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melancholyandfrogs · 2 years

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Harry Potter and the Unfortunate Rewriting

(aka the worst collection of fanfiction about every one of my fav hp ships and, spoiler, I have a lot)

For ordering it, I go in chronological order of when the fic would be taking place - and I will be updating this as I update/finish the fics. To start out we have:

Marauder’s Era

moonlight looks good on you (unless you're Remus Lupin)

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black

finished fic / 7.6k words

wolfstar friends to lovers

I love them so much

marauder shenanigan's

heartbreaking end

has a sequel where they’re older and happy

“Moony,” Sirius whines, bumping the back of his head against his boyfriend’s chest as the lazy werewolf wraps an arm around his middle and. “Pay attention to me.”

Remus huffs and leans further back against the wall, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to flip the page of his book. Smoke comes out as he breathes. “You’re on top of me, Pads.”

The rambunctious Gryffindor wiggles back against his boyfriend, and tenses immediately as he lets out a growl and his arm tightens.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want attention, Moony, give me attention.” Sirius continues to demand, tilting his head up to meet Remus’ amber eyes. “If James was here he’d give me attention. So would Dorcas!” His boyfriend scoffs. “Now you’re pushing it.”

patience isn’t a virtue (unless you’re James Potter)

James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

finished fic / 5.4k words

jily slowburn

marauder shenanigan's

baby harry and it’s very cute

they die in the end

has a sequel where they come back to life lol

He asks her shyly, and politely, if they could name the baby after them, and maybe Sirius or Remus.

“What do you want to name them?” Lily asks, rubbing her stomach. “It has to be better than Bambi.”

“Of course.” James, grinning, rolls his eyes before gulping, features taking a more sincere look. “My papa’s name is-”

“Fleamont, your middle name.” She says matter of fact.

He ignores that she interrupted and continues. “Right, he said it was tradition for the middle name of a male in our family to take their father’s name, instead of just having the first names be the same. But Papa’s middle name was Hari -we can make it more English.”

Lily smiles, looking down to her stomach. “So, Hari or Harry James for a boy-”

“Harry James?” She didn’t think he should have been able to look as surprised as he was. “What about Sirius?”

“It’s tradition, James.” Lily scolds, huffing at him. “I know you love Sirius but we can name another kid after him, where the middle name won’t be tradition important.”

Only because she knows him so well can she tell that James is blushing. “You want more?”

Green eyes roll at him. “I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t.”

Rebellion Era - Side to Golden Era

loyalty doesn’t mean forgiveness (unless you’re Zacharias Smith)

Zacharias Hepzibah Smith x Theodore Tiberius Nott

uncompleted fic

childhood friends to reluctant lovers

good slytherins & bad hufflepuffs

they’re happy in the end

theodore nott has my heart

Without anyone really knowing how, Sirius Black himself snuck into Hogwarts and broke into the Gryffindor dormitory. Everyone is in a panic but the Slytherin is more annoyed than anything -especially when most of the teachers are only concerned about Potter instead of the entire school, instead of his friends or Quidditch team, instead of the person a mass murderer would actually kill.

When all the students are sleeping on the floor of the great hall, Theodore lays down between Zach and a much too cold wall, but that doesn't matter. He felt better when he was next to Zach, protecting him.

“Theo?” Zach murmurs, turning over on his mat, pressing his cheek against the Slytherin’s shoulder, warming his entire side. “Are you still awake?”

“Of course,” Theodore mutters back, wrapping his arm around his best friend’s side. “Since when am I asleep before you?”

He shrugs, scooting even closer, placing his hand over the one Theodore has on his chest -effectively using him like one of his teddy bears (that he’s damn sure he still has on his bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory).

“Never.”

“Exactly.”

There’s a few moments of silence, moments where they’re both just breathing together, and then Zach is burying himself completely in Theodore’s side, giving up all hopes of retaining dignity in favor of cuddling with the older boy.

“I’m scared.” He says quietly, and then, “Don’t let go… please.”

Theodore nods, resting his head on the blond’s while he speaks. “I won’t.”

The entire night, he sticks to his words like a promise (and to him, it is).

respect doesn’t equal love (unless you’re Fleur Delacour)

William Arthur Weasley x Fleur Isabelle Delacour

uncompleted fic

bleur slowburn

fleur is a badass

charlie weasley is an asexual menace

bill and tonks are best friends

it goes over their entire relationship

Bill turns back to Fleur. “Is your mum okay with all of this?”

Unceremoniously, Fleur shrugs. “She has to be, I’m eighteen and she doesn’t really have a choice.”

“Yes, but it is always quite nice to get acceptance of our actions from our parents.” At his words, her want to seem more independent without consoling her parents mom dulls down, and Fleur realizes that Bill truly doesn’t care how much she talks to her mother, as long as she’s happy with it.

He’s a family man, he always will be, and he knows that she would tell her mother about this and he knows that she would have strong opinions.

Like always, Bill is looking out for her and guiding her into the right direction without even realizing that he’s doing it.

laughter can’t solve everything (unless you’re George Weasley)

George Fabian Weasley x Angelina Johnson x Lee Jordan

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

humor and fluff is the point of this fic

george x lee = idiots/best friends to lovers

george x angelina = enemies to lovers, idiot x smart

lee x angelina = brat falls in love with intimidating person

they all use humor/sarcasm to cope

I can’t get over this possibility

"And Wood gets the Quaffle back from out of bounds, and spins to face the rings once more. Johnson, now distracted, lets Wood throw it through the middle! Ten points to Wood! Great Merlin, now Weasley- -the better looking one, mind you all- -has the Quaffle! He's punting it across the stadium with his Beater's bat and-"

Lee squawks loudly into the microphone and dodges out of the way as the Quaffle smacks dead into the space he was moments before, loud feedback ringing out into his ears.

Magical or not, a microphone is a microphone.

“You’re not getting this back! Twenty points from Weasley!” Lee flips George off while tucking the Quaffle under one arm, and in good spirits his best friend flips him off right back. “That puts Wood in the lead, thirty points up from a negative on Weasley, meanwhile Johnson’s still guarding those rings -never mind that, folks, she’s flying right out here. Look at her, she’s bloody gorgeous!”

Angelina comes to a stop right in front of Lee, lips twisted into a scowl. “Give me the ball back, Jordan.”

Lee stands his ground. “Ask nicely, Johnson, and then maybe. ”

It’s when Angelina steps off her broom onto the stand end, jumping onto the stadium next to him that her presence truly gets intimidating. Grabbing his chin with one hand and the Quaffle with the other, she says “Stop being such a brat.” before dropping him with a small push and taking to the air again.

competition isn’t real passion (unless you’re Oliver Wood)

Oliver Benjamin Wood x Marcus Flint

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

good slytherin doesn’t mean nice slytherin

so much tension

epitome of enemies to lovers

oliver wood is neurotic

marcus flint is an asshole

“I don’t give a bloody fuck, Wood-”

“And I don’t care either.” Standing his ground, Oliver glares at the Slytherin. “We’re just going to have to deal with each other’s presence. You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Blimey you’re stubborn, but that’s typical of a Gryffindor.” Flint sighs. “As long as we’re out here, I could use you as good target practice, and you, well Merlin knows your ring guarding needs work.”

That small challenge was enough to get Oliver to his feet. “I’m agreeing, but I don’t think you’re any less of a bigoted tosser, Flint.”

“And don’t think I think you’re any less of a reckless arse, Wood.”

Now it was a competition -who could block or score on the other most, who was the better Quidditch player. Flint knew how to push his buttons to get what he wanted, and the headstrong boy fell right into his trap.

But Oliver doesn’t care.

Competition is exactly what he wanted.

Golden Trio Era

sacrifice doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Draco Malfoy)

Harry James Potter x Draco Lucius Malfoy

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be long)

slowburn

enemies to friends to lovers

harry is a little shit

malfoy is also a little shit, a tad misunderstood

at parts heartbreaking

very worth it

Draco Malfoy was laughing at the Slytherin table early in the morning for breakfast at something that Pansy Parkinson was saying when Harry passed by them -they sat in the front next to the professors, and he had to cross the room to get to the Gryffindor table after all, it’s not he had another reason to walk all the way down there.

He’s laughing, and he has dimples.

And all of a sudden, Harry is blurting out that he has a nice smile and he feels mortified because Malfoy’s expression immediately goes blank and oh Merlin he just fucked up.

The Slytherin students are staring between them like Harry had lost his mind and worried like Malfoy was about to hex them- -not counting Blaise who grinned like he just won the lottery- -but the damage was already done and it made him suck in a breath.

Sticking true to his word and trying to play it off, Harry continues.

“Really Malfoy, smile more, first it suits you and-”

Quickly racking his brain for an insult, and finding not a single thing, just panic made static, he just flushes brightly and takes to stammering.

“And, well, -you’re always scowling. It’s-”

Deciding that he’s about to die from embarrassment over it all, Harry bolts across the room and slams himself down in place against Ron and Ginny. Across the table, Hermione looked worried but Fred snickered so loud that it drew looks from the neighboring Ravenclaw table.

i’m sorry isn’t a confession (unless you’re Hermione Granger)

Hermione Jean Granger x Fredrick Gideon Weasley

uncompleted fic

friends to lovers

using humor to cope

idiot x genius trope that I love

it just fits so well ahh

fred is literally my favorite

The next year of Hogwarts started with so much excitement and cheering amongst the students that it gave Hermione a headache. She and Ginny just wanted to gossip and laugh together most days, not be shoved in the halls (though Ginny shoved back) and mocked by older students for not being able to put their name in the Goblet of Fire.

Not that either of them cared -it wasn’t in their interests to be the champion.

The same couldn’t be said for the Weasley boys, however, and especially not the twins who apparently, not even a week after the Triwizard Tournament was announced, brewed up some silly little concoction to trick the age-line Dumbledore drew into letting them put their name in instead of just asking some seventh year that owes them a favor.

“It won’t work.” Hermione calls teasingly, as Ginny scolds them both while Harry and Ron watch in amusement.

Fred tsks at her, finger clipping her chin up, “Au contraire, H’mione, I think it will do wonders.”

With a scoff and the sharp snap of her closing book, Hermione smacks his hand away but it only makes him laugh and wink while turning back to his equally as giddy twin, locking arms and downing the potion without a second thought.

“Bottom’s up!”

fighting won’t make him love you (unless you’re Ron Weasley)

Ronald Bilius Weasley x Blaise Elias Zabini

uncompleted fic

enemies to fuck buddies to lovers

tall protective one x short mean one

ron is the heart of harry potter don’t say otherwise

good slytherins

“I’m not the only arse here, Weasley, go check in the mirror.” Though he responded as such, for some reason he found the angry flush rising along the Gryffindor’s cheeks horribly attractive at worst and mildly amusing at best.

“Oh bugger off-”

“Need to talk about it?”

Weasley’s body freezes and blue eyes blink at him, and for a few moments he’s so still that he could have been petrified before he visibly gulps and responds in a choked voice. “What?”

Blaise shrugs and suddenly realizes that he has absolutely no explanation, other than maybe he’s spent too much time around Pansy when she’s had all her breakdowns recently.

“Are you being…” Weasley’s nose scrunches, and it makes it look like the freckles which are splattered all over his body squish together along either side of his straight nose. “Nice?”

Scoffing loudly, Blaise actually jumps down from the viewing window and raises a black eyebrow at the other boy. “Now you’re just imagining things. However this time, I was mocking you, surprised you didn’t pick that up. Dull as always, Weasley.”

Puffing out an annoyed breath, fogging in the cold air, Weasley rolls his eyes and mutters out “Whatever.” even as the angry flush starts to die down and the tension reduces along his shoulders.

Part of Blaise is a little pissed at him for helping the ‘enemy’ and the other part of him is thankful for it. Part of him makes him think that means he could still be a good person. A bigger part of him wants to go back to the Slytherin dormitories and chew out Pansy.

weird isn’t a compliment (unless you’re Luna Lovegood)

Luna Pandora Lovegood x Ginevra Molly Weasley

uncompleted fic

linny slowburn

one-sided enemies to friends to lovers

ginny is a reckless queen and luna is a goddess

their relationship is so cute to me

ginny & harry, luna & draco friendship

they fight for one another in their own ways

Some people just tended to be a little too wild for neat things. Ginny was one of them. Luna was okay with that, it reminded her of Blibbering Humdingers that she believed fancied Professor Sprout’s garden enough she refused to tend to it.

Other days Ginny would kick and bounce through the grass, talking about anything and everything there was while Luna laid face-down in the grass outside the greenhouses they were currently ignoring their responsibilities in, and she inhaled the earth while her friend struggled to breath through her words.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll end up like the Gulping Plimpies.” Luna warns briefly, though she doesn’t believe that Ginny could ever get that bad. If the twins- -George and Fred- -hadn’t yet, she couldn’t possibly.

“Yeah, and pigs will fly and the sky will turn purple.” Snorting, Ginny replies but her quiet mumbling immediately after is enough to make Luna glance up to find her wand tracing through the air with the end bubbling an odd green-blue as it lights up at the same moment.

“Would you prefer being a Dabber Blimp? You’d make a lovely one.”

“Nope.”

you can’t live off compassion (unless you’re Neville Longbottom)

Neville Longbottom x Hannah Abbott

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

hufflepuff pride

neville is secretly a badass

mostly end-of-war stuff

hella fluff

they’re simple as a pair and I love it

Despite knowing after all these years that she wouldn't understand, that she won't remember the next time he visits and barely knows who he is (if she knows at all) Neville takes his mother's hands in his and says, "I'm in love with someone, Mum." Neville finds himself ranting to empty air. "She's... she's so understanding. She's great. She's my age, a Hufflepuff. God, Mum, she's so strong. One of the most impressive women I've ever met, alongside Ginny -I've talked about her before to you. The only Weasley girl? You know here. Anyway, you'll really like her. Her name's Hannah Abbott... I want to propose to her, what do you think?"

She blinks heavily at him before scowling, shaking her head as her husband animatedly moves behind her. "I've told you a thousand times, dear," Her words slur almost intangibly. "You have to do the dishes before you take out the dog."

“I know, Mum.” Neville smiles back.

He tells her about how he's finishing school, and then taking over Professor Sprout's position as the Herbology Professor after a year of being her assistant. No reaction. He tells her how badly Hannah wants to meet them, and that he's already met her parents. No reaction. He tells her that when he's stable with his job, and maybe has a bit more of his mind together, he'll marry her. No reaction.

Frank Longbottom has only said three things to his son over his entire life-

“The sun is too dark.” when he was six.

“You look just like my mother.” when he was twelve.

And finally, “I’m sure one day, you’ll find the right spot.” when he was seventeen, and came to see them as a goodbye in case the war didn’t go in his favor.

Today wouldn’t be the day, and Neville wouldn’t be the person. Yet after he’s said his goodbyes and is talking to the squip at the front desk who monitors them, double checking with her that it is indeed okay to bring Hannah, or invite the Potter’s, a firm hand is gripping his shoulder.

Startled, Neville stumbles slightly in step as he turns and finds Frank staring at him with a frown and Alice mumbling incoherently behind him, dragged by the bunched sleeve of her robes.

“Take these.” His father says, speaking strongly and un-slurred as he holds his hand out, two rings- -their wedding rings- -on the palm of his hand. “For the wedding.”

hand holding doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Dean Thomas)

Dean Thomas x Seamus Finnigan

finished oneshot / 3.5k words

deanmus slowburn

childhood friends to lovers

quiet tall x loud small

their height difference is adorable

dean is an artist, period

you can’t tell me that they’re not canon

Admittedly, Seamus’s uniform was always scruffy and untidy, making him look like a slob especially after a particularly explosive time in class. After he had been fighting, he looked his absolute worst -worse than he’s ever been at the end of his pyromaniac tendencies.

His face had been battered and bruised by the Carrow’s to an extent that Dean couldn’t recognize him until he spoke with his distinct Irish accent.

Dean quickly uses Episkey and a quick stamina charm, and tucks Seamus into his arms for a quick shared kiss before diving back into battle, pushing his boyfriend towards where Professor Vector was casting hexes left and right with a sneer -safe behind his teacher as he runs down along the bloodied grass calling Colin and Neville’s name.

Rebirth Era - End of Golden Era

the veil isn’t thin (unless you’re Sirius Black) / update when it comes out

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

unpublished fic

established wolfstar & jily

from POA - DH - post war

sirius is pulled from the veil and brings james/lily with him

both couples have a set of twins, wolfstar through tonks

james and lily get to parent harry, it’s amazing

they help end the war they started

hurt/comfort, anti major character death

When Sirius points his wand at Peter, ready to kill, and Harry Potter- -James' boy, his godson, the boy he pledged himself to raise, the boy he cares about more than anything- -throws himself in front of Peter to keep him and Remus to stop him from doing so he says, well, he says- "I don't reckon my dad would've wanted his best friends to become killers."

And it made Sirius freeze, gave Remus pause.

Because he's wrong, James would have killed Peter knowing what he knows, he would have done anything to defend Lily, to protect Harry. He would not have backed down, and yet Sirius does at this moment.

Because Harry's wrong, and right now he's the furthest from James' son, and Remus knows better than either of them that this- -his words, his absolute kindness and ruthless way he insists upon mercy, that fierce insistence of true justice- -was all Lily.

Lily wouldn't want them to kill Peter, not James. Lily.

So they didn't.

healing doesn’t mean change (unless you’re Lavender Brown) / update when it comes out

Lavender Elizabeth Brown x Parvati Patil

unpublished fic (it’s gonna be short)

childhood friends to lovers

werewolf lavender

patil twin drama

hurt/comfort

“No matter what you are, what shape you’re in, Lav, I promise, I promise that I will love you.” Parvati says fiercely, holding her girlfriend’s face between both hands. The eye contact makes her seem much too honest, much too overwhelming. “I love you and that will never change. Stop thinking otherwise.”

Recovery Era - Before Next Gen

frayed pictures are worthless (unless you’re Dennis Creevey) / update when it comes out

Dennis Cooper Creevey x Elaine Tyra Zabini - fandom oc

unpublished fic

hurt/comfort

good slytherins

overprotective wild one x anxious sad one

I’m not over Collin Creevey’s death, are you?

adorable ending

After he lost his brother, Dennis doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. Nothing is the same anymore, and now people say that’s a good thing… but it doesn’t feel like a good thing. It feels lonely.

When they talk about his brother’s death, they talk about Colin how they first met him -like the scrawny little kid who liked to jumpscare people with flash photography, the small second year who held the door open and let people come and go in and out of the Gryffindor common room for fifteen minutes before politely excusing himself, the twelve year old who was full of life and excited about everything, and how they can barely picture him as that sixteen year old boy who ran head first into battle, snarl on his lips and wand ready only to die.

Because Colin did die.

But he didn’t die as that scared little kid, he died in the middle of battle, he died fighting for everything he believed in. He died a hero. He died with a glare, a snarl and a shout; he did not go with tears or a smile. He died so that his family would finally get retribution, he died so that all his friends could live, he died to protect his little brother.

Yet in doing so, he left all those people behind.

He left Dennis behind.

persistence isn’t worth it (unless you’re a Malfoy) - an oc fic

Cepheus Abraxas Malfoy x Lincoln Septimus Weasley draco’s little brother arthur/molly’s nephew, ron’s little cousin

uncompleted fic

straight romance and they’re adorable

a malfoy in hufflepuff

hufflepuff pride

the goal is to gain a patronus

they banter and flirt the same amount

Cepheus -he feels like right now, all those rumors about how ruthless and cunning Malfoy’s really can be are true.

The massive white dragon flies and turns, spinning around and knocks the mannequin over with its massive tail, taking up nearly all of the space in the room as it turns to face him with a deep growl shaking the room.

The Hufflepuff finds himself sobbing at the dragon’s feet, and the giant beast curls around him, covering him with giant, whispery silver wings as it puffs out breaths that wipe the tears from its castor’s cheeks.

From the corner of the room, the door bangs open and in barges Lincoln, who stops dead in his tracks at the sight. “Ceph…” He says, voice breaking.

The dragon stands, taking Cepheus with it and only stops when it can rest its snout on Lincoln’s forehead. Around him, the white wisps disappear and Cepheus finds himself crying against his boyfriend's chest.

Apparently, even to his innately magical side, Lincoln is just as good a protector as the Patronus, and now that he’s safe, there’s no reason for him to be casting one anymore.

I hope you all like these descriptions / found something new to read - also please tell me about any other fics about obscure hp pairings I could make/why you like them

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herwold · 2 years

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George: I don't have a type

Lee and Angelina: *They are transgender, Quidditch loving, dark skinned and Gryffindor*

George: Okay, maybe I have a type

#george x angelina #george x lee #bisexual #harry potter #hp characters #gryffindor #transgender #trans #trans lee jordan #trans angelina johnson #quidditch #fred weasley

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harry-potter-rarepairs · 2 years

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Hi, this is a blog specifically for rare pairs in the Harry Potter fandom. I might post links to fics or headcanons or you can ask about my opinions on any ship (rare or not) since I’ve got a ship bingo template to use:

They can range from ones that makes sense to one’s that kind of come out of left field.

My fav rare pairs:

- Fred x Cedric

- Fred x Lee

- Fred x Harry

- George x Harry

- George x Lee

- George x Cedric

- Remus x James

- Ron x Harry

#harry potter #rare pairs #ronarry #firebolt #george x harry #george x cedric #george x lee #fred x lee #fred x cedric #fred x harry #remus x james #moonchaser

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hchollym · 2 years

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What’re some of your favorite non-canon Hp ships?

I'm going to be honest, most of my favorite hp ships are non-canon 🤣🤷‍♀️

I personally love:

Percy x Oliver

Fred x Angelina

George x Lee

Harry x Ron x Hermione Triad

Ginny x Luna x Neville Triad

James x Petunia

Past Minerva McGonagall x Tom Riddle Jr.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

#ask me #to-do-right #hp #non-canon ships #my opinion #perciver #fred x angelina #george x lee #harry x hermione x ron #ginny x luna x neville #james x petunia #minerva x tom jr.

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 1 year

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Y/n: *literally just existing*

Fred from afar: *staring lovingly*

Fred: look at her...I would die for her...I would kill for her...either way, what bliss?

George:

Lee:

Everybody near him:

Fred:...I said that out loud, didn't I?

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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SPINNET?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: You fall for your best friend Warnings: mention of crying, snogging

you only started to notice the tingly feeling you got when you around George at the beginning of your 6th year at Hogwarts.

the way your cheeks turned hot and palms turned sweaty when you around him. that never happened before.

you knew what was happening, it happened to a lot of best friends, it was a phase they go through, but you never thought if would happen to you, because it it were to happen, it wouldn't gone by now.

he's a very attractive bloke. but this year is different. he grew his hair long, his face is more defined, grew another inch taller and his arms seemed bigger and more toned, probably from quidditch. his posture straightened and his lips were more full.

he was hot, but he was your best friend

but how could you not like him? he was funny, playful, and just plain adorable.

"wicked" the twins whispered as Dumbledore announced the Triwizard tournament, you smiled at them and continued listening, your eyebrows furrowing at the mention of no one under the age of 17 can put their name in the cup.

you laughed as the twins stood up and booed "you don't know what you're doing!" they yelled

"god those two are loud" Angelina spoke to you, being dorm mates for the past 6 years have made you guys really close, you guys will stay up late talking and gossiping about merlin knows what

"tell me about it" you rolled your eyes playfully

you've heard a familiar voice call out your name and you smiled, your stomach feeling like it's going to explode. you turned around and saw him

"hi George, what do ya need?" you asked, he smiled brightly at you backing your cheeks turn red.

"Angie and Hermione were looking for you, there in the library" he told you.

"oh, ok, thanks!" you grinned

"i'll walk with you, c'mon" he placed his arm around your shoulder, you tensed up and felt your hands start to get clammy, he was always sort of touchy, but your newfound feelings make you nervous.

"so, me and Fred are thinking of putting own names down for the tournament" he said casually

"what? but you're only 16, you won't be able to do that" you raised your eyebrows

"ah, but that's where you are wrong, love" he always called you that, but now it made you want to cry.

"how so?"

he only smirked "guess you'll have to fine out"

"oh merlin's beard, please don't do anything stupid" you pleaded. he chuckled as he let go of your shoulders, dropping his arm and grabbing your hand instead. going ahead of you and walking backwards, pulling along with him

"do you even know me?" he tilted his head

"unfortunately" you grumbled

"oi, don't be annoyed at me, you love me" he furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes to glare at you playfully

"I- I do not!" you agued pathetically, your words getting caught in your throught

"don't deny it, I know you do" he teased but you began to feel dizzy from the butterflies. a good dizzy.

you avoided George after that, you didn't want to embarrass yourself and ruin the friendship by letting something slip, you didn't want him to know your secret. you didn't want anyone to know, it was pathetic, falling for your best friend.

he noticed, how wouldn't he, he would look at you and you did your best to avert your eyes.

he would try talking to you and you would get up and leave or start a conversation with the person next to you.

he would go up to you and you would rush away.

he felt like he did something wrong

it's been 2 weeks and nothing

even after him and Fred's failed attempt at putting their names in the cup, you didn't go up to him and scold him, you didn't even laugh when they turned old. you just looked at them, looking disappointed

so when you were sat in muggle studies, 5 minutes into the lesson when he rushed in, the only empty seat was next to you. he smiled as he sat next to you, trying to get you to look at him

"hey, love" he whispered, you sighed, closing your eyes and you bit your lip

"hey" you mumbled

"you alright?" he asked you, leaning closer to you

you hummed at him and looked at the board, writing your notes

"what do you think the second task will be?" he questioned, the first task were brutal, how could they let kids fight dragons?

you almost smiled at his attempt to talk to you.

you only shrugged your shoulders in response

"why won't you talk to me?" he wondered out loud.

"silence Mister Weasley, not only did you arrive late but you are interrupting the class and disturbing miss Y/L/N" the Professor yelled at him

you and Angie stayed up late again, sitting in your beds talking to each other

"so, the yule ball huh?" she smirked

"i know, it sounds so fun!"

"what colour dress are you gonna wear, i was thinking purple" she informed you

"I haven't thought about it, but purple sounds great for you Ang" you grinned

"sooo, do you fancy anyone?" she interrogated suddenly

"no" you responded quickly

"I don't believe you" she glared at you with a smile

"do you?" you asked back, she shuffled in her seat

"you can't tell anyone, promise?" she raised her eyebrows, you nodded your head

"promise" you repeated

"I kind of Fancy Fred" she whispered, even though it was just you two in the room.

you gasped lightly "do you think he'll ask you?"

"probably not" she frowned "i mean, he's really popular, you could go with a girl from Beauxbatons"

"i bet he'll ask you, you would look really cute together" you pointed out

she giggled softly "speaking of a twin, I heard you were avoiding George, why? he's your best friend" she whined

you stayed silent to for a moment, your mouth slightly open, trying to fine the words

"um-"

she let out a gasp and covered her mouth in shock

"oh merlin- do you fancy George?!" she stared at you wide eyed

you stayed silent again, there was no point denying, it's safe to say that ever since you found your new feelings for him, he was no longer your best friend, but your crush.

Angie was your best friend now.

"aw, that's so cuteee, you guys are perfect" she awed

"as friends" you mumbled

"hey, don't say that, he would be stupid to not like you back" she frowned again

"thanks Ang" you murmured, laying on your back on your bed

"let's get some rest, yeah?" she turned off her lamp and you went off to bed

it's been another week and you were sat next to Angie when a paper ball got thrown at her, she looked over and Fred was staring at her, signing at her to go to the ball with him, she nodded her head happily and looked back at you with a big smile

"we need to get you that purple dress of yours" you said quietly.

you both got up and heard footsteps behind you

"wait up" they called, you both turned around and saw George coming up to you, Angie nudged you as he got closer looking at you, you looked at the ground and avoided eye contact with him

"would you give us a minute Ang?" she stepped away to give you a bit of privacy

"i uh- i need your help with something" he looked at you

"with what" you took a deep breath, tapping your foot

"doesn't matter yet, just meet me outside of potions after dinner, alright?" he told you briefly.

even if you were trying to avoid him, you couldn't say no to him when he needed your help

"ok" you mumbled before turning away and walking back to Angie. George still felt like he had done something wrong, but it didn't matter, because he knew how to cheer you up.

"did he ask you?"

you shook your head no and continued walking with her.

you had told her everything about your feelings for him, how you didn't want him to know and that you don't want to like him because you didn't want to lose him

so she knew that you didn't want to talk about it anymore

you finished your dinner and saw that Fred was without his partner in crime, so you excused yourself and began walking to potions.

you turned a corner that led to the classroom and caught George snogging Alicia Spinnet

"George?" you said in shocked. they broke apart and he looked at you

"what do you want?" he grumbled angrily as you interrupted their session

"you told me to come here, you needed help" you spoke weakly

"no I didn't, just go away, I don't know why we're even friends anymore" your heart broke bit by bit as you saw them holding each others hand, she looked at him with such love, it made you jealous that she looked at him the same why you did

"i- I'm sorry" you said soflty

you rushed away, going to your dorm room.

it was pathetic, this whole situation, crying because he was with someone else, crying for a boy that wasn't even yours to begin with. it wasn't like he cheated on you, you're not that type of person, but it hurt to see him holding her waist so gently, so tenderly, kissing her with such passion and love.

Angie came into the room finding you sobbing, you told her what happened and she comforted you

"it's ok, there's always somebody else out there" she cooed

"but they're not him, Ang!"

"I know, I know"

"so do we all have dates to the ball?" Fred asked

Lee nodded and George sat there, next to Fred looking at you, but you refused to look at him, you were embarrassed and uncomfortable

"George and Y/n don't" Angie replied, looking at you

"I might" you interjected

her eyebrows raised as she stared intently at you

"who!" she interrogated

"doesn't matter, I don't know if I'll say yes yet" you blushed nervously, you saw him watching you.

"what house is he in?" Fred wondered

"none, he goes to Durmstrang, he's a seventh year, friends with Viktor Krum but he's super sweet" you smiled sheepishly

"when did this happen?" Lee talked curiously

"this morning when I walked in here, he said i could think about it"

"say yes! please say yes, we both need dates" Angie clapped her hands exitedly

"i'm still thinking, but i'm leaning towards a yes" you saw Fred look at George shortly and glare at him, they seemed to have a conversation with their eyes

"wait, I thought you were going with Spinnet?" Angie interrupted them

George looked confused "Alicia?" he huffed. Angie nodded her head "why would I go to the ball with Alicia Spinnet?" He continued

"Because you were snogging her in th-" you nudged her leg with yours to stop her from talking and she shut her mouth

"What? Where did you hear that from?" she glanced at you and then shrugged

He looked at you and you averted your eyes

George felt like he was about to burst. He was sick of you doing this to him. He had done nothing wrong and you just ignore him.

He looked at you with sad eyes and his began picking his nails under the table

"So you weren't snogging her?" Angie breaks the silence. Still curious

"No! I've talked to her once, where did you hear this Angie?" He shook his head

"Doesn't matter. Let's go. Y/n, we got to study" she stood up and waited for you

You got up and walked out of the hall with her to go study

"Are you sure it was him?" She asked

"Yes. I'm sure. It couldn't of been anyone else, it was him. Angie, trust me" you sighed

"I believe you but I don't get why he would deny it"

You hummed along with her. Wondering why yourself.

the yule ball was coming up and you had gotten your dress along with Angie's. but you didn't have a date, you were going to go up to the boy to say yes but he told you a girl from Beauxbatons asked him and he said yes, they were quite cute actually, so you weren't mad.

but that meant you were alone. even though Angie said she'll reserve a few dances with you, and Fred said he would save one for you, you continued to feel a bit embarrassed, I mean out of hundreds of guys in Hogwarts, absolutely no one wanted to go with you. not to say you were desperate- if a first year, second you or third year asked you, you would probably say no, probably a fourth year too, but no one through 5th to 7th didn't want to go with you? it sounded sad and pathetic.

"so you asked Spinnet, huh?" Angie chuckled, cutting her pork, glancing at George

"what?" he tilted his head

"right, I heard that, good on ya, finally got yourself a date, Georgie" Fred smiled, patting his twins back, making the younger red head tense

"i don't have a date." he denied, he made eye contact with you and you saw a glimpse of hurt in his eyes as you broke it, looking at Fred.

as much as you wanted to avoid him, Angie was always with Fred, and Fred was ALWAYS with George, so you didn't have a choice, because otherwise you would be alone, you had other friends, but you weren't as close, and it would be weird if you suddenly starting sitting with them out of know where. so this was your only option.

"but Alicia has been telling everyone about how you asked her, sounded pretty excited about it" Lee said, looking lost.

George rubbed his face roughly, looking tired and annoyed

"I've told you this, I have no ide-"

"Georgie!" Alicia cut the by off, walking up to him and ruffling his hair, he moved away from her hand and looked at her strangley

"why did you move away, you love when i play with your hair" she pouted. you all looked at him with the same look, a look that said "can't deny it anymore, can ya?"

"no, I really don't" he replied shortly

she giggled, hitting his shoulder softly, obviously flirting

"anyway, my dress for the ball is gonna be orange, in case you want to match your tie, although you're clearly already matching with your hair" she giggled again. you and Angie looked at each other, amused smiles planted on your faces

"I'm not going to the ball with you, Alicia" he spoke bluntly

"don't joke like that, Georgie, it's not funny" she laughed

"Alicia, I would really appreciate it if you left me alone and stop telling people we're going out" he rolled his eyes

"but what about us? you told me you loved me? remember? in the corridor, where Y/n interrupted us" she looked at you bitterly. George glanced at you as you stared down at your plate, the food looking more interesting than this conversation.

he looked back at Alicia

"no, I don't remember, because it didn't happen" he fought with the girl in front of him

"merlin's beard George, stop trying to deny it- I saw it, there's no point in pretending it didn't happen, she knows it, you know it and I know it, now stop" you but in, getting annoyed at his childish ways

he stared at you, looking hurt

"no you don't know it, that's the first time you've talked to me in weeks, Y/n! why have been ignoring me" he spat

you looked at the brunette who clung to George

"Spinnet, do you remember what George said to me when I saw you both that night?" you asked her, she thought back for a moment and replied

"he said he didn't want to be friends anymore"

you looked at George and held eye contact with him for the first time in a ages

he, however, looked disgusted, but it didn't seem like it was aimed at you

"I didn't say that" he shook his head

you sighed, picking up your bag

"I need to study, i'll see you guys later" you got up, walking away from the table

it was the day after the ball, you had a good time, and Angie helped you with that, she grabbed your hands danced with you, smiling brightly trying to motivate you to have fun the whole night.

but you couldn't help but notice George, alone, staring at you almost the whole time, he was without a date and was sat down the whole time that he seemed bored, so much so that he left half way through the ball, he looked handsome, he looked really handsome, it made you want to go up to him and ask to dance, but if he wanted it, he could do it himself.

you had gotten detention a week ago in Snape's class, and after a discussion with McGonagall, he was forced to not have it on the night of the ball. George was trying to prank you by messing with your work cause he thought it would get you to talk to him, but it only ended up in you both getting detention.

bringing you here

"you'll be cleaning the classroom while i run errands" he informed you

"it's already clean sir" George butted in

"then you will sort the books in alphabetical order and then scrape the gum underneath all the desks" he glared at the twin

"without your wands"

he walks out of the room, leaving you and George alone, for the first time in months

you walk to the shelves and begin sorting the books, letting the boy deal with the gum.

you knew that you couldn't escape him in this moment, stuck in this locked room with only him, so when he tried starting conversation, you knew he would wear you down and you'll end up cracking

"so uh- I want you to know that it really wasn't me, that you saw with Alicia" he started

you sighed quietly and took out books, looking at the titles, wondering if Snape wanted them by the titles or authors, you decided on titles because it was easier.

"you can't ignore me forever, Love" he used the nickname, you could tell that wasn't doing the work by not even looking at him.

"love?" heat rose to your cheeks as the butterflies came back after a long time of ignoring them.

"it was Dylan, Dylan Trellweather, he's in Ravenclaw, I found out he was using Polyjuice potion, turns out Spinnet just likes me and he likes her so well, he wanted to be me so he just- yeah" he explained

you believed him, his confusion to the whole situation every time it was brought up seemed quite genuine, and he's supposed to be your best friend, he wouldn't lie.

"I was waiting for you that night, outside potions class. I waited two hours, thought you might of forgotten and were on your way because maybe you went to the common room" he spoke softly, you felt his presence behind you.

you felt his warmth as he stood there, waiting for your reply

you placed the books in their place and scratched your nose

"you should probably get to the desks, wouldn't wanna be here longer because you didn't do it" you said quietly

"please talk to me, what did I do?" he questioned standing beside you, leaning against the shelf, you glanced at him and refused to smile at him

you took a deep breath and took hold of more books, reading the titles and putting them in there place.

you went to get more but he grabbed your wrists gently, turning you to face him, pulling you closer to his tall body

he looked at you, his eyes pleading for you to talk, to tell him what's wrong, but you knew if you did, he would be the one not talking to you. you were saving yourself from embarrassment.

"I'm your best friend, Y/n, you can tell me anything" he reassured you.

you looked at him painfully, feeling yourself begin to cry, the tears forming in your eyes as he began he get worried

"hey, what's wrong, hey, hey it's ok," he pulled you in, bringing you in to his embrace "it's ok" he cooed and you began to cry

"shhh, please don't cry" he hushed, rocking you in his arms.

"I'm fine" you sniffled

"c'mon" he let go of you and held your hand, guiding you to a desk, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down as you sobbed.

he knelt down in front of you and held your hands

"you looked pretty last night," he broke the silence, looking up at you.

"you always do but you looked really, really pretty" he smiled slightly

you stared at him, admiring the way his hair was in his face, long enough to reach to top of his collared shirt. you took a moment to appreciate his parents for raising this beautiful young man in front of you, who was looking up at you tenderly

"I was gonna ask you, you' know. if you showed up, I was gonna take you up to the astronomy tower- cause you love that spot, i was gonna take you up there, light a few fireworks and ask you to go with me" he admitted

you stopped crying and you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt

you didn't say anything- he was gonna ask you to the ball?

"this might not be something you want to hear, because of reasons i still don't know, but I love you, I have for quite some time now" he confessed, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek, you leaned in to his touch, letting your eyes close at the contact

"I'm sorry if that ruins things, but i thought you should know, because I don't wanna keep it a secret, I want you to know how much I love and care about you" he rambled

you looked at him knowingly, giving him a smile.

the butterflies came back again, stronger this time. he felt the same way, it seemed unbelievable, a popular, gorgeous boy like him? liking a girl like you? it had to be a dream.

it wasn't, it was too good to be a dream

"I didn't want you to know about my feelings for you," you began, sighing

"so you avoided me?" he finished for you, looking upset

"I thought you wouldn't talk to me if you found out, I thought I was doing myself a favour" you looked down at the ground

you heard him chuckle lowly, you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned

"I'm sorry" you apologised

he lifted you up off the chair, pulling you into another hug

"don't apologise" he rested his chin on your head, holding your hips gently.

he was always gentle with you, never rough, he would never grab you forcefully or pull you violently.

he always held you with such care and sincerity. and that never changed

"can I- can I kiss you?" he looked at your lips after pulling away slightly, you felt your heart flutter at the question, you nodded you heard, letting him bend down, cupping your cheeks and placing a delicate kiss on you lips.

he pulled away from your lips stared at you lovingly

"well then, wanna ditch?" he smirked mischievously

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#george weasley x fem #george weasley #harry potter imagine #fluff #yule ball #angelina johnson #fred weasley #lee jordan #harry potter #george weasly x reader #oneshot #imagines #oliver phelps #james phelps

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urstarlitharlot · 2 months

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why does molly weasley kinda give me homophobic vibes

#harry james potter #molly weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #garreth weasley #weasley twins #percy weasley #charlie weasley #bill weasley #arthur weasley #luna lovegood #guna #linny #ronarry #firebolt #george weasley x lee jordan

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iconicstoner · 9 months

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shut up…and kiss me

gn!reader x george weasley

words: 1121

summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they can’t help but find one of them so lovable.

“It’s every day with these stupid pranks.”

“You don’t have to take the fun out of everything,” Lee says with a grin. We’re sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.

“I just want to pass this class. I shouldn’t have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.” Lee rolls his eyes, but I don’t feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but I’d been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.

“In their defense, I don’t think they’ve ever blown up an entire classroom.”

“Yet,” I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because we’re about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say it’s because they’re getting more deranged.

“Awe, you don’t like our pranks?” I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fred’s head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. It’d be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasn’t so terrifying.

“We just want to entertain the masses.” I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. He’s closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.

“Well, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they don’t seem to be having much fun,” Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.

“You don’t like our pranks?” Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.

“That’s just pitiful,” George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As I’m contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.

“Time to go, Feorge?” Fred asks his twin.

“We have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,” George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that they’re maniacs grows rapidly.

“I have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,” I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.

“I have never understood how you and George aren’t dating yet.” I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m interested in that miscreant.”

“Well, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and let’s not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just passionate about quidditch,” I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes I’m serious, his smile drops.

“If you were passionate about quidditch, you’d be dating Wood, not drooling over George.”

“Hey! I do not drool,” I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, since you’re so passionate about quidditch, let’s go study by the pitch,” he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.

As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because I’d usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. He’s taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.

“Now, go talk to him,” Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. It’s a song I’ve never heard before, but I can tell it’s French, and I can tell that it’s the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.

“How did you manage this?”

“I had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,” he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and I’m impressed he worked something like this out.

“How’d you convince Wood to go for that?” My question is just louder than a whisper so I don’t disrupt the music as we continue to dance.

“I’m going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,” he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. “I love to be near you,” he continues, “as crazy as I might sound, I wouldn’t want to love anyone but you.” My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.

“As stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldn’t want to spend a second away from you,” I admit. It’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say out loud, but I’m happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didn’t say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, he’s already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.

“So, would it be safe to say we’re dating now?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.

“I think it would be safe to say that,” I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley fic #george weasley fluff #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley oneshot #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter #lee jordan #fred weasley

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perciver4ever · 3 months

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Lee: YOU CHEATING SCUM! YOU FILTHY CHEATING B-

McGonagall: Jordan!

George: *Literally staring at Lee lovingly and almost flies into Fred*

#george weasley #lee jordan #george x lee #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #we stan minnie

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fanficwritinggirl · 4 months

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My Montana (Cole Walter Fanfic)

Chapter 1

“Mom,” a desperate, tiny cry of a voice wailed as she sprinted towards the body. Turning her over onto her side she put her frail hands over the now scarlet top, trying to stop the bleeding. But there was no hope of saving her, she had been gone long before she had been able to get there. An adult has approximately 10 pints of blood pumping throughout their body. You never really realize how much blood that is, until it’s pooled on the floor, painting it a dark crimson color. The bloody handprints smeared on the door, creeping closer and closer to the door handle, never quite reaching it besides one lone maroon fingerprint. Dark chocolate waves of hair lay in the pool, covering her cold, white face, hiding the cuts and bruises on her face. “Mom, please wake up,” she cried again, shaking her. Her hands were covered in crimson blood. “Wake up.”

“Josie!” a voice said loudly in her ear. Startled, her body shoots up, head turning quickly with her eyes wide, tears threatening to fall. “Hey, it's okay, it's just a nightmare, it's okay.” A warm hand sets itself upon her forearm causing her to turn her head and look at the brunette haired woman sitting on her bed, eyebrows pinched together and the corner of her lips pulled down ever so slightly.

“You're okay Josie, you're not there anymore, he’s not here,” assurance was present in her voice as she ran her hand up and down the panicked girl's arm, offering comfort. Her fingers comed through her hair as she pulled the few parts out of her face and brought it together on one side of her shoulder.

“Same dream?” the brunette woman asked her as she removed her hand from Josie's arm and grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the white bedside table. Trembling hands take the glass and bring it to her lips taking a sip.

“It was the blood, it was everywhere. On her, on me. It's just…” she falters. “It was just everywhere Aunt Hat,” she cried, bringing her shaking hands down into her laps cradling the glass between them.

“I know honey. But we have to remember that it was a long time ago, no one is going to come and hurt you, okay.” All she could do was nod, barely listening to her aunt and keeping herself focused on the glass.

“How long until school starts,” she asked, changing the subject.

“An hour, but I'm going to call Miss Jacobs and ask her if you can spend some time in her room this morning, just until you are ready to go back into class. That's okay?” Josie nods and lifts her head to give her aunt a small smile. Her aunt sighs, offering her the same expression before leaning forward and giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you Josie.”

“I love you too Aunt Hat.”

Tapping on the keyboard was all that could be heard in the room as Miss Jacobs typed her emails and Josie sat on the couch, a book in hand, losing herself in another world. Sitting in Miss Jacob's room was a normal occurance for her, she was in here most mornings of the week after the nightmares happened. Miss Jacobs never forced her to talk about anything she didn't want to. If she just wanted to sit and read a book then Miss Jacobs was happy to give her the space to do that, as long as she caught up with the classes that she missed, which was never a problem.

“Josie, how are you finding your classes at the minute?” Miss Jacobs asks from her desk. Josie lifts her head up and looks at the woman, her eyebrows coming together in the middle.

“Um fine… i think. I mean I am passing everything at the moment. I'm not making A's or anything but I don't think that's a bad thing.” The counselor laughs, shaking her head, standing up and walking towards her and taking a seat in front of her.

“No, I know that. Your grades are great, but are you having a hard time keeping those grades?Have the nightmares been affecting you in this aspect?” Josie leans back in her seat, crossing her arms and pursing her lips a little.

“I mean not really. Sometimes Chem can be a little hard to keep up with but nothing major, usually I can push through by finding some extra time to study,” her voice was filled with certainty and confusion.

“And the nightmares, do they affect any of this?” Miss Jacobs eyes travel around the young girl's face, taking in the bags under her eyes. Josie shrugs.

“Not really. I’m used to them by now. I just have learned to get along with them. That’s all I can do,” her voice was firm. Miss Jacobs gives a small smile and nods.

“Well that's good. Now if you ever have problems with chem just let me know and i can get some help for you.” Josie offers her a polite smile and nod before grabbing her book and returning to her page. Miss Jacobs, seeing that the conversation is over, stands up and returns to her desk continuing with her emails, hoping that one of these days Josie will open up to her.

Three knocks chimed on the door of Miss Jacobs office before opening, revealing the one and only Danny Walter. Danny though was not the most popular Walter boy was still liked around the school and many of the girls still had a crush on him, which Josie could understand. Danny has been her best friend since she moved here when she was nine and since the day that they got put together for a project, they had been attached at the hip, though over the past few years they do spend a little more time apart, she still loved him very much. Many have assumed over the years that the two are more than friends but that couldn't be further from the truth. Danny was her platonic soulmate, he understood her better than anyone and told him practically everything, she loved him, just not like that. He was the brother that she never had.

“Oh Danny, lovely to see you again. I can guess why you are here,” Miss Jacob teases and Danny laughs.

“Lovely to see you too Miss. I am here for Miss Whitlock,” he turns and gives her a goofy grin and she snickers. He struts towards her with one hand behind his back, stopping in front of her and extending his hand to her. “Miss Whitlock, would you do the honor of coming with me to lunch,” to say that his posh accent was terrible would be an understatement. Josie puts her book down and shuffles to the edge, straightening her back and posing her face.

“I do not know, kind sir. For I find that I actually have some much needed work that must be done and must therefore, with greatest regret, must decline your offer,” with that she leans back into the couch and bites down on her tongue to stop herself from laughing. Miss Jacobs sits in the corner watching the entire interaction with a smirk on her face, chuckling while eating her salad.

“Oh my fair lady, how you have hurt me so,” Danny gets down on his knees and takes her hands in his. “Please dine with me or I shall die of a broken heart,” his hand touches his heart and Josie cannot do anything but laugh.

“You are ridiculous,” she tells him before grabbing her bag and putting her book in. “Well i am only ridiculous for my bestest friend in the world, which just so happens to be you, Josie Whitlock,” Danny moves back as Josie stands up and turns to Miss Jacobs.

“What would you say, Miss. Was our performance to your liking,” Miss Jacobs laughs. “I must say it exceeds it. I hope that it shall be a while until I see your next performance so that you have more time to prepare,” Danny’s face drops a little bit, understanding what she's saying but decides to ignore. “Understood Miss. I will make sure that the next time I see you I will give you that most amazing performance of your life,” Miss Jacob nods, shaking her head with a smile. Josie puts her hand on Danny’s shoulder and turns him.

“Enough with the dramatics. Let's go, now that you are talking about lunch I want some,” Danny smirks at her and waves his hand towards Miss Jacobs as he walks out of the door.

“Bye Miss Jacobs,” Josie says as they leave. Miss Jacob smiles to herself as she eats her salad, feeling the weight lifted ever so slightly, knowing that at least for now, everything was fine again for Josie.

“So are you coming over tonight, we are having lasagna for dinner” Danny asks as he and Josie stroll towards the cafeteria. Josie smirks looking at him.

“Danny, do you even have to ask? There is no point in me heading home because no doubt my aunt and your mom are going to end up on a job till late so what is the point of being home on my own.” Danny shrugs at her.

“Well I don't know. Maybe you could have some friends over… A guy,” Josie turns and hits him on the arm.

“Danny Walter, how dare you suggest that I would have a guy over. We all know what happens when others are given the opportunity. Trust me I have had to listen to many of our classmates' hookup stories,” she states as they walk into the cafeteria and walk towards the line.

“Oh trust me, you do not have to have the house to yourself for people to take liberties about inviting ‘guests’ over for… that,” Danny informs her with slight discomfort which Josie can’t help but laugh at.

“Let me guess Cole has had a ‘guest’ over recently,” grabbing a tray starts putting food on her tray.

“Oh no, not for a while actually, which i'm confused about. Maybe he has decided to take a break for a while after Jackie sees Olivia sneaking out. Probably just goes to their house now,” Josie lifts her tray and pinches her eyebrows together and shrugs.

“I don’t know, maybe. I mean it must be hard for Jackie being in a house full of people, not being able to get much privacy and then having to see someone sneaking out, knowing that they have done that, would be pretty awkward,” Josie trudges towards one of the table with Danny behind her with his own filled tray.

“Oh yeah. And on top of that after the whole hair thing. Maybe he is feeling bad and deciding to stop being such an ass,” Danny concludes, tucking into his sandwich. Josie’s head falls to one side looking at her food and she plays with it with her fork, she shrugs.

“I mean… I don't know. I think after everything that happened with his leg and not being able to play football… really got to him. Ya know,” Danny nods, placing his sandwich down while finishing chewing.

“I mean, I know he feels guilty after how much money mom and dad spent on his treatment. Sending him away for the summer just for it to come to nothing but he can’t just use that as an excuse,” Danny's voice was serious and Josie couldn't help but sigh.

“I know. But maybe he is just a bit lost. Wouldn't you be if the one thing that you were good at was taken away from you. I mean what if you were never able to watch all of your movies, or study plays or whatever,” Josie puts a bit of her chicken in her mouth and looks at Danny as he sighs and leans back in his chair.

“Fair point. It is just when you are dealing with his mood swings all the time you can forget. And I just don't like the way he treats people sometimes. Especially what he's like with girls,” Josie laughs and nods.

“Trust me i agree but like you said it seems that maybe he is turning over a new leaf,” Danny raises an eyebrow and nods his head towards her.

“We’ll see,” he concludes and Josie snickers at him. Nathan walks up to them with a tray in his hand and sits down next to them.

“Hey guys,” he greets as he sits, smiling at the pair.

“Nathan, to what do we owe the pleasure,” Danny asks sarcastically.

“Ha ha ha,” Nathan counters, causing Josie to snicker at the pair. “So are you coming over tonight Josie, we are having lasagna,” Nathan asks and Danny rolls his eyes.

“I have already been asked, and as always I would be honored” Josie smiles at him and Nathan shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I don't know why we even bother asking you anymore,” Nathan states and Josie and Danny look at each other and look at each other with a knowing look.

“Well if you are coming over tonight can you teach me that one song that you do on the guitar that i like. I have been trying to figure out the chords but i can't get it,” Nathan shoves some food in his mouth and Josie nods her head at him.

“I would love to, but I am going to have to stop at my house on the way to get my guitar,” she tells them and Danny nods his head.

“I’ll make sure that Cole stops off,” Danny tells her and she nods back at him. Lifting her head up she sees Cole walking in with his hands in his pockets, hair messily laying on top of his head, covering his forehead. Cole looks over towards her direction and sends a small smirk towards her and Josie can't help turning her attention to the food on her tray, a maroon colour decorating her freckled cheeks. When it came to the Cole effect, to say the least she wasn't immune to it, if anything she was very much impacted by it.

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confident | weasley twins x reader

A/N: i made a promise to write something after my test based on how i feel afterwards. so here we are...

pairing: fred weasley x reader (if you squint), george weasley x reader summary: Fred carries the essence of confidence like it weighs nothing; academic, friendship, quidditch and even love life - he is sure he's set for life. So when he finds out about your little crush on him and how it had been like that for years, he does absolutely nothing. And that teaches him a lesson that he'll remember for the rest of his life. tags: hurt/no comfort, idiots in love, no usage of y/n, gn!reader (usage of 'you' instead of specific pronouns), usage of pet/nicknames, mild cursing, false hope, leading on, jealousy, no war alternative universe ───────── "I don't understand," Lee states. He is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, the afternoon light shines briefly across his eyes as he tries to block it with a book. "If you like Daisy too then why.." Fred shrugs. "Well if Daisy maintains a secret crush on me for five years, then waiting for another two- you know until after graduation- won't hurt."

Lee looks at Angelina, hoping that she'll have a better explanation for this. Unfortunately she returned his confused look with her own.

"How are you sure Daisy won't give up? What if tomorrow your little admirer wakes up and decides to like someone else?" Angelina probes.

"Please, I have a plan." Fred says, with his usual air of mock-arrogance. "Trust me, it'll work."

Lee and Angeline exchanges a resign look. "Well, it's gonna be your lost anyway.." Lee says in which Angelina nods to.

Fred shrugs, again, then leaves to find you.

He knows where you are. Five years in Hogwarts together, causing ruckus in all forms with the promise of detention almost every time, he can understand you in ways you sometimes don't.

Which is why your crush on him is not a surprise to him at all. In fact it was almost hilarious that everyone else think of it as such a big deal. You two are attached to the hips most of the times; if he's not there to bring trouble, you'll find him - and it's been like this ever since you set foot in Hogwarts.

George, of course, joins in the fun. Though Fred notices that he's slowly been opting out over the years, preferring to prank with just the older twin. Fred considers this an act of jealousy yet he never brings it up as George's blatant avoidance never seems to bother you. He's seen his twin interacts with you alone just yesterday, the day before, and Merlin even before that. He thinks that George simply want a little separation as michievenous activities are always a two-person activity until you came.

That is exactly why, right now, Fred waits for you just outside Arithmancy classroom for a planned pranking session; target for the day is Filch.

Not too long after he arrived, students emerge from the classroom, all looking like the boredom has threatened their life. You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing beside your classmate who Fred sure he was introduced to before yet he can't remember her name. It didn't matter though, he's only here for you.

"My Daisy," Fred greets you with a playful smile on his face, bowing like a gentleman from the victorian era, lowering a pretend-tophat.

You rolled your eyes. "Please stop calling me by something I'm deathly allergic to. Even Lee and Angie started using it too."

"If you say so, Peanuts."

You playfully smack him across his back. He knows you're not deathly allergic to Peanuts, only mildly.

"Ready?" He asks, offering you his hand.

The brief shy look that passes your face did not escape him as you joins hands. "Ready!"

Fred smirks knowingly. With usual flirtatious remarks in his repertoire, physical touch is a newly added part in his friendship with you. He loves it when you look away nervously whenever your faces are a little too close, or when you jolts and become a stuttering mess every time he whispers right next to your ears, or moments like this - hand holding, plus short hugs and arm across your shoulder that's he's planning to include in the future.

With what he knows about your feelings, he revels in this reactions without ever needing to confess. - - -

You doubled over the grass just outside Hogwarts grounds, laughing at the wrath Fred and you invoke in Filch from the prank. This time you calculated for sure that the caretaker of Hogwarts will not find out who the pranksters are. A red herring steering towards obnoxious Slytherins is placed perfectly for him to think it's not the two of you.

"That was brilliant!" Fred shouted, he dips to lift you up and spins you around. "Bloody smart, you are!"

You cackles loudly, just enjoying his grip on your body. You're not thinking of anything inappropriate but Good Godric if you could just kiss that lips, you'll be content eternally.

He must've realise that you're staring at his lips as an unreadable expression crosses his face, he sets you down as his eyes flicks between your eyes and your lips.

It can't be.. can't it?

You think again.

I mean.. he's been sweet these days.. more so than usual.

If that's not a sign, then you don't know what is. So you fight your doubts and tiptoe to reach his lips. Your eyes closes as it nears his face yet what stops you is not the innocent peck you've been dreaming of, it is his hands on your shoulder.

Confusion evident on your face as you open your eyes and lower yourself. You search for answer in his face but all you could find is a torn look. The kind of look you've seen him give to other students who had asked him out. The kind of look that you desperately wish against yourself every single night.

And now you're at the receiving end of it.

A thick lump forms in your throat and all you say is, "Why..?"

Fred clears his throat as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable in this situation, his hand still on your shoulder now caressing in consolation.

You don't need consolation. You need explanation.

"Freddie, why?" Tone firmer than before as you shake off his hands.

"Well, its just.. I mean.." He took a deep breath before he continue. "Let's just have fun, you know. We only have two years left. Surely you don't want to spend the majority of it with- with this." He gestured between you and him.

If nature is a little quieter, you're sure the sound of your heartbreak can be heard.

"Is that what this- all this has been about..? You having fun?" You hissed, taking a few steps back which he closes just easily in a single move.

"I mean, you like me for five years, certainly you can wait a few more.."

The icing on the cake. He knew.

He knew and he still did that.

Play with your heart, push and pull it like a tug of war.

"You are the absolute worst."

Without sparing a single glance, you turn on your heels and apparated away. - - - The rest of the year passes in a blink of an eye.

To everyone else, it seems. Lee had been whining non-stop at Fred and George's decision to leave Hogwarts early. NEWTs is irrelevant to the path the Weasley twins has set for themselves, after all.

To Fred, the year drags on painfully slow as if he's aware of every single second that ticks by. He's just glad the day for them to leave is finally nearing.

After what happens between Fred and you, he notices that he almost never see you anymore. The one time he did was when you came looking for Angelina to pass her notes you had borrowed. You greeted him with your usual cheeriness but the smile didn't quite reach your eyes. He thought you'll warm back to him, forgive him, but how can you forgive when he can't even find you to apologise.

He realises that you know him better than he does himself. Otherwise how else can you avoid for so long.

At one point, he even asks Angelina if you had ever mention anything about your little crush on him anymore.

"Hm, no actually. I mean, it's pretty clear that Daisy's focusing on NEWTs, we all are anyway, so boys talk never really come up. It just adds to the stress."

Her answer disappointed him but he has an image to uphold so he act nonchalant about it.

"What? Are you finally going to pursue Daisy?" Angelina teased.

"Why are you asking? Afraid of the competition?" Fred in his usual manner put on a smirk, albeit a fake one. And the way Angelina rolled her eyes and smacked him meant that he successfully fooled her.

How he wished it was you who's rolling her eyes and smacking then, instead of her.

He made a fool out of you.

- - - Fred enters the apartment after a long negotiation with the accountant at the bank. He just couldn't figure out why the numbers are not adding up and the son of a bitch he hired is as unhelpful as a broken wand. Three years they've been doing business and this accountant is the first one to be so incompetent. Fred regretted making a rushed hiring decision as the last one had to resigned immediately from chronic health issues. A breach in one year contract would cost them quite a lot so he just puts up him. Two more months and he'll fire that bastard.

He searches for the bottle of wine in the cupboard, typically reserved for celebratory occasions and not punching the accountant in a very public space counts as a win, but the wine is not there. He looks at other cupboards too, but the bottle is still nowhere to be found.

George must've taken it.

No one else lives here, and unless the bottle of wine grew a pair of legs, it simply do not move from it's designated place.

The older twin drags his feet to his brother's room when George's door opens.

And there you are.

You, in all your glory, comes out looking like you defeated boredom. Laughing hysterically at what George says as your hands wrapped delicately around his twin's arm.

He had seen this sight before. Often when you went out from your favourite classes like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes.

But never with George. Never to George.

He whispers your name in a hopeless attempt to make you direct that smile to him, but your light dims as soon as you heard him.

George and you stop, taken aback by Fred's early arrival. The younger twin isn't expecting his brother to return until an hour from now.

"I know you two know each other." George chuckles, which you smiled at. The sweet smile that once had been directed to Fred. "But I'd like to introduce Daisy again.."

His eyes practically sparkling at this point. "as my Fiance."

George didn't falter and your smitten look unwavering. There isn't a single mischief or malice in his demeanour, nor yours. This isn't some sick, twist prank the two of you are pulling. Fred had never told anyone about what happens between the two of you, but he had assume you had ignored George all the same. What, being identical twins and all. Just looking at George should've brought pain to you.

Apparently looking at George seems to make you smile even brighter.

"Uh.. S-since when..?" Fred force out a cough. "I mean, I didn't know you two kept in contact, let alone are seeing each other.."

"We didn't." You answer, though your eyes chose to look at his general direction and not his eyes. "We met around two years ago by coincidence."

"Merlin, a lucky guy I am." George chimes in. "It started with a simple catch up over tea. Then it became a monthly thing. Before we know it, we were meeting almost every other day for half a year."

How did he missed it. "Daisy here is still a tough one. Took me a year and half to convince her to date me. Another half year to convince marrying me!"

Seriously, how did he missed it? Fred remembers when George comes home late, snickering to himself, sometime last year. Then the next day he was so high spirited that he gave out discount to everyone the first opening hour. He was so high on cloud nine that whenever Fred tried to pry out details of joyous mood, George simply kept evading the question. Saying he doesn't want to jinx it. "Oh, while we're on the subject.. Will you be my bestman?"

Fred looks between you and his brother. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Hesitantly he replies, "Y-yeah! Of course Georgie! I'll be honoured!"

He hope his emotions didn't betray his tone. His younger twin is engaged, no foul play is coming from you as far as he could tell. Well, of course he could tell. However you're behaving with George right now was how you acted when you had a crush on Fred. He knew that love-adorn smile, that twinkle in your eyes, the pitched giggles in between. He knew that all too well, though you're definitely less shy and hesitant about it with George.

You lean against his brother wearing a specific form of confidence Fred had only seen once in you.

The same air of confidence that he had shattered when he pushed you away as you tried to kiss him. Fucking Fantastic. It is his lost.

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