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drug dealer | lee jordan x reader

song; drug dealer [levelz] pairing; drug dealer!lee jordan x high-achiever!gender neutral!reader genre; fluff, mild angst, s2l word count; 3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) weed consumption, weed dealing, mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, mentions of alcohol consumption, stress from schoolwork, pressure of high expectations summary; if anyone thought hogwarts students didn't have means to get weed, they were wrong - it was a widely used drug within the castle, and y/n was a new customer to the resident drug dealer

a/n; | PLEASE READ | this is by NO means an interpretation based on racial stereotypes - this is NOT a safe space for anybody with racist ideologies. lee jordan's characterisation as a weed dealer in hogwarts is based on his involvement with the weasley twins, as my interpretation is that if anyone in hogwarts is going to be a weed dealer it's going to be the weasley twins and/or their close friends (also, people who look down on careers like drug dealing aren't welcome here either, your classism is showing)

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"i know a guy, give you something, get a move on."

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You supposed that there had been access to weed within the school for a couple decades, the business being passed from older students to younger students as they progressed through the school. You weren't sure when the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan took over the role, though, as you couldn't imagine little first years dealing with weed or any other kind of drug - but they seemed to have been doing it forever.

Angelina had told you that it was initially just the Weasley twins that took it on, as their reputation for pranks acted as a convenient cover, but as they had gotten busier with pranks at the same time weed grew in popularity, they had needed more help. Naturally, they asked their best friend, Lee Jordan, to come on board, and it had progressed to the point that Jordan handled most of the customer interactions. This was only something you learned in sixth year, as prior to that you had swore you would never do drugs and so stayed out of it. However, the looming pressure of next year's NEWTs was building, which had led you to ask your best friend (Angelina) if she knew how to get hold of weed in the school.

Being on the quidditch team with the Weasley twins, and suspiciously close with Fred, it wasn't surprising to you that she could answer. You had always had an inkling of an idea that the famous school pranksters would be a part of the dealing in Hogwarts.

What surprised you was when she mentioned Lee Jordan. Sure, he was very close with the twins, but he never got up to too much mischief himself. Perhaps that was an advantage, though - it gave him a good cover.

Angelina told you that she would talk with Fred about arranging a pick-up for you, which made you give her an accusing look - why specifically Fred? She had fumbled over an excuse afterwards, which neither of you even remotely believed.

That conversation with her prefaced you standing in the abandoned girls' toilets where Moaning Myrtle resided in the early morning, in await for either the twins or Jordan to show up. You were half expecting to do the pick-up at night, as that seemed more in theme, but then again you supposed that being out after curfew would just add more risk to something already illegal.

The door opening made you jump - you were particularly on edge given the circumstances.

"Well, I didn't believe it, but I guess it's true," Lee Jordan said with a big grin as he walked towards you.

"Hm?"

"It's not everyday goody-two-shoes Y/N L/N seeks out an illegal substance."

For some reason, you had expected the meeting to be relatively wordless. Maybe you needed to stop watching so much muggle television.

"You got the money, L/N?" he said, reaching inside his cloak.

You nodded: you had clutched it tightly in your hand this entire time - it was probably covered in sweat. Nonetheless, you opened your fist and presented the coins to him, and watched as he scanned to check it was the right amount. After confirming that it was, he scooped the money into his palm and handed a small clear plastic bag filled with green over with his other hand.

"The weed is charmed to be scentless and accio-resistant," he explained, "Courtesy of the Weasleys."

You nodded.

"And here are some papers," he handed over a small little package, "For a filter you can simply fold card into a roach."

You, again, nodded.

"That should be all. Do you want this as a regular thing or is this a one-timer?"

"Uh, a regular thing, I think."

"Damn. You're not the L/N I've heard so much about."

You shrugged, "I'm stressed."

"How does monthly sound to you? Every four weeks, same time, same place?"

You weren't sure how regularly you would need to buy it.

Sensing your confusion, Jordan continued, "If you need more sooner, seek me or the twins out. If you still have plenty in a month's time, come anyway, and we'll arrange a more fitting schedule - we don't like to sell more than a certain amount at once, you see. Sound good?"

To that, you agreed, clutching the marijuana tightly in your hand as you accepted this new chapter in your previously innocent life.

You were the first to leave the toilets, and failed to notice Jordan staring after you with curiosity in his eyes.

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To you, the Weasley twins had always seemed unapproachable - they almost always had an audience as a result of their shining confidence and unarguably brilliant pranks. You understood why they were such a good cover for a drug business: their position in the limelight kept focus away from anything else they might be doing.

Lee Jordan had said to go to either him or the twins if you needed more weed before the month was up, but going to him seemed like the only reasonable option. Your anxiety far prevented you from being able to approach groups of people you weren't close with, and out of the three dealers, Jordan was the only one who was ever alone. You found him down by the lake on a bright spring morning, purely by chance actually, as you had decided against seeking him out and instead just hoped you would come across him alone. Your reason for being at the lake was instead to complete some assignments while taking advantage of the weather being decent for the first time that year.

"Hi," you said gently, hoping to garner his attention without too much effort.

He immediately looked up from his book and smiled at you. "How can I help you?"

"I'm out of weed."

"Sorry to disappoint, I don't have any to sell on me."

You shook your head, "I don't expect it now, obviously. You just told me to seek you out."

"I never said I didn't have any weed on me at all," he continued, "Just none to sell."

You watched as he pulled a pre-rolled blunt out his jean pocket.

"Wanna share?"

Thinking it over, you chewed on your lower lip.

"Completely free, of course."

Eventually, you nodded.

"Great, let's just go around this side of the tree. Can't be in view from the castle, can we?"

You settled down next to him on the side of the trunk hidden from an outside perspective, and watched as he lit the blunt with his wand and offered the first hit to you. Accepting it, you placed it between your lips and inhaled the smoke, that all too familiar burn hitting the back of your throat. You didn't cough or choke anymore, though, and instead held in the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling.

Passing the spliff to Jordan, you watched as the smoke rose and dissipated into the air, soon replaced by the smoke he exhaled.

"If someone had told me two months ago that I'd be sharing a joint with goody-two-shoes Y/N L/N, I would've laughed in their face," he spoke, passing the blunt back to you.

You let out a chuckle as you breathed out more smoke, "If someone had told me two months ago that I'd even consider smoking weed, I would've laughed in their face."

"Each to their own," he said, "It's just weird how you find the same people that say they'd never do drugs are the ones going out and getting twatted every night."

You hummed, "By every definition except social rules, alcohol is a drug - I don't get why it has such a different reputation."

"Why don't you drink instead of smoke?"

"I want a relaxer - alcohol just makes me energetic."

"I didn't expect you to be so experienced."

You let out a soft laugh, "My reputation is a little extreme, don't really know how I got it."

"By being a teacher's pet?"

You gently slapped his arm, "Like your reputation isn't extreme too, Jordan."

"Lee."

"Hm?"

"Just call me Lee. And, yeah, I guess it is - but I'm known for being fun, a star commentator of quidditch."

"You saying you're better than me?"

He shook his head, "No, but I like my reputation, even if it isn't fully accurate - you don't seem like you like yours."

"I don't," you agreed, "It's a lot of pressure. Everyone expects me to have the best score on assignments and tests - and I feel inclined to oblige. Really, I just want to skive a few lessons here and there, and only do well in the ones I want a career in."

"Why did you get this reputation for yourself, then?"

"Because back in first year, I found everything easy. So I just got high scores without too much trouble. But then people expected me to do well, so as the content got harder, I had to start putting work into even the subjects I hated to maintain people's opinion of me."

"Would it be so bad to ruin the reputation?"

"I don't like the attention being on me. As weird as it sounds, by being consistently the best, I have a relatively anonymous status. If I had a drastic change, people would notice, and I don't want them to."

Lee nodded, exhaling another puff of smoke, "Well, just another year and a half left."

"Yeah, great. NEWTs."

"You could quit now - all you need is your OWLs to legally do magic."

"And do what sort of career? At this point I feel like I'm destined to work tirelessly in the Ministry."

"Ah, well-"

"It's even worse, now, too. Because the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students are here - meaning that's even more people I'm up against in academics."

"As nice as it is meeting all these people, I am sad that the Triwizard Tournament means quidditch isn't on."

You smiled at him, "One of your hustles on pause for a year."

"I don't get paid to do it."

"True. You only get paid for weed dealing."

"Yup," he laughed, "But, hey, it's the first tournament in like a hundred years, it's a once-in-a-lifetime event."

"And probably the last for another hundred years given the whole Potter fiasco."

Lee took a moment to still, and look at you with his big brown eyes, "You're more talkative than I thought you'd be."

You rolled your eyes, "Aren't I full of surprises?"

"Well, we've established that."

"I think it's the weed. I'm not sure. I've only ever smoked alone before."

"Glad to be a part of your first blunt rotation, then."

"Is it really a rotation if there's only two people?"

He shrugged.

You let a smile grace your lips, "I'm glad it's you either way."

***

"Are you cooking meth in here?" you said loudly, catching the three boys in the abandoned girls' bathroom completely off guard.

They were hovered around a set of four copper cauldrons, each bubbling in different shades of purple.

"Oh, thank Godric, it's just you," Lee breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm here when you said to be," you checked your watch just to confirm.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We just lost track of time."

"It's not meth," one of the twins added, "We don't deal with drugs more serious than weed."

You looked upon their apparent science experiment, and decided not to ask any further questions.

"Okay, whatever, you got the weed?"

"Certainly do."

You examined the small plastic bag he handed you, noting how there was more weed in it than he had given you last time - it confused you, he had said about how they didn't like to sell more than a certain amount of weed at a time.

"Forgot about our rules, Lee?" one of the twins spoke, moving over to the two of you, "We have a limit." He gestured to the bag with his eyes.

"You know the exceptions, George."

The boy's eyes widened, "Oh, really? You didn't tell us."

You looked between the two of them curiously, "Am I missing something?"

"No, no," George said, pushing you towards the door, "It's a pleasure doing business with you, L/N."

"Wait, I haven't-" the door was shut in your face, "...paid."

You tried to open the bathroom door again, but it was locked. On any other occasion, you would have tried an unlocking charm, but you were running late for a study date with Angelina, so you decided to chase up Lee later.

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For some reason, Lee Jordan dropped off the grid for the next two days - which was an impressive feat, considering Hogwarts only had so many hiding places. You really would have preferred to talk to him than the twins, as you were more accustomed to him, but you also hated having unpaid debts, so worked up the courage to approach them during dinner.

"Hey-"

"L/N, looking for Lee?" the twin closest to you said.

"Well-"

"He's been busy monitoring our experiment the last couple days - we've been taking the night shifts, we thought he'd have told you."

Why would he have told you?

"We had to move from the abandoned toilets though - too many people go in there."

You didn't have a chance to interrupt them as they told you where Lee was, and at that point you felt obliged to go there.

"J- Lee?" you called out, entering the long abandoned classroom you'd been essentially instructed to go to.

"Y/N?" the dark-haired boy looked up in surprise.

"Hi."

It was weird - you had trekked up here, rehearsing in your mind and also out loud the explanation you had for being there. (Although, it wasn't much of an explanation, since you weren't entirely sure yourself.) Now you were here, your mind had gone blank. All you could do was stare at the boy sat by the cauldrons, who stared back at you expectantly.

"Hi?" he replied, tilting his head.

"Uh- the twins- the twins told me you were here... I'm not sure why."

"Did you... want to see me?"

You pursed your lips in thought, "I mean- I went to them because I didn't get a chance to pay you all, and they just kinda- told me where you were? I felt too awkward to tell them what I was actually there for so I just kinda came here."

Lee hummed, gesturing for you to sit down. You obliged, sitting opposite him with your legs crossed.

"I'm glad the twins took the night shift - I know I wouldn't manage to stay as energetic as them during the day if I was on it."

"I don't think those two know how to be tired."

"It does happen, but so very rarely."

You felt shy meeting his gaze, and it confused you. Sure, you were a relatively awkward person by nature, but Lee was making you feel like that in a new sort of way. You felt safe yet nervous in his presence.

"Is it lonely spending all day here?"

"A little. Sometimes I like the peace, though."

You nodded, relishing in the next few moments of silence before digging through your pockets to find the money you had kept on you the last couple days. Once all the coins were in your hand, you presented them in your palm to the boy sat in front of you.

He glanced at the currency, then shook his head, not moving his arms an inch.

Frowning, you looked down at the coins to carefully check it was the right amount, before presenting them to him again when you confirmed that it was.

"I don't want your money."

"Why not?"

"You don't have to pay."

Your mind ticked back to when they had mentioned something about an exception, and the way George especially had spoken about it.

"Why not?" you asked again.

Lee looked as if he was having an internal struggle about what to say next.

You awaited his next words without saying anything.

"I like you, Y/N, I like you a lot," he finally said, "And I was really hoping that I could take you on a date."

Dumbstruck didn't even begin to describe your emotions: one of the most infamously fun people in the school thought of the resident goody-two-shoes as a potential love interest?

You supposed they do say opposites attract.

"Of course, you can say no, it's no pressure, rea-"

You cut him off by leaning forwards and pressing your lips against his, making him let out a "hmph" sound. As you pulled away, you apologised, but he dismissed you by pulling you back in for another kiss.

"Is that a yes?" he asked when you separated again.

You nodded.

"Great, uh, yeah- great. That's why the weed's free, by the way. Our S/Os don't pay."

"S/O? Already?"

Lee laughed nervously.

"Awfully bold of you, Lee Jordan."

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't worry about it," you grinned, "I like that about you."

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written; 15/07/2022 —> 27/07/2022 published; 28/07/2022 edited; —/—/——

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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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kaciebello · 3 months

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Love accusations

Masterlist George Weasley x Gryffindor! reader (fem) Summary: 3 instances where you deny dating George, and the one where you don’t. Much to Fred's dismay. warnings: Mention of sex, swearing, no use of y/n Authors note: one-shot. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) Word count: 3k

A pair of Gryffindor sat on a sofa in a secluded part of the common room. The two had previously worked on their charms homework together, however, one had seemingly finished and moved on to a book, while the other one took avoiding it as his main mission in life. However, any attempt to get a reaction from the girl goes unnoticed by her. Disappointed he returned to doing his homework. They both fail to notice his twin approaching with their friend.

“You two ARE having sex!” Fred yells making some heads in the common room turn in their direction with curiosity. George jumps a bit in shock and looks at his brother. Eyes widening.

“Really? George, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down.” Says the girl lazily not even attempting to put her book down. She was not even bothered enough to pick up her gaze from it or bothered by her friend's antics.

“ We are not!” George argues back as Fred and Lee sit down opposite the couple. That however goes flat to their ears. Because if there is something Fred loves more than testing his brothers, it's teasing his twin brother.

“Fred, the only people having sex here, are the characters in my book.” She says, turning to another page. George leans over and tries to peek whether that is true or not. The girl shuts the book with a loud bang and places it gently on the table. Now finally giving all the attention to the overly loud Gryffindor duo. Lee's hand reaches for the book but she just swats it away.

“What do you want.” She asks.

“I want, you two to admit you're dating.” He says pointing a finger between her and George.

“Not gonna happen Fred.”

“Why not?”

“ Because we are not dating, easy as that.”

“Bullshit!” Fred yells and slams his fist onto the coffee table. She leans back into the sofa and just shakes her head dissapointly. Kicking her feet up on the coffee table and crosses her hands over her chest.

“You have no valid argument, Fred. I will not debate this with you if you have no evidence.” She says looking into Fred's eyes, knowing damn well it will fire the boy up. He narrows his eyes at her and nods as if telling her he will play her little game. Quickly he turns to Lee and they start whispering sometimes glancing at the pair. The two of them made it look like they just thought of a groundbreaking strategy in quidditch.

“ You know what you're doing, right?” George leans back and looks at the girl. Giving up on the homework at this point. She just smirks and nods. Lee and Fred turn back and simultaneously clear their throats.

“We have proof.” He says seriously and pokes Lee in his side with his elbow. The girl just raises her eyebrow before motioning them to continue. Lee sits up straight.

“ I have seen you two almost kiss in the corridor before.” He says very proud of himself. Fred started franticly nod and a smile spread across his face. Gorges's eyes widen a little at this information. The girl, however, remained unphased.

“ You can't prove that it was us. I could have been anyone.” She argues back, looking at her nails, seemingly bored. Fred's smile flatters a bit before he jumps up.

“I CAN RECOGNISE MY FACE ANYWHERE!” He yells and points at the girl. She just lifts her gaze and him.

“You didn't see us tho. Lee did. Hence, could have been anyone.” Fred's and George's faces snap to Lee who gulps very loudly. Looking nervous between the two brothers and the girl. Lee felt like in the front line of a war.

“ We walked together to the library after tho.” He says.

“ You walked together to the library after!” Fred repeats seeing this as his victory. Placing his hands on his hips and making a superhero pose. The girl just sighs and takes her legs off of the coffee table.

“ Are you jealous about me almost kissing George? Fine. I can almost kiss Lee if you want. Even you if you desire so much.” Whine leaves Geroge as Fred and Lee watch the girl in confusion.

“What.”

“You heard me, Weasley.” She says before getting up from her comfortable spot. Both Lee and Fred move a few inches back. She just chuckles and goes to pack her things. George sees this and goes to do the same.

“Plus it couldn't be me kissing George, as I fancy someone else.” She says after picking her book from the table and placing it in her bag.

“You do?” Say all 3 boys at the same time. She just rolls her eyes at their antics and turns to leave. George hurriedly followed her.

“ Where are you going?” Fred asks as both of them get up and move toward the exit. She just flashes him a smile.

“ To almost kiss your brother in the corridor.”

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The four of them were on their way to Hogsmeade. The snow as fallen in a thick layer and all there was to do was some shopping. The twins wanted to buy some trinkets from Zonks, while Lee and the girl had only butter beer on their minds. Walking swiftly to get from the cold and hoping their younger siblings don't catch up on them and they would be forced to take them with. Fred and Lee led the group, while the other two were falling behind. Fred and Lee could be heard from miles away. George opted for a much quieter conversation with his partner.

“ When are we going to tell him?” asks George the girl next to him. “Don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but I miss holding your hand.” He continues and his hand brushes over hers. Although he dubs she could feel it over her gloves. To be fair, George finds it as much fun as she does. He just sometimes misses her despite being right next to her.

“You can hold my hand whenever you want to, but, It's too much fun, it's like he's obsessed.” A smile spreads across her lips as she stops her movements and looks at the boy. He also stops and looks at the girl. Her hand extends to him as a gentle offering. He takes it as fast as he can. Walking closer to her, he places his other hand on her cheek. Smile adored both of them, as George leaned in, Smack.

Crumbs of snowball have fallen on her face, a giggle escaped her. George wipes his head around to see his brother and friend both with loaded-up snowballs. Before he can react, two more hit him. Effectively stunning him.

“OI! Hurry up you lovebirds!” yells Lee before he and Fred run in the direction of Three Broomsticks. George just curses and runs behind them. Leaving the girl to leisurely walk and meet them there.

When she got here, all of them had already shed their outdoor layers and had butterbeers sitting in front of them. One was in a space next to George waiting for her. She took her scarf and coat off. Something perked up Fred's attention.

“Is this your way of telling us?” He says pointing between her and George.

“Telling you what?” She asks, sitting down. Not even being able to take a sip of her drink before Fred spits other nonces.

“That you two are together.” Lee is however faster and suppresses his friend in the explanation. The girl just rolls her eyes before taking a sip. A foam mustache forms on her upper lip that she quickly wipes with the sleeve of her sweater. Momentarily stopping to progress something.

“ Guys, we have been over this.” Defends George this time. Fred just narrowed his eyes at him before pointing at the girl, who was still frozen.

“Explain this then!” He says and grabs the sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. “ This is your sweater!!” Sudden touch wakes the girl up and she retracts her hand.

“Again Fred, you can't prove that.” He looks at her in disbelief, lost for words from the sheer audacity of this girl. Groan leaves George and Lee is just laughing at his friends' antics.

“Oh? So the giant G on the front doesn't mean anything?” Recovers Fred rather quickly. George chokes on his butter beer and Lee goes to pat him on the back. The girl looks down and stretches the sweater. There is indeed a giant G on it. No dubbed Mrs. Weasly work as always. She wondered if she did it to help herself to keep track of whose laundry she was doing.

“It's just a G, could mean anything.” leaves her.

“G for George.”

“ Or G for Ginny, ya know? Your sister.” She says, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Why would you have my sister's sweater?” he asks accusingly. She just shrugs and takes another sip from her drink.

“ Why would I have George's one? I don't like him like that.” When she says it like that it makes sense for her to have Ginnys' sweater more than Georges.

“So you do like him!” Lee jumps on the accusation train. Another groan leaves George and he finishes his drink.

“Just how I like you, and Fred, and Padma, and Harry, And-”

“ Okay, okay, I get it.” Freds gives up and takes a sip. A smirk spreads on his face. “ So tell us, who do you fancy?”

“Hmmm, well, truth to be told, he's a Gryffindor, tall, and very cheeky and his name is- WELL would you look at that! I will get us another round.” She says and gets up from her spot. Knowing better than to take Fred's bait, she walked away to the bar. She can hear Fred turning to Lee and George.

“I'm telling you it's George, You can't fight me on this one!” Georges's giggles are heard throughout the tavern. “ Motherfucker, you ain't telling us shit!”

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A scream is heard throughout the burrow, together with fast steps going down the stairs.

Harry, Hermione, and Lee turn to the sound startled. The 3 Weasleys, however, not even looking up from their card game. Fred places one card down making Ginny frown and carefully study her own. Ron just curses under his breath.

The girl appeared first with the other twin on her toes. She stops in front of the group, eyes gleaming with victory. George stops once he notices the other people, opting to just stand behind her.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asks, Placing her own card down without even looking. Ron curses again and tries to peak at Harry's cards. He just presses them to his chest, preventing him.

“Yeah, why?” The girl asks, clearly out of breath from running from the much faster boy behind her.

“ The scream?” Harry says, not really sure he wants to join the conversation. She just waves her arms at them.

“Oh no, don't worry. It's something George did.” The boy behind her straightens at his name. Looking at his sister who seemed to be winning the game with almost no effort.

“ Oh Merlin, he finally did it. He showed her the birthday suit.” Fred says.

“and it was SMALL.” Followed Lee, Fred's head snapped to his friend, he took full offense to that. Hemione's face twists in disgust. A small ‘ew’ can be heard from Ginny before she places another card on the table. Ron makes a fake gaging sound and George had nothing better than ‘dude’. The girl laughs at this.

“Oh Lee, I love you so much,” she says and goes to hug him. George whines and stops her by grabbing her upper arm.

“I can confirm that is not true mate.” Says Fred with full confidence. George just shakes his head. Hermione decided to force her cards on Harry, who was not very happy about it, and got up.

“I'm going to make some tea, you want some?” She says to the girl, she just nods and follower her to the kitchen.

“ Count me in!” Says Ginny as she places her last card on the table, successfully winning the game. Her brothers and friends just groan. Ron looks like he might cry at this point.

The girls moved to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was looking out the window, watching her older sons and husband work in the yard. She notices them walking into the kitchen and smiles at them. Ginny mentions something about tea and the girls sit down. After some time and bickering over what does and does not belong in tea, steaming cups were sat before them. Hermione breaks the silence.

“So, when are you gonna announce it?” Confused look from the girl, Mrs. Weasly just glances at them, seemingly paying them no mind. While she may be facing the window, her years are very much facing the three girls sitting at her dining table. Because be assured if something is going on with her children, under her roof, she is bound to know. The girls didn't even have time to answer before Ginny jumped in.

“Wait, are not just pretending to not know in front of Fred?” She asked, confused as well. Hermione stops putting sugar in her tea and fully turns to the girl. She grabs her hands into hers and looks her in the eyes.

“Are you?” The girl grows nervous. Curse Ginny and her watching people skills.

“I have no idea what you're on about Hermione.” she says with a full chest, then leans in and whispers.” Let's not talk about it in front of his mum!”

“Stop whispering, we all know something is going on between you and George. I know my brothers, and I know when they have that lovesick look.” Ginny blows on her tea before taking a sip. Somehow she manages to give both of them a pointed look.

“I know what you look like with that look too, don't start Ginny.” says the horrified girl, still not comfortable that Mrs. Weasly is there. Ginny goes red and just looks away. Speaking of the older woman, she turns to them.

“ Who has a lovesick look?” She asks with a smile that feels a little bit too threatening to all of them, although others may see it as the sweetest one.

“You when you look at dad. What is he doing anyway.” Ginny says hoping to change the subject. The older woman just huffs, turns around, and looks out the window again. Ginny leans forward to the other two before she whispers.

“I'm just saying, let it really be my sweater you borrow next time.” A smirk on her lips when she retries. With the corner of her eye, she sees her brother trying to catch a glimpse of the embarrassed girl.

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“Source?” Lee asks.

“ Dude, trust me,” Fred answers.

“ You know I am physically unable to do that.” The two boys were hiding behind a bush. Good view of the pair sitting on the bench.

“ I too was advised, not to trust you.” Pipes in Collin, who was dragged into this mess by an accident. The poor boy wanted a picture of that tiny firework Fred had, instead, he dragged him to this when he refused to let him borrow his camera.

“Collin, this is the talk. This is the news! I need you to take a picture of them when they kiss.” Says Fred, a creepy grin on his face. Collin scared a bit just nods his head and gets in position. After a few good minutes of spying, Fred gets impatient and turns to Lee.

“Should we find a better spot? My feet kinda hurt from squatting.” He says but then a shutter goes off. A little photo comes from the camera and Fred grabs it.

“AHA, GOT YOU!” he jumps out waving it in the air and running to the startled couple. Scaring the couple that jumps away from each other a little. Lee and Collin follow behind him.

“What are you on about Fred?” Asks him, George. Still holding the girl that had her legs on his lap.

“ YOU TWO! KISSING! I GOT PROOF!” HE yells and shows them the picture. The girl just grabs it and looks at it. Fred is jumping up and down, hugging Collin and then Lee. Victory celebration. The girl gets up and walks to the poor younger Gryffindor. George is pulled up by Fred and forced to join a jumping hug.

“Hey Collin, can I keep this?” She asks the boy gently. He just nods, seemingly scared of the situation. The girl turns back to the three overgrown babies smile on her face. She can no longer argue about proof, as she was holding one in her hand. She turns to Collin again and tells him he can go. The boy just nods and runs away as fast as he can, very much terrified of his upperclassmen.

George wiggles out of the hug and makes his way to her. Cheers can be heard from his brother and friend. When they meet again, George stops right in front of her. One of his hands finds her waist and the other on her neck. They stay like this for a few seconds seemingly in their word, not noticing the cheers dying down. He leans in, their lips brush, when...

“Not in front of me Forge!” Yells Fred with the girl in his arms, running away with laughter, followed by Lee. George was frozen in his position, the girl missing from his arms. George shakes his head at his brothers' antics. Now that he looks at it, maybe living in denial wasn't the worst thing. Because if there is anything his twin loves more than teasing other people, is teasing him.

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captainmaggieworld · 7 months

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Mis shipps con los colores rojo y verde

#rojo y verde #francesco bernoulli #lightning mcqueen #Cars2 #leegaa #rock lee #sabaku no gaara #halbarry #hal jordan #barry allen #tech x rev #loonatics unleashed #benrex #ben 10 #generator rex #kevedd #ed edd n eddy

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iconicstoner · 10 months

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shut up…and kiss me

gn!reader x george weasley

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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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majesty31 · 2 years

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𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 | 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒄 𝑰 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 ��𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ��𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐𝒌

Breaking up with George was one of the hardest things you ever had to do. But the way his face fell after the words left your lips was even harder. You loved him, more then even yourself and that’s what scared you. You would do anything for him, even if it meant to break his heart to keep him safe and alive.

It didn’t surprise you when your father joined back with the dark lord, seeing as he was a death eater back when you were a child. But what did surprise you was when he forced you to join as well, forced you to take the dark mark and betray everyone you loved. Your heart broke when they started using your friendship with Harry Potter against you.

So you had to cut ties with everyone you loved that could be used against you, including George. But he knew better. He knew you wouldn’t just break up with him over nothing, knew you wouldn’t just push away all of your friends over nothing. So every chance he got he would try and get you to tell the truth.

"You can’t just ignore me!" You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly turning around to face the most beautiful boy you knew. His fits were clenched along with his jaw, his hair was a mess and it looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. He slowly stepped closer. "Please Y/N," his voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as you tried your best to keep your own tears in. "Talk to me please,"

At this point he was already right in front of you, making you look up at him with a blank look in your eyes. You had to make it believable. You had to make it seem as if you didn’t love him anymore. "What do you want Weasley," he took in a sharp breath at the name but pushed it away, taking your cold hands into his own warm ones. You tried to get them out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. "Let me go,"

"No. Not until you tell me why you broke up with me! And don’t give me some bullshit about how you don’t love me anymore because I know that’s a pile of rubbish," his voice was raising, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Ever since you came back this year you’ve been different, distant and not just with me but with all of your friends," he paused. "Did something happen over the summer?"

"Yes George something did happen, I found out that I didn’t love you anymore okay. I found out that I don’t need any of them anymore. I found out that I don’t need you anymore," he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes as he closed them, taking a breath.

"That’s not true and we both know that,"

"Yes it is. Can’t you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth!"

"You can’t just fall out of love with me that quickly. I don’t believe that and I won’t," the look he gave you made you want to forget all of the reasons of why he needed protecting and just fall into his arms, but you couldn’t.

"Well you need to George. Because I don’t love you," You paused, his eyes finding yours. "Didn’t your brother ever worn you about falling in love with a Slytherin? Maybe you should have listened," you pulled your hands away from his and moved closer to him. "I could never love a Weasley, a dirtyblood, a redhead," with that you walked away, leaving George standing where you had left him, tears falling from his eyes as he watched you walk away with a broken heart.

You ran as fast as you could towards the girls room, trying to get away from George before falling to the ground, the tears you were trying your hardest to keep in finally falling down your face. You put your hands in front of your mouth, hating yourself for what you had said. For things your didn’t mean and for things that you loved about him. You wanted to scream, scream at the world. Why had it chosen you, why had your father forced the mark on you. You were only 17.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice call. But you didn’t care if she saw you like this at this point. You barely saw Hermione run in, fear and worry covering her face as she fell in front of you. Her arms reaching out for you and soon she had you pulled into a hug. One that you didn’t fight. "I saw George before I came in," hearing his name made your cries louder. She didn’t say anything more, his face covered in tears gave her the confirmation she needed to know what this was about.

So she just sat there with you. Letting you cry your heart out. She wouldn’t let go of you for a second not until you slowly started pulling away. Even if you wanted to cry you couldn’t, all of your tears had dried out. Hermione rubbed your shoulder as you sat in front of her, looking at the floor with absolutely no emotions.

~~~

That night you woke up screaming, a burning sensation on your arm making tears stream down your face. Your breathing was heavy as you looked around, thanking Godric himself that you were in the common room. You covered your mouth before you could let out another scream, the burning becoming worse by the second. You made your way out of the common room and to the bathrooms. Turning on the cold water and putting your arm underneath, tears once again falling from your face once the burning died down. But it didn’t last long and soon it was back.

You pulled your arm away from the water, a broken sob leaving your mouth as the pain shot through your body. You left the dungeons, thinking that fresh air would maybe die down the pain, even for a little bit. You walked down the empty and dark hallways holding your arm in one hand, soon coming to a compete stop once you saw Fred, George, Harry and Professor Umbridge.

"As I’ve told you once before Mr. Potter naughty children deserve to be punished," And with that she walked away. You tried to keep the sob in once your arm started burning again but you couldn’t, making all three of the boys turn towards you. You clutched your arm closer but immediately regretted it because of your body heat. George gazed down at your arm, concern forming in his eyes as he slowly walked towards you.

"Y/N what happened?" He asked, worry written all over his face. "Did Umbridge do something?" You shook you head, tears falling from your eyes as you pulled your arm to your chest.

"Don’t come any closer," You warned but he didn’t listen. Fred and Harry, seeing that this was a conversation not meant for their ears, took the little boy and left the two of you alone. Both throwing you concerned glances before they disappeared behind a corner.

"Let me see," George said, bringing your focus back on him as he gently tried taking your arm but you pulled away and took a step back. "Y/N please let me help. If your hurt I can help," You shook your head. A small cry leaving your lips as the burning started again.

George’s eyes grew with fear, pulling your arm away from your chest and revealing your mark. He said nothing as he looked at your arm in disbelief. Taking in short breaths before his gaze met yours, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“What- is this?" He asked, hurt laced in his voice as he looked down at you, betrayal written all over his face. “Is this why you’ve cut everyone off?” He let go of your arm.

“Yes,” Was the only answer you gave making George look at you with disbelief before he backed away, trying to process this.

“You-“ he paused taking in a breath, his voice slightly trembling. “Your with him? The man who murdered hundreds of people, including your best friends parents might I add,” You bit the inside of your cheek trying to keep the tears in. But you couldn’t say anything, not when the man you loved looked at you as if you were a trader.

“Y/N say something,” when he saw the tears in your eyes and your trembling figure he slowly moved towards you. Lifting your Chen with his finger making your eyes meet his. “Was this at your own free will?” You stayed quite for a moment, trying to remove the lump in your throat.

“No,” You ended up mumbling, the tears in your eyes fully falling down your face. “My father-“ you cut yourself off as your voice cracked, lips trembling and trying to finish your sentence without bursting into tears. “He forced me to take the mark,”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"How could I? What would you think of me since I now carry the dark mark. I’m disgusted with it myself and how would you see-" You looked at the floor once again, your voice trembling with every word you spoke. "Would you still love me the same-"

"Yes. I would and do love you the same. I don’t care about any mark on your body even if it’s the dark lords mark," He spoke, making your eyes meet his. "I love you Y/N and nothing in the world will ever change that," You shook your head trying to pull away from him.

"No George, I’m trying to keep you safe-"

"I don’t need to be kept safe. Not by you breaking up with me," He paused, his eyes roaming over your face. "Being with you is what keeps me safe. Your my safe place and without that I crumble," You breath hitched. "I need you," He whispered. Tears filled in your eyes as you took in his words. His eyes flickered down towards your lips before he slowly leaned in, taking your lips into his own.

You melted into the kiss, tears streaming down your face as he tilted his head. The passion you felt in the kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. It was slow and full of love, a kind of love George only ever slowed towards you. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your cheek as he gently pulled you closer. George has always been gentle with you but this was different . He was handling you as if you were glass, something that could slip through his finger and break.

~~~

That night you spent in George’s dorm, cuddled up on his bed with your head on his chest trying your best to keep your cries in. The burning had only gotten worse, and at this point you knew it was some sort of punishment for telling George.

But their was nothing you could do.

George hearing your silent cries, wiped away your tears before bringing your face up to meet his, his lips connecting with your own. You relaxed into the kiss as your lips moved with his. A sigh leaving your mouth as he got on top of you. You brought your free hand up to his hair, gently tangling them into his soft orange locks. His tongue brushed your bottom lip before moving it completely into your mouth and you welcomed it by pulling him closer towards you.

He soon broke the kiss by moving his lips over your jaw before finding your neck, gently kissing and sucking on the skin. Your head tilted back giving him more access as a sigh left your mouth. Your hand still in his hair as he left a small mark on your neck. Tears started forming in your eyes again once the burning started. George feeling your body tense moved his lips over towards your now burning mark.

He slowly started kissing up your arm, the feeling of his lips made your mind slowly forget about the pain. He gave your shoulder one last kiss before his lips found yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he softly bit you bottom lip and just like that the pain had left you completely. George took your hand in his as his lips again made way to your neck.

The rest of the night was filled with love and passion. And that maybe this love was the one where it saved the both of you. You were always told that love was weakness and while that was true you learned that love was also strength and that strength overcame the weakness.

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modestbones · 4 months

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THE RIDE TO HOGWARTS

Feedback is appreciated , and requests are open 💞 —my interpretation of how Y/N become friends with the ‘Pranksters’. (btw Amanita is an OC Of mine, I’ll introduce her later.)

GEORGE X READER (Y/N POV)

After tearfully hugging my mum and dad goodbye, knowing I wouldn’t see them for at least a couple of months, I stepped onto the train. Instantly I was able to pick up on the strong scent of dust, and something that reminded me of my grandmother. I tightened my grip on my suitcase, and braved the walkway. I searched desperately for a space to sit, and noticed immediately almost all of the seats were taken by people who seemed to already know each other.

Thankfully, a girl with long black braids, and dark skin waved her hand at me, beckoning me to come. Once I came to her, she smiled widely, showing me her pearly white teeth. “Hey! I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit lost. A first year, yeah?” She said, having to raise her voice to make sure I could hear her. She didn’t give me enough time to respond, and quickly piped up. “I’m Angelina, you can call me angel,” she quips, her voice friendly. Before she can continue I hear someone call out behind her, “She’s anything but that!”

Giggles ensued, and a knot tied in my stomach. “Sorry about them, you’ll get used to it.” She grabs my arm, not too harshly, but quick enough to make my eyes widen. She pulls me into the cart, and I’m able to get a good look at those inside.

Two identical looking boys, with carrot coloured hair and matching smirks. A boy, who looked my age, with black dreads, who seemed to be engaging in an argument with the girl across from him, who wore her long black braids in a ponytail. Their arguing didn’t seem too fierce, as occasionally the boy would pause and smile. I faced the girl who took me in, Angelina. Angel. Seems like her attitude mirrored her name.

I look at them all, still speechless a little. “Guys, this is.. sorry, what’s your name love?” I batt my lashes. “Uh, Y/N. nice to meet you all..” I say, my voice drifting off a bit, as I stared outside, avoiding their piercing stares.

None of them spoke, until the other girl with braids spoke. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Amanita.” She stuck her hand out and shook mine. “That’s lee,” she continues, pointing at the boy she was arguing with, “and that’s Fred and George. Don’t ask me to tell you which is which.” She grins at her last words, and the boys smiles increase. “Wow Amanita, I can’t believe you don’t know our names.” One says. The other speaks quickly after, “it’s insulting.”

She rolls her eyes, and pats the spot next to her. I move quickly. After talking with Amanita, I realize she’s a first year herself, and so is Lee. They seem to have apparently just met, though already are close. George, Fred and Angelina are just 13, one year older than me, and already seen so grown. I wouldn’t say mature, as Fred and George are anything but that. They crack jokes whenever they can, and tell me all about their mischievous plans to start their ‘usual routine’ up again. I notice how Fred’s eyes trail off to Angelina everytime he tells a joke, looking for her smile. Angelina seems obvious, or at least tries to be.

Amanita sketches Lee, as he poses himself to look outside. Lee protests occasionally, but every once in a while, she rewards him by giving him food, or buying him something from the trolley.

And me? My muggle book— Narnia, sits politely in my lap, as my fingers skim the papers. Eventually, I hear a voice that calls my name out. George.

“So, where ya from?” He asks, tilting his head slightly. A smile sits politely on his lips, and it’s unlike the mischievous ones he wore earlier. I return his smile, and say, “London, you?”

I’ve always been used to the loud buzzing life that London offered for me. A twinkle seems to appear in his eyes. “Really? I’ve always wanted to live in the city. I live in the countryside. Incredibly tame compared to you.” He mutters, brushing his hair with his fingers, which seemed to be starting to grow out.

“I think the countryside seems nice. Calm. Cool even.” I say, imagining myself in the countryside. I can imagine myself wearing long flowery dresses.

“Well, maybe you should switch lives with me then, eh?” He quips. I smile. “You think I could pass for a Ginger?”

He laughs. His laugh makes me laugh, and soon enough everyone in the cart is looking at us, stopping their own conversations. Fred nudges George, and says, “I didn’t know first years could make you laugh this hard?” He teases.

Amanita- who requested I call her Amani, is grinning widely. Lee laughs, and for once, Amani doesn’t ream him out for moving, but joins him. Angelina looks at me and smiles widely. She whispers in my ear, “you have no idea what you just signed up for.” She grins, and I start to laugh. I’m glad she called me over.

We laughed all the way to hogwarts.

#Y/N #george weasley #Hogwarts #Harry Potter #New writer #new writers on tumblr #boost #Lee jordan #Harry potter OC #x reader #reader insert #angelina Johnson

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ravynnwritestrash · 2 years

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A Cozy Chair

Word Count- 3953

Warnings- cursing also not my best work but I still think it's fun.

About- Fred and George tell you about their latest plan that pushes you into making one of your own

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A cozy chair in the corner of a room. A spot I had sat in so many times before. Listening to the boys tell me their big dreams about a shop, about a prank, about a plan. A plan to leave Hogwarts. To make a name for themselves outside of the boring day to day life of the school. Outside of the list of rules made impossible to follow. It wasn’t a question or a maybe. It was a plan. They knew how they were going to do it and they knew when. So I sat in this chair and made a plan of my own. I’m going to tell Fred about the feelings I had towards him, before he leaves. As the twins start to plan out what to take with them and what to leave behind, I excuse myself to find the only other person who knows my secret, Ginny.

I had told her last year as a way to vent how I was feeling after Fred didn’t ask me to the ball. I'm not sure why I was surprised, everyone thought Shawn Martin was going to ask me and he eventually did. Shawn and I had gone as friends and while the schools thought that we were an excellent couple the truth was the only thing between us was a secret that I had found out by accident. Shawn was gay, and not ready to come out, we had helped each other lie during Amortentia day in potions. Shawn didn’t ask why I needed to lie but he told me why he did after class that day. I suppose the two of us could just sense that the other was in need.

I quickly walked to the courtyard to find Ginny, and while I did find her I found her with Hermione. With no time to think I used the new found fire under my feet to practice telling my deepest secret.

“Hey!” Ginny said as I plopped down confusion slowly crowding her face as my anxiety started to visibly creep up. “What’s going on? Where are Fred and George?”

“They're in their room, everything’s fine. Well mostly fine. I just- I have a- I need your help with something.” I was tripping over my words as I looked between the two girls. Hermione glanced between Ginny and I trying to figure out what could be happening. “Okay, so, I have a crush… on someone.” Ginny's confusion remained as Hermione clearly got more curious.

Hermione leaned in closer to me “Who is it?” She asked as a smile creeped onto her face. I glanced at Ginny who was still confused.

“It’s- well it’s Fred” I said, ripping up grass from beside my leg suddenly very interested in not looking at either of the two girls. Ginny let out a breath as Hermione did the opposite. She gasped and placed a hand on my knee.

“Fred?” She asked, the smile on her face filled her voice. I just nodded, keeping my eyes on my growing pile of grass “Did you tell him?”

“Not yet,” I found the courage to look up at Ginny who now also had a smile on her face.

“You’re finally going to tell him?” She struggled to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Finally?” Hermione looked to Ginny who was more focused on my answer to her question.

“Yeah, well so here’s the thing and this is a secret you can tell no one. I paused and waited for the girls to agree, after they had both nodded I continued to talk, “So they’re leaving, soon, like in the dropping out way.” Hermione's eyes almost fell out of her head and Ginny looked unsurprised. “So the plan is to tell him before he leaves because then I figure he has some time to, I don’t know, not hate me.”

“He wouldn’t hate you,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes, followed shortly by Hermione's shock and the whole situation.

“They are dropping out?” She asked as though she hadn’t heard of the concept.

“I mean you don’t need to graduate to open a joke shop, plus with everything that’s happened they aren’t the first to consider the idea.” I defended.

“How much time do we have?” Ginny asked the only one of us who was ready to get started.

“Two days, I figure we plan today and execute tomorrow?” I answered suddenly unsure if I could even go through with it. Ginny shook her head.

“Where in your timeline there are you giving him time to even respond?” Hermione nodded as Ginny spoke.

“So- what,” Before I could even figure out what I was asking, Hermione was handing me a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Write him a letter, that way you can’t chicken out and we can deliver it tonight during dinner.” My heart started racing, dinner was only a couple hours away and I wasn't sure I was even ready for a response. What if he said no? What if he didn’t want to talk to me any more? What if-

“Okay, so just write it all down, pretend like he’s not even going to read it, and while you do that Hermione and I will figure out how to sneak it to him.” Ginny was already turning herself towards Hermoine ready to leave me to my writing.

“We should put it on the chair in their room so it’s waiting for them after dinner,” I spoke up, partially to avoid my part of the plan and partially to save myself from having to watch him read it. The two girls nodded at each other in agreement and I took a deep breath and started writing.

Fred,

I don’t know how to say this so I suppose it’s a good thing I’m writing it down. Do you remember the first Christmas I spent at the burrow with you and George? You snuck out with me on my first night there just to go on a walk because I couldn’t sleep. It was all so overwhelming in the best way. When you put your arm around my shoulder to keep me warm I told you that the burrow was going to be my new favorite place. It’s true, however it wasn’t the day leading up to this moment that made me believe that. I was you, it's the way that you opened up away from school and more than that it was the moon light bouncing off the frozen lake and into your hair that made me fall in love. That night I fell in love with the burrow, the lake, and most of all I fell in love with you.

I should have told you then. Instead I let it build until the secret felt like it was a part of me. Loving you from a distance became part of my everyday life. I am so sorry I didn’t tell you when I knew but I was so scared of losing you, both of you, that it felt impossible. You don’t have to like me back, you don’t even have to respond.

I just needed to finally tell you and I know that things are going to change when you leave, and while I am so excited for you I also knew that I couldn’t let you leave without saying this.

I love you

I let out a big sigh, catching the girl's attention. “I hate it” I grumbled leaning back in the grass. Ginny slid the paper from my lap and started to read it with Hermione just over her shoulder.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hermoine said.

“I think I should rewrite it,” I sat up to grab the paper but Ginny moved it out of reach. “Ginny I am serious,”

“No,” her voice was stern but I moved up to my knees to reach further to grab the paper. Hermoine stood up and took it from Ginny, clearly backing her up.

“Please, you guys, I just- I need to rewrite it,” Before either could respond Harry and Ron had started to make their way towards us. Hermoine slid the parchment into one of her books that she quickly put away before sticking her tongue out at me. I layer back in the grass accepting my fate and only slightly considering running away into the forbin forest to take my chances.

“What are you guys doing?” Ron asked mostly gesturing towards me and my obvious lack of twins nearby.

“I can’t want some girl time, Ronnie?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the sky, maybe I’ll sink into the grass if I remain still enough, I think to myself. Ron looks at Harry who just shrugs and I can hear Ginny's small giggle. That was enough to get me to my feet, I trust Ginny with my life but I suddenly feel like taking no risks.

“Well Fred and George were looking for you in the common room, said they would just see you at dinner.” Ron shrugged. Hermoine looked at me with a grin and I rolled my eyes. They were right though, it was about time to head to dinner.

“Did they head down already?” I tried to seem casual as I asked, Ron nodded but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Hermoine.

“Can you guys walk back to the common room with me? I don’t want to bring my bag to dinner,” she asked turning to Ginny and I, We both nodded and she turned back to the boys, “See you at dinner, try not to get into trouble on the way there,” and with that she turned on her heel and Ginny and I followed behind her.

After what felt like the most stressful ten minutes of my life, the three of us finally headed down to dinner. My nerves had spiked to an all time high. Per the rules I sat across from the boys and next to Hermoine who tried to keep me sane throughout the meal. As the minutes ticked by I almost forgot what was waiting for Fred in his room.

We joked as usual only this time with a lot more Hermoine who was my absolute hero, while she kept me out of my own head Ginny, on the other side of her, shot me dramatic barely subtle winks. Dinner had started to wind down and while most of the students were still in their seats talking to friends they otherwise couldn't. I felt like I was going to explode if I sat at the table any longer.

“Well I don’t know about you lot but I can’t eat another bite so I’m heading up,” Fred and George got up with me as well as Ginny and Hermione who were desperate to see what was going to happen. Once out of umbridge's sight Fred swung an arm over my shoulder.

“So where were you all day?” He asked with his signature grin, I laughed and shook my head.

“You mean the two hours I wasn’t with you two?” He nodded, “I ran into Ginny and Hermoine and decided to talk to them for a while. Why? Did you miss me?” I teased scrunching up my nose at him.

“Terribly, had to talk to George and all he wants to talk about is Angela,” Fred nudged his brother from over my shoulder.

“The absolute horror,” I joke walking through the door to the common room. George scoffed as he followed his brother in.

“You two are just jealous,” he said plopping in the chair Ginny and Hermione were sitting at one of the tables doing a very bad job of pretending to study and I sat down in the love seat where Fred had sat as well.

“What are we jealous of?” I asked George who sighed like it should be obvious.

“Love,” he responded and I bursted into laughter, I couldn’t help it given what I had just spent the day doing. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

“Sorry, I just thought you were going to say that we were jealous because you have the record for most words spoken in a single minute,” I teased, causing Fred to laugh, I tried to hold back my blush.

“You two are mean,” George said, standing up and heading towards the stairs only for Lee to come down them before George could say whatever he was about to. Lee had a huge grin on his face and it was like the missing piece to a puzzle clicked in for Ginny Hermoin and I all at the same time, Lee shared a room with Fred and George, Lee was not at dinner tonight, the letter. I looked at Ginny in horror who had the same look on her face.

“Where have you been?” Fred asked, causing Lee to grin.

“In our room, reading.” Fuck.

“Reading?” George asked, dropping his dramatics. Lee just nodded, stealing George’s seat by the fire. I sat hoping that he left the note alone. By the way he looked at me. I know he had read it.

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” I asked desperately, needing a change of subject. Lee once again just shrugged the small grin on his face growing. I pleaded with him silently to stop. Lee may be an ass but he’s a good guy. He let out a sigh.

“With upcoming events I figured I should clean up and besides I stole food from the kitchen earlier.” His eyes slid from Fred to the stairs and back again. I risked a glance at Ginny and Hermoine and by the looks on their faces I knew that George had gon upstairs.

“I’ll be back, I am freezing.” I said as casually as I could. Once I reached the stairs I turned back around and pointed at Lee. “Do not steal my spot,” I hoped it came off as a joke and based on Freds laugh it did, I hurried up the stairs and rushed to Fred's room. As soon as I opened the door I saw George reading the letter. “Please, don’t do that.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

George turned around with a grin on his face, “Well you put it out in the open,”

“Hermoine, put it there,” George laughed.

“That's what you get for not having me help you,” I let out a sigh. I couldn’t even think of what to say. “Come on, let's go back down there before everyone comes up here looking for us” George put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the door.

“Thanks, but also you are an ass,” He laughed, pulling a smile to my face as well. I broke off from George to go to my room and get out of my school uniform. A nice pair of sleep short and a tank top, as I was about to leave my room I remembered the excuse I had given to get up here and grabbed the seater off of my bed before heading down after pulling it over my head.

Making my way down the stairs I heard George and Lee arguing about who had to sit on the floor, trying not to draw either attention. I climbed over the back of the couch and slid back down in my seat next to Fred to watch the two argue. Before I knew it I felt a brush of hair against my cheek and Fred was whispering in my ear. “When did you steal my sweater?” I looked down and he was right, of course, A big F was plastered on the front of the sweater I was wearing.

I turned to face him, our noses almost brushing and I felt my face heat up, “You left it in my room, so it's more of an abandoned property situation.” Fred laughed and gave me a small shrug “Keep it for when you miss me,” he said with a wink before pulling away. I forced myself to laugh and look back at the two fighting boys, who were now peacefully sitting Lee on the chair and George sitting on the ground looking grumpy.

“You know there is more than one chair right?” I asked a very unamused george.

“This is the best chair,” Lee said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. Ginny caught my eye and waved me over.

“Well Georgie, it is your lucky day you can have my seat, I am needed elsewhere,” I said standing from my spot and walking to the two girls.

“Nice sweater,” Lee yelled after me. I responded by flipping him off causing the twins to laugh. Once safely at the table Ginny leaned over to me and whispered.

“What happened? Did George read the letter?” I nodded.

“And so did Lee,”Hermoine looked cranky that the plan didn’t work out smoothly.

“Well the night is not over,” Ginny added.

“Don’t remind me,”

It seemed like forever had gone by when I felt someone slide into the seat next to me. I looked over to see George glancing over the papers in front of us as though we were writing more love letters. “Don’t freak,” George said and I turned around to see that Fred was gone from his seat. The girls grinned as they caught on to the conversation and I looked at George in a panic.

He dropped his grin and nudged my shoulder pulling my attention back to the stack of papers in front of us, “what are you guys working on?” I knew he didn’t actually care but I welcomed even the weakest distraction.

“Helping Ginny with an essay,” I kept listening for any sound coming down the stars but everything was quiet. Ginny started to explain what her essay was about to a very uninterested George while I watched the stairs from the corner of my eye.

An excruciating amount of time went by before Lee went up to the room, probably just as impatient as the rest of us. We heard his laughter coming down before we actually saw him. Panic once again ran through me.

“He’s asleep,” Lee said almost doubling over, “Didn’t even see it,” He added once catching his breath.

“How could you possibly know that,” Hermoine asked.

“Talked to him before he fell asleep, said he laid down, didn’t turn on a light or anything,” The laughter started to bubble up in Lee’s voice again and for the first time since writing the letter I felt like I took a full breath.

“Well, in that case, I am going to bed.” I said getting up from the table. Once in bed I couldn’t stop my mind from running. Part of me wanted to sneak into the room and take the letter back, the other was just happy that the secret was finally going to come out. I fell asleep that night thinking of the what ifs.

The next morning I woke up to Hermione yelling at me to get up. I pulled the blanket over my head, and mumbled something about going away.

“If you don’t get up right now we are going to be late!” The panic in her voice pulled me out of bed and as I threw on my uniform I glanced at the clock to see we had seven minutes to make it to class. I threw my bag over my shoulder and followed her down the stairs

“Why didn’t you just go?” I asked as we made it down the girls stairs.

“Didn’t want you to get in trouble,” she replied, not turning around. Climbing down the last couple stairs I almost ran right into Fred.

“Hey,” he started before I cut him off.

“Hey Freddie, no time is going to be late.” I threw over my shoulder as I rushed out the common room. We made it with seconds to spare.As we left class hermione kept giving me weird looks. She said nothing as we made it back to the common room where Fred, George, and Ginny were sitting at one of the tables Hermione and I dropped into nearby arm chairs and for a moment I felt like I could fall asleep.

“You look dead,” Ginny said with a laugh. I opened my eyes to see she was talking to me.

“Yeah, well, I’m the idiot who let Hermione talk her into taking early morning classes with her.” I fought off a yawn before sitting up. The whole table was looking at me like I was supposed to say something. “What are you guys doing?” I asked and looked at Hermoine who was also looking at me like I was crazy. George started to laugh, bringing Lee with him Fred on the other hand continued to fidget with a piece of paper in his hands.

Fuck.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I knew how to think but before I could panic too much about it my mouth started to speak.

“You read it?” Fred looked over to me and the table fell quite once more.

“Of course.” Ginny ushered everyone away from the table and I sat up straighter suddenly feeling the anxiety closing in.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to rewrite it. I should have let them rewrite it. I shouldn’t have-“ Fred suddenly stood up and slipped the letter into his pocket before walking to me and holding out his hand. I took it hoping that he couldn’t feel my heartbeat the way I could.

“You love me?” He asked, his gaze locked on my hand. I nodded.

“Yes.” I said I needed something, anything, to fill the quiet. He pulled on my hand tugging me to his chest, his eyes suddenly locked on mine.

“Say it, please” something about being this close to Fred gave me all the confidence I could need. The way he was looking at me felt like we were the only two people in the world and I had no problem giving him what he asked for.

“I love you,” the words had barely left my mouth when his lips touched mine. He let go of my hand in favor of putting one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek to hold me closer. I allowed one of my hands to play with the hair on the back of his neck.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead against mine and meeting my eyes. “I love you,” he said smiling, pulling a soft laugh from me before I pulled him back in for a kiss. I could feel him smiling into it and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The sounds of clapping pulled us from our moment and I turned to see a very amused Lee and George clapping away as Hermione and Ginny looked at them in disappointment. I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked up at Fred and rolled my eyes.

He pulled me into him before leading us to one of the couches to sit down. “I’m going to write to you everyday.” Fred whispered in my ear as our friends chatted away. I looked up at him before speaking.

“You better,” I joked, pulling a laugh from him. My eyes drifted to his smile and before I knew it he was kissing me again. It wasn’t as long as the others but it was just as perfect.

Later that night I sat in the cozy chair in the corner of a mostly empty room, my cheeks warm and the echoes of fireworks in my ears counting how many days till I could feel his lips on mine again.

#weasley family #harry potter fanfiction #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #george weasley #ginny weasley #lee jordan #fred x you #fred x y/n #fred x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n

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berryzxx · 6 months

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Hiii could you please do a theo nott x reader where he's done something that has annoyed reader and all day he's trying to get her to forgive him. Ends in fluff please. Thank youu

Forgive me?

I did change it a little but hope you like it! x

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: You and Theo are in an argument and he tries multiple times to apologise (it works eventually)

I looked at Theo from the corner of my eye, hoping he didn't notice that every time he looked away I'd look at him, making sure his injuries weren't too serious. Just because I was angry at him and just because the reason he was injured was his own fault didn't mean I had stopped caring. Matheo who was explaining the next game's quidditch tactics to Theo punched him on the arm, grinning at something he said.

"Don't punch him so hardly! He's just had his arm fixed" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I couldn't help but regret them. I was supposed to be ignoring Theo not fucking defending him for no reason.

His eyes flicked from Matheo to me in an instant. His blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Stopped ignoring me, sweetheart?"

I clenched my jaw annoyed at myself for my stupidity and idiotic way of ruining things.

"I was talking to Matheo, not you" I tried to save myself. Well it was true. I may be talking about him but it wasn't to him.

His smirk dropped, sadness overtaking his expression "I've apologised. So many times y/n. What else do you want?" I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted everything to finally be ok but it wasn't. Not until I thought through everything.

I shook my head "It's been one day. When we decided on a break it was indefinitely" I was going to add a sorry at the end but I didn't. Because he didn't deserve a sorry right now.

I stood up leaving him to eat his breakfast in peace, finding comfort in the library with Pansy cheering me up.

*The next day*

"And will he make it?! YES! OF COURSE HE DOES! THEODORE NOTT OF SLYTHERIN FINISHING THE GAME WITH AN ASTONISHING GOAL. There you have it! Slytherin has won by one hundred and fifty points! Of course Hufflepuff stood no chance of winning when we look at the logistics-" Laughter rung out across the stadium at Lee Jordan's commentary but before he could carry on Professor McGonagall took the microphone away.

I watched as Theo flew around the pitch congratulating his team and doing a few loops in the air. He liked to show off and I didn't blame him. It was mostly due to him that we had won so greatly and of course this would mean another party in which I would wake up the next morning regretting my actions. Oh well. Who didn't love a party? Both teams were slowly descending down to where Madam Hooch stood with her arms crossed ready to shout at Malfoy who seemed to have not understood what it meant by "playing fairly". He had hit and injured a good few players in the process, even Matheo who he currently was annoyed at. Great person to have on a team.

I shifted my gaze back to where Theo was before but he was no longer there. I looked around and saw him talking to Professor McGonagall still on his broom. What was he doing? He took the microphone from her hand and turned to face me, the love with which he looked at me obvious however far he was.

He brushed a piece of hair away and spoke into the microphone, his deep voice amplified "Congratulations to Slytherin. I just wanted to make a quick announcement that I wanted you all to know. I am currently dating y/n who as you all know is the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. I haven't spoken to her in two fucking days and it's killing me so please, forgive me sweetheart." He gave the microphone back to McGonagall as she berated him for swearing. He shrugged innocently and flew toward me. My heartbeat increasing as the distance between us decreased. Half the crowd had already left, either to mope over their loss or to prepare for the party while the other half was whistling and cheering. Their voices were all a blur as I focused on one person only.

He finally reached me, hopping off his broom he stood in front of me, his eyes piercing me. "Forgive me?"

I smiled up at him. He was too perfect to deny. I nodded my head, he took this as a sign to lean down and place his perfect lips on mine, his hands coming to rest on my waist.

Stepping back, the crowds noise suddenly sounded ten times louder, everyone was cheering while Pansy and Astoria were grinning like crazy next to me.

"You better treat her right from now on" Pansy said, her smile dropping and her eyes suddenly turning icy.

"I will. I promise"

-> Masterlist <-

#theo #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #hogwarts #ask reply #my fic #theo nott #fluff #cute #draco malfoy #matheo riddle #matheo

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Playing Dumb - Fred Weasley X F!Reader

summary: Fred Weasley has always had his eye on you and when Professor Flitwick sits you next to each other in Charms, he can hardly believe his luck. In a desperate attempt to get close to you, Fred decides to play dumb in Charms class.

word count: 1.1k

themes: just fluff

warnings: none

a/n: happy birthday to gred and feorge! might do a part 2!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Fred Weasley stumbled into Charms class, out of breath and dishevelled. It turns out that despite staying up all night with George and wandering the castle with the marauder's map being one of his favourite activities, it didn't exactly mesh well with being a punctual student. Professor Flitwick paused his lesson, and gave one of those Fred-Weasley weary sighs, “Late again, I see, Fred.” he said in his usual squeaky voice.

“Very sorry, Professor,” Fred replied, giving Professor Flitwick the most apologetic smile he could muster. Before Fred could make his way to his seat, he stopped dead in his tracks. Peering around the room, he realised that Lee Jordan was no longer sitting in his usual seat. Instead, he sat next to a Slytherin student, Miles Bletchley, and was giving no effort to hide how miserable he was about it. Had Fred not been so devastated about being moved away from Lee, he would have found his predicament rather hilarious, but now he needed to figure out where he was sitting.

“Oh, Fred, can you please go sit next to miss Y/N L/N please?” said Professor Flitwick, noting the bemusement on Fred’s face. “Maybe you'll finally get some work done,” he muttered to himself under his breath before he resumed his lesson.

Fred Weasley scanned the room for his empty seat, his stomach lurching ever so slightly when his eyes landed on you.

Fred sauntered over to the empty seat next to you, determinedly ignoring the way his heart began to race in his chest. He’d noticed you in the corridor before, but he'd never had the chance to speak to you. Now, he was sitting right next to you in class, and he was determined to make the most of it.

“Hey there,” Fred said, flashing you a grin. “I'm Fred. Nice to meet you.”

You looked up at him, gave him a small smile and introduced yourself, but you didn't seem very talkative.

He really couldn't explain it, but you being as shy and reserved as you were, only made Fred’s need to be closer to you even stronger.

Fred tried to strike up a conversation, cracking a few jokes here and there, and making light of Lee’s unfortunate new seat in class. “Well, Y/N, I hope you feel lucky to be sitting next to me now instead of poor Lee. He's stuck with Bletchley, you know.” he chuckled, desperately trying to get a laugh out of you. Instead, you just gave him a polite nod and turned your attention back to Professor Flitwick.

As the class progressed, Fred tried his best to focus on the lesson and keep his eyes firmly on the textbook in front of him, and Merlin’s beard, was it impossible! It seems like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but steal a glance at you, admiring your unwavering concentration and the way your fingers twirled your hair absentmindedly.

Finally, the class came to an end, and Fred and Lee met up with George and strolled to the Great Hall together for break time, plonking themselves down at the Gryffindor table. Fred’s mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you, barely noticing Lee’s rant about his new seat, only half-heartedly piping up to express his sympathies, agreeing that it was such a shame to be separated from his best friend. George noticed his brother’s distracted state and nudged him, “What about your seat, Fredster?”

“Don’t call me Fredster!” he snapped, kicking George underneath the table, and then continuing as though he couldn't hear his brother yelp out in pain and a howl of laughter from Lee, his violent reaction being less to do with the stupid nickname and more to do with the fact that George had interrupted his daydreaming.

“Not too bad, I suppose,” appearing as nonchalant as he could about the whole thing, acting as if his stomach didn't perform backflips at the very thought of being beside you.

As the weeks went on, Fred persisted in trying to tempt you out of your shell. Fred wasn’t bad at charms by any means. In fact, he'd probably be great at if he put in the same amount of effort as he did with wreaking havoc amongst the castle. Yet, he took every opportunity he could to ask you questions in Charm class, acting as though he were struggling to get you to help him. You'd give him a look and scold him for not listening properly, turning to help him, and as you did so, your leg would brush his and a jolt of electricity would shoot through his entire body.

In the Charms class that followed, Professor Flitwick had the whole class on their feet, practising a bubble-head charm. Fred fumbled with his wand, making a complete pig’s ear of the movement, purposefully of course, and cried out in frustration, “What the bloody hell am I even doing wrong?”, his eyes darted quickly over to you to make sure you had heard him.

You rolled your eyes at him, walking over to his side, “Let me help you, Fred” and you placed your hand on top of his. If brushing your leg against his made Fred nervous, it was seriously nothing compared to how the touch of your hand on his made him feel. You directed his hand, mimicking the correct wand movement. “See, like this.”

“O-oh yes, I get it now, thank you.” he stammered, swiftly pulling his hand away from yours as if he'd just touched something scorching. He prayed that you didn't notice how hot and bothered he was and desperately tried to regain his composure.

As you were all packing up for the end of class, Fred asked Lee to wait up for him outside. Then, he turned to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck and asked, “I’m sure it's no secret to you by now how hopeless I am at Charms.”

“Oh, well you're not really-”

“Don’t sugarcoat it, Y/N, I'm a mess.”

You giggled, making Fred’s heart soar, he might get addicted to hearing you laugh, especially when it's because of him.

“So, with that in mind, do you think you would mind tutoring me in Charms? I completely understand if you're busy-”

“Oh, no I'm not busy at all!” you interjected, eagerly, “Of course, I’ll tutor you, Fred!” you smiled at him kindly, “Does next week sound good?”

“Yes, that's brilliant, thank you!” unable to hide the elation in his voice, “You’re amazing, you are. I owe you my life, seriously, Professor Flitwick glares at me as if my days are numbered,” drawing out another one of your melodic laughs.

Fred bid you farewell and walked out of the classroom with an undeniable spring in his step, and a goofy smile plastered across his face.

Fred stepped out into the corridor, unable to shake the giddy feeling that lingered from his conversation with you. He spotted Lee leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

“Hey, Lee!” Fred greeted his friend enthusiastically as he walked towards him.

Lee raised an eyebrow, “Don’t know what you’re so cheery about, mate, we've got Snape next.”

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lovebotmo · 5 months

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like the movies

chapter one - falling behind

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1199

author’s note: i am so excited for this first chapter. im forcing myself to pace these so i don't get burned out LMAO. i hope you enjoy this first installment!!! also not beta read so fight me.

song inspiration: "like the movies" by laufey

“Why haven’t you ever dated, Y/n?”

While the question had been relatively simple, its forwardness sent you into a coughing fit while sipping your coffee at breakfast. Sitting across from the inquirer, Luna Lovegood, you quickly mopped up your spill while throwing her a dirty look. The conversation at your table that morning in the Great Hall had consisted of relationships, past, present, and mind-numbing, wobbly-kneed crushes, but you hadn’t expected the focus of the chat to turn towards you.

To your right, your dearest friend, Hermione Granger, quickly jumped to your defense. “It’s not that simple, Luna. There are a number of perfectly good reasons why someone does or does not, in Y/n’s case, date!”

Hermione seemed absolutely content with her answer, patting you gently on the back with a kind smile. Her sympathy made you groan before you dropped your head into your hands. “For the love of Merlin, can we please discuss something—”

Ginny Weasley plopped down on your right, eager to give her two cents on the matter of your abysmal dating record. “I mean, you’ve had people interested in you, right? None of them have piqued your fancy? What’s his face—um…Lee Jordan! He asked you out a few months ago, right? What about him?”

“What about Cormac?” asked Hannah Bones. “I know he’s a bit of a tosser, but he’s not bad to look at. I sit next to him in Transfiguration, I could introduce you!”

Increasingly irritated with the course of the conversation, you piped up. “Thank you, Hannah, but I’ve got no interest in—”

Ginny interrupted, “What about one of my brothers? They’re bloody idiots, no doubt, but I’m sure I could put in a good word. What’s your type? Hmm—you into the whole cheeky thing Fred and George have going on—”

“Enough!” The four girls stared at you and your face that could easily rival a tomato with its present scarlet hue. A silence washed over the nearby tables in the Great Hall. A few odd looks were thrown at you from the surrounding students before their conversations recommenced. “As much as I appreciate your intense interest in my lack of relationships, I don’t feel like fleshing it out over cinnamon rolls and sausage links at 8:00 a.m. in the morning, if you lot don’t mind.”

The girls quickly began to apologize before you hushed them. “It’s totally fine, seriously, I just don’t want to get into it. We’re all good. Promise.”

As if sensing that you weren’t entirely ‘good,’ Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Hermione beat her to it. “Y/n and I have got to get going if we’re going to make it to Potions. We’ll see you guys later, alright?” You could have snogged the life out of Hermione for the offered escape route. You and Hermione both knew you had another thirty minutes before your first class, but what the three girls didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. After swiftly packing up her things, Hermione linked her arm with yours, whisking you away from the other three.

Even though your next class was in the dungeons, Hermione steered you towards an unfamiliar corridor, one she had likely found on the vast number of adventures she, Harry, and Ron had found themselves in over the years. Arms still intertwined; she sat you both on a bench. After sitting in a few moments of silence, you squeezed her arm and spoke, “Thanks, ‘Mione.”

Returning your squeeze, she smiled. “I figured you could use a break from that inquisitive lot. They can be a bit much, altogether at once. Merlin knows how they’ll react when I tell them about Ron and me.” The two of you looked at each other in stunned silence before bursting into laughter. Hermione laughed at the imaginary image of shock and disbelief she imagined would appear on Ginny’s face. You laughed, however, at the thought that anyone could be unaware to the obvious affection shared between the couple. You doubted that Filch, perhaps the most oblivious man to ever inhabit Hogwarts, couldn’t see the feelings that had steadily been growing between Hermione and Ron since their first year. Feelings you had yet to experience at Hogwarts, despite your desperate desire to.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hermione peered into your face before softly speaking, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I won’t push you or anything, but I just want you to know you have an ear if you want one.”

Considering her words, you peered at the ceiling that seemed miles away. Of all the people you knew at Hogwarts, Hermione might have been the best to unburden yourself to.

You turned to look at her before speaking. “Well, it’s like this. Take Lee Jordan for example—when he asked me out, he found me after Defense Against the Dark Arts and just said, ‘Want to go out sometime, L/N?’ And that’s it! I mean, it took him all of four seconds to ask—and I don’t know…I asked him why he wanted to go out with me—which let me tell you he gave me quite a funny look because of my question—before he said, ‘Well, you’re fit and nice.’

Hermione laughed at Lee’s simplistic answer before you continued. “Don’t get me wrong, it was a fine answer, and I appreciated the ‘fit’ part especially,” you said, winking at Hermione, “But that was the whole exchange. No real effort, no deep interest in me. It was simple.”

Hermione smiled at you, “But you don’t want simple, do you?”

You shrugged. “I guess not? Believe me, I don’t want a live performance where the man of my dreams serenades me with a homemade song listing my manifold of attractions.” This time you joined Hermione in her laughter. “I’d rather die on the spot, honestly, than endure that, but the point is I don’t want to be asked out just to be asked out. I want someone who’s thought about it, someone who’s noticed the little things about me, and lets me know that he has noticed them. I want to be wooed, goddammit!”

Hermione pealed in laughter for a solid minute before she managed to catch her breath. Smiling, she replied, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be ‘wooed’, Y/n. Godric knows Ron could stand to do a bit more ‘wooing’ when it comes to us.”

Turning your body fully to Hermione, you took her hands into yours, earnestly. “You don’t think I’m asking for too much? Being too high maintenance? I mean, I suppose we are young and still learning after all and—”

“Y/n, no. There is nothing wrong with wanting to know if someone truly likes you and wanting them to show it.” She squeezed your hands in assurance.

“Are you positively sure, because honestly—”

“I am absolutely sure, Y/n.”

“One hundred percent sure?”

“What do you think absolute means, Y/n?”

“…Point taken, ‘Mione.”

“Now then,” she said, standing and dragging you along with her, “we really must head off to Potions if we don’t want to be late.”

Trotting behind her, you smiled at your ever-punctual friend, “Yes ma’am.”

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dreamcubed · 2 years

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cigarette daydreams | george weasley x reader

song; cigarette daydreams [cage the elephant] pairing; george weasley x ghost!hufflepuff!gender neutral!reader genre; angst, forbidden love word count; 2,1k timeline; order of the phoenix warnings; suicide, mentions of bullying summary; george didn't expect to meet the ghost of a hufflepuff descendant when he went for a walk one night, and he certainly didn't expect to learn a truly tragic life story of someone long forgotten, either

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"cigarette daydreams. you were only seventeen."

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Some nights would find George walking along the side of the Forbidden Forest, the sun long set and the shining moon out to play. As much as he loved hanging out with his twin brother, he enjoyed the peaceful nights that he could occasionally seize, and he enjoyed the feeling of the night breeze brushing his cheeks. But it wasn't a normal midnight walk for him, as he soon learned; in hindsight it was obvious before it even came to be.

The absence of the sounds he would normally hear, like the nocturnal birds chirping, and the rabbits rustling in the bushes. No, the atmosphere was silent, but it didn't quite touch the concept of eeriness. There was something human- or at least human-like- present, and for some reason he could sense it.

That was when he walked far enough to see the Northern side of a large willow tree; where he would normally see a shy fox or two curled up in a ball, he saw a shimmery translucent figure in a stereotypical white Victorian night gown. They were hovering a little way above the ground with their legs crossed loosely, and their gaze directed up at the sky. He stepped on a branch, and the snap sent an alert towards the unmistakable presence of a ghost.

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly, "I didn't mean-"

But they had vanished.

George couldn't stop thinking about the person, and their softened but sunken features: they appeared young, maybe around eighteen, but he knew all too well that ghosts' appearances could be deceiving.

It was the next night he visited the same place again, and even hung around for a couple hours, but to no avail. And he did that again, and again, night after night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious ghost. They didn't seem to show any signs of returning any time soon.

"I'm starting to worry about you," Fred said, gracing a concerned gaze upon his twin brother. They were sat in the Gryffindor dormitories on a late Saturday morning.

"Why?"

"You're hardly sleeping. You're out every night in search of that ghost you probably just hallucinated."

"I didn't hallucinate them."

"You don't know tha-"

The door of the dormitory creaked open.

"Oh, that'll be Lee, I asked him to join us today," Fred said.

"So, what's the plan?" Lee asked as he looked upon the pair.

"We have plenty of time to get to that, don't worry, d'you want a sweet?" Fred replied.

"I'm good, thanks," the boy spoke, giving a sceptical look at the bright yellow sweet sat in Fred's palm, sitting down across from the yawning George, "What's got you so tired?"

Fred laughed as he walked over to his trunk, "He's been searching every night for a ghost he saw one time down by the forest."

"Ghost? Do you know who it was?"

George shook his head, "They were no one I've seen before."

"What did they look like?"

George looked upon Lee, finding a slither of hope within himself praying that his friend may know who the ghost was. The odds weren't good, though, how would Lee know about the mysterious ghost?

"They- they had really soft features, but they looked so exhausted," he began, "I couldn't tell what colour their eyes were, but they seemed tired yet calm? They were so confusing."

Lee hummed, "What were they wearing?"

"Like, a traditional white Victorian nightie, I think," he said, "I think they were barefoot."

"Did they look around seventeen or eighteen?"

George nodded.

"Then that will most likely have been Y/N."

"You know them?"

"Know them? How have you not heard the legend?"

George blanked, looking over at Fred who appeared just as confused as he was.

"You know a legend we don't?"

Lee nodded, "Apparently."

"Wait, what?" Fred said, "Tell us!"

"The ghost George saw was Y/N Hufflepuff."

"How did- how did they die?" George asked carefully, as Fred sat down next to him.

"Suicide," said Lee grimly, "They were bullied here at Hogwarts in every way imaginable, because they weren't good at anything to do with magic - and people noticed that a lot because they were a descendant of one of the founders."

"People thought they were a disappointment to their bloodline?"

Lee nodded, "They went down to the forest to kill themself in their sixth year, around 1650."

"Have you ever seen them?"

"No, but my mum did when she was here. She told me about the legend."

"They're not spotted a lot, then," Fred commented.

"Not by us. But the centaurs see them a lot, I believe."

George stared at his hands in his lap, "Can ghosts be brought back to life?"

Lee laughed, "Of course not."

***

The willow tree was where George found himself again that very night, the full moon glowing in the clear starry sky.

"George Weasley?" a gentle voice spoke, the echoing to it as clear as day.

"Yes?" he said, hoping against hope it was who he thought it was. Sure enough, the shimmering figure moved out from the wooded darkness to look at him.

"You were speaking of me." It was a statement, not a question.

He was taken aback, "How did you know?"

Their expressionless face shifted as they looked up at the stars, "I am Y/N Hufflepuff. The centaurs informed me of your curiosity."

George was impressed by the divination skills of the centaurs. "Why are you here?"

"I am here every night. I merely have not come out since you first saw me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your peaceful time."

They shrugged, "I have all the time in the world, it does not make a difference."

How was it that their baby face looked so aged- or rather wisdomed? That wasn't even a word. "Have you ever met your descendants?"

"My descendants?"

"You know, the current living people who are related to Helga Hufflepuff."

Y/N shook their head, allowing a misty haze to follow their movements, "I was an only child. Any other descendants of Helga Hufflepuff will come from people who never knew me or my parents. They either won't know to come and find me or will be too afraid."

"Really? Well, I s'pose you have been gone long enough to be forgotten." George regretted saying that, it sounded like an insult.

Y/N appeared to pay no mind, "True. Have you ever met any of them?"

"Not that I know of."

They hummed.

"Do you ever talk to the other ghosts?"

"I speak with Helena sometimes."

"Helena?" he tilted his head.

"The Grey Lady."

"Oh."

"How do you know of me, Mr Weasley?"

"Just George is fine," he said, "My friend Lee told me. He said his mother saw you once in her time here."

"The young girl of 1964?"

George couldn't help but remark at their memory, not just in their accuracy and precision, but in the way they recalled with ease.

"I guess."

"I believe I gave her quite a fright. She kept coming back to look for me, though, much like yourself. Although, I never appeared for her again."

"Am I that special?"

"Perhaps. Or I am merely bored."

He chuckled, "Can you head up to the castle if you want?"

"Of course."

"Oh, well... if you want to visit me for a change, please do."

***

Y/N was surprised to see George at the willow tree the next morning, while he was surprised to see the vibrance that was hinting at their cheeks. Previously they had been completely blank.

"I have not been up to the castle in a very long time."

"Things haven't changed a lot," George said with a small smile, "Nobody's gonna be disturbed by the sight of a ghost." He gazed up at the castle. "Will you come up with me?"

Y/N followed the direction of his eyes.

***

It wasn't long before they arrived at one of the side entrances of Hogwarts Castle. George had described how he wanted them to meet his brother and his friends, but only if they were okay with it.

"Will they like me?" they eventually asked as they walked up to the Gryffindor portrait.

"I'm sure they will." George said the password to the Fat Lady, and it wasn't long before the door opened and they heard a rampage from inside. It revealed a tall ginger-haired boy identical to George, who was panting desperately.

"George- where have you been? And who's this?" he said between breaths.

George smiled, "Is Lee here?"

The boy nodded, "Why?"

"Let's all go up to the dorm. I have Y/N with me."

All three people and the ghost were soon gathered in the Gryffindor 7th year boys' dormitories. Y/N observed that Fred was like George in so many ways, except for a different glaze in his eyes. Lee resembled his mother a lot, and seemed eager to be meeting the legend she had told him of.

"So this is Y/N, then?" Fred grinned up at the ghost.

"Yup, Y/N Hufflepuff."

Wonder adorned their faces.

"I can't believe you're actually real. I half thought Lee was lying."

"Hey!" Lee said, glaring at Fred.

"What? You didn't exactly have a lot of proof."

Fred found the ghost fascinating, but he was worried George had developed feelings for the translucent being.

"How did you kill yourself?" Fred asked, earning a stern glare from George.

"Don't ask people how they died, Freddy."

"I do not mind. I lit myself on fire. The day before my eighteenth birthday."

Nobody asked the question of why, since they mostly already knew, but Y/N decided to continue anyway.

"I was a disgrace to my bloodline, as everyone said. I have never had a friend."

The room fell into silence, the awkward tension being particularly palpable.

"I don't know why everyone would think that a Hufflepuff lineage would ever be ashamed of one of their own," said Lee, "Their whole thing is loyalty and kindness."

The others agreed.

***

When eventually it reached the time to depart, George found himself in silence. He wondered about the feelings Y/N invoked in him, and why.

"How does it feel?" he asked, as he escorted Y/N back to the forest.

"How does what feel?"

"Being a ghost."

"Oh. It feels... empty. I do sometimes miss being alive... I just wish I had a better life to live."

"If it's any consolation, all the people who bullied you are long dead."

Y/N hummed, "As am I, don't you forget."

"Do you know if resurrection is possible?" George stopped in his tracks to ask.

"Resurrection? That is impossible."

"Surely there is some way..."

"You are growing unhealthily obsessed with me, George."

George shook his head, "I promise you I'm not."

"You clearly are... meeting you again was a big mistake."

"Don't say that."

Y/N pursed their lips, "The centaurs warned me that you would begin to feel things you shouldn't."

They examined George's features properly; there was a rosy tint on his cheeks, and he held a sweet but sad smile. He was their first friend in a very long time, and they would be sad to see him go.

"Thank you, George," they said.

"For what?"

"You have been entertaining, I will miss you."

His expression sunk, "Do you mean you'll never let me see you again?"

***

It was the day of the Weasley twins' grand escape from Hogwarts; to get away from the hellish presence of Umbridge with one final bang.

Y/N observed from the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, watching the fireworks light up the sky as the two boys on brooms danced circles around one another. A hole had been blown in the castle wall, where Y/N could just make out the outline of the short pink woman stood angrily.

The ginger-heads flew up higher into the sky, dancing on the praise being echoed by the rest of the students.

It had been months since they had spoken to the twins - and all Y/N had thought about since was George in particular. They truly missed him, their first human friend in centuries, if not ever.

It could never have worked between them; they did the right thing by hiding from him. Although, it certainly hurt watching him visit every night for a month and stand sadly by the trees until he gave up. They hadn't meant to hurt him - this was just better in the long run.

But Y/N still stared on with anguish as they saw the Weasley twins for what they assumed would be the last time.

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Random Ravenclaw: I wonder how Lupin-Black survives dating a chaotic mess like Weasley.

Random Hufflepuff: Right? He's good looking and all but I don't think I could survive the constant pranking and detentions.

~meanwhile with Y/n & Fred~

Y/n: Can I-

Fred: No love, you will not eat the levitation candy.

Y/n, pouts: But I wanna fly like Peter pan.

Fred: And I don't want you to end up on the Great Hall ceiling and never get back down. They're just prototypes, they're still in the works.

Y/n: But-

Fred: No buts, sorry love.

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My Type~ George Weasley x Reader

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader Summary: You're getting closer to your best friend Lee Jordan, nothing wrong with that, right? Warnings: none (perhaps angst if you SQUINT)

“Where’s Lee?” you asked, taking a bite of the apple you picked out from the pile of delicious-looking green fruit in front of you. Breakfast was always your favorite part of the day. After all of this time at Hogwarts, you were still enamored by the feast-sized meals they supplied the students.

Fred snorted beside you, glancing past you to look at his twin. You turned towards him and raised your eyebrows.

“What?” you quipped, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you took another bite of your apple.

“He promised me he’d help me finish my potions essay. You know, because we were partners for the last project? When we had to brew Draught of Living Death? I’ve been looking for him all morning and I can’t find him anywhere,” you said as you tried to find a napkin. George shot him daggers behind your back.

Fred just smirked and turned back to his breakfast. George cleared his throat.

“I think he’s at the Owlery. He said something about sending in a Zonko order form this morning,” he mumbled.

“Oh, okay,” you shrugged, smiling at George, then finishing your apple.

Suddenly George got up. You and Fred looked at him. He pointed lamely over his shoulder.

“I, uh, think I have detention. I must’ve forgotten,” he said, as he backed away from the table, averting his eyes.

You and Fred watched him turn and hurry out of the Great Hall. You looked at Fred for an explanation. He just rolled his eyes.

“Was it something I said?”

“It’s about Jordan,” he snorted, waggling his eyebrows at you.

You were lost. Lee Jordan was one of your best friends. Along with the twins, the four of you had been inseparable from the start of your career at Hogwarts. What’s changed?

Fred studied you for a bit. He took a bite of his eggs.

“You two have been spending an awful lot of time together lately, y’know,” he said, pointing his fork at you.

You shoved him.

“Jesus, Fred! Lee’s just a friend! We’re friends! Just friends! Friends! That’s it! Bloody hell, he’s like my brother. God, that’s like saying I liked you.”

He scrunched his nose up and laughed, blocking your fake punches.

“Alright, alright! I knew you didn’t like him. George has got his wand all in a knot about it, though.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. The thought of George being jealous crossed your mind. Even it being a possibility made your face flush.

“Why is George concerned about Lee and I?” you asked.

Fred shrugged.

“Oh you know, Jordan’s been his best friend since the beginning of time and you’re his girl best friend. He’s always been a sensitive sod,” he said, watching you carefully.

“Oh, right.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. It was stupid to get your hopes up. George is one of your best friends, and things are better off remaining the way they are. Just staying friends. Even if it kills you.

Fred cleared his throat and tore you out of your thoughts.

“So, I mean, why not Jordan?” he asked, smirking, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

You choked a little bit on the toast you were attempting to swallow.

“Huh?” you rasped.

“Well,” he started, grabbing an apple for himself, “he’s smart, funny, pretty attractive, and you guys get on really well. Why not Jordan? Is there someone else? Have you been hiding something from me, Y/N?” he made a face of mock hurt and clutched his chest.

Your face turned bright red. He bolted right up and yelled.

“I knew it!”

You buried your face in the sleeves of your robes face down on the table.

“He’s just not my type!” you mumbled.

“Didn’t quite catch that, love,” he laughed, elbowing you.

You sat up in your seat and looked at him sheepishly.

“He’s just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Ah! So who is?” he grinned.

You studied him. You shook your head.

“You’ll never let me live it down. You’ll never let it go, either,” you told him.

He smiled mischievously.

“I will absolutely never let you live it down, I will absolutely never let it go, and more importantly I’m going to completely get on your absolute last nerve about it. But on the bright side, I already know who it is.”

Your eyes grew wide.

“Y-you-w-what-h-how?!” you stuttered, growing more flustered by the second.

Fred chuckled.

“I swear to Godric, you look at the bloke as if he’s single-handedly slayed a dragon for you. You started coming to Gryffindor Quidditch games even when your own house wasn’t competing, but you had completely tuned out the match itself. You had your eyes trained on his every move. Y/N, even our own mother can’t tell us apart sometimes, and while I’m flattered I’m involved in that deal because you’re my best friend, I know for a fact that you learned George’s name first.”

He paused and studied your face for a moment before something behind you caught his eye, and he grinned, looking back at you.

“He looks at you the same way.”

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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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calm after the storm; alex walter

pairing: alex walter x fem!reader

summary: a storm causes y/n to stay at the walter's house overnight. after trying to get comfortable in almost every brother's room, alex's room is the last one with the light on.

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, kissing

a/n: IM ADDICTED TO MLWTWB idk who i want more, alex or cole PLS SEND IN ALEX OR COLE REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!

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it was late at the walter's house. y/n was invited over by danny during rehearsal for their spring play. she stayed for dinner, and the lot was finishing cleaning the board game they played multiple rounds of.

it started raining heavily almost an hour ago. winds started picking up, and thunder crashed every so often.

she was quick to grab her things out of danny's room. she passed by some of the walter boys, and made her way to the front door where katherine and george were.

"hey sweetie, you ready to go?" katherine asked while slipping her jacket on. shr agreed to take y/n home, knowing the girl's parents were out of town this weekend.

the two were about to slip out of the house, when a loud crash of thunder echoes and the lights shut off.

"damnit, again!" george exclaims from the kitchen. katherine looks out one of the windows and gasps, making y/n join her. the rain picked up even more, the wind was blowing stronger and the roads were in no condition for driving. the thunder and lightning increased, which only made y/n's nerves grow. she wasn't the biggest fan of thunderstorms. if she was in her own home, she would've felt a little better, but going home was impossible tonight.

katherine started taking her jacket off, "why don't you stay here tonight, is that okay?"

y/n simply nods.

"alex," katherine calls into the living room. he was busy playing a video game with isaac. "can you grab y/n some pajamas?"

alex stands from the couch, "sure, come on y/n."

y/n follows alex upstairs and into his room. y/n notied the house was quiet, almost too quiet. she soon realized most of the family members were asleep.

alex finds a pair of shorts and old t-shirt for y/n, and hands them to her.

"thanks alex," she smiles. alex and y/n didn't talk usually. she was always over hanging out with danny, either helping him with lines for a play, or just watching a movie together.

"you can uh- change in here if you want," alex offers.

"thank you," you smile again, and watch as he walks out of his room to give you privacy. y/n can't help but slightly chuckle at how nervous alex seemed whenever she was around. granted, she does have a crush on the walter boy, she wonders if he's nervous like that around other girls.

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katherine was sweet enough to offer the couch for you to sleep on, instead of sharing a room with one of the boys. after maybe an hour of y/n being downstairs, she feels a dip in the couch, and isn't surprised to see danny turning on the tv. y/n notices a few lights were on, she guessed the power was back on.

y/n sits up, and rubs her eyes due to the bright tv.

"did i wake you?" danny asks, "i swear i was trying to be quiet."

y/n shakes her head, "no, no danny it's okay."

"you can go sleep in my bed, i might be down here for the night."

y/n gladly takes up danny's offer. she grabs the blanket off the couch and says goodnight to him, before heading up the very creaky stairs.

y/n enters danny and cole's shared room. her eyes aren't even closed for ten minutes before cole starts to snore, possibly louder than the thunder outside.

y/n groans, knowing she'll get no sleep if she stays in this room. she grabs the blanket again, and quietly walks out of the room. the room right next to cole and danny's is isaac and lee's. she knocks, however can't even open the door fully, as she looks down and is met with the messist floor known to mankind. she definitely won't be sleeping in their room.

y/n then passed by nathan and jordan's room. she heard nathan's guitar from outside the door, and heard jordan muttering something. she was guessing jordan was filming something, and she didn't want to bother his process. she remembers the last time she interrupted one of his videos, never again.

y/n easily walks by parker and benny's shared room. she knew the two youngest siblings would be asleep, and didn't want to disturb them.

this only leaves one room left, alex's room.

she knew he wasn't asleep, as she sees a dull light coming from the bottom of the door. she knocks quietly, before hearing a confused 'come in'.

"oh, hey," alex sits up in his bed, "i figured you'd be asleep."

y/n shakes her head, "no, uh danny came downstairs, then i tried to sleep in his room but cole started snoring. and i didn't want to bother any of the others," she now stands there awkwardly, still holding the blanket she took from the couch.

alex scoots over in his bed, and pats the blanket, "you can join me," he smiles but his instantly starts stuttering, "unless you don't want to, of course. i figured i'd offer cause you said you couldn't sleep-"

y/n's laugh cuts him off, "i'd love to," she sends him a smile as she climbs besides alex.

she notices the book in his lap, with a bookmark placed halfway inside, "i'm guessing you can't sleep either?"

alex shakes his head, "just had some things on my mind. reading usually helps me clear my head," he gestures to the book.

the two sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before y/n breaks it. "did you finish the history assignment for mr. norbit's class?"

alex shakes his head, "no not yet, i think i have a couple pages left."

y/n nods in response, before busying herself with her hands. she realized the two don't talk much outside of school, or their history work.

she also realized she's never been this nervous around alex before.

"what do you have on your mind?"

alex turns to the girl, his eyes break away from his book with confusion filling them.

y/n gestures to the book in his hands, "you said you reading helps you clear your head. do you want to talk about anything?"

alex knew he couldn't tell y/n what was on his mind. the very girl he couldn't stop thinking of was sitting right next to him. he couldn't remember a time where he didn't like y/n. he also couldn't help but get the feeling cole had liked her, and he didn't want a redo of what happened with paige.

alex simply shakes his head, "no, no it's kinda stupid."

"whatever it is, i won't think it's stupid."

alex tosses his book aside and faces y/n, "there's this girl, and i feel like she's falling for cole and his dumb cole effect. i mean every single girl i fall for, he has to show up and swoop her off her feet."

y/n doesn't say anything at first, which worries alex. she only leans forwards on her knees and wraps her arms around his shoulders. it doesn't take long for alex to hold onto the girl's waist.

y/n pulls away, making both her and alex's arms fall at their sides. she sits back against the headboard.

"so who's the girl you're head over heels for?"

alex laughs and shakes his head again, "i can't tell you that."

"what, why?" y/n groans with a smile, "how am i supposed to help you with girl trouble if i can't know what girl we're talking about?"

alex turns his head to avoids y/n's eyes, and his voice is much quieter than before. "it's you," he pauses, "the girl is you."

y/n's heart instantly warms, and she can't help but giggle, "you thought i fell for the cole effect?"

alex shrugs before running his hands over his face, "i- i don't know, every girl i like, cole ends up taking her from me."

y/n scoots over closer to alex, and rests her head on his shoulder. her voice is soft.

"cole could never take me away from you."

alex turns his body quickly, now facing y/n, "what do you mean?"

y/n giggles, "the cole effect hasn't worked on me, and it never will. now the alex effect, that hit me hard," she laughs more, only making alex laugh as well.

"the alex effect?" he recites.

"yeah," y/n smiles before playing with her chipped nail polish, "you make me nervous, and whenever someone walks into a room i'm hoping it's you. you're basically always on my mind."

a chuckle from alex cuts y/n off.

"what?" she asks.

"i make you nervous? i can't believe i was able to do that!" he laughs, and a blush appears on y/n's cheeks.

another comfortable silence feels alex's room, before alex reaches his hands out to hold onto y/n's. her eyes meet his, and she swore she felt her heart stopped. she watched as he looked between her eyes, and then down to her lips.

alex leans forward slightly. y/n gasps as she feels his breath over her parted lips. she takes her hands out of alex's to rest them on his cheeks, making her pull his face towards hers.

call it cheesy, but y/n felt fireworks once alex's lips were on hers. she's thought about kissing the boy before, but never imagined it like this. his lips were soft, and his hands were gentle as they moved to her waist.

alex turns his head to deepen the kiss, and pushes slightly, making y/n lean back onto his bed.

the kiss deepens a bit more, before the two pull away to take in a few deep breaths.

y/n plays with the hair at the base of his neck, "how long have you been waiting to do that?"

alex chuckles, "oh, only forever."

he leans back down to kiss her again and cuts off her intoxicating giggle in the process.

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I’m Here, I Promise - Fred Weasley

Paring: Fred Weasley x F!reader

Summary: Fifth year. After a detention, Fred comforts you.

Warnings: Bitch!Umbridge, fluff fluff fluff

Word count: 1.2k

AN: hii, this is my first Fred Weasley fanfiction, I hope you like it!!

Defence against the dark arts with Umbridge. Ugh.

You were on your way for your next class with Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Lee Jordan, you were about to suffer another class with Umbridge. This year was like living a nightmare, it wasn’t Hogwarts anymore, it wasn’t your safe place. You couldn’t even make any pranks with the Weasley twins, whatever you three were doing, she was there to stop you. So, classes? Hell.

You’ve been friends with the Weasley twins since the first day they entered this school, you three were alike, always there to help people, and to make them laugh. George was your best friend, he knew how to make you laugh. And Fred, your relationship with him was different, you both have been flirting for a few months now, but nothing happened. You couldn’t lose him, he was your safe place.

You entered the class and sat next to Fred at the back of the class. You just wanted to ignore Umbridge as much as you could.

George sat next to Lee just in front of you, waiting for the class to begin.

‘’I wish I could just go.’’ You sighed and whispered.

Fred was about to say something, but Umbridge entered the class at the same moment. As she walked to her desk, she looked at everyone to see if they were using their wand or anything related to magic. ‘’That’s rubbish.’’ You heard Fred and George said that at the same time.

Umbridge didn’t react at this, she was kind of used to it, to be honest. The class was getting more and more boring, you couldn’t even use your wand, you never learned how to defend yourself. What was the point of this class then?

A few minutes later, you decided to have fun with Fred, you took out your wand that was in your pocket and were about to cast a spell, when you saw Umbridge approaching to your desk. You tried to hide your wand discreetly, when you heard her voice. Shit

‘’Miss Y/L/N, what do you think you’re doing?’’

‘’Nothing, professor.’’ You answered as if nothing happened.

‘’You were about to use your wand, am I right?’’

‘’No.’’ You could feel that everyone was looking at you.

‘’LIAR.’’ She yelled with such a high voice. ‘’You’ll see me at the end of the class and- ‘’

‘’No, I won’t. We can’t even use our wand in your class, so how are we supposed to protect ourselves? This is supposed to be Defence Against the Dark.’’

‘’I am the professor, this is my class, and you’re the student.’’

‘’I DON’T CARE.’’ You felt that Fred was trying to calm you but you were too upset. ‘’I can’t respect you anym-‘’

‘’ENOUGH!’’ you jumped as she yelled and approached you. ‘’Detention in 30 minutes, Miss Y/L/N.’’ You could feel a tear falling down your cheek and whipped it before Fred could see it. ‘’You okay?’’ Fred whispered and you smiled.

It was finally the end of the class, you tried so hard not to show any emotions during the rest of the class, you could see that the Weasley twins were worried about you and what was going to happen.

‘’Are you gonna be okay, Y/N?’’ George asked and you sighed.

‘’Don’t have a choice. See you guys later.’’

You were now with Umbridge, she asked you to write a few times : I must respect my professor.

‘’How many times, professor?’’ you sighed.

‘’You’ll know when to stop.’’ At first sight, you didn’t understand why she said that, but when you started writing, you did. You felt your left hand burning and you realized your writing was now scarred in your skin. Once you finished writing the sentence, you looked at your hand again, and looked at Umbridge. ‘’I hope you understand,’’ She said.

‘’Get out of here now, Miss Y/L/N.’’

You didn’t waste any more time and got out of the classroom, you saw Fred waiting for you but you didn’t even looked at him, you walked as fast as you can. ‘’Y/N, wait please.’’ But you didn’t stop, Umbridge tortured you, and you were too hurt to talk about it.

Fred grabbed you by your arm and turned you around. ‘’Hey, what happ-‘’

‘’LEAVE ME ALONE.’’ You yelled. You were shaking, crying, and it was the first time Fred saw you like that. ‘’I’m sorry..please, leave me Fred.’’

Fred didn’t move, he stood there, looking at you. ‘’No. I won’t leave you, never.’’ He moved closer but you stepped back, you were afraid, after what just happened.

‘’I won’t hurt you, love.’’

He moved closer, again. This time you didn’t step back, you stood there without saying anything. Suddenly you felt pressed against him, he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. His hugs were the best. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore. You were crying, sobbing, and he was there to comfort you. He kissed the back of your head and lifted your chin up to look at you.

‘’Come with me.’’ He said softly and you accepted.

You were now in the Gryffindor common room, he sat on the couch in front of the chimney. It was just the two of you, you sat next to him without hesitating and felt suddenly safe. He moved closer to wrap his arm around you and kiss the back of your head. At first sight, you didn’t talk, you just stood there in his arms, your head against his neck, safe. ‘’You okay, Y/N?’’

You nodded looking at the flames of the chimney. You wanted to tell him what happened in Umbridge’s office but you just didn’t know how to start. you lifted your head and looked at him, trying to say something, after a few seconds you finally said : ‘’She tortured me.’’

‘’What?’’ He immediately looked at you, worried.

You didn’t say anything, you just took your hand out of your pocket and showed him. You felt a tear falling down your cheek, he read what was on your hand.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He whispered. ‘’You didn’t deserve this.’’

‘’I did, Fred. I’m the one who talked to her that way. I should’ve done that and-‘’

‘’Stop. Don’t say that, please.’’ He was still looking at your hand and started to caress it. ‘’She doesn’t have the right to do this, and you know it. And trust me, you said what we all wanted to say.’’ He smiled and looked at you in your eyes.

Other tears were falling down your cheeks, and you looked away. ‘’I’m sorry, I – I just can’t, I-‘’

‘’Hey,’’ he lifted your head up while wiping your tears away with his thumb. You felt his finger stroking your cheek, and that was the best feeling ever. ‘’Do not apologize, never. I’m here, I promise.’’

You were now so closed to each other, you felt Fred leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. It was a sweet kiss, you two needed each other at the moment. You smirked against his lips and kissed him back, he put his other hand on your waist and pulled you closer.

After a moment, you stopped the kiss softly, you were looking at each other when he said : ‘’I wanted to do that for a long time.’’

You smiled and gave him a kiss, as an answer. ‘’I’m sorry for yelling at you, earlier. I didn’t mean-‘’

‘’Shh,’’ he whispered ‘’I know.’’ And he gave you a kiss on your forehead, holding your hand that was hurt.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fluff #weasley twins

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