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neytirisheaven · 6 months

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HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST ் ༘

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[ ❏ legend , ]

✿ fluff ! ☁︎ angst ! ★ smut !

♥︎ personal favorite ! ✓ complete !

ᝰ currently writing !

marauders era ──

❛ james potter ❜

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ᝰ | tell me that i'm all you want:

( afterglow, taylor swift )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH lily's sudden attraction to james has him thrown for a loop, and you're not sure if you have his heart any longer

ᝰ | been about three years since i dated you:

( broken clocks, sza )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH your breakup with james was already beginning to hit its three year mark when he shows up at your doorstep

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❛ sirius black ❜

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✓ | i can't lose when i'm with you:

( snooze, sza )

✿

IN WHICH sirius is so desperately in love with you, and the rest of the marauders help him execute his extravagant plan to ask you out

ᝰ | i'm so proud i got to love you once:

( sugarplum elegy, niki )

☁︎

IN WHICH it's the first wizarding war and you're visiting your ex, sirius, in his apartment

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❛ remus lupin ❜

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ᝰ | i can't stop thinkin' 'bout you:

( thinkin bout you, katie )

✿

IN WHICH your little hallway crush on one of the infamous marauders, remus lupin, turns into something more

ᝰ | do you feel the love?:

( double take, dhruv )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH remus is as oblivious as they come, and you're tired of dropping all those hints that never get picked up

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❛ regulus black ❜

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✓ | she's all i wanna be so bad:

↳ ✓ | how could i ever compete with that?

( she's all i wanna be, tate mcrae )

☁︎

IN WHICH being best friends with regulus black isn't all that great, especially when your feelings get thrown away for some new transfer student from beauxbatons

ᝰ | i've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom:

( good 4 u, olivia rodrigo )

✿

IN WHICH your breakup with your best friend's brother leaves you sobbing in the bathroom, and you're not as quiet as you think you are when regulus bursts in

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lightning era ──

❛ harry potter ❜

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ᝰ | i'll keep it a secret:

( secret, stemo & rich kim )

✿

IN WHICH you tell harry about a little crush you have

ᝰ | why you gotta be like that?:

( y u gotta b like that, audrey mika )

☁︎

IN WHICH it's nearing the yule ball, and harry completely disregards your existence . . . like he always does

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❛ fred weasley ❜

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ᝰ | i'll disconnect and keep the heart safe:

( love is (not) easy, chase atlantic )

☁︎

IN WHICH fred, as always, flirts with you, his best friend, and you can't take it anymore

ᝰ | don't be dishonest:

( don't, bryson tiller )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH you've barely just picked up the pieces of your heart and pieced them back together, and when word gets out that you like fred, it all falls apart once again

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❛ george weasley ❜

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ᝰ | burning photos:

( die for you, joji )

☁︎

IN WHICH george broke up with you for angelina after fred's death, and you're finally beginning to let go of him

ᝰ | i need love and affection:

( loveeeeeee song, rihanna & future )

✿

IN WHICH george has been a bit distant recently, with preparations for his joke shop with fred, and you ask for just a bit more attention

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ᝰ | you ain't my boyfriend:

( boyfriend, ariana grande & social house )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH both you and george need a little help getting your crushes jealous, so you turn to each other for assistance

❛ draco malfoy ❜

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ᝰ | i can give you love for free:

( escort, chase atlantic )

✿

IN WHICH draco's incessant teasing has an underlying motive

ᝰ | so long as we keep this lowkey:

( lowkey, niki )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH draco asks you to keep your newly established relationship under wraps from his parents and friends, and you're fine with it until it finally clicks

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❛ mattheo riddle ❜

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ᝰ | tell me that you love me and prove it:

( 7pm, lizzy mcalpine & lilacs. )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH you begin to toss and turn at mattheo's newfound fondness of toxicity towards you and your relationship, and the sight of him with another girl is the final straw

ᝰ | maybe this is just lies:

( love affair, umi )

☁︎

IN WHICH your dynamic with mattheo is built off of what you believe is trust, but what he knows as lies

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❛ theodore nott ❜

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ᝰ | she said "don't get too attached":

( heaven sent, tevomxntana )

☁︎

IN WHICH theodore begins to fall for you and your witty and sarcastic personality, but when you told him to not get attached, you meant it

ᝰ | chase two girls, lose the one:

( cardigan, taylor swift )

☁︎✿

IN WHICH you're one of the two girls that theodore can't keep his eyes, hands, nor mind off of, but as they say, "chase two girls, lose the one"

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❛ others ❜

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lyxyhii · 1 year

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Summary: the day after doing "it" for the first time, y/n scrambles to get dressed and loses her purity ring. Little did she know, draco had it. And wasn't planning on giving it back.

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I got out of bed and began to get dressed buttoning my white shirt up and putting my skirt on.

After that, I grabbed my Hufflepuff tie off the floor and through it over my shoulders. I didn't want to tie it right now.

I thought I was all ready when I felt that my sapphire purity ring I always wore wasn't on my finger.

"shit." I whispered in a panic.

Draco was sat against his head board, he hands behind has head. He a smirk plastered all over his face.

"have you seen my purity ring draco?" I said in a panic.

"even if I did, why do you need a purity ring when your no longer what they deem as pure" he sarcastically said.

"I need it because my parents gave it to me and if they saw me without my purity ring, they'd kill me," I explained to him.

He laughed a little than from behind his head he flashed the ring.

"you little bitch," I joked.

His smirk was bigger than ever. He was enjoying my anger.

I walked to the side of the bed he was on and tried to grab it but he moved it quickly.

"Draco! Seriously." I groaned. My frown had a little smile behind it.

"how about we make a deal. I can wear this ring on a necklace till you go home, than you can have it. But till than, I get it," he negotiated with me.

"And why do you want to wear my purity ring around your neck," I questioned.

He snickered than said,

"because than everyone can know how I fucked you after the party last night."

My face became red as a strawberry, I was flustered by his words.

"aww, I got you all flustered. Didn't I?" He laughed.

I covered my face, trying to hide his embarrased he was making me feel.

Draco took my hands off my face and made me look at him, staring deep into my eyes.

"you didn't say no to my idea so I'm gonna take that as a yes."

"fine draco, you win." I sighed as I admitted defeat.

He grabbed the chain from the side of his bed and put the ring on it, than put the chain on.

I will admit, he did look hot wearing my ring on his neck. But now everyone in the school will know I lost my virginity to Draco Malfoy at my first ever party.

Draco stood up from bed and I remembered he was naked.

Staring at his figure as he got dressed slowly.

"take a picture darling, it will last longer," he joked.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. Than I walked over to him.

"I'm going to head back to my dorm, I probably worried my housemates," I said softly.

He nodded and put his hand on my cheek, than pulled me into a soft kiss.

Once I pulled away, a big grin appeared on my face.

The next day, I walked past him the hallways, the necklace shined brightly and brought him a lot of attention. And me too.

He began to play with it and look at me, smirking and looking back at his friends.

He's was very proud of what he did to me yesterday night.

And I'm happy he did it.

#draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter #y/n #draco malfoy #puritiy ring #story #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fluff #harry potter au #hermine granger #fred wesley #draco #malfoyfamily #hufflepuff #slytherin #griffindor #ravenclaw

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 1 year

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

Fred: If something breaks?

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

Fred: If it doesn't work?

Y/n: We blame Ron.

Ron: Seriously, guys, what the hell?!

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bitterspoons · 10 days

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For once, I thought it was me.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friend—Angelina—to the ball thinking she's his soulmate.

use of y/n

Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff

Word Count:

part one / part two coming soon

A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au 😭—it's fine and I hope you like it.

"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor table—almost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.

"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.

Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "Sorry—I just—I ran—oh god I'm dying—" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a second—continue your conversation..."

Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."

Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.

"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."

Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hall—why aren't you with Willow?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.

"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."

Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."

Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"

In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.

Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was just— he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.

Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.

"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.

"Chéri?!" Angelina cackled—not a fan of pet names in the slightest.

George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."

Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.

The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "Uh—Y/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.

"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's pen—sticking it behind her ear—and running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.

"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.

"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.

"Huh? Oh—Y/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."

"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"

"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."

"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"

Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."

Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.

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Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.

When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebody—a CD player in the background as they laughed.

It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelina—actually his soulmate?

He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.

Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.

"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.

Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.

"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."

"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.

Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd think—about as common as dyslexia.

Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.

"Well—my soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.

"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"

"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.

"Your soulmate or your crush?"

"Maybe both!"

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Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!

Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talk—never making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.

His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard it—especially since he's heard it since he was little.

And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.

Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.

Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.

Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"

Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"

Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."

Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking around—seeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"

"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."

Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He said hopefully.

"Can you do me a favour?"

Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.

"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."

Fred thought for a moment—but who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easy—having learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.

So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"

Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."

Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.

So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.

The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleep—ignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.

Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.

"Chéri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fall—okay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.

Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.

Fred was halfway to the common room—walking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.

Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weight—Fred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.

Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint Angelina—Fred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.

Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.

Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?

Maybe it’s his soulmate’s best friend.

What was her name again? Y/n?

Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.

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Girls Dorm #207

- Susan Bones

- Lia Diggory

- Y/n L/n

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Praising Merlin that she didn’t have too many roommates— He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didn’t slip.

"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.

Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"

The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.

Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.

Fred smiled before looking at her desk—tons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.

The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress

Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.

"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."

"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your h—never mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"

"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.

"What? Ya know what—" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"

Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.

"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.

A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.

Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.

He didn't understand it—instead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.

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Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her planner—you could see her running up and down the halls all day.

"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"

Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.

Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walking—flipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dresses—not noticing the stair cases changing directions.

Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huh—?"

""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.

"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.

"I don' know," Fred admitted.

"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.

The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that note—you have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"

"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.

"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."

"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. “It’s fine we’re almost there, Willow’s gonna be upset.”

“Who?”

Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.

“Willow! Calm down! This isn’t Ron! This is a different Weasley!” Y/n started yelling.

“Willow? As in the Whomping Willow?!”

“Stop moving!” Y/n snapped, petting the branches. “Willow didn’t like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has like— Weasley trauma.”

Fred cackled. “Weasley trauma?” A tree branch slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“She’s very sensitive.” Y/n defended. “Speaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isn’t as hideous.”

“Don’t worry— I just have a normal suit… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve brought it so I just wore it—”

“That’s perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?”

Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.

“Oh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!” Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"

"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.

Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.

"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.

"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."

Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."

Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.

"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"

Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?

"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.

"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.

"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black one—Hey!"

Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging out—still in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.

Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to see—" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.

Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "Touché," She smiled—desperately hoping she wasn't blushing.

"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.

"Oh—uh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks better—you looked like you were going to a funeral."

“Then why do I never see you guys hang out?”

Y/n thinks before answering. “I like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.”

“Why not hang out with Angelina?”

“Uh- Well Alicia and I don’t really get along so I don’t want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.”

So that’s why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. “Why the kitchen?”

“Because the house elves love me.” Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. “Besides, I like baking.”

Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. “Do you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?”

“The brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.”

Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.

“Speaking of food… It’s dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.” Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.

Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"

"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."

"Alright then, I'll see you around?"

"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.

Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.

(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #harry potter #harry potter fandom #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #idk what im doing #hufflepuff reader #wizarding world #soulmate au

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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hello! 🌷 is it okay to request weasley twins x hufflepuff reader that was tortured by umbridge, but didn't give away the prank / bad thing that the twins did? out of loyalty for them

maybe comfort too, since they're thankful to reader and also feel guilty for what umbridge done to her. could be pre-dating or already dating them !!

have a lovely day 🎀

As a Hufflepuff who would have 100% been forced to not use their wheelchair because Umbridge would think I was faking my disability for attention, yeah we gonna get some Whump in this shit. ((Lowkey having some rough shit going on mentally so some vent fic like this will be hella. Thanks anon! Perfect timing!

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Honey Wounds

Warning: Violence, Umbridge in general, blood, torture, whump, hurt/comfort 🎆🐝🎇

“Where’s little bumble bee-?” The twins would worry, as they had wondered why you didn’t show up to the secret little defense class Harry started up. Where could their little Hufflepuff be? Had them a little worried. By little, it was a lot. Things have been getting a lot more tense recently. Umbridge was really hammering down, and she was making her mission to find a way to get those two into Azkaban. By any means possible. The only reason she hasn’t was probably because of Percy somehow. As they worried, someone was quick to grab them.

“Fred, George, something bad happened. Something really bad happened-!” The first year was crying, and the duo were on red alert now. The poor kid was in to many tears to really speak, so they figured there was no need to. George was quick to pick the first year up, as the child was just pointing. Fred was in the running lead, as George was trying to comfort the child. The poor kid was hiccuping, and seeming so scared. Something bad happened, and they had to figure out what it was. That’s when they saw it. Blood on the barrels, like someone was slapping bloody hand’s desperately to get into the Hufflepuff dorm.

“Shit shit shit, what did she do now-?” Fred hissed, as he tried to focus on entering the dorm. Having to get literal blood on his hands, in order to get inside. With the pattern played, the duo were able to run inside. Left to see the Hufflepuff dorm full of noise. So many students all busy and around someone. When Hannah Abbott noticed the twins, she stepped away. Pulling away fellow students, and the horror was on display.

“Fred, George…..?” It was you, and you were not looking hot. Not looking hot at all. You were horribly pale, and your hands looked as if they had been through a chopping block. The fellow Puff’s had done their best to try and help, but it was like they wouldn’t stop bleeding. George had instantly covered the first years eyes, despite the fact the child had long seen it. It was just habit after all.

“WHAT HAPPENED-?!” Fred was soon by your side, while George was quick to hand the child off to someone. Now he was on your other side. You were just to tired to really process it all, given the blood loss. If it wasn’t for their brilliant hair, you would have assumed it was just more worried Hufflepuff’s. Just trying so hard to help. It’s rather scary. Sure, it’s Hogwarts. Things get violent, but this wasn’t just a random accident. Nor some run in with a beast. This was a woman who wanted to hurt.

“I didn’t tell her. I didn’t tell her-“ You managed to say, with a smile. The twins looked at each other, wondering what you were blabbering about, before they were quick to take over. The Puff’s made sure to stay out of their way, as the twins were able to move in ever perfect unison. Not needing to speak, to move. Fred was quick to start emptying their bags, as George was taking care in trying to wash the wounds on your hands.

“I know it’s in here, come on out you bastard-“ Fred hissed, as he sorted through the assortment of old tins they had collected. Each with its own experiment, as George tried to not freak out. Seeing you hurt like this. It was making him feel so many emotions. Anger at Umbridge, fear for what that woman will do next, sadness for your pain, anxiety on it Ron and Ginny would be next. It was all so loud in his eyes, as he tried not to let the tears spill.

“Found it-!” Fred sighed, as he was quick to start lathering a strange substance on your hands. It felt rather strange. As if he was lathering your open wounds with pudding. You expected it to hurt, but it was rather nice. Very cooling to your burning wounds. It would soon seem to harden on your fingers and palms. As if stopping you from bleeding, and absorbing the blood. Forcing it to stay inside. If you weren’t so dizzy, you would praise them for being so smart.

“Bumble Bee….What happened?” Fred asked, as George was busy with someone. Quick to get some water from one of the prefects, and try and nurse it into your body. George was gentle, and you needed it. You choked on it, but he knew you had to drink some. You lost alot of blood, and you had to stay hydrated. He would keep your head against his chest, as you managed to get some down. Enough to satisfy him, and calm his nerves. You could feel how sweaty his hands were, with worry, as he stroked your hair. With a few minutes to breath, you spoke.

“She brought me to her office. Asked me who had broken in it last night. I said I didn’t know. She didn’t like that, but I didn’t give up.” You smiled, as the twins were staring in horror. They broke into her office, last night. They swore they didn’t leave behind a trace. They had to break in. She confiscated Ginny’s bracelet. Said she fiddled with it too much. It was made just for her, by Bill. Ever since the incident in the chamber of secrets, she was more susceptible to dark magic. So, a Curse breaker made her something to help. Umbridge was actively putting her in danger. How could they not protect their little sister?

“It was a trap…..She did that on purpose-“ Fred realized, as it made sense. Of course they would break in to get it back. That horrid woman. “Can’t believe she dragged you into this. I mean, I can, but you get the point I’m making here! We’re so sorry Honey Bee-“ George would soon echo, as he kissed your head. Feeling so guilty. You didn’t blame them, of course, but they sure didn’t stop feeling guilty.

“It’s ok. Im ok. Ginny needed it. Like I would ever rat you two out.” You tried to reassure them, but their minds were made up. They had to do something about Umbridge. This woman was going insane. The twins swore she wasn’t aware that you three were in a relationship of sorts. They were magical twins. Not fair to compare them to muggle ones. They shared a partner, no big deal. Communication makes the dream work. Seems like maybe you three communicated in the wrong hallway one to many times, and she put two and two together.

“We are going to fix this. We promise.” The twins spoke, as they comforted you. George with keeping your head to his chest, as Fred was between your legs. Hugging your stomach, and nuzzling into your thigh. Just needing to hold onto you. As if you would disintegrate into his hands then and there. You would have comforted him, but it didn’t seem like your hands wanted to exist at the moment.

“Looks like we can’t wait for that down payment any longer. Now or never.” George said, as Fred gave a defeated sigh. He was right. If they stayed at Hogwarts any longer, Merlin knows who else she will drag into their mess. George was right, it was now or never. Because never means they’ll be in Azkaban for murdering her at this point.

“Say, Bumble bee….Think you can handle living in a rundown hollowed building for a while?” Fred asked, as you tried to focus your eyes. You didn’t really understand half of what they were saying, but you knew this. Wherever they went, you would follow. “What makes it any different from a dungeon?�� You tried to joke, and that seemed to solidify the deal. Look out world, the Weasley Twins were about to show off their latest invention.

The WhizBang

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gaianyx · 9 months

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Hii! How do you think Fred would react when he finds out Y/N had left a lipstick stain on his face (she kissed his cheek in the morning) and he had been walking around all day with it without noticing it?

Hope it makes sense, have a lovely day xx

Marked By You

by Jane F. Nyx

A/N: Heyy, thanks for your request!! I loved the idea and did my best to deliver it. I haven't been active those last few months because i was going trough a bad writers block ;-; But now I'm back again with new stories already in the oven ;)

Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :)) Proof read.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Reader

W/C: 1.K

Hope you all enjoy it!!

"Bye, honey," was the last thing that I heard after she kissed me on the cheek and headed to her last lesson of the day.

Her smell... Intoxicating.

I followed her with my eyes until she turned left, out of the Great Hall. Her hair swayed when she walked away. She was stunning. This girl had me on a hook and she definitely knew it.

"You have a little drool over here," George said pointing to the corner of his own mouth, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," I shoved his shoulder slightly, and George started laughing even harder. "Just saying that this girl has you on the tip of her finger. You, my dearest brother, are in l o v e," he made a heart with his hands. Wanting to drop the subject I tried to stay silent, but still said under my breath "Yeah, maybe I am,".

Me and Y/N had been best friends for a long long time, our parents knowing each other having most to do with it. But our friendship turned out to be much more, I confessed, she confessed and here we were. Almost five months later, now officially together but still keeping it private. And still, none of us had had the guts to say those three magical words, that mean more than what they show.

Maybe soon…

Me and George got up after a little chat with the group, they were laughing a little more than normal giggling like girls, but I guessed it had something to do with George's comment and I let it be.

Heading to our class I had a feeling I was being watched, and while paying more attention I began to hear the whispering. I was almost a hundred procent sure it was because of me.

Not trying to brag, but I was kind of used to it. Before me and Y/N were something I was a girls man, if you know what I mean. After one particular summer and a huge glow-up, they suddenly had eyes for me, and don’t get me wrong but I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip.

Even tho I and Y/N were now official, we were private. Most not knowing we were together, but we never denied it when asked.

This could explain the whispering, but still. Am I so irresistible? Nah, hahaha. I tried to ignore it and continued my journey to Professor McGonagall's class.

But the whispering and stars did not stop even when I entered the classroom, instead, it became clear that it was about me, I just had no clue why. It was only when Professor McGonagall entered the classroom that it stopped. As usual.

She scanned the room, looking for any imperfections or unusualities. Her eyes roomed the class from the very back until they stopped, where I was sitting. She walked to us, me, George and Lee and stopped right in front of our desk, looking directly at me. I am not going to lie, she was a very intimidating person and this time I had no clue as to what I had done wrong. I tried my best to think about what I had done wrong this time, I really did, but still, nothing had crossed my mind.

Then she spoke, “As much as I think that this colour suits you very well Mr Weasley, it is not appropriate to have this marked on your cheek,” she stayed serious, hands crossed behind her back. ‘My cheek?’ I thought, what could possibly be marked on my cheek, “Could you please walk to the toilet and wash your face, after that, you are welcome back in my classroom hopefully without the whispering. You are apparently a popular person Mr Weasley,” she walked back to her place behind her own desk. Eyes following me as I left I did as she told and walked myself to the closest toilet curious as to what she was talking about.

As soon as I walked in I saw it, it was crystal clear, I had been marked by you, your signature lipstick was now the main attraction on my white cheek. I wished I could have framed your kiss, girl, you made me soft and I loved it.

I loved you, shit!

Those three words again, they stayed in my head as I washed my face, as I walked back to class and in class, I was working on automatic, malfunctioning, all because of you.

It was only when the bell rang that I finally awoke from my trance. Transfiguration had been my last period of the day so I headed to our spot, knowing it was also your last period of the day.

Shit! There I was again thinking about the words, the kiss, you… You, you looked stunning, unaware I had already spotted you.

I walked to you and touched your shoulder, a beautiful smile appeared on your face when you realised it was me. God, I was so danm lucky.

Maybe now…

“I love you,” shit, I said it, did you even hear it? Your smile brightened, yep, you definitely heard it. “What took you so long?” and you kissed me, you kissed me at our spot, the place we had finally confessed our feelings, the place I had finally said it, I said I loved you.

This was everything I had wished for, you were everything I had wished for.

Our lips let go of each other, now able to breathe again after this amazing kiss we had shared, our foreheads now touching as we tried to even our breath, “You know? I didn’t hear you say it…” I looked into her eyes through my lashes, she toke some distance and rested her hands on my neck, “Frederick Gideon Weasley, I love you!”.

“Finally!” exclaimed a happy Lee who turned to George that was next to him (not as happy), “George, you owe me ten galleons!”

-“Seriously Fred, why couldn’t you have waited one day?!” George crossed his arms and headed to his dorm as Y/N and I laughed.

Requests: Open

A/N: Thank you very much for reading this post, it means a lot!

If you enjoyed this post pls don’t forget to like and reblog <3333

See you on the next post,

xoxo Jane

#harry potter #weasley twins #fred weasley x reader #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #fred weasley #george weasley #hogwarts #hufflepuff #griffindor #fred weasley x gnreader #slytherin #ravenclaw #fred weasley fluff

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wynt3rrr · 1 year

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—NSFW: favorite sex position

harry potter:

reverse cowgirl

hermione granger:

doggy style

draco malfoy:

the butterfly

ron weasley:

luna lovegood:

butter churner

george weasley:

seated wheelbarrow

fred weasley:

woman astride

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incorrectharrypotterblog · 2 years

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*Harry and Ron arguing*

Ron: imagine waking up and the first thing you have to grab is a pair of glasses

#harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry potter #hogwarts #hermione granger #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco malfoy #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #fred weasley #george weasley #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #gryffindor #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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*Y/n and Lee laughing their asses off*

George: Merlin, are they drunk?

Y/n: We are not drunk! *Continues to laugh*

Lee: Yeah! We lust jack oxygen!....we juck last oxygen? We luck jast- fuck.

Y/n: *laughing to the point she falls to the floor* I can't breath *wheezes*

Fred: Yeah they're either drunk or Lee is having a stroke and Y/n might just be high.

Y/n: *gasp* I am not high!...Heh,luck jast-*starts laughing again*

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karahofthedawn · 1 year

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You Owe Us One (Part 6) - The Amended Agreement

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

After a steamy argument at the Yule Ball, you are asked to meet Fred and George at your usual spot. You're tired of the back and forth and are determined to figure out just what the brothers want.

Words: 4.1k

Contains: Oral sex (male and female), vaginal and anal sex, edging and threesome. No incest.

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The stars above are nothing but a distant memory as you fumble your way back to the Yule Ball with the bitter cold winter wind nipping at your heels. There was still a sea of students on the dance floor that you carefully elbow your way through.

You aren't entirely sure how this meeting is going to go with both of the Weasley twins. Part of you is angry with George for not being truthful when you had repeatedly asked if his brother was fine with him taking you to the dance. It not only made you look like a jerk, but it caused unnecessary tension between them. If you had any clue that Fred would be so jealous, then you would have called the entire date off.

Yet, you aren't regretful of tonight either. Being in George's arms on the dance floor felt like a dream come true. The way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you made you feel like you were dancing in the clouds. He always had the effortless ability to prove that you are the only person in his mind when he was with you.

Though learning the fact that they hadn’t intended for these rendezvous to continue is weighing heavily on your mind. It’s not like you had either, but learning that it was something they had discussed with each other and not you was a bit infuriating.

You snap out of your thoughts as you approach the table that George had been seated with his brother and friends. He was gone, leaving a very flustered Ron behind. The messy dark haired boy, Harry, looks up from his hands and gives a polite smile.

"George just left," he says and slouches back into his chair.

You notice that the girls that were with them have vanished too. You decide that it is probably why they're so glum. Being dumped by a date in the middle of a dance wouldn't be a great experience for anyone.

You move closer so that they can hear you over the Weird Sisters. "Did you see where he went?"

"I don't know and I don't care," Ron snaps and crosses his arms.

Harry rubs the bridge of his nose and quickly responds with, "he left with Fred, but I don't know where they headed off to."

Right, Fred did say he was going to get George first then meet her in the secret room. It just feels wrong leaving the Yule Ball without him. You were hoping that you could have some time to get an honest explanation on why George hid Fred's jealousy from you.

"Thanks," you say with a nod.

I guess that solves it then, you'll just have to make your way there alone and quickly. The last thing you need is to gather attention from any of the professors or your classmates.

Not just that, but the encounter with Fred pushing you against that rough stone wall left you yearning for more. There was something so different about how he touched you. It's like the ball of jealousy in his gut that was festering inside of him for weeks finally bursted when he put his hands on you. You play the scenario over and over in your head while walking through the dark tunnels. You know you're supposed to wait until later, but it was impossible when all you could think about was being around them again and possibly getting some answers.

It didn't take long for you to find that familiar damp hallway. The door is partially ajar and the dancing flames guide you to the threshold. The murmur of their argument immediately stops as you push your way into the room.

Fred and George are scowling at each other, then soften as they look at you. George is the first to reach you with outstretched arms. You take a step back away from him and close the door behind you. He scans your face, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"What is it, Y/N?" He asks, lowering his now wringing hands.

"Oh come off it," Fred snaps. "You couldn't hide the truth forever."

George glances between you and his brother. "What did you tell her?"

"That you both agreed that this was only supposed to be a one time thing," you answer for him. "That this was supposed to end after the first time we.. well," you trail off as you nod towards the couch. You lower your gaze and feel your cheeks grow warm.

George huffs and pulls at his tie, shooting daggers at Fred. "Because we were trying to focus on our future! But things have changed, and he knows that."

The tension in the room only thickens as Fred strides to your side and drapes an arm over your shoulders. For a moment they stare at each other. From the subtle movements and expressions from both brothers, you know that there was a battle going on in their own strange twin telepathic way. You wonder if this was normal, or if they were holding back their frustrations with each other because you are present.

"Georgie is right about that," Fred says, breaking the silence at once. "Things have changed."

George crosses his arms and his eyes flick between the both of you. His jaw clenches as Fred's arm tightens his arm around you, resembling just how his twin did in the crowd of the Yule ball. Anxiety is building in your chest as the conversation goes to another stand still.

Are you supposed to interject yourself and calm the situation? Even though it is about you, it doesn't necessarily feel like your place to do so. You watch as they continue to stare each other down like two distrustful feral cats. You can feel the muscles in Fred's forearm twitch every time George slightly shifts.

Are they really about to fight?

You see George open his mouth, and without a second thought you decide to interject with a confident and stern, "listen!"

They both raise their brows in surprise and look at you. With anxiety knotting in your stomach you pull away from Fred and stand between them, your arms tight against your chest. You aren't sure what to follow this up with, but letting them solve this themselves doesn't seem to be cutting it.

"I don't know what you both agreed on exactly before we 'officially met'," you start shakily with your gaze glued to the stone floor. "But whatever it was, I wasn't even informed of any of it until tonight. That isn't fair, especially because it seems as if you were just going to ditch me after."

As the words left your mouth the realization of how careless they both were with you hit like a ton of bricks. Being with them was something you had wanted for so long. Those few times that you were entwined with both was beyond comparable to anything. Yet, you have wanted more from the very beginning, not just a few hookups.

"It's like you hadn't even thought about how I'd feel after all of this," you hiss as you dig your nails into your biceps. "What if things hadn't changed? Was I supposed to just move on?" You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You blink them away quickly and finally lift your chin to face them.

Both of the boys are standing there stiffly, like two kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't have. George is wiping his palms on his black dress robes, avoiding your gaze all together. Fred watches you with a frown pulling at his lips.

You turn on your heel and brush past them, you grab the cold metal of the door and open it. The darkness of the passageway greets you.

"Here I thought you both really liked me," you cry out, your voice echoing back at you. "But it turns out that you are just fighting over me like I'm some toy."

The door slips from your hands and it slams in front of you. You stand frozen in place as a pair of footsteps approach from behind you.

"Now that's just mean to say," one of them says.

The other finishes with, "really, is that what you think of us?"

You swing around and see them towering over you with matching concerned expressions. They both are back in sync with their arms crossed, like their argument with each other was distant history.

"We were never going to ditch you," Fred starts.

"Never!" George exclaims. "We aren't that callous."

You wipe away tears from your red cheeks and lean back against the wooden door.

"We didn't know what to make of you, Y/N." Fred says earnestly as he reaches out and gently caresses your arm with his fingers. "Sure, we wanted to focus on our future."

George finishes with, "but we just couldn't stop thinking about you. Even after we tried to get it out of our system."

"It's true!" Fred says while nodding. "Bloody hell, it's like you're a drug."

You blush and glance between the now smiling Weasley twins. Your heart skips a beat as the knowledge of how they really feel sinks in. They take one of your hands each to pull you towards them.

Here you are again now, between the two people you can never get enough of. Your thighs squeeze together as the memories and urges flood in and coarse through your mind and veins.

You nervously swallow, then ask the question that's been burning in your mind. "Then what should we do?"

The brothers regard each other for a few seconds, then George examines you as his thumb catches the last of your tears. Then the sentence that comes next from him sends you into orbit.

"We are going to share you."

“Share?” You repeat back and step back, bumping into his ginger haired twin behind you.

“I think that was always the idea,” Fred responds and places both hands on your shoulders.

George nods, his eyes squinting from his large grin. “Even if we never said it outloud.”

You are left speechless as their words echo in your brain. Is this another dream? Could this really be what they want? Before you can think of what to say, Fred turns you and holds your chin with his forefinger and thumb. His irises capture the flames from the fireplace behind you, the color perfectly matching his copper hair.

“That is, if you’ll have us,” He muses with a lifting brow. “Right, George?”

“Right,” he agrees with a chuckle. Two hands slither from your lower back and land on your hips. Your breath hitches as George’s warm breath tickles your skin. The shadows that are stretched across the floor and up the stonewall show his silhouette enveloping yours. Even quieter than before, he leans forward and whispers, “and selfishly I hope you say yes.”

You want to stay angry, to hold your ground and walk away from this situation that will no doubt become a disaster, but there was no hope of that. Their attention is already fully on you, their claws hooking into the desires that you so deeply have for them. How can you ever tell them no? You are burning for them at your very core, and it was building so rapidly that your answer came out in a hasty and breathy, “Yes.”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab Fred by the collar and pull him into a hungry kiss. The taste of the punch from the Yule Ball lingers on his tongue. A ball of jealousy pangs in your chest as you wonder if Angelina had tasted him tonight as well. This only fuels you to grip onto his neck with both hands, leaving tiny crescent marks from your nails. He breathes out sharply, enjoying the sensation of you digging into his flesh. You want everyone to see it, so nobody else dares to tread on what you have with him again.

George moves fluidly with you both, brushing your hair off your shoulders so he can trail kisses over your exposed shoulder. His teeth sinks into the crook of your neck, his tongue rolling against your tender skin as he sucks lightly. You break the kiss with Fred and crane your neck to the side, tiny moans escaping as he increases his bite. Your world is spinning as they both press against you and sandwich you between their bodies.

As George releases his bite, he spins you to face him. He meets your lips softly, his palms holding your flushed face as he probes your mouth. His fingers move to tangle in your hair. Fred grips your hips with force as he pushes his erection against your ass. You gasp and hold onto the twin in front of you for support.

“Look at you,” George coos while looking down at you. “You’re so perfect.” His thumb traces your bruised lips before slipping it past your teeth and landing on your tongue. You purse your lips and swirl around him, making his eyes swim with lust.

You keep his gaze and drop to your knees on the hard cold stone floor. The Weasley twins glance at each other grinning, then quickly begin undoing their pants. Within seconds they had their identical cocks out and level with your face. You took them both in each hand, starting at the thick tips, then moving down the shafts with gentle and precise strokes.

You meet the tip of Fred's erection with your lips and begin tracing the head with your tongue. With his hand grabbing the roots of your hair, he encourages you to take him in. You start slow, letting your mouth get used to his girth. Bobbing back and forth, his member slides further towards the back of your throat.

George bucks his hips as he watches you work on his brother, your hand still gripping around him as well. You focus to make sure to be pleasing both of them, there could be no misunderstandings that you want more than the other. You are theirs to share, equally and wholly.

Fred's thick cock slips past the threshold of the back of your throat. You tense as you go to gag and back away, but he keeps you from doing so. His fist is full of your hair and he pushes himself even deeper, your chokes echo in the room. He smiles down at you as soon as you make eye contact with him.

"Hold it," he coaches. You feel him twitch in your throat, triggering another gag. Mascara stained tears stream down your face as you do your best to obey.

Finally, he pulls you back and slips out his wet cock. You take a few deep breaths in between coughs.

"Good girl," George says sweetly, reaching down to stroke your cheek.

Fred turns your head with the fist full of your hair and guides you to his brother. You take him in immediately, using your tongue to swirl around his sensitive tip and shaft. He groans, replacing his brother's firm grip in your hair with his gentleness. His hips move with you, deepening with every careful thrust. As his speed increases, you gag and your throat contracts on his cock.

"F-fuck!" George moans out and grabs your face with both hands to prevent you from continuing. "You're doing so good."

You swap between the two of them several times, allowing them to use you exactly the way they want. George, gentle and fast. Fred, rough and slow. You're becoming more aware of your aching knees on the stone floor, but you don't want to stop. Hearing them moan your name as you take them in your mouth was euphoric. Right here on the floor between them, you are their entire universe.

In a swift movement, Fred drops down and scoops you up. He carries you to the familiar red cushion that envelops you as he places you down. You sit there in your pink Yule Ball gown that Fred begged you to not change out of tonight. This time they were in front of you on their knees, George carefully guiding your legs apart.

"You're not just some toy," Fred starts, his mouth slack as he gazes upon your exposed panties.

"Not at all," George agrees. "You're so much more than that."

Fred laughs and his fingers loop between the lacy fabric and your outer thigh, then he slips your panties down your legs. Your wet cunt meets the cold air and you attempt to close your legs, but they both prevent you.

"Now," Fred says with a smile as George begins kissing his way up your thigh. You can barely focus on anything other than the boy who is inches away from where you ache. "You're going to tell us when you're close. Do you understand?"

"Y-ye- ah!" Your voice cracks as George leaves lick right up your slit, just barely grazing your clit.

Fred tilts his head with a devilish grin. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

You scowl at him, but it's cut short by George parting your folds and running his wet tongue against your sensitive nub. You gasp and grab him by the hair, your back arches as he flicks and sucks you. Your legs shake as Fred leaves fingertip bruises from keeping them open.

George slips in a finger and you give a loud gasp. Your body feels like it's on fire as he works on you. Fred rips down your dress and exposes your breasts, his hands engulfing the left as he nips at the right.

You grip Fred by the bicep and George by his flaming red hair. "G-George! I'm close!" You shout and feel the ripples threaten to escape throughout your body.

He stops and they switch. This time Fred is lapping at you while George is muffling your moans with his mouth. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as the twin working on your pussy wiggles his finger inside of you. It feels like only minutes that he's doing this when you become close again.

You voice it, they switch. You are throbbing now, as George is on you again. You can feel your slick running down your ass as he fingers you roughly.

"Please let me cum!" You beg Fred, who is biting above your breast so hard that you know it'll leave a perfect mouth shaped bruise.

"Not yet, darling," he says coyly.

George lifts off of you as your walls squeeze his fingers. His eyes flick to your face, so you try to plead with him. *Please, don't stop." He shakes his head and moves so his brother can continue on you.

George's lips hover over yours as he looks into your completely flushed and needing face. His chin is still wet from your cunt as he kisses you. "How many times did you almost cum?" He asks with a strangely demanding tone.

You quiver as another orgasm approaches and you can't remember. All you know is that you need release more than ever. Right before you go over the edge, Fred stops and your entire body quakes.

"How many times?" George asks again, his eyes trained on you.

You try to think back and push your head against the cushion. Your pulsating clit was making it almost impossible to focus. After a few seconds you reply with a shaky, "four.."

Fred and George grin at each other, then pull you to your feet. Your legs fail and George catches you. He guides you to the bed, climbing on top of you and giving you a long and passionate kiss.

"Please," you beg. "I need you both."

He responds by grabbing your hip and forcing you on your side. His fingers trace your jawline and run against your scalp. Fred joins behind you, his hard cock pressing against your back.

You're in such a haze that it feels like a dream. You're so pent up that it's all you can think about as the twins position themselves around you. It wasn't until you feel the pressure of their cocks on both of your entrances that you realize what they want.

"I never did this before," you admit to George nervously.

He kisses your forehead and coos, "relax for us, Y/N. We got you."

You do as you're told and release any tension in your hips and core. George starts first, he angles his hips and pushes the head of his cock past your folds. You're so slick that he slides in with ease. You shake and hold onto his biceps as his hips finally meet yours. He thrusts carefully as he reaches his hand down and rubs your sensitive clit with his thumb.

It is Fred's turn, and he holds your hips tightly as he enters you from behind. You are being stretched somewhere new, bringing a burning and strange sensation that almost immediately tips you over the edge. He's gentle as he carefully finishes pushing the head of his erection past your gripping entrance.

You're crying out with your arms tightly around George's neck. He pauses and watches you patiently, waiting for you to get accustomed to the both of them. Fred's hips are against your ass now, and you know that he is completely inside of you. The thought alone makes your body shake in anticipation. They remain still until you grind your hips to let them know you're ready for them to continue.

George starts first, thrusting slowly into your dripping cunt. Fred rolls his hips and stretches you, sending another shockwave of pleasure down your spine. They are sync like nothing before, pushing in while the other pulls out. Your screams of pleasure fill the air as they increase their speed. George's thumb is still on your clit, leaving you a shaking mess as you get close for the fifth time in the night.

"P-Please, can I?" You beg through tears, your quavering body being jostled around from their thrusting.

George grips you by the hair and stares deep into your eyes. "Can you P-Please what?" He teases, mocking your stuttering. "Use your words and tell us what you want."

"I want to cum! Please!" You yell and collapse against his chest pathetically as you have another wave of intense shaking take over you. You become ever more aware of the squeaking bed beneath you as their speed increases.

Fred slaps your ass so hard with his palm that you squeal with pleasure. The heat in your chest rises and you feel yourself start to come undone. You didn't think they heard you, and you aren't sure if you ever have the strength to ask again. Their cocks slide in and out of you, your cunt pulsates and you know you're just about at your peak.

"Please," you sob and dig your nails into George's shoulders. "Please!!"

Fred speaks up from behind you. "Cum for us, right now," he demands while panting.

Without a second's hesitation, you let go. A tremor releases throughout your body, and you cry out. Your back arches and your walls spasm and clench their cocks as another shockwave hits you. A haze takes over your brain as you dissolve into pleasure and you collapse against George's chest, your running mascara smudging against his shirt.

With one final thrust from each of them, they groan out in unison. Their cum fills both of your holes, trickles of it escape onto your thigh. They stay buried deep inside of you with their shafts pulsating.

Fred and George are both panting. George smiles at you, his hair stuck to the beads of sweat on his forehead. You wince and gasp as they both pull out of you, leaving the rest of their cum to pour onto the sheets. You tremble and lay squeezed between them.

"Merlin's pants," Fred laughs and wipes at his forehead.

"You can say that again," George sighs happily and pulls you flush against his chest. Fred snakes an arm around your waist.

"And to think we were going to attend that stupid ball all evening," Fred scoffs. "We would have really been missing out."

"I don't regret making an appearance though," George remarks and kisses the top of your head. "I did have the prettiest date, after all."

After a long silence, Fred grumbles, "thanks for rubbing it in."

You burst out laughing and they both join

in. That feud was far behind all of you now.

You lay entwined with them for the next few hours, and even though your classmates are dancing, having fun and making memories across the castle; there is no place on Earth you'd rather be than nestled between Fred and George.

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