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l0standn0tf0und · 4 months
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more of my fav works with George Weasley
first part
third part
fourth part
fifth part
♡ = smut, 18+ only
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her rhinestones, they shine endlessly
i think he’d look worse in pink
wish it on your worst enemy
goofy summer morning
dear george, love (y/n)
the rest will be history (I'm not afraid of these words: THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ! I mean, I cried, and I laughed, and it's just the best 4,9k words in my life)
what once was mine
don't make her wait
freckles and smiles
pretty good idea
little white lies
pay attention
in disguise
only angel
blindsided
space girl
alright
flying
♡www
♡alone at last
♡one more night
♡decorated for me
♡delightfully devilish
♡each other's first time
♡george weasley during sex
♡george weasley headcanons
♡nsfw alphabet for george & y/n
♡kinktober 2023 - george weasley
♡george overstimulating you, and you cry
all the love to the authors of all these masterpieces: @dracoxsworld @george-weasleys-girl @siriusblackloml @acciojaeyun @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @desideriumwriter @pinkandblueblurbs @thebadgerclan @horrorxweasley @elfenbensord @honeymoonblues @lightininglydia @hpimaginesandblurbs @weelittleweasley
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dorcasmckinnonn · 6 months
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"Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."
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blackbirdi · 1 month
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Harry Potter Incorrect Quotes #2
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Harry: So how’d you guys manage to crash the car last night?
Hermione: Ron wasn’t paying attention to the road, and there was a deer. So I shouted, “RON, DEER!”
Ron:
Hermione: Go on. Tell him what you said.
Ron: … “Yes, honey?”
*Cue Harry dying*
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George: *Whispering so they don’t get caught out of bed by Filch* What time is it?
Fred: *Screams loudly*
Snape: WHO THE FUCK IS SCREAMING AT TWO IN THE MORNING!?
Fred: There you go.
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Hermione: *Showing Mr. Weasley how to use muggle technology* There you go. Your laptop is all set up.
Mr. Weasley: Will it get heavier if I put more files in it?
Hermione: What?
Mr. Weasley: Like, if I download files will it weigh more?
Hermione:
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*The girls decorating the Christmas tree*
Hermione: Does anyone know where the angel is?
Ginny: *Pointing at Luna* Found it!
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Mrs. Weasley: When I said bring me something back from Hogwarts I meant something you bought at Hogsmeade.
The Twins: *Struggling to contain a Bludger* Well you didn’t specify that!
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Neville Longbottom: So how’d you know Harry was the one?
Ginny: *Dreamily* He looked at me the way every woman wants to be looked at…
Neville: Awww.
Ginny: With fear in his eyes.
Neville:
Hermione: Awwwww.
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Ron: Did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Cause you’re a whole snack.
Hermione: Are you silence? Because you make me speechless.
Ginny: Who do you think is going to make this dirty first?
Harry: Turn this dirty? Neither of them, Gin, they’re too cute for one another.
Ron: Are you my pinky toe? Cause I’m gonna bang you against every piece of furniture I own.
Hermione:
Harry:
Ginny:
Harry: I take back my previous statement.
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*After watching Frosty the Snowman*
Ron: What did Frosty the Snowman do other than come to life, do a little dance, and die?
Harry: Isn’t that what we all do, really?
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Ron: You played me like a fiddle!
Fred: Oh no, Ronniekins. Fiddles are actually very difficult to play.
George: We played you like the cheap kazoo you are.
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Ron: *Walking into the living room to complain* Mum! There’s no more snacks in the kitchen!
Ginny: *From the kitchen* But I’m literally right here!
Ron: *Frustrated groan*
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The Twins: We can assure you, our place of business is extremely safe.
Ron: *Looking up at the ceiling* The smoke detector is a white bowl with a red M&M taped to it…
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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months
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The Weasleys Aren't Great Parents...
I know a lot here love to talk about how the Weasleys were so good to take Harry in and all that... But the truth is, the parenting skills of Molly and Arthur Weasley are questionable at best.
I'm not saying they don't love their kids and Harry — they do, and they do so honestly. I'm just here to say they aren't actually a good example of parenting.
Like, when fans talk about the Weasleys what I usually see is either treating them like they are a perfect example of a family or unfair bashing. So, while I definitely believe that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love their kids, this post showcases where their parenting skills are lacking...
So, the Weasleys, to Harry, seem like the perfect example of a happy, loving family. Now, I'm not saying there isn't love there, but the family dynamics we see aren't great, to put it lightly. Harry just has no reference for anything better.
Children Running Away
The first thing I want to mention here is that all Weasley children leave the Burrow and their parents the first chance they get.
Bill goes to work for Gringotts in Egypt.
Charlie goes to tame dragons in Romania.
Percy, well, Percy is a whole can of worms right there. But once his parents shun him for being more successful than his father in the ministry, he doesn't look back.
Fred and George leave Hogwarts in the middle of their seventh year and move out of home then, before their even done with school.
I don't think that's normal. This is what we see in houses where there is mistreatment of children, so they don't want to stay any moment longer than necessary. Because all of this, what all of them did, was running away from home.
Each of these Weasleys was seventeen — maybe eighteen when he chose to leave (sometimes the country). This is running away, even if they still talk to their parents, they did rub away from living under the same roof.
This already suggests to me something unhealthy is going on there.
favoritism
Any child psychologist would tell you one of the worst things a parent could do is pick favorites amongst their children. All children, favored or not, suffer from it.
And Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.... well, they showcase favoritism constantly, here is an example from Order of the Phoenix:
“Get him red and gold to match his badge,” said George, smirking. “Match his what?” said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron’s pile. “His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.” Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas. “His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?” Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s. “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
(Order of the Pheonix, page 163)
Molly is so glad to have prefects in the family, that she actually ignores the fact Fred and George aren't prefects and are her kids. George actually calls her out on it, except she isn't actually listening to him l. No, she pushes him aside. This treatment is insane, and I don't blame them for up and leaving the moment they turned seventeen.
This favoritism is seen more, this is from Chamber of Secrets:
“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to —” All three of Mrs. Weasley’s sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them. “Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —” “Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred. “YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —” It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry, who backed away. “I’m very pleased to see you, Harry, dear,” she said. “Come in and have some breakfast.”
(Chamber of Secrets, page 38)
Prefect Percy is better than Fred and George and they should learn from him and be more like him, according to Mrs. Weasley. This sort of comparison between children is really harmful to their development and is frowned upon by most. Definitely by me.
Not to mention how Harry is definitely a favorite of hers, so much so he does not get shouted at for the same crime, but get's food. That is honestly the bare minimum she can do for him considering...
Harry's Abuse
The Weasleys are aware of Harry's abuse. They are made aware of it time and time again, and with all their love for Harry — they do nothing more than give him food when he asks. I don't think I need to explain why this is terrible.
“I don’t blame you, dear,” she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. “Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we’d come and get you ourselves if you hadn’t written back to Ron by Friday. But really” (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate), “flying an illegal car halfway across the country — anyone could have seen you —” She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background. “It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped.“They were starving him, Mum!” said George. “And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.
(Chamber of Secrets, page 39)
George here outright tells her Harry was being starved — this goes ignored. When Harry writes to her to send him food, she sends it, but doesn't ask him why he isn't being fed:
She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help … Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.
(Goblet of Fire, page 28)
No, she sent him food but didn't bother doing anything to help a child out of a clearly abusive situation. Not even asking why he isn't getting enough food.
Arthur Weasley isn't any better. He knows just as much as Molly and even met Harry's pleasant relatives:
“Harry said good-bye to you,” he said. “Didn’t you hear him?” “It doesn’t matter,” Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. “Honestly, I don’t care.” Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to see your nephew till next summer,” he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. “Surely you’re going to say good-bye?”
(Goblet of Fire, page 48)
He acts as if the Dursleys are normal. As if a child saying their caretakers wouldn't care he wasn't there isn't cause for alarm. No, Arthur Weasley just thought it impolite and odd, but not enough to actually do something to help Harry. Just annoy Uncle Vernon.
Blaming Kids For Things Not Their Fault
“You?” she said, catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs and replacing it in front of her. “Why should I be worried about you?” “When Mum’s next letter finally gets through Umbridge’s screening process,” said Ron bitterly, now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight, “I’m going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s sent a Howler again.” “But —” “It’ll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait,” said Ron darkly. “She’ll say I should’ve stopped them leaving, I should’ve grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something. . . . Yeah, it’ll be all my fault. . . .”
(Order of the Pheonix, page 679)
After Fred and George leave Hogwarts, Ron tells Hermione she should worry about him because he would suffer their mother's ire. He speaks about it as if it's a regular occurrence. Like he regularly gets blamed for Feed and George's mishaps when the twins aren't there.
This is incredibly unfair to Ron, Fred, and George. There is no reason Ron should fear his parent's response for something he had no control over.
Conclusions
As I stated above, I don't think Arthur and Molly Weasley are abusive or neglectful or that they don't love their kids. They are far from perfect, loving, and dotting parents I see them sometimes portrayed as. Neither are they as awful as I sometimes see them. Like many characters in this series, they are more complex than that.
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iwantedtoforgetyou · 7 months
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Welcome Home, Bill Weasley
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Relationship: Bill Weasley x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: With his hair short and facial stubble, Bill Weasley returns from London. You are only staying with The Burrow family for the summer. You weren't expecting to see a person whose face you had memorized over time.
Sunlight poured through the slightly tattered curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn countertops and the mismatched china displayed on the shelves.
The sound of running water filled the air as you diligently washed dishes, a contented smile on your face.
You loved these moments, the simplicity of domesticity, and the sense of belonging you felt within the walls of this magical home. It was a place that held so many memories and where you had found a surrogate family.
Just as you reached for another plate, a voice called out from the living room. "Darling!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through the house.
You turned your head, your heart skipping a beat as you caught sight of Mrs. Weasley's expression. In an instant, you felt your breath catch in your throat, anticipation and curiosity flooding your senses.
Mrs. Weasley moved swiftly, gently bumping you aside as she grabbed a towel and hurried to the kitchen sink.
"There's no need to do these!" she exclaimed, her hair slightly disheveled and a rosy flush adorning her cheeks.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you couldn't contain your curiosity. "What's happening, Mrs. Weasley?" you asked, your voice filled with both concern and intrigue.
Mrs. Weasley glanced at you with a mix of excitement and motherly affection. "Molly, sweetie," she corrected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Just call me Molly."
You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in address, but a warm smile spread across your face. "Alright, Molly," you replied, feeling a sense of closeness and acceptance wash over you.
Before you could ask further, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, causing your heart to race. Bill Weasley stood there, his presence filling the room with a mix of surprise and joy. His hair was slightly tousled, and a crooked grin adorned his handsome face.
You felt your knees weaken, your breath catching in your chest. You hadn't expected Bill to return home so soon. Memories of your past flooded your mind, the way his laughter could make your heart skip, the way his eyes held a spark of mischief and tenderness.
Mrs. Weasley wasted no time, abandoning the sink to rush into Bill's arms. The motherly embrace enveloped him, her words muffled against his chest.
The Burrow creaked as the rest of the Weasley family gathered in the kitchen, their cheerful presence filling the space with warmth and familiarity.
Bill's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as he released his grip on his mother. He started walking towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.
Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel your palms growing clammy.
He drew you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, savoring the sensation of being in his arms once again.
Bill leaned back slightly, his hands resting gently on your waist, as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight.
You were left shivering as Ron tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step back.
"Come join me and George in the yard!" Ron exclaimed eagerly.
"Ron, my dear," Molly interjected, affectionately tousling his hair. "Let Bill settle in first, please."
Bill waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, he's just thrilled to see me."
In one swift motion, he scooped Ron up and hoisted him over his shoulder, letting Ron's head hang loosely against his back.
"Let's go, you goofballs!" he shouted, pushing George through the rear door.
The remaining Weasley brothers followed Bill outside, ready to practice the new spells they had recently learned in class.
Caught up in the excitement, you couldn't resist joining them outside. You took a deep breath, your heart fluttering as you watched Bill playfully interact with his brothers outside.
The familiar warmth of the Burrow surrounded you, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. You couldn't deny the joy you felt at his return, even though you knew he was involved with someone else.
As the chaos settled outside, you stepped out onto the porch, your eyes searching for Bill among the boisterous Weasley clan. You found him leaning against a tree, catching his breath from the playful wrestling match with Ron.
Your eyes met, and a soft smile spread across his face as he made his way towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.
“Hey," Bill said, his voice gentle and warm. "It's good to see you here."
Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you replied, "It's good to be here. The Burrow feels like home."
Bill's gaze softened, and he took a step closer to you. "You've always been a part of this family, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's good to have you back."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Thank you, Bill," you whispered. "I've missed being around all of you."
As they stood there, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh grass and the laughter of the Weasley siblings, you felt a mixture of contentment and longing. The years apart had changed you both, but the connection you shared remained.
Bill reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You know," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of hesitation, "things have changed since we last saw each other."
Your breath hitched, your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, they have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bill took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. "But some things haven't changed," he murmured, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "The way you make me feel, Y/N... it's still there."
A mix of hope and uncertainty swirled within your heart. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but you also didn't want to disrupt the life he had built with Fleur.
"Bill," you began, your voice filled with vulnerability, "I don't want to complicate things. You have someone special in your life."
He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft caress. "Fleur and I, we're going through a difficult time," he confessed. "Being here, seeing you again... it makes me question everything."
Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Bill, I don't want to be the reason for any pain or confusion," you said, your voice trembling slightly.
Bill's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You've never been a burden, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "If anything, you've always been the one who brings light into my life."
The air around you was heavy with unspoken desire and the lingering question of what could be. You knew you had a choice to make – to explore the possibility of a renewed connection with Bill or to protect your heart from potential heartache.
With a mix of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can't promise you a future or how things will unfold, but I do know that being here, in this moment, feels right."
Bill's eyes searched yours, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his gaze. He closed the remaining gap between you, his lips softly brushing against yours. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken longing and the weight of your shared history.
Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth and sweetness of the moment. The worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you.
Your embrace tightened, as if trying to hold onto the preciousness of the moment. You could feel the familiar touch of his hand at the small of your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles, and it felt like coming home.
You were finally home.
Note: Bill Weasley is underrated, that’s all I have to say.
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fantastiqueali · 2 years
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Uniform
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Summary: Both of your boyfriends decided to take you in as their ‘helper’ at the shop.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley
Warning: Minors dni!, 18+, Softdom!George, Dom!Fred, Sub!Reader, overstimulation, Degradation, Somnophilia, Anal, Threesome, and D.S. dynamic
Word count: 705
You were supposed to start your first day at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. But how the hell did you end up in the flat upstairs where they sleep at night, getting railed by both of the owners?
All of it started when you came in, happy and ready to start the day. You haven't yet decided whether you'll be continuing your vocation at Hogwarts where you will be a professor or be training as an Auror in the Ministry. And of course, whilst you ponder on that, boyfriends of yours decided it will be great to have you as a helper at their shop in the meantime.
The moment that you walked in the door, they both handed you your uniform. They took the time and effort to find one that was suitable for their purpose. You, being unaware of that purpose, gratefully thanked them and headed straight to the bathroom to change.
Fred and George waited at the counter. Impatiently trying to control themselves to smash that door down and take you there and then. So whilst you're trying to be pretty for them, they try to speculate how good you will look.
Fred almost loses his balance and George might have drooled on his chin as you revealed yourself when you opened the bathroom door. Hair up in a ponytail, the tight high waisted short compliments your curves, and the off-shoulder top that has the shop’s name in the middle while your cleavage was showing. All of it was perfect for them and only them.
Fred coughs, cutting the silence as he looks straight at you in the eye, ready to melt in your shoulders. “So, what's my first task?” George glances at the papers in front of him, trying to see if he does when there's only you in his mind right now. He finally looks back at you, then Fred who was smirking at him, then back at you again.
“Actually yeah, we have something for you to look for.” He hints to you to follow him, whilst your other boyfriend slinked his arm around your waist, pushing you forward.
“Upstairs?” you asked, seeing George going up. George stays silent as Fred leans into your ear and says, “Just follow him, bub.”
And here you are, on top of George whilst being below Fred, as they both use your holes, fucking you into oblivion. As you cry sounds like pain that gets deducted by the immense pleasure it brings.
“Such a fucking slut huh? Did you really think that we’ll let you work around those?” Fred brings his thumb to your overly sensitive nub, causing you to jolt upwards but only got stopped when George held your arms tight in place.
“Did you think for a minute that you’ll be whoring around our customers?” You shook your head in vigour, your body already shaking from the cosmic overstimulation they brought you upon.
“Look at her Georgie, too dumbfucked to even comprehend words.” Fred’s grip on your thighs began to leave hand marks, whereas George left purple marks on your neck from all the sucking he did.
“C-can’t! Slow… slow down!” The overbearing pleasure is too much that you feel like you’re going to break soon.
“C-can’t” Fred mocks you, grinning at the expressions that he missed for a year. A repetitive process of them going in and out of your two puckered holes, the other one sliding out whilst the other one goes in. George’s hands kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples occasionally and Fred rubbing your abused nub driving you into insensibility of what was going on.
“I missed you, bunny” George whispered, his hand travelling down to your sweating waist. “I missed your moans, your breasts, your face, your body, merlin I missed your holes.”
“Georgie! Ah- Fr-Freddie! I can’t anymore!” The two men only groan at your pleads, steering them more into euphoria.
“You can bunny, we know you can.” George turned your head to him with his fingers, attacking your lips that he missed so much, tasting the sweetness of sweets from earlier.
“You have to take it. Take all of our cum until you're filled with it. Until you're bearing both of our children in you.”
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sunflowerabyss · 3 months
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Brewing Hearts
Pairing: Professor!Remus Lupin x Professor!Reader
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Plot: Tired of seeing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Arithmancy professor dancing around each other, the Weasley twins take things into their own hands with a little bit of love potion.
Warnings: fluff
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The Great Hall bustled with the usual chaos of students and the aroma of delicious food. Fred and George sat at the Gryffindor table, exchanging glances as they observed the unfolding drama between Remus Lupin and (Y/N) (L/N). The two professors were seated across the room, stealing subtle glances at each other while seemingly oblivious to the world around them.
Fred nudged George with his elbow and nodded toward the couple. "George, mate, look at them. It's like watching a Muggle soap opera, only with more awkward glances and less drama."
George chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he observed Remus and (Y/N). "I swear, Fred, if they don't do something soon, I might just hex them into confessing. It's getting painful to watch."
The twins exchanged an amused look as Remus and (Y/N) continued their dance of stolen glances. Fred leaned in, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've got an idea. What if we do something about it? You know, give them a little push in the right direction?"
George's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now, that's what I'm talking about. What's the plan, my dear brother?"
Fred leaned back, studying the couple across the hall. "We need something subtle, something that'll make them realize what they're missing. A little potion, perhaps?"
George raised an eyebrow. "A love potion?"
Fred shook his head. "Nah, too strong. We don't want them running off to elope. How about a mild infatuation potion? Just enough to make them see each other in a new light."
George grinned. "I like it. We brew it tonight, slip it into their drinks at the Yule Ball, and let the magic happen. They'll be thanking us for years to come."
And with that, the mischievous twins began plotting their matchmaking scheme, setting the stage for the events that would unfold in their secret workshop later that evening.
The Weasley twins sneaked out of the Gryffindor common room under the cover of darkness, making their way to their secret workshop hidden within the depths of Hogwarts. The passage was concealed behind a tapestry depicting a group of mischievous pixies wreaking havoc on a potions classroom. With a swish of Fred's wand, the entrance revealed itself, and the twins slipped through.
Inside the dimly lit workshop, shelves lined with jars of rare ingredients and experimental potions greeted them. Fred conjured a small flame to light the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The twins wasted no time as they set up their cauldrons, eager to brew the potion that would finally push Remus and (Y/N) out of their pining stupor.
George cracked his knuckles, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Fred, mate, let's get this show on the road. We've got a date with destiny tonight."
Fred nodded, tossing a handful of powdered moonstone into a cauldron. "Absolutely, George. Let's make this potion so good, they won't know what hit them."
The twins worked in tandem, each intuitively knowing their role in the brewing process. They measured out ingredients, stirred cauldrons, and shared mischievous glances. The room hummed with an air of excitement, and a sense of accomplishment fueled their determination.
As George carefully poured a vial of crushed fireflies into the mixture, he glanced over at Fred. "You know, Fred, this feels like one of our pranks, only with a touch more subtlety. It's like setting off a dung bomb in a library and watching the chaos unfold, but with hearts instead of first-years throwing up in the bathroom."
Fred chuckled, stirring the cauldron. "Exactly, George. This is the prank to top all pranks and the best part? We're doing it for love. No harm done."
The potion began to emit a soft, enchanting glow as they added the final ingredients. The twins exchanged satisfied smiles, their plan coming together seamlessly. Fred raised his wand, tapping the cauldron with a flourish.
"There we go, George. One batch of Cupid's Secret, ready to make magic happen."
George admired their handiwork. "They won't even know what hit them. Now, let's get this bottled up and ready for the Yule Ball."
And so, with the potion completed and mischief in their hearts, Fred and George sealed the vials of Cupid's Secret, eager to unleash their concoction on the unsuspecting professors during the magical festivities of the Yule Ball.
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The Yule Ball was in full swing, the Great Hall transformed into a magical wonderland. The twinkling fairy lights above cast a warm glow over the elegantly dressed witches and wizards as they twirled around the dance floor. Remus and (Y/N) entered separately, both looking stunning in their respective outfits.
Fred and George, dressed in dapper suits that were a mix of classic and whimsical, discreetly moved through the crowd. They each carried a tray of glasses filled with punch, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they approached Remus and (Y/N), Fred winked at George, a silent confirmation of the mischief about to unfold.
"Care for a drink, Professor Lupin?" Fred offered with a charming smile, presenting the tray of punch.
Remus, slightly surprised, nodded in gratitude and took a glass. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley. Much appreciated."
Meanwhile, George turned to (Y/N) with a grin. "And for you, Professor (L/N)? A little something to enhance the festive spirit."
[Y/N] accepted the glass, returning George's smile. "Why, thank you, Mr. Weasley. That's very thoughtful."
The twins exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance before blending into the crowd, leaving Remus and (Y/N) to enjoy their drinks. As the professors took sips of the enchanted punch, the subtle effects of Cupid's Secret began to take hold.
Unbeknownst to them, a gentle warmth spread through their veins, and the enchanted atmosphere of the Yule Ball seemed to intensify. Remus and (Y/N) glanced at each other, their eyes meeting in a way that felt different, charged with a newfound energy.
Fred, watching from a distance, nudged George with a sly grin. "Well, George, looks like our little potion is working its charm. Now, let's sit back and enjoy the show."
George chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To love, mischief, and a Yule Ball to remember."
And so, with their plan set in motion, the mischievous twins observed from the sidelines, eager to see how Cupid's Secret would unfold in the magical dance of the Yule Ball.
Under the soft glow of the floating candles and the enchanting ambiance of the Yule Ball, Remus and (Y/N) found themselves swept away by the subtle effects of Cupid's Secret. The love potion worked its magic, creating a warmth that seemed to linger in the air around them.
As they danced, the once hesitant glances turned into lingering stares. Remus, with a newfound confidence, gently took (Y/N)'s hand, and the dance floor seemed to fade away as they moved in perfect harmony. The atmosphere crackled with an energy that was both enchanting and irresistible.
Fred and George, hidden in the shadows, exchanged triumphant grins as they watched their plan unfold. Fred elbowed George, nodding toward the dancing couple. "Look at that, George. Our potion is doing wonders. They're practically glowing!"
George chuckled. "Our own brand of magic, right there. Who knew we had a knack for matchmaking?"
As Remus and (Y/N) twirled across the floor, the barriers that had kept them apart began to crumble. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter echoed through the hall, and the spark that had been lingering finally ignited into a full-fledged flame of connection.
The mischievous twins couldn't help but revel in their success. Fred whispered to George, "I told you, George, this is going to be legendary. They're like a pair of phoenixes rising from the ashes of awkwardness."
George nodded, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Fred, my dear brother, we might be onto something here. Maybe we missed our true calling as love wizards."
The dance continued, and the enchanted glow of the Yule Ball seemed to intensify around Remus and (Y/N). The Great Hall buzzed with the newfound energy of romance, and the Weasley twins, hidden in the shadows, savored the moment, knowing they had orchestrated a magical night that would be remembered for years to come.
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The morning sun cast a warm glow on the Hogwarts grounds as Remus and (Y/N) found themselves walking together near the Black Lake. The events of the Yule Ball lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension between them.
Remus hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence. "About last night, (Y/N)… there's something we need to talk about, something that's been on my mind."
(Y/N) nodded, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes. "Remus, I've been thinking too. There was something… different about the Yule Ball, wasn't there?"
Remus took a deep breath, glancing at (Y/N) with a sincerity that seemed to cut through the uncertainty. "I can't shake the feeling that something was influencing us. The way we were drawn to each other, the warmth in the air—it wasn't just the magic of the Yule Ball, was it?"
(Y/N) sighed, realizing the truth. "No, Remus. It wasn't just the Yule Ball magic. There was something else at play. Something that brought us together, made us see each other in a new light."
As Remus and (Y/N) shared their thoughts, unbeknownst to them, Fred and George were hiding behind a large oak tree nearby. The mischievous twins exchanged knowing glances, their ears perked up to catch every word of the conversation.
Remus ran a hand through his hair, a hint of frustration in his expression. "I've been racking my brain, trying to understand what happened. And then I remembered—Fred and George offered us punch. I think they might have had something to do with it."
(Y/N)'s eyes widened in realization. "The Weasley twins? But why would they…?"
Remus sighed. "Knowing Fred and George, it was probably another one of their pranks. They must have slipped something into the punch to create some kind of atmosphere. I can't believe I fell for it."
(Y/N), a mixture of surprise and amusement on her face, couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if it was a prank, it might be the best one they've ever pulled. Because, Remus, I can't deny that something changed between us last night."
Remus smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "And I'm grateful for it. More than you know. The truth is, (Y/N), I've fancied you for quite some time. The Yule Ball, or rather, whatever those two put in my drink, just gave me the courage to admit it."
As the conversation unfolded, Fred and George shared a triumphant grin. Fred whispered to George, "Looks like our love potion did more than we bargained for. They're talking about it!"
George nodded. "Mission accomplished, Fred."
The mischievous twins quietly retreated, leaving Remus and (Y/N) to navigate the aftermath of the Yule Ball and the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them closer together.
In the weeks that followed the Yule Ball, the Hogwarts corridors whispered about the unexpected romance between the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Arithmancy professor. Students and staff exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity piqued by the undeniable connection that seemed to have blossomed overnight.
The Weasley twins, having successfully orchestrated the tale of love, moved through the castle with an air of mischief and satisfaction. Fred grinned at George. "Our little project paid off, didn't it? Professor Lupin and Professor (L/N) are the talk of Hogwarts! I even heard McGonagall and Dumbledore talking about it."
George chuckled. "Who would've thought we'd become the puppet masters of love? We might have a future as romance consultants. Well, if the joke shop goes to hell, anyway."
As they reveled in their matchmaking success, the mischievous twins couldn't resist the occasional sly glance toward Remus and (Y/N), secretly pleased with the love story they had set in motion.
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Meanwhile, Remus and (Y/N), having navigated the revelation of the Weasley twins' involvement, found solace in the genuine connection that had sparked between them. The Yule Ball, orchestrated or not, had been a catalyst for something real and undeniable.
While sitting next to Remus on his bed in his living chambers, (Y/N) turned to Remus with a playful smile. "You know, Remus, I never thought I'd owe a debt of gratitude to the Weasley twins for anything other than a good laugh."
Remus chuckled, setting his book down, eyes filled with warmth. "They have a way of surprising us, don't they? But in a strange way, I'm grateful for whatever potion they slipped into our drinks that night. It brought us together."
(Y/N) nodded, a twinkle in her eye. "Love has a way of finding its path, even in the most unexpected circumstances. Maybe this was meant to be."
Remus smiled, pulling (Y/N) closer. "Perhaps it was. And I, for one, am glad fate brought us together, even if it took a bit of mischief to make it happen."
And so, as the whispers of love drifted through the Hogwarts corridors, Remus and (Y/N) embraced the magic that had sparked between them. The Weasley twins would never openly admit to meddling with the love potion but found joy in the newfound connection between their favorite professors. As they navigated the castle, their mischief was now tinged with a sense of smug satisfaction.
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ginerva-mollyweasley · 9 months
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"it's not much, but it's home... i think it's brilliant"
THE WEASLEYS → my top 50 fictional dynamics [9/50]
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hottempura · 9 months
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Silly Mistakes
George x reader x Fred Weasley
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It started with a prank, as most things with the twins do. Ron and Harry were trying to figure out how to do a new spell Hermione was holding over their head. They had no choice but to go to the next best person, a Ravenclaw.
“(Y/N), can you help us learn a spell?” Ron and Harry surrounded you in the library with pleading eyes.
“Uh… sure what’s the spell?” Harry never spoke to you, unless he needed something, but you were friends with Ron so you accepted. You were a week ahead on homework anyways.
“Okay, so it’s Stupefy, and I already know what you’re going to say. The name does not imply anything!” Ron got into a wide stance while explaining and held his wand directly in front of himself.
“Oh, I know that spell, I taught Hermione that one.” You were pretty close with Hermione. She was far better at charms than you, but you wanted to surprise her at one of your study sessions together. Pouring over texts looking for a spell she didn’t know was worth it to see her face.
“Hey! How come-!” Ron was interrupted by his wand flying out of his hand and behind a bookshelf.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a dick head, Hermione would’ve taught you the spell herself, Ron.” One of the twins popped out holding the wand. Before you could say anything, Harry jumped in.
“But I didn’t do anything!” The twin shook his head exasperated. Ron ran at him to get his wand back. The twin let out an exaggerated shriek, dropped the wand, and both boys watched in horror as it seemingly slipped through a crack in the floor.
“How could you, George!? What am I going to do without my wand?” Ron wailed and crouched down to the ground trying to peak through. Harry ran over to look himself. You giggled into your hand watching them both shove their faces against the floor. Everyone’s heads swiveled in your direction.
“Don’t be so mean, Fred.” You waved your own wand in their direction. Ron’s wand suddenly appeared in Fred’s hand. “That spell is quite tricky.” Ron jumped up and grabbed the wand from the shocked boy. It didn’t shock Fred that you could immediately see through it. After all, the spell was meant to fool someone far dumber than you, but his name. You got the right name.
The next time it happened was in the great hall. This time there wasn’t a prank. It was just a simple thing of handing out letters. Both twins sat at the bench next to each other as always. Their mother’s owl flew in to deliver everyone some letters about Christmas. Percy went to hand the twins theirs as you were passing by behind them.
“Oh Percy, this one is George.” You pointed at the twin to your right and smiled. You patted both on the shoulder then continued to walk off towards your table. The twins leaned back so they could follow your movements. Percy’s eyebrows furrowed and he tossed George’s letter in the correct direction.
“That’s odd.” Percy made a mental note to tell their mom about this. She’d be sure to invite you over, he smirked at the thought. He tossed Fred his. It smacked him in the chest since he was still distracted, then Percy went off to hand over Ron’s.
“Well we’ve gotta test this out don’t we Georgie?”
The Weasleys were pretty sure about the outcome, but it’s the twins we’re talking about. They need to test everything. Together, they came up with a plan.
While walking back from the library with a book in hand, you didn’t realize that the hallways weren’t the same. You figured that since you normally took the path back to the common room without looking, this time would be the same. Looking up expecting to be at the door, you were shocked to barely be able to see anything at all. A small gasp left your lips before you went to grab your wand. The book thudded onto the floor. The sound of a voice stopped you before you could cast luminos.
“(Y/N), wait a moment!”
“George?” A hand settled tentatively onto your back and another gripped your arm. Hearing the correct name made his heart skip a beat.
“I well… we just want to test something if that’s alright?” George, for once, was hesitant about this plan.
“I don’t understand, test what? A new prank?” You occasionally helped the twins with pranks, but you were never on the receiving end. Maybe a couple chocolate frogs in surprising places sometimes. You frowned and turned around to try and look at George. It was hard to see anything at all besides his hair.
“Give me one second.” He stepped back into the darkness. Strangely, the sound of his footsteps also disappeared after a few steps. You reached out into the darkness frantically trying to look for him causing you to trip and crash into someone else. This smell was familiar. Fred always smelled like fireworks.
“You might wanna be careful. What are ya scared of the dark?” Fred chuckled into your ear then twirled you around and let go. “Shoot! I forgot to wait for it.” You stumbled away from his voice. George quickly grabbed your shoulders.
“Snooze you loose, now which twin am I, love?”
“G-George.” It was strange to hear him acting more confident like Fred.
“Is it the voice? At first we thought our appearances were off.” It was clear what exactly they were doing now. You blushed, glad that the light was so low.
“Oh…” You hesitated. The twins weren’t different in any single way. They just acted different. Sometimes they wore their clothes different. They had a couple different mannerisms. They were just… “You two are just different.”
“Hogwash! We are exactly the same!” The lights flickered back on. George and Fred were standing in front of you with their arms crossed. Fred reached up to push back his hair. George fiddled with his ear. Nervous habits.
“See right there!” You pointed the hand holding the wand at both of them causing them to duck. “Sorry.” Quickly you shoved it back into your robe pocket.
“But what did you mean?” George tilted his head curiously.
“You. Both of you are different. You have different nervous tics.” Both boys blushed and looked to the right. You had to admit, they looked pretty similar now. George had a little scar on his nose from Quidditch practice. Fred’s blush was also a little deeper. A laugh bubbled past your lips at the absurdity. Both twins were completely different!
“What are you laughing at?”
“We are the best twins that ever twined! Our family can barely tell.” You laughed harder and doubled over to put your hands on your knees.
“Different. Both of you are just so different.” You whipped away the tears in your eyes. They both looked angry making you a little nervous now. George reached towards you and you flinched. He snatched your glasses off and began cleaning them on his robes.
“Ridiculous. George, what do we do to silence her?” Fred said before taking the glasses himself to place gently back on your nose.
“We could try becoming friends, Fred.” They were talking like you weren’t even here! You opened your mouth to say something, but they kept going.
“That’s not good enough! Friends blab all the time.”
“What are we going to do prank her into silence?!” George wiggled his fingers in his twins face. They both stood facing each other.
“No, but we could- hey where did she go?” Two heads snapped in your direction at least where you once were. An empty space and a book on the ground took up your space.
The next time the twins saw you was in potions. Most classes were separated by year, but potions was your subject. At first it came naturally, but now you just had so much practice. You didn’t care much for Snape’s attitude. However, you didn’t hate him, sometimes you’d catch moments of weakness. Those moments made him seem less like an evil villain.
Fred and George were also in your class. They were one of the few that didn’t hate you for being on Snape’s good side. Harry and Ron were always skeptical because of it.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Can you help us finish up our potion?” The class was uneven. You mostly worked alone at your bench, so it wasn’t a shocker to finish early. Also, Fred and George really needed the help. Fred’s potion was bubbling over: too much heat. George’s potion still hadn’t changed color: not enough heat. Both kept rapidly shoving in ingredients to try and solve the problem.
“Guys!” Your hands came up to grab George’s and stopping his frantic movements. “We’re supposed to be making love potions. Not crap potions.”
“Are those really a thing?” Fred had a whimsical look on his face. You quickly dropped George’s hands to grab Fred’s. “Yes, but they don’t do anything. That’s why I call it a crap potion.” You started by adjusting the temperatures, then added a couple nullifying ingredients to gets back to the baseline. Looking over your shoulder, you saw them both just staring at your ass, not your hands. George looked up with a blushed.
“Sorry, what’s happening?”
“This is going to be on the exam, you know?” You turned around to look at them both with your arms crossed.
“Don’t be mad, love. Truly, we are focusing, just not on what we need to be.” Fred said with a smirk. He grabbed your arms lightly uncrossing them with a chuckle.
“Here.” You bottled up the potion. It wasn’t a strong love potion considering where you started from, but it was something. “Use it to study and don’t mess it up this time.” You turned to grab your books and head out to charms. However, George launched himself into your path before you could. He swayed a little with a nervous smile.
“Not that we care about grades, but could you show us one more time?”
“We’ve got an idea for a brilliant prank.” You shook your head and tried to swerve around the two.
“I can’t, I have charms soon.” Before you could start to head out again, Fred spun you around to face them. George was slightly behind him holding up the book you dropped yesterday.
“See now we would give this back, but we will need that little favor first.” Huffing out in frustration, you tossed the books you were holding back on the table. Fred and George smirked then high-fived which got them a glare. They quickly put their hands behind their backs.
“Just go get the water,” despite yourself you chuckled at their attitude. Both of them started to walk over until you stopped Fred with a hand on him chest. “We just need one person besides I have another task for you.” Then began the process of making another potion… then another after George put in the wrong ingredient… then another when Fred did the exact same thing. Finally, the boys got it right.
“Ugh! Why was that so difficult?” They slumped back into their chairs sighing. It did take quite a while to get right.
“Least you know how to do it, now I have to be off!” In a rush, you picked all your books up and started to dash off to charms. You waved quickly at the two. However, once again, you left something behind: your robe. Fred plucked it off the chair you left it on.
“She’s gotta be the most forgetful Ravenclaw I’ve ever seen.”
By the time dinner came around, you were in a bad mood. You had been late to charms and were missing your robes. Ravenclaw lost 25 points. It would’ve been more, but you stayed after class to help grade papers. Now, you were hungry, tired, and had your housemates angry. George noticed your sour mood from across the hall.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this I mean-“
“It’s okay, Georgie. The potion will wear off in a few days.”
“But who did you check with to make sure of that?”
“I know what I’m doing. (Y/N)!” You looked up witheringly from your bowl of soup. It wasn’t their fault you were late to charms, forgot you robes, or lost house points. So, you couldn’t be mad.
“We have your robes, but I left it at the table. Wanna come over and get it?” George pulled at his ear while looking away from you. Narrowing your eyes, you tried to piece together what was exactly going on. Fred just smiled and nudged him brother towards the Gryddindor table. Reluctantly, you got up, stopping in front of Fred.
“You better not do anything, Fred Weasly.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he smirked while watching you two walk off. Once you two were turned around and far enough away, Fred darted into his robes to pull out the love potion from earlier. He emptied all of it into your soup as discreetly as possible, then slipped the empty bottle away. The soup started to turn a pale pink. Fred grabbed your spoon and stirred frantically. Two seconds before you two came back, the color dissipated. He dropped the spoon.
“Thanks for the robes, guys.” He gave George a thumbs up from behind your back. You sat down and took a large spoonful of the soup. They both quickly leaned over to try to make eye contact. Surprisingly, nothing happened. “Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing… weird…” they said at the same time. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took another spoonful.
“Ooookay then. Bye, guys.” Slowly they inched away from the table and headed back to their own. It wasn’t the potion that was wrong, you brewed it, so what could it have been? Sitting down, they were both deep in thought.
“You guys okay?” Harry, Ron, and Hermione were shooting them weird looks from across the table. Eyes now locked on Hermione, they both leaned across to whisper yell.
“Why wouldn’t a love potion work?” Hermione smirked and shook her head.
“Cause you guys probably brewed it wrong.”
“But assuming someone knowledgeable in potions brewed it for us…?” Hermione blushed and stuttered.
“W-well, they don’t really work if there’s already feelings there.” They slowly turned to each other, then back to your table. There you were drinking the portioned up soup like nothing was wrong.
“Wicked”
“Wicked”
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thechillmage · 3 months
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title ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ the quiet Slytherin
summary ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ the Weasley twins prank a random Slytherin before feeling bad and apologizing to her, but Fred seems to like her.
pairing ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ fred weasley x fem!reader
au ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ harry potter
"Look, Freddie, that's our new target," George pointed to a slytherin girl sitting all by herself in the Grand Hall. From what they know, she isn't friends with many people, only some pureblood supremacists. She looked up, noticing eyes on her, and looking directly at the twins, who smirked and looked down at their plates. "Oi, why are you looking at the blood traitors?" Draco sneered, sitting next to her, waiting for her reply. "I'm not looking at them. They were staring at me." Y/n replied. Draco nodded before looking around for Blaise, who was nowhere to be seen. "Why are you even here?" she asked him, "You're right, I should go find Blaise, I swear he was with me a minute ago before he disappeared." he replied, getting up and leaving her alone. She sighed before noticing the golden trio looking at her, or, glaring at her. She glared at them, too, not wanting to look friendly. She was sick of being nice. All those years of being nice and well mannered only got her friends from Slytherin, but she didn't like anyone from there. They only cared about blood status, but she was getting bored of that. She got up and left the Grand Hall, going to her class, not noticing a pair of redheads following her with their eyes. "And off she goes, now, the plan. What are we gonna use to prank her?" George asked, turning to his twin. "Something that will mess her clothes up?" Harry intruded, "she probably hates getting her clothes ruined. You've seen how much she dresses up while going to Hogsmeade." he finished his sentence before continuing to eat. The twins grinned, thanking Harry for the idea before getting up and running out of the hall to get something.
As Y/n was going to the Slytherin Dungeons after her classes(finally) finished, she heard laughter behind her, stopping in her place and turning around to check if there was anyone. A drop of water fell on her head, scaring her. She looked up, noticing a big balloon hanging right above her head, before she heard someone say a spell before the balloon popped, spilling all the water on her. She screamed, the water being the coldest water she ever felt, noticing a pair of tall redheads running away, laughing at her. She looked down at her now wet clothes, shaking her head and turning to the Slytherin dungeon, muttering the password and getting out. "Lord, have mercy, what happened to you?" Pansy questioned, giggling. "The twins." Y/n muttered, going away from them, straight to her dorm to get changed. She felt sad, asking herself why they would prank her. Did she do anything wrong? Constant questions flying through her head, slowly turning into overthinking. Do they always prank slytherins? She was glad they didn't do it in front of everyone.
"Did anyone ask you to the ball? It better be a pureblood boy from a wealthy family?"The letters her mother wrote were cold, always. Constant questions whether or not Y/n found a boyfriend, still, always the same answer: no. At first, she wanted to ask her mother not to go to the ball, but there wasn't an option for that."You better go to the ball," ran through her head all the time, ever since she got the expensive gown. She lied to her mother that no one asked her. Some boys from Slytherin did ask her to go with them, but she said no, disgusted by them. While she was staring at the empty piece of parchment, thinking how to reply to the letter, Fred Weasley was running around the castle, looking for the perfect girl to take to the Yule Ball. After quickly writing, she called her owl and gave it some treats, "Go on, Raven, deliver this to mother." She walked down the dormitory stairs, looking around the common room, which was strange enough, empty. She shrugged and continued walking, going to the Grand Hall for dinner. She got out of the common room, humming a song she heard a long time ago.
She was enjoying the calmness and silence before a similar redhead bumped into her, almost making her fall. A hand snaked around her waist, pulling her up before she even got the chance to fall. As she looked up, she was met with a shocked Fred Weasley, and he managed to surprise himself by pulling her into him. She felt as if she were petrified, frozen, yet it wasn't from the cold, but from the sudden affection from him. He slowly removed his hand from her waist, looking down in shame, "I-uh uhm, apologize for bumping into you." he said, looking at her flustered face. She nodded and went around him, continuing to the grand hall. "Wait!" he called out. "Yes?" she turned around. He walked up to her, "Sorry for the water balloon. By any chance, are you going to the Yule Ball with someone?" he said. She couldn't comprehend what he was saying, only being able to shake her head. Looking up at him, "No, why?" she asked. "Would you mind going with me?" he blurted out, looking at her with a blank stare. She looked up at him, staring at him wide-eyed out of shock. "Why would you aant to go with me?"she asked, unsure about his question. "A few hours ago, you and your dumb twin pranked me by spilling water on me, knowing how much i hate it. And now you're asking me to go to the Yule Ball with you? What were you too busy with pranks and forgot to ask some other girl and I'm the last chance you have?" she attacked him, making him blush in embarrassment. "What? cat got your tongue? Or are you trying to find a way to trick me?" she intruded. He inhaled, noticing her perfume, before looking down to her, "Yes, you are the last option, but not the worst option. I wouldn't ask you if you weren't as beautiful as you are right now. Bloody hell, you look beautiful without even trying. I said I'm sorry for the prank, and I beg for your forgiveness. I can repay you by making you have the best night in your life if you go with me to the Yule Ball, so please, do you want to be my date?" he ended his rant. No one ever said that to her, not even her mother nor father had called her beautiful. She blushed before replying: "Thank you, Fred, and yes, I will go as your date to the Yule Ball." , turning around and going to the Grand Hall. While Fred only stared at her until she was out of his sight, wondering how he managed to get you to go with him.
yippe!!! finally finished another one. I hope everyone likes it, not proofread(hopefully there aren't many mistakes)
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there could be a possible part two. If anyone wants it, it would only be about the yule ball :)
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artbymaranne · 1 year
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Some good ol’ Fred Weasley fanart for the crowd.
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l0standn0tf0und · 4 months
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even more of my fav works with George Weasley
first part
second part
fourth part
fifth part
♡ = smut, 18+ only
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an exhibition of muggle duelling
family reunions
shower buddy
neville’s sister
squeaky stairs
spontaneous
it’s my treat
baby mine
pillow talk
show me
for you
strong
♡polaroid
♡desperado
♡oh, so quiet
♡lazy morning
♡quiet sundays
♡beautiful man
♡cockwarming
♡unintentionally
♡the honeymoon
♡bright mornings
♡a smutty fic for george
♡take it out on me (nonspecific male lead)
Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original authors: @georgie-weasley @emeritusemeritus @lottiebagley @rip-us-xoxo @george-weasleys-girl @thoseofgreatambition @weasley-kings @steviemae @roonilwazlibimagines @vibraniumwing @will-on-the-internet @harrypotterximagines @wandsandwheezes @maricoolerthanme @theweasleysredhair @igncrantbliss @wandsandwheezes @sapphicwhxre @george-weasleys-girl @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @george-fabian-weasley @give-her-hell-from-us-pevees @weasley-wizard-writes
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sunnyyyyyyyynnus · 2 years
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Ginny: *looking sad*
Percy: Want me to tell you a joke?
Ginny: *looks up, shocked*
Percy: *Hesitates* Don't be sad, cuz sad backwards is das, and das not good for you
Ginny: ....
Percy: umm Ginny are you ok?
Ginny: *screaming at the top of her lungs* PERCY JUST TOLD A JOKE
The Weasley twins from a few miles away: NO FREAKING WAY
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blackbirdi · 26 days
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Harry Potter Incorrect Quotes #4
Fred: George, there's a monster under my bed and it's really ugly.
Ron: *From the bottom bunk* Honestly, fuck you.
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mystic-sn0w · 8 months
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blindbisexualgoose · 6 months
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I finally figured out that for me to like a fictional man they either have to be morally grey or chaotic good and there is literally no other option sorry
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