familiar Hufflepuff.
"I am so so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You scoffed.
"Obviously." you said, looking at the boy who was now picking up his books. You put your shoe on one of his papers.
"Excuse me, can you hand me that?" he asked. You reached down and picked it up.
"Cedric Diggory?" you read, he looked up with an open hand, waiting for you to hand him the paper. You merely looked him up and down before walking off with the paper.
"Hey! that's my report."
You grinned, "Alatre Ascendare!" you shouted back at the boy, wand in hand. It made all his papers spray out of his books and into the air.
With that, he'd become... intrigued by you.
Several other people came up to him, picking up papers.
"Who's he?" He asked one of the Ravenclaw girls.
"Everyone calls him by his last name. Professor McGonagall forgot to call his first name when he was sorted"
"What is his last name?" Cedric asked, standing up.
"Shouldn't you know? He's in your year."
Cedric was slightly embarrassed. He always tried to know everyone in his year, even if it was only their house and name.
"Sorry, I've forgotten it," he said laughing slightly.
"He's Booker." The girl said walking away from him.
He smiled while scooping up the rest of his papers and began walking in the direction he thought he saw you going. He was looking for you when he was caught off guard by movement in the window sill high above the ground. He looked up and he saw you, simply reading a book like it was the most casual place to read the latest paper.
"Hey!" he called, catching your attention.
You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, "Hello Cedi-Didi." Cedric cringed at the nickname.
"How did you get up there?" he asked.
You grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know, Huff Puff?"
He was getting fed up a lil bit at your childish way of teasing him. "I want to talk to you, can you come down?"
You rolled your eyes, "Incarcerous." you said with a flip of your wand, making a long rope come out the end. "Are you climbing up?" you asked.
He got to the top and sat beside you, letting his legs dangle off the ledge. "So.. You're a fifth year? How come I didn't know your name?"
You glared at him, "That's the big question you had to hunt me down and ask me?"
Cedric had no idea why you were so pissed, "Are you this mad all the time?"
"Only when someone disturbs my read and also the remaining three hundred and sixty-five days. Twenty-four seven. " You said with a mean grin.
"Why though, isn't it much easier to be happy?" he asked. Fair question.
"Oh I am exceptionally happy"
You were just rude.
He smiled though, " I think you and I are going to be really good friends."
He never left you alone. Every time you were heading to class it was "Hey, can we eat together outside today?" or "Let's play some Wizard's chess." or "Can we study together.”
Your housemates had begun to pick on you, not to your face though. They called him your lost and sometimes kicked puppy, probably from how sad he looked when you turned him down.
They started to ask you why you didn't like him at all and you had a simple response; He is trying too hard. You were growing used to it but it was very annoying on your off days. Today was an off day.
"Hey! I was wonde-"
You stopped and turned around to look him in the eyes. He felt a chill. They were colder than the dead of winter. He just closed his mouth and sighed. Your heart felt a twang of guilt. What an off day.
"What were you wondering, Cedric?" you asked, trying to sound soft. He turned and looked at you with a smile.
"I was wondering if you'd want to sit on the window sill together again?"
You shook your head yes. He grabbed your sleeve and dragged you to the window sill. You looked up to it.
"So do you do the rope spell to get up?" he asked. You laughed at him.
"No, I took a few classes with Professor McGonagall. Watch this," you said.
You took a deep breath in and Cedric stared as you changed into a bird. You had taken her Animagus class! You had gotten onto the window sill. It took you a little longer to change back into yourself, a few feathers sticking to the side of your face and refusing to go back in properly. You brushed your hair of them and looked down at him.
"Impressed?" you asked.
"Holy- Dude, you just turned into a bird and just flew on your merry way? How long did it take you to do that?" he said.
"I started in her class when I was fourteen and I've practiced every day at this window sill. And it's not any bird, it's a Merlin," you said, letting down the rope and pulling him up this time. He sat facing you this time. It was just before dinner and the sun had started to dip under the mountains. He looked out the window.
"You picked a great place for your hangout."
"Thanks."
He looked at you and how the golden light shone on your features. You looked at him and thought the same but you looked down.
No. Not again. Not your heart getting ahead of you.
You were walking into the great hall for the Opening and Sorting Ceremony. You were excited to see who would join your house and finally eat the delicious food. You sat there welcoming new Slytherins and even clapping for the house of your best friend when they received a new member, which got you a few weird looks from your housemates but they knew not to mess with you and even then most of them knew about your friendship with Cedric.
After the Sorting, you wanted to eat but no food appeared because of the announcement Dumbledore was going to make. You stared down but your attention was brought back when a kid tapped you on the shoulder ad pointed at something you only heard stories about: The Goblet of Fire. The Goblet meant one thing was going to happen, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. You looked at Cedric to joke about it but you noticed a flame-like the one burning from the Goblet in his eyes.
"Oh god.. No." you barely whispered. Cedric was just old enough, seventeen, to compete and you knew he would.
You just knew. You knew what you had to do. Put your name in and pray it was you, not him. He looked at you and saw your expression and gave you a reassuring smile.
After the entire Feast and Ceremonies, you tracked him down and asked to talk.
"Hey! How was your summer?"
"Great, went camping. Do not put your name in that goblet."
"Woah, topic changed rather quickly, didn't it?" He said, pearly whites lashing with a slight laugh.
You sighed, "Do not put your name in the goblet."
Cedric noticed your genuine concern about him and he softened his charismatic eye-blinding smile into a comforting smirk, "I will be alright. I am strong." he said.
You just shook your head, "If you put your name in, I will put mine in too."
His mood changed, "You shouldn't."
"Why? Think I can't do it?"
"No! No I don't!" he snapped. You were shocked and you felt like someone had slapped you even though his hands were still in his pockets. You felt tears prick at your eyes and thus you turned and walked away, leaving the Hufflepuff regretting his words.
You didn't know what was wrong with you, you don't cry over stuff like this but he just didn't understand.
You were unpacking your stuff and everyone in the commons could feel the tense aura radiating off you with the energy of ten suns. You slammed your sock drawer shut and yelled.
"Bloody Hell! I can do what I want He can just- Ugh!" You slumped down beside your bed. Your friend, Daniel, raised from his bed and shook his head at you.
"Sad, innit? Simple, to fix it. Become his dream guy."
You flung your head up at him, "I do not like Cedric Diggory like that."
Your other friend, Rich, who was reading a comic book, spoke up "No, you don't at all. Except for the fact for most of last year and even over the summer you were like all 'Will Cedric like this?' 'Do you think Cedric is busy? Is that why he didn't write back?' and my personal favorite, 'I should write to Cedric but he hasn't answered my last letter, should I?' like no, you don't have the hugest crush. Totally not."
You threw a pillow at him, "Watch your mouth." You thought for a minute though. They did have a point.
You felt your face turn red and you heard Daniel chuckle at your reaction. "You like him."
"Yes," you started, "What is his dream guy anyway? What if he isn't even... "
"He literally wears rainbow socks." Rich, who recovered from the pillow said, going back to his reading.
"Maybe he just likes colors," you said. "I like colors."
"We are not going to go over all the less than hetero tendencies he has."
They did have a point; He was either too comfortable, to the point it was almost disturbing, with himself or a little fruity.
"So what is his dream... Lover?" you decided to word it.
Rich and Daniel looked at each other and got up. They walked to you and grabbed you by either arm.
"We got a lot of work to do."
"Wha?-Wait- Whoa! What do you mean?"
"Cut your hair, fix your dark circles and make it look like you've seen the outside world at least once. Seriously, dude, you look like you live by a lamp. NAd we got to teach you how to tie a tie properly." Rich rattled off. This... This was going to be either a disaster or the best thing you ever did in your life.
"Why so blue, mate?" Cedric's friend, Melissa asked. He was moping by the common room bookshelf and overall looking like someone popped his balloon and drank all the milk for his cereal.
"Oh.. Sorry. I just... I feel bad.”
"About what?" she asked, flipping through a witch fashion magazine.
"Well... I yelled at my crus- my friend." he corrected himself. Melissa looked up from her magazine and nudged the guy sitting beside her who was making his teacup float, Carter.
"Crush?" he asked, teacup slightly spinning.
Cedric knew he was busted. "Well... Yes. I... I have a crush on someone."
"And you yelled at them?"
"On accident. I didn't mean to raise my voice at him."
"Who is it?"
Cedric caved and told them the whole story.
"How are you not dead? If that'd been anybody else, they'll have to be hauled to the infirmary." Melissa said.
"He actually is really nice. He really likes birds. He feeds them every morning." Cedric said, smiling at the thought of you and him feeding the birds. He got to hold one as it ate some of the seeds you offered the birds. Little swallows and a few sparrows.
"Yeah, but he once punched a guy in the face and broke his nose so bad the bloke had to have surgery."
Cedric rolled his eyes, "Moving on. How do I make it up and well, tell him?"
"First off," Melissa stated, "We need to fix all that." she said.
"You literally gestured to all of me." Cedric said, frowning.
"Yeah... We got some work. Ok, what is his type?"
"I don't know."
"Useless Cedric, completely useless." Melissa said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him till he laughed at her silly way o letting him know he is no help.
"Well, obviously, he is a Slytherin so he likes dark, brooding, and... I don't know, snake-y?"
Melissa groaned at this, "That is so biased it is causing my physical pain."
Cedric just shook his head at his friend's antics and looked out the window to see the stars. He thought about you.
He felt so sure about everything in his life but you came and now, he wasn't sure if you loved him, hated him, or were indifferent. A wild card in his moderately even and sorted deck.
"Cedric, you really like him, don't you?" Carter asked.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
That was a fair but deep question, "He listens to me. All of me. The part of me that are not that good, the parts that fall short, and the parts that get over emotional. He keeps me in sync and makes sure that I am okay. I know it seems like he doesn't care but deep down he cares a little too much. He is such a good person and you can see it if you just really look for it."
The duo were silent. Cedric never got deep but that was the depth of the Atlantic compared to his usual banter and jokes. Cedric just stood up and walked to the door.
"I think I will go for a short walk.”
"But Fil-"
"It'll be a short one."
Cedric walked out from behind the painting of the pear and took a left. He shoved his hands into his pockets and thought about you and he smiled to himself. Before he knew it, he had reached the window sill you loved. He just stared up into the light that was pouring into the stone corridors from similar high windows. He noticed a bird on the window sill and he whistled at it and he heard the tune played back in almost perfect harmony. He saw you slowly shift into you, you had gotten better at it over break, you no longer had to manually shove feathers into your head. A rope fell and he began to climb. Once he got to the top he noticed something different about you. You looked cleaner, not that you were dirty. More put together would be a better term. He stared at you and how the moon and stars lit up your features. You were made for moonlight.
He was made for sunlight, you thought. Bright richly colored hair, warm smile, and features. He was the sun and everyone knew it. People revolved around him in a happy social solar system and you were happy to join their orbit after being pulled in by his gravity. He stared into your eyes, melting down your serious demeanor, and you stared back before you or he knew, you both were leaning in close and gently pressed your lips together. He barely opened his eyes to see you up close. He gently ran his hand up to the nape of our neck. The kiss and following ones lasted for a while and then it hit you both what had just happened.
"Uh... I.. Did you, ya know, enjoy that?" he asked shyly. You smiled.
"Yea... Did you?" you asked, an equal level of awkwardness.
You reached for his hand and he gently slid his into yours. He leaned in for another kiss but you brought up your finger to block him.
"We need to talk about the Goblet ordeal."
He pulled away and shook his head. "I am really sorry about what I said. You could do it, I am just scared for you to get hurt."
"Then you understand why I don't want you to put your name in."
Cedric smiled and squeezed your hand, "I know I know but baby... I want to try. Dumbledore said it'd be safer than the earlier ones. Please.”
The sweet name made your heart melt. You thought about it. What were his chances of being chosen out of all the people who put their names in? Pretty low statistically. That eased your consciousness.
You smiled at Cedric and he smiled back. He went in for a hug and you hugged back. He gently pulled you to his chest.
"I don't sleep very well," he admitted.
You were surprised to hear his heartbeat thumping like a bass, it was oddly soothing. "Go to sleep, I won't let you fall." he said.
And he didn't.
It was a beautiful day compared to most when the other school arrived. You were chosen by your Prefect to help the ladies from Beauxbatons carry in their items. You had no complaints except that one Durmstrang who accidentally bumped into and nearly knocked you silly. He apologized as you started to cast a spell to make all the suitcases float.
"Wingardium Leviosa." you said and you began to visualize rooms that had been set aside for the students of Beauxbatons. You were done by the time Durmstrang was done with their introduction choreography. You walked in and took your seat.
Dumbledore rattled on about the number of tasks, the rules, and how happy they were to have the two schools arrived for such a big occasion. You weren't listening, you were thinking about how Cedric put in name in the cup the other day and you smiled and acted like your heart wasn't hurting. You clapped after he finished his spill and watched the tables grow to allow room for the two schools to sit and eat. You got up and offered your seat to a Beauxbatons girl whose friend had sat down in the empty seat beside you. You walked to the Hufflepuff table and found Cedric, who smiled brightly at you as he told you to sit down. A few of the Hufflepuffs were off-put by this but they came around after you started talking and not attacking them like they thought you would.
You looked at Cedric, "Do you think you will get chosen?" you asked honestly.
"Well, I think I've got a chance just as good as anybody."
Secretly he held your hand under the table where no one could see. He would rather grab your hand and shout to the world how he felt about you but you had said you wanted to wait a little while to announce your relationship.
"So, Booker, What is your favorite spell?" one of Cedric's friends asked, sensing your unease.
"Oh, I'd say it would be one of the first ones I learned. It's called Ferula, it heals things and wraps bandages around the target. I got hurt a lot and my Mom would use it instead of buying band-aids."
"Your mother is a witch? I thought it was your father."
"Well, My Dad is a half-blood and my Mom is a pureblood. He never really got to learn magic because his non-magical mother was scared for him."
They looked at each other and shook their heads in understanding, "Well, does he know magic now?"
"He knows a little bit. He knows about five spells well enough to cast them."
The topic had slowly changed as the feast progressed to favorite candy, wands, and so on. It was nice. You liked sitting there. They were funny and they didn't seem to have it in them to be critical or mean.
Today was the day. The Goblet would choose the champions. You sat there about to faint as everyone gathered into the Great Hall, waiting with a little more cheer than you had.
You saw Dumbledore walk up to the Goblet and gently raised his hand. Out flew a strip of parchment and he flipped it over to see a name. You held your breath.
"Viktor Krum." You exhaled so quickly it made your nose hurt. You joined in on the clapping for the Durmstrang man who walked to shake Dumbledore's hand and then on to a room.
Dumbledore raised his hand once again, you felt your palms sweat as he tuned to read the name.
"Fleur Delacour." You clapped for the Veela as she followed Krum's path: handshakes and to the room.
One last name. One last school. You were going to faint. He raised his hand and he looked at the name. You watched him as if he was in slow motion.
"Cedric Diggory" You burst into tears. Oh god no... He stood up and walked to shake Dumbledore's hand.
He nearly made it to the door when the Goblet lit again and another name flew out. everyone was confused, especially Dumbledore after he read the name. He barely whispered it but you could tell it was not good.
"Harry Potter," he said, voice full of unease and a mild tone of rage. "Harry Potter!"
After the whole fiasco, you found Cedric, he was leaving the room and he had a smile on his face but there was a thread of worry behind it.
You walked up to him and he grinned.
"Can you believe it?"
"Cedric... You can't."
He looked confused, "Why can't I?"
"What if..." you started but were interrupted by Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Booker, We need you. We have a favor to ask." She said with a gesture to follow her. You looked at Cedric and tried to smile, he was happy and well, he was smart enough to not die.
You sat in McGonagall's office and waited. She came backing with Dumbledore, Lady Maxime, The head of Beauxbatons, and Professor Karkaroff, Head of Durmstrang.
"So, Professor McGonagall tells me you are one of her best Animagious students and you have mastered your form. Can you please show us?" Dumbledore asked.
You looked at McGonagall who smiled and shook her head. You stood up and you breathed in and as you breathed out, you shifted into a Merlin. After the shift was done, you flew up to the iron chandelier and sat up there.
"This Wonderful!" Professor Karakoff said, "He can observe Tournament." now you knew what they wanted to ask. You gently flew back to the ground and changed back into a human.
"Mr. Booker, do you think you would consider? We considered Broomsticks but.. they upset one of the tasks." You looked at the four professors.
'Help where you can.' You heard
Cedric's voice in the back of your head.
"Of course. It's an honor," you said.
You sat up on the window sill, watching the stars, waiting for Cedric. You heard his footsteps and you changed. You smiled down at him as you sent down a rope, he climbed up and sat right next to you. He opened a bag and handed you a small box.
"I am sorry I didn't write. I never got them because I wasn't home for most of the summer." That explained it.
"So to make up for it, I got you something.”
"You didn't have to do that, It couldn't be helped." you looked at the box that was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a gold rope.
"C'mon, open it!" he said. You undid the rope and tore the paper. You opened the small box and saw a small gold chain bracelet. Two charms dangling from it caught your eye. One was a gold miniature copy of your wand: Ten-inch, Willow and it had a handle that was carved to look like feathers. The other was a flowering Rosemary.
"Well, the wand is self-explanatory. What about the Rosemary?"
Cedric blushed a little bit, "Well, we actually took Herbology together in our first year. I never said hi though. You seemed scary and despondent."
You chuckled, "I guess I was."
You put on the bracelet and turned to your bag, you had gotten him a little something. You handed him a box that was decorated in silver and tied with a black ribbon. He smiled as he opened it like a child on Christmas. It was a mirror.
He looked at you and you smiled.
"Um, I think it's pretty."
"It's not just a Mirror. It's a memory Mirror. If the mirror can reflect something, it will be stored in the mirror. You then can put it in the moonlight and it will these memories like a movie."
He looked more intrigued now. He looked at the mirror and then slid it into the moonlight. Slowly a replica of his face appeared above the mirror. "How did you get this?"
"Oh... It was a very old gift. I used to make copies of myself.”
"Then you should keep it."
"No... I don't like it anymore," you said, sadness seeping into your voice.
He looked at you, concern on his face, "Why?"
"It was a gift from my Mother. I miss her and I used to spend hours staring at her image from the mirror but all I accomplished was more grief every time the moonlight went away." You looked out the window.
"She loved us. Me and my sisters. She'd point us out to her friends and talk about us. 'Grace, oh well, she is doing fabulous! She recently got married.' 'Tiffany? She started working at the Ministry' and 'Him? He is going to Hogwarts next year. I am so excited! My wand left me and chose him, Ha! Can you believe that!' She was so proud of us all."
Cedric wrapped his arms around you. "What happened to her?"
"She got very sick. Her wand knew, that's why it chose me. She got to the point where she couldn't walk. A few days after that, I went to wake her up and she barely opened her eyes and asked me to get everyone. She said goodbye."
Cedric felt your tears dampen his t-shirt as he held you. "I am sure she is still proud of you. You're talented, beautiful and no matter what you saw, you've got a good heart."
"I miss her so much."
"Tell me about her."
You smiled, "She would have loved you. She was very firey and aggressive when it came to her friends and family. She would sing us lullabies and rock us. I remember the last time she rocked me was when I was four. I had tripped and cut my knee. She showed me magic that day. She let me hold her wand. Willow and Veela hair."
"Is that why you offered to help the Beauxbatons students? Cause some of them are Veela's like your Mom?"
"No, she wasn't a Veela but her best friend is. She offered her hair when they were making wands. She did attend Beauxbatons though."
You told Cedric about her and in the end, it felt like, in a way, he had met her." She would have stayed and become a professor if she hadn't fallen in love with my Dad. They were very happy."
"Like us?”
You paused, "Yeah. Like us."
Cedric smiled. You let your thought leave your mouth.
"Cedric. You are my home."
"How so?"
"Home is where your heart is."
The clock tower chimed for four in the morning. He looked at you, you had fallen asleep. He smiled as gently nudged you awake so you could sneak back to your commons. Cedric was quietly but hurriedly walking to his when he met someone: Dumbledore.
"Ah, Young Cedric. Early aren't we?" he said, smiling. "Why so early young man?"
"I- Um I was..."
"In the window sill," Dumbledore said, "Follow me, let's talk about this."
Cedric walked with DUmbledore, slightly slower than he'd normally walk. "So, am I in trouble?"
"No. You were just being a teenager. The Muggle equivalent of sneaking out of the house."
Cedric smiled, measured you weren't in trouble. "I guess."
"Mr. Booker forgot to tell you though. He will be watching from above."
"Oh? How- Oh wait."
"He has a knack for it, hm?"
"Yeah. It's so cool. He just goes and flies away."
Dumbledore shook his head, "I've seen a change in the both of you. So has the other professors. They say you seem to care a little bit more about the details and they tell me that he helps people, especially the underclassmen Slytherins. He must know it's rough."
"Yeah... I guess we've both changed."
"Love finds a way to change things," Dumbledore said.
"Love will find a way." Cedric repeated.
"Dragons." Cedric said to you as he looked at you. You were in the library reading up on some potions books since you had nothing else to do.
"Good morning to you," you said, looking up.
"How do I fight a dragon?" he asked, sitting down in the chair across from you.
"Why?”
"Cause... Harry Potter told me that the challenge would be dragons."
You picked up your cup of tea and sipped from it, "He could have lied."
"But what if he didn't?"
He had a point."Ok well, Cedric what do dragons do? Breathe fire. Put out the fire, beat the dragon."
"Ok, but that seems like... too easy." he said.
"Too easy? Well... Maybe if the dragon is focused on something else, it won't have time to deal with you."
He leaned over the table, "What can I distract it with?"
You began sharpening his skill in Transfiguration and now it was time to shine.
You walked in behind the Champions. You were followed by McGonagall, who would let you shift and then send you out to fly around and observe the champions. You shook Viktor's hand and kissed Fluer's hand before you got to Harry Potter.
"I am there to make sure you don't die." The boy looked stunned, but you recovered with a laugh. "No, no. You probably are safe. With or without me."
Lastly, you saw Cedric, he looked nervous but he smiled at you. You hugged him and whispered in his ear.
"Do your best."
You walked to McGonagall, who opened the curtain enough for your bird form to go through. You slowly shifted, which caught the other three champions off guard. You flew out and went up to the clouds. You loved flying. It was just you, the clouds, and the rush of the wind. Your wings could take you anywhere and be strong enough to make sure you got there. You began to dive back down as a cymbal sounded, time to do your job.
First was Cedric. You watched from above. 'Make sure no one cheats.' You watched him intently.
He dodged some of the fire before finding the perfect rock. You heard him shout out the spell and you flew down closer to caw in approval but the rock didn't turn into another dragon and he didn't call out the enlarging charm. It instead was a dog! You mildly panicked but you noticed the dragon was interested in the dog and that Cedric was sprinting for the egg.
He made it into the nest area when the dragon turned and noticed him. The dragon erupted a huge wave of fire on top of him.
'In case of potential death, help the champion." you flew down but that's when you noticed something. It seemed something was pushing back the fire but struggling to do so quickly.
A line from a poem came into mind, "Eating fire is your ambition."
Cedric had ambition.
He pushed up with the shield he was making. He had the egg, all he had to do was get out of the nest. "Dragons can breathe fire for twenty minutes." He just had to outlast the last fifteen. He counted down and made sure he had a good grip on the egg.
Now!
He pushed up with such force the shield hit the dragon in the face and knocked loose a few fangs. He was sweaty and very tired. He noticed you land and change to make sure he had brought the egg. He smiled as he stumbled to you, he lifted his wand.
"Orchideous." he said. A bouquet spilled out of the end of his wand. And like that he hit the ground out of exhaustion.
Cedric coughed himself awake. He was in the infirmary. He looked and saw you reading a book.
"Morning," he said, not knowing how long he'd been out.
"You inhaled enough smoke to kill a large dog."
"Four-twenty. Blaze it." he chuckled as he did a peace sign.
You laughed but you also rolled your eyes. "I wish I could stay mad at you."
You looked to his bedside t table. "A couple of people dropped you off some gifts. And don't forget," you raised a golden egg, "Mr. Second place, we need to figure this out."
He smiled, "Well, open the egg first." you reached to the top of it and undid it. The scream the egg let out hurt your ears and you could not have shut it fast enough.
"Yeah... That isn't good." You said sitting beside him. He groaned at the dismay of it not being easy.
After opening a few gifts, you spoke up.
"While you were sleeping. Dumbledore announced the date for the second task and another thing."
"What?" he asked, eating some of his Every Flavor Jelly Beans.
"The Yule Ball," you said.
He looked at you and smiled. "So are we going together?" he asked.
"Cedric... I don't think-"
"Please. I want to go with you."
You sighed, "Ok ok... But if anyone who isn't our friend asks. We are friends."
"Embarrassed of me?" he asked, half-joking, half-serious.
"No. It's just what if they-" Cedric sat up and leaned to press his head against yours.
"The people who love us will understand and the ones that don't will either get over it or have to fight me," he said, smiling.
You sighed, he was right. "Say, you are allowed to leave. Want to go get dinner?"
"Yes, I am starving," he said. He stood up and went to get dressed.
You waited outside the door for him as you thought about what you were going to do. He walked out of the door and you instantly grabbed his hand. he was a little surprised but you just held on as you both walked to go get food. You walked into the Great hall and headed for the Hufflepuff Table. They looked at you and a lot of them smiled and a few even raised a glass to Cedric.
"Congrats! On both." Melissa said. You and Melissa had become friends because of your life subscription to a fashion magazine and she would help you with other things.
"Thanks," Cedric said, squeezing your hand tighter.
"So Booker, I need your opinion."
"On?"
"Dresses. Sprout said we could all go one day and get suits and dresses and I am sure she'd let you come along!" she said. "Now, what color? I feel like a blue or maybe a pink"
You and Melissa rattled on about dresses, colors, and styles. Cedric got to thinking about the egg. He had time but he needed to figure it out or else it bother him for days. Suddenly, an idea hit him. The first trial was fire so it was maybe water.
"Hey, I think I am going to go get a bath and go to bed."
"Okay, see you later," you said to him.
You went back to chatting when a pair of Ravenclaw girls walked behind you, they were just chatting but your ears caught what the dark-haired one said.
"I like Cedric, Do you think he'll ask me to go?"
You felt your heart drop as you looked to see who exactly it was and saw Cho Chang. She was stunning, beautiful, and kind. You felt a twinge of envy.
Everyone had heard it too and they just stared at you. "Well... I guess I will be leaving now," you said. You stood up and almost ran out of the Great Hall. You ran til you slammed right into someone.
"I am so sorry, I just-"
"Boy, you shouldn't be running in the halls, and what is wrong with you?" It was Snape.
"Oh Professor Snape, I was just... I just am not doing too well. Apologies." You started to walk away.
"Wait a moment," he said walking to you. "What has you distraught?"
"It's nothing... You probably won't get it."
"Try me."
You sighed and sniffed, "Well, I liked someone and I thought they liked me too. But... I guess they don't." you said, trying to keep it as vague as possible.
Snape crossed his arms, "First of all, why should you be the one in tears. Second, never let someone make you cry."
"But I..."
"Loves hurts young man. Know when your beat but go on with your life. You only hurt yourself if you try to stay with the memories." He turned and walked away.
He had a point.
Cedric had just got into the water with the egg. He slowly opened the egg and heard a very beautiful voice come out of it. He listened to it several times and made mental notes about it all. He then thought about you and how you helped him with the Transfiguration. He smiled as he sat in the water. He also needed to tell Harry about the eggs. He had to because Harry told him about the dragons.
He heard a door open and he looked to see you. He waved.
"How did you get in?"
"Quidditch Captain."
He remembered that you had replaced the last one. You were a great Keeper and were very competitive. You once had thrown your shoe at the snitch to scare it away from him.
"Well, I figured ou-"
"Cho Chang. Who is she to you? In one minute or less. I will walk out of here Cedric."
"Uh, I... I know her, yeah, We have some of the same classes and she's smart. Why?"
You huffed "Well obliviously she thinks there's more to you two?"
Cedric turned to fully face you, "What are you on about?"
"She wants you to ask her to the Yule Ball and-" Cedric grabbed your hand.
"Baby. Listen, she might want me to, but I would never. I already have the best date."
You sighed, "You need to start letting me finish my sentences."
It was the day You all went to go grab your suits and such. The previous week, you all had gone and gotten measured and ordered which suits and dresses you wanted.
You had received a letter that your order was in so you and Cedric walked hand in hand, falling a little behind the group, to go grab the outfits. You all also talked about going to Honeydukes which Cedric responded with the worst thing you ever heard.
"I would but he's already sweet enough." Cringe radiated along with laughter through the group. You had also dragged Rich and Daniel along.
"We aren't even attending the ball, why do we need to come along?" Rich complained.
"You need the sun."
"It is literally snowing."
Despite their complaining, they were having a good time and even reconsidered not going when they met Melissa and her friend, Emma.
You had made it to the shop and began to look at the suits that had come in for you. You grabbed yours and made your way to go change. You took off your clothes and looked at the suit and noticed how finely it had been made.
You started with the button shirt and noticed something. The neckline went down further than you planned. This is what you got for refusing to wear the typical ones. Dammit. You put on the rest of the suit and turned to the mirror and it spoke.
"Looking good handsome!"
You shook your head and pulled back the curtain to see Cedric and Daniel, waiting for a dressing room to open. Daniel nudged Cedric to look at you and when he did, he turned red in the cheeks and his jaw dropped.
"Cedric. Flies."
He shut his mouth, "You look great." he mumbled out. You laughed as you turned back, shut the curtain, and rushed to change back into your normal clothes.
Cedric looked amazing, not surprised but he could help but make it look like he walked fresh off the runway.
"He could go into modeling in case the writing thing doesn't work." You said, watching him spin and make sure his outfit looked perfect. You smiled at him and checked himself out in the mirror.
"Stay Humble." Cedric's friend, Carter said.
"I am. Do you think I should get a haircut?"
Groans erupted. There was nothing wrong with wanting to look good, especially for a special occasion.
You walked in next to Cedric. He put his arm out for you to loop yours around. You walked at an okay pace and felt eye glue to the two of you. You felt so nervous and like you were sweaty. You looked at Cedric, who looked like it was nothing but a thing.
You heard whispers and you felt like you were going to vomit if Cedric didn't walk faster. You looked at the people and, despite your feelings a lot of them had genuine smiles, not joking or malicious ones. You felt the nerves wash off a little bit.
You eventually separated, he went to get drinks and you went to claim a table. You saw Melissa and her date, your friend, Daniel so you flagged them over.
"So, Where's Cedric?" Daniel asked.
"He went to go grab a drink." you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You looked to see Cho Chang and one of her friends.
"Booker. I am really really sorry. I didn't think you would have heard me cause I thought you were sitting at the Slytherin table and I didn't know you and Cedric were a thing.”
You looked at her and smiled, "It's alright. I typically do sit at the Slytherin table and you didn't know. I am sure you weren't the only one with a crush on him. I really appreciate your apology."
"Oh, that's a relief. Thank you and have fun!" she said as her friend pulled her onto the dancefloor.
"Alright. Which one of you told her?"
"Actually I did." you heard Cedric say as he returned.
"Oh my god.."
"I knew it upset you. Don't worry I was really nice about it and she actually said we look cute together."
"That's sweet of her," you said, sipping the drink.
"Yeah," he said, drinking some of his own, "Do you want to dance?"
"I suck at it but yes."
You took Cedric's hand as he led you to the dance floor. He slowly placed his hand on your waist, "One of us has to lead." he said, smiling at you. He then began to swirl and spin you around the dancefloor. You laughed as he tried to spin you as fast as he could and he attempt to dip you.
After the slow dances were the more enjoyable dances in your opinion. You had to take off your suit jacket to keep up with him and his dance moves. You grew to love the feeling of his hands on your hips and the sight of him looking at you like you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.
You and him were growing very tired and had gone to sit down at the table. He sat right beside you and leaned into your ear to whisper.
"You looked beautiful." Now, wait a minute. There was something else besides love in that. You felt your face flush as his hand came up to sit on your upper thigh.
"Uuh, Cedric.. We are-"
"Shh. Let's go. it's almost midnight anyway." He said, "Only if you want to though?" he said with a smirk. No matter what smile he had, you loved them.
You and him walked out into the hallway, he gently pulled you along.
"You aren't the only one with a hideout." he said as he came to a very old-looking door. It was a smaller room but you couldn't get a good look because Cedric shut the door and pressed you up against it.
He gently pressed his lips against yours. He was always gentle at the start. Slowly he started to get a little more forceful, you pressed back and looped your arms around his neck. He lifted you off the door and pulled his lips away.
"We know where this is going to go, right?"
"Yeah," you said, slightly out of breath.
"Do you want it to?"
You thought for a moment. "Yes."
He smiled. He sat you down on top of an old desk and he slowly went to kiss your neck. You sat there, skin heating up as he kissed and sucked places on your skin.
"You are so tense. Relax. I will take care of you, baby." he muttered.
"It feels good..." you breathed out. You breathed in Cedric. He always smelled like parchment, honey, and warmth.
He slowly peppered more kisses to your jawline.
You felt you should tell him.
"Cedric." you managed to strangle out.
"Hm?" he made a noise to let you know he was listening.
"This is the first time."
He pulled back and looked at you, "You mean?"
You shook your head. He smiled and pulled you into a hug.
"Uh... okay."
"What?"
"It just wasn't the reaction I was expecting is all."
"What? Expected me to go 'What a loser.' ?"
"Kind of." he frowned at that as he went to kiss you again.
"I would never say that or even think that of you," he said before reaching to undo his bowtie. You started to undo the buttons on your shirt.
"Wait," he said. You stopped.
"What? Is someone coming?"
"No, I just... if this is your first time, we are not going to do it on a desk."
"Cedric- It's.."
"It's important to me."
You both decided to wait. Wait til after he won the tournament.
You weren't asked to observe but you were asked to aid. You didn't exactly know what they wanted but they gave you a potion and slowly you fell asleep. Before you took your trip to dreamland you heard 'They'll recuse th-' and you were out.
Cedric wondered where you were until they explained what the task was: Find a loved one in the lake. One problem he saw right away was that the lake was so huge. He remembered what the egg had said but he figured the 'something dear' would be an item or something besides a person.
He planned on using the bubblehead charm and when the signal was fired he jumped into the water. He slowly began to swim. The water was frigid and he was frozen in shock for a moment but he began swimming.
'Why in February?' he thought as he felt even colder as he swam downward. He pulled out his wand.
"Lumos" he mumbled. A light began to shine from the tip of his wand. He looked for the other champions but didn't see one but he heard a whoosh and a pop behind him. He looked down at the grassy forest and realized what was down there.
"Lumos Maxima!" he shouted, still muffled by the bubble. A huge blast of light illuminated the surrounding area. Grindylows hated light and he figured this would be the best way to stun and distract them. He kept swimming.
He thought about you and that's when he remembered something: You can't swim. He immediately picked up the pace.
He saw what appeared to be four floating figures and one free, swimming one. Harry Potter. Cedric swam to him and saw that the boy had grown gills! Gilly weed, of course! He nodded at Harry and looked to point a half transfigured Viktor. Cedric cut you loose and swiftly swam upwards.
You breathed in as soon as your head reached above the water.
"Oh shit! Holy Jesus, what the- Cedric? Why am I in the lake?" you spat, clinging to him.
"Shh, I got you. Calm down," he said as he swam towards the ladder. He lifted you to McGonagall and you grabbed her arm to pull yourself up.
You took a towel and wrapped yourself in it. You felt like half drownded cat as you hook your hair and head in the towel and then you remembered: Cedric. You turned and saw him climbing out of the lake.
You grabbed his towel and started lecturing him.
"Honestly! You could've froze to death! What in the world are you wearing? They make wetsuits!" you fussed at him as you dried his hair and whipped his face.
He began to chuckle, "Ok ok, Mom, chill! It wasn't that cold. Give me the towel, It is colder up here than down there." he said.
You handed him the towel and he smiled at you. He noticed your face was still a little wet and he gently patted it dry, "You worry so much."
You shook your head at him and just smiled.
You were wrapped up in two blankets and your head was wrapped in a warm towel. You already had a start of a head cold before they shoved you into the frigid lake. Bad sinuses ran in your family: A strong wind could give a near-death experience; Whining and overreactions also ran in your family. You could have sworn there were mini icebergs floating in the water.
You pulled one of your arms out of the blanket wads and reached for your tea. You had insisted that you didn't need to go to the infirmary but now it sounded pretty nice. You looked out the small window and cursed the climate.
A February snow.
You closed your eyes as you imagined yourself at the lake house your parents owned where the temperature was also a good fifteen degrees warmer than anywhere else.
Along with your terrible blight of physical sickness, you felt a little homesick; Your mother always took care of you when you were sick. She could have easily cured you with a potion but she said it would be better for your immune system if you fought off the illness naturally.
You raised up a little bit when you heard the door of the commons open. You sighed as you saw Cedric.
The man with a strong immune system who hadn't succumbed to your germs but he was pressing his luck. "Are you feeling any better?" he whispered into the mostly dark room.
He obviously couldn't see your blanket hive, towel, and shaking hands holding a cup of a nasty, healing tea.
"I'm Fine." your hoarse creeky voice huffed.
Even though you knew you weren't fine you still rolled your eyes when he sighed out.
"Obviously not."
You laid back on the sofa with a huff and a groan. He slowly walked around and sat on the arm of the sofa.
He smiled down at you. "You get grumpy when you are sick. Why aren't you in bed?"
"We all know the first years can't wash their damn hands and if I go up there like Sickie McGee, they will die." you mildly joked.
"They have yet to master the magic of soap but this cannot be comfy." He said.
You scoffed, "The arms aren't, idiot but the actual sitting part is quite nice."
"Still and wouldn't it make more sense for you to not be in the commons where everyone is well... comming if you are worried about the spread of whatever you have?"
He was right, "They are called Common rooms because the community is supposed to communicate in them. But you have a point," you looked at his face that dripped with accomplishment, "It isn't a big one but it's a point."
"Can you let me have one win? Pretty please?"
You rolled your eyes, "Nope."
He slammed his hand to his chest, "Oh! Right in the heart!" he fell to the carpeted ground.
You smiled softly. "If you wake them up, we're going to be in trouble." You smiled as he stood up and walked to sit on the sofa. He was really pushing it.
"Trouble? My middle name!"
You rolled your eyes, "No, it's Daryl. And how have you been getting away with all this sneaking out anyway?"
He raised his eyebrow, "Did Juliet ask Romeo all these questions?"
You stared at him, "Who?"
"It's a play written by a muggle poet, William Shakespeare. It's a story about two-star crossed lovers whose families hate each other. Romeo sneaks to see Juliet out on a balcony or something like that."
You closed your eyes as you sat your tea back down, "Well, I guess our balcony would be the windowsill. I don't think our families would hate each other."
"One day, we'll all get together and have breakfast."
You smiled as you laid your head back, "You wouldn't like my father, though."
"Why?"
"He said if I ever date anyone who can't cook, he'll die on the spot."
"I guess I better practice."
Roger Booker was smoking his cigarette, grey smoke lingering around him. Under his bushy black eyebrows, his icy blue eyes glanced from the clock to his book and back.
He swept his greying hair back and his free hand went to fix a hair on his mustache, twisting it to shape.
He looked at the pot of tea his son had made and reached to pour himself a cup but your voice stopped him.
“Dad! That’s for when Cedric gets here.” He had agreed to let you invite Cedric over on the winter holiday before you both were due to return before the Yule Ball. And he was slowly regretting it.
“When is he going to get ‘ere then?”
“Dad, most wizards have issues with our kind of money and he may be confused in a cab or something like that.”
Your Dad scoffed, “You’d think they’d have a class on it.” Despite Roger being magical, he didn’t call himself a wizard since he barely knew anything about it and had no formal magical education.
However, his wife, a talented witch, insisted in him learning some magic since their kids may be magical.
“We have muggle studies.”
Your Dad looked at you just as the door rang, you stood up and walked to it and smiled when you saw a familiar face. You invited him in and your Dad stood up to see if the boy was as interesting and amazing as you had made him out to be.
He was surprised to see just a teenager: Average height, brown eyes and brown hair with natural highlights. Just average and mildly underwhelming from how much you talked about Cedric.
He didn’t know what he was expecting but he wasn’t it.
He knew that witches and wizards didn’t always fly around on broomsticks and walk around in pointed hats and wild colored robes but he was wondering if this was actually the guy.
Still, he walked up to him and extended a hand to the boy, “Roger Booker.”
Cedric took his hand and shook it, “Cedric. Cedric Diggory.”
“This is good,” you thought, “He hasn’t star-“
“So, you are a wizard. Are you any good?”
Shit. You knew Cedric, he was going to try to impress your Dad and it was going to end terribly.
Just like you predicted, Cedric pulled out his wand but instead of firing off sparks, he simply went, “Lumos Maxima!” Making the room light up.
You looked at your Dad’s face, seeing very little change. You sighed, your Dad wasn’t trying to be mean, he just didn’t get it.
Cedric put out the light and looked at you, you smiled back. You all had walked to the lounge and sat down.
“So, Mr. Booker, what do you do?”
“I am a professional photographer. I take photos for events and special occasions.”
Suddenly an idea popped into Cedric’s head, he reached for his wallet, “Then I think you’ll like this.” He pulled out a photo of him and his family.
He handed it to your Dad and you watched as a pleasant soft smile formed on his face.
“I haven’t seen one of these in years. I took a lot of photos and we didn’t put up the moving ones because we often hosted parties and other people might… You know, ask a few questions.”
You grinned, “I vividly remember the parties.”
Your Dad laughed, “I remember you serving ‘drinks’”
“Drinks?” Cedric asked.
“He walked around with cups of chocolate milk. People, nit wanting to be rude, took them and drank from them. Turns out, the milk had gone bad. “
Cedric chuckled as you shook your head. “Well, in my defense, the milk was on the counter and it was easy to reach.”
“We all learned a valuable lesson that day.”After a few more embarrassing stories and happy memories, it was time to cook. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Cedric and your Dad to talk.
You brushed back your hair, washed your hands and put in your apron. For the first course, you were going to prepare a garden soup.
You grabbed a knife as you looked for the the yellow squash, zucchini, tomatoes and bell peppers. You reached for a large pot and set it in the stove, lighting it gas with a flick of your wand.
You walked to the pantry and pulled out some chicken stock, garlic, rosemary and thyme.
You swished your wand and watched as the knife slowly began to chop the vegetables.
You added the chopped garlic to the pot with a little butter to turn the garlic golden, you followed with the stock and aromatics. It was boiling when you added the vegetables and you turned it to a rolling simmer before putting on the lid.
You began preparing the sides for the main course: fondant potatoes and a mixed salad. You chopped the lettuce for the salad, you diced up some carrots and sliced some cucumbers.
You went to the fridge to grab some cheese to shred when you heard a loud thud and a shatter. You shut the door and ran to the living room.
You looked in horror when you saw it: your mother’s urn and ashes were on the ground. You looked at your Dad who looked as if he was about to explode with anger.
You pointed at the web with your wand, “Repairo.” The urn slowly came back together, your Dad opened it and pulled out his own wand, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The ashes began floating and he moved them to the urn and gently put them back.
“What happened?” You asked.
Your Dad was just hugging the urn so Cedric spoke. “The cat jumped up and she bumped the urn and it fell and I tried to catch it and I… I hit into the wall.” You walked to your Dad, who just turned and walked upstairs
You looked at Cedric with a sad but understanding look, “Thank you for trying to catch it. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Is he mad?”
“No. Just really sad. It hasn’t been easy for him. He… he misses her more than anything. He’ll sit down here and hold it when it gets really rough. He doesn’t handle change well.”
Cedric walked to you and took your hand. “I think it’s brave.”
“Him? Oh he really is.”
“No, you.”
You looked at him with confusion.
“Besides when you first told me about her, you never seem to grieve. Your Dad seems to do it a lot and you have every right to do it but you don’t.”
You sighed as you pulled him back to the kitchen, you shut the door. “It isn’t bravery. It’s just trying not to… lose myself in it.”
You were slowly starting to choke on tears you held back, “There are nights I cry so hard I can barely breathe and I give myself a headache. If I cried every time the urge and feeling hit me, I wouldn’t stop.”
Cedric pulled you into a hug and your tears began to fall. He held you tighter as the sniffles turned into sobs you muffled on his shoulder. He felt a few tears fall down his face as he silently listened to your sounds of pains and a few spoken words about fairness and how it hurt. After your breathing returned to normal with a few hitches, he let you go. You held a hand up to his face and wiped his tears, which made a few more fall from his beautiful brown eyes.
Suddenly the record player began to play, leaving the two of you confused, you turned to the door which you saw closing again. You smiled as you heard the song slowly fill the kitchen. Cedric and you decided to practice for the ball.
Roger Booker walked back upstairs, leaving his wife’s urn on the mantle. He walked to his room and grabbed a few picture frames including a small oval picture frame before walking back down stairs. He placed it beside the urn.
He watched for a minute as he saw the blonde woman smiling and laughing as she swung her son around in the garden. He watched as she swooped you back up into her arms.
He smiled as a tears dripped down his face and got caught in his mustache when the ran down the side of his nose.
He put up a wedding photo of her throwing the bouquet and him looping his arm around her waist, proceeding to spin her before kissing her.
He placed a picture of two little girls who were holding a baby on the wall beside a award he won for his photos.
He then put one final photo up. It was in the center of the mantle. You were seven and were forced to wear a bow tie.
Your older sister who was 12, was holding the cat and smiling with her braces shining and eyes glittering. The oldest who had just turned sixteen was standing beside your mother, looking like a spitting image of the older and taller woman.
The woman, your mother, the tallest, stood roughly in the middle. She was willowy and had a soft smile as her image turned to look at her husband.
Roger looked back at her before looking to the camera, he used to have chocolate brown hair and a full beard instead of just a mustache. He smiled as he evened up the photo, he took a few steps back and watched as the pictures of the wonders in his life moved.
He heard laughter coming from the kitchen as he walked back upstairs. Cedric was anything but average and he thought his son could do worse but it would be kind of hard to do better.
Cedric woke up because of a strong ray of winter sun. He rubbed his eyes before slowly opening them. He sat up with a light yawn and groan. He got up off his bed and he turned around to begin making it. As he straightened his pillow, he remembered something. He flung around and ran to his calendar, he then picked up a letter you had written.
Today was the day! You were going to come over this Thursday and on Monday you and him would side aparate with his Dad to Hogsmede and walk to Hogwarts.
Cedric ran to the bathroom to grab a shower and get ready. Due to his running, Amos looked up to make sure his son wasn’t about to fall through the floor or come down the stairs missing an arm. He sighed as he stirred his and his wife’s morning tea, she came to grab her cup before looking at him and grinning.
“Amos, do you remember what today is?”
He didn’t, “Well it isn’t our wedding anniversary. It isn’t February so it isn’t Valentine’s Day… No dear, I think I have forgotten.”
She huffed, “Today is the day we meet Cedric’s boyfriend!”
Amos sighed, “We’ll at least I was on the topic of love.”
She smiled and lightly laughed before walking to the window. “Do you think he’ll like us?”
“We’re great! The real question is if we will like him.” Amos said, lightly burning his tongue on the tea.
“Amos… This is serious! Cedric is absolutely crazy about him.” She said.
He sat down his cup and walked to her,“Carla, he’ll love us.”
Cedric had just got out of the shower and was looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a comb through his hair before drying and fluffing it out with his wand. He then brushed his teeth when he realized that you said you’d be there at ten.
He stuck his head out the door and yelled “Mum! What time is it?”
“Half past eight, sweetheart!”
He sighed in relief, spit out the foamed toothpaste, put on his bathrobe, and walked to his room where he right for his closet. He pulled on a pair of jeans and an off-white sweater, dug around, and found an old pair of brown boots. He got dressed and laced up his boots before walking downstairs. He looked at the clock to see only two minutes had passed.
He huffed, sad that it would still be a while til you arrived. Carla and Amos looked at each other, Amos sighed and Carla smiled. "Cedric, come to have a spot of breakfast, sweetheart," she said.
Cedric turned and walked into the kitchen. Amos looked at his son, whose sadness was on his face as he looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Ced, a watched pot never boils."
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wait wait wait omg where was 1dbandmate!yn in the carpool karaoke??
Carpool Karaoke
SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST
Here are some of the highlights! :
"Hey man, eh do you think you can help me get to work? Ugh, thanks man you're the best." James hangs up the phone with a sigh of relief.
It's not long before Niall slides into the passenger side only for Louis to open the back door. YN follows in and scoots her way in with Harry on her trail. And finally Liam comes in and closes the door by his side.
"Hey James." YN smiles as she adjusts herself in her squished seat.
After some initial greetings, James is slowly 'driving' their way out of the parking lot. It was like a mum picking up her kids from school.
"Seat belts on everyone. Anyone need to wee?"
Harry raises his hand, "I need to wee."
"Hold it." James says dismissively.
"Can we get some food on the way?" YN asks, leaning over the best she can in between the center console, one hand on the driver's head rest and the other on Harry's knee.
"Of course we can, golden child." James says causally, 'focusing' on the road ahead on him. YN sits back in her seat with a satisfied smile as if she's silently boasting about how she's the favorite one out of the bunch.
...
When Best Song Ever comes on, YN falls right back into her usual harmony. Her and Harry look to each other, moving their fists in up and down as they sing, "We danced, we danced, it goes something like this!"
When James when he hits Zayn's high note, the band stops with wide eyes and surprised smiles as they look to the tv host.
...
James and Niall hands everyone a jean jacket. It was pretty difficult for the band in the back seat to put one since everyone was so tightly squished together.
"Louis! Yeh nearly clocked me eye out!" YN moves her head out of the way just in time to miss Louis's fist.
"Move yeh head then!"
Harry beckons his fingers so she can lean more over to his side behind him as he leans forwards.
Then James goes on to teach the band choreography for No Control.
"I'm a loaded gun," James makes a motion for everyone to point down to their crotches, making the band let out a chuckle. "YN if you don't wanna do that p--"
"No, no. I'll point to me own **** too. That's cool." Her cuss word is beeped out from the video and it makes James let out one of his high pitched laughs.
And when they're performing, everyone acts very suave as if they were actually doing a music video.
"Taste," YN sings to front view camera, lifting her shoulder to her cheek in a sultry way.
"Where is it Niall?" James asks, turning to the blonde lad as he sticks out his toungue.
"On my tongue." She slides the backs of her hands under her chin and jawline while fluttering her eyelashes. "I don't want to wash away the night before. Before!" She riffs her last word.
...
While James has Niall playing Sleep With, Marry, Cruise, it can be seen in the background that YN is mindlessly playing with the threads coming off of the rips in Harry's jeans at his knees. Although their conversation isn't picked up on camera, fans can clearly see them talking quietly amongst themselves.
Harry leans his head a little bit over to her ear, not so much given how squished together they are from their seating arrangements (which he's certainly not complaining about), "Dunno why we always gotta be playing games like this."
"Oh? So you're tellin' me you've got better things to do?" YN teases with a soft smile.
He's sitting right next to his crush for the past 5 and a half years, their sides and faces so incredibly close to one another than he can breathe in the minty gum she's chewing, her fingers grazing his bare knee as she braids the tiny threads peaking out from rips there--he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
"Clearly." He playfully widens his eyes and is gifted when she huffs out a laugh through her nose.
"Who would you choose?"
You.
He gives his shoulder a shrug, "Eh, dunno. Like I said I don't fancy these games. You?"
"Can't tell you tha'." YN discreetly turns up heat setting on Liam's seat warmer on the middle console in front of her while he's looking out the window. "You'll hold it against me one day."
"Whot? Is it me for all three of them?" Harry teases. He only said that just to see her give him one of her infamous eye rolls, maybe even a playful shove. But his heart begins to race when she sees her eyes still focused on where her hands mess with the threads, her lips tucking inward to keep her smile from growing.
"S'bit narcissistic of you, innit?"
Harry's thoughts begin to go a mile a minute. She explicitly didn't agree to that being her answer, but she also technically didn't deny it either. Before he can think to say another word, James suggests for everyone to sing along to their next track.
...
And the part where James does a rap for bridge of Drag Me Down and everyone chips in with their own flare, YN sings the consist melody of the pre-chorus.
Together, Harry and YN harmonize their first high note riffs together.
"Nobody can drag me down!"
The volume of their singing can be annoying to the boys next to them but they could honestly care less. It's when they get to their second set of high notes that the two end up bursting out in laughter at the fact that both of their voices crack at the same time.
YN puts a hand over her smile and the other to Harry's knee as she leans forward in laughter.
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Just A Simple Misunderstanding - George Weasley - Female (Ravenclaw) Reader
Title: Just A Simple Misunderstanding
George Weasley X Female (Ravenclaw) Reader
Additional Characters: Luna, Fred, and Snape
Requested
WC: 2,906
Warnings: Misunderstandings, anxiety, nervousness, Reader is shy, George is shy, and sneaking out
"You love a cousin of Malfoy?" Fred asked during breakfast.
George turned to his twin and shushed him, "Tell the whole school, why don't you?"
George's eyes widened as he looked around at all the other tables full of people. No one from the Gryffindor table was even looking their way.
"I just don't understand why you like someone who is related to Malfoy." Fred muttered, and George rolled his eyes.
"I can't help who I like, Freddie." He said with annoyance in his voice.
Fred gave him an exasperated look.
"Yeah, I know that," He answered back, "But, she hates you."
George turned back to his brother, "How do you know she hates me? Maybe she is just shy too.
Fred shook his head, "She ignores you sometimes."
"So? She ignores me, that doesn't prove anything."
Fred shrugged, "Whatever, just don't cry if she rejects you if you finally ask her out."
George frowned and sighed, "I don't know if I can even do it."
His twin laughed, "You're a big boy now, you can do whatever you want!"
"Alright, alright," George responded, "I’ve been waiting to do this since forever."
Fred clapped his twin on the shoulder, "Doesn't hurt to try, even if she's Malfoy's cousin."
~~~
"The Weasley twins have been staring at you all breakfast, Y/N." Luna spoke softly.
You hummed, not even taking a glance at the prankster duo. "Coming up with a prank for me, no doubt."
Luna gave you a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about them, they are only doing what comes natural to them. Maybe they aren't even planning a prank, I mean, you are so pretty; it'd be impossible not to stare."
You smiled widely at the girl, "Thanks, I think."
"What do you have planned, then?" Luna asked curiously.
You chuckled, "I am going to ignore them completely."
Luna chuckled, "Like you do everyday?" She asked and you nodded, quickly glancing up towards the Gryfondor table, making eye contact with George.
His eyes widened and he quickly looked away, but his brother Fred winked towards you, making your frown. Turning back to Luna you sighed.
"Yeah, I'll be ignoring them. You know how I am." You said, "It's either that or turn into a blubbering mess, which is never a good idea. I have too much social anxiety as it is."
Luna gave you a knowing smile, "There's nothing wrong in telling George how you feel..."
You shook your head, "No, there isn't." You replied, "I just... I just don't think he liked me like that."
"Y/N, hon, I've seen the way he looks at you."
You sighed and shook your head, "I don't think he likes me that way."
Luna looked surprised, "That's not true, you have seen the way he looks at you too."
You sigh, non believing. "I don't know... Maybe I am just imagining things. I mean, if he liked me, he would've asked me out by now. Sometimes it seems like he's ignoring me."
Luna shook her head, "If you are imagining things, then so am I. It may be hard to believe, but I promise you, George likes you very much, maybe he's just a bit shy."
"He wasn't shy when he asked Angelina out two years ago." You mumbled grumpily.
Luna sighed, "I don't have an explanation for that, but I do know this... George admires you. He… Worships the ground you walk on per se."
You hummed, before going back to your food. You didn't believe her. If George did, why hadn't he said anything to you? Yes, he was friendly towards you, but it didn’t seem like he was shy when he talked to you during class.
~~~
"Freddie, she looked at us. Do you think she might've heard us?" George asked, but Fred shook his head.
"I doubt it, I mean, we were whispering in a giant hall full of other people."
George sighed, nodding. "I guess I'm just paranoid."
"You know you won't be so anxious if you just got up and told her how you feel. Maybe she will even return your feelings."
George scoffed, "Yeah right, it would be nice though."
Fred grinned, "Well, I know you wouldn't mind if she did. You've always liked her, ever since you first saw her."
George smiled slightly, looking off, back towards you. George first saw you on the train to Hogwarts, already in a cabin with Luna Lovegood. When he first saw you, he froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. He was enamored with the beautiful girl before him, he loved the fact that you always wore a gold-heart locket around your neck. His heart pounded wildly within his chest when he saw you again later that year. He knew from that moment that he saw you, that he was in love.
"George!"
Snapping out of his daydream, George looked up at his brother standing beside him.
"Breakfast is over."
Embarrassed, George quickly got up and the two went off the class.
~~~
"Pst, hey, pst!" You sighed, turning behind you to look at George.
"What?" You asked in a harsh whisper, glancing to see if Professor Snape noticed or not.
He didn't seem to.
And ignoring him, the plan seemed to fly out the window.
George bit his lip, smiling, "Want- Want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
You were surprised, but you shook your head, "I can't, I'm studying with Luna tomorrow."
George sighed, "Please, you study all the time."
"I can't, sorry." You muttered.
The one freaking time he’s asked you out and you had already promised to study with Luna. What are the odds? But, what if this wasn’t a date? What if this was for a prank?
"Miss L/N, pay attention, please." You quickly turned around in your seat, looking up at an annoyed Prosessor Snape.
"I'm sorry, Professor." You mumbled, going back to work.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw." Snape mumbled gruffly before continuing to teach.
Sighing, you sunk down in your seat a bit, embarrassed.
~~~
Leaving the class, you held your books in your arms, your bag on your shoulder weighing you down. George sped walked over to you, matching your pace. You glanced up at him, you were still angry at him.
"Hey, Y/N." George greeted sheepishly.
You looked up at him, "What?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."
You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
He stopped walking and faced you, "Look, I'm really sorry about this."
You looked at him for a moment, taking in his chocolate brown eyes and cute freckles. Oh, and his hair. But, his eyes… You could really get lost in his eyes.
"I shouldn't have asked you during potions." He said, sounding honestly remorseful.
You shrugged, "It's fine. Really." You spoke before walking again.
George caught up with you again, "I just had to ask you. I felt like I was going to explode. Let me make it up to you." He spoke with a grin.
"How so?" You asked, looking ahead.
George then took the stack of books from your arms, holding them for you. It was nice to not have to carry seven heavy books for a while.
"Let me take you to Hogsmeade after you study." He suggested and you stopped again, looking up at the redhead.
"After studying? I'm not sneaking out to Hogsmeade with you, George." You spoke, shaking your head.
George gave you a sad look, "Please, Y/N. Just let me make it up to you." He whispered, "Just give me a chance, please?"
You looked at him for a long moment, before sighing and looking away from him, crossing your arms. Was this real? Or was this a prank he and his brother had planned.
"Please, I promise it'll be worth it if we don’t get caught and get detention." He joked and you looked back at him. “And, we won’t.”
You bit your lip, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. But, when George gave you the puppy eyes, you couldn't say no.
"Fine."
He let out a breath of relief, "Thank you."
"Where are we meeting?" You asked, in a slightly hushed tone.
George smiled, "That hill that leads to the village, you know the one, right?" He asked and you nodded.
"Yeah, I'll meet you there at eight." You spoke and George nodded.
"Thank you, Y/N." He breathed a sigh of relief and started walking once more with you to your next class.
As you walked, and the more and more you thought over his words, the more you thought of them as genuine.
You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.
~~~
"He asked me to sneak out, I don’t fully know why I agreed.." You spoke on your bed, finishing your essay.
"Because he's persistent, Y/N. And, you’ve got a soft spot for the twin." Luna spoke beside you.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, "He's just so annoying, but sometimes... I just... I don't know… I just don’t get him." You stumbled.
Luna paused from her homework and looked up at you. "What?"
You shook your head, returning to your work. "No, it's nothing."
Luna placed her hand on your, pausing your writing. "It's not nothing. I'm your best friend. You can tell me."
You sighed, biting your lip, "I... I just, whenever I see him or am around him, I can't help but think he's... Cute." You cringed at yourself.
Luna giggled, "And you think that's bad?”
You sighed again, "I don't know, my head thinks it is!"
"And what does your heart tell you?" She asked, and you paused, thinking.
"That I should go for it.”
Luna nodded, patting your hand before going back to her work. "Yes, you should. You’ve liked him for a long time now. This is what you’ve been waiting for.”
You sighed, “Yeah, I guess so.” You paused. “How did you know I liked him?”
Luna smirked. “I just know.”
~~~
At the hill, you held your coat closer around you, a light snow began to fall around you, and you were glad you remembered your wand just in case anything were to happen.
"I'm here." George called out, you turned around, seeing George coming towards you.
He stopped in front of you and smiled, "Sorry I'm late, I had to get past Fred."
"It's fine." You spoke, and watched as George looked up into the night air and sighed.
"Didn't know it was going to snow." George muttered.
You tilted your head, "It's December."
"Yeah, well, I didn't know it was going to snow tonight though." He chuckled and blew on his hands to warm them up.
"Well, do you want to go now? Heard that Three Broomsticks is open until ten."
George nodded and held out his hand, you looked down at his hand for a moment, before taking it; surprising George.
The two of you walked down the hill, making your way into Hogsmeade, passing by The Leaky Cauldron and the quill shop. George went forward slightly and grabbed the Three Broomsticks's door and opened it for you. Surprising you this time. Inside, it was warm and cozy. You looked around the small pub and saw some other people sipping on drinks at the bar while others were at the tables. George led you to a empty table near the fireplace, letting you in the booth first, before he slid in next to you.
"Do you want me to get you a hot butterbeer?" George asked and you nodded with a grateful smile.
George stood up and made his way towards the bar, where he ordered two cups of hot butterbeer.
"Thanks." You thanked him, watching as he returned to the table with the drinks.
When he set down your drink in front of you, you immediately took it in your hands to warm them up.
"Thank you for coming, I really appreciate it." George said, but you just took another sip of your hot beverage.
"Well, if we get caught, you owe me." You joked and George laughed.
You both sat there quietly, sipping on your drinks, neither of you talking much. It was nice, just sitting in the warmth and quiet.
"So, George," You spoke, breaking the silence, "Why did you ask me out today?" You asked.
George looked at you, "You know, I've always wanted to take you out, but I didn't know how to approach you about it." He said, looking down at his drink.
You smiled slightly, letting him talk.
George cleared his throat, "But now that I've gotten the chance... Well, I don't know how to begin."
"Start at the beginning." You said.
George nodded, "Well, when I first saw you on the train, I thought you were beautiful. I... Liked you. Then, when I saw you again in the hall before Potions, I just couldn't get you out of my head. I... I knew I loved you at that point."
You blinked, feeling a little shocked. "Oh." You muttered.
He wasn’t ignoring you, he was just shy. Luna was right.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't until after I saw you in the Great Hall yesterday, when I realized that I should ask you out." George admitted. "Fred helped me gain my courage."
You chuckled, "You have a good brother."
"Yeah, I do." He spoke softly.
You two were silent once more. You sipped on your butterbeer, enjoying the warmth it brought to your body.
"I've liked you since second year." You spoke up suddenly.
George looked up at you, surprised, "Really?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.
"Yeah." You said, smiling slightly.
"I... I think that's sweet."
You chuckled, "It's not as amazing as your story though."
"Well, I have a plan for our second date," George spoke, "But I don't want to mess it up."
"How long have you been planning this?" You smirked, finishing your butterbeer.
"Well, I've had an idea for a perfect date for at least five years now." George chuckled, "I'm just glad I finally found the guts to ask you out."
"Me too." You mumbled, setting your cup down on the table.
George sighed blissfully, "I never thought you would like me back. I thought you thought I was annoying and just agreed to come with me to get it over with or something."
"I didn't at first, but you've seemed to win me over with your amazing personality." You teased.
George laughed, "What about my amazing looks?"
You sighed, "Your looks were a big part too." You joked.
George laughed harder than you expected, which was surprising, you've only heard him laugh like that with Fred.
"You're lucky," He laughed, "You can have all of me now, amazing personality, looks, and all."
You sputtered a laugh, clutching your stomach. "Shut up!" You exclaimed and George laughed louder at that.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But seriously, Y/N, you're amazing. I didn't think you liked me. At all, really. I thought you were ignoring me most of the time." George muttered.
"Ignoring you? I tried but I couldn’t. I thought you were ignoring me." You murmured, your cheeks flushing.
"Really? I'm sorry you thought I was. I wasn't, I just didn't know what to say to you yet." George said, reaching across the table and taking your hand. "What a weird misunderstanding."
"I know. But, I'm glad you asked me out. I'm happy we are friends now. And that we can be more than friends." You looked up at him. "We're more than friends right?" You asked nervously.
"If you want us to be." He replied with a soft smile.
You closed your eyes and sighed, "Yes." You spoke, opening your eyes to look back at him. "I want us to be more than friends."
George smiled, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, continuing to make eye contact with you.
"Then, we will be." He whispered. "I love you, Y/N."
You blinked, hearing those words for the first time. It was a lot to take in.
"I love you too." You giggled, "Even if it's only our first date."
George chuckled, "Well, we've known each other since the first year." He added.
You laughed, "True."
"But, I'd like to get to know you better, Y/N." George said, "I mean, I know you're a Ravenclaw, your cousin is Malfoy, you love to read, your favorite color is F/C, and you hate bananas... But, I want to know everything about you." He spoke softly. "Like who is in that golden locket of yours, or what you wanted to be when you grew up."
You smiled, your heart fluttering faster at George's words.
"I'll tell you everything." You spoke, leaning closer. "But, I want to know everything about you too."
George sighed happily and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips parted slightly as you kissed back. Reaching up, George ran his hand into your hair, holding the back of your head. Placing your hand on his jaw, you scooted closer in the booth. Pulling away briefly, you looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You’d really tell me everything?” You asked softly, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.
"I'd give you my life, light, and soul if you asked me to, darling." George spoke with so much emotion, before you brought him into another kiss.
#george weasly x reader#george weasley#george weasley x you#george weasley x female reader#ravenclaw reader#fluff#cute#slight angst#harry potter#hp fandom#hogwarts#harry potter fandom#harry potter series#george weasley fanfiction
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autumn starting is putting me in a marauder mood apparently 🍂
#art#fanart#harry potter#harry potter fanart#the prisoner of azkaban#remus lupin#sirius black#moony#padfoot#wolfstar#remus x sirius#cute#wizarding world#dogs are hard to draw#the author-who-must-not-be-named kinda put me off this series for a while honestly#but I’m starting to separate the art from the artist a bit more now#obviously still don’t support her though ofc
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Case Study of Why Drarry > Dramione
Book 5, Chapter 10
Harry looked around; he had expected this, but that did not make the sight of Draco Malfoy smirking at him from between his cronies Crabbe and Goyle any more enjoyable.
“What?” he said aggressively, before Malfoy could open his mouth.
“Manners, Potter, or I’ll have to give you a detention,” drawled Malfoy, whose sleek blond hair and pointed chin were just like his father’s. “You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.”
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville laughed. Malfoy’s lip curled.
“Tell me, how does it feel being second-best to Weasley, Potter?” he asked.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” said Hermione sharply.
“I seem to have touched a nerve,” said Malfoy, smirking. “Well, just watch yourself, Potter, because I’ll be dogging your footsteps in case you step out of line.”
“Get out!” said Hermione, standing up.
Sniggering, Malfoy gave Harry a last malicious look and departed, Crabbe and Goyle lumbering in his wake. Hermione slammed the compartment door behind them and turned to look at Harry, who knew at once that she, like him, had registered what Malfoy had said and been just as unnerved by it.
Draco doesn't give enough of a damn about Hermione to purposely seek her out. Unlike Harry (and Ron). Look at all the interesting dialogue he and Harry have. That energy! For all Draco hates mudbloods, he hardly gives Hermione the time of day, unless he is already bothering Harry/Ron. She may as well be invisible in this scene. That's my boy!
Let me summarize this snippet and most other Draco & golden trio confrontations, your honour!
#lol#draco malfoy#draco is such a cute vindictive drama queen#golden trio#hermione granger#anti dramione#canon based dramione is boring#drarry#harry potter and the order of the phoenix#harry james potter#harry potter series#draco and harry are obsessed with each other#and draco goes after ron just as much as harry#hp memes#ron weasley#drarry > dramione#Im not saying there arent amazing dramione creators and it does not have potential to be an interesting ship#But it does not have much canon nuggets
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