@sapphicmicrofics apr 9 prompt

(madam puddifoot x madam rosmerta, G, 50 words)

Morning After

Portia Puddifoot awoke in an unfamiliar room.

She blinked, disoriented; the grimy windowpane did little to soften the glare that lit the wood-paneled walls, the battered table-and-chair set in a corner, and the bed she was in — naked — and not alone.

“G’morning!” chirped the lump of blankets beside her.

“Rosmerta?”

The bet (R.W)

Requested: Yes/No

Pairing: Ron Weasley x fem!reader

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Summary: Fred and George make a bet with Ron saying that he can’t make Y/n to go out with him.

Warnings: swearing, inaccurate knowledge of wizard money (im sorry), my english

Word count: 1.6k

Ron, Harry and Hermione were seating in the Gryffindor common room doing their homework, well, Hermione was doing her homework while Ron and Harry were just chatting with each other. He heard Hermione sigh in frustration when loud laughter was coming down the stairs, and Ron didn't have to look up to know it belongs to his two stupid older brothers.

"Hey there Ronniekins! We have a game we want to play with you.” Said the one of them sitting at his left.

Ron groaned. "Again with this? I already told you I won't do anything you two say.” He said as he watched Hermiones sighing and dropping her book on the table, if he had to guess, she knew that not even her could do homework while being close to Fred and George.

"But you won't even listen what we have to say!” Said the one at his right, he was almost sure it was George.

"I don't need to! I know it would be something stupid! Or it would turn me into a giant pink bird, or-"

"Can you please just listen so I can finish this?” Said Hermione exasperated. They didn't give him time to answer and both of them turned to him.

"You know Y/n Y/l/n?" Said Fred.

"We want you to convince her to go out with you.” Said George

"Or even better.” Said Fred

"Make her fall in love with you.” Said George

"What do you say?” They said in unison.

"What?” Said Ron. "Why would I do that? What's in it for me?"

"We'll give you twenty Sickles if you make her go out with you at the end of the week.” Said Fred.

"And we'll give you five Galleons when you get married.” Said George.

"Where did you get that money from?” Said Ron wide eyed.

"Let's say our business it's going really well.” Said Fred winking.

"Why would you make him do that?” Said Harry. "I mean, why him?"

"It's well know that Y/l/n is not easy.” Said George.

"And it's really funny seeing Ronnie here making a fool of himself.” Said Fred

"That is extremely immoral!” Said Hermione, her brow furrowed. "Why would you play with a girl's feelings like that? And for money!"

"Relax Granger," said Fred. "We know he'll lose."

"I won't!” Said Ron offended. "I'll make her go out with me."

Fred and George exchanged smirks.

"They what?” She said incredulously.

"You heard me," Hermione said. "So just go out with him so they can end this stupid bet, only if you want, of course. But don't believe anything he says."

"I can't believe this” Y/n breathed out.

Y/n was studying Defense Against the Dark Arts in the library when a very angry Hermione sat down beside her and started telling her all about the bet. Y/n was beyond annoyed and a little bit offended. She wasn't an experiment for dumb boys. She was a person!

"Me neither, I know Ron will be cross if he ever finds out I told you," Hermione said worrying her bottom lip. "But I couldn't let this happen just like that, I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"It's alright," said Y/n putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder and smiled softly at her. "Thank you."

Y/n didn't know what to do. When he asks, should she go out with him just to finish the bet? Should she go out with him and give him the worst date ever for being such a dickhead? Should she reject him? Should she-

"Hello."

In her daze she didn't realize she was already at her classroom door and the one person she was thinking about was right in front of her.

"Hello Ron," she nodded in his direction and reached out to enter the classroom when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up and saw that Ron was watching everything in the hallway except her. "What can I do for you?," she said.

"I w-wanted to- to ask you something.” He said watching at a spot above her right shoulder. "Go ahead," she said with a fake smile, knowing what was coming.

"Er, well you know there's a Hogsmeade trip this Saturday," she nodded to let him know she wanted him to continue. "And I was wondering if you- with m- if you wanted to go w-with me," he said without making eye contact yet. She decided she could make him suffer a little more.

"Why would I do that?"

"Er, w-well, I would take you to The Three Broomstick, or I don't know if you like Puddifoot's better, whatever you want, if you say yes, that is." He was finally making eye contact, she noticed. And she was taken aback by how blue his eyes were.

"Yeah, sure," she said shrugging. "I'll go out with you."

She had to bite her check to not burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

"I got a date with Y/n/l give me my money," Ron said when he spotted Fred and George sitting in one couch of the Gryffindor common room. They lifted their heads at the same time and looked at him.

"She said yes?” Said Fred incredulously.

Ron only frowned, knowing that a reaction was what Fred wanted.

"We'll give you the money when you come back from the date.” Said George.

"What?” Said Ron. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"It is now.” Said Fred.

"At least give me something to pay for her drink.” Said Ron looking at George.

"He was a gentleman after all!” Said Fred with amusement all over his face. Again, Ron ignored him.

"Alright," said George giving him five Sickles. "Don't waste it on something stupid.” He said trying to look stern.

Ron just rolled his eyes and went to find Harry and Hermione.

“Alright,” Y/n sighed. “Let’s go then.”

Ron was leading them to The Three Broomsticks and he didn’t know what to do. Were they supposed to hold hands? Swallowing a lump in his throat he reached out and held her hand loosely, giving her a chance to pull back. But then he felt Y/n intertwine their fingers, and when he looked down he saw her raising an eyebrow defiantly and with a little smirk grazing her face. He didn’t say anything and looked forward again as their reached their destination.

When they entered The Three Broomsticks, he pulled Y/n’s chair for her and saw something he couldn’t quite point out flashing in her eyes. He called Madam Rosmerta and ask her for two butterbeers. When he sat down he realized he didn’t know Y/n Y/l/n at all and he wasn’t sure why she accepted to go out with him.

“So I heard your sister made it to the Gryffindor team?” Y/n asked, and Ron was relieved because this he did know.

And so they talked, and one time he made her laugh so much she spat a little butterbeer on the table, and he realized that he was enjoying himself and that he might ask her out again.

When she left her drink on the table he noticed that it made her an adorable mustache, so he reached out and cleaned it with his thumb, leaving there his hand for a little too long, and when she didn’t pull away he felt more confident and let his hand rest on her jaw, Y/n relaxed into the touch before her eyes widened for a second, then, a frown adorned her features.

“You know,” she said harshly pulling away from his hand. “I think I deserve at least half the money of the bet for coming.”

“What b-” Ron eyes widened, he didn’t even remember about the bet. And she knew? Then, Ron watched in horror at how she threw the money for her drink at the table and stood up, getting out of the place. He left his money and run out to catch up with her. When he spotted her, he grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. Not really knowing what to say.

“I know Ron, just take your stupid money, you had what you wanted,” she said angrily. “I can’t believe I even let myself think that it was going well!”

“But it was!” He said quickly. “It was amazing, you’re funny, and kind, and I enjoyed myself so much I didn’t even remember about that,” Ron said desperately. “And you can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself! No one can fake spitting butterbeer out of their nose.” He said, smiling softly when he saw her cheeks reddening a little at the last comment.

“I suppose it was alright.” She mumbled looking at her feet.

He lifted her head with two fingers under her chin. “It was great,” he whispered. “I don’t care about the money, I don’t. I won’t even ask for it. But please let’s do this again. It doesn’t have to be a date or anything,” he said. “Please?”

She sighed. “I wanted to make this date a shitty one. I guess I failed.” She said smiling softly. And Ron felt like he could breath again.

“But,” she said lifting a finger in his face. “You pull something like this one more time I swear Ron Weasley I-”

He pressed his lips to hers softly, his hands on her face. When they pulled away she opened her eyes and looked at his. “You don’t have the right to kiss me yet.” She said a little out of breath. “You kissed me back.” He pointed out. “You have no prove of that.” She said smirking. He only rolled his eyes and led them back to the castle, hand in hand and with a smile on his face.

Sanctify—Chapter Three

Pairing: Bill Weasley x MC, Charlie Weasley x  MC

Summary: During your fifth year at Hogwarts, you and your friends seek out the next Cursed Vault. You struggle with nightmares of flame and Jacob's laughter, and you haven't been sleeping much. You dreams beg you to be honest with yourself and your feelings, but how can you do that when you're not sure how you feel? Slytherin Female MC

Warnings: All the characters are underage, plus there’s gonna be a whole lot of angst.

Chapter Links: One Two Three Four Five Six

Chapter Three: Never Be the Same

Before you really have time to prepare, the weekend arrives, and you find yourself strolling through Hogsmeade with Charlie Weasley. Though your feelings were still uncertain, Barnaby assured you that one little date wouldn’t hurt. Besides, your crush on Bill happened years before and had seemingly tapered away. Charlie is kind, good-looking, and most importantly: honest. The village is quiet, and you remember that a Quidditch match is taking place today between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. You make a mental note to check on Andre later tonight and buy him a butterbeer if he loses. You wonder if Charlie picked this day out on purpose or if it had been at random. Most likely, it was only because his team was not involved in the game today. The quiet could almost be romantic if you’d let it, but it allows your thoughts far too much room to wander. Charlie, being incredibly mindful for his age, notices your anxiety and suggests that you go get a drink to calm your nerves. After finding a place to sit, he quickly fetches two butterbeers from Madam Rosmerta and sits across from you. You take a deep sip of the sugary drink and let the warmth rush over you. Despite the meager alcohol content—it would take scads of it to incapacitate you in any way—your age allows the beverage to soothe your worries. You look up at Charlie and notice that when his face is neutral, the freckles dotted across his cheeks are even more noticeable. You’ve always compared him to Bill, but Charlie’s features are softer; his face is a little rounder, his eyes are larger, and his smile is wider. Some of the differences could probably be attributed to his younger age, but you find him cute in a very innocent way. Charlie sees you staring, and his smile lights up his face. He puts his hands gently over yours. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asks, making you blush. You don’t want to admit your inexperience or internal confliction, so you have to think of an excuse. Not wanting to lie to him either, you decide to tell him something partially true. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just really worried about Barnaby,” you mutter, trying not to meet his eyes. His smile droops somewhat. “Barnaby?” He questions. “What’s wrong with Barnaby?” A part of you realizes that you shouldn’t involve him in this, but it’s easier than the whole truth. “He apparently slipped up on something with Kettleburn. You know how he is with Magical Creatures; it’s probably driving him mad.” Charlie looks puzzled, but nods. “That’s a little strange. I haven’t noticed him doing badly at all in class. If it’s bothering you this much, we’ll get him something here to make him feel better!” You try to thank him, but he stops you. “Hey, he’s my friend too. Let’s finish up our drinks and shop around for a present.” From there on, you find yourself much more relaxed around Charlie. The two of you peak into just about every shop in the village no matter how ridiculous. Though some were of scant interest, Charlie manages to seek fun in each. The shopkeeper at Gladrags attempts to shy us away, assuming that we’re students without money. He’s right, of course, but it’s rude nonetheless. Instead of getting offended, Charlie insists that the two of you try on some of the most expensive clothing they have. It’s childish and horribly ludicrous, but all unease fades away at the sight of Charlie’s ponytail peeking out of a feathered hat with dressrobes to match. At Honeydukes, he dares you to try a small amount of ice mice. You barely have any before the chattering and squeaking becomes so strong that Charlie insists on buying you a quick cup of tea. You feel like Madam Puddifoot's—the haunt of happy couples—should make you uncomfortable, but you’re happy to discover that it doesn’t. The day is quickly coming to an end, and you’ve yet to find a gift for Barnaby. It seems unlikely, but Charlie pulls you into Zonko’s as a last effort. Inside, you run into Tulip and Tonks arguing over how best to prank Filch this week. You greet them, and the couple stops their bickering temporarily to hug you. “What brings the two of you to our neck of the woods?” Tonks asks while Tulip rolls her eyes. “We’re looking for a gift for Barnaby,” Charlie explains, making Tonks squeal with glee. “I know just the thing! Ooh, today’s your lucky day.” Tonks grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you to the counter. “Bilton! My friend here is interested in buying your off-the-market wonder!” The man attempts a stern look, but it’s still rendered silly by his mustache. “I know, I know. It’s not for sale. But you can’t say no to this face,” she whines. Tulip, having followed silently, hands him a moderately sized pouch. “Here’s enough bulbadox powder to wreak havoc for months. Can we have it now?” Bilton sighs, but agrees and steps into the back room. Tonks plants a teasing, sloppy kiss on Tulip’s cheek, causing her face to immediately match her hair. “Gross! Stop it,” she insists, but even an outsider knew she had a crush on the equally colorful girl. Bilton comes back out with a small carrier. When he opens it up, you gasp; inside is the smallest Puffskein you’ve ever seen. “It’s so tiny! How is it so tiny?” You ask in shock. Bilton shakes his head disapprovingly. “This is a Pygmy Puff. It’s not legal for me to breed them without a license, so you can’t tell all your friends where you got him.” He hands you the carrier, putting a finger to his lips and winking. After leaving the store, Tonks and Tulip say their goodbyes while going on about some prank they planned to pull at the Shrieking Shack. You and Charlie make your way back to Hogwarts while he beams about the Pygmy Puff. “I’ll tell you, Y/N; my siblings would go nuts for this little guy. I can’t wait to tell Fred and George. They have a knack for taking any idea and making it better.” It’s sweet whenever he gets passionate about something, though usually, that something is dragons. His attention eventually shifts away from the sleeping creature. “So,” he asks. “Do you feel better now?” You nod earnestly but avoid answering, so he continues. “Think you plan on telling me what the real problem was?” His voice is teasing, but you can tell it comes from a place of concern. You sign. “I didn’t mean to act so strangely. I’ve just never been on any sort of date before, and I was so nervous—” He cuts you off. “A date?” You look up and his eyes were the widest you’d ever seen them. “I thought that’s what you said the other night?” Your face reddens. “I’m so embarrassed. Was this not a date?” “I didn’t know it was,” he said, chuckling. “But I guess it was. I didn’t know you felt that way about me, Y/N.” You attempt to stutter back a reply, but you have no words. Entering the castle, he walks you towards your dormitory in silence. You arrive at the dungeons and try to think of an apology. “I’m so sorry, Charlie. I really tried to not make things awkward all day, but it looks like I was able to do just that.” He’s looking at you so intently that you imagine the cogs turning over in his head. Before you can apologize again, he leans in and presses his lips to yours. You’re shocked, but a pleasant shock shoots through you. The kiss is short but warm and sweet. Charlie pulls away with a smile. “I’ve actually fancied you since the day we met,” he admits. “I just didn’t think you felt the same. Do you? Feel the same, I mean.” You’ve never seen him this clumsy, but you find it endearing. You nod, and his smile grows. He wraps his arms around you in a hug, and for a moment, you feel almost guilty. “Goodnight,” he says. “When I ask you on a real date, I’ll make sure you know.” You enter the common room and lay your back against the door. Your heart is racing, but not in a good or bad way. You can’t wait to tell Barnaby about your day, but a faint crying snaps you back into reality.