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George Weasley
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George Weasley - Loved and Lost You
Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader
Word Count : 4.8k
Warning : Mention of food. One foul language.
Synopsis : Fake dating gone wrong when she realises that her silly idea to help the Hufflepuff boy costs her her bestfriend.
Notes : I had no idea how to end this, definitely not my best ending to date but I hope you can still enjoy it. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕
“What would I do without you, truly?”
She shrugs, passing the redhead his quidditch robe, “I don’t know, actually. Probably died a long time ago.”
The boy grins, receiving the said item thankfully.
The sun was beaming, steady wind blowing that lovely morning as the Gryffindors began to crowd the quidditch field. It was another typical practice but for as long as she could remember, she has always been a constant audience of the activity. She wasn’t sure if it was purely caused by her admiration of the said sport or was there any other hidden meaning she tries so hard to bury inside her chest, but if Voldemort himself is not outside of her doorstep and threatening her with the cruciatus curse, best believe she would come and cheer for her favourite Wealeys.
Yes, Weasleys.
Though it was obvious for everyone else that she has always been more fond of one of the twins, she would always argue that they both are her best friends and that she loves them equally. Sure she has been more open with one of them, spent more time on his bed and shared more of her heartfelt stories with him, but that doesn’t mean that she has any special feelings for him. They simply connect better, like the way honey fits best with tea instead of sugar.
“Say, do you have any plans after this?” He asked, putting on his robe in the process “I was wondering if you’d like to do that Charms essay together?”
“By together you mean by copying mine?”
He grins sheepishly, “You know me best.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that before.” She says as she rolls her eyes “Meet you here after?”
“Sound.”
He ruffled her hair, the very dear habit he does whenever they’re going to part ways, before he jogs lightly to the field.
She finds herself walking to the bleacher, finding a spot next to Hermione who was trying to bite down her smile, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, don’t ‘nothing’ me, Hermione. I know something’s running wild in your precious witty brain.”
“It’s just that,” The younger Gryffindor vents, turning to her “You and George look so cute together. Whatever is stopping you two from dating? Everyone could see the heart eyes you’ve been exchanging with each other.”
She rolls her eyes, “There’s no heart eyes between us. Don’t make up words, Hermione, you know how rumours go wild in this school.”
“Oh, but there totally is!” She argues, feeling rather curbed over her emotions “George has never looked at anyone the way he looks at you and vice versa. You both are neck deep in love with each other yet refuse to acknowledge it. Merlin, you both are denying it for no reason, really!”
She turns her head to watch the game, not entertaining the younger girl any longer.
Hermione wasn’t the first to question their friendship. In fact she’s one of the least vocal about it, compared to Ginny and Harry would blurt out the questions right in front of the younger twin, making the atmosphere to be awkward for the next 2 minutes to come. It would be a lie if she never pondered about the underlying truth beneath the curious accusations their friends made, but being best friends with the Twins was all she’s known for since she first stepped in Hogwarts. She’s been the honorary third twin, so Fred called, and their close relationship has always been something of her identity. There really isn’t anything more than that.
They were all just making things up, she was sure. There’s no heart eyes, no soft gazes and George definitely doesn’t like her that way. If he does, she would’ve known about it because who else could read him like an open book? Right?
—-
Her attempt on keeping her giggles in was evidently failing as George continued to nudge her under the table. Troubles in Potion is always the worst and she wouldn’t want to get any of them detention from Snivellus, but what exactly can you expect from sitting next to one of the Twins? It would be a cold day in hell if they don’t try to tickle or at the very least make silly comments about the Professor throughout the lesson.
And as if on cue, George was pulled up from his seat abruptly, arm being yanked away by the foul Professor, “Switch your seat with Diggory. Now.”
The joy on both their faces turn into horror in the blink of an eye. George nods silently, packing his belongings. She shot an apologetic smile at him, watching him as he shuffled away from their table. Diggory, who looks surprised that his name was being called, is now walking to their table, his unfinished essays disorganised in his hands.
“Hi.”
She smiles, nodding, “Hello, Diggory.”
She glances at George, making sure that the boy wasn’t much affected by Snape’s wrest, though she knew that it would require much more than the Professor’s assault to frighten the boy. Hell, she wasn’t even sure there would ever be anything George Weasley is afraid of. That boy has always been confident and undaunted no matter how severe the circumstances he was in. Yet she still couldn’t stop herself from checking in on him. It has become an unconscious habit she picked up over the years.
George wiggles his eyebrows at her, showing his unphased state as he takes a seat. She rolled her eyes. Of course he’s still being his jesterself.
She turns her head back to her paper, only to notice Diggory’s eyes glued to a few tables in front of them. She follows his direction, raising her brows as she realises that he was watching Patricia Stimpson intently. She looks back at Diggory who still hasn’t blinked from the last she saw him.
“Is there something on Stimpson’s face that I didn’t notice?” She asks aloud, making the boy snap out of his thought “Is it only noticeable from your side of the table?”
“No, there’s nothing on her face.” He answers, cheeks turning rosy “I was just spacing out.”
She squints her eyes, noting the nervous shift of his gesture, “Are my eyes deceiving me or are you blushing right now, Diggory.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh, Merlin!” She exclaims quietly, grinning at the secret she’s just learned “You fancy Stimpson, don’t you!”
“I said, shut up.”
She nudges the boy, teasing the poor Hufflepuff who’s now trying to bury his head under his arm, hiding his face that is as red as a tomato. In no time the two strangers become close. Funny how one fortuitous action could bring the two close in no time. It was as if they’ve been friends for years.
And the sight wasn’t left unnoticed by a pair of jealous eyes.
George chews on his lower lip with anxiety. He’s never seen her grow close with someone as fast as this, not even with Lee who has been their fourth wheel for years. What is it about Diggory that seems to be such a magnet for girls? Was it his pretty face? His humour perhaps? Surely he couldn’t have better jokes than the prankster of the castle.
The redhead’s bubble of thought burst as a crumpled paper hit his head. He turned to the direction where it came, seeing his twin who’s gesturing him to open it. With a huff, he opens the parchment paper and his frown grows even more sour.
‘Losers Weepers.’
—-
She throws her head to the back as she laughs her heart out, giving George light punches to the arms. The Gryffindor table was full of familiar faces. It has been a while since the whole squad was present. With the different year they’re in, different classes they’re taking, and evidently different teenage troubles they’re facing, spending breakfast together seems like an impossible task to do. Now that everyone’s present, she couldn’t find a reason to leave the table early.
But one.
“Hey, you.” A voice calls, greeting her with a smile as she turns to face him “Ready to go?”
“Of course!”
George’s brows were furrowed, disapproving her who’s now standing from her seat, “Where are you going?”
“Oh, Cedric and I are planning to do our Potion essays early.” She explains hastily “Also, George, you wouldn’t mind switching partners with him, would you? I kinda need his help with the upcoming assignments.”
The boy blinks, completely taken aback at the wave of information and requests she’s throwing at him.
“Brilliant!” She exclaims, taking his silence as approval “Let’s go, Ced.”
The whole table was left appalled, watching as she walked away with the Hufflepuff boy. Ginny and Hermione were audibly gasping when she linked her arms with him and he ruffles her hair, skipping out of the Great Hall happily. The sight was so peculiar they would’ve preferred seeing Dumbledore wearing a bikini than to witness the situation for the second time. The things she was doing, linking arms, laughing, and getting all jumpy was a sight they would see with George, not Cedric.
Since when were the two close?
“What’s just happened?” Harry broke the silence, blinking his eyes “What’s she doing with Cedric Diggory?”
“Didn’t you hear? They’re going to do their Potions essay.” Fred comments mockingly, knowing that his twin isn’t capable of making up for an answer “I didn’t even know we have Potions essay.”
The younger twin stabs on his innocent sausage as if trying to butcher it to its death. His eyes were vacant, feeling a silly pool of knots forming inside his stomach. To know that she prefers to do Potions essay than to spend time with her literal family at Hogwarts shows exactly where Cedric is positioned in her priority list.
Disappointed would be the most understated word he’s feeling at the moment. She has never been that close to anyone but him. He had always been the one she would drop the world for yet now he could sense that the seat was filled with others. He knew that something was going on. There’s no chance in the seven hells that they simply want to do their Potions essay early. Since when does she care about Snivellus’ classes anyway? Yet the realisation only further stomps him, making him drown deeper into the pits of anguish.
“I’m sure they’re just friends, like we all are.” Hermione comments, noticing the dejected look on George’s face “There’s nothing really to be worried about, George.”
He chuckles bitterly, not looking up to see the girl, “Why would I be worried?”
The table went quiet. They all could see the sorrow bleeding out of his skin. It was common knowledge to the pack that he’s madly in love with her. In contrast to her blatant denial whenever their relationship was being questioned, George chose the more vague path of simply smiling and clinging his arms around her shoulders, showing a sign of approval but not really. As if he was waiting for her to stop denying it so he could finally shed the mask he’s been wearing all these years.
Yet it seems like he wouldn’t ever get the chance to take it off now.
“George-”
“I’ll see you guys at the field.”
The boy shoots a weak smile to the group, standing up as he picks up his satchel and exits the Great Hall. The group stares at each other, feeling the mutual sorry for the heartbroken boy. Everyone could see the quidditch robe left unconsciously on the table and yet, for the very first time, she wouldn’t be the one giving it to him later.
—-
“There’s Stimpson.” She whispered to Cedric before faking a laugh, glancing at the girl who’s just entered the Great Hall “Quick, put your hand around my waist.”
“Is that really necessary?” He comments but still does the gesture “Could she even see my hand under these giant tables?”
“Stop, Ced, you’re hurting my stomach!”
The boy chuckles, watching her fake laughter with glee, “You’re entirely something else, you know?”
She grins as she takes a bite of her toast.
The plan was in motion. The two of them have done more public display of their intimacy, indicating that a romantic affair is happening between the two without telling anyone the truth behind such actions. Cedric found the idea to be ridiculous initially, but now seeing Stimpson to be taking silent glances and frowning lightly at the sight of them together, he came to the realisation that not only is she a great actress, she’s one hell of a genius too.
Yet he couldn’t help but to notice that the green emotions were radiated not only from Stimpson but from one of the Weasley twins too. If anything, the younger twin seems to be in a different level of jealousy that everytime he looks in his direction, he would find the Gryffindor’s eyes to be throwing him daggers.
“You know,” Cedric starts, clearing his throat “As much as I’m grateful for you for this stunt, are you sure it is fine for you to be fake dating me?”
“Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?”
“Because something tells me that one of the Weasley twins is despising it.”
She frowns, turning to see the Gryffindor table where the twins usually sit. Her eyes met George’s for a brief second before he looked away, joining the conversation Lee and Fred was having. She notices from afar the light hue of grey underneath his eyes and how his smile doesn’t seem to reach his eyes, no wrinkles around it as he laughs.
Guilt starts to creep inside her. When was the last time she truly looked at him? He looks awful, despite still looking as charming as ever. She could tell that something was bothering him and she feels terrible for not knowing what caused it. She used to know everything about him like the back of her hand. How long has she been gone, really?
“Are you sure nothing’s going on between you two?” Cedric asks, breaking her train of thought “I really don’t want to be the cause of your ruined relationship.”
“What, no. Nothing’s going on between us. We’re just friends.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.” He argues with a shrug “I mean I’ve seen you two around. Even a blind man could tell that something’s going on between you two. Do you not reciprocate his feelings, is that it?”
“What feelings?”
Cedric stares at her with disbelief, a teasing smile tugged on his lips, “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I'm joking?”
“He fancies you!” He exclaims with a nudge “Come on, surely you’re not that daft to see it.”
“George doesn’t fancy me.” She comments, looking away from the Hufflepuff boy to hide her blush “Why does everyone keep telling me that.”
“Maybe because that’s the truth.”
She glares at him before looking back down to her breakfast.
Her thoughts were running wild. Being told that George was in love with her by their group of friends has always been something of an ordinary. She never thought much of it as she figured it was just one of those friendly teasing you make within your group of friends. But now hearing it from Cedric who was the literal definition of an outsider makes her ponder if such words ever actually hold some meaning. Is it really that obvious for others that he hoards feelings for her?
“Look, all I’m saying is this fake dating goes both ways.” Cedric continues “On my end I get to make Stimpson jealous and it seems like it’s working so far. On yours, I think that it’s making one of the twins jealous. What I’m questioning is, are you up for such a consequence? Are you ready if he somehow changes his demeanour around you because of our fake relationship?”
She frowns, “George wouldn’t change just because we’re dating, fake or not.”
“Are you sure? Because it looks like he’s ready to hex me to death.”
“Positive.” She rolls her eyes at him “In fact, I’ll come over to their table now and show you that his actions would remain the same.”
“Bet you 10 galleons he wouldn’t.”
She shows a disapproving expression before standing from her seat, planting a small kiss to Cedric’s cheek before walking away from the Hufflepuff table. For some reason she could feel her heart beating faster, unsure if she’s more afraid to prove her words wrong or true. Neither of the outcomes seem to be pleasing for her. If George really has feelings for her then she wouldn’t know how she could live her life knowing that she’s hurt him with the fake dating. Yet if he doesn’t, why does she feel like she would crash and fall from the bitter truth?
“Morning, Gentlemen.” She greets the table “Saved a seat for me?”
“Aren’t you already secured one with the Hufflepuffs?”
Her smile dilutes, George’s cold tone poisoning her, “I’m still a Gryffindor, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, well maybe there’s another spot open down the right.” George continues, still not looking up to her “You can join Ron and his group of friends.”
“There’s a spot right next to you, George.”
The boy picks up his satchel, placing it in the mentioned space, “Full. Sorry.”
She blinks at his callous gesture. It’s hard to believe that such words came out of his lips, the very one person who has always showered her with affection and warmth. She could see the same appalled expression shown on Fred and Lee’s faces, who didn’t expect George to be this bitter at her. Sure they know that he’s been struggling with the new sight of the couple, but never in a million years have they expected to see George being this hard to her.
“I see.” She replies, forcing a smile now “Well, I’ll see you guys at the field then.”
“Don’t even bother coming if you’re going to be with the enemy.”
“What’s got your wand in a knot, George?!” She bursts “Why are you suddenly so cruel to me?”
“Me? Cruel?” The boy questions, this time looking up to see her with angered eyes “I’m not the one tossing their friends away for some pretty boy she’s only befriended with for weeks!”
“Toss away? I didn’t come to one of your quidditch practices and you think that I’m tossing you away?” She questions, chuckling bitterly “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that being friends with you meant that I couldn’t date someone I like.”
George smirks, “At least you got that part right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You really think that Diggory likes you?” He asks, this time standing up to tower her “You really think that someone like him would ever like someone as bland like you? You’re dense if you think that he ever likes you back.”
She let out a shuddering breath, tears starting to prick on her eyes from his harsh words. George seems to realise the weight of his words too as he blinks, facial features turning softer yet still showing the much bottled anger he’s erupting. He opens his mouth before closing it again, unable to make up words to follow his last.
“Fuck off, George.” She says with a cold tone, glaring at the boy.
Fighting her tears, she walks back to the Hufflepuff table with a broken heart. The possibility that George likes her has certainly been crossed out. The words he uttered are not the ones you said to someone you like, let alone someone you love. His words were only the reflection of his jealousy and bitterness that she’s now found someone who could appreciate her as much as he does. Well, did, as she swore not to ever befriend the red head again.
She takes the seat next to Cedric, sniffling slightly, “Kiss me.”
“What?” He questions, looking worried at her teary eyes “What happened? Are you alright?”
“Just kiss me, Ced.”
And so the boy leans in, kissing her gently on the lips. For the first time the couple finally shows intimate gestures, something more than holding hands or hugs, something that further proves that the two are indeed in a romantic relationship. The stunt was witnessed by the eyes of the Great Hall. Some were gasping in awe, some raised their brows in confusion, and two were staring at the couple with a sinking heart. One having a worse anguish than the other.
—-
She chews on her lower lip, trying to focus on the words Cedric was telling but his first sentence rang in her head like a broken record. Stimpson has finally asked him for a study date, meaning that she’s finally taken interest in him. The objective of the fake dating is achieved, there really isn’t any reason left for them to keep the act.
She should be happy that Cedric could finally get the girl he’s always been pining for, yet a bigger part of her wished that Stimpson would approach Cedric a bit later. Perhaps a few weeks from now when things between her and George were already settled. When he’s finally come to her and apologise for the hurtful words he spat on her that day. She knew that there was no way that Cedric would ever like her, it’s not like she cared about it anyway, but did he really think that she was bland? That she wasn’t worth Cedric or any guy’s time? Is she really that unattractive?
“Hey, you okay?” Cedric asks, looking worried at her now “You seem off today.”
“I’m fine.” She says with a smile, taking a sip of her butterbeer “So we should end this act, then.”
He nods lightly, “I suppose.”
“Why don’t you sound happy about it?”
“Because I know things between you and one of the Weasley twins is yet to be resolved.” He explains, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze “I’m very sorry that with my uprising, comes your downfall with him.”
“Don’t be silly, it wasn’t your fault.” She rolls her eyes, smiling “We’ll figure something out. He’ll come around.”
No, she wasn’t sure that he'd come around. It has been weeks since their dreadful fight and George has made every effort to avoid her. She hardly ever saw him, not even at the Great Hall or the Common Room. It was as if he was a ghost that used to reside inside her brain, now gone into thin air as some beautiful myth she’s to tell to others.
But at the same time, George was there. He was still in their classes, still at quidditch practices, and every other activity that they used to do together. The fact that he hasn’t made any effort to fix their friendship hurts her. She didn’t realise that the foolish idea she proposed to Cedric would lead to such a devastating outcome.
And she too didn’t expect that their fight would make her realise that she’s in love with her own best friend.
Perhaps she was denying everyone’s question about their relationship because she was scared that the affection only flows one way. George has never approved nor denied the accusation thrown at him about them anyway and he certainly never made any effort to advance with his feelings should he ever have any in the first place. It was hard for her to tell if what others say was true about them and she didn’t want to have high hopes over something that he himself hasn’t approved of.
But now that the fight’s happened, how he blatantly says that she was bland, she knew that the words others say were mere lies. George had never liked her that way. She has always been a friend to him, nothing more. The affection he’s shown to her was nothing more than platonic and it broke her heart.
“So should we end it here? Right now?” She asks, taking a deep breath “The sooner we break up, the sooner you can woo Stimpson. Might want to be fast before she loses interest.”
Cedric smiles, nodding and standing up to give her a hug, “Thank you, and I hope you can reconcile your friendship with Weasley.”
She nods, waving goodbye to him who’s now walking out of the inn.
She let out a sigh, feeling pathetic to herself now at the corner of the Three Broomsticks. She’s lost George and now she lost Cedric too. Just how worse can her life be now?
Yet as if she’s spoken too fast, she saw her group of friends entering the inn. Fred waves at her, followed by Lee who calls for her name. George was standing not far behind them, seemingly not ready to meet her yet still follows the other two.
“Hello, stranger.” Fred greets, walking to her table “Long time no see. Where’s pretty boy?”
“Freddie,” She replies with a smile “Gone, we broke up.”
Fred’s smile fades, frowning, “I’m sorry, Love, I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, it just happened, actually.” She answers nonchalantly, turning to George this time “Supposedly you're happy now, aren’t you George?”
The boy didn’t say a word, only staring at her with an apologetic expression.
“You know what, I have to go.” She says, not wanting to spend any more minutes with his presence “I’ll see you guys around.”
And so she takes her purse and walks away from the table. She exits the inn in a hurry, not wanting to be followed by any of them. Her chest was tight and head loud. So many things running inside her mind and every one of it revolves around one particular ginger.
How could she face him now? How could she face him after their fight? He was being a jerk that day and now that they’ve broken up, it would only further feed his ego. Being right about their short lived fake relationship would be something George would wear like a badge of honour. She couldn’t care less about him being right, what bothers her is the fact that not only was he right but that she’s also the loser who hoped that her best friend was actually in love with her too.
Why couldn’t George be jealous the way Stimpson did? Why does he have to be jealous for a whole different reason? Why couldn’t he like her?
“Love, wait!”
She fastened her pace as she heard his voice calling from behind. No, she’s not ready to talk to him. Her head is still fuzzy from all the questions and self blame. Meeting him would only lead to another argument and she’s unsure if her quivering heart could survive another turbulence.
“Wait,” George says as he catches her arm, making her stop on her track “Please, I just wanted to talk.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk, George.” She says, still not looking at him “You’ve made your point and you’re right, no need to rub it on my face.”
“No, that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. What I wanted to say is-”
“Look, I’m tired, alright? It’s been a long day and I really want to get back to my room.”
“I know, this would be fast, I promise-”
“Not now, George.”
She turns her body, ready to walk away before he grabs her wrist again and turns her.
“What?!”
Before she could complain further from his persistent action, she finds herself being kissed on the lips. She could feel how tense George’s body was, in contrast to how gentle his kiss was. His eyes were tightly shut, as if afraid to see her rejection from the abrupt action. The grip on her wrist loosen, giving her the chance to pull away and shove him off if she would want to.
George lets out a nervous sigh when he pulls away. He could see her appalled expression when he opened his eyes, his blood running cold from the possible outcome of his hasty action. Would she hate him even worse now?
“I’m sorry.” He gathers, voice barely above whisper “I- I don’t know what came into me. I just-”
She didn’t let him finish his words. She pulled him for another kiss, this time showing him how to properly kiss a girl. She pulls him close, eliminating any distance between them that seems to be growing further apart lately, He hesitantly rests his hands on her waist, showing more meaning and confidence to his action. Both of their hearts were beating wild, adrenaline pumping through their vessels as they prayed that the other party wouldn’t regret this once they breath for some air.
“We have so much to talk about.” George says in between the kisses “How is this happening?”
“Less talking,” She answers short “More kissing.”
George grins through the kisses. He now has his hands cupping her cheeks gently, giving her his most possible soft caresses. Merlin knows how much he waited and prayed for this to happen. The second guessing and self doubt now has dissipated, melting away with every peck they share. At last the denial has come to a close. Both acknowledging and embracing their long hoarded feelings for each other with glee. What was once loved and lost, have now returned, giving them the chance to properly show their devotion this time.
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5 Galleons Pt. 1
Pairing: Fred Wealey x Reader
Rating: E
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: THIS PARTICULAR PART CONTAINS NO SMUT. Fluff and angst with smut in pt. 2, slight praise kink, blowjobs, unprotected sex, PIV sex, Fred bets that he can bed you by the end of the week. Cheesy Amortentia bit. Honestly was just a brain dump of a Fred scenario I've been wanting to write.
Summary:
The Hufflepuff Princess becomes the focus of Fred Weasley’s newest dare.
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This is posted on Tumblr combining Chapters 1+2 and Chapters 3+4 for easy reading.
"Oh, you could never, Weasley," McLaggen challenged, pulling his Gryffindor jumper over his head. Fred flexed his fingers, unable to back down from a dare.
"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Fred smoothed down the front of his button up, a devious spark lighting up his eyes. George slapped the back of his brother, in a way that Fred thought he was trying to expel his bad thoughts.
"The Hufflepuff Princess? She makes Hermoine Granger look like a party animal," George laughed. Fred snorted, letting his mind wander to the girl they were talking about.
The sixth year student that was tonight's focus of the Gryffindor locker room was nicknamed the Hufflepuff Princess because of her uptight academic nature. She and Hermione were best friends, spending countless hours in the library studying together. Really, they should've been Ravenclaws.
But, Merlin, was she beautiful. Fred shared Potions and Charms class with her, but of course he sat in the back poking fun of the lecture while she sat attentively in the front. He would admire her neat, almost sterile appearance, but mostly he admired how her golden robes fitted her body. Fred thought back to the time they were paired up for a Potions assignment and he accidentally stirred clockwise instead of counter, making the concoction explode all over her robes. When she shed her stained robes, Fred couldn't take his eyes off of the way her white button-up cinched her waist, accentuating every curve. Not to mention how her old skirt was getting ever-so slightly too tight and too short. Unfortunately, according to the locker room, everyone else noticed her behind her rigidness and wanted a chance at loosening her up.
Fred was determined that he would get her to fold. Surely, he had the best chances since he had actually talked to her and if he didn't soften all his attempts at getting to know her with bad jokes, they might even be friends.
"Let's make this interesting. 2 Galleons if you can do it, mate," McLaggen pursed his lips. This caused Fred and George to laugh with great delight. The other members of the Quidditch team were listening in with matched curiosity.
"Say, 5 Galleons if I can do it by the end of the week. This Friday after the Hufflepuff Gryffindor game," Fred boasted, which caused a chorus of bewildered coos. Fred felt powerful leading the group to the Great Hall for dinner, but he felt even more powerful knowing that they doubted him.
"I'll take that bet. There's no way you bed her at the end of this week," McLaggen laughed, holding open the door for Fred.
"Oh, you'll see."
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He tried to talk her up in the Great Hall during dinner, but the Gryffindors were watching like it was a show unfolding.
"Hey," he said in a cool tone, sitting down beside her and her friend that he had never met. "Did you, er, finish the Potions homework?"
She set down her goblet with an amused look on her face. Fred was fixated on the way her hair was pulled back and out of her face, not a single strand out of place.
"I haven't started it. Why? Do you need help on it?" She looked embarrassed because her friend started giggling uncontrollably. Fred smirked, deciding to go in for the kill.
"Yeah, I've been struggling with it. I can't say no to some one-on-one tutoring. Are you free tonight?" He locked eyes with her, hoping that she wouldn't say no. Her stammering caused a flutter in his chest. Fred quickly glanced over to the Gryffindors that had their eyes trained on him, but looked back at her quickly with a grin, praying that she didn't hear the laughs and not-so-silent cheering from the other table. Luckily, her back was to them.
"I- Yes. I'm free," She said sheepishly, looking back down at her plate. As Fred stood up to leave, he decided to add a little flourish for the onlooking crowd. Fred lifted her face with two fingers, tilting her head up to look at him. He clenched his jaw while dirty thoughts started to swirl around his mind.
"Sounds like a date," Fred smirked, leaving her stunned and her face as red as the Gryffindor's table runner. When he walked away from the Hufflepuff table, he threw a wink to Cormac and George.
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You gathered up all your Potions notes nervously, checking the clock for the third time already. Your best friend laughed at the disheveled sight of you, a certainly welcomed change.
"I can't believe you're acting like this over Fred Weasley. You know, he's not even going to pay attention. He's going to be too busy trying to get in your pants," you threw a pillow at your friend who turned into a giggling fit. "Don't worry, I'll cover you when the other prefect does bed checks!"
You descended down into the Central Hall, looking around the large mermaid fountain for Fred. You couldn't help but think of your friend's comments, despite the larger nagging feeling of wanting it to be true. Fred Weasley was truly the antithesis of who you were: handsomely disordered, outspoken, and popular. You convinced yourself that he was this way with every girl, thinking back to the time he made a lame pass at Angelina Johnson at the Quidditch Pitch during an open practice for everyone to see. You found Fred attractive the reason you found Muggle Studies interesting: the mystification of the entire idea. You shook you head with a silent laugh to yourself. How could you be interested in a boy you compared to an extracurricular class?
"Sorry I'm late, love," Fred crept up behind you, making you jump a little. You turned around with a small frown on you face. He was only carrying his potions book, with his wand and quill sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. His shirt was half untucked, with no tie adorning his neck. You couldn't help but get distracted at how the unbuttoned top of his shirt highlighted his collarbones and- Before you could come up with another thought, you cleared your throat.
"It's fine. Shall we?" You gestured towards the library doors. Before you turned your back towards him to head towards the library, you swear you could see a smirk on his face. He swiftly moved past you so that he could open the door for you. "Oh, what a gentleman."
"I try," Fred let you lead him to your favorite part of the library, your own little study corner. It was a secluded nook with two large plush chairs that faced a large window that overlooked the grounds. You were surprised that it was always available to you when you wanted, probably because it was so far back into the library.
"This is cozy," Fred plopped down on one of the armchairs, enchanting the other one closer to him. "And so far from the prying eyes of the public."
You ignored his suggestive tone and opened your potions book to the lesson that was covered today. Admittedly, you had trouble with brewing Veritaserum, due to its maturing phase. You were sure you had it down, but you wouldn't know until the next lunar phase. While the class was to wait for the potion to be ready, you had to memorize its other properties. It was easy enough to go over it with Fred, making you wonder why he needed your help in the first place. He had paid attention for the past hour, asking you strictly academic questions that made you actually flip through your notes for the answer.
"Virtually water... Makes one confess...," Fred mused aloud, penning down his notes. He looked up at you with a devious grin. "And what kind of secrets would you be spilling if you had a sip of Vertiaserum?"
You felt your face get hot as you looked up from your own writing to meet Fred's watchful gaze. You bit your lip nervously, trying to think of something to say.
"Probably something better than any secrets you're hiding," You said, feeling pretty lame at your answer. You couldn't possibly outwit the king of wit himself. Fred chuckled and seemed as if he was reaching a hand out towards you, but restrained himself.
"Ahem. Should we be absolutely studious and get a head start on tomorrow's lesson," Fred said, out of character. You were surprised at his suggestion, but flipped forward to the lesson prepared for tomorrow. Fred laughed at your reaction to the heading title of tomorrow's chapter: Amortentia.
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The class gathered around the cauldron that bubbled with a pearly substance.
"Does anyone know what potion this is?" asked the professor, looking over at the eager crowd. You raised your hand ready to answer, but much to the class's surprise, Fred blurted out the answer. He had moved closer to where you were standing, probably to say something witty during the lesson.
"Amortentia," Fred smirked at you, causing you to look away quickly. You turned your attention back to the shimmering liquid, hypnotized by the way it moved. The professor looked happily surprised at the way his goofiest student was able to answer the question.
"Very good, Mr. Weasley," He praised, giving a nod of approval.
"Really, it was all thanks to her," Fred complimented, patting you on the shoulder. The rest of the class looked at you with the same surprise as the professor's but you simply waved you hand dismissively.
"Ah, clever as well as humble. Very well. Points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for being so studious," the professor smiled. "Now, we are studying this potion today because it is the most powerful and dangerous concoction known to wizard kind. It doesn't create real love, however, but instead an obsessive infatuation to the drinker. Its scent also differs for each person, drawing on what the person finds attractive. Now, go ahead and take a whiff. How about our scholars first?"
The professor invited you and Fred up to the bubbling cauldron. Fred stepped up first, taking a deep breath. He frowned and looked back at you, waving a hand to signal you to step back.
"What's wrong?" You asked, stepping even closer.
"Nothing. Could you back up? Your perfume is overpowering anything in this caul-" Fred began, stopping mid-sentence when he realized the rest of the class started giggling. His face heated up, almost matching the color of his hair.
"I didn't put on any perfume this morning. I was running late," You said in a low, shaky voice. Your heartbeat was racing. Fred quickly stepped back from the cauldron, making his way back to the class to hide in the sea of students. You took a big gulp before stepping up to smell the cauldron yourself. A mixture of leather and grass as well as firewood filled your nose. You didn't want to admit it, but you thought you caught a small whiff of a musky pine cologne. The leather grassy smell brought you to the Quidditch Pitch and you shook your head trying to focus on the lecture instead. You ignored the urge to find Fred in the crowd, instead pulling out your Potions notebook. Once the class dismissed, you quickly left the classroom, hoping to avoid Fred. You decided that he was simply making a joke for the entire crowd and you ducked your head as you walked to Divination class.
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When you told your friend about what had happened in Potions class, she squealed with such delight, even the Ravenclaw table looked over at the two of you. You thanked Merlin that the Gryffindor table was on the other end of the Great Hall. You wanted to be the first to tell your best friend about what happened in an attempt to beat the rumor mill.
"That's so cute!What did you smell?" Your best friend gushed, completely forgetting her dinner. You felt your face get hot, shoveling another bite into your mouth in order to distract yourself.
"I think he was just making a joke. He's like that. Remember Angelina Johnson? Anyways, I smelled the Qudditch Pitch, you know, leather and grass. And fire. I have no idea what that means though," You shrugged.
"I think you know exactly what it means," Your best friend beamed.
"Ah, you're talking about Quidditch? Does that mean you're ready for this weekend's game? It's going to be a tough one. I've been telling people that Hufflepuff is on the up and up," Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, leaned over into your conversation. You hoped that the Amortentia was actually about Cedric, your longtime friend and childhood crush. You felt like there was always some tension between you two, but since the both of you felt too close to let something frivolous ruin your relationship, the both of you agreed to be friends. That didn't mean he was one of the handsomest boys in your grade, though, and being the Quidditch house captain only added to his attractiveness. You looked over at the Gryffindor table where Fred was telling some grandiose story with both his hands, trying to deflect your thoughts. Tonight, your had asked your friend to switch seats with her in a not-so discreet attempt to see if Fred would tell the other Gryffindors about class today. He didn't seem like he was informing his other housemates of his embarrassment during class, but he did catch you staring and threw a wink at you.
"I think I'm going to get started on my homework now so I can get it all done before this weekend," You stood up after Fred winked at you, rushing out of the Great Hall. Your friend waved you off as you exited through the side doors into the outdoor courtyard. You decided to take the long way back to your common room in order to avoid any unwanted questions. Unfortunately, before you could make it halfway across the courtyard, you turned your head at the sounds of the Great Hall doors opening after you. Fred emerged from the doors, humming happily. You took a deep breath, weighing your choices between running and hexing him.
"Hey! Can we talk?" Fred called out. Your body decided to freeze and all you could do was turn around slowly and nod. "Come on, walk with me. We'll need a little more privacy than this.
Fred lead you to the side of the courtyard corridor, then backed you up into the corner, effectively pinning you between the wall and himself. He leaned against the wall on one shoulder and pushed his hair out of his face, giving that famous Weasley smirk. You felt like you could barely breathe from the nervousness. You swear you could hear his racing heartbeat as well.
"I think everyone has said everything they possibly could about what happened in Potions today. I don't want to talk about that. Instead, I want to propose a bet," Fred stared intently at you, pleased at your bumbling state. You cursed him in your head. You never wavered to anyone, why was he so different?
"Oh? And what's that? Hopefully something about how you'll finish all your assignments on time?" You asked, meeting his gaze. Fred laughed and stood up straight.
"Yeah, right. No, it's about this weekend's Quidditch game. If Gryffindor wins, you have to come to our afterparty. And wear your hair down," Fred wagered, flicking your ponytail jokingly. Your face turned red, but you hoped that the firelight of the nearby brazier hid it. You could nearly gather your thoughts, however, you couldn't let Fred's smugness continue.
"Alright. What do I get if Hufflepuff wins?" You countered, fixing your hair.
"Love, we know that won't be happening," Fred laughed when you pushed on his chest defensively.
"How about you do my Potions homework for two weeks?" You really couldn't think of anything that wanted from him.
"Ugh, pick something fun," Fred groaned.
"Fine, if Hufflepuff wins, you come to our afterparty. Without my help sneaking in, so I hope you don't get sprayed by vinegar," You suggested, crossing your arms. As the words left your mouth, you wished you never suggested that. The whole ordeal seemed to be in his favor. You would just have to make sure that he didn't know the password to your common room so that you could see him doused in vinegar. His smirk made you less confident.
"Oh, deal."
Part 2
#fred wealsey fic#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#amortentia#partners in potions#Jock!Fred Weasley#5 Galleons
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no longer mine. [g.w. x reader]
a/n: sorry i just felt really angsty and needed an outlet and sorry again for the slight angelina slander but it's not really slander is it?
dressed in a black suit and tie, he looked as beautiful as the night he claimed himself to be yours. his once-long hair was now trimmed neatly, slicked back with gel.
he was waiting down the aisle, eyes shimmering expectantly.
but not for you.
you, who was seated amidst the crowd of wedding guests, a mere name in the guest list. a whisper of his past, a bygone age. he was once yours to love, to hold, to kiss, to cuddle and just, be.
that beautiful boy who grew up to be an even more beautiful man written by the finest littérateurs, in the finest ink.
you once counted down for the day you'd see him in a suit and tie, where he'd wait for you who'd be dressed in all white.
the gods gave you what you wished for; he was delectable in that ensemble, really. even as the nervousness he tried to keep at bay slowly seeped through, he still has this air of composure to him; a coolness you once had the privilege of calling yours.
and so, as the quartet played the wedding piece, you wondered where you'd gone wrong; why you weren't the one wearing the white gown. you continued to observe as he straightened his suit for the umpteenth time that evening, leaning over to his father, arthur and whispering a few things in the man's ear.
then, the doors flew open. songbirds that had been conjured up by precise spell work flew into the room, then coalesced with the bouquets of flowers, disappearing into thin air. their twitters and chirps that sounded like glockenspiels being struck still remained, echoing and harmonising with the quartet.
she walked in.
she who must be the luckiest woman in the world.
in all white, she put the moon to shame. even as the candelabrums stood dignified, burning with importance and decorum, she outdid them.
with a gown dotted with rhinestones that glimmered without needing a light source, and silky hair that flowed in the evening breeze, she spelled out perfection without having to use any vowels and consonants; all she needed was to flash a smile and laugh.
angelina johnson cascaded down the aisle with her train of periwinkle behind her. eyes were all on her, and hers peered through the veil at the man whose last name would soon be hers.
that last name you'd sworn was going to be yours.
bitterness soon bubbled inside you, as she finally reach him. good for her.
"do you, angelina johnson, take george fabian weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
i object.
"and do you, george fabian wealey, take angelina johnson to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"i do."
don't.
think of the nights we'd spent at the astronomy tower, poring over the endless revised editions of this and that. think of the candles we'd burnt through, the wax seeping into our robes, but we didn't care.
think of the nights we'd spent running away from the awful squib, just to dance in the corridors without a care in the world. think of the afternoons by the great lake trying to dry ourselves off the muggle way, but we ended up smelling like the giant squid instead.
think of all the beautiful hogsmeade weekends we'd wasted away in the common room because you just wanted to be in my arms.
think of the evenings we spent at the matron's dabbing away at quidditch wounds and naming all your scars and bruises. this one "billy", that one "fred" because it really did look like him.
where had it all gone? where had that boy gone; washed away by the war and found by the shore of the light side, earless and cold but still so painfully wonderful.
were you not mine? were you not mine to vow separation only by death to? was i not the one you'd promise to marry after the war?
and as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, the crowd cheered.
and that was it, as they wrapped their arms hungrily around each other, lips meeting, tying their bonds and changing her last name to his. that was the very second you knew he flipped over your chapter and burnt the pages. he rewrote over your stanzas written in fourth year that stretched all the way to the seventh and doused them in kerosene, setting it all ablaze.
and it was at that moment you swore you saw his eyes meet with yours from behind her; serving as a reminder of the distance between the two of you as he stood in the aisle, and you seated on the benches.
that man was no longer yours to call "mine".
#george weasley#george wealsey x reader#george wealsey imagine#harry potter#harry potter oneshot#george weasley oneshot#harry potter imagine#george weasley imagine#george weasley x reader#george weasley angst#angst#hurt/comfort#i hate onesided love so much#why do men
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Fred And George Wealey 😭😭😭
THE ORIGINAL SEXY REDHEADS!!!
Ahhhh, I need the twins and Lucien to meet. Eris too. Crossover event.
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Ron: I think mum's mad at you
Fred & George at the same time: what makes you think that?
*Ron handing them a letter*
Fredrick and Goerge Wealey, I hope this letter finds you before I do.
Fred:....
George:....
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The Master List (hi)
Master List:
Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah. (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)
So basic rules,
If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor
No incest
I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships
I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)
If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)
Please specify pronouns when requesting
Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer
Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules
Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for
It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)
Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace
Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Tom Riddle
Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)
South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger
Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus,
Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye
The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers
The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya
Idk how any of this works but uh have fun
#Aced it#fanfic#x reader#platonic#romantic#it 2017#it 2019#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#harry potter#supernatural#spn#south park#jurassic world camp cretaceous#jwcc#marvel#avengers#toh#the owl house#tua#the umbrella academy#writing#requests open
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Verdad o reto
Emilie Potter x Theodore Nott
Emilie sabia que no salia nada bueno de jugar verdad o reto con los gemelos, pero aun asi, necesitaba salir un poco de los problemas que el sapo rosa le estaba ocasionando. Lo malo fue, que los gemelos unieron fuerzas con Ron para ponerle su reto, los tres tenian miradas sospechosas en el rostro, las mismas que ponen cuando van a hacer una broma muy mala.
"Te reto a que le des un beso, en la boca, a cualquier persona, pero bien dado, con lengua y todo" dijo con voz traviesa Ron, mientras George le susurraba al oido algo, ambos con una sonrisa muy macabra en su rostro, "y no pude ser de gryffindor".
"Ron!!" gritaron Hermione y Emilie al unisono. Emi que no se daba por vencida ante nada, comenzo a pensar en alguien con quien cumplir el reto, sin embargo, ella ya estaba segura de con quien, la primera persona que se le paso por la mente, Theo.
Emi volteo a ver a mione a los ojos, ambas sabian que ya se habia decidido. "Puedo hacerlo mañana? no creo encontrarme a nadie de otra casa fuera a esta hora", Ron iba a replicar cuando lo interrumpio, "tú y los gemelos pueden seguirme, para asegurarse que lo cumpla". Los tres wealey se hicieron bolita, hablando entre susurros, hasta que los tres estuvieron de acuerdo.
"Bien nos iremos a dormir, ya es muy tarde" con un bosteso, mione hablo. Seguido de eso, todos se pusieron de pie y se dirigieron a sus cuartos.
Emi se estaba arrepintiendo de haber aceptado ese reto, pero sabia que si no lo cumplia, los gemelos probablemente le dejarian el cabello rosa. En estos momentos se encuentra en la clase de pociones, esperando que termine, para poder encontrarse con Theo. Ha tenido sentimientos por el desde cuarto, cuando fue de los pocos que no se burlo de ella, y en su lugar la apoyo a su manera. No hablaban mucho, eran pequeñas frases, pero siempre se sentia comoda a su lado, a veces se topaban en los pasillos vacios, caminaban uno al lado del otro, casi rosandose las manos, hasta que se encontraran con alguno de sus compañeros de casa. El auge de sus sentimientos llego con dos razones,
Cuando cedric murio, Theo espero hasta que la enfermeria estuviera vacia, se quedo toda la noche abrazandola, dejandola llorar en su hombro
Cuando él descubrio lo que umbrige le hacia, se enojo tanto que golpeo a Draco solo por pertenecer a la brigada inquisidora
Ella sabia que muy probablemente, la estuviera tratando con amabilidad, pero en ocasiones lo descubria mirandola cuando no se daba cuenta, con un brillo no desconocido en sus ojos, era el mismo que veia en el espejo cuando pensaba en él.
En cuanto Snape los dejo ser libres, se puso de pie y le hizo señas a Ron, los gemelos ya habian sido avisados de donde lo haria. Suponiendo que la seguian, troto suavemente hasta ver a Theo, el cual se encontraba con Zabini y Daphne Greengrass. Apresurando el paso lo tomo suavemente del hombro girandolo, ignorando la mirada indignada de Ron, la impresionada de los gemelos y la amorosa de Mione.
"Que sucede potter" dijo con una voz extrañamente cariñosa,Emi mirando hacia arriba hizo contacto visual, dandose cuenta de la gran diferencia de estatura. Su corazon latio a mil por hora, sus mejillas estaban sonrojadas, sus dedos temblaban suavemente y estaba segura que tenia un brillo extraño en sus ojos, ella penso, al demonio, algun dia se iba a enterar. Asi que con voz calida, mientras pasaba sus manos hacia la nuca de él, dando un ligero aprenton dijo "lo hago porque quiero Theo".
Seguido de esto, bajo suavemente su cabeza, dandole tiempo de moverse, pero no lo hizo. Cuando sus labios entraron en contacto sintio fuego abriendose camino a traves de sus venas. Sus labios eran suaves y se movian en sincronia, conociendose, ambos tenian los ojos cerrados, lentamente se fue haciendo mas apasionado, Emi apreto su cabello y lo acerco mas a ella, mientras que el la tomaba suavemente de la cintura, juntando mas sus cuerpos, Theo podia saborear el chocolate amargo que tanto le gustaba a emi, comenzo a chupar delicadamente su labio inferior pidiendo entrada, con un suspiro abrio sus labios y seguido de esto la lengua de Theo hizo contacto con la suya, tenian una danza sensual, él la masajeaba con tal pasión que ella no pudo contener un gemido, sus labios cada vez estaban mas humedos. Todo era de ensueño, hasta que se dio cuenta de los susurros a su alrededor.
Lentamente se separo de Theo, con las frentes en contacto y compartiendo el aliento. Con la voz agitada el hablo "Saldrias conmigo?" los ojos de Emi brillarón como nunca antes y con una gran sonrisa contesto "pense que nunca me lo ibas a preguntar"
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For The Love Of Weasleys
Part 1: The Burrow
Like the seasons ever so present each time of year, every week before the return to Hogwarts, you would always stay with the Weasleys and the lovely family were ever so kind to tolerate her presence the past few years.
It started four years ago, when a well mannered ginger haired boy with a constellation of light freckles helped carry your luggage into an empty compartment of the Hogwarts Express, he opened the doors for you, and like a gentleman uttered the words 'Ladies first' with a smile.
He kindly declined to take up the remaining seats though, and you questioned the integrity of your social skills. After moments of contemplation, you retired to the fact that he was just too much of a social butterfly to stay with one flower – Shame.
The engine rattled, passing by blur of green plains and jagged trees while the seats beside you remained empty and specked with dust. Minutes dragged on and you ended on your tiptoes, reaching for the luggage. You jumped once it clicked open – A zing of lights flew over your head, exploding in loud bright patterns, raining glitter on your face. You coughed at the smell of smoldered embers, fanning away the smoke that hovered close.
What in the bloody wizard is this?
As the chaos bubbled down, you caught your reflection on the glass window pane, hair and skin glittering like spoon and fork, you had half the thought to thank whoever did it, mind wandering to the polite boy when a card placed neatly above the books caught her eyes, written in red ink it said:
Welcome to Hogwarts!
F & G
You smirked and grabbed it before hastily sliding the compartment door out of the way, poking your head out – the same boy in a soft knitted sweater was already there, positioned the same as yourself from two compartments away, grinning like a child on Christmas Day. You gave him a pointed look and he started speaking, "You look quite dazzling, darling"
"I have you to thank for that" Your nose crinckled and you brushed the glitter off the tip.
The boy bowed as if it was a great honor and introduced himself as a Weasley. That rang a bell, your parents had mentioned them before, said that they worked closely with Mr. Weasley back at the Ministry. "And you can call me Fred" He added and motioned for you.
"Y/n Winlore, at your mercy." you raised your hands in surrender and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. An identical boy popped up right over his head and waved. "And I'm George Weasley, the attractive twin"
You choked down a sneer at his statement and watched amused as the two bickered, pushing each other off the door frame.
"Well, I'll leave you to it" You said in a sing-song voice, retreating back inside when Fred scrambled to peek over his twin, "Wai- See you later!"
"You won't get to later when my suitcase pukes another set of fireworks at my face" You retorted and slid close the door, barely missing his pleasant sounding laugh.
Papers were scattered by your feet and you rolled her eyes, you would've complained to no end but at a single glance at the card in your hand, taking in the scribbled doodle of the twins grinning up at you, you grinned in return.
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Perched up on the headboard of the old bed, legs rested on the window, you flipped through the pages of the 4th year textbook. Half of everything went right over your head despite your efforts to mirror the dedication of the ever bright witch, Hermione Granger.
Who reads an entire textbook and come out of it with their sanity still intact?
Apparently Hermione Granger and Godric did you need that kind of mind.
A chill entered through the small opening of the glass, and the knitted sweater, courtesy of Mrs. Wealey kept you warm and fuzzy. Cracks of dawn peeked through the clouds, gracing the wheat fields around the Burrow as they swayed with the breeze.
You tossed the textbook and it landed on the stacks of pillows with a soft thud. Sprawled in the bed next to you was a distinct ginger hair - Ginny lay like a starfish, passed out drunk of pumpkin juice, she was strewn over her blanket.
You gingerly leaned down, a hand firm on the wooden headboard and searched for the wand under your pillows, patting around a few tries before you finally caught it.
With a smirk and a genius idea, you muttered a spell.
"Encarceri"
Both ends of the blanket below Ginny floated up, fabric melting together until it left no trace of ever being a separate entity, the blanket warped and narrowed around Ginny, coiling like the squishy things muggles use to keep themselves afloat.
You slapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking from muffled laughter, your grip on the headboard loosening.
THUMP
You yelped, small scream erupting from your throat – In a blink you flailed in the air grasping at nothing, in another you landed face first on the mattress, legs bent up the headboard in an awkward angle, the book uncomfortable on your side.
Damn, karma's a git.
"Wha-" Ginny raised her head from the pillow, eyes half closed, strands of hair stuck on her face.
"Looking great Gin"
Ginny groaned and begrudgingly reached for a pillow, you ducked out of the way only to meet it face first. Great. You resurfaced up the mess of fabric raising a fist in the air for justice. "I'm not the perpetrator!"
The cloud of sleep left her eyes and Ginny tipped her head, snickering. "What happened to you?"
"There was a-" You scrambled back up to the window, stacked pillows now a bulldozed wreck. You braced yourself for the worst, a decapitated head, a stray pixie, a death eater – "Oh."
"Errol" Ginny and you spoke in unison. The owl lay upside-down on the other side of the glass, wings flapped in greeting, stack of letters between his beak, round eyes stared up at you innocently as if he hadn't just crash landed on the window.
"Bloody bird" Ginny mumbled.
"Errol, come on" You said softly, retrieving the letters and ruffled the feathers on his head, the owl jolted up before screeching away to the morning sky.
"Well that was..." You trailed off before glancing at Ginny who attempted to roll away from light, she struggled, blanket held her firmly in place.
"I think I'm stuck?" Ginny's gaze flitted to yours for validation but as realization coiled itself around her, she started to wiggled down off the blanket and that was your cue to book it out of the room.
"Y/n!" Ginny half laughed half sighed as you flung yourself out with the letters in hand.
You made a point to hop over the creaky floorboards, hardly containing a laugh as you passed the stairs leading up Fred and George's room which was silent – but then again it's the only time they are one so might as well keep it that way for a few more minutes.
Clinking dishes and pans and the soft crackle of fire fueled your steps, greeting Mrs. Weasley in her flowery apron while she baked some pastries, the pan beside her sizzling with what smelt like sausages.
Mrs. Weasley looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Morning y/n dear, there's your tea" she motioned for the cups lined up on the table, you picked the coolest one, learning from yesterday where you almost burnt your tongue.
You thanked the lovely woman and plopped down a vacant seat, eagerly emptying half the cup before mentioning the letters, a great cup of tea never comes second.
"Errol arrived with the post Mrs. Weasley" you dropped the identical envelopes on the table, each addressed in green ink, leaving out the part where Errol scared the wits out of you.
Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands and picked one up. "It's from Hogwarts, yours is in here as well, Y/n"
You hummed, downing the last half of tea before taking one addressed to you. It must be the requirements for this year. Instead of doting on it, you swung off the seat and brought the cup to the sink, flinching slightly when it slipped from your fingers and started washing itself. Like Fred and George, their mother had created a handful of spells herself, you found it quite lovely.
You spun around and asked, "Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Weasley?"
The woman nodded and gave a passing glance upstairs. "Wake everyone up dear, breakfast is almost ready"
Now that's a task worth breathing for.
"On it!" You sprinted back up the flight of stairs, purposely making your presence known with each thud. You had your first target in a split second – The furthest room in the corridor belonging to none other than the Prefect Boy himself, Percy Weasley.
You opened her mouth and raised a fist to knock when the door swung open – your fist froze mid air, pin size away from banging on Percy's face. He was already dressed, clearly the ever diligent child.
"Yes?" He raised a brow, displeased.
"I didn't even get to knock yet."
He swatted your hand away. "You were charging down the corridor like a gigantic nuisance, what do you want?"
You gasped, feigning offense, hand pressed on the door frame for support, "I thought Prefect's are supposed to be nice!"
Percy grabbed the door - "What went wrong with you!" – He slammed it on your face, his deadpan expression the last thing you saw before breaking out in fits laughter. "Breakfast is served!"
You skipped to Ginny and yours shared bedroom, quietly opening the door, the beds were empty, curtains swaying – No Ginny.
You perked up at the sound of shuffling – looked up just in time to see the blanket you gallantly charmed swoop down at you. With a Quidditch inspired reflex, you leaped to your bed, scrambled for the wand and disarmed the enemy. The blanket morphed into its original form and dropped on the floor, summoning Ginny from her closet. "So close!" She whined, picking up the discarded blanket, and place it back her bed.
Ginny sauntered towards you and you slung an arm around the younger Weasley's, guiding her out the room. "Perhaps a hearty breakfast can help?" Ginny's lips curved up in an instant.
"Is that chocolate cake I smell?" The younger girl pointed out, both of you perked up as it wafted through the house. "I'll leave some for you if they take too long!" Ginny scampered down to the kitchen, skipping a few steps. You called after her, before completely retiring to your task, bolting up the final set of stairs.
You landed three knocks on the Twins' door in a fading shade of green expecting one or the other to open up and face yours truly – the resident alarm clock, but as the drowsy fate would have it, no one bothered to welcome you in.
You opened the door a crack, wincing every time it creaked. The two were still tangled in the sheets, Fred was on his stomach, a hand dangling off the edge, hair like a carrot feast for bunnies sticking onto his forehead, his cheeks were lightly flushed, shoulders rising and falling with every soft breath. A smile crept up your lips, chest feeling light – Only when the door slipped from your grasp and ricochet off the wall did you snapped out of your reverie.
Now why did this imp looked like an angel? – Must've passed out drunk from a gallon of polyjuice potion.
George was a different story, like a newborn he was curled up inside his blanket, head poking out, his light snores muffled - It's a wonder how he could breathe inside that thing.
You looked around the room for a weapon of choice to kick them out of dreamland, on the wooden table facing the window, nestled between the books was a quill.
This might be my lucky day
You were upon it in a flash, then tiptoed over between their beds, kneeling down to creep the feather on the side of Fred's face – his nose crinkled as you moved it around, biting the inside of your cheek.
Amusement bubbled in the surface of your composure as his brows pinched together, a pout graced his lips, and like a good friend, you danced the feather around his exposed neck.
It was in your plan to vex him for as long as possible but in a snap - you recoiled as he caught your wrist, his drowsy eyes opened, glinting mischief. "You're in a lot of trouble, darling"
"George!" you screamed.
"Wasthat?" George startles awake, frantically trying to escape his blanket cocoon. Fred glanced over your shoulder and chuckled at his twin's Predicament, watching him carefully, you slowly reached for a pillow, when he shifted to perch himself up did you shove the striped pillow case over his head. He shot up and you slipped your wrist out of his grasp and skipped out the room, mumbling between laughter that breakfast was ready.
There was one final turn, you rounded the corner and knocked on Ron's door – there was whine before the bed creaked then silence followed.
"Food's ready Ron" You announced through the small crack of the door. Footsteps started and the door swung open revealing a groggy Ron in a bright pajamas that matched his hair. "Come on!"
You beckoned him out and planted both hands on his shoulders – pushing him around like a shopping cart, he begrudgingly went along with it, the boy too drowsy to object.
You made your way downstairs like a mechanical train, a very short one at that when a pair of arms yanked you back, followed by a flicker red hair and a soft whisper "Gotcha" – Before you knew what was coming, you were rolling in the wooden steps laughing your tears out.
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The Protector - A Harry Potter Fanfiction - BOOK 1
The Protector - A Harry Potter Fanfiction - BOOK 1
by Hannah Alvar1978
The Protector - BOOK 1
A tale of wandless magic, and the protection of Harry Potter.
OC X Fred Weasley
Alvar Elffire Begins her first year at Hogwarts, meeting the Weasleys along the way, and discovering her abilities are more than they appear
Words: 13310, Chapters: 6/34, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Alvar Elffire, Kendra Elffire, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore
Relationships: Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fred Wealey/OC
Additional Tags: Harry Potter, Hogwarts, Wizarding World, Pre-Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Gryffindor, weasley, remus lupin, Lupin, sirius black, Sirius, dumbledore, hermione, ron weasley
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39833148
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Imagine.. the Stoll brothers, the Weasley twins, Leo Valdez and Jesper Fahey meet....the chaos
#the stoll brothers#jesper fahey#jesper soc#leo valdez#heroes of olympus#george wealey#fred weasley#weasley twins#six of crows#harry potter
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Bet: Fred and George Weasley X Reader (FT. Lee Jordan)
A/N: just a lot of platonic crack XD
Life with Fred and George Weasley as your best friends was quite chaotic.
From the endless teasing to the unexpected jokes to the best pranks ever, you adored both of them to the very last freckle.
You were sitting in your Potions class with your least favourite professor, the greasy haired git known as Severus Snape, when something caught your attention.
Your sleeve was getting tugged at.
You looked at your partner, George, as he slipped a piece of parchment towards you.
Lee, Fred and I have placed a bet, that you can’t skive off the first twenty minutes of Snape’s next class. He reckons you can, we think otherwise.
You scowled at him.
You scribbled hastily on another piece of parchment.
You’re gonna go down, Weasley. What are we betting for?
You threw it his way.
George smirked at you before shoving another note your way.
Loser writes that twelve-inch essay Flitwick’s set us.
You shuddered.
‘Poor losers.’ You mumbled.
After the ghastly hour was over, Fred, George and Lee approached you.
‘Up to the challenge, L/N?’ Fred snickered.
You smirked. ‘You bet.’
‘It’s still Snape though.’ Lee shuddered.
‘Yeah, bet he has wet dreams about torturing the students.’ George muttered.
‘Wet dreams, oh merlin.’ You rolled your eyes.
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Charms was as uneventful as any other day.
Professor Flitwick had given you silencing spells to practise.
‘Silenco.’ You lazily muttered, watching satisfied as your frog stopped mid-croak.
You were done with all your frogs and ravens, so you summoned some more.
‘Accio Frogs.’ You spoke, as several frogs whizzed your way, narrowly missing Lee.
One landed between the twins as you snickered at their shock.
‘Fancy warning us before you do that, mate?’ Fred yelled, nonplussed.
You ignored them, continuing the charms.
When you were done yet again, you set your wand aside.
‘Alright, listen here.’ You whispered as all three boys sat up.
‘I’m going to need the map, first thing.’ You explained. ‘And you two, bet or not, if I get into trouble, for merlin’s sake, help me!’
‘When have we not?!’ George asked, in mock anger.
You thought sarcastically. ‘Hmm... let’s see... when McGonagall caught us trying to sneak into Zonko’s in our second year... when Binns marked me zero because I forgot my essay when, in truth it was I who had written yours. And a couple of more times when you cheated off me!’
‘Alright, alright, we mocked you for being a swotty prat like Percy at times.’ Fred said.
‘Sometimes, huh?’ Lee sniggered.
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Alas, you were not successful, but at least the objective that Potions would not remain uneventful was fulfilled.
You roamed around when you heard the bell, occasionally throwing stuff at Peeves who was threatening to rat you out.
‘Peeves, I’m asking nicely.’ You warned. ‘Do NOT rat me out!’
‘Ickle Y/N isn’t being such a good girl, now is she?’ Peeves mocked.
‘Peeves!’ you warned.
‘STUDENTS IN THE HALL! STUDENTS SKIVING CLASSES!’ Peeves roared.
‘PEEVES!’ you sneered, bolting.
Filch came, wheezing.
‘Where?’ he demanded. ‘Where, you ruddy poltergeist, WHERE?’
‘Ask nicely, or I won’t say nothing.’ Peeves said.
‘Oh merlin’s sake.’ Filch spat. ‘PLEASE Peeves. Where are they?’
‘Nothing.’ Peeves spoke.
Filch look confused.
‘Told you I wouldn’t say nothing if you don’t ask nicely.’ Peeves said. ‘There, I said it. Nothing!’
‘Peeves!’
‘Even his idiocy is improper.’ You muttered.
Ah.
Twenty minutes had passed.
You walked over to Potions and saw Fred and George getting scolded for something.
Fred made a desperate gesture for you to get in.
You nodded, creeping in.
When you sat down, a voice spoke.
‘Do not expect, Miss L/N.’ Snape softly said. ‘That I have not noticed you walking in to my lesson twenty minutes late.’
Mentally cursing, you turned around.
‘May I inquire your whereabouts?’ he asked.
‘I was...’ you began.
George made a coughing gesture behind Snape.
‘... sick.’ You finished. ‘At the, uh, infirmary.’
‘May I also know what happened to you?’ Snape sneered.
Fred made a fainting gesture, putting his hand on his forehead.
‘I had a fever.’ You spoke.
Fred continued making some gesture you couldn’t understand.
‘... and... sprouted some tentacles when someone hexed me?’ it came out more as a question than a statement.
George made an exasperated face.
Snape smiled triumphantly. ‘Detention, miss L/N.’
You sighed.
‘And you too, Weasley and Weasley.’ He continued. ‘Don’t think I didn’t see you helping her.’
#crack#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#fred weasley#george wealey#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x you#george weasley x reader#george weasley x you#lee jordan#platonic#funny#prank#peeves#hp#yn
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tolerate it (p.w.)
A/N: I got tolerate it done! I have been wanting to write this one since I started this collection and I am so happy to have finished it this is one of my favourite songs from Evermore! I also somehow had this take another course while I was writing this and I accidentally connected it to another fic I am writing for this collection (evermore) so I have altered evermore's description to fit it. I just felt this chemistry as I was writing these characters and it just kinda happened. I also thew in a little easter egg relating to ivy in there - I just couldn't help myself because the opportunity was right there.
I want to let it be known that this is not Percy slander, it is just how this fic ended up. Percy is very career driven and he also cares about how he looks and his image and that is shown in this fic.
Anywho, I know there are a lot of people out there waiting on requests and they are coming, just very slowly. I have not had much time to work on writing because of school, but I will get your requests out eventually! However, I hope you lovelies can enjoy this in the meantime💛!
Paring: Percy Weasley x Fem!Reader, a bit of Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader (too much chemistry to deny honestly)
Show/Movie: Harry Potter
Not Requested
Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15
No Voldemort AU, no corrupt Ministry (other than everyday corruption. NOT PERCY SLANDER, JUST CHARACTERIZATION (EXPLAINED ABOVE)
Warnings: Loneliness, breaking up, sadness, angst.
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*I COULD NOT GET A GIF - I AM SORRY BUT THERE are ABSOLUTELY NO PERCY GIFS AVAILABLE TO ME😭*
The sound of silence swirled in the room with the dust that floated in the golden rays of sunlight. For something so present in her life these days, Y/N was still not used to the painful silence. She sat on the cushioned couch in Percy’s study, a book laid open on her lap, her hands folded, her back straight. She never used to sit like that, she always thought people who did look like they were always trying to hide something. But, then again, she never used to think she’d be sitting in the same room as her fiancé while feeling like she was millions of kilometres away from him. She lifted her eyes slowly, trailing over the beautifully crafted hardwood floor, over the red and gold rug (that matched the decor of the room), they danced along the dark wood of Percy’s desk. They finally stopped when they landed on his flaming red hair as it shined in the afternoon sunlight. Her head lifted as she studied him. Hunched over his papers, he scribbled furiously. “Percy, dear,” She cleared her throat when her voice came out more mousey than she expected. Percy hummed, not lifting his head from his work. “I was thinking we could go to town today, shop around for some more things for your brother’s visit?”
“Why? Charlie will be fine with everything we have in the guest room.” Percy grunted, dipping his quill in the ink-pot. Y/N pursed her lips, setting the book on the cushion beside her.
“Well, maybe we could get different soap for the ensuite? Maybe some relaxing candles, stuff so he can draw himself a bath,” She suggested, folding her hands back in her lap. “I’m sure he will be tired from coming all the way here from Romania. He’s not used to England time anymore.”
“Charlie doesn’t need all that, besides, it’s not like he’ll have time to relax. Once he’s here, we’ve got to get right to work,” He shook his head as he read over the new paper in his hands. “We’ve got lots of work to do,” He paused, his eyes finally looking at her, but only to flick over her seated form. “You would understand if you were still working.” He jabbed.
Y/N nodded, rolling her lips as she let the comment slide off her back, not thinking too much about his quip, just like she did with the others. “Well, we should still get him something nice, welcome him into our house.”
“I can’t go to town, Y/N, I have to get this done. You can go if you think it to be so important.”
“But I thought it would be nice to go together. It is a beautiful Saturday and those aren’t due for another week-“ She tried to explain, but the sound of Percy angrily throwing his quill against the table cut her off, startling her.
“I can’t just run off to town on a whim. Now if you can’t sit in here quietly then you can go read in another room or something, I don’t care what you do as long as I can get some peace and quiet.” He exploded, gesturing his hand aggressively towards the closed door to his study. She silently looked at the door.
“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” She whispered, grabbing the book and raising from the vision, remembering the lecture Percy had given her last time she didn’t put her book back before leaving a room. On her way to the door, she gently laid the book on one of the built-in bookshelves, not even looking at it. Instead, she kept her eyes forward, not wanting to look at Percy as he bowed his head back down to scribble on the paper. The door opened with a creak as Y/N slid out into the large and empty hall. Softly, she rested her weight on the door till it shut. Heaving out a sigh, she let her head fall back against the beautifully crafted white door, the identical one beside her jiggling when the other locked into it with a click.
Living with Percy was not what she thought it would be. When she was just a naive schoolgirl, they talked of having a decent house with a cozy feel, the rooms filled with laughter and the warmth of family, nights spent by the crackling fire with hushed voices and tender touches. The memories of the daydreams she had looked like a fairytale, conjured up from the mind of a foolish girl who thought happy endings were real. Now, she was alone in this grand house, the rooms and halls feeling cold with the only sound being the echoes of her footsteps. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself off the door and made her way to get ready to go to town.
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The melody of classical music filled the room as it was bathed in the orange and pink hues of the setting sun. Y/N sat in the armchair by the fire, watching the flames licking the stone, the black smoke swirling up into the chimney. Percy sat in the chair across from her, a book open in his hands, his head bowed low. Many nights in the Common Room were spent like these, Percy’s nose in a book as they sat by the warm fire. It looked almost the exact same as those nights to anyone else who had witnessed them, but Y/N could tell the difference. Now, the fire felt just as cold at the space between them, gone were the soft touches, the stroke of Percy’s thumb against Y/N’s hand, the feeling of his side pressed against her side, the comfortable silence. Y/N missed it all, but the thing she missed the most were the glances that left her smiling and blushing while a storm of butterflies raged in her stomach. Now, she just sat watching him read with his head low, noticing every little thing he does and doesn’t do.
“Percy,” Charlie’s gruff voice spoke, speaking over the cracks of the fire and breaking the verbal silence. Percy looked up from his book, his eyes not even glancing at Y/N in their path to look at Charlie entering the sitting room. Y/N softly turned her head to look at Charlie who took a seat on the empty couch. “I just thought of something that we should talk about in tomorrow's meeting.” He informed him.
“Just one second, Charlie,” Percy interrupted him before he could continue, his finger in the air as he turned his eyes to Y/N sitting across from him. She already knew what he was going to say before the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Y/N, would you excuse us, we have to discuss business and you have no need to be here while we do that.” He finally spoke to her for the first time since dinner. She nodded, standing from the chair and smoothing the back of her dress.
“She doesn’t need to go, the house is far too cold for her not to be near a fire and there isn’t one made anywhere else but my room.” Charlie insisted, catching Y/N’s forearm as she went to walk by the couch, heading for the grand archway leading to the dark hall.
“Nonsense, she can make one with her wand in the bedroom,” Percy waved him off. Y/N bit her bottom lip, looking back at Percy. “What are you looking at me for? You know how to start a fire, I know you’re two years younger than me, but they still taught you the same things as they taught me in Hogwarts.”
“I know how to do it, but I can’t. My wand broke when I slipped on ice in town a couple of days ago, I haven’t been able to run to Diagon Alley to get it fixed yet, remember?” She reminded him meekly, not wanting the same reprimanding she had received when she had told him the first time. Percy tutted, rolling his eyes as he remembered, gently closing the book still in his hands and setting it beside his leg, sticking into the gap between the cushion and the armrest of the chair.
“Ah, yes, I remember now. It’s laying on your dresser snapped practically in half. How many times do I have to tell you not to take your wand when it is icy out? How many wands do you need to break before you realize that,” He lectured as if she was a child. “Very well, wait outside the doorway and I’ll come to start a fire for you.” He heaved out a sigh, beckoning her away with a flick of his hand. Nodding, she went to walk away, but Charlie had not let go of her, instead, he tightened his hold, keeping her in place.
She looked down at him, her lips parted slightly in shock as he glared at his younger brother before looking up at her. “You can just go in my room while Percy and I talk then I will come get you and we can go and start a fire for you in your room.” Charlie informed her in such a way that told her she was not going to argue with him. Nodding silently, she pulled her arm free from his now loose grip and exited the room as it fell silent with tense air between the brothers, her heels clicking on the hardwood and the cracks of the fire being the only sound.
They must have waited until they couldn’t hear her heel clicks anymore before starting to talk since she didn’t hear a single sound coming from the room as she walked down the dark hall, the only light coming from the flicking flames of the candles lining the hallway. She sighed, pushing Charlie’s door open and slipping to the room. She didn’t even notice how cold she was until she stepped into the warm room, she relaxed into the warmth, closing the door behind her to trap the heat in. Making her way over to the armchair stationed in front of the roaring fire, she watched the flames just like she had done in the other room, thinking. All she did was sit in silence, try to live alongside Percy without messing up and making him lecture her. She didn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand how this Percy was the same Percy who stayed up late in the Common Room to talk to her about the scars of her past and soothed each and every one of them, laying soft blankets over the barbed wire of her heart so she could escape and finally love.
She jumped slightly when the door creaked open. Startled, she looked up to see Charlie walking into the room, closing the door behind him again. “Sorry to startle you, I didn’t know you were so deep in thought.” Charlie apologized, sitting in the other armchair across from her.
“It is okay, Charlie,” She told him, moving to stand but he held a hand out to signal her to stop. Obeying him immediately as if he was Percy, she settled back in her chair, sitting posed with her hands folded delicately in her lap, nervous as to why he seemed so stern, assuming she was going to have to listen to another lecture. “Are we not going to start a fire in the master bedroom?” She asked quietly when he didn’t answer, only dropping his hand back to his thigh with a slap, shaking his head.
“No, not yet. I want to talk to you first.” He told her.
“Oh-” She trailed off, her eyes casting down to the rug under their feet before back up at him, confused. “About what? If it is about getting Percy to mention something in the meeting for you, he doesn’t let me talk about work with him-”
“It’s not about Percy, not entirely,” He cut her off, leaning towards her with narrowed eyes as he studied her. She gulped, leaning away, unsure of what he was doing. “You’ve changed,” He mused, leaning back in the chair after concluding his study of her, his eyes still burning into her as she shifted. She knew she changed, it was not hard to tell that she has changed. “You used to stand up for yourself, make yourself known. You were never the doting housewife type of person, but yet here you are, being treated like a child by your fiancé. Why?”
She shrugged, dropping her eyes to the floor. “People change. Percy is so mature and wise, he must be right so that means I should listen to him, he knows best.” She whispered, not believing a word she said. Percy was mature and wise, much older than her, but she knew that he was not right about how he treated her.
“I don’t believe that, but it’s late and you should get some sleep,” He stood, prompting her to stand as well, hurriedly as if she would be scolded for not being prompt enough. “I excused myself from the meeting tomorrow and I am taking you to Diagon Alley. So you have to be up, we are spending the day there and eating supper there as well, which gives you a break from the house chores and Percy commenting on how dirty the plates are or how you set the table wrong, or your cooking. Might even swing by and visit Fred and George’s shop, must have lots to talk to you about, those two.” He told her as he walked to the door, her following behind him silently.
“What about Percy, is he still holding the meeting? He must be mad about you cancelling on him.” She asked nervously as he led her through the darkened halls, the candles having been extinguished, the only light coming from the winter moonlight streaming in through the grand windows.
“He got an urgent letter from the Ministry, he had to leave immediately for an emergency, probably be gone tonight and most of tomorrow.” Charlie told her, opening her bedroom that she shared with Percy.
“I hope everything is okay, it must be very important for him to be called away at a time like this.” She commented, shivering as she stepped into the room that seemed to be even colder than the frozen hall.
“Nothing to worry too much about, I am sure it is just a vermin issue and he has to try to contact someone to tend to it. I think he muttered something about Flesh-eating slugs actually,” He didn’t even look at her as he flicked his wand at the fireplace, igniting the wood that laid stacked in it. Something about how he spoke told her that he wasn’t telling the truth and Percy hadn’t been called away, instead, having stormed off to the office. He pocketed his wand, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of the room, the glow of the fire lightning it. “I will leave you this to sleep on,” He paused, walking to the door while still looking at her. “The sanctuary is looking for a new magizoologist with an extensive knowledge in herbology.”
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Y/N walked out of Ollivander’s with her new wand encased safely in the box which was in a bag dangling from the crook of her elbow. Charlie walked out behind her, letting the door fall shut after they said bye to Ollivander. “Okay, now that you’ve got your wand, let’s pop into the Twin’s shop.” Charlie suggested, pointing to the brightly pained shop with the giant, animated man. She looked up as she slipped her knotted coin bag back into her pocket, taking in the shop.
“Sure I haven’t seen the shop in a while. I just never have time to come here. Not with all the chores I have to do around the house.” She shrugged, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her travelling cloak.
“What on earth does my brother have you doing that takes up all your time?” Charlie questioned as they started to slowly make their way down the crowded street, taking their time and enjoying the feeling of walking through the snowy alley. Y/N shrugged again, her eyes looking down at the snow-covered cobblestone, the white fluff packed into the cracks of the cobblestone.
“I mostly clean around the house, but I have to do it a certain way, if I do not, I end up having to listen to Percy’s comments about how much he tolerates.” She told him as they neared the front door of the joke shop, Charlie pulling the door open, letting her go in first as he scoffed at her comment, but he didn’t say anything. Y/N ignored Charlie, looking around the busy story, watching as fireworks whizzed around, ducking as one came right at her head.
“Let’s see what Fred and George think of how he’s treating you,” Charlie hummed, gently leading her farther into the shop so that he could close the door, cutting the cold winter wind off. “There’s one of them now.” He pointed to the tall ginger who was talking to a young customer, nabbing a product from the top of the tall shelf. Before she could protest, Charlie was walking around her and approaching the twin with long strides.
Scurrying after him, she caught up just in time for the twin to turn around, the child scampering off elsewhere to browse. “Ah, Charlie, my dear brother. To what do we owe the pleasure of you gracing our shop too,” The twin exclaimed, a feeling of joy and fun surrounding them as they spent more time in the store. “And Y/N, the future Mrs. Percy Weasley. Good to see you, Madam.” He bowed to her extravagantly, making Y/N looked around the shop with reddened cheeks, hoping nobody saw his little show.
“Hi, George,” Y/N greeted, recognizing the voice. Appearance-wise, she had a hard time telling them apart, but as soon as they talked, she was able to pinpoint just which twin was in front of her without fail. George nodded at the greeting, standing right as Fred wandered over to the group leisurely. “Fred.” Y/N greeted him first, his hands in his pockets, making his suit jacket flare out, being a picture of laid-back.
“Good morning, Y/N,” He nodded to her before nodding to his older brother. “Charlie. What can we do for you today?” He posed the same question his twin had, looking between the pair he never thought he would see grace his shop together. Charlie shrugged, looking at the shelf next to him, poking a box.
“Just popped in to take a peek and get your opinions on a topic we were just discussing,” Charlie told them, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets, looking back to his tall brothers. “Percy.”
“And what about our dear brother?” Fred asked, rolling onto the balls of his feet then rocking back onto his heels. Y/N shook her head at Charlie, fairly annoyed with his mission. She knew everything he was saying, they were all thoughts she already held in her head, but how could she leave Percy after all the love that they held for one another. That love had to still be there, it couldn’t just disappear suddenly.
“Has Y/N changed in the past two years?” Charlie blurted out, confusing the two pranksters in front of him, making them share puzzled looks before looking at Charlie again.
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with Percy?” George wondered.
“Look, yes, I have changed, but Percy has to still love me,” She directed the comment to Charlie, leaving Fred and George to look at each other, questioning what was going on. “All that love couldn’t have just disappeared. We love each other and while life is not how I pictured it, I do not see why I have to do anything to change it. If Percy thinks life should be like that, then he must be right.” She expressed.
“Tell us, Y/N, what life had you pictured?” Charlie asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he instantly knew this would win the argument for him. Y/N shrugged, thinking, her eyes drifting around the store as she thought back to the visions she fell asleep to. The stories she thought would be a reality, but now know that they were just fairytales of a naive girl.
“I guess I always pictured Percy and I sitting on a couch in front of a warm fire, him reading a book out loud. We would share soft touches as we both relaxed after a long day at work. The house would be warm and lively, heated by our love for each other as we did daily activities together like cooking,” She paused, her eyes dancing along the ceiling as fireworks fizzled out overhead. She watched the once bright colours flicker and sputter before going out, leaving a trail of grey smoke swirling into the air. “He would do great things in the Ministry, building up the Wizarding World and I would be making strides in the Magizoologist field,” She sighed, looking back at the three men. “But I guess, somewhere along the way, now he’s building his career and I am just sitting at home, trying to make sure everything is perfect for him all the time.” She trailed off, hanging her head as she thought it through.
“Personally, I don’t see how your life now can compare to the life you pictured.” George spoke up.
“Of course it is incomparable, but life never goes as planned. What I wanted and what I am supposed to have are two very different things,” She agreed. “Besides, it’s not how the world works, I am just naive and childish, Percy tells me that all the time.” Fred shook his head, pointing between himself and his twin.
“No, no. We are childish, you were never naive and childish. You had dreams and an idea of how you wanted your life.” Fred told her, oddly wise and serious for him. George nodded along, silently agreeing. Huffing, Y/N’s tongue flicked out, swiping along her drying lips. Glancing at Charlie, she saw him looking at her, a look in his eye telling her to believe them. She found herself trusting his eyes, staying locked in his gaze until she came to her senses and darted her eyes back to the ceiling.
“It isn’t too late to have your dream life, Y/N,” Charlie spoke softly. Y/N could feel his eyes on her still, but she ignored it and continued to look at the ceiling where fireworks once were zooming around, darting towards the shelves, fizzing and sparking with beautiful colours. “You just have to talk to Percy if you always pictured him in your life. You can have the life you pictured, what you want and what you are supposed to have are not two different things.” He told her.” She listened to his words. She could do it. She could remove the painful dagger he had jabbed into her dreams and pull it out if she had to.
“I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, looking back over at Charlie who smiled at her, proud that she had finally listened. She found the corners of her lips turning up into a smile as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders and chest. Just then, pops and fizzes were heard overhead, making her look up, seeing the bright colours swirling around the ceiling before each of them whizzed off elsewhere in the shop.
“Well, that means it is a new hour-” Fred started, looking up at the new fireworks speeding through the store, dodging one that almost hit him.
“Lunchtime.” George finished, also gazing at the fireworks.
“Well, we best be heading to lunch, we’ve got lots to discuss and do today,” Charlie nodded to his brothers who started a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would take their lunch first. “I’ll see you at Y/N’s and Percy’s tomorrow night for the family dinner before I leave?” He asked them, earning nods and a frustrated grunt from Fred when George beat him in the first game.
“See you guys.” Y/N waved as they started a new round. Charlie and her turning around to make their way out of the shop, walking back out into the bitter cold. Y/N couldn’t help but let her destined conversation with Percy weigh on her mind.
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Y/N collected the dirty plates as Percy talked to Bill about Ministry business, the others having migrated to the living room after Y/N had denied help, the only one who insisted passed her stubbornness and actually forced her to let him help was Charlie who took it upon himself to clean and put the dishes back. “Here, dear, let me take those into the kitchen for you.” Molly marched back into the dining room, hands out ready to grab the stack of dishes from Y/N.
“You do not need to help, Molly, you are our guest, I am more than capable.” She insisted politely, adding another plate to the stack. It was one of their fancier sets, not that any of their sets weren’t fancy, but these ones were the more expensive set that they used for family gatherings.
“Nonsense dear, you can’t take all of these dishes without your wand. I’ll clear the table and you can go search for it.” Molly waved her hand at the young woman, forcefully grabbing the stacks of plates from her hands.
“Did you lose your brand new wand already?” Percy asked her, cutting off his conversation once his mother was in the kitchen. Y/N looked to him, shrinking back under his judgemental gaze, folding into herself as if she was a child being scolded.
“I had it in the bedroom while I was getting ready, I left it on the bed to go into the bathroom, but it was gone when I got back,” She explained, but he just huffed, rolling his eyes at her, muttering under his breath, clearly embarrassed she had been so foolish in front of his family. “I honestly think it got wrapped up in the sheets, I am sure I will find it when it is time to go to bed.” She spoke up.
“I am very sorry for her immaturity, Bill,” Percy apologized. “Y/N, could you go wait in the kitchen while I finish up with Bill then I’ll call you back in.” He told her. Nodding, she bowed her head, walking through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Molly and Charlie looked at her, but she simply waited outside of the doorway, trying not to listen to Percy and Bill talking.
“What are you doing,” She jumped when Charlie appeared beside her, his present startling her. “Sorry,” He apologized, drying his hands on one of the dishtowels as the dishes continued to watch themselves in the sink, Molly leaving the room to get more dishes from the table. “But what are you doing?”
“Waiting for Percy to be done, he wants to talk about me losing my wand,” She told him. Charlie groaned, tossing the towel to the counter messily, giving her a look. “I know, I know,” She muttered, knowing what he was thinking. “I need to talk to him, but I am not talking to him right before a huge family dinner nor am I talking to him while you’re here.” She told him, turning around as he walked farther into the kitchen, starting to put the dishes away as they placed themselves into the rack after drying themselves.
“That means you’re going to talk to him tomorrow after I leave, right?” He asked, not noticing Fred and George walking into the kitchen in search of more food, the pair stopping to listen to the conversation.
“Yes, at some point tomorrow I will talk to him. For now, I can survive this treatment for another night, besides, I want to put the conversation off because what if it’s the end of Percy and I? Am I really ready for that possibility? What if there is still love buried under this mess?” She worried, watching as he moved through the kitchen to place the dishes back, having already figured out the layout in the short time he was there. She was amazed at how quick he was to adapt to change.
“I guess then that is the difference between the life you picture and the life you are meant to have, there are things that just do not work out because they are holding you back from your dream. If this conversation is the end of you and Percy then it is the end.” Charlie shrugged, stopping what he was doing as the dishes started to lag behind. She hummed nervously, twisting her fingers as she shifted.
“Y/N, could you come in here for a moment?” Percy called to her. With one last look shared between her and Charlie, she turned, nearly bumping into George in the process, not realizing he was in the room. He smiled down at her, moving out of her way as Fred wandered up to Charlie, patting him on his back.
“You and I aren’t that different, are we Charlie-boy? Both trying to break up engagements.” He spoke, but something told Y/N she was not meant to hear that.
“I’m not trying to break up with engagement, Fred, that’s ridiculous-” She couldn’t hear what else Charlie was saying as she walked into the dining room again, spotting Percy sitting in the same spot, his hands folded on the clean table in front of him, Molly walking into the kitchen, smiling as she passed her, clearly unaware she was going to be lectured by her son.
“Really, Percy, I know where my wand is, I just didn’t have enough time to actually look for it in the sheets.” She told him, taking a seat at the table, a few spots down the head he sat at, his cold eyes on her. She gulped, shifting in her seat as she folded her hands in her lap, angling her body to look at him better.
“You couldn’t have told me you lost your wand? I could have found it and spared us being embarrassed in front of my family,” He questioned, exasperated. “You know, I know I saw this a lot, but I really do tolerate so much from you. Please, for the love of Merlin, next time think about how we appear to others before you tell people that you lost your brand new wand. I mean, how clumsy are you? First, you break one and now you lost one.” He shook his head, standing up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor.
“I really am sorry, Molly was asking and I couldn’t lie to her,” She insisted, standing up herself. “Where are you going, is this the end of the conversation, I don’t even get to defend myself?” She asked as he walked towards the archway leading to the hall. He paused, looking over his shoulder at her.
“I have to go do damage control so that we are not the laughing stock of the family. Why don’t you go and work on the dishes with Charlie?” He suggested in a way that told her to just listen to him. Not wanting to put him into a worse mood than he already was, she obeyed, making her way back into the kitchen where Charlie worked at putting the dishes away again, the twins had left, obviously taking the hallway back to the sitting room.
“Hey, I know this might not be the time, but I just realized that I might not be able to return for Christmas again this year so I wanted to take this opportunity to say Happy Christmas to you.” Charlie said when he heard her walking in, looking over his shoulder as he placed a glass back into its spot.
“Happy Christmas, Charlie.” She returned the festive greeting solemnly, making Charlie give her a concerned look before deciding not to ask any questions, clearly seeing that she was too wrapped up in her head to listen to him pester her. Instead, he went back to putting the dishes back, glancing at her every few minutes.
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The house had returned to its normal silence once again, leaving Y/N sitting alone in the sitting room, waiting for Percy to get home from the Ministry. She twisted her fingers together, staring at the flames in the fireplace, heating the room. Looking up as she heard the door to their house opening, she stood, rushing through the sitting room to look out into the hall, seeing Percy shrugging off his cloak and setting his briefcase down. “Percy,” She spoke softly, gaining his attention. He hummed, looking up at her as he untied his shoes. “Could you come in here a moment, I have to talk to you about something.” She asked him rather nervously.
“Of course, just a moment while I change my shoes, I don’t want to track snow into the house,” He told her, grabbing another pair of shoes to slip on. She nodded, ducking back into the sitting room and making her way back over to the sofa, taking her spot back. The thought of this conversation being the end of her relationship with him weighed in her mind, but after spending the day all by herself for the first time in a week, she realized how it already felt that it was over between them for the longest time. She wasn’t able to think too much about it anymore as Percy walked into the room, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them, trying to warm himself up. “What do you need to talk about?” He asked her, standing in front of the fireplace, holding his hands out to it.
“I want my dream life,” She blurted out, not giving herself a chance to chicken out. Gulping, she watched as he glanced over his shoulder at her in confusion. “I want to go back to work and I want to know if you still love me.” She continued, throwing the plan she had rehearsed for this conversation out the window.
“Of course I still love you-”
“Really? Because it seems to me that I am just a burden that you tolerate and I should not just be tolerated, I should be celebrated and shown love, but all you do is make comments and roll your eyes as if I am a child,” She ranted, the words just pouring out, easing the pressure she didn’t know she had weighing down on her chest. “I want to be loved and appreciated, not banished to doorways and shooed out of rooms. I want to be able to live, I want to be relevant in someone else's life, I want to make a name for myself, not just making it into the footnotes of your success story,” She paused, looking lifting her eyes from the floor, looking at him to see him fully turned towards her, his mouth hanging open as he blinked at her. “And I so desperately want to know that there is still love between us because you were who I imagined in my perfect life. Please,” She choked on unshed tears, feeling the tell-tale lump in her throat, blocking the words from leaving her mouth. “Please tell me that this is all in my head and that there is a flame still burning in the depths of this darkness.” She pleaded, a few tears slipping down her cold cheeks.
She was silent, the only noise coming from her were the sniffles as she tried to not let out the sobs and cries she was holding back. He stayed silent as well, his eyes stuck to the floor under his feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. A sob slipped past her lips as she realized what the silence meant, but part of her didn’t want to believe it. “If you don’t tell me it is possible for us to love each other still, then I will have no problem taking this dagger you jabbed through my heart out, leaving the idea of us bleeding out on this coffee table if that meant I could have my dream life,” She was fully prepared now to leave him, to dump the weight of him off her shoulders. “Believe me, Percy Weasley, I can do it if you do not tell me that I somehow got this all wrong,” She gave him another opportunity to speak up, to fight for her, but he remained silent, still not lifting his eyes to meet her. Just then, she knew that she could not deny it anymore and her heart shattered with the force compared to the killing curse, breaking into millions of little, tiny pieces as she realized that there was no more love and he was just tolerating her to save face. “Well, I guess this belongs to you again,” She whispered, pulling the engagement ring off her finger, gently laying it on the clean coffee table, standing up. “I already had my things ready in case this happened so this is goodbye, Percy.” She kept her eyes on him, hoping that he would lift his eyes from the floor finally and tell her to stay, that he did love her still, but he didn’t. He remained just as silent and cold as the house they were in. He gave her no other choice but to walk out of the room and walk out of this life, now free from the dagger in her heart and the weight of him crushing down on her, free from him only tolerating her.
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Dear Author I love the Weasley Twins x reader poly imagines Can u please do more fanfic of them x reader in a poly It’s the Twins and reader getting married And after the wedding ceremony and party they and the reader went somewhere for honeymoon And it’s fluff and it will be smut eventually Pleaseee🥺 Thankyouu🙏✨✨
A/N: Thanks for the request!! I love polyships, particularly with the twins. I’m sorry this took awhile to write, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hope I did your idea justice!
Warnings: none (I don’t do n$fw)
“Well, Y/N Weasley.” Fred lifted you up bridal style and threw you on the bed. “How about we celebrate our new marriage?”
Y/N smirked and hopped off the bed. They knew what the boys were thinking about, but they had other plans. They walked over to the record player sitting in the corner of their bedroom and played a muggle record.
Instead of going to some famous, yet beautiful, city like most people would for their honeymoon, George, Y/N, and Fred had decided on going to a cottage in between a forest and an open meadow. It was beautiful and very homey. The soft sunlight filtered through the windows onto the wood floors and the wood furniture. If you stood in the middle of the kitchen and looked out one window you would see the peaceful forest and the dark greens and browns it held, but if you turned around you could looks out another window onto the meadow, a mix of yellows, greens, and the odd burst of colour from flowers. It was the prefect place for a honeymoon with your two boys.
The record played smoothly while a fire crackled in the fireplace. You walked up to George and held out your hand. Not sure what you were up to, he took it. You pulled him into you and started to dance slowly with him. You both moved around the room slowly, socks shuffling on the wooden floors. It felt like an hour when it was probably only five minutes, but the way George stared into your eyes, into your soul really, made time seem to disappear. You both had soft smiles on your faces, revelling in the fact that you were theirs and they were yours forever and always. George glanced down at the beautiful rings — you had one from each twin — on your hands.
It was not a moment later that the music switched from the slow song that you didn’t really recognise into a rock song. It startled you, but before you could question it Fred grabbed your wrist and spun you around a few times. You were a little dizzy but laughing nonetheless. Fred had started to dance poorly, and George had joined in at dancing as stupidly as possible. They almost looked like they weren’t in control of their bodies and long limbs. You laughed and shook your head. Fred looked at you and pouted.
“Come on, Y/N. Join us! Become what you were meant to be!”
“And what would that be Freddie,” You retorted. “A fish on land? One of those wavy guys at car dealerships?”
George snorted before pulling you into his chest. Fred ended up behind you. They both had their arms around, Fred’s on your shoulders and George’s on your waist. Fred places a lingering kiss on your head. You were trapped in a cage of prankster.
“Y/N Weasley,” George pondered. “It sounds so fitting. However, I still liked Y/N Weasley’s-Wizard-Wheezes. It would be good advertising.”
“No it wouldn’t you dork.” You laughed into his chest. “You’re lucky I love you.”
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Candy Bar [George Weasley]
Pairing: George Weasley [HP] x reader [any house]
Summary: George always knew [y/n] was going to end up being part of his family, he just never wondered how.
Warnings: sexual insinuation, but nothing too explicit.
a/n: this ends a little bit sad, but open, so I might write a part 2 (no promises though).
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George Weasley was part of a selected big group of friends, with its honorary members being Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and his little brother Ron.
The lads weren't official members because of the age gap — it was rare the moments where they could hang mid-classes. But it didn't bother Fred, Lee and Angelina to have the little guys around.
There was another girl too, who George saw as much more of an official member than an honorary one. [y/n] [y/ln] was younger than him but older than his little brother — she was from the year between the two. They became friends entirely by accident — she got caught up on a prank not intended for her and after a not-so-much friendly match of Quidditch where she played gracefully and not at all vengeful, the twins talked her into being part of the friend group.
One could've said [y/n] was the one most out of the group, but, surprisingly, she managed well around them. She became very close to Angelina, and she had openly called Fred her very best mate once. Even when Potter was around, she never acted as a “fangirl” — and she noticeably picked Ron over Harry tons of times.
They were all together one afternoon, playing card games in the grass by the Lake when Fred had an idea: steal food from the house-elves.
[y/n] was immediately into it. “We have to be quick then because it’s almost supper time, and they’ll be all up to our arses if they catch us by that time,” she said, getting up and leaving her deck of cards to Angelina to handle.
Ron got up quickly too, ready to follow the girl wherever she went. Fred just smile. “Anyone else for our road trip?” asked the older twin.
“It’s hardly a road trip,” opined Angelina, before winning against Hermione and starting the game again.
Since no one else got up, the three left. George and Lee drew closer to the two girls left, anxious to see if Hermione could beat Angelina, but chances were the Quidditch player was going to win again.
“Has anyone noticed Ron’s fancying [y/n]?” asked Hermione, who had smelled it in the air, way before anyone else, but she just wanted to be sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks.
Lee snorted at the question, trying not to shame-laugh. He hadn’t only noticed Ron’s crush — he noticed Hermione’s too. Angelina simply smiled and kept playing the card game, but George spoke up.
“I dunno how it ends, but [y/n] will for sure be part of my fam,” he said, laughing it off.
“How so?” asked Hermione, tensing up a bit, which allowed Angelina some advantage in the game.
“Well, Ron fancies her; she fancies Fred and Fred…. well, I reckon that bloke hasn’t pashed anyone, that’s for sure,” George replied. “Either Fred falls for her or she falls for Ron, but she’ll end up a Weasley, alright.”
Lee elbowed the redheaded.
“She’ll end up your sister,” he laughed.
“In-law,” added George, suddenly wanting to make sure [y/n] was not blood-related to him.
Angelina and Lee exchanged knowing looks, but Hermione and George were oblivious to the exchange. George was inside his wee world, thinking why it bothered him to acknowledge [y/n] as a sister, and Hermione was wishful thinking that Fred could bloody well fancy [y/n] right away.
The match went on, with Angelina winning that turn and then Lee taking Hermione’s place and losing too — the difference was Lee didn’t care and laughed his loss away. George wanted to play too, but when his turn finally came, Fred, Ron and [y/n] arrived with the stolen food.
“Hey, I wanna go back to my match,” said [y/n], sitting down next to Angelina, who remained unbeatable. “Who’s the winner?”
“Who would you reckon?” replied Lee, smiling. [y/n] liked his smirk, it felt sparkling in the twilight.
“Angie,” [y/n] smiled too as she spoke.
“No worries — I’ve been playing non-stop and George hasn’t had his turn,” Angelina said, moving away from the card pile. “Take my place,” offered the Quidditch chaser.
[y/n] took the offer, and looked straight at George. He had a playful smile, which only increased when he reached the pile and started shuffling the cards for the new game.
In the background, George heard Ron asking Hermione if Harry showed up, and the bookworm replied with a “no”. The younger twin wasn’t facing Ron, but he could visualize the frown on his face. Harry Potter was chosen to be a Triwizard champion, which meant he was generally never free and around — but also, his friendship with Ron was a bit rocky at the moment.
George reverted his focus on [y/n].
“Get ready to eat grass, Weasley,” the girl said.
“We’ll see,” responded George, feeling his grin widen.
[y/n] was late, which meant Fred and George were late too. They planned a quick trip to Hogsmeade, but they were going “illegally” and if [y/n] took a minute longer to get ready, Fred swore he was gonna leave her behind.
“I’m here!” she whispered and shouted, at the same time. George wondered how she managed that.
“You’re late,” the younger twin said, messing with her.
“Just five minutes,” she pointed out, checking her wristwatch.
“Could well mean the difference between getting caught,” George continued.
“Stop, you two,” said Fred, but he knew very well all the bickering came from his twin. George hadn’t found his way around flirting women, and it showed — Fred knew he had to do something about it, but it’d need to be later. At the moment, he only sought to get to Hogsmeade.
“She started it,” said George, defending himself.
“How could I?” she inquired, startled.
“By showing up late,” he answered, frowning his brows.
Fred rolled his eyes and decided not to meddle. They could figure it out for themselves. The older twin, then, took the front of the little voyage group and led them to the secret passageway. The trio went through that one-eyed old crone’s hump, and soon they were in the dark corridor that would lead them away from Hogwarts.
Fred and George had to lean their backs, so they wouldn’t smack their heads, but [y/n] could go most of the way just fine and stretch. She had been there three times before, but it was never easy being in that dim and smelly place.
She didn’t even notice when she edged nearer George Weasley until he offered her his arm. Furthermore, she looked at it, suspiciously, before accepting.
They had a complicated relationship. They were always quarrelling, like too foolish kids that couldn’t possibly like the opposite gender. It was always stupid, but [y/n] couldn’t avoid it — it seemed so nice to bicker with George because then he would look at her sideways and provocatively grin and that usually made her smile too.
She had a thing for Fred from the first moment she learned his name. It had been some girl in her class had been ranking the most handsome blokes of Hogwarts, and when [y/n] asked who was Fred Weasley and why he was in twenty-second place, her classmate smiled and asked: “Why? Do you think he should be higher up?”. [y/n] didn’t think that, of course. At eleven years of age, she barely thought of boys that way, especially the ones one year older, who seemed so much more mature back then. But later she was engrossed in one of the twins’ pranks, and Fred presented himself.
Tall, even for a twelve-year-old, and with beautiful freckles in his cheeks — [y/n] didn’t need much more thinking; she knew she had become a woman, and she was ready to have that man.
They became friends later on, and even though [y/n] never made advances towards Fred, she never tried to stop fancying him either. It just felt natural to have a crush, a since Fred was right there and available, she took him.
Of course, she went out with other boys, specifically last year when she had just turned fourteen, but it never felt quite right. Not even as right as studying with Hermione, not as right as relying on Ronald, and definitely not as right as bickering with George.
It felt nicer to argue with George than to kiss Oliver Wood! she remembered, in a sudden thought in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. Her expression changed, worrying George, but since she stayed in silence, he did the same.
Oliver had been [y/n]’s first kiss, and even though he was very gentle and kind — even nowadays — the only thing he taught her was that she was better off single.
“We’re almost there, I reckon,” said Fred, having to rely on his memory to keep marshalling. He didn’t regret having given Harry his map, but sometimes, he felt nostalgic for it.
The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. [y/n] and George followed just behind, still with their arms intertwined. George didn’t want to think what that gesture possibly meant, and he didn’t have to — they had ended up right into the cellar of Honeydukes.
“This passage remains safe, thank Merlin,” Fred thought out loud, which made [y/n] repress a laugh. She then remembered to let go of George’s arm, since she was back in the light, but her arms felt empty without his there.
They didn’t longer around Honeydukes — their plan was to go to the joke shop and get new supplies, and thenceforth go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. The candy store was barely empty, so their exit had to be a bit theatrical so no one would suspect a thing.
Zonko’s shop called the boys' attention as soon as the three of them stepped outside Honeydukes, and [y/n] had to hush to follow them. The store was striking, the girl had to give in. Its walls, covered with shelves, loaded not only with Dungbombs and Hiccough Sweets, but also Frog Spawn Soap, Sugar Quills, and Nose-Biting Teacups. No wonder the boys loved to shop there.
“So, Fred, what’s it that you guys are looking for to stock?” [y/n] leaning against the shelf that Fred was so meticulously observing.
The red-headed looked down at her for only a second and smiled.
“A bit of everything, I suppose,” he replied.
George appeared from behind [y/n] and the shelf, scaring her with a nudge. She, at least, managed not to scream. It wasn’t late yet, only twilight, but the stored seemed umbra, which gave the toys up on the shelves a different glow. Macabre, [y/n] determined.
“Never, ever, do that again, do you understand?” she threatened George, but the twin only giggled.
“Come with me, [y/l/n],” said George, eyeing the back of the corridor he was in. “You’re gonna like this.”
Fred tried really hard not to smile at his twin taking an initiative, while [y/n] followed.
George waited until [y/n] was right next to him and offered his arm again. There was really no official reason for it — even though it was starting to be dusk outside, the shop still had light enough for the girl not to feel scared, but he liked being of use.
[y/n] accepted his arm with biting of lips, suddenly feeling very nervous with the interaction. Could she like George? She wondered, innocently. He was a nice lad, for sure. He was also a tiny bit taller than Fred, and she did like tallboys. But he’s very annoying, she reminded herself. He’s always teasing you in a non-lovable way.
“Do you know Ronniekins has a devotion for you?”
George plumped the question, smirking in taunting.
“Ronniekins? Ron?” she asked, stunned.
[y/n] didn’t even bother with George’s smile. She cared for Ron, a lot since she confided in him most of the time, but if the lad was messing things up… she would need to take a stand, and she wouldn’t like it.
“Yep,” affirmed George. “He developed some sort of crush on you; I can’t speak anything in your concern without being scolded.”
“That’s nice of him,” she tried to smile, attempting to make the best out of the situation, but she just couldn’t. “Oh… But if he really does fancy me… I’ll have to say something, right? I don’t wanna lead him on.”
“To be honest, I think even if you actually stare him down and say: ‘Ronald Weasley, I do not fancy you and I don’t want to kiss you’, he will still hold on to hope,” George told her, pressing his arm against her harder. He wanted to comfort her, and he didn’t even fully comprehend why.
[y/n] was an enjoyable lassie and, even though he messed with her all the time, he liked to be around her. But did he like like being around her? Oh, Merlin… He couldn’t. His younger brother loved her, his older brother was the object of her affection. He did not want or wish to be in the middle of it. As a matter of fact, he liked to mock the situation from the outside. She’s a future sister-in-law, he told himself, but it felt wrong in his mind. She’s part of the family, he pondered again, and that phrase felt easier, which was a relief.
The girl in question watched George’s expression, as it tensed and relaxed, and she wondered if he was worried about his little brother. That’s sweet of him, she thought.
They finally stopped in front of a shelf filled with candy bars, but George remained silent and did not explain why they stopped there.
“George?” she called his attention. “What do you think I should do?”
His eyes stared down at her, thoughtfully. He truly wanted to help her, even if it meant walking her down the aisle to his twin.
“Well, you don’t fancy him, do you? I reckon it’s another brother of mine you have your eyes on,” he said, out loud this time. For some reason, he felt like he needed to know. He needed to know if she still had a thing for Fred. Or even for Ron, if the tables had turned.
[y/n] avoided George’s eyes. How could he have found out about her wee crush on Fred? She sure wasn’t being self-evident, was she?
But even so, if she were obvious, what was she supposed to answer? She most definitely was not going to confess, especially because her feelings have been shifting a lot. Fred was her best mate. Yeah, she knew they would match just fine if it were Fred to ask her out, but did she want it? Did she yearn to be Fred’s companion?
“I don’t fancy Ron, obviously,” she answered, finally, after a while pondering how to phrase her feelings. “And I don’t know what you mean about brothers of yours.”
George snorted. “Okay then.”
He decided it was for the best if he just remained quiet and did not bother her about it any longer. She didn’t want to answer, and, honestly, he didn’t wanna hear it. So he faced the shelf he had directed her towards and picked one of the candy bars.
She breathed a sigh of relief that he had dropped the previous matter, and asked: “I didn’t know Zonko’s shop sold candy.”
“Not any proper candy,” he replied. “This is a special one.”
“Really? How so?”
George gave her the candy bar, so she could analyse it, but, as he very well knew, there was nothing in its packaging that revealed its true content.
“They provoke emotions, different ones, but always strong ones,” George explained, taking back the bar from her hands. “This one, for instance, is for decisive moments. See here?” he pointed to a very small font where it could be read: “you want the courage to do what you most long to? This is for you!”
“Why would someone eat something like this?”
“Various reasons,” George shrugged before taking another candy bar from the rack. “This one is for knowledge. Suppose you have a test tomorrow — this could be your salvation.”
[y/n] took the second bar from his hands and analysed it herself. “Only if I know the test’s subjects beforehand, you mean,” she said, returning him the candy bar. “If you haven’t studied, this won’t be much help.”
“It will be some help,” said George.
“Right,” [y/n] snorted.
“Anyway, it’s practically not much of use nowadays. Professor Snape found a way to perceive it in your organism with a special potion,” he explained, but he didn’t place the bar back in its place. He held still the two candy bars and led [y/n] to the cashier.
“You know you’re buying the courage one, right?” she whispered in his ear before Fred could reach them in the cashier line.
George smiled.
“You are the one buying it,” he corrected her. “After all, you’ll need it to talk to Ron.”
[y/n] let out some air from her throat, completely frustrated. She knew she didn’t fancy Ron, at least, so she should talk to him. Perhaps the candy bar was going to be of some use.
“What are you two buying?” asked Fred, having absolutely no free space in his arms. He had a bit of everything — Dungbombs, Frog Spawn Soap, Nose-Biting Teacups and more that [y/n] wasn’t able to name.
“Magic Bars,” the girl answered, looking up to meet Fred’s eyes. It was only then she realized she still held George’s arm, so she instantly let it go — but not before Fred couldn’t notice.
“Oh, so you can be brave enough to break up with Ronniekins?” asked Fred, smirking.
The girl looked shocked. “Oh, come on! Everyone knew?”
The twins only laugh it out.
Knowing that Ron was going to arrive at any moment at the Three Broomsticks with the rest of the gang, [y/n] popped the candy bar and ate it all at once, only stopping for a sip of butterbeer to make it all easier to let out. George watched, surprised, but offered his own comment: “I don’t think you needed to have eaten it all.”
She sniffed. “Could have informed me that earlier, couldn’t you?”
Fred just smirked, amused with the scenario. He took the opportunity to corner his twin when going to get more butterbeers at the counter, leaving [y/n] alone on the table.
“So… now that she’s breaking up with Ron, when are you gonna tell her you fancy her?”
George’s eyes widened, staring at his twin with disbelief.
“What? You’re gonna pretend you don’t like the lass?”
“[y/n]’s a friend,” George answered, sharply.
“Right…”
They ordered the butterbeers and waited, avoiding staring at each other. Fred didn’t want to keep laughing at his twin, and George didn’t want to confess something he wasn’t entirely sure.
Could he fancy [y/n]? No, he answered mentally. She fancied Fred, and he always promised not to come between his twin’s girls. Because, if ever [y/n] decided to hit on Fred, he knew his twin wasn’t going to be able to resist. She was just like that, and she never even noticed — if she wanted a guy, she’d have him. And the day she’d claim Fred would come, and George would be left to watch the two love birds.
“Seriously, now,” started Fred, handing the butterbeers, “why don’t to come clean with her?”
George sighed. “I have nothing to clean. Do I like her? Yes. Do I think she’s pretty? Yep. But we’re better off as mates, or better saying, bickering mates,” answered him, finally.
Fred decided to say nothing more. George would eventually realize on his own that he like [y/n] and, when that day arrived, Fred could finally beam saying “told you so”.
They sat back at their places, noticing the small crowd on their table. Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Lee and (the big surprise of the night) Harry Potter had arrived, and they were talking jubilantly about the upcoming ball they had been hearing whispers about.
George sat between [y/n] and Ron purposefully, and [y/n] sighed in relief while staring at George.
“Hasn't it had any effect yet?” asked George, referring to the candy. [y/n] just shook her head. “It will happen soon.”
She wished he was right.
The two of them got caught up on the table talk, adding their own remarks and desires for the party. [y/n] didn’t add much too aloud, though — she was afraid Ron could say something about them going together.
Suddenly, she felt a kick inside her. The candy bar! she thought, anxiously. She stared at Ron from behind George and gesture for them to go out. She needed to say it, once and for all.
George watched as the two of them left, but he didn’t make a comment.
“So much for [y/n] marrying Fred…” Lee said aloud.
“Me?” asked Fred, confused and frowning. Lee laughed and Angelina tried to ease Fred, mostly for [y/n]’s sake, then for the red haired’s.
George kept staring at the door as if wishing the conversation ran out faster if he did so. Lee nudged George.
“Is she kissing him?”
“Ew, no,” George replied. “She wanted to talk him out of his feelings,” he continued. “She even ingested one of the Magic Bars for courage.”
“Those are never a good idea,” said Hermione, meddling.
“Why?” asked Lee, genuinely curious. He often liked those candy bars.
“Well, it gives you the kicks to do what you most long for. Not necessarily a good thing if what you most long for is to kill someone, for instance,” she explained. Hermione, then, shrugged, knowing [y/n] was not about to kill Ron, but suggesting that what she most longed for might not be “end things” with Ron.
George pondered Hermione’s words. What could be the thing [y/n] most ached for, and could the magical candy bar really help?
He had no more time to think as the door from the Three Broomsticks opened once again, but only Ron came in. He had some of a tired look on his face, and that worried George. Not for his younger brother, but for [y/n].
George got up and left, leaving a confused Lee behind. Angelina and Fred exchanged looks before smirking — both sharing a secret of what had happened.
“Never again make me ingest one of those bars, are you hearing me?” [y/n] said as soon as she faced George, in on dark space between Three Broomstick and the next store next to it.
“What happened?” George asked, stupefied.
“Nothing, of course, and how could it? With Ron?” she laughed it off. “I just told him something about him being the little brother I never had and how I saw him grow up so fast. He understood the message.”
George waited, but she said nothing more. “So, what’s the matter?”
“I want to be touched, Georgie!” she exclaimed, surprising herself. She covered her mouth, a little too late, but it was the least she could. Had she really told George she wanted to be touched? Had he understood the length of her words?
George froze, giving [y/n] the time to gather her thoughts. He looked very handsome in the half-light coming from the establishment next door, and [y/n] enumerated how many freckles he had on his face. There were more than Fred’s, and George’s were more intensely gathered on his nose. The twin noted the girl’s fierce inspection and cleared his throat.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone almost gruff as he felt completely exposed in the dim light of the Hogsmeade night.
“I’m counting your freckles,” she replied truthfully. It wasn’t the candy effect — she really wanted to be honest, because that was how she was around George. [y/n] never thought before talking when she was with the younger Weasley twin, unlike when she was around Fred or even Oliver Wood.
“Why?” George questioned in a whisper. It was like he was afraid to speak.
“Because…” [y/n] didn’t have a “why”. She wanted to, so she counted. She wanted to come closer to him, so she did. Moreover, she longed for his touch, and that terrified her. “I wanna kiss you.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it felt very loud in both of their ears.
What? George wanted to ask, but he wasn’t able to mould a coherent phrase. Instead, he leaned closer. If she wanted to kiss him, he would let her. He had thought it before: the man she desired, she would get.
“George?” she asked, forcing him to open his eyes once again. “I won’t kiss you unless you say you want to kiss me too.”
“I thought you were desperate to be touched,” George played, smirking a little.
“Desperate? I didn’t say that” [y/n] smiled too.
“Kiss me, [y/n],” he said, the smirk disappearing.
She took one last deep breath and pressed her lips against his. It felt sweet at first, but then it was something different, something [y/n] could not find words to describe, perhaps spicy could be a great word, but it wouldn’t delineate it completely. There was more, always more, and when [y/n] opened her mouth waiting for his advance, she was impressed to feel him eager.
Their kiss deepened, it became something of its own, essentially when George’s arms took her whole body in, tugging, hugging, caressing her. She did the same with her hands, searching for his red curls, and pulling him in by the neck.
“George, touch me,” [y/n] yearned.
“I… I…” George couldn’t find the words, neither to say yes nor no.
He kept pulling her, closer and closer, but it wasn’t enough. He finally understood her, understood what she longed for because he longed for the same. To touch her, on her very core. But he couldn’t.
“We shouldn’t, [y/n],” he said, sorrowfully. “I shouldn’t.”
“Fine,” she whispered, leaning over his ear. “But I should.”
Her hands left his neck and wandered towards his trousers, finding the confirmation of his deepest desires. Oh, he hankered to touch her, too. He only lacked what the candy bar gave [y/n]: fearlessness.
He held her hand before she pressed him even tighter.
“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” he asked. “You’re probably intoxicated.”
“Intoxicated?” she stepped back. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t believe her. “Why? Because I would rather be with Fred, you reckon? Oh, yeah, you know so much about me!”
She took more steps away from him, and looked back, finding him with a disturbed expression on his face.
“If I wanted to be with Fred, I would’ve found a way to drag him here,” she said, confidently but also angry. “But it was you who came to me, and yes, I might’ve been the one to kiss you, but only because you told me to.”
“[y/n]! I… I just don’t think you wanted to… in the middle of Hogsmeade,” he shouted back, feeling the first raindrop fall over his nose. “Because don’t turn this on me! I’ll allow you to touch me anywhere you’d like, any day, even! You longed to be touched, but I’ve been longing to be touched by you!”
His words weren’t only an astonishment to her, but to him too. George didn’t know he had been thinking about her that way until she touched him — until he felt the taste of her lips.
[y/n] made a quick decision: she left. She turned her back, feeling raindrops start to fall all over her, but she didn’t bother and kept walking away, towards Honeydukes.
George watched as she went, and he was frozen, even in the rain. It was Fred who found him, all soaked.
“What happened?” Fred asked, but his twin did not answer. “I knew I should have taught you better how to hit on girls.”
George, paralysed, only moved his lips. “She left me,” he finally said. “In the rain, all alone.”
Fred breathed. “Let’s go back to Hogwarts; she’s not going to get back here.”
George followed, but he remained emotionless.
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Whose name?- George Weasley
WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, Dom!George, slight dry humping, Public sex, Unprotected sex, teasing, jealousy, slight hickey kink, possessive kink
A/N: barely edited on 3/29/21 for accuracy.
You were so excited for the summer this year. Normally you hate going home, but this year you get to spend it with your boyfriend. Your parents aren't normally nice to you, so when George told you that you could stay all summer you were ecstatic. All five of you walked inside the cozy home and set your trunks down. “I know it’s not much and you're going to have to sleep with me an-” you walk over to George quickly and hug him tightly “thank you,” you say into his chest. When you pull away you see a big smile on his face and can't help but smile back. He was the sweetest person you’ve ever known. “Come on then,” he said, grabbing your hand to hold in one of his, the other holding both of you’s trunks. You wave to the rest of the group as you walk up the stairs to Fred and George’s room. As room as the door opens you look at him, not able to help the huge smile that comes across your face. “I love it here,” you say “which bed is yours?”. George points to a bed and smiles. You walk over to your boyfriend’s bed and lay down, “Everything is so cozy”. George chuckled “glad you like it, love,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I don't know why you thought I wouldn't like sleeping with yall. I mean come on….. I get to snuggle with George Weasley” you laugh and he lays down with you. “You would like that huh?” he asked, wrapping you in his arms, you humming in response. “Love you” you mumbled, “love you too darling”.
You wake up to an owl squawking at your window. George could sleep through almost anything, not that he had a choice with how many siblings he has. You get up and walk over to the window opening it for the bird. You recognized the owl, it was Oliver's. You take the letter from the bird’s beak and read who it’s for.
To: Fred & George. From: Oliver Wood
You walk over to where your boyfriend is sleeping and smile at how peaceful he looked. You pepper George’s face with kisses, not being able to help yourself. George starts to wiggle in his sleep before he smirks with his eyes closed. You noticed, but keep on kissing him. “Nice way to wake up might I say” George opens his eyes to look at you when you stop kissing him. You rolled your eyes “Sorry” you said, trying not to blush, but feeling your cheeks burn. He chuckled “no please don't be sorry. It’s adorable honestly.” He leaned in and gave you a soft meaning full kiss before pulling away. “What’s that?” he said pointing to the letter. “Oliver wrote to you and Fred” George closed his eyes and put his hands over his face mumbling something like “goddammit Fred, fucking ass-” you pulled his hands away and could tell he was frustrated “What’s wrong?”. George looked up at you and rolled his eyes “Fred invited Oliver to play quidditch. I told him not to invite him” he groaned “It’s hard not to punch him in the face when he’s looking at you like he would take you up against the wall”. You blushed “George...he doesn’t like me like that. And even if he did I love you and only you. I'm all yours.” George nods. “Promise?” he asked “I promise”. George leaned up and kissed you softly and kissed you passionately. You kissed back, loving the feeling of his lips touching yours. You could always tell how much he cared when he kissed you. George flipped you over to where he was on top and started to kiss down your neck. You began to whimper as he sucked a mark on your skin until his hands started to tickle your sides. “AH GEORGE STOP THAT YOU T-TWAT” you screamed through your laughter. George stopped and you both laughed. “Thanks, George I was kinda getting into that before you ruined it!” he smiled “I know. I mean you should’ve seen it. You were whimpering and I could see your lip quivering, I even heard my name a couple of times,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and you. You blushed and rolled your eyes. You look over to see Fred in the doorway with an almost scared look on his face. “Bloody hell you two, get a room”
When Oliver arrives
You and George are cuddling on the couch and watching some muggle movie when Oliver opens the door he walks in and looks you up and down. “Hello there Y/N,” he said “Hey” you responded before looking at your boyfriend to find he was already looking at you and tightening his grip on your body. “Hey y/n” Oliver tried to get your attention. You gave George a reassuring peck on the lips before looking at Oliver “Yeah?” you asked. “What's that bruise on your neck?” he asked, leaning closer to get a better look at it. “Well if you must know wood, it’s a hickey” Oliver backed up to his original spot and made a surprised face “hmm… kinda weird looking don't you think. It’s got a weird blob shape to it eh’? “. You rolled your eyes, starting to see what your boyfriend was talking about. You could feel George stiffen at his words. He tended to be confident in the moment, but self-conscious afterward. “Actually I like them,” you say looking at Oliver “you know sometimes I wish he would do it more often to be honest with you”. Oliver looked at you like he didn’t know what to say, so you turned your attention to someone more important, your boyfriend. George leaned over to whisper in your ear “Is that true love? Cause if so… I'm sure I can make some arrangements”. George pulled back to watch your reaction. You felt your cheeks get hot and look at your hands in your lap, biting your lip “Mhm” you mumble. George chuckles and kisses your cheek and you hear Oliver walk out of the room. “You know…” he whispered “I can't tell if seeing you flustered makes me want to fuck you into my mattress or cuddle with you, but I'm debating doing both,” he said, causing you to whimper. George kissed you on the cheeks and got up from his spot on the couch. “Well, I should go get the others so that we can plan out the whole quidditch thing,” he said. Once everyone was in the living room George and Fred spoke up “what are the teams?”. Ginny smiled “Well, I was thinking we could change our plans” she smirked. “Mom and Dad left a little while ago, so I thought we should play truth or dare”. Ron rolled his eyes “Really ginny, we aren't little kids anymore”. Ginny scoffed “Actually Ronald, you didn’t let me finish” you fought to keep in your laugh. Ron really does have a problem with cutting people off. “I was going to tell you that I have some veritaserum,” she said grabbing a glass bottle out of her pocket, “thought we’d make the steaks higher. If you refuse a dare, or pick truth, then you have to take some” she smirked. “Oh, I'm so in,” you and George said at the same time. George and you looked at each other and started laughing, making Oliver roll his eyes. The six of you all began to walk outside to the fire that Fred made for the game, before sitting in a circle beside it, Ginny set the bottle in the middle. “y/n” she asked “truth or dare”. You rolled your eyes and chuckled “truth”. She nodded her head and people around the circle laughed “okay. Take a drop” she gestured to the potion. You reach for the veritaserum and put a drop on your tongue. “Okay y/n” she giggles “Have you and George had sex, and if you have how good was he”. You can't stop the words from coming out of your mouth and immediately respond. “Oh yeah, a few times actually.” people around the circle laughed. “And for the second question… god yes. Don't even get me started on how good he feels,” you said “okay y/n that’s enough” but you continued “I mean god, I would be down to let him fuck me right now if you all weren't here.” Everyone in the circle starts to laugh except for Oliver and George. Oliver looked pissed and George was well smirking proudly. “I mean he knows a lot more than he’ll tell you I ca-” Ginny cuts you off, giggling “Okay y/n, we get it,” she said, trying to catch her breath “it’s another turn,” she said and turned to George. “Truth or dare?” she asked. “Do you even know me?!” he asked, pretending to be offended. Ginny rolled her eyes “I dare you to go have 40 minutes in heaven with y/n”. George smirked and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him back into the burrow. Once you were inside George kissed you “Did the potion wear off yet?”. You nodded your head, “I think so.”. He hums “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?” he asked. You looked down at the ground and blushed. “Yep. It’s worn off,” he said and pulled you over to the couch. He lightly pushed you onto the couch and climbed on top of you. George kissed you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how hard he was. He took his lips off of yours and started trailing them down your neck, leaving marks along the way. “You’re already s-so hard” you whimpered “How could I not be? A few minutes ago you were bragging about how good I make you feel. As soon as you started talking I knew that I was going to have to take care of you later. Ginny’s a good wingman” he said, moving back up to your jawline. You whimpered at his words and the feel of his lips on your skin. “George I want you so bad. Please make me feel good” you said through your whimpers, causing his hips to buck against yours on accident. You moaned loud at the friction you’ve been needing. George smirks at your reaction, this time rolling his hips against yours on purpose. You moan louder “George! Please”. George moves his mouth up to your ear “Did you want something darling?” he asked. “Please fuck me George. I need you, all yours” you whine out. George groans “Damn right you are”. He gets off of you and starts to take off his clothes as quickly as possible, you soon follow his reactions. George moves over to the couch “come here beautiful” he said and you oblige. You get on top of him, unable to hold in your whines. You knew what was about to happen, George has fucked you like this before, It’s probably your favorite position. Your boyfriend helped you lift your hips and aligned himself with your throbbing pussy before slowly pushing your hips down. “Fuck you’ve got such a tight little hole” he grunts. George’s grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off of his cock and slid you back down. George got faster with every thrust. He was fucking up into you and you lived for it. “George” you moaned loudly, making the boy fuck harder and deeper into you. You writhed above him, taking everything he gave you. You started feeling yourself clench around George’s cock. “I'm so close George'' you whined “Me too,” he said between uneven breaths. George’s movements stop for a moment, hearing the front door squeak. George looked to the door frame and saw Oliver looking at them, deciding to let him hear you. He was going to make it clear that when you moan, you moan for him and him only. You didn’t know that Oliver was there, you were feeling too good to pay attention to your surroundings. George pounded roughly into you. You cried out broken moans of his name with every thrust. George kept eye contact with Oliver. George could tell that Oliver was pissed and didn’t give a fuck, he wanted George's girl. “Who do you belong to again?” he growled “You!” you moaned out and tucked your head to suck marks on his skin. “I'm sorry darling. I didn’t catch their name” he groaned “who makes you feel this good?” you moaned louder for him “George Weasley!”. George smirked at Oliver and knew how close you were, you get louder and -if possible- tighter. You cum hard, tightening around George’s cock and whimpering his name. George couldn't handle going much longer after hearing your pretty little whimpers and came inside of you. You lift your head and look to see what George was staring at “oh, hey Oliver”
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