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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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hey love!! I came by your account and scrolled scrolled through your FANTASTIC content. You’re really talented my god. Anyways I’d love a harry potter matchup please (well, if you’re still doing matchups) <3 I am bisexual, have no gender preference and go by she/her

i’m an outgoing introvert (if you get what I mean?) I love socializing and I will tell anyone what’s on my mind, but alone time is lovely. my social battery is either on cloud level, or on the bottom - no in between. my humor is dark and i’m the kind of person to 100% die laughing at my own shitty joke. when i’m alone in public areas i am quiet as a mouse. around my friends? god i’m a dick. something im trying hard to change about myself is how pessimistic I can be. if i so lived in a perfect world i’d find something wrong with it. people say I’m intelligent, with i can agree on partly. everything sticks to my brain. I’M MS BRAGGING. otherwise i’m empathetic and helpful. i do my best to help people in their everyday life. If someone with disgusting opinions (such as homophobia, transphobia, rasicm etc) decide to open their stinking mouth about it, I won’t hesitate to go off. i’m filled with confidence. hell am i stubborn and ambitious. going on adventures is something that’s close to my heart. i take every opportunity to do something fun. i ADORE horror movies and i have obviously seen all the worst ones. true crime podcasts are *chef kiss*. other things i enjoy doing are shopping, taking walks, pleasing my caffeinie addiction, politics, studying (…) and reading (+ stalking peoples social medias…. but we dont talk about that) i love doing stuff in general - i can’t be still. always gathering stuff, clearing or rearranging furniture.

i’m 5’4, have blonde long hair that i most of the time keep down or in a ponytail & green eyes. my skin is smooth and actually, not that pale. it used to be as white as a paper but honestly, it’s kinda ”rosy-pale”. i love clothes and dressing up. oh we’re going grocery shopping? wait gotta put on my met gala dress first. jewelry. always. nothing beats a good necklace and a pair of silver hoops. my style is a little basic if you will. a pair of shorts and a nice sweater and boom, ready to go. I usually paint my nails in colors like blue, pink or green.

i’d say my love language is words of affection. a sweet word, nickname, compliment, phase or a simple i love you from ”the one” and i’m melting. Eye contact and i’m dead. DEAD. Especially if they have pretty eyes haha. okay not gonna deny it. i love physical touch. in a partner i seek someone to be there for me, to support me through it all. a shoulder i can cry on but also someone to share a good laugh with. someone to love <3 i can’t stand loud, annoying people a.k.a big boy gangs making poor jokes, screaming, lauging and being unnecessary loud.

I hope that’s enough! I’d CRY out of thankfulness if you also added a dialouge about a senario. And thank you dearly in advance!! Have a lovely day 🤍

Hello dear💖, thanks for the request.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Fred weasley🎉

You two would be quite the fun couple, fred would love to take you out to parties.

Fred Is quite goofy and when it comes to romance he would be the type to make you laugh.

He would be witty in how to make you smile doing harmless pranks.

Fred: oi y/n, mind if I ask ya somethin'

Y/n: yeah what is it

Fred: *points wand out* resurrexit verbum.

Y/n: *roses form to spell out your name*

Y/n: oh, it's beautiful fred

Fred: no problem *hands you a sweet*.

Fred weasley would take you to the yule ball.

Fred would introduce you to his family and you would be entitled to being the daughter figure of molly weasley.

If you introduce fred weasley to the horror genre, he would use Ron as a lab rat to watch it.

If you marry him you would live in the country side. Your child would have his eyes and your hair.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#harry potter matchup #harry potter matchups open

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lgwifey · 11 months

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Hello lovely 💕 Could I get harry potter match?

So I'm female, bisexual, 172 cm/5'8, honey/dirty blond hair with white highlights on the front. My eyes are my fav part of my body, they're light blue that sometimes fall into grey but they have dark blue rims and I think it's beautiful.

Infp and ravenclaw. At first I'm rather quiet, I tend to keep my thoughts to myself, but I'm when I'm comfortable with someone I joke and laugh a lot (especially when dark humor or dirty jokes are involved). Like, with strangers I'm kind and respectful, and with my friends... the best description is wild. I'm also sensitive to nature's beauty, there's nothing more breathtaking than night sky and sunsets. When I want to be alone with my thoughts (what happens often) I love wandering through the forests.

Oh and I love wearing black and I also love piercings (ears and nose). Some would say my personality doesn't match my style in any way but it really does.

Big animal lover, especially horses and cats. I have three horseys, a cat, a doggo and two rats but my heart's biggest desire is a dragon (that's why how to train your dragon and game of thrones are my fav series). I also love fantasy books, I spend a lot of time reading but also writing, I even own an account here on Tumblr and write my fanfics. When it comes to sports then I'm an equestrian since about 11 years and few months ago I started learning sword fighting.

I'm studying to be an archeologist but deep down in my heart I feel like I'm going to end up as a tattoo artist or show my middle finger to the world and start a new life somewhere far from people on a ranch with a lot of horses and other animals.

Thank you so much, love. 🥰❤️

Hiyyya, I am so so so sorry it’s took me so long to get around to this like I took a break from match ups but now im feeling spontaneous so yay ig :)

Also I apologise for this probably being awful writing, I haven’t done anything in a hot second xx

Im definitely getting like Charlie Weasley vibes, at least in your personality. Like I can total see youse as a cute couple who are basically the same person in different bodies if you know what I mean.

So you become friends whilst in your sixth or seventh year, but he’s been admiring(?) you since like second year, Tonks 100% calling him a stalker every chance possible and him defending himself with his life.

By chance you end up bumping into him again after Hogwarts since you work with his older brother in Egypt (smart architecture stuff). He’s visiting Bill with the rest of the Weasley’s and Molly’s pestering him to go and say hi to you because you’re ‘such a beautiful young lady’ or something along those lines and eventually, with the twins literally dragging him over, he manages to stutter out a hi.

Somehow you manage to start dating (I haven’t thought everything out but feel free to fill in the blanks if you want) and you move over to Romania to help work with the dragons, you’re in a different department to him since you’re working on the architecture side of something, but he appears every break possible and is always there before you leave unless he’s at home cooking dinner for you.

It defiantly took him by shock when you got comfortable enough to start muttering dark or dirty jokes under your breath whenever you thought of something and it took you by surprise when he responded to it casually with something worse. If Molly could hear she would probably have a heart attack.

98% sure Charlie would let you practise tattooing him, but you had to make sure they where covered up whenever his family visited so, once again, Molly wouldn’t have a heart attack.

On the topic, he would be the worst person around when you need someone to convince you out of getting a pericing or tattoo, like there is no way he would have any voice of reason moment being like “maybe you shouldn’t get that done with the healing time clashing with something else” he would just be encouraging it and considering joining you.

Random addition which idk how to extend on : sitting out watching the sunset with a bunch of baby dragons <3

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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help?

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

summary : “hi i’m your neighbor and while i know we’ve never spoken but you’re a single parent of two and my sister recently died leaving me to raise her infant and i have no idea what i’m doing, help?” au

warnings : swearing , mentions of character deaths , fluff , au where george lives alone with his two children in a cottage near the burrow , au where fred and cedric live.

words : 2.6k

a/n : this is my first fic so it’s probably gonna be shit (as you can probably tell i’m not good with titles either) but yeah hope you enjoy :> and i might do a little part 2 on this soon

holly l/n was loved by multiple. a sweet hufflepuff student who was favored by all the teachers and students. her sister, y/n was a scary and intimidating gryffindor who hung out in the library.

ever since the battle of hogwarts death eaters have been imprisoned in azkaban. but, that didn’t mean all harm was gone.

now here y/n l/n was, standing in the heat of the summer, her nephew connor l/n mourning the death of a family member.

the service was beautiful. a few hogwarts students came including luna lovegood and neville longbottom and professor sprout and professor flitwick decided to pay their respects. headmistress mcgonagall sent her condolences through a letter as well.

conner wasn’t old enough to go to hogwarts yet. there was no one else for holly to leave connor with. her husband, ronan died during the war, all connor’s grandparents died and the only appointed godparents were holly’s best friend cedric diggory and her sister y/n.

cedric diggory was now teaching first year flying at hogwarts and is married to cho chang.

y/n was currently doing nothing with her life. she wanted to live alone in a cottage, reading, stitching, picking apples and getting drunk on fruity cocktails. but now? she had to take care of her sister’s spoiled son.

y/n hated children more than she hated the people in her own hogwarts house. more so, she didn’t know how to take care of them.

she had to enroll her nephew in hogwarts, teach him basic life skills and other stuff like that. there goes her life goal on being that cool stoner aunt that hates love and children.

—

“shit, connor!” y/n exclaimed as her 3 year old nephew accidentally ate a ton tongue toffee made by the joke shop in diagon alley owned by the weasleys.

“sorry aunty y/n”

she was never close to the weasleys. all of them, stereotypical gryffindors, loud and chaotic and always the main characters.

the only thing she knew about them is that one of the twins live next to her. y/n didn’t know how to shrink his tongue and thought it was quite the convenience that he lives next door. he was a single dad with two daughters, maybe he could help her control her nephew and technically her adopted son, now.

she sighed. “put on your coat, we’re visiting our neighbors, ok con?” the little boy nodded in response

—

went the small cottage came into view, there were two little girls picking flowers on the front yard and a tall red-headed man on the porch watching them.

“hey! weasley!” she yelled with a small smile as she approached the small gate.

“l/n? what are you doing here?” george asked

y/n gestured to her nephew who was holding his now 3 foot long tongue. “he accidentally ate one of your products and i’m not entirely sure how to fix it”

“right, right” he laughed “come on, connor right? i’ll reverse that”

y/n felt a tug at her oversized cardigan. she looked down to see two identical ginger twins.

“hi there!” one smiled.

“hello!” y/n tried to sound as nice as possible. looking back at her teenage years she remembered laughing at kids who fell of their brooms their brooms when she’d watch first year flying. she remembered laughing at seamus finnigan when something blew up in his face. or when she’d laugh at any kid accidentally getting hurt.

“these are for you! they’re pretty just like you” the other twin exclaimed.

“i’m charlotte and she’s billie” charlotte giggled.

“how do u know our daddy?” billie asked

“oh! um, we went to school together and i live just next door” y/n replied

“do you know our uncle freddie?”

“i know all your uncles and your aunt ginny, aunt hermione and uncle harry. they were all famous when we were in school”

“wow!” they both exclaimed

george and connor came back out. “look aunty y/n! my tongue’s normal again!”

“aunty?” george questioned. “holly. she died quite recently.”

“oh! i’m so sorry. i heard about her. yeah. i believe mum sent some flowers for the service”

“yeah we received them”

“i’ll see you around?” george inquired

“yeah, yeah. and i might need some parenting advice? you knew how i was back at hogwarts”

“i am flattered, dear l/n”

“oh hush. and they get along.” she pointed to the three children running around.

“they do. and yes, i would love to help you tame that little rascal” george laughed.

“thank you, george. really.”

“i’m just next door, yeah?”

“yeah” y/n smiled “come on, connor. we’re going home. but we’ll definitely be seeing these lovely ladies soon.”

“bye pretty lady!” y/n heard two young voices call after her

“daddy, who was she?”

“is she gonna be our new mommy?”

—

george and y/n had been hanging out for the past weeks. he had given her advice on taking care of connor and how to deal with children. they also spent time talking about family and their time back at hogwarts. she was told about the attack of death eaters at one of his brothers’ wedding and how his daughters were named after his brothers bill and charlie.

a knock at y/n’s door interrupted her reading.

“oi, l/n!” she heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“weasley” she muttered.

connor recognized george’s voice and the twins’ giggles, he decided he would take matters into his own little hands. connor knew how stubborn his aunt was at the young age of seven.

“hi billie! hi charlotte! hi uncle george!” the little boy squealed.

“hey there, con!” george ruffled his hair while billie and charlotte ran over to y/n.

connor and the twins were two years apart. connor was going to hogwarts the next year. no doubt would he be trouble to professor mcgonagall but everyone knew they were always her favorites.

“aunty y/n! uncle george brought cookies!” connor yelled excitedly. y/n was never the type to bake or cook. she did try to but it always ended in almost burning the house down. she usually fed connor fruits or store bought food.

“you didn’t have to” y/n responded while taking the plastic box.

“oh yes i did” he teased “i heard you’ve been starving this poor little fellow”

“daddy didn’t bake those cookies” charlotte stated “grandma did” billie continued

“oh” she smirked at george then turned to the twins ��tell your grandma i say thanks!”

“uncle george! i wanna show you something outside! the twins can come too!”

“connor, what are you gonna show them?” y/n grumbled.

“your paintings! they’re amazing” her nephew jumped.

“paintings, eh?” george smiled “okay, let’s go, champ. see those paintings of your aunt.” the two scurried outside, two redheaded girls following after.

y/n groaned and fell back into the couch, finishing her book.

—

it’s been a few days since george and the twins came with cooking to y/n and connor’s cottage. she wanted to throw connor a little surprise birthday party.

connor has loved the twins and george so much, he thinks of them as blood relatives. y/n decided to call up cedric and cho to look after connor while she’d do some errands.

the two arrived exactly on time as y/n was preparing to go out. she had on a simple cardigan and loose denim pants.

“ced! cho! hi, how are you guys?” y/n greeted as she saw her old friends apparate into the cottage.

“hi y/n!” cho greeted “hey nerd” cedric snickered.

she sent cedric a small glare before connor jumped at the two.

“uncle ceddy! aunty cho! you’re here” he shouted.

“yeah buddy! your aunt’s gonna run some errands and visit your uncle georgie?” cedric winked at y/n. she had been owling cedric about george and how he’s been helping her with connor.

“are you going out with uncle george?” connor asked, eyes twinkling.

“i don’t know, actually. i might check him out next door.”

“george weasley?” cho teased.

“yes, cho,” y/n rolled her eyes “but on that note, i have to go”

“bye, connor! behave okay?” she crouched down and squished his cheeks.

“bye, ced! cho!” her voice faded when she dashed out the door.

—

y/n passed george’s cottage to see if he actually might want to come with her and do errands.

she was standing outside the small gate, hesitating. ‘maybe he was busy’ ‘he wouldn’t want to do errands with me’ ‘maybe he would if i told him it was for connor’s birthday’ she thought. y/n didn’t know why she was overthinking her choices. the first time she was standing right outside the gate she bursted in and demanded george to fix whatever happened to her nephew. now, she was nervous. her palms were sweaty and clammy.

she pushed herself in and walked to the front porch. she knocked a few times and was met with a head of messy brown hair.

“hermione?!” she squealed

“y/n!” hermione jumped to hug her old friend.

there were overlapping voices in the background and when they pulled away she was met with multiple mops of ginger hair, a head of blonde hair and another with black hair behind hermione.

“l/n?” ginny weasley asked, quite shocked what she would be doing outside george’s door.

“oh! did i interrupt something? i am so sorry!” she said feeling a bit nervous.

“oh! you must be the dearest y/n george keeps talking about!” an old woman she thought was mrs. weasley approached her from behind her children.

“hi there!” y/n said feeling a little embarrassed she might’ve barged in on a family reunion.

“ah! l/n? i have heard of your family! muggle-borns right?” arthur weasley joined his wife.

“uh, yeah!” she pursed her lips “i am so so sorry i interrupted! i should go. tell george i’ll swing by next time”

“oh it’s absolutely alright, dear” molly reassured her.

“george! there’s a really pretty girl! get your arse out here!” fred yelled to george who was probably inside the house.

“is she here?” charlotte and billie ran to the door.

“hi girls! tell you dad i was here yeah? say i’ll come by next time” most of the weasleys came back in. she took it as her time to go on with her day.

“oi! y/n! wait up” the voice she recognized as george’s called after her.

“george, hey”

“where’r you off to?” george pointed to the small bag that was swung over her shoulder.

“errands. connor’s birthday is coming up so i thought i’d prepare something for him. first birthday without his mum, you know”

“his birthday’s coming up?” george looked as excited as a child on christmas morning.

“yeah. why?” she smiled

“you’re talking to one of the best party planners there is. you also did talk to another one of them… i think”

“fred?”

“oh yeah”

“i wanted to ask if you wanted to come but seeing as to your family is in your house… i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t available right now” she giggled.

“maybe if you went another day” he said sympathetically. george really wanted to go and prepare connor’s party with her. he treated him like his own and boy did he remind him of how fun it was to be a kid. he loved his aunt so much it was adorable.

“george. seriously, it’s okay. spend time with your family” she laughed.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you when you get back” he waved.

—

connor’s small birthday gathering was in full swing. y/n became acquainted with george’s siblings. bill, charlie, percy (whom she was actually friends with back in hogwarts), fred, ron and ginny. hermione was a very good friend of hers and so was harry. she recognized fleur from that day in the cottage as beauxbatons triwizard champion.

connor had quite a bunch of guests for his birthday. cedric, cho, luna, neville, fred, percy, ron, harry, hermione, bill and fleur and their little victorie. of course, billie and charlotte helped george and y/n fix up the party. mr. and mrs. weasley sent a small cake for connor when they heard about y/n not knowing asingle thing about cooking.

fred offered to take care of the twins and connor while george and y/n ran off somewhere. the two found themselves near a small creek. y/n explained how the cottage was where she’d go off exploring and the only person who knew was holly. she was overjoyed when her sister got the cottage she used as a hideaway.

george was surprised when there were lights and blankets and everything. the soft sounds of running water was calming.

the two were pretty intoxicated when they sat down; stumbled onto the picnic blanket. y/n was sober enough to not spill her deepest darkest secrets. george on the other hand…

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” george mumbled next to her. y/n only snickered and blushed.

“um, can i hold your hand?” he continued, taking a look at the girl next to him.

“sure” she winked.

“you know” he started again “i actually fancied you a bit back in school”

“yeah?” she rolled over to her side “i wonder… what did you like about me?”

“i don’t even know. my heart just felt so full with you. still does, right now, holding your hand, under the stars by a stream.” he had this glint in his eye when he looks at her.

“hey,” she brushed some hair out of his face “these past few months have been great. and you’re a huge help with connor. you know i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“yeah darling,” he yawned “yeah”

“wait, george!” she sat up “no. don’t fall asleep!”

“fuck” she groaned before falling back down on the blanket.

“i think i love you” she whispered.

—

morning rolled around and they were still lying somewhere in the forest behind the cottage. some childish chatter and laughs were heard from where they were still sleeping soundly.

until, a red ant bit y/n and george’s intertwined hands. “ah shit!” y/n woke up from the bite. her yell also woke up the sleeping man next to her “what?! what happened?” he jumped.

“oh. did i wake you up?” she asked.

“no. it’s honestly no worries” he said “but i do have a killer headache”

“an ant bit me” she muttered, wanting to scratch it.

“hey, no don’t scratch! i’ve had a lot if experience with insect bites” he explained “want me to kiss it better?” he teased.

“oh, ha-ha” she rolled her eyes but blushed.

“we should probably head back” he checked his watch while standing up.

—

“ah! there the lovebirds are!” fred exclaimed.

everyone was cleaning up from last night. there were children running around while chasing balloons and each other.

“yeah,” george started “we, um, fell asleep”

“sure ya did” this time ron teased the two.

“i’m gonna clean up here,” y/n offered “you guys should go home. you know, get some rest”

cedric gasped “y/n l/n! are you kicking us out?” he said in mock offense.

“technically, yeah. i doubt connor got any sleep”

“maybe we should,” fleur said with her accent “victorie was very excited for the party she is very worn out”

george snuck behind y/n “i think i love you too” he muttered under his breath. he wasn’t sure if she heard it. she did.

“i’ll see you later, y/n!” he yelled “come on, princesses, we’re going home. we’ll see connor and y/n later”

connor and the twins hugged while y/n said thank you’s to all the guests.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad decision to ask for help.

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Love songs

Paring: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Y/N and George realise they have feelings for each other, feelings you probably shouldn’t have for your best friend.

Warning: light swearing, Georgie plays the guitar in this so be ready

Heres the link to the song George sings, this is how i imagine him to sound https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oewo__fbQY&ab_channel=SantiagoRD

This was requested by the lovely @inglourious-imagines

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines message me if you would like to be added!

Y/N has known the Weasley family basically her whole life, her parents have been close with Molly and Arthur since their years at Hogwarts. The four of them would always reminisce on the crazy things they use to get up to. Catch ups between the two families usually ended in all of them squeezed into the living room and the children begging for more funny stories from their parents’ teenage years, which they would gladly share.

Y/N is the same age as Fred and George so naturally the three of them became quite close. When they were younger their play dates normally consisted of the twins playing harmless pranks on Y/N and Y/N chasing them around the backyard of the Burrow trying to get revenge. Although the twins loved getting under Y/N’s skin, she loved them with her whole heart and considered the two redheads her best friends and they thought the same of her. They’d share everything with one another. The three of them knew everything about each other, from their most embarrassing story to their deepest darkest secret, absolutely everything, well almost everything.

Y/N has always seen the two boys as her best friends, nothing more. That was until their 6th year at Hogwarts. The twins were sitting in the common room on one of the lounges when Y/N bursts through the doors and squeezed herself between the two tall boys, something she has always done. Y/N was itching to tell the twins about how her and a numerous amount of other students had just witnessed Draco Malfoy fall over in the middle of the court yard after she planted a trip wire.

“Boys, I just witness the funniest thing,” she glanced between Fred and George, about to continue when the boy on her left spoke up.

“Hang on love,” George interrupted “you have a little something in your hair.” Y/N breath hitches in her throat as George’s fingers softly brush against her face as he goes to remove whatever was in her hair. Y/N stares at his face, up close like this she notices the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. She breaths in and her nostrils are engulfed with a scent that Y/N can only describe as heavenly. Y/N gulps her eyes wide as George retracts his hand from her hair, throwing away the piece of lint. “Okay, go on.”

Y/N clears her throat and retells the prank she had pulled on the blond Slytherin, her heart pounding harder in her chest when George tells her how proud he is.

Shit, she thought. This isn’t good.

~~~

Since her recent realisation of the huge crush she harbours for George, Y/N has found it incredibly hard act normal around him. She is hyper aware of everything he does, every movement he makes or word he says causes Y/N palms go sweaty and her heart rate speeds up. She hasn’t told anyone about her feelings, this being the first time she’s kept a secret from the twins and its eating her inside each day she keeps it to herself.

She enters the Great Hall and looks for the pair of gingers at the Gryffindor table, once she spots them, she bounces over about to squeeze her body in between the boys like she normally does but falters. Y/N doesn’t think her heart could physically take being pressed up against George so she sits on Fred’s other side. Fred and George are surprised with Y/N choice of seat but decide not to mention it.

Fred wraps his lanky arm around Y/N shoulder and yanks her into his side, “hello little one.”

George pipes up, his head peaking around Fred, “Fred and I are planning on pranking Snape later day, we could really use your help?”

Y/N looks up at George, momentarily forgetting what he had asked. “Um actually, I don’t think I can. Gotta work on an essay that I’ve neglected” She lies, to be honestly she feels so awkward and nervous around George she finds he hard to be around him.

Fred holds his free hand to his chest and gasps dramatically “you’re choosing an essay over your best friends. You wound us Y/N.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shoves Fred’s chest, “you’re an idiot.”

~~~

It’s been a few week and Y/N has slowly distanced herself from George, not that she really wanted to. It’s just she honestly doesn’t know how to act around him anymore without being worried that she’ll let slip of her feelings.

George has noticed Y/N’s weird behaviour and how she’s been distancing herself from him. He has noticed they haven’t been alone just the two of them for a while and she always seems to find an excuse to leave the room when George enters and to be honest, it’s kind of hurting his feelings.

George has just come back from a detention he served by himself for a prank him and Fred had done the night before. Fred had managed to get away just in time leaving poor George by himself standing in front of a very angry and very drenched Snape.

George enters the common room planning on complaining to Fred and Y/N about his boring detention when he sees them sitting on the couch backs facing him. They look deep on conversation and George finds himself just standing there watching them.

Y/N is looking at Fred with a worried expression before Fred flings his arm around her pulling her into his side and whispering in her ear.

George’s heart sinks at this gesture. George was feeling confused because of the way Y/N had been behaving but what confused him even more was that Y/N hadn’t been acting any different around Fred actually the two becoming closer which made George insanely jealous. And not the type of jealously a person should feel for their best friend.

George remembers the exact moment he started seeing Y/N differently, it had been a cold winter night at the Burrow in 5th year. Y/N was spending a few days with the Weasleys because her parents had gone away on a last-minute work trip.

Everyone else had gone off to bed but George and Y/N had stayed up chatting by the fire. They were both sitting on the couch under a blanket they were sharing. George was retelling a joke he had heard and when he finished, expecting Y/N to burst out laughing he was met with silence. He’d glanced down at her, noticing at some point she’d laid her head on his shoulder, she was curled into his side fast asleep.

George admired her peaceful sleeping face, noticing the way her lashes fell across her cheeks, how there was a slight wrinkle in between her brows as she dreamt. He glanced down at her lips, her bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to press a gentle kiss against her lips, wondering how they’ll feel against his own.

George sighed, realising in that moment he had a massive crush on his best friend.

So, given his feelings seeing Y/N and Fred be so close made his heart ache and he quietly walked off to his room.

~~~

Y/N was lying in bed later that night thinking about the conversation she had with Fred early. She finally confessed her feelings about George even if it was too the wrong twin.

Fred had instantly started teasing her about it, saying she should go see a healer because she must be sick if she has a crush on George. He tried to convince her to tell George about her feelings to which she had begged Fred not to mention anything to George. Fred had flung his arm around her shoulder and whispered that her secret was safe with him as he mimicked locking his lips shut.

It was past midnight and Y/N couldn’t fall asleep, deciding a late-night stroll around the castle was a good idea to settle her thoughts.

Y/N was walking up to the astronomy tower hoping watching the stars might tire her mind. She stopped in her tracks just before she made it to the top of the stairs when she heard a gentle voice singing, she recognised it immediately, it was George and he was strumming a quiet tune on a guitar. Y/N crept up the stairs quietly hoping she could watch him play for a little bit. As she got closer his voice got louder and she listened carefully to the lyrics he was singing.

Should I try to hide the way I feel inside my heart for you? Would you say that you would try to love me too? In your mind, could you ever be really close to me?

Y/N watches the way George gently strums the strings of his guitar and how his eyes are closed as he focuses on singing the lyrics. She glances at the paper spread across the floor in front of him and a quill realising this is a George original.

I can tell the way you smile

If I feel that I could be certain then I would say the things I want to say tonight

Y/N has tears threatening to fall as she listens carefully to the lyrics. George is singing about loving a girl and she feels her heart breaking. The guy she loves is in love with someone else.

But till I can see that you'd really care for me I will dream that someday you'll be really close to me I can tell the way you smile

If I feel that I could be certain then I would say the things I want to say tonight

But till I can see that you'd really care for me I'll keep trying to hide the way I feel inside

She hastily wipes away her tears and tries to compose herself as George scribbles something on the paper on the floor in front of him.

“Whoever your muse is for that song is a lucky lady” her voice slightly unsteady as she speaks.

George whips his head around his cheeks flaming realising Y/N heard him sing the song he wrote about her. “Yeah well too bad she doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

Y/N walks over and sits down across from him hoping her eyes aren’t puffy and red from crying. “She’d be an idiot not to feel the same way Georgie, you’re amazing.”

The sit together for a moment before George breaks the silence, “I wrote the song about you” he whispers sadness evident in his voice.

“You-you love me?”

“Yes of course I do, you’re amazing Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across her face, it made her cheeks hurt but she didn’t care. Georges eyebrows raised, not expecting that response.

“Oh merlin, you have no idea how happy that has made me, I thought you wrote that song for some other girl and I think my heart actually broke.” Y/N giggles, shuffling closer to George. She presses a sweet and short kiss to his lips. “I love you too.”

Now George was smiling like an idiot.

“Sing it to me again.” Y/N asks. George grabs his guitar and starts to slowly strum the cords, eyes not leaving Y/N’s.

#George Weasley #George Weasley fluff #George Weasley oneshot #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley x you #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley one shot #George Weasley fanfic #George Weasley imagines #Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley x you #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagine #Harry Potter oneshot

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badfvith · 4 years

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burning to the ground | draco malfoy

Request: love your draco work 😍so requesting something where you’re a Weasley and dating draco set in the half blood prince where the borrow sets on fire. where draco apparates to the burrow to tell you to get out because he knows Bellatrix is coming but your family don’t know that you’re dating. just imagining family angst but a really scared and afraid draco 💖💞 A/N: okay so i freaking LOVED this request. i seriously think this might be one of my favorite pieces i’ve written. the end makes me 🥺 (all of yall out there like me who have seen the movies 80 million times will hopefully understand) i hope you like this!!! 💓 warnings: a bit angsty but i promise it’s also fluffy too dw word count: 1786

Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. Or so they say.

This Christmas was hosted at your house, “the burrow” as everyone called it. You didn’t have much being 1/8 Weasley children, but what you did have was an overwhelming sense of family and love. Your mom decided it was only fitting to invite Remus and Tonks, and of course Harry (who was basically another one of your brothers at this point) as he had been staying with all of you for the year.

This Christmas was different than all the others. Conversations were less about trying to guess what gifts everyone got each other and more about what they thought the Death Eaters’ next moves were. It was obvious that everyone was on edge.

You all walked your guests out at the end of the night. You were leading the pack, and stopped on the porch to hug Remus and Tonks goodbye.

“It was delicious Molly, really.” You heard Tonks say and turned around to see her hugging your mom. Your focus then turned from that sweet moment to a very distressed looking Remus staring out at the landscape ahead. You had to admit, the front of your house looked a bit intimidating in the darkness and the slow breeze swaying the weeds near the water, but nothing too horrifying that it would cause this sort of reaction from Remus.

“What is it sweetheart?” You heard Tonks say softly, putting a hand on his arm. He shook his head briefly but didn’t respond.

You took a few steps forward to get a better look at what Remus might’ve been eyeing, the floor boards creaking underneath your feet. You heard some shuffling around behind you and saw that Harry and Ron had now made their way outside as well, standing closely behind you.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Remus said, finally breaking the tense silence. “We should go.”

“Thank you again for everything.” Tonks said waving to us. I gave her a smile and the two of them took each other’s hands and started to walk away.

“Alright. Let’s all go inside then.” Your mom said hurriedly.

You heard everyone moving behind you, but you stood still where you were.

“(y/n)! Let’s go!” Ron yelled.

You turned around and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a second.”

“Whatever.” He replied.

After a few more minutes of staring out into the darkness, you convinced yourself that both you and Remus were crazy and that there was nothing there. You took one last good look before turning around to go back inside.

“(y/n)!” You froze. Nope. There is no way this is happening. All night long everyone has been freaked out over Death Eaters and the second you turn around an unknown voice calls your name? You took a deep breath, in which you prepared yourself for death. Why didn’t you go inside when Ron called you?

You slowly turned around, expecting to see Voldemort himself pointing his wand at you. Instead you were met with the all too familiar platinum blonde hair, all black suit, and worried expression of your boyfriend Draco.

You felt a rollercoaster of emotions swim through your brain and your body. A choked half laugh half cry left your throat as you stared at him, wide eyed.

“(y/n)...” He said quietly, for the second time that night.

“Draco.” You replied, before slowly walking towards him and practically falling into his embrace.

This year had been tough for Draco and for your relationship. The beginning of year was...an undertaking to say the least, with Draco keeping you completely in the dark about his father, his family, and his commitments to the Dark Lord. However finally one day he broke down and told you everything which ended in an entire night of cuddles, tears, “i’m so sorrys” and “it’s not your faults.” You have never loved anyone like you loved Draco, and you knew he felt the same. You both hadn’t meant to hide your relationship for this long, but this year everything had gotten so complicated. You decided it was best to keep it a secret from both of your families, obviously knowing the rather difficult history between them. So now that your secret boyfriend who was tasked with killing the most powerful wizard in the world, who would probably be killed by your father if his father didn’t reach him first, had randomly showed up on your lawn on Christmas night, you knew something must be wrong.

“I love you.” You said quickly as you pulled away to look up at him. “But why in the world are you here?”

“You have to get out of here. Now.” Was all he said. There were tears pricking his eyes so you reached up to cup his face, softly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“What? Why?” You pressed.

“It’s not safe here anymore. I can’t lose you, I can’t–” He said before breaking into a cry.

“Shhh baby.” You said, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “One step at a time okay? Just tell me what’s happening.” Your voice was soft but you were feeling anything but calm right now. There were a million things running through your brain, number one being the fact that you were in plain sight with an entire family of hardcore anti-Malfoys sitting about 10 feet away.

After a few more seconds he lifted his head back up to look at you. “You have to get out of here. She’s coming. I heard their whole plan I know that they’re comi-”

“What in the bloody hell is HE doing here?!” You heard. Your jaw dropped open and you jumped away from Draco. You turned around to see Ron and Harry in the doorway with their wands pointed at him.

“I don’t know but I don’t think he’s here to say Merry Christmas.” Harry spat. He started fast walking towards the two of you.

“STOP!” You screamed, before you fully thought it through.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” You closed your eyes as your dad’s voice boomed through your ears.

“Shit.” You whispered.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry fired at Draco. You didn’t even notice Draco pull out a wand; your head was spinning with how to handle this situation. Draco’s wand went flying out of his hand and he quickly ran to grab it.

“Stupefy!” Your dad yelled, causing Draco to groan as he was thrown farther backwards. You were frozen to the spot, not having any idea what to do. Your dad ran towards Draco, towering over him on the ground.

“Mr. Weasley I-” Draco started.

“What did you say to her?!” Your dad yelled again. “What do you want?” Draco tried to sit up but Ron came over and fired another spell at him.

“STOP IT!” You cried.

“Go inside (y/n)! You shouldn’t be here.” Your dad said, turning back to you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand here and watch your family torture your boyfriend. All of the people you love most in the world were fighting right in front of your eyes and it was tearing you apart.

“I’ll ask you one more time Malfoy. What...are...you doing...here.”

“DAD!” You exclaimed and finally got the courage to march over there.

“I told you to go inside (y/n!)” He shot back.

“No!” You choked out. “I LOVE HIM.”

The four of them snapped their heads in your direction, and Ron’s wand fell to the ground out of his limp hand.

“WHAT?” Harry asked firmly.

A tear fell down your cheek as you ran over to Draco. You helped him off the ground before you replied to anybody.

“Look...I know this is... this is the worst time and it’s not how I wanted this to happen. This is my boyfriend.” You said, a dry laugh following your statement at the utter ridiculousness and horrid timing of the situation. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation before you all came out here like maniacs but I promise this is the last person in the world who is going to try and hurt me. Or any of us.” You pleaded.

“Have you gone mad?!” Ron yelled.

“Well this is a turn of events I wasn’t expecting.” You snapped your head to see Fred and George on the porch smirking and pretending to eat popcorn.

“Is it so hard to believe this? Crazier things have happened in our lives!” You exclaimed, exasperated. This entire night felt like it had taken at least 5 years off of your life.

Your dad nodded at you slowly. “We’ll deal with this later. But for now, I would still love to know what was so important to tell you that he needed to disrupt our Christmas.”

Draco swallowed hard. He looked over at you and you nodded, signaling that it was okay. “I...I came here to try and protect her. A-and all of you. The death eaters are all at my house. I heard them say they were coming here tonight.”

“Merlin’s beard.” Your dad said quietly.

“Draco...what?” Shocked was an understatement.

Before anyone could get any more questions in, a swirling black mist no one could mistake for one of the Death Eaters themselves came hurling out of the sky and landed in front of you.

“EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” Harry screamed.

The high pitched laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange rang through the air. Harry immediately ran after her through the bushes as more came down from the sky. You recognized Fenrir Greyback, the unofficial Death Eater but very official aggressive werewolf, and a few others.

“SHIT.” You said as everyone around you started fighting. You grabbed your wand out of your pocket but before you could fire a spell felt Draco envelop you in a hug.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen...but don’t forget that I love you.” He said, his tears falling onto your face due to your close proximities.

“I love you too. I’m so sorry.” You said, and gripped onto him like your life depended on it.

Being a Weasley was complicated. Actually, no it wasn’t. You couldn’t dream of a more loving, caring, or hilarious family to be a part of. Obviously you had your petty sibling fights and teasing, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Being a Weasley was complicated when the love of your life was a Malfoy. And as the screams of your family, black clouds, and fire engulfing your property occurred around you, you couldn’t help but miss the times when being a Weasley was easy. When you all sat in the living room in your matching pajamas, hearing your mom’s voice telling the stories of Babbity Rabbity, or The Three Brothers traveling at midnight.

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@tinylumpiaa @kashishwrites @lateautumn @ask-sirius-queer-black @inkhearthes

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 3 years

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What do you think of the relationship between Beatrice and Fleur if they two meet? They are in the same age, and both are friends with Cedric.

Ooh, now this is such an interesting one!

See, I always like to imagine that Beatrice and Cedric remained close, and that Beatrice was there for Cho and helped her through the pain after he died, because she knows better than most people how it feels to have your feelings and outbursts ignored. I feel like Bea was part of that whole friend group, that she entered her name in the Goblet of Fire but also supported Cedric and even wore one of those "Real Hogwarts Champion" badges at first before he asked her to stop. This would be the closest she ever got to meeting Harry.

Which brings us to the other champions. Beatrice would have met them, naturally. She wouldn't think much of Harry at first, probably hearing a lot of rumors about the things that he's said and done. She wouldn't care about him being too young to compete, but she would have a bone to pick with him getting chosen when Cedric already was. But once he warns Cedric about the dragons, I think she'd warm up to him.

I doubt she'd have much of anything to do with Viktor Krum, that is, assuming that he doesn't make some appearance in a TLSQ down the line, Draco Malfoy style, and meet her ahead of time. I expect him to appear, but it's unlikely that they'd have him meet Beatrice. Though they might want to have him meet Cedric, and Beatrice would in that case, already be there...hmm. Either way, she wouldn't pay much attention to Krum.

I doubt she would pay much attention to Fleur either, but here's the thing - Fleur is a beautiful and popular blonde who manages to involve herself in the plot. And she has a younger sister who is put into what appears to be mortal peril, she is imprisoned. Fleur goes out of her mind trying to save her, but doesn't manage to do so, the protagonist must step in and do it instead. Doesn't that sound kind of familiar? I think that the longer the tournament goes on and the more Beatrice takes notice of Fleur, the more of Penny she sees in the Beauxbatons Champion.

Of course, when Cedric dies, any interest in the other Champions is driven clean from her mind. She's dealing with the death of a close friend, and like I said, I'd imagine Beatrice spends most of the next year being there for Cho, and for all of Cedric's other close friends. She might be a little icy with Fred and George for a while as well - since they were always pretty rude to Cedric for basically no good reason. When Bill starts dating Fleur, I think Beatrice would be that much more curious about her.

This also raises the question, and I think it's a relevant one, of what Molly Weasley would think of Beatrice. I'm sorry to say it, but I feel as though she'd be somewhat alarmed by her "edgy" appearance and occasionally blunt attitude. Molly is a wonderful mother hen who will take in all of the lost children, even the likes of Merula, but she can also be judgmental. Why do I bring this up? Because it would be a point of bonding for Fleur and Beatrice. They'd identify with each other as having both been somewhat emotionally shut out by Bill's mum, despite how different they are.

This would result in Fleur venting to Beatrice perhaps, about her struggle to get along with Molly and Ginny. Beatrice would realize that no, she's not exactly like Penny...in a way, I feel like she'd see the very best of both herself and her older sister in Fleur. I think they would become good friends, even if Fleur can occasionally be haughty, Beatrice is the sort of friend who'd call her out on that. And after they get closer, Fleur also calls her out. Whether or not Beatrice would be a bridesmaid depends on if she could stomach dressing up like that, but Penny would already be one as well, most likely.

#Beatrice Haywood #HPHM Headcanons #Fleur Delacour #Cedric Diggory #Bill Weasley #Molly Weasley #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #Harry Potter

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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What dating Draco is like as a Hufflepuff:

You were actually supposed to go to ilvermorny.

But do to your parents' jobs (both of them are Archeologists, though your mother was actually a wizard) you moved to England.

You were actually quite pissed off with this arrangement too.

You complained for a good portion of the summer that you didn't know anybody in England

At least in the US you knew a few wizards in Ilvermorny. Here you knew no one.

Your parents made a deal with you, if you didn't like your first year here at all they'd see if they could move back home.

So you agreed.

You were so stubborn the whole time (it's really a wonder you weren't Slytherin because of how hilariously stubborn you were)

You wanted to do this ALLLL on your own

Did it stop your parents from following you and correcting your direction when you went the wrong way?

No. No it didn't.

You hugged them goodbye before running through the wall.

You ended up alone in a cart, bored out your mind.

You caught this glimpse of a blonde boy though that caught your eye.

His hair was slacked back and the first thought that came to your mind was literally "How big of a douche is this kid going to be"

Well that answer came quickly.

When you ended up on a boat with Neville you were very sweet to him, hearing that he lost his toad Trevor.

When you all ended up in the castle and he found him you smiled.

And then you started hearing teasing from Draco about a Ron Weasley.

And then a insult directed towards a muggleborn.

To which you stood up for them

Because your parents were muggles too and quite frankly it pissed you off.

He sneered at you and you just rolled your eyes, as he made some comment about you being a "Bloody American."

This is going to be a common theme with you.

Cedric was there for the whole thing by the way.

Instantly he knew "Oh. Oh they're a Hufflepuff."

He was right.

You ended up sitting next to him and he was excited to have you

The house was very welcoming and they all were very sweet.

You were happy to be in that one to be honest.

Though when you found out that Hufflepuff's common room was near Slytherin's you wanted to pound your head on the table.

You and Cedric became close, he was like a kind older brother to you.

You weren't bad at your studies either

You really excelled at potions

However the dark arts teacher unsettled you

You couldn't figure out why

He was such an anxious man, but something told you that was a facade.

Then came halloween.

And there was a troll in the dungeon.

Cedric told you to remain calm.

And both of you did!

Until the realization hit you that the common room was in the dungeon.

Albus ended up sticking the Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's with Ravenclaw.

Why they didn't get put with Gryffindor, you didn't know but God you hated this arrangement.

You were fine with being with Ravenclaw though

It's how you met your friend Lindsey

She noticed you looked tense and offered you a book.

You took it and the rest was history

Eventually you were able to go back and my God you were relieved.

After Halloween everyone was ready for Christmas.

Your parents ended up being to busy to bring you home for the holidays

And they felt SO guilty about that, they kept mailing you books

You were fine with it though, by that point you actually liked hogwarts

You spent most of your time reading but ended up hanging out with Ron and Harry.

All it took was one letter to Molly and she already made you a sweater.

So Christmas morning came and you were basically the only student there in Hufflepuff.

Professor Sprout made you some hot cocoa and actually gifted you stationary because she heard you mention you needed more

She made the boys hot cocoa too and Ron and Harry were grateful.

That's when you got the sweater and you were smiling wide when you got it.

You wore it any time you got cold

Which of course got some fun remarks from Draco.

You didn't care though.

At the end of the year you decided you wanted to stay.

Though your parents were acting very odd when you came home, very secretive but arguing all the time about what you didn't know

Second year started and you were glad because it was becoming too hectic at home

But a new problem arose.

Now someone was targeting muggleborns and half bloods.

Cedric was very worried about you

After all, you were in that crowd to be potentially hurt

Draco kept making remarks though and eventually it led to you snapping at him rather loudly

He gritted his teeth as both of you ended up in detention

But then Harry messed up too.

By also including some... Fun remarks to Draco

And he was squished in that classroom with you.

Draco just complained the whole time but you just kept to your book, lending Harry one so he didn't have to listen to his constant whining.

Things kept getting tense though when someone in hufflepuff was petrified

Cedric's anxiety for you went through the roof

Especially when yet again, your parents were too busy to take you home.

You assured him you'd be fine.

He was still concerned though.

Christmas morning came and you spent it again with Ron, Harry and now Hermione.

You sat in the great hall when you noticed this time that Draco was here. He was alone too.

You may have wanted to punch the boy but no one deserved to be alone on Christmas.

So you picked up your book and asked if you could sit there.

He scowled at you and told you "There are literally three other empty tables."

And you responded with "Yes. And I want to sit here. Can I?"

He reluctantly said yes.

You read in silence for a while and then said "Merry Christmas Draco."

And then he was really caught off guard.

Not very many people called him by his name.

After a long silence he finally said "Merry Christmas to you too Y/n."

After that insults became more banter to the two of you.

You even caught him smiling a few times.

Summer rolled around and Ron's family offered to have you stay with them

To which you gratefully accepted. Because things were just getting worse at home

You finally had an answer to what your parents were keeping from you.

You were related to a very very bad wizard.

Grindlewald. To be exact.

When school finally started you decided to find Draco, who was alone in a cart reading.

When you saw him your heart almost beat out of your chest.

His hair changed and he was more... Attractive.

Course you changed to him too which led to a couple of glances.

He asked you about your summer and you mentioned staying with Ron's family.

He grimaced and you frowned.

"his family isn't bad Malfoy. In fact they were really nice." You sighed.

Draco could sense that you didn't like him talking about them like that so to your surprise...

He stopped.

Though he was confused why you didn't just stay with your family.

You told him about your situation and he was confused.

"you're related to someone 'very evil'? Why does that bother you?" He asked.

You chose not to answer that.

And that bothered him.

Truth be told you were terrified of yourself.

What if one day you hurt someone like that?

What if you did something equally evil or worse?

Then came the lesson on Boggarts.

And you were laughing for a good portion of it

Until it got to you.

And that boggart sure enough turned into Grindlewald

Which led to Remus helping you

But it was too late, you were already running out of the classroom.

He of course told Draco to go after you and he did.

You were a crying mess, sitting in the astronomy tower.

He hated seeing you cry, my God it tore his heart up.

He could put two and two together and knew now that you were related to Grindelwald.

News got out rather quickly what your boggart was

But for some reason Slytherin wasn't talking.

Apparently some student snapped at them if they tried.

Draco. It was Draco.

Cedric was worried about you though, you were still very much affected by it.

Professor Remus was helpful though, always allowing you to sit and read in his classroom if you didn't want to deal with the rumors.

Hogsmeade was a very fun trip, laughing and spending time with Cedric, Fred and George.

Fred and George found you refreshing.

You somehow could tell the difference between the two.

They all knew immediately though you had a crush on Draco when you shivered in front of him and he immediately gave you his scarf.

Mint... It smelled like mint.

You couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day and Draco really enjoyed seeing you happy.

Cedric didn't necessarily like that your crush was Draco considering the speculation around his family. But if you were happy that's what mattered.

You discovered a talent for magical creatures that year after buckbeak almost attacked Draco

You warned him not to piss off buckbeak but he didn't listen.

You jumped between the two before Hagrid could intervene and you calmed it quickly.

It mesmerized people to be honest, seeing you block any view from Draco to buckbeak and then calmly put a hand on his beak.

Hagrid immediately knew you'd be a fantastic student.

You helped Draco back up, noticing the bruise on his arm from falling on a rock.

That's when all hell broke loose over buckbeak

When Lucius heard about an injury due to him he decided to kill the poor creature.

You tried to convince Draco to tell his father not to do it and believe me, he tried.

Lucius was not having that shit though.

That's also when you ended up apart of whatever the hell Harry, Hermione and Ron were doing.

Time turners and then discovering that Buckbeak was alive.

You were relieved

But then also quite frightened to learn the truth about your favorite professor not only being a werewolf but also that he was hiding Sirius.

You were shocked to learn the truth, as were all of them.

Especially when Ron's rat was actually Peter Pettigrew

You kept everything a secret and Remus grew quite fond of you as almost a daughter.

You were sad to hear he wouldn't be back at hogwarts next year.

Then came another summer

Draco sent a letter to his parents beforehand though asking for the possibility of you spending the summer with them

Lucius reluctantly agreed, telling him that you'd be staying there for only a portion of the summer though

Draco told you this and you basically said "Alright, fuck it. Why not?"

You found yourself reading the entire time there

It was so... Peaceful and quiet.

You actually did have a sense of decorum and would curtsey everytime time you saw Lucius

It shocked Draco to see you switch from a goofball to someone who was indeed elegant.

It made him fall.

Hard.

After seeing you a few times walking the halls with your face in a book Lucius was curious and asked what you were reading.

You told him "Pride and Prejudice." And he was curious to know what it was.

Considering it wasn't your first time reading this, you lended it to him

And to everyone's surprise the man actually read it.

And enjoyed it

There were a few times you lended him other books too and he actually enjoyed them too.

To be frank: I think he was a little disappointed you weren't in Slytherin.

But Narcissa loved you.

You'd sit in the living room with her, again reading but it'd look straight out of a painting.

Narcissa would be writing letters or in a journal sipping tea and you'd be across from her reading.

What was supposed to be "A few weeks and nothing more" ended up being the whole summer.

Draco loved seeing you get along with his parents

And you didn't mind them.

Though you weren't stupid you recognized something was off with them.

Then came that world quidditch game.

Harry was very much alarmed to see you with the Malfoy's.

You agreed to meet up with him after the game

Draco loved seeing your face when you watched the game though, your eyes bright and a wide smile.

After it was finished you told them you agreed to see a friend and they excused you.

You found the Weasley tent and Harry was very confused, along with Ron.

"What in the hell are you doing with him?" Harry asked.

"I've been with him over the summer." You explained.

You told them everything and they reluctantly agreed to remain as civil as possible with him.

That's when you heard screaming

And Arthur telling you to run.

You all bolted seeing death eaters everywhere.

You came face to face with one that was a little too close for comfort, especially when it seemed that they were ready to attack you.

That's when Draco found you and you both BOOKED IT.

You sat in your room that night freaking out.

"Draco what the fuck was that?" You asked.

He knew exactly what that was. But he couldn't tell you. Which killed him to lie.

Eventually you all went back to school, rumors that there was a big change this year.

There was a lot of talks about a "Yule ball"

That's when the goblet of fire was introduced.

Cedric was excited to enter and you were excited for him

Then there was the other VERY noticeable change

Mad eye Moody.

He was curious.

You were there when the names came out of the goblet

Victor Krum

Fleur delacour

And Cedric!

You were happy for him!

And then another name came out and everyone was both silent and confused.

Harry Potter.

Something told you that something was wrong with this competition.

Very wrong.

Draco was trying to enjoy the competition. Really he was

But a certain hufflepuff was so distracting

And being put in constant danger

For some reason you were in this scholarship like situation with Hagrid, taking care of Magical creatures

Which included those damn dragons.

So when you had to go out onto the field yourself and soothe one, Draco nearly had a heart attack.

Again, watching you with this creature was memorizing.

It calmed down almost immediately and you returned to your place in the stands making everyone shocked.

Course Draco was going insane from the amount of safety precautions that weren't taken.

It didn't help that you were needed for some challenge for Cedric.

You ended up chained and underwater

Which Draco didn't know yet.

All he knew is that when he asked Lindsey where you were she said you were needed for this and you disappeared.

Instantly dread hit the poor boy.

When Cedric came up out of the water with you, you basically told the staff to bite your ass if they needed you for another challenge.

Lucky for you, they knew you. And they also knew that you had some colorful ways of... Expressing your feelings.

You were freezing but the second you recognized that a child was down there and Fleur was empty handed you actually went back into the water yourself.

To everyone's surprise, you came back up with Harry, Ron and Gabrielle.

According to Harry you just went for it and grabbed her.

Draco was now head over heels because of your selfless act.

It didn't help when the Yule ball was approaching you two ended up being dance partners.

Both of you were very good at it to be honest.

Mcgonagall could see the love in that boy's eyes though.

Then you and him had a meeting spot now in the astronomy tower.

Both of you had free periods and would meet up and just enjoy the other's company.

You said some joke making him laugh.

He saw you smile and he just asked you "Would you like to go to the yule with me?"

And you of course said yes

And my god you were beautiful that night.

People kept teasing Draco about being there alone

But everyone fell dead silent when Cedric helped you down the stairs

You were anxious about walking down the stairs in heels so Cedric of course said he'd help.

Cho was smiling saying you looked gorgeous and you thanked her saying she looked great too.

This post is too long and has to be separated into two parts.

#draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter

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byanyothernme · 2 years

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The red rose symbolizes romance, love, beauty, and courage. A red rosebud signifies beauty and purity. penned by marie

CHARACTER INSPIRATION:

Delilah Alves (you), Leia Organan (Star Wars franchise), Abby Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet), Diana Meade (The Secret Circle), Belle (the beauty and the Beast), Donna Paulsen (suits), Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies), Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place), Max Mayfield (Stranger Things), Olivia Baker (All American), Juliet O’Hara (Psych).

CHARACTER AESTHETICS:

wild ginger curls and face full of freckles, dancing in pajamas, potion smoke, constantly trying to out run a shadow, a legacy weighing down on her shoulders, quidditch bats and grass stains. curses, hexes, and harsh words spoken before common sense sinks in. an uncontrollable fire within. constant fear of never being good enough. walls so high that they trap her inside.

THE BASICS:

full name: Rose Florence Granger-Weasley nicknames/aliases: Rosie, Posie, Weasley age: 24 birthday: April 15 place of birth: London, UK gender: cisfemale orientation: heterosexual nationality: English blood status: half-blood occupation: Mediwitch for St. Mungo’s affiliation: First and foremost, the Potter/Weasley clan. The Resistence.

THE EDUCATION:

schooling: Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. St. Mungo’s medical program house: Gryffindor

Best Classes: Potions, DADA, and Herbology Worst Classes: Divination. Electives: Ancient Runes Honors: Head Girl, Prefect Extra-Curricular: Chaser, Dueling Club

THE APPEARANCE:

face claim: Abigail Cowen

HEIGHT: 5′7″ EYE COLOR: Bright blue HAIR COLOR AND LENGTH: Strawberry blonde curls that hangs down to the middle of her back that she wears with a middle part. Sometimes, she wears her hair in one long, messy braid when she needs her hair out of her way. SCARS/TATTOOS/MARKINGS: Her cheeks and nose are covered in freckles that she had been teased for when she was younger though now she’s quite proud of them. Both her ears are pierced and she has a nose piercing (her mother hates it). She also has an outline of a dove tattooed on her wrist (her mother also hates that). FASHION SENSE: Rose is very simple and easy going with her outfit choices. She doesn’t like to put too much thought into what she’s wearing, as long as she feels comfortable. she has a rather large collection of band t-shirts, mostly from the concerts she has been to over the years, and she wears them a lot of the time with either a pair of denim trousers or one of her skirts. Usually over that is a jumper or her biker jacket. She loves her combat boots and wears them for all occasions.

THE PERSONALITY:

the label: coming soon moral alignment: addictions: Sweets positive: negative: languages: English

THE RELATIONSHIPS:

father: Ron Weasley may be Harry Potter, there are rumors lol mother: Hermione Granger-Weasley siblings: Reese and Hugo Weasley, Marcelina Bloem-Weasley (sister-in-law) grandparents: Arthur and Molly Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Granger extended family: Toby and Gene Bloem-Weasley (nephews), The Weasley/Potter Clan

best friend:

THE HISTORY POINTS:

Has a Grey Maine Coon cat named Sherlock

Is rather proud that she doesn’t have any roommates but tbh, Rose is the worst roommate to have. Her clutter is every where.

Rose BEGGED the sorting hat to put her in Gryffindor. Begged. Slytherin was the hat’s first choice but she did not and would not be the one to tell her own father that she was placed in the Slytherin house. She negotiated, bartered, and bribed that darn hat until it finally gave in. She was placed into Gryffindor. She doesn’t think the hat likes her very much after that, oh well.

Is often compared to Hermione much to Rose’s displeasure. They look almost the spitting image of each other with the exception of Rose’s hair colour and rose is quite a clever girl– she did get top marks in school– but that is where the similarities end. Rose is much more rough around the edges… in fact, her edges are frayed and she’s barely holding it together. She’s harsher and more impulsive. she jumps to conclusions a lot and while 90% of the time, she’s right, she can be wrong sometimes. Not that she will ever admit it.

hates being compared to her parents, especially her mother. Her relationship is definitely strained with her mother. Definitely is closer to Ron.

Sarcastic af

She puts everyone she cares about before herself. Has always been that way and sometimes it tires her.

She knits but doesn’t brag about it.

#( * bio. )

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sincerlypadfoot · 3 years

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Invitation (Chapter One)

Dumbledore sends Dobby to retrieve a old student who left year one after her brother died, Dobby brings the girl a letter, begging with her to come back with him to a place, Grimmauld Place.

A/N I love triangle between Eliza, Charlie Weasley and Sirius Black??? I think So?

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“Simple really,” Eliza Miller, a long blonde hair, twenty three year old girl smiled, landing back on her bed and looking up at the roof. She was born June 29th 1972, only attending hogwarts for less then a year.

She heard a bark, then her bed shifting a bit, then slobbering kisses. Her small pup of a german shepard sat on her chest, liking her cheak.

“What shell we do today pup?” Eliza had lived by herself, dog included since she was nearly thirteen, trauma really, is what she told people, shrugging her shoulders.

No one tend to question her, as everyone thought she was crazy. Not lasting a year at Hogwarts before she had ran away, leaving the friends she had made in the nine months.

Pup let out a little bark, rolling off of Eliza and running out of the room, she smiled, pinning herself up with her elbows and looking around her room.

Nineteen Ninety Five was a lonely year, is was the month of August, the trees slowly starting to turn into the pretty colors of fall, having to wear comfortable jumpers outside, well still wearing shorts acceptiply.

Eliza grabbed a random album from her stand, pulling out the recond and tossing it on her recond platter, her room filled with music.

She smiled, tossing all her windows open, the blinds were up and wind was blowing into her room. Music was her happy place, the place she had gone when she had no one, the one thing she had left was music.

Eliza moved across her room, letting her hair down as she started tossing her clothes into a basket, flicking her fingers, letting the basic levitate on it’s on. Continuing to toss her dirty launders.

“Oh I just wanna be free!”

Pup sat back on her bed, watching as Eliza danced around her room, her sleeves falling down revealing her shoulders. Her golden hair flaying as she danced.

“Please just dance with me!”

The record came to a end, letting Eliza breath, her room was now spottless, she moved from her room, letting her laundry basket follow her, flicking her fingers again, now moving away to her laundry room.

“What a good day to be a witch isn’t it Pup,” Eliza smiled opening her fridge and pulling out a bottle of water.

Pup ran across the room, zooming a bit before stopping at the door. Eliza watched him curiously, before pouring out her large living room window, seeing a unfamiliar little thing walking up her steps.

“Protect me now,” Eliza whispered, gripping her wand beside her as she walked to the door. She waited a couple seconds before opening, swinging the door opened, pointing her wand down in front of her and squinting her eyes.

“Who are you?!” Eliza shouted looking around, a short house elf stood infront of her. She crooked her head looking down.

“Dobby the house elf,” Dobby smiled, walking passed Eliza, coming face to face Pup, who looked at Dobby for a couple seconds before licking his face.

“What are you doing here Dobby, I don’t associate with the Wizarding world no more,” Eliza shut her door, turning around and looking at Dobby, who now held a letter in his hands.

“Dobby has been requests to bring you home,” Dobby smiled walking towards Eliza and holding the letter out.

Eliza took the letter out of Dobbys hand, addressed to her and all. “Who send you?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Dumbledore, you must come with me now, we don’t have any time spare, Dobby has been told to get you back as soon as possible,” Dooby put out his hand, trying to grab Eliza hand.

“Go back to where you came from, i’m not going back,” Eliza walked passed Dobby, tossing the letter on her counter before shaking her head.

“Dobby is very sorry for this,” Dobby followed Eliza, Pup falling behind her. Dobby jumped onto Eliza's back, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Get off me you stupid elf!” Eliza cried out, grabbing Dobby, Pup parked jumping and placing his paws on Eliza's back, parking in Dobby's face now.

“Dobby is sorry,” Dobby repeated, flicking his fingers, disaparting Eliza and Pup.

Eliza screamed in angry as she fell on a hard floor, Dobby jumping off Eliza back and moving away from the angry girl.

“I’m going to kill you!” Eliza cried out jumping to her feet and turning to Dobby who stood looking at Eliza.

“That is enough!” Dumbledore shouted, causing Eliza to turn and face the grey haired man.

“I wanna go home, you bring me home now!” Eliza cried out backing away from the man. “I don’t belong here!”

“Quiet down!” Dumbledore yelled once more, tears fell down Eliza face in fear, her heart was racing. “He is back don’t you understand,”

Eliza shook her head in fear, cowering herself on the wall. “He killed my brother, I can’t Professor,”

Dumbledore shook his head, then looked over at Dobby. “Fetch her some nice clothes now Dobby, presentable,”

Dobby nodded his head, taking off from the room, then Dumbledore looked at Eliza. “You're a very powerful wizard Eliza, now i’d appreciate if you went and changed, we’ve got a meeting to attend,”

Dumbledore walked off, leaving Eliza speechless, Pup was laying on the couch across from Eliza, asleep and having not a care in the world.

Not a word could come out of Eliza mouth, so she sulked her head down, walking out the door where Dobby had just walked out and up the stairs.

“In here,” Dobby chimed opening the door to a room, there as Eliza walked in laid a outfit, fit for her. “I’m sorry, Dobby really is, he thought that you wouldn’t get so angry,”

Eliza shook her head, smiling down at Dobby. “I don’t belong here, and I appreciate your thoughts, but i’m going home tomorrow,”

Dobby didn’t say anything, but walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Sirius and Remus looked at Dumbledore as he sat down, interlocking his hands with a smile, everyone that sat at the table looked at him.

“Whats got you so happy?” Sirius mocked curling his lips and shaking his head. “This isn’t a time for smiles,”

Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. “I’ve brought someone here, someone who can help us, so if you’d like to continue bannering me, i’ll just send her home and we can do it ourselves,”

Sirius raised his hands in the air, leaning back in his seat and rolling his eyes, Remus nudged him under the table annoyed.

“And who is this mystery person, that is so special she’ll help us?” Sirius said crossing his arms.

“Shut it Sirius, you’re going to cause trouble,” Remus muttered under his breath, kicking Sirius under the table once more, causing him to snap his neck.

“She’ll be down in a moment, you’ll know her as the girl who ran away, not out of fear, but out of anger, it took me a long time to find her, and she won’t like being here, so if you guys could be kind,”

Sirius leaned more back into his seat, looking at Remus with a fake smile. Then at Molly who had a real smile on her face.

“I’ve heard of her before, went to school with Charlie, isn’t that right?” Molly looked at Charlie who was home from Romania, jointing the order.

“Yeah she was pretty weird, after her-,”

“Enough,” Dumbledore shouted shaking her head. “She won’t like bringing up her past, you lot will just scare her away,”

Molly tossed the rest of the vegetables into her pot then looked at Dumbledore. “When will she be down here, i’m sure she’d love to meet everyone,”

“Come out Eliza,” Dumbledore huffed looking towards the door, everyone's heads turned to Eliza who opened the kitchen door, she had been standing and listening the whole time.

“Why am I here?” Eliza asked looking around the room, not recognizing anyone but Charlie, professor Snape and Dumbledore who all looked at her.

“You, produced a full body patrumon, can do spells without your wand, so we think,” Dumbledore suggested looking around the room. “You could help us with Voldemort, i’m sure you’ve heard he’s back,”

“I’ve read something about it, but i’m not interested, i’d like to go home, i’m sorry Dumbledore but it’s really not my thing,”

Molly walked over with a smile. “Molly Weasley dear, are you hungry? I’m sure Dumbledore hasn’t been the kindest host, come sit down,” Her hand went onto Eliza's back, guiding her to a seat, right across from Charlie.

“Eliza,” Charlie said with a smile nodding his head.

“Charlie,” Eliza smeared, leaning back in her seat.

“Eat up love,” Molly placed some soup infront of Eliza, placing a spoon in the bowl, then passing everyone else theirs.

“You Eliza, are a very powerful witch, and i’d like you to sleep on your decision, think on it please?” Dumbledore asked standing up and looking around. “It was nice to see you all but i’ve got some business, Harry Potter trial, he’ll be here soon, be kind to our guests,”

In a second, Dumbledore disapparate and Eliza was left, without a way to get home, the only thing she’d not be able to do without getting horrible sick, or splinched was apparate.

“I think I need to lay down, or do something, this was really good thank you Molly,” Eliza nodded her head, standing up and apparting her bowl to her sink with a smile, without a word.

“Sick,” Sirius smirked at Eliza walked out of the room, coming face to face with pup who looked at her wagging his tail.

“Thats a pretty cute dog you’ve got there,” Charlie smiled coming up behind Eliza, looking over her shoulder at Pup, who looked up at Charlie.

“Yeah, got him only a couple months ago, was tired of roaming my home alone,” Eliza hadn’t fancied Charlie after he lit her hair on fire the first week of meeting.

“Glad to see you, thought you’d never come back,” Charlie moved to Eliza's side, leaning against the wall. “You know I actually did work with dragons, going back to Romania in the summer,”

Eliza smiled leaning against the opposite wall. “Not surprised, that's all you talked about at school, even aced all the tests about them, not sure about the transfiguration ones,”

Charlie and Eliza both shared a laugh before the front door opened, Pup went running, Charlie was faster then Eliza to hold him back.

“It’s okay dude,” Charlie whispered lowering down and stroking teh dogs head at Tonks and Kingsley came into view, smiling at Eliza and Charlie, then Madeye who double looked at Eliza, without saying anything. Then Harry Potter.

“Hello there,” Harry smiled looking at Charlie then the dog. Then looked up at Eliza who gave a slight smile.

“Harry dear,” Molly chimed interrupting the moment and bringing Harry into a hug. “Go upstairs, first door on the right now, you’ll have to wait tell after the meeting to have something to eat,”

Harry was shipped upstairs, not before giving Charlie and Eliza a slight wave.

“You’ve got any dog food for him?” Charlie asked smiling at Pup, still petting him up and down.

“At home, but i’m sure I can find something around here to feed him until tomorrow,”

“No worries Eliza, i’m sure my mom will let you go home to get your things, you’ll stay won't you?”

Eliza stayed quiet. “I’ll sleep on it, but i’m sure they’d let me go to my house and grab some things, thank you Charlie,”

#CharlieWeasley #SiriusBlack #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x y/n #charlie weasley x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #Sirius Black #Charlie Weasley

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jooshthepunished · 3 years

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How I tend to read Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth novels in my head:

Zedd is inexplicably Scottish

Adie is a creepy white lady in her late 70s with wet and dirty-looking silver hair and she sounds like a Creole Swamp Woman I can't get around it

Richard is basically just Dude Manguy. Kind of generic all-around sorta beefy kinda bro. So, Henry Cavill before the Superman Bulk gave him strongman-baby-arm proportions

"Kahlan" is pronounced "Kay-lin" because no shit it is. Don't be like my foster sister, Kassie, and pronounce it "Kuh-Lawn"

I literally can't place a consistent face or voice to Kahlan so she is formless and void like the Earth before Creation. I think this comes from my utter detest at the casting and costume design of Legend of the Seeker. They just totally blew it, honestly

Chase is just a big square blonde man. Think Hafthor Bjornnson but a full head of wheat-blonde hair

Gars, and particularly Gratch, are just Toothless from HTTYD. This is a responsible and friendly visage

Cara is the bad guy lady from Atlantis: The Lost Empire. Don't ask me how an animated woman fits in with flesh and blood human beings in my brainspace.

Verna is the lady who played Molly Weasley just don't ask don't ask don't ask

Jensen is kinda the same as Richard, just generic Girl Ladychick, only she sounds like the girl who played Luna Lovegood in the Harry Potter movies and I did that as a defensive tactic so I could actually read her lines because I fucking hate that character

Every fringe male Rahl bastard is David Wenham except for Oba, who is Michael Clarke Duncan. This started with Defran and just kinda bled to the others

My phone is acting up so I have to publish this as-is

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thoushaltnottpass · 3 years

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War Takes Away Our Humanity

Teaser for Ch1 (basically a trailer.)

Excuse them if they had been a bit surprised at first. One and a half years of quiet had felt too good to be true, but after a few months of being tense and paranoid, people had begun to yearn for tranquility, slowly letting their guard down. Ol' Voldy and his merry band of Death Eaters had all disappeared underground after Harry had challenged their leader to a duel of skill, announcing that Riddle's Horcruxes had been all but demolished, so wizardkind had taken the opportunity to try and regain a semblance of the normality they had had before the war had started.

...

In just a month, Riddle had created utter chaos. His Death Eaters massacred muggleborn families left and right. They burned down the new St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the Albus Dumbledore Home for War Orphans, and the Severus Snape Trauma Center all in one. They overtook the Ministry of Magic once more. Minister Shacklebolt was ruthlessly murdered, as was every Ministry official who stood with him. They were able to destroy the wards around almost half of Wizarding Britain's homes. Hell, the only wards they couldn't take down were ones equal to the ancient family homes, such as Longbottom Hall, Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, or Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

...

George had broken. He had fallen to his knees in anguish, his tears and promises of revenge never-ending. A day later he had been discovered in his flat's bathroom, blood oozing out of his slit wrists, a moving photograph of him, Angelina, Fred, and some of their other friends at the Yule Ball of 1994 in his hands.

...

In another seven months, over a third of Britain had been demolished. The words You-Know-Who and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were gone from everyone's vocabulary; everyone knew very well who. As well as The Dark Lord, fearful whispers on the streets referred to Riddle as the 'Cold One'. There were Death Eater revels almost every week, stated either in Diagon Alley, or various Muggle towns and cities.

...

Despite all of it, Voldemort had not appeared, not once. No-one, wizard or Muggle, had seen him in the flesh and lived to tell the tale. His inner circle members handled most of the revels, raids, and general killings, while he relished in the safety of his hideouts, torturing and/or killing wizards and the occasional muggle. What a way to live.

...

"No, Draco, just keep looking. There's at least another half of this library that we haven't seen. It's all Dark, we're bound to find something."

"Hermione, Harry, please. Just hear me-"

"No, Draco. There has to be another way."

...

"They found Ted Tonks. They're moving in on him, but it'll take them a minute to get through his wards. That's all the time you get before they kill him. Approximately seventy of them. He is there. They expect you to fight, bring as many as possible. High Street, Marlborough. Go, quickly." (A.N: That's a real place. I searched it up- it's in England)

...

Andromeda was the first to fall. She had broken when she had seen the house her husband had resided- and died in, apparently, as the house was now just a pile of ashes surrounded by a lovely fence. Her attention -and shield- wavered just for a second, but that was all that her opponents had needed to take her down. A quick flash of green light, and she had crumpled to the ground, an agonised expression forever on her face. After her, it had been Neville. The brave, yet foolish, man had been battling five Death Eaters by himself -and winning, it seemed- when someone had shot an emerald green jet of light to his back. Seeing him fall had been tragic for all around him, especially Augusta, who had sunk to the ground in despair, clutching her daughter-in-law. Those had been a sad few moments- before Augusta and Hannah had, too, sadly met their ends. Molly Weasley had launched herself into a duel with Bellatrix, and she fought like a vicious lioness. Even lionesses died, however, and that was what had happened to Molly. Percy and Bill, who were briefly distracted from their own duels when her body had tumbled to the floor, had all joined her in the afterlife after being hit by some very Dark curses. Percy had killed Dolohov and jumped in for his mother, grieving but level-headed, though he was no match for the serpent that was Bellatrix. Soon, the only remaining Weasley was Ron, not that he had had much time to register it, as he was battling three very dangerous Dark wix.

...

"My dear Death Eaters, would you look at this," Voldemort drawled in his snake's hiss, drawing out the 's' at the end. "The only members of the Light we have not yet defeated."

...

"Ronald Weasley," Ron looked repulsed at hearing the bald snake say his name. "You could have been great, my dear boy. You could have brought the Prewetts and Weasleys back to their former glory, but you chose not to. You are a disgrace to the pureblood name.”

If anything, Ron looked proud at that.

"Draco Malfoy," he announced, his eyes straying to the blond man. "You are a traitor to our cause, Draco. You didn't think I knew about that measly code, that spelled parchment, those private little Charms lessons? Your mother died as soon as I made her send that Patronus, boy. Your father must be rolling in his grave. Filthy blood-traitor," Draco's mask flickered for a second at the news of his mother's death, but he determinedly put it back into place, strengthening his shields.

The Death Eaters gleefully snickered at the mention of the deceased woman. Bellatrix outright cackled madly. A look from her beloved Lord quietened her immediately.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione looked ready to spit in his face and stomp on his non-nose. "You are the brightest witch of your age. A Mudblood, yes, but bright nonetheless. I would gladly excuse your unfortunate heritage. Join me, my dear, and bask in the praise and glory Lord Voldemort will give you. Join me, and be rewarded greatly," he purred. "Hermione."

"Rot in hell, Riddle," Hermione spat, seeming beyond revolted.

"Very well. And Harry Potter," Riddle sneered. "The Chosen One. The Boy-Who-Lived. The Saviour of the World. Where have you been as the world needed you, Mr Potter? You once took everything from me, Harry. And now," Voldemort smiled a sickening smile, and Hermione's shield faltered. "I shall take all from you." He raised his wand, and a jet of green light rushed toward Harry's best and only female friend.

Hermione didn't panic. Her life didn't flash before her eyes. She just felt numb. She dropped her arm and closed her eyes, ready to meet her fate. But apparently, fate had other ideas. Because she didn't see the black abyss she had thought would absorb her, she didn't feel the spell she thought would hit her, and she didn't die. No, instead, she heard a shout of her name, and as she opened her eyes, she saw a mop of bright, orange hair, followed by a thump on the ground in front of her.

"No!" she cried in sorrow.

...

Ron... Ginny... Molly... Andy...

...

“We have no other choice.”

“Draco-”

“No, Hermione, please listen to me,” Draco pleaded. “If we had another option, I would gladly choose it, but there isn’t another option. Please know that I would never ask you to do this unless it was the only way. But, don’t you see? This isn’t Dark magic, because I’m willing.”

...

“O cara mors vetus noster animos habere pudicos, et nostri bonis magicae. Rogamus te ut nos back: reversusque est in tempore. Obsecro mi mors sanguis nostras quaesumus ut nos salvos et mundo. Mortem, et dabo te in sanguinem et vitam draco malfoy, et in reditu ad nos a vobis et nobis bonum passagium praeterita, ita non potest prohibere mala et beatitudo omnibus!”

...

Tears streaming down their cheeks, they both thrust their knives into his gut. Draco cried out at the unimaginable pain. He slumped to the floor, writhing in agony.

They repeated the words once more as he bled out in front of them.

...

Hermione turned to Harry, and saw that his face was also twisted in pain, as though he could feel what Draco was feeling.

“We're monsters.” she said numbly. “We killed someone pure.”

“This is what war does, Mione,” he muttered numbly. “It takes everything from you until the only thing you have left is your humanity. Then it takes that, too.”

Draco gave one last twitch, one last whimper, before he became still, his pain still on his face. At that very moment, Hermione and Harry stumbled feeling a pull in their stomachs not unlike what one felt mid-Apparition. The wind around them spun quickly in a circle, and the two friends let go of each other's hands.

...

That had been her last thought before she had stopped flying and landed on her two feet; the world went dark, and she slumped to the shining floor of the abyss. And for the first time in a long time, Hermione Granger rested, no bad dreams or dark memories plaguing her. Little did she know, she would have quite the same fright when she woke up.

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b1t5andpi3c3s · 4 years

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Being Draco’s Older Sister Would Include

Posted: 9th March 2020

Requested: yes/no

A/N: my first would include

Being 3 years older than Draco

Having the signature blonde hair

And manipulative smirk

Being a Mummy’s girl

Teasing Draco constantly

Always getting into small, petty fights where one or both of you will call for your father or mother

But you’re still really close

Probably going to Beauxbatons (kind of like how Lucius wanted Draco to go to Durmstrang)

Since you were young, Narcissa liked to dress you up in ‘proper’ dresses

She probably also taught you to observe before judging someone, unlike your father and brother

Learning not to be blood purist while at Beauxbatons

Being rather skilled in Transfiguration, Charms and Potions

Being Fleur’s best friend

Being slightly shy (but you’re still sarcastic and sassy as hell)

Going to the Quidditch World Cup with your family

Where you run into the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione

Going to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament

A lot of boys there pining after you

Draco not knowing at first, but when he saw you dancing in the Great Hall, he groaned and banged his head on the table

“What are you doing here?!”

Until they realised you were Draco’s sister

Everyone being shocked

Actually meeting the famous Harry Potter that your brother talks about all the time

Already knowing the Weasleys

Befriending Hermione Granger

Asking one of the Weasley twins if they wanted to go to the Yule Ball with you

Being surprised they said yes

You brother being angry and shocked when he sees this

But he doesn’t tell your parents, ‘cause he doesn’t want to get you in trouble

Being sad about Cedric’s death because you had gotten quite close

Once you graduate, your mother making you come straight home

Where you train in the Ministry

As per your father’s wishes

Joining the Order of the Phoenix

Nobody really trusted you, until Dumbledore steps in

Bonding with your cousin Sirius

After a while, Molly starts wo treat you like her child

Getting injured at the Ministry when Voldemort comes back

Not knowing that Draco had joined the Death Eaters

Being a protector with Alastor Moody for Mundungus

Watching Moody get killed just as Mundungus apparates away

Having to stick with Fleur and Bill, just in case

Now basically all the Death Eaters, plus Voldemort, know that you’re on Harry’s side

Being Fleurs maid-of-honour at her wedding

Again, one of the Weasley twins is your date

Mourning Fred, Tonks and Remus’ deaths

Not joining your parents when they call for you and Draco

They don’t blame you

Torturing your aunt Bellatrix for what she did to Neville’s parents and Sirius

Feeling slightly guilty for enjoying it a little

Forgiving your parents after Voldemort dies

Marrying George after the war

Finally being able to have your slightly broken happily ever after

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Grief

Epilogue Era

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Requested: Yes

Request: This is kind of a sad idea, but could you do Molly and George in a mental hospital after the war. The two of them didn't take Fred's death well and now they are here.

Summary: It's Christmas time, and after dinner with their families, it's time for the Weasleys who are still standing to visit Molly and George. Some challenges never get easier.

Word Count: 2,193

Category: Literally just straight angst

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"Alright, on three then! One, two, three!"

Right on cue, Ron yanked one end of the Christmas cracker as his oldest nephew James did the same. A large hat with a vulture came out, and Ron laughed as he held it up to show the table.

"Look everyone! Just like Neville's grandmother's!"

Harry, Ginny, and Hermione burst out laughing along with Ron, and their kids looked at the adults like they were crazy. Of course they were too young to know anything about that fateful Defense Against the Dark Arts class, when Lupin helped Neville conjure the one and only Severus Snape in Neville's grandmother's clothes. James was the oldest kid at the table, and he still had a few years to go before he even started at Hogwarts.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny carried on laughing as their Christmas tradition continued. The four friends and their kids got together every year for Christmas dinner, to eat and laugh and enjoy each other's company, and to do their best to have fun despite the missing members around their table.

"Alright Harry, we'd better get going," Ron said finally. Ginny stood with him, and the tone of the adults turned somber, although of course the kids didn't notice.

"Of course. Hermione and I'll be here waiting with the kids when you two get back."

Ron nodded, then kissed Hermione goodbye and headed for the door. Ginny said goodbye to Harry and joined her brother, and as soon as they reached the front porch they apparated away.

The two redheads reappeared far away from Godric's Hollow, now in downtown London instead. They stood in front of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, waiting.

"I feel like this gets harder every year," said Ginny, crossing her arms and curling into herself to protect against the cold.

"I know. Maybe one of these days it'll finally start getting easier."

Ginny nodded, but didn't say anything. Silence fell over the pair as they waited, speechless in the cold December night. Despite the snow on the ground, neither of the two wanted to go inside earlier than they absolutely had to.

After a few minutes of waiting, the rest of the redheads popped into view. Arthur, Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived, one after another, and joined Ron and Ginny on the hospital steps.

"Happy Christmas, Dad," said Ron, and Ginny gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Ron. It's good to see you both." Mr. Weasley took a deep, steadying breath, determined to stay strong for his kids as long as he could. "Well, shall we head inside then?"

He was met with a round of silent nods, and the Weasley family resolutely walked through the hospital doors.

The family of six (which should have been nine) walked the familiar path to the fourth floor, the one that housed permanent residents. The staff gave them somber nods as they passed, the family continuing until they reached the familiar pair of beds towards the end of the ward.

Molly and George sat there, babbling to themselves. They didn't seem to notice the arrival of their family members yet, or much of anything around them for that matter.

An orderly was just finishing up at their bedside. She had been helping Molly and George since Fred's death, and despite her blonde (and not red) hair, she was basically part of the family.

"How are they doing?" asked Bill in a low voice as the orderly—Anna—approached. Mr. Weasley couldn't take his eyes off Molly, and whenever the family made these visits it fell on Bill's shoulders to step up and take the lead once the family got inside.

"I hate to say it Bill, but they're not much better," Anna said. "Losing Fred... well, it broke them. I don't know if they're ever going to be able to come all the way back from it."

Mr. Weasley let out a faint whimper, and Bill had to look away to gather himself. Percy looked at the ground as Charlie put one arm around Ginny, who squeezed Ron's hand tightly. The news wasn't new, but it still hurt to hear.

"Sorry Bill. I should've waited until after Christmas for this conversation," Ana said.

"No, that's okay. I'd prefer you tell us the truth as soon as you know it rather than give us false hope." Bill swallowed hard, fighting to keep his voice from breaking. "Are they— uh, are they at least having fewer... episodes?"

"Yes, actually, they haven't had any since we got rid of the mirrors."

Molly and George had mirrors in their area when they'd first arrived, but seeing George's reflection sent them both spiraling. Molly would claw at the mirror, trying to reach what she believed was her deceased son, and George wouldn't move an inch as he stared at his reflection, talking to the mirror for hours on end as if it were his twin. Both patients screamed and fought like hell when the orderlies tried to remove the mirrors, so they had to wait until the two went to sleep to take them away. It took a while to get every mirror in the hospital that the pair came in contact with, but now that they were all gone there was at least hope of some improvement.

"Well, I suppose that's good," said Bill. He took a deep breath, then turned his full attention back to Anna. "Thank you for being here for them on Christmas. It means the world to us."

"Happy to help, Bill. It's my job, and even if it wasn't, they're both sweethearts. I couldn't think of better people to spend the day with."

Bill smiled gratefully at Anna, and she gave his shoulder a squeeze before saying goodbye to the family for the night. Her shift would be over soon, and until then she wanted to give them some space.

Arthur was the first to move forward, going to sit beside his wife. She didn't recognize him at first, and when she turned to him it was like she was looking through him. Still, he held her hand and talked to her, filling her in on everything that the kids and grandkids had done since his last visit. Percy wasn't far behind, going straight to George. Percy had been in St. Mungo's himself for a brief stretch after watching Fred die, and he was determined to do everything he could to see his brother recover the way he had.

"Do you think they're ever going to get any better?" asked Ginny, shaking her head and staying back with Bill as Charlie and Ron moved forward.

"I honestly don't know Gin. I'd like to think so, but it's been so long now..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to complete the thought. "Well, we can't think like that. We have to stay positive, and do everything we can to help them come back to us."

Bill pulled his baby sister in for a tight hug, then walked towards his brother. They didn't want to overwhelm Molly and George, so they always split in half for their visits to avoid a crowd of people around one bed.

Ginny clenched and unclenched her fists a few times, taking deep, determined breaths before walking to Molly. It just about killed her to see her mother like this, to know they'd never be able to talk and laugh and argue like they used to. She sat on the edge of the bed with Charlie and her dad, listening to her mother talk about Fred like he was still here. Carrying on like a crazy woman about Freddie, when really she'd been talking to George as if he were both her sons.

Ginny didn't make it long before tuning her mother out. The guilt was killing her, but hearing her Molly talk that way was even worse.

Ron, meanwhile, was having a similar experience with George. Percy kept talking to him with incredible patience and kindness, like absolutely nothing was wrong with the situation at hand. And Bill, as always, managed to keep up a strong image for the rest of the family. Ron was trying to follow their lead, but it wasn't easy.

George was his older brother. Sure, he and Fred got on Ron's nerves all the time, but they were still family. He looked up to them. They were the reason he had such a fear of spiders, but now whenever he saw a spider it just reminded him of the twins.

That was the worst part of it, for Ron. Going from "the twins" to just "George". They were inseparable, and it didn't seem right that they'd been torn apart like this. How could you have one without the other?

The six healthy Weasleys kept visiting with their loved ones for a while, trying to lighten the mood whenever possible. They took turns reminding each other that it was more about Molly and George than it was about them, and they could lean on each other and cry about the hell they'd been thrown into later.

The family had to be careful what they brought Molly and George, since small things could trigger pretty violent reactions. Still, Molly beamed over the pictures of dragons Charlie brought her, and George actually gave Percy a hug when he offered a nice warm blanket that was George's favorite color.

The family stayed together as long as they could, but Molly and George got tired easily with so many visitors around. Before long, it was time for the family to leave again, waving as they promised another visit in the next few days.

Six hearts broke simultaneously when Molly called out "The twins and I will miss you!"

The Weasleys were breathing like they'd run a marathon as they cleared the hospital doors and stepped into the cool night air. They turned to each other, wrapping the closest person in a tight hug as they let the tears fall, now that they didn't have to be strong anymore.

"I can't take this anymore," Ginny cried between sobbing breaths. "I hate seeing them like this."

"I got better. They'll get better too, we just have to give them time." Percy sounded like he didn't even believe himself.

"Oh shove it Perce. They're not going to get better, it's going to be like this for the rest of our lives," Ron said miserably.

"We have to tell the kids soon," said Bill, staring holes into the ground. "They're getting old enough that we're going to have to find a way to explain this to them."

Charlie put his arm around Bill as Percy rested a hand on his shoulder.

"We don't envy you having to be the first one to do it, Bill," said Charlie. "We'll all be here for you, for anything you need."

"Thanks Char. I know."

They stood like that for a while longer, holding each other and letting the freezing weather distract them from the omnipresent dark cloud that first showed up after Fred's death.

"Alright, enough of this," Mr. Weasley said finally, taking a deep breath and rallying his children. They were outside again, and it was time for him to take the burden back from Bill. "If we don't get going, we won't make it to our restaurant before it closes, and now's not the day to break a tradition."

On the first visit to St. Mungo's after Fred's death, when Percy had still been a patient, the five Weasley family members had left feeling even lower than they did now. None of them wanted to stay in the cold, but none of them wanted to go home, and none of them wanted to leave each other's company. They wandered around for a few minutes, eventually stumbling on a diner around the corner that appeared to stay open through everything, all the time. Being there wasn't a happy memory, but it became a tradition to make a stop after every hospital visit. That way they could just sit, and be together, and recover a little better before going home to their families, and especially their kids.

As the family walked down the street, they passed people laughing and smiling together, enjoying the holiday cheer. It was hard not to be bitter, knowing they'd never again experience a Christmas with their entire family, even if Molly and George did recover. Each warmly lit house they passed and each yard where the kids were having a snowball fight only served to twist the knife, but each of the Weasleys managed to soldier on.

And each knew without a doubt that, without each other, it would have truly been impossible to survive.

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edie-k · 3 years

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Legally Ginger - Chapter 3 "What, Like It's Hard?"

Title: Legally Ginger Chapter 3: "What Like It's Hard?"

Rating: Teen (I'm sorry Ron and I are equally fond of the f word)

Summary: Based off the movie Legally Blonde. Ron makes the move to Boston but his Harvard career is off to a rough start.

Author Notes: I do want to caveat that not everyone who attends an Ivy League school is a snob so no offense to anyone that did; it’s just a fun romcom stereotype.

Additionally, I felt the need to address that it can be a bit scary for anyone to stalk someone across the country but particularly a man stalking a woman across country is historically problematic. Unfortunately, given it's basically the entire plot of this story, we can't completely avoid it. So remember, this is a fun thing in movies but a red flag in real life.

And yes, I do crib more from the movie on the curriculum. I did not attend law school and can use the help. So I bolded the language that was either verbatim or heavily cribbed from the movie.

Chapter title is a movie quote.

Thank you so much to adnei for all of the beta help and feedback!

I've been so excited to share this chapter with all of you and I think when you get to the end, you'll know why. Let me know what you think!

Link to AO3 or read more below.

“All set then?” asked his dad, closing the back of the old Ford Escape Bill had passed off to him.

“I think that’s all of it,” Ron agreed.

“Well, I’ll go get your mother then to see you off,” Dad said.

The twins and Ginny were standing on the curb, having already loaded the boxes they carried in the vehicle.

“Well, in two days, you’ll be knocking on Astoria’s door to find out if this crazy plan worked.”

Ron laughed. “Not exactly. Hopefully I run into her the first week.”

George’s jaw dropped. “You spent 90k of Muriel’s cash and wasted the best party semester of your life to hope to run into her?”

He hadn’t gone the entire spring semester without seeing Stori. She’d sought him out a few times for a bit of, as she put it, mutual stress relief, but refused to discuss anything further about their relationship. She had bid him a teary goodbye at their commencement ceremony, where he had been evasive about his post graduation plans.

“The point was to be worthy of her, not scare her. Ginny, imagine you get drafted by the Red Stars and suddenly that douche you dated, Corner, is working there as the strength and conditioning coach. You’d be freaked out.”

“It’s a good point,” said Ginny.

“Look, I’ll show up, I’ll get to know everyone, make my connections, and charm the professors. She’ll know I’m there without me ever telling her.”

“You never faded into the background at CULA,” Fred agreed.

“I’ll say hi if I see her but she’ll be knocking on my door by October,” Ron said confidentially.

“Oh yeah?” George’s voice was skeptical.

“You didn’t think I’d make it this far,” pointed out Ron. “It’s… it’s got to work.”

Suddenly, he felt his confidence drop. Was this a stupid plan?

“Best of luck, bro,” said Fred, giving him a one armed hug.

“Regardless of everything… Ron, you got into Harvard. Harvard. Don’t let them take that away from you,” Ginny said fiercely.

“Yeah, yeah, you sound like Mom now,” Ron said, brushing her off before his cheeks could burn. “Where’s she at? I’m burning daylight here.”

“I’m right here,” said his mom, walking out the front door of the ranch home he’d grown up in, holding a cooler. “I have some sandwiches to at least get you through the first day on the road,”

“First hour maybe,” George scoffed.

“Thanks Mom,” he took the cooler and stuck it in the car. When he turned back around, his dad had joined them again.

“Well, this is it,” he said awkwardly.

“Oh… Ginny, go pack a bag and join your brother. We’ll buy you a plane ticket home. Or I can come along,” his mom blurted out, nervously twisting her hands.

“Mom,” Ron groaned.

“Molly, he’ll be okay,” his dad said gently.

“Call me once a day,” Mom said. “Just during the trip,” she added, when Ron started to object.

“Okay,” he agreed. He drew her into a hug.

After he’d said goodbye to each of them, he whistled. “Pig, come on boy!” The pug ran across the yard and allowed Ron to scoop him up and put him in the passenger seat. He climbed into the driver’s seat and swallowed hard. Was this a big mistake?

“We’re so proud of you, son,” his dad said.

“We’ll see you at Christmas?” his mom asked.

Ron didn’t trust his voice so he just nodded and closed the car door. He started the vehicle and with one last wave, he backed out of the driveway.

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Five days later, Ron’s alarm was blaring.

“What fucking time is it?” he muttered, slamming the sleep button. In response, Pig grunted and rolled over.

It had been four days of naps and showers at truck stops, coffee, Monster, and fast food but he’d arrived yesterday in order to get a decent night’s sleep before today’s orientation. He, however, had failed to calculate in the three hour time difference that combined with his driving fatigue, was wreaking havoc on his mind and body.

He sighed and went to a still packed box marked “clothes”. He immediately groaned. His khakis were wrinkled as hell. Should have hung them in the bathroom last night when he showered to at least get a little help from the steam.

Luckily, he had a couple dress shirts in the garment bag with his sports coat and two suits. During his brother Percy’s summer visit, he’d used one of Ron’s rare free days to take him shopping. Percy had gotten some advice from a friend of his that attended the University of Chicago on law school attire and had insisted Ron needed at least three suits.

Ron, who was expecting that this whole thing would be wrapped up by spring, balked at the idea but finally agreed to one new suit to go with the one he already owned, a blazer, khakis, and a few polo shirts. He had shirts and tie combos from various formal and semi-formal events, but doubted he’d need much of it. Percy’s friend had said classes were business casual and while his golf shirts were comfortable enough, Ron really hoped that by the second week, everyone was wearing hoodies in class.

He finished getting ready and then grabbed Pig’s leash. “Come on boy,” he prodded the slumbering pug. “If you don’t go now, you’ll be holding it all day.”

They walked the campus, enjoying the morning quiet. While it didn’t give Ron the ease and sense of belonging CULA did, it was an impressive campus. For a moment, he wished he’d taken his mom up on the offer to come out with him - she’d love to see this. He hated the loneliness he felt and was glad to see Pig do his business. Sooner he could get to orientation and meet some people, the better.

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Orientation had been a mix of boring and interesting. He’d slipped in right at the last minute and sat in the back row to ensure he went unnoticed if he were in the same group of students as Astoria. Luckily, he didn’t notice her in the room. While he missed her terribly, he hadn’t come this far to destroy his plans now, and running into her before classes even started was not the plan.

Now they had moved into the social mixer part of the evening, which he was delighted to see that unlike undergrad, law school mixers included booze.

“Uh… you have anything local?” Ron asked the bartender.

“Nothing craft but I do have Dogfish Head,” the bartender said.

“That’ll do,” Ron responded, sticking a dollar in the tip cup. Had Astoria accepted his proposal, maybe he would have pursued the Boston Beer job and he’d have cases of this stuff in their kitchen. The bartender handed him a glass full of his other life and he wandered over to a small group of people, chatting.

“Hi, Ron Weasley,” he said sticking out his hand to the woman on his right.

“Uh, hi,” she said, sounding surprised but not unfriendly. “Lisa Turpin.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Ernie MacMillan,” said a blonde man, standing next to Lisa. Ron shook his hand and then shook the hand of the man next to him who introduced himself as Jack Sloper.

“We were just discussing undergrads,” Ernie said. “Jack and I were both Princeton men, although I took a gap year in Europe so different classes. Lisa here was an Eli. How about you?”

Ron inwardly winced. This guy sounded so pompous. An Eli, really? Anyone who watched a few seasons of Gilmore Girls knew what that was. Ron took a deep breath. “West coast here. I graduated from CULA.”

“That’s a solid state school system,” said Ernie. It wasn’t an insult, but when he said it, somehow it sounded like one.

“Yeah, well, it got the job done,” he said, forcing his friendliest tone.

“What were your undergrad degrees in?” Jack asked the group.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit of a stereotype. Political science for me,” Ernie chuckled.

“Same,” said Lisa. “Although I double majored in French.”

“I was a double major as well. Economics and Spanish,” Jack responded.

“There just wasn’t time for a double major while I was student body president, I’m afraid,” Ernie said. “What about you, Ron?”

“Uh, yeah, just the one major for me. Food science,” he said self-consciously.

“Food science,” Lisa repeated, her tone again not unfriendly but certainly not welcoming. Ron’s whole body stiffened.

“Like cooking?” asked Jack skeptically.

“No, there are a few different concentrations but I was focused on food biochemistry and microbiology,” he explained.

“I think the only micro I’m aware of with food is microwaves or microbrewing,” Jack said, letting out a condescending chuckle.

“Actually, brewing was a big part of my internship last summer. I was at Anheuser-Busch working on their new sustainable brewing initiative,” he said.

“Interesting,” said Lisa. “Ernie, where did you spend your time abroad?”

“I assume you’re interested in whether I spent any time in France, which I can assure you that I did.”

“I hope when you say France, you don’t just mean Paris,” said Jack and Ron was glad to see his condescension focused on someone else.

Ernie laughed loudly in response. “Of course not.”

Ron took a big swig of his beer. This was going to be a long night.

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Ron shifted his backpack as he carefully studied the room numbers next to each door. Everyone else looked so comfortable and confident and he wondered if all of his fellow students had mapped out their routes in advance of the first day of classes.

His eyes were so busy shifting from the left side of the hallway to the right that he failed to notice someone stopped right in front of him until he slammed into them.

“Ooof,” he said. “I’m sor - ”

“Ron?!”

Of course he had just walked right into Astoria.

Astoria stood there, mouth hanging open as she stared at him. Despite the gormless look on her face, she looked absolutely gorgeous with her blonde hair pulled back into a tight curled ponytail, the kind he used to love to pull out at the end of the day. Even though it was just barely September, she was wearing an orange cardigan and he thought about how she obsessively dressed in what she called “the colors of the season”.

“Hey there,” he forced out in what he hoped was a casual tone.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, looking shocked.

“Going to class,” Ron responded. “Don’t want to be late; see you!” He took broad steps around and away from her.

Ron let out a sigh of relief as his classroom was the next one he spotted. He took a deep breath as he walked into the lecture hall for his first class. He spotted a seat near the middle of the room that felt like the right place for the impression he wanted to make.

“Hey,” he greeted the guy next to him. The guy nodded, not even looking up from his laptop. Ron shrugged and pulled his computer out of his bag and powered it up.

While it was sooner than he had hoped, Ron had played it pretty cool with Astoria during their chance meeting. Short and to the point, nothing dumb or embarrassing said. His most successful interaction at Harvard to date.

While he was congratulating himself, a severe looking older woman walked purposefully to the front of the classroom and cleared her throat.

“Welcome to the start of your legal education,” she said. “I’m Professor McGonagall.”

As the professor began to speak about the syllabus, Ron allowed his mind to wander back to Astoria. She hadn’t looked upset or angry to see him, merely surprised. Maybe a bit uncomfortable, which was understandable. She also looked phenomenal. It had been way too long since they had been together and he had almost forgotten how stunning she was.

“Can you tell us about Gordon v. Steele?”

Ron looked up with a start. “Huh?”

Professor McGonagall was standing right in front of him, looking annoyed. “Can you tell us about Gordon v. Steele as it relates to subject matter jurisdiction?”

“Uh…” Ron said, shocked. “It’s the first day of class.”

The classroom was now silently watching him.

“Did you not read the first fifty pages of the assigned text?” McGonagall asked.

“I didn’t realize there was an assignment,” Ron said nervously. He heard a snort behind him and his head whipped around to look at the source.

Professor McGonagall seemed to hear the snort too and shifted her focus. “And you, young man? You could answer my question?”

“Of course,” the smartass snorter said. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair.

Oh, thought Ron. This guy is the worst.

“So would you support my decision to ask this student to remove himself from class until he’s prepared?”

Ron froze.

“Yes Professor,” said the cocky douchebag.

Professor McGonagall motioned to Ron. “Once you’re prepared, you will be welcomed back to class. Until then…”

Ron packed up his laptop, completely stunned. He gave a hard stare at the messy haired jerk, who smirked back at him as he stomped out of the room.

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“You have to be fucking kidding me. Where the fuck does she get the right… and that fucking douchebag,” Ron muttered.

“Excuse me,” a voice rang out from behind him. “That’s more profanity than I care to hear in a week, let alone at 8:30 on a Monday.”

Ron looked up, irritated by the interruption to his own self pity. The reprimand came from a pretty curly haired brunette perched on a neighboring bench, a giant stack of books beside her. Despite her scolding words, she had a hint of a smile. A smile that actually looked friendly.

“Sorry,” he said, ears turning red. “I just… are they always that mean?”

“Mean?”

“Yeah, like, call you out like that. My professors have always liked me all right,” Ron replied, feeling quite embarrassed to explain this to her.

“Yes, they tend to do that. Socratic method,” said the woman.

“Ah,” he responded. He knew the name Socrates thanks to his philosophy major ex, but nothing of the method.

“Were you with McGonagall?”

“Yeah. She kicked me out!”

The brunette made a sympathetic noise.

“She ever kick you out?”

The woman now looked scandalized. “Never! But I had nightmares about her my whole first week. Who else do you have?”

“Uh, Sprout, Slughorn, Umbridge…”

“Umbridge likes when you speak up in class but make sure you always concede to her in the end. Slughorn’s kind of pretentious but if you make good use of your thesaurus for his papers, he’s easy to please.”

“Nice, thanks,” Ron said, nodding his head with a slight smile. She grinned back at him.

“This place is tough; don’t let one setback your first day throw you off,” she urged.

“I’m glad I picked this bench. So what year are - ”

“Ron? Can we talk?” Astoria was standing in front of him, looking a bit nervous.

“If you want,” he said carefully.

“Please,” she said, taking a few steps back. Ron lifted a hand in goodbye to the girl on the bench before approaching Astoria.

“So… you’re at Harvard,” she said nervously, rubbing her right hand over her left.

“I am,” he confirmed.

“And… you got into Harvard,” Astoria said.

“Clearly,” he answered, a bit irritated by her tone. She didn’t really think he was an idiot, did she?

“How was your first class? “

“It could have been better,” Ron admitted.

“That’s because you-you don’t belong here,” Astoria said. “Look, maybe I shouldn’t, but I’m trusting that you’re not here to, like stalk me or hurt me or something. Regardless, this just isn’t something you can do. The people that are going to be successful here… they’re like, bred for this. And it’s not you. I didn’t break up with you to be a bitch. This just isn’t something you’re cut out for.”

“Stori - ” he tried to interrupt.

“And Ron, it costs a fortune to go here! How are you even covering this? I still care about you. Please, just cut your losses now,” she pleaded.

“No way,” said Ron, feeling the fire to prove himself ignite. “Look, my first class was rough but it’s because I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand how all of this works. Now I do. Frankly, that asshole that got me kicked out did me a favor because - ”

“Stori, there you are.” Out of nowhere, the aforementioned asshole from class appeared and slung a possessive arm around Astoria’s shoulder.

“Oh, hi,” she said, biting her lower lip and no longer meeting Ron’s eyes.

“We haven’t properly met although, after that disaster in class, maybe it’s pointless,” chuckled the douchebag.

“Ron, this is Harry Potter… my fiancé.”

Ron clenched his jaw but he knew his ears were reddening in a dead giveaway. “Really?”

“Harry was my high school boyfriend. We reconnected this spring and it just felt… right,” Astoria answered awkwardly.

“Well… congratulations.”

“Thanks buddy,” Harry said, voice dripping in mock sincerity.

“I, uh, I’ve got to go,” Ron said. Summoning every ounce of self control he had, he quickly walked in the direction of his residence hall, Astoria calling after him.

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The Wizard and the No-Mag

Chapter 6

Masterlist Series Masterlist

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“You ready? We should be leaving soon.”

It was Christmas Eve, and Fred and (Y/N) were preparing to head over to The Burrow for the family dinner; but both found themselves feeling nervous. “Just a second, I forgot where I put—”

“It’s in the draw next to the bed!”

“Found it!”

The two ran to meet by the door, (Y/N) tossed Fred his coat as she threw her own on her shoulders. She checked the time on the clock on the wall – if they set off now they might only be a little late. “Have we got everything? I feel like I’ve forgotten something.”

Fred shook his head, “No no, we’ve got everything, and if not I’ll just pop back, okay? Don’t worry so much.” He wrapped his scarf around his neck, and an arm around her shoulders. She huffed out a breath of nerves, taking the bag from his arms. “It’s gonna be fine, they’re all gonna love you y’know? Especially Mum – I’m just a little worried they’ll scare you off.” He laughed, resting his chin on her head.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Nah, it’d take more than that to get rid of me.”

They straightened up and Fred took her hand, rubbing his thumb over it comfortingly. “So I probably should’ve mentioned this earlier…” he started as (Y/N) gave him a curious look, furrowing her brows in suspicion, “erm… how do you feel about apparating?”

“Excuse me, what--?”

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They landed not far from The Burrow, Fred (having apparated many times) only wobbled slightly, (Y/N) however, almost fell on her face, being held up by her wizard. She leant forward, with a heavy feeling in her stomach as she gagged. “Oh God… why… ugh…”

“Sorry love, I forgot how it feels the first time.” He answered as he rubbed her back until she stood straight.

As she did, (Y/N) took in her surroundings; the blankets of white over the fields, the crumpled leaves buried beneath snow and ice, and of course the amazing sight of the Weasley house; the layers of floor towering at different levels; it was magnificent.

“I-it’s not much but… y’know, it’s home.” Fred shrugged, feeling a little nervous now that they were actually here. He took a breath, and he took her hand; pulling her to his home.

That heavy weight came back to her stomach as (Y/N) stared at the door, her heart beating faster with each step. Then, before she could turn back, Fred opened the door.

Instantly, the smell of potatoes and meats and vegetables and cookies and God knows what else hit them in the face, a bold difference to the clean, cold air from outside. The bustling sound of voices and footsteps and children could be heard all around the house, lights and decorations were dotted about, a Christmas tree with an abundance of gifts to and from every family member and guest. Warm air swarmed them in a welcoming home-like feeling and the smell of hot beverages lingered on it. It was like an overload to the senses, and if (Y/N) could put the whole holiday into one picture – one moment – it would be this. Just as she was about to say something, to comment on the extravagant nature or the multiple magical objects or the faint smell of something burning, a cheerful voice interrupted her. “Fred! Oh, dear, it’s wonderful to have you back!” A short red-headed woman squealed, pulling her son down for a hug as if she hadn’t seen him in the longest time. (Y/N) stood a little behind him, watching the scene with a smirk; Fred blushing with embarrassment as his mother kissed his face, but hiding the smile that said he’d missed this just as much.

“Muuuummm…” Fred groaned, “stop it – I’m a grown man!”

“I don’t care how old you are.” Said the woman, sounding like such a typical mom. “Now tell me, where’s this girl I’ve heard so much about? You did bring her, didn’t you?” She asked, looking behind Fred’s shoulder to see the girl in question, then carelessly shoving him aside. “Oh! you must be (Y/N)! Wonderful to finally meet you, dear!” Then she pulled her into a bone crushing hug, clearly very excited.

(Y/N) tried to hug back the best she could, but with her arms trapped by her sides, it was a little difficult. ��Muuum, let ‘er breathe…” She heard from beside her, just able to see Fred in the corner of her eye, covering his face.

She was released from the death grip around her a second later, getting a full view of the woman. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs Weasley.” (Y/N) said, a little shyly.

“Oh, please dear, call me Molly.” She took the girl’s hand and brought her further into the house, Fred desperately trailing after them. “I just can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Arthur!” Truth be told, (Y/N) was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but was still quite comforted that his mother was so nice. “Arthur!”

A red-headed man came into view, grinning after a moment. “Ah! Yes, hello.” He said, then patted Fred on the shoulder before he introduced himself. “Right, yes, Arthur Weasley – lovely to meet you,” he put out his hand for her to shake, which she did, but then the man seemed to lose himself in a small burst of impatience. “So! Tell me, how is the muggle world? How is America? What exactly is a croc?”

(Y/N) stuttered a little to find an answer (and trying to recover from her immediate confusion) while Fred squeezed his eyes in (figurative) pain. Oh Merlin, someone please help…

“I heard the door, are they here?” A voice came as if on cue; Fred looking up to the ceiling with wide eyes suspiciously. A bushy haired young woman turned into the room, wearing blue jeans and a classy flowing black top – looking very beautiful, (Y/N) thought. She took in the scene, and Fred’s desperate look, and knew that this was the perfect time to interrupt whatever was about to happen. “You must be (Y/N), I’m Hermione.” The brunette informed, smiling kindly as they shook hands. “Why don’t I introduce you to everyone?” She sent a look towards Fred, then lead (Y/N) away from the clearly very excited parents, telling Molly that she’d be down soon to help with the rest of the cooking. Hermione took her up the creaky wooden stairs and, once they were out of ear-shot, gave her a brief explanation. “Sorry about that, they’re just really excited to meet you – Fred’s not brought a girl over before, apparently, but he’s probably talking to them about it all now. Anyway, George sent me a letter asking for my help, since the boys are usually completely clueless when it comes to these things. Their parents are really nice, just a little too much sometimes is all, but that’s why I’m here. The backup.” She concluded with finality, rushing it all out quite quickly and giving (Y/N) the impression that she was the head-strong type of girl for sure. “Any questions?” Hermione asked as they reached the first floor, hearing voices and ruckus from behind doors all the way up. (Y/N) shook her head, feeling that everything had been covered, then Hermione lead her to the first door. “Great, I figured you’d want to meet the girls first – believe me, in a house this full of men we’ve learned to stick together.” She sent her a wink then opened the door.

It was a bedroom, quite cosy, with a couple of beds inside where these women were sat. One with beautiful silvery blonde hair pulled into a bun, who looked just a little older than them, and a red-head who seemed younger. She assumed this was Ginny, the youngest and only girl, Fred talked about her quite admirably – though he would definitely hate it if she found that out. This woman stood quickly and embraced (Y/N) in a hug – much like her mother. “Hi, I’m Ginny, I've so been looking forward to meeting you!” She beamed as she pulled away.

“(Y/N),” she replied; truth be told, she wasn’t very sure on what to say, she’d never met a boyfriend’s wizard family before. Obviously.

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After being introduced to some more of Fred’s siblings, spouses (such as a Harry Potter, who had a very smug look on his face), and some children that were also very excited to meet her and marvelled at her accent, trying to imitate it.

Soon she was lead into a living area by Ginny, Hermione having gone to help Molly as promised; there was a fireplace and sofas, with many people that she had already met sitting comfortably, and an old-fashioned radio was playing Christmas music that (Y/N) couldn’t recognise. Fred came up behind her and put a hand on her waist. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey.”

“How’d it go? They weren’t too much, were they?” Fred asked, still worried that someone would screw this up for him.

She shook her head and giggled. “No no, they’re great.”

“Good…” he mumbled. He looked a little on edge, (Y/N) thought, with his slightly creased brow and how he kept tapping his leg. “So,” he cleared his throat, “d’you wanna meet George? He… uh… he’s nicking some shortbread from the kitchen.”

She nodded eagerly; wanting to meet her boyfriend’s twin, his closest friend, his partner in crime. “Of course.”

Meeting his twin was… well it was pretty weird. George looked exactly like Fred, as she’d expected, but it was still strange. It was just so weird to see just how alike they were. “Hey! I’m George.” He’d said, shaking her hand and sending his brother a suspicious looking expression. “Well, (Y/N), I’ve heard so much about you. Seriously, so much. Like, a lot. It’s a miracle if I can get this one to shut up—”

“-George—”

“-Honestly, he talks about you a lot.” George said as he wrapped an arm around her and lead her away, Fred trying to chase after them and stop any embarrassing disasters. “I’ve basically already met ya’. Y’know, the only way I can get him to shut up is—”

“-George,” Fred’s face was beat red, redder than his hair, and he looked like he was about to combust. George started snickering as (Y/N) tried to contain her laughter, Fred pulled her back to him, resisting the urge to bury his face in her neck. “Anyway,” George laughed, “it’s good to meet ya’.” Finally, it seemed he’s had enough of torturing his brother. “You two are staying the night, right? Mum got our rooms all ready, the kids are all sharing a room, most of ‘em are sleepin’ on the floor. But anyway, looks like you’ll have to share.” He sent a wink and disappeared, probably to go cause some trouble elsewhere – some people just don’t change.

Fred groaned and buried his face in her hair, giving in to temptation. “Sorry ‘bout that,” He said, “he told me he’d be on his best behaviour, I just forgot to get him to specify what behaviour that was.” He pulled her back to the living room, where they squeezed onto a sofa and started to chat with others. It was nice, hot drinks where passed around with cookies and treats. Laughter filled the room along with the smell of hot chocolates melting in a pan from the kitchen.

After an hour or so, (Y/N) felt a small tug on her sweater sleeve. She looked down to see a little boy, about four or five maybe, with fluffy brow hair. “Hi,” she said curiously as the boy stared up at her.

“Hi…” he said, wringing his hands nervously as his hair took on a yellow-ish tinge, making (Y/N)’s eyes widen slightly. “I’m Teddy.”

“I’m (Y/N).” She replied sweetly.

“’Mione said you’re from America.” He mumbled shyly, but clearly very curious.

She nodded, “That’s right, (Y/S).”

“Whoa…” he whispered, making (Y/N) laugh quietly. “What’s it like there? I always wanted to see the… t-the Grand um… Grand Canary.”

Cute, thought (Y/N), ruffling his hair. “How about I take you some day?” She offered, then the boy smiled widely and his hair turned blue, shocking her. “How’d you do that?” She wondered allowed.

Teddy blushed lightly. “Uncle Harry says I’m a um… a metamomo… er… met…”

“Metamorphagus,” Fred offered from beside her, obviously having been listening in.

“Yeah,” Teddy said, his hair flashing back to brown for a second, then back again. “Is it true that in America they have cheese in bottles?”

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By six o’clock everyone was sat at the dinner table, which had been extended (with magic of course) to fit both the many people and the many foods. Arthur had asked some seemingly ridiculous questions quite often, which (Y/N) tried to answer to the best of her ability. And whenever things seemed to get a little out of hand, Hermione would draw attention to something else or start a new topic of conversation; the backup, as promised. Even though they were a little much sometimes, (Y/N) really thought they were amazing. Mrs Weasley was so kind and loving, Mr Weasley was inquisitive and open-minded, Fred’s siblings were all so nice to her too, even Percy who she had been told was the grumpy one. Harry and Ron seemed to be very close, and both liked to joke around with her. Overall, this Christmas was going to be great.

So, after spending hours around the fire talking with everyone and sharing stories, (Y/N) and Fred were among the last to head up to bed. And with the house already being so full it meant that the two would be sharing Fred’s old bed, though neither of them were complaining – they were both adults after all. Crawling into the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to wake George, Fred wrapped his arms around her to fit them both in more comfortably. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the silence. Fred drew a hand over her shoulder lightly, checking that she was still awake. “So… how was it?”

“How was what?” (Y/N) whispered, eyes still closed.

“Y’know…” he replied softly, “meeting everyone.” He’d really hoped that this would go well.

“They’re great,” she said, reaching her hand behind her to stroke his, “I love ‘em.”

Fred released a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, bringing her closer and kissing her hair. “Good.” He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but he could tell she was almost asleep. He couldn’t possibly describe how he felt. In his childhood bedroom, bundled under the covers with the woman of his dreams; sure it was a little chilly, the wind would occasionally rattle the windows, and his twin’s snoring was becoming increasingly annoying, but he’d never felt so content. And he couldn’t wait to wake up on Christmas morning just like this, and spend the holiday with all of his family. (Y/N) included. And he hoped for the same thing for the next Christmas. And the one after that. And the one after that.

“Love you, (Y/N/N).”

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lostinthelightss · 4 years

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literal chaos fire (ch.1)

amazing banner by @downn-in-flames / down-in-flames@FFT

find it elsewhere: fft | ao3 | ff.net | hpff learn more: chaos universe link to other chapters: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 link to missing moments: 5.5, 7.5, 8.5, 15.5

pairing: Lily Luna Potter / OC genre: AU, Humor, Romance rating: mature audiences

summary:

Victoire Weasley is a masters student in infectious diseases handling a devastating break up with her girlfriend of two years. Lily Potter is a first year law student navigating a figurative minefield that is the star quarterback’s unrequited affection. Molly Weasley is pursuing her bachelors in engineering while pining over her best friend - who doesn’t seem to realize it.

Three women, three vastly different lives, all coming together with group chats, family dinners, and a whole lot of chaos.

chapter summary:

Mollz: Attachment: 1 Image Mollz: plz see that on april 18th at 7:29pm i did indeed say that law school was going to be hard

lawyerlilz: Attachment: 1 Image lawyerlilz: you're forgetting that 2mins later you said "work hard, play harder"

SEPTEMBER 15TH, 2021

'the dopest house' (foxyroxy, freddieboy, jamesatron, moollywoobbles, rose) 5:27pm

moollywoobbles: @jamesatron, how did you get into my room? moollywoobbles: i s2g, i have a lab tomorrow moollywoobbles: i'm not doing this moollywoobbles: FINE I'LL DO IT moollywoobbles: but i will get my REVENGE!

freddieboy: why don't you ever ice me? freddieboy: i'm starting to feel left out

jamesatron: PAYBACK FOR LAST PARTY jamesatron: YOU LEFT ME IN THE BATHROOM ALONE jamesatron: I WOKE UP IN THE DARK AND THOUGHT I DIED

moollywoobbles: that was @rose, and im offended you mixed us up

rose: he was fully naked and covered in vomit, i thought he'd be better off lying on the linoleum than causing irreparable damage to our carpets

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'literal chaos fire' (lawyerlilz, Mollz, VickyBaby) 8:49pm

lawyerlilz: two weeks in and i'm already drowning in work lawyerlilz: why did you guys let me go to law school?

Mollz: i told you it was gonna be hard Mollz: but did you listen? Mollz: no

VickyBaby: you actively supported her in this

Mollz: Attachment: 1 Image Mollz: plz see that on april 18th at 7:29pm i did indeed say that law school was going to be hard

lawyerlilz: Attachment: 1 Image lawyerlilz: you're forgetting that 2mins later you said "work hard, play harder"

Mollz: and i stand by both statements

VickyBaby: why do i feel like you're currently drinking

Mollz: james managed to hide another ice in my room when i was in class today Mollz: and after that i decided that having one drink was weak Mollz: i'm a few in

lawyerlilz: it's 9pm lawyerlilz: on a wednesday

VickyBaby: weren't you just complaining about your lab tomorrow? VickyBaby: and don't you have like a bajillion classes always?

Mollz: work hard, play harder baby

VickyBaby: never call me baby again

lawyerlilz: IT'S LITERALLY YOUR NICKNAME

Mollz: DON'T WANT ME TO CALL YOU THAT, DON'T NAME YOURSELF THAT

VickyBaby: alright, alright! damn, calm down... VickyBaby: seriously though, don't you have an early morning lab

Mollz: yeah but it's just circuits Mollz: and malfoy said the basics of it all is done Mollz: i just have to do the write up

lawyerlilz: i wish we had partners for contracts lawyerlilz: thinking is hard

VickyBaby: like disease ecology is easy? VickyBaby: we're looking at ebola right now VickyBaby: did you know the r0 is too low in humans for it to spread effectively? VickyBaby: but gorilla populations are absolutely decimated by it

lawyerlilz: how does Teddy stand you?

Mollz: she puts out

VickyBaby: actually... VickyBaby: i think Teddy and i are on a break...

Mollz: WHAT?! Mollz: what does 'i think' mean? Mollz: you've been together for like 2 years Mollz: and why didn't you tell us immediately?!

lawyerlilz: molly, shut up lawyerlilz: a 2y relationship just ended, she's entitled to her alone time

VickyBaby: actually...

Mollz: WHAT NOW?! Mollz: STOP STRESSING ME OUT I HAVE CIRCUITS LAB IN THE MORNING

lawyerlilz: i thought you just had to do the write up lawyerlilz: don't make me text scorpius and tell him that you're drinking the night before class lawyerlilz: again lawyerlilz: his roommate's gonna ask to talk to me lawyerlilz: again lawyerlilz: and i'm going to have to turn him down

lawyerlilz: AGAIN Mollz: AGAIN VickyBaby: AGAIN

VickyBaby: yeah, we know VickyBaby: i don't understand how you don't find that man attractive VickyBaby: starting quarterback AND captain?

lawyerlilz: i think that mollz drinking in the middle of the week is a bigger issue than my love life lawyerlilz: especially considering it's only her first week

Mollz: i'm taking ordinary differential equations Mollz: why wouldn't i start drinking Mollz: and the big issue here is Vic's love life, not how much fun i have

VickyBaby: ... Teddy and I are taking a break VickyBaby: because she's going to America on exchange VickyBaby: she's leaving in a week

Mollz: i'll key her car Mollz: i'll get xander to hack into the school's system and fail her Mollz: i'll ruin HER ENTIRE LIFE

VickyBaby: plz don't do that

lawyerlilz: who's keeping snuggles?

VickyBaby: the cats staying with me VickyBaby: if she'd fought me on that i would've let molly's wrath free

Mollz: i'll still do it

lawyerlilz: as your cousin, i'd help lawyerlilz: as your soon-to-be-lawyer, plz don't

Mollz: james says he's in Mollz: also james is already on his way to her place Mollz: and i might be with him

VickyBaby: MOLLY, DON'T YOU DARE

lawyerlilz: i'll tell Scorp lawyerlilz: don't think i won't

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(Lily Potter, Scorpius Malfoy) 9:26pm

Lily: molly's drunk Lily: and probably doing illegal things Lily: just thought you should know

Scorpius: lilz! it's me! Scorpius: james and i were a little too tipsy so malfoy's driving the car Scorpius: :)))

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'literal chaos fire' (lawyerlilz, Mollz, VickyBaby) 9:32pm

lawyerlilz: VickyBaby she's recruited Scorp lawyerlilz: this isn't gonna end well

VickyBaby: don't worry, Teddy moved home like 2 weeks ago

lawyerlilz: so they're going to be doing illegal things lawyerlilz: AT A STRANGER'S HOUSE?!

VickyBaby: oh shit

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'old fogies' (Fred [the smart dumb one], James [the older twin], Lily [ur 15mins older], Molly [the dumb smart one], Rose [the granger], Vic [the science beb]) 9:35pm

Vic [the science beb]: @Rose [the granger] @Fred [the smart dumb one] Vic [the science beb]: WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM?

Rose [the granger]: they promised to do all the house chores until Christmas

Lily [ur 15mins older]: SO YOU GAVE THEM THE KEYS?! Lily [ur 15mins older]: THEY'RE DRUNK!

Rose [the granger]: Scorpius was 100% sober and i specifically asked them not to tell me what they needed the car for

Lily [ur 15mins older]: THEY'RE GOING TO TEDDY'S HOUSE

Rose [the granger]: i don't see the issue here

Vic [the science beb]: Teddy broke up with me to go on exchange Vic [the science beb]: also she doesn't live there anymore Vic [the science beb]: and they don't know that

Rose [the granger]: OH NO

Lily [ur 15mins older]: OH NO IS RIGHT Lily [ur 15mins older]: also, where's @Fred [the smart dumb one]

Rose [the granger]: HE'S WITH THEM

Rose [the granger]: FUCK Lily [ur 15mins older]: FUCK Vic [the blonde beb]: FUCK

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'the dopest house' (foxyroxy, freddieboy, jamesatron, moollywoobbles, rose) 9:54pm

rose: GUYS STOP rose: THAT'S THE WRONG HOUSE rose: TEDDY DOESN'T LIVE THERE ANYMORE

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(RosieBear, ScorpiStud) 9:55pm

RosieBear: i will kill you RosieBear: you cannot be serious RosieBear: babe, i will actually murder you

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(Lily Potter, Scorpius Weasley) 9:55pm

Lily: SCORP STOP Lily: IT'S NOT TEDDY'S HOUSE

10:02pm

Lily: SCORPIUS MALFOY I WILL END YOU

10:08pm

Lily: I'M NOT AN ACTUAL LAWYER YET I CAN'T DEFEND YOU

10:17pm

Lily: SCORPIUS!

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'the dopest house' (foxyroxy, freddieboy, jamesatron, moollywoobbles, rose) 10:23pm

freddieboy: hey @rose freddieboy: so bad news is freddieboy: we may have gotten caught freddieboy: the good news is freddieboy: campus cops' golf carts are terribly slow

rose: WHAT?!

freddieboy: we'll be home in 5 freddieboy: plz open the garage freddieboy: we don't know if they saw the license plate

rose: i am not going to be an accomplice

moollywoobbles: scorp wants to remind you that it looks bad on politicians if they're married to a criminal

freddieboy: and he said that he'll finally start watching Grey's with you

rose: it's open rose: and i hate you all

freddieboy: love you toooooooo

jamesatron: <3

foxyroxy: hey guys, remember when you promised you would pick me up after my night class? foxyroxy: think you could still swing by? foxyroxy: you won't even have to stop, just open the door and i'll jump in

jamesatron: FAST AND FURIOUS BABEYYY

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