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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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Heaven on earth

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 2852

summary: You spent Christmas at the burrow with the rest of the Weasleys while trying to get over your long-term crush Fred Weasley because you weren’t sure how your best friend Ginny would react to your feelings.

Trigger Warnings: One tiny sexual thought, Fred calling you ‘sis’ twice maybe?, parents being judggy, horrible writing, kissing and mentions of sex

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You were at the burrow for Christmas with your best friend Ginny Weasley. Your parents were away for a trip and you were going to stay at Hogwarts, but then Ginny found out and insisted that you stay with her. When you refused for the first time, she practically dragged you here.

You loved Ginny and all the Weasleys, you would’ve loved staying with them for Christmas and even for the rest of your life. There was however a small complication, you’ve liked Fred for two years. The only reason this would be a problem is because when you first started hanging out with Ginny she confessed about how many other people she befriended only used her to reach her brothers.

You then promised that you would never do that to her, but you were eleven when you said that. Boys were disgusting creatures, some of them still are but there are few exceptions. You first started catching feelings for Fred when you were thirteen and now at the age of fifteen your feelings only intensified.

You couldn’t help but believe that even if Ginny’s feelings wouldn’t get hurt by assuming that you used her for this long, Fred only views you as a little sister since you hung out so much with Ginny.

Fred had done things that could’ve made you think that he actually liked you but then he’d go and call you a good friend for his sister. Back in your third year he called you ‘sis’ you had spent the week on the verge of crying, and then he asked Angelina to the yule ball, it only made you sadder. You couldn’t even talk to Ginny about it, so your feelings were bottled up for a long time. Now you have a better grip of your feelings considering your best friend's brother.

You were now being greeted by everyone at the burrow, Molly gave you a kiss on your head and said how happy she was to see you. You gave her a smile and you greeted Bill, Charlie and George; and you had even talked to Harry who even though he had been on the train together you didn’t talk to him. You had already talked to Ron earlier so you didn’t bother talking to him.

Fred then came down rushing in, saying out loud “What’s happening?” When he reached the bottom of the stairs his eyes skimmed the room smiling when he noticed his siblings.

Even though Ginny mentioned that Fred and George -as they should- still spent Christmas at the Burrow, you weren’t ready to see Fred. You had always been able to tell Fred and George apart even by the slight differences on their faces.

You would never admit it but most of your time in the Great Hall was spent looking at Fred not eating. His smile fell off his face when he saw you standing there, you averted your gaze from him; on the train you had decided that now that you were going to see Fred it would be the perfect opportunity to get over all your feelings.

You would now see him for almost three weeks and that means you wouldn’t have time to fantasise about him; and you could focus on his flaws -which you were yet to find any that bothered you enough to get over him-

You watched as he greeted Ron, Harry, and Ginny; you tried not to notice the cute smile on his face as he saw the rest of his family for the first time in a while, and you suppressed the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Molly ushered everyone to the kitchen and you said in a raised voice “I’m going to go get my bags, I left them outside.”

You went out the door and started to grab your heavy suitcase; when you had lifted it near your chest you noticed it got much lighter. You at first thought you were getting stronger but then you heard a small “Hi.”

You let out a small squeak and jumped slightly letting go of the suitcase, taking a step away. Fred was standing there with your heavy suitcase in one hand, you noticed how the veins in his hands and arms flexed; and you tried not to think about them around your body and your neck.

He had the other hand in a wave motion, you then said “Hey.”

“I just came out to help you with your bag, and uh I didn’t get to talk to you when I came downstairs.” He said as he moved closer to you and let go of your bag, putting it on the ground. You didn’t notice what he was doing until he had wrapped you in a tight embrace, you ignored the butterflies and put your arms around him. You didn’t let yourself indulge in the moment and his comforting smell -marshmallows and fireworks-

Fred let out a large sigh when he put his arms around you, he felt himself relax even more as you reciprocated his hug. As soon as he saw you in the Burrow his heart almost leaped out of his chest, and he didn’t know how to react -not expecting to see you there- So he wiped his face from all emotion as he did in emotional moments. He was going to the kitchen when George elbowed him in the ribs and told him to go help ‘his future girl’ with carrying her bag.

He knew for a fact that right now while Ginny, his dad and mom were preparing the dinner, all his siblings and Harry were looking out the window watching this interaction with their full attention. George had found out about his feelings because of how much his gaze went to you during Hogwarts; and Ron and Harry found out by how much of Fred’s letters to Ron were mostly questions about you. Bill and Charlie found out by Ron blabbing about it in front of them, he got teased endlessly by his older brothers. He would’ve asked Ginny for the information about you and he did but he then stopped when his mom lectured all of the brothers about how Ginny thinks that all her friends like her because of them.

He couldn’t do that to his sister so instead he opted to talk to Ron about you and make all his brothers swear not to tell Ginny about his obvious feelings. He started liking you last year and he cringed at the memory of him calling you a sister in his sixth year. He let go of you slowly, noticing that the amount of time you both hugged would’ve been too much for you not to notice his feelings.

He grabbed your bag from the ground and you smiled at him gratefully, he didn’t utter a single word as he walked to the burrow with you beside him. He opened the door for you then he put the bag down, he looked at you with a slight blush -that you didn’t notice.

“Thanks.” You said looking at him, he averted your gaze and replied “No problem, sis.” He then turned around and went quickly to the kitchen, and you tried not to give a single care to the sinking feeling in your chest and you reminded yourself that this is the reason why you have to get over him; and it seemed as if it wouldn’t be that hard because he didn’t talk to you for the next two days.

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It was Christmas and you were in Ginny’s room putting on a warmer jacket while everyone was downstairs exchanging presents. You had gotten Molly a muggle cook book and Arthur a bunch of muggle stationary with a camera, and you had gotten Ginny a broomstick kit. Ginny insisted that you only get presents for three people because of how you didn’t know that you were coming and that she didn’t want you spending too much money with your parents out of the country.

You picked up the jacket and went to stand in front of a mirror to put it on when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” you said, and watched as Fred came into the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, a feeling of slight hurt going over you at remembering him calling you a sister. You had talked to him after but only the essential things like "Fred can you pass me the salt?” and him giving it to you and after a small thanks from you a small, “no problem.”

“Hi.” He said, and you replied with a small awkward, “hi.”

He stepped closer to you as he said “I got you something.” Only then you registered the small red box he had in his hand, and then you quickly felt both flattered and guilty “Fred, I didn’t get you anything; you shouldn’t have.”

He waved a hand in a dismissing motion, he felt nervous; which he never did around girls, maybe it was because he actually liked you and that he would actually feel sad if he ruined your already fragile relationship. He only called you a sister once again because he felt nervous and it’s an immediate feeling dismisser. After he had told his brothers the story they had a good laugh and they told him to get you a gift to try to mend your friendship, because if that’s the only thing that you both could have together he wanted it all.

He spent hours trying to find the perfect gift for you, he had found Angelina also shopping for a gift and when he asked her for advice after laughing at his face she told him to get a customisable one. He had got you a necklace that said “amica mea” It meant “my love” in latin, and he wasn’t smart enough to know that so that was another thanks to Angelina.

You watched as he handed you the box and said “Merry Christmas.” You grabbed the box from him with a blush that matched its colour, and you opened it and there was a silver necklace with some words that you were too nervous and flattered to ask what they meant. “Can you-” you said as you motioned between the necklace and your neck.

He nodded quickly as he said “yeah, yeah.” He ran behind you and took the necklace from your hand and opened it, he pushed your hair from your neck which caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and butterflies to start flying in Fred’s stomach. You looked at him from the mirror and watched as he placed the necklace around your neck, his hands lingered there for a few seconds; before your eyes connected in the mirror.

You turned around and your turn made your hair fall on your back once again, you shyly tilted your head up to him and said “I really like it. Thank you.” He shook his head slightly as he looked at you and said “It’s nothing.”

You kept looking into his eyes as you asked “What does it mean?” You didn’t notice the blush on his face but you did notice his gaze going to your lips, and you couldn’t help but lick them under his gaze. “It means-” he cut himself off as he leaned in slightly and licked his own lips and he continued “It means-”

His sentence was cut off by Ginny entering the room saying your name loudly and followed by “Dinner’s ready!” You and Fred moved apart quickly and you hoped she wouldn’t notice your blush or the necklace. Her eyes skimmed the room and both of you then repeated her sentence “Dinner’s ready, come on let’s go.”

You nodded as you quickly left the room trying to erase the blush from your face while going down the stairs. You had forgotten to put on the jacket that was still on your arm and you put it on. When you reached down stairs, it seemed that you and Fred had a mutual unspoken agreement that you wouldn’t mention what could’ve happened and that you both would ignore how your hearts skipped several beats at the thought of the interaction.

Molly had ushered everyone together so Arthur could take a picture of the entire family with you and Harry at Christmas. While everyone was standing into the frame, Fred watched as his father struggled to work the camera that you got him. Charlie, Bill and George all kept switching places until you and Fred were standing beside each other.

He glared at his brothers while they gave him shameless smiles. Ginny and you wrapped your arms around each other when Ginny whispered a joke to you, you laughed and an instant smile appeared on Fred’s face and then Arthur clicked the camera.

Molly replicated the picture into two and gave you one and framed the other with her wand. It was a moving picture because you asked George to charm it. The picture was everyone smiling while you burst into laughter from Ginny’s joke. You didn’t notice Fred looking at you like he just found out that there was a heaven on earth because of you but Ginny did.

***

You had your bags in your hand as you were standing in front of the door, you waited for everyone to go downstairs and say goodbye to you. You wore a dress because your parents were coming today and they always judged you and you wanted to make them proud so you tried to look good.

Fred entered the room, you were still wearing the necklace he gave you and you were frantically straightening out your hair and outfit trying to look as perfect as possible. When you saw him you asked “Do I look okay?”

He nodded and said “you look beautiful as always.” A blush covered your cheeks when he came closer to you and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His gaze lingered on your lips and then you decided to be brave, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips against his.

you pull back feeling him unmoving; you see him frozen, face emotionless. Apologies immediately start tumbling from your mouth, mostly consisting of swear words and ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I should have asked you first’. your face is extremely flushed 20% from the kiss and 80% from embarrassment. You moved back several steps, and you grabbed your suitcase again.

Then you hear him mumble a few words that you didn't catch. “What?” you asked in a dazed voice, trying to suppress the blush that is on your face right now; and trying to recover from the embarrassment.

“Do it again.”

Now you’re the one whose frozen, your blush intensifies. He probably catches on to the fact that you won’t be moving any time soon and adds, “or I will.”

Then the next thing you know is his lips on yours. He had crossed the room in a matter of seconds, and cupped your face with both his hands. Your face fit perfectly in his hands as if he was made to hold you and you made to be with him. After the shock from his actions had fully settled you let your suitcase drop on the floor carelessly and you fisted the collar of his robes in your hands and pulled him down, so you can kiss him properly.

You felt him smile in the kiss and you smiled as well, you then were interrupted by several loud cheers from George, Bill, Charlie and Ginny. You were embarrassed and you were worried that Ginny was mad but then you registered the cheering and that she said “About time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and Ginny rolled her eyes at your reaction. She let out a large scoff and said “You seriously didn’t think I’d notice you gawking at my brother for the past two years everyday.” She saw Fred smirk and she then turned to him and added “Don’t get too cocky yourself, you couldn’t send me a letter for an entire year without asking me about her. You also gave her a necklace with the words ‘My love’ written on them, you weren’t really subtle.”

George, Bill and Charlie erupted with laughter at both your faces. You said goodbye to everyone and then you walked out only to find Fred holding your suitcase smirking “I’ll take you back.” You smiled at his words and went with him.

You didn’t get home until after midnight. You and Fred got side-tracked and he insisted on taking you out on a date that involved more kissing and a lot more than that.

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pottersfia · 2 years

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Hi could I request Theo x Slytherin reader where reader gets asked to Yule by Harry and Theo gets all sour and jealous about the situation until he finds out reader turned Harry down because of her strong feelings towards him 💚

this was fun to write here u go :)

word count: 779

the news spread fast. harry told ron about his plan to ask you to the yule ball, but ron being completely unaware of his surroundings decided to shout out, "you're asking y/n?!" harry's eyes went wide and he covered ron's mouth.

"not so loud! we're in the bloody library." he whispered shouted. ron pushed his hand away.

"well i'm sorry but i never thought the harry potter would ask out a slytherin to the yule ball." he whisper shouted back.

"y/n is nice! and pretty, and i think she'll say yes." he said.

this news got straight to you of course.

"oi, y/n, you'll never guess what i just heard." draco walked up to you with a cheeky smile. you were standing outside of the great hall, about to join everyone for lunch. you let out a dramatic sigh.

"what is it this time?" you looked up at him.

"apparently potter is planning to ask you to the yule ball! hilarious isn't it!" he chuckled. your eyes slightly widened as you raised your eyebrows.

"he's asking me?" you, unlike draco, didn't hate harry potter, but you weren't exactly best friends. you had a few classes together and talked occasionally, even waved or said hi to eachother in the hallways, but you never thought he'd want to ask you to a dance. you didn't care to have a date and told all your friends that, but the truth was you had someone else you wanted. theodore nott had been your friend for a while, but just recently did you grow feelings for the boy. you believed there was no way he saw you as anything more than just a friend, so you settled for his friendship.

to make things worse, you saw harry stand up in the corner of your eye and he seemed to be walking your way.

"uhh, i'm gonna go." you almost whispered.

"what? why?" he watched as you tried to walk the opposite way of the great hall but bumped into theodore.

"sorry, y/n. where are you in such a rush to?" he smiled at you. you smiled back trying to hide ur current state of mind from your face.

"i just, uh, need to use the bathroom! see you later." the boys watched you quickly walk away.

"is she ok?" theodore asked draco. before he could reply, harry walked past them in her direction making draco laugh.

"potter's about to ask your girl to the yule ball, mate." theodore froze.

"he's asking her?" theodore's entire body felt tense. he looked down the hall and surely enough, there the two of you were talking. he hated the sight.

“theo? you look like you’re about to punch him.” draco said in a joking tone but the other boy did not laugh along.

“i need air.” he walked opposite of you and harry to get outside, hopefully calming himself down.

the next day you walked out of your last class with harry, laughing at something he said.

“see you later, y/n.” you smiled and walked towards the slytherin common room.

“y/n!” you turned around to see theodore walking up towards you.

“hey, theo.” you smiled.

“so i see you’re spending more time with the chosen one.” he seemed to be teasing you but his face was practically hardened.

“uh, more time? it’s nothing more than usual.” it was silent for a few moments and you couldn’t take the awkward air. “why, are you jealous?” you smiled up at him again.

“w-what? no. i’m not.” he…stuttered? he never does that.

“chill, nott. i’m joking.” you laughed.

“i just mean since you’re going to the yule ball together it just makes sense.” you stopped walking and furrowed your eyebrows.

“we’re not going to the yule ball together.” you said. theodore stopped and looked at you confused.

“but i thought he asked you?” he said.

“he did but i said no.” you looked away, not enjoying the reminder of your dilemma yesterday.

“why would you reject the harry potter?” you looked at theodore again.

“honestly? i wanted to go with someone else.”

“someone… else?” you nodded. “who?” you stared at the boy in silence. there was no way you could tell him all you wanted was to be his, but the way he stared at you? you felt safe and assured and maybe, just maybe, he liked you too. if not you could always say it was a joke, right?

“you.” his eyes slightly widened and a small smile grew on his face.

“really?” he asked. you nodded. “well then, would you like to go to the yule ball with me, y/n?”

#theo nott x reader #theo nott #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you

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schmem14 · 5 months

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Hello friends! Recently, I participated in the fourth HP Rare Pair fest, and with 81 unique and beautiful entries it was a veritable FEAST for the eyes and heart and soul. (Check out the whole collection here)

I wanted to take a moment to post highlights of the fics that just really brought me to my knees in hopes that you’ll fangirl/boy/person over them with me!

1. Evergreen by @thecouchsofa (23k)- Harry Potter x George Weasley What would happen if Harry asked George to go to the Yule Ball with him instead of Parvati? This GOF Yule Ball AU is sure to slay you with sheer adorableness. I couldn’t stop smiling and squealing through the whole thing. This rare pair is one of my favorites, and this fic went above and beyond, plus it’s the perfect holiday read! Rating: T

2. Lonely Creatures by @apricitydays-lazynights (5k)- Severus Snape x Giant Squid The prompt to put these two together could easily have been pure hentai crack nonsense (which is a brilliant option) but this story did things to me that I can’t even put into words. It’s tender, melancholy, and cuts to the heart of Severus Snape’s isolation and longing to be seen and loved. The details of this are so richly woven, and I particularly enjoyed the authors’ focus on Mermlish/Merfolk. Standing ovation to this fic! Rating: E

3. Slice of Night by SquibNation10 (9k)- Aurora Sinistra x Severus Snape This was the fic that took me the most by surprise. I love the creativity in taking a character who gets very few canon details and making them real and beautiful and believable. Auror Sinistra is divine in this, and I’ll give some honorable mentions to both Argus Filch and Rolanda Hooch as excellent supporting characters that also don’t typcially get a lot of spotlight. What a gorgeous slice of life fic! Rating: T

3. Quick Quotes and Quibbles by RainstormRadish (3k)- Luna Lovegood x Rita Skeeter Rita and Luna have to work together to cover the wedding of Neville Longbottom and Pansy Parkinson. There’s just something about a story told in unconventional medium that will always ALWAYS pull me in! This unlikely pairing comes together in the sweetest way, their strong personalities balancing each other out until they become a formidable team. I particularly loved the graphics and paper trail memos/epistolary style storytelling. Rating: T

4. Your seat, it’s the best seat by @the-houseryn (17k)- Ron Weasley x Draco Malfoy MOVE OVER only one bed, there’s a new trope in town and it’s the ONLY ONE SEAT trope!! This was sexy, flirtatous, and hot AF. I’m always down for a Dron fic, but this one is one of the best I’ve read in a while, with some delicious pining and a predictably oblivious Ron. Do yourself a favor and indulge in the lap-sitting fic of the year! Rating: E

5. Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by @patriceavril (6k)- Percy Weasley x Stan Shunpike What was Percy up to in OTP/HBP? What a lonely life that must have been! This fic was soft and sweet, giving some much-needed love to a character that we all wrote off in canon for being a stuck-up prick. I love how Percy seeks out the warmth and comfort of the Knight Bus, coming back for more because of the kind-hearted and bubbly Stan Shunpike, who always insists on giving Percy free hot chocolate. I never expected to be so enamoured by this pairing, but I am! Rating: T

6. The monster you feed by @ghostfelicis188 (11k)- Regulus Black x Remus Lupin This canon-compliant fic tore me to shreds. TO SHREDS. Like, I am such a simp for tragic Remus romances, and this took the cake. Features: pining artist Remus, and shit-eating cruel Regulus who toys with Remus the whole damn fic. If you like hurt no comfort, this is the fic for you. *Chefs Kiss* Rating: M

7. Gilded Web by @emilyrickman AlihotsyTotsy (8k)- George Weasley x Blaise Zabini I cannot believe that this understated fic packed such a punch in 8,000 words. George agrees to an undercover operation to investigate the mysterious deaths of Mrs. Zabini’s deceased husbands. He is so pure in this, his characterization charming and believable, I just need more of this George! Bonus points for references to “the Sting” Rating: M

8. Sleeping with Ghosts by @ghaniblue (21k)- Harry Potter x Regulus Black x Draco Malfoy My initial thoughts when encountering this relationship tag was something akin to a bewildered head scratch but OMG the best thing about this fest is having expectations completely upended! This fic slayed hard with a slow burn, found family, semi-sentient house renovation angle that had me completely melted by the end. Rating: M

9. The Last Trial of Peter Petegrew by @sleepstxtic (20 k)- Peter Petegrew x James Potter If possible, I’d like to ram this fic down the throats of all my mutuals with a plea to PLEASE READ THIS FIC. I can’t begin to describe in a tiny paragraph what this did to me. Often Peter Petegrew is relegated to the traitor bus in fandom (understandable) but this took every mean and traitorous part of his character and made me almost like him despite his treachery! The format of this was also a delight to read, and I love that Hermione presents the case for Peter Petegrew in this meta purgatory-style courtroom drama. Rating: M

10. Anatomy of a memory by @venom0usbarbie (9k)- Ginny Weasley x Tom Riddle This story was pure poetry wrapped in a sinister diary-shaped package. I love the self-fulfilling prophecy nature of this time loop style storyline, as well as the toxic obsession and manipulation played out between Ginny and Tom. What a mindfuck ending that was, too! Kudos to the “Tom Riddle is his own Warning” tag. Rating: M

11. Sweet Boy by @maraudersaffair (6k)- Narcissa Black Malfoy x Harry Potter A not-quite-fake dating fic with lots of smut, thirst, and mommy/praise kink? Yes, please! I was literally panting by the end of this, Harry and Narcissa are so hot together! Rating: E

12. Growing Suspicion by nocturn (1.8k)- Neville Longbottom x Marcus Flint Someone keeps mutilating Neville’s plants, and he’s going to get to the bottom of it OR that time Marcus expresses feelings but doesn’t understand proper plant care. This fic was A-DOR-ABLE. Love me a good Hogwarts professors/staff fic, and this was just a bite-sized delight to read. Rating: G

13. For Your Burning Gaze by SquibNation10 (22k)- Neville Longbottom x Pansy Parkinson The fic that I most want to see a sequel for award goes to… this Twilight Zone post-war marriage law fic complete with creepy house elves and a very troubled Pansy, who seems to be the only one realizing that something is not quite right! This is one of the best Panville fics I’ve read, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. Rating: E

Thanks to @hprarepairfest for putting on another amazing fest!

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 5 months

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An unpopular hinny opinion?

You know what's funny? I have like fifty different takes I could give you, but I'm going to go with something that's been living rent free in my head since I wrote Harry and Ginny's reunion.

I believe in the first months after the war, Harry wouldn't be particularly fond of Ginny's friendship with Neville, I believe he would be jealous (not because he would actually have anything to worry about of course). I don't think it's something that would ever become a problem, but if during those months someone had asked Harry if he wanted to hex Neville, he would've waited a second before saying "no".

But this opinion of mine is based on what?

Neville, like Luna, has always been closer to Ginny than Harry, this is not a mystery. I've always found very telling for example how in OotP, Neville and Luna get involved in the Ministry business because of Ginny, in contrast, Ron and Hermione get involved because of Harry. Harry goes because of Sirius, and Ginny underlines how she wants to go because of Sirius. It's a very significant moment that defines the dynamics we'll see again in DH.

Neville's closeness to Ginny is also remarked by Ginny being the one reminding James to say "hi" to Neville in the epilogue.

The thing is though: while Neville and Ginny are friends, they aren't close enough in the first six books to justify Neville being Albus' godfather. So, of course, the experience that would explain Neville being appointed that role is Neville and Ginny's year leading the rebellion at Hogwarts (also in the perspective that an epilogue should be justified by the previously told story). This means that Harry left Ginny and Neville's relationship before the hunt as a good friendship and came back to a much closer bond. From Harry's perspective, it's a bit like it happened in a second. In a way, to him, it's unjustified, and therefore on some level menacing.

Now, this is the premise, but there are other elements.

Neville had already been once a potential love interest for Ginny: when they went to the Yule Ball together. A date for Ginny that was carefully chosen by the author to not trigger any reviling feelings for Ginny in Harry. Neville at the time was someone Harry considered a loser, in no way a potential threat. And yet even back then, Harry's first worry, after he started dancing, was making sure Ginny was having a terrible time with Neville (lol). [I'm not saying Harry was in love with Ginny, but the first two books already establish a subconscious attraction towards Ginny]

After the war though, Neville is a war hero, and someone Harry has already recognised as valuable.

Plus, the idea that Neville was smart enough to ask Ginny to be his date goes to touch one of Harry's great regrets: not having noticed Ginny earlier.

With this am I saying that Harry doubts Ginny's love for him? No.

But the immediate post-war period is a very emotionally fragile one.

The simple fact that Neville and Ginny were involved in a dangerous situation together at Hogwarts is already potentially quite annoying to Harry. Not only is Harry used to being involved in anything dangerous that happens at Hogwarts, and not being part of this one thing would increase a sense of exclusion, but once Harry makes his peace with how in danger Ginny was during the war, the fact that Neville was there to protect her and he wasn't would annoy the hell out of him (he would also be grateful to Neville but that comes later). Harry's one priority in life is Ginny's safety and it's also a way in which he channels his love for her. I know it's a bit of a toxic male take, but I do think realistically Harry would live Neville's ability to be there for Ginny as a sort of "invasion of territory", protecting Ginny is his thing, during the war, it was the only way he had left to love her. The breakup is after all Harry's way of brainwashing himself into thinking that will keep Ginny safe.

Again, Harry would be aware that Ginny doesn't have romantic feelings for Neville, but sometimes a bit of jealousy can't be helped. Harry is possessive of Ginny, not in a toxic way, but let's put it this way: he's definitely on the spectrum's opposite side of a person who would want an open relationship.

I'm also quite sure that Ginny being someone any breathing creature drools after doesn't help to convince Harry Neville does not have feelings for her.

To summarise, the factors that would feed into Harry's jealousy would be a sense of inadequacy and a sense of exclusion from Ginny's life that he already displays in the sixth book. What originally started to trigger Harry's feelings for Ginny was the annoyance of not being a constant part of her life and the worry she was choosing someone else over him after years of subconsciously taking for granted she would never do that (any possible love interest of Ginny is never shown in a good romantic dynamic with Ginny until Dean, until Harry can be jealous because the story is ready for him to be).

#Imagine if #Harry chose to name his son after Snape because Ginny wanted Neville to be the godfather and Snape hated Neville #lol #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny

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romione-trope-fest · 2 months

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The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Title: The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Author: alltoowellread

Selected Trope: Fake NOT Dating

Summary: A non-Voldy AU where Hermione & Ron get together in 4th year and then keep it a secret…until they don’t.

Inspired by the Friends episodes The One With All The Resolutions and The One Where Everybody Finds Out.

Word Count: 4,943

Rating: General Audiences

TW: implications of underage shenanigans

Notes: Italics at the beginning indicate lines taken directly from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Although I did not put them in italics, there are also quite a few lines taken directly from two episodes of Friends (The One With All The Resolutions and The One Where Everybody Finds Out.)

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Harry climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face.

“Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.

“Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s that?”

“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”

Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water. Then, as Hermione turned on her heel to storm up the girls’ staircase, Ron raced across the room and grabbed her arm before she could take another step. Hermione turned to him, face tense as if she expected Ron to continue their row with another biting remark. But Ron’s face was determined rather than angry now. And Hermione’s expression quickly turned to shock as he leaned down and kissed her.

Harry immediately sank back into the portrait hole. It was clear that neither of them had noticed him entering and he very much wanted to keep it that way now that they were…well, snogging. Ron and Hermione were snogging. Hermione had very quickly gotten over her shock and returned Ron’s kiss fervently, so that Harry’s two best friends were now without a doubt groping at each other and kissing as if their life depended on it.

Harry turned on his heel and decided to go anywhere that wasn’t the common room. Even the Slytherin common room would be preferred.

Harry very much hoped that his friends would realize where they were quite quickly so that they would move somewhere a bit more private. Harry thought it was lucky that it was he who had caught them, as any other member of the Weasley family or even another Gryffindor student would have called them out immediately. As it was, Harry was much more inclined to ignore what he saw until Ron and Hermione decided to bring it up to him themselves.

Which they did…never.

Not over Christmas break.

Not for the remaining part of the school year.

Not even when they all came together again at the Burrow after a short time apart in the summer.

For the first few months, Harry wondered if Ron and Hermione had actually decided to ignore the kiss altogether. Besides a few weeks of awkward moments between the two of them when they were with other people, they didn’t give any indication that anything had happened at all. They even went back to their usual bickering fairly quickly after the night of the Yule Ball. No one else seemed to notice anything different about the two of them, and Harry expected he wouldn’t have either if he hadn’t seen them kissing with his own two eyes.

However, once Harry started paying closer attention, he realized that they often made up excuses for doing one thing or another that gave them ample time to be alone together without anyone else catching on. Hermione would go to the library to study instead of coming down to the Great Hall for dinner (nothing strange about that), and then Ron would suddenly remember something he had left in the dormitory (and it would take quite a long time for him to find whatever it was). Harry found it rather amusing, and since he didn’t particularly want the dynamics of their friendship to change if they didn’t have to, he decided not to push the subject.

***

Ron and Hermione’s luck ran out towards the end of the summer. Grimmauld Place, where they spent most of the holidays, was much larger than the Burrow and thus made it much easier to sneak off to various rooms under the guise of “cleaning”. Except one day the “cleaning” occupied both of them so much that they didn’t notice when a certain red-headed young woman walked past the very cupboard where they had decided to “clean”.

Ginny was so shocked that she was momentarily speechless. She decided to do the same thing that Harry had done upon catching his two best friends. She turned on her heel and walked right back where she came from.

Harry, who had been sent by Mrs. Weasley to find Ron and Hermione, ran right into Ginny as soon as she turned the corner. There were a few seconds of apologies and steadying each other, and then Harry noticed the look of shock that was still on Ginny’s face.

“Are you alright, Gin?” Harry asked. He looked furtively behind her down the hallway. “Is there some sort of boggart nearby or something that we’ve missed?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Ginny said quickly. “I just…uh…might have seen something.”

“Seen something?” Harry repeated, still looking worried. Then, remembering what he’d experienced months ago, he quickly realized where Ron and Hermioned might have gotten to and what that might have entailed.

Ginny, noticing the “ah-ha” moment that she recognized so well from Harry, immediately went from shocked to suspicious. She narrowed her eyes and said, “Do you know something?”

Harry still wasn’t sure if what he suspected had happened, had actually happened. Since he still wanted things to stay the way they were, he wasn’t willing to give anything away yet. He asked, “Do you know something?”

“I might know something,” said Ginny, crossing her arms.

“I might know something, too.”

“What’s the thing you know?” Ginny glared.

“Oh no,” Harry shook his head. “I can’t tell you until you tell me what you know.”

“Well, I don’t want to tell you what I know.” Ginny was now no longer shocked nor suspicious, but rather annoyed that she may have been out of the loop on a very interesting piece of information.

“Well then I can’t tell you what I know,” Harry insisted.

“Okay, fine,” Ginny huffed.

Neither of them moved for a few moments, since they were equally stubborn and didn’t want to be the first one to break. Harry, however, had had a much longer time to process what they both now knew, and curiosity eventually got the better of Ginny.

“All right,” Ginny spoke up, “how about I turn around and I walk back down this hallway and I will see that thing that I think that I know is actually the thing that I think that I know!”

Harry gasped. “You know!”

Ginny pointed at Harry. “And you know!”

“Yeah, I know!”

“Ron and Hermione?! Oh, this is unbelievable!” Ginny paused, her brow crinkling a bit. “Except not really. Hermione’s had a crush on Ron since second year and I’m sure Ron has had one on Hermione for at least as long. It’s more unbelievable that they both finally got over themselves and finally did something about it.” Ginny paused again, then glared at Harry. “How long have you known?”

“Too long,” Harry replied.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“Of course not. I didn’t want to bring it up if they weren’t going to.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and muttered what sounded like, “Typical.” Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she smiled slowly. “I’m going to give him so much hell about this.”

“Listen, I don’t think we should say anything about this to anybody. It would be too weird.”

“It would be too funny,” Ginny countered. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, since you don’t have siblings.”

“How would you feel if Ron got involved in your love life?” Harry countered.

Ginny had the decency to stop to think about it for a few moments. Then she sighed and said, “Fine. You’re right. But they’re lucky it was me who caught them, not Fred and George. They would have no mercy.”

***

Unfortunately, Fred & George were indeed the next ones to find out.

In fact, they found out in the presence of Ginny, who for Hermione’s sake (definitely not Ron’s) had actually become rather fierce about keeping their secret the longer it went on. Plus, she appreciated that it had become a little inside joke between her and Harry.

The three Weasleys were in a deserted part of the castle fine-tuning their Portable Swamp item. Normally the twins kept all of the products they were testing under wraps, but since Ginny had been the one to joke about a portable swamp they had decided to include her in on its creation. Plus, George admitted that she “had good ideas sometimes I guess”. As they were casting not-quite-allowed charms in a large hallway, they had made sure to put up wards that made it impossible for someone to see or hear them unless they were right on top of them, which didn’t seem likely given that this wasn’t a very well-known part of the castle. Plus, the three of them kept an eye on the Marauders’ Map that Harry had let them borrow.

Fred noticed the two dots on the map first. His first thought when seeing that it was Ron and Hermione was that they were on their prefect rounds. “Shit!” He exclaimed.

“What?” George and Ginny said together, glancing at the map simultaneously.

George had the same thought as his twin and said, “Let’s hope the wards work. Looks like they’re coming down the opposite stairway. That’s pretty far away. With any luck, they won’t come any closer.”

Ginny, knowing the real reason why Ron and Hermione found themselves in such a secluded area, was less worried about being caught than catching. “Why don’t we just finish up and leave before they get too close?”

“It’ll be fine,” Fred insisted. “We’ll just keep quiet.”

Ginny was at a loss as to what to do next. She decided there was only so much she could do to help Hermione (again, definitely not Ron), and if the two of them were careless enough to be caught by the twins then it was not her fault. Ginny decided to keep her eyes firmly planted on the map. George did the same. Fred was the one to turn around to keep Ron and Hermione in sight in case a quick departure was necessary.

Ginny was not surprised when a few minutes later Fred shouted out, “Oh! Ohh! Ahh!!!”

George was surprised, and turned around quickly. “What?!”

“Ahhh!!” Fred continued. Then explained, pointing in the direction of the couple, “Ron and Hermione! Ron and Hermione!”

“Oh Merlin!” George cried, finally seeing what Fred was on about.

“RON AND HERMIONE!” Fred said again.

“OH MERLIN!” George repeated.

“OH!” Fred said as he turned away, finally deciding he had seen enough. “MY EYES! MY EYES!”

Ginny had had quite enough of their outburst and said, “Fred! George! It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“NO!” Fred shook his head violently.

George couldn’t seem to look away and also shouted, “THEY’RE DOING IT!”

“I know!” Ginny said, grasping George by the shoulder and turning him away. She took care not to look in the general direction of Ron and Hermione so as not to see anything she didn’t want to.

Fred gaped at her. “You know?!”

“Yes, I know!” Ginny admitted. “And Harry knows! But they haven’t told anyone yet and we don’t want to get caught so you two have to stop screaming!”

The twins’ survival instinct kicked in and they did stop screaming. They also quickly got rid of the portions of the Portable Swamp they had been working on and left the area as quickly and quietly as they could. By the time they cornered Harry in the Gryffindor Common Room, they were as outraged as Ginny had been about being left out of this secret.

“Fred and George just found out about Ron and Hermione,” Ginny sighed in explanation as she flopped onto the seat next to Harry, who was looking at Fred and George warily.

At that, Harry looked sharply at Ginny. “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “No. Harry, they know. We were in that part of the castle with the Camelot painting and we saw them from across the landing.”

“Actually,” George said, closing his eyes with a look of disgust. “We saw them doing it up against the Camelot painting.”

Fred chimed in, “So they don’t know that either of you know?”

Harry rubbed his face. “No, but you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know that we can just tell them that we know. Then all the lying and the secrets would finally be over.”

“Or,” George said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “we could not tell them we know and have a little fun of our own.”

Ginny immediately perked up, forgetting that she had decided to be a good friend and keep Hermione’s secret. Now that her brothers knew what was going on, she had returned to her initial desire of giving Ron hell. “What do you mean?”

Fred nodded thoughtfully. “Well, you know…every time Hermione says that she’s going to the library we’ll just say we need to go too.”

“Ohhh, I would enjoy that!” Ginny grinned.

“No no no.” Harry was now running his hands through his hair in exasperation. “You know what would even be more fun? Telling them.”

“No, I definitely want to do Fred and George’s thing,” Ginny said. “I warned you they would be merciless if they found out.”

“We’ll come back to the fact that you kept this from us little sis,” George glared at her.

“Definitely,” Fred said. “But for now we’ll focus on how we’re going to mess with them.”

Harry, seeing he was outnumbered, simply said, “Ugh.”

Before discussion could continue, Ron and Hermione came in through the portrait hall. Fred, never one to let something as pesky as planning interfere with a good opportunity, stood up and walked casually over to the two of them. Over his shoulder he whispered, “Watch and learn.”

“Hey!” Fred grinned at Hermione once he reached her side. He put an arm around her shoulders and gave a squeeze, ignoring Ron completely.

“Erm,” Hermione responded tentatively, clearly surprised. The small flush on her cheeks could have been from Fred’s attentions, or from her previous illicit activities with Ron. “Hello.”

“These robes look great on you,” Fred winked at her.

“Really?” Hermione squeaked out. She was definitely blushing because of Fred. Ron’s ears were also bright red now, and he was scowling.

Fred pulled away from Hermione slightly so that he could run his hand down her arm. “Yeah, the material feels so soft.” He leaned in and whispered (but loud enough for Ron to hear), “I bet what’s underneath is even softer.”

Hermione gaped at Fred. Ron looked like he was going to murder him.

“Well, bye then.” Fred thought they were both now sufficiently bothered and he could go back to scheming with George, Ginny and the unwilling Harry. But he couldn’t help himself from giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek as he left.

Both Ron and Hermione were too shell-shocked to look at anything in the Common Room but each other. If they had, they would have seen three red-headed figures shaking, trying to conceal laughter, and one black-haired figure shaking his head in disbelief.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron hissed.

“That was rather inappropriate,” Hermione agreed. Then, she started to look as if she were trying to solve a complicated Arithmancy Rune.

Ron merely looked like he wanted to throttle anyone who came in his general direction. “I don’t know what Fred is on about but…”

He trailed off at the same time that Hermione’s eyes widened. They seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time. She said, “Oh Merlin.”

Ron added, “He knows about us!”

Hermione nodded grimly. “He knows and he’s just trying to freak us out.”

“That’s the only explanation for it.”

Hermione huffed, rather offended. “Yes Ron, because how could he possibly be attracted to me?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Ron shot back. “Calm down.”

“Oh, because telling me to calm down always does the trick.”

Ron grinned, leaning in a little closer. “No, but it definitely makes me want to–.”

Hermione, laughing now, pushed him away and cut him off. “Fred thinks he’s so slick messing with us.”

Ron was back to being annoyed. He looked over at Fred, noticing who he was sitting with. Besides Harry, the group was too busy talking over each other and waving their hands around to notice that the subjects of their scheming were staring right at them. Harry didn’t notice because his face was planted firmly between his hands, clearly miserable.

Thoughtfully, Ron said, “But…they don’t know that we know that they know.”

Hermione was, of course, the cleverest witch of her age; but even she had to take a few moments to work that out. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Ron explained, “you should go over there and flirt back.”

“Absolutely not!” Hermione shrieked.

Ron, being just as much of a Weasley prankster as his siblings, was already scheming himself. “Yes, it’s perfect. He can dish it out but I doubt he could take it himself.”

Hermione (who like Harry didn’t have any brothers or sister, never mind Weasley siblings) was much more inclined to just admit to the relationship rather than play games. However, she was also annoyed to have been the object of such games and decided she should at least try to return the (uncomfortable) favor.

“What did you have in mind?” Hermione asked. “I didn’t exactly flirt with you, if you remember. I can’t exactly go over there and shout at him to admit his feelings for me.”

After a few minutes of back and forth between the two of them, Hermione walked over in the direction of Harry, Ginny, and the twins. Ron managed to find a part of the common room where he would have the ability to see everything that happened without being seen himself.

“Hello again Fred.”

Harry, Ginny, and the twins looked up at Hermione quickly, stopping their conversation immediately.

“Hullo,” Fred said neutrally, forgetting that he should be charming her. George elbowed him, and he immediately turned suave. “I mean, hello Hermione.”

“Sorry for being so…odd earlier,” Hermione said. Her voice wasn’t very steady, so she cleared her throat. “I mean, you just caught me by surprise. But now that I’ve had some time to get over the initial shock, I wanted to let you know that I’m…intrigued.“

It was Fred’s turn to get squeaky. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Hermione said. “Maybe sometime I can show you how soft my…robes…are.”

Although Hermione started off confident, she almost choked on the word robes. She then rushed off to the girls’ dormitory, clearly unable to keep up the charade any longer. Ron, knowing he was unable to join her because of the spell on the girls’ stairway, merely rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s questionable acting skills and went up to the boys’ dormitory.

Ginny recovered from her shock first. “I cannot believe she would do that to Ron–.”

Harry shook his head. “She definitely wouldn’t do that to Ron. And she could barely get out that pickup line out. They know you know.”

“Well that didn’t last long,” George sighed.

“I cannot believe those two,” Ginny fumed.

“They thought they could mess with us!” Fred said.

“But now they don’t know that we know they know we know!” George exclaimed.

“What?” Harry sputtered. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Fred, along with the other two Weasleys, ignored him. “If she wants a date? She’s going to get a date.”

Harry had no say in the matter as another plan started to take shape.

***

Fred commenced the first part of their plan the next morning in the Great Hall. He had managed to convince Harry to delay Ron from coming down to breakfast before Hermione. Ginny had pushed Hermione to go on down with her before the two boys, telling her that she didn’t want to be late for class. Both Fred and George were pleased to see Hermione finishing her breakfast alone when they walked in, as Ginny had just gotten up to leave when she spotted her brothers. She gave them a wink as she passed them.

“Be sexy,” Ginny whispered.

Fred snorted. “Please.” Then, “All right, I’m going in.”

Fred sat next to Hermione, who stopped with her spoon of porridge halfway to her mouth. She looked at Fred warily as he said, “So Hermione. I’d love to hang out tonight…in private.”

“R-really?” Hermione stammered.

“Oh absolutely.” Fred brushed her shoulder with his own gently. “Shall we say, around seven? Room of Requirement?”

“Umm…” Hermione managed to say.

By this time, Ron and Harry were walking into the Great Hall. Ron, seeing Fred sitting next to Hermione and her deer-in-headlights expression, narrowed his eyes. He and Hermione locked gazes and Ron nodded, then motioned with his hand as if to say Go on.

Hermione still wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue this charade. But she also very much wanted Fred to stop giving her his come hither look, so she simply nodded and said “Okay” in the hopes that would get him to go away.

“Good. I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on your…” he paused, raising his eyebrows meaningfully, then continued, “robes.”

And with another strategic brush of his shoulders, Fred rose from the table and strode out of the Great Hall. Ron and Harry had finally reached Hermione by this time. While Ron plopped himself next to Hermione, Harry decided that he would rather take his breakfast to go. He grabbed a handful of toast, mumbled something about having to finish some homework before class, and left quickly.

Neither Hermione nor Ron were disappointed by Harry’s exit, as it gave them time to catch up on what had just happened. As soon as Hermione had finished giving Ron a word-by-word account of what had just occurred, Ron said, “All right, this will be great. You just make him think you wanna fool around with him. It’ll totally stop him in his tracks.”

“What?!” Hermione hissed, blushing furiously. “Listen, how far are we going to take this? Specifically, how far am I going to have to go with Fred?”

“Relax,” Ron assured her. “He’s gonna give in way before you do.”

“How do you know?!”

Ron did not know. After all, Fred had a history of taking jokes very, very far. But Ron was more focused on winning this sibling rivalry than thinking logically. So he merely said, “Trust me. Just meet him tonight. I’ll be there too. It’ll be fine.”

As it turned out, the Room of Requirement became exactly what it needed for both teams. Most likely because both Fred and Hermione wanted a place that was private, but that also allowed the extra parties involved to listen in on the action. Hermione and Ron arrived first, so the room became a living room with a hidden room for Ron to stay in. Then, when Fred, George, Ginny and Harry arrived, the room created a hallway for this group to stand in.

Harry wasn’t going to join them at first, but Ginny had told him that “The sooner Fred breaks Hermione the sooner this is all over and out in the open,” so he had acquiesced to helping them.

When all of the onlookers were situated in their respective places, Fred knocked on the door that had appeared when he arrived at the Room of Requirement. Hermione answered it, trying not to look uncomfortable with the entire situation.

“Fred.”

Fred leaned against the doorframe and said, “Hermione.”

“Come in,” Hermione opened the door further and moved aside.

Fred was much better at this ruse, and strutted through the room as if he had no qualms about what was about to happen. Hermione both admired this and also was terrified by it.

Fred may have seemed unbothered, but he was starting to worry about just how far he would have to go to win this. While he didn’t find Hermione unattractive, he thought of her as a sister and was frankly a little disturbed about doing more with her than the innocent brushes of arms and shoulders he had already done. Plus, she was dating his brother now, and he did have a rule about messing around with anyone a family member or friend was interested in: don’t.

Suddenly, a bottle of Firewhiskey and two cups appeared on the counter of the room. Fred, noticing them first, was relieved and said, “Ah, perfect. Would you like some firewhiskey?”

Hermione wasn’t much of a drinker, but she decided this was the perfect time to start. She nodded, and Fred poured a knuckle’s worth of the drink into both of the cups. He handed her one, and they clinked their glasses together.

“Cheers,” Fred said.

They both downed their drinks in one gulp instead of sipping at it. Hermione spent another few moments coughing since she wasn’t used to the burn of the alcohol. Fred poured himself another glass and finished it just as quickly.

Sufficiently liquored up for the moment, Fred said, “So. Here we are. Nervous?”

“Me? No,” Hermione said, sounding nervous. “You?”

“Nope,” Fred said. “I want this to happen.”

Hermione nodded gravely and said, “So do I,” even though she clearly did not look like she wanted it happen.

Neither of them moved. Both of them jumped when music started playing in the room. Fred, feeling spurred on by the room, held out is hand and asked, “Want to dance?”

“Er, sure,” Hermione said.

She tentatively took Fred’s hand. He pulled her a little closer, and she stiffened. Fred, not wanting to pull her any closer either, merely put his other hand at her hip. They swayed like that for a few moments, the space between them as wide as if another person were in the middle.

Unable to take it any longer, Hermione pushed away. She said, “I have to…use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Fred said, secretly relieved that they were no longer dancing. “Okay. I’ll…uh…pour us more firewhiskey.”

Hermione was already opening the bathroom door before he could finish. Ron, who had heard everything, said, “We’ve almost got him, I can feel it.”

“This is getting out of hand,” Hermione insisted.

“We’re so close, Hermione,” Ron said. “Get back out there and seduce him until he cracks!”

At the same time, Fred was telling his crew, “She’s not backing down!”

“It’s Hermione,” Ginny said. “You can take her.”

“Maybe you should take off your shirt,” George suggested.

“Oooh yes, good idea,” Ginny nodded. “She gets embarrassed so easily, especially when there’s naked flesh.”

Harry, hoping this would have been over by now, said nothing.

Fred pulled his shirt off, handed it to George, and went back inside. He was closing the door again right as Hermione came out of the bathroom again. When she noticed that he now had no shirt on, she stopped and looked anywhere but him.

A few seconds later, she noticed that he was at the door and said hopefully, “Oh, you’re going?”

Fred whipped around quickly, which made Hermione start looking around again in order not to look directly at his bare chest. He said, “No, no. I’m not leaving. Just, uh, getting more comfortable.” He paused. “This is my chest.”

Hermione swallowed hard. “Yes, I - I noticed. It’s very…nice.” She was not, in fact, looking at his chest enough to determine if it was nice or not.

Fred had decided enough was enough, and that he needed to finish this off once and for all. He blurted out, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Hermione, now looking down at her shoes, seemed rooted to the spot as Fred came closer. Fred took his time crossing the room, pausing at each step. It was as if he was waiting for Hermione to break each time he moved one foot forward. She never did.

Finally, Fred’s feet were right next to hers, which she noticed because she was still looking determinedly down.

At this point, if Hermione had looked up, she would have seen the crease that had finally made its way on Fred’s forehead. He was not looking forward to this, but Ron had never gained the upper hand on him before and Fred wasn’t going to let him start now.

Fred decided to give Hermione a warning, at least, and said, “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”

Fred leaned forward, but as soon as he did Hermione jumped back as if he had burned her. She shouted, “Okay! You win! I can’t kiss you!”

Fred, looking triumphant, shouted, “And why not?!”

“Because I’m in love with Ron!”

At first, Hermione looked surprised by her own admission. Ron opened the bathroom door, looking just as shocked. They seemed to only have eyes for each other. Eventually a lopsided grin appeared on Ron’s face at the same time that Hermione started beaming.

As George, Ginny, and Harry opened the door behind Fred, Hermione repeated confidently, “Love him! That’s right, I love Ron!”

She ran to Ron and flung her arms around his neck. She told him, more quietly than her previous declarations, “I love you, Ron.”

Ron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. He was grinning broadly from ear to ear. “I love you too, Hermione.”

Then he kissed her long and hard, not giving a damn who knew about their relationship. To Harry’s immense relief, neither Ron nor Hermione cared any longer about keeping this a secret.

#submission #fake not dating #romione

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Reignite - George Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2.4k Warning : Harsh words maybe. Notes : One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again. Part II: Ember.

1994 has got to be the best year for one to be a student at Hogwarts. Though the Triwizard Cup has brought quite nasty tasks that endanger the safety of its champions, the Yule Ball last month had somehow made it all worth it. There might be hundreds if not thousands of new couples ever since that night ended. Including her and the younger Weasley Twin.

Though they did create a buzz when they first shared their kisses in the hallways, with everyone busy on their own romantic affairs, no one had a spare time to hold the torches for too long.

But that was precisely what they wanted. Being the castle’s prankster, George’s name was never a strange bell within the walls. He’s always been in the spotlight, along with Fred, with their antics and mischiefs. She on the other hand has quite the reputation for herself, being the brightest witch and the youngest Quidditch Team Captain of the year. Were they a couple in other years, they would certainly be the year’s it couple.

“Remind me again why I’m being dragged to your dormitory?” she moans a little as she tries to match her pace with Ginny’s steps.

“Because you’re my brother’s girlfriend and he could be quite an arse at times, so I would need his lion tamer around.” Ginny explains, grinning at her “I still can’t believe you’re with George. You’re sure he didn’t spike your drink with one of his love potions, yes?”

She rolls her eyes, “If anything, I might be the one you should suspect of spiking the other’s drink.”

“That’s impossible. George’s been drooling over you ever since we entered in first year. He’s always asked about you during our term breaks, you know.”

“Stop it, Gin. You’re making me fall for your brother harder now.”

“Well if it makes the both of you happy, then I’m all for it.”

The blush on her cheeks were becoming more visible as Ginny continued spilling George’s little crush on her. Being in Ginny’s year, she has always belittled her feelings for him, worrying that he would only see her as his little sister’s best friend. Worse, to see her as one of his own little sisters. Fortunately, the higher power up there was kind enough to lift her doubts as George asked her to be his Yule date a couple months ago.

The two girls haven’t even got their feet inside the room but they could already hear the banter exchanged by the people inside. She could recognise George’s voice in one of these distorted noises. A smile creeps on her face at the sound of his laughter.

“Wait,” Ginny says as she holds her hand, making her halt her pace “One thing I’ve learned growing up with brothers is that boys would use no filter when they talk amongst themselves. Shall we stick for a little while to see what secret they might spill?”

“What, and snoop on them?” she asks with an eyebrow raised “I don’t think I’m in any interest of knowing how many days has it been since Lee washes his underwear.”

“Just listen,” Ginny hushed, pulling her to a more secretive spot.

And so the two girls try to hear the group of boys from the other side of the room better by leaning on the wooden door. From the small hole of the door, they could see George who was seated on the sofa’s armrest with Fred on his side. Lee, Ron, Harry, and Dean were seated around them, looking comfortable with their friendly jokes and banter.

“So, Fred,” Lee called the ginger boy “How are you and Angelina? I haven’t seen the two of you together since that night. All is well in your kitchen, yes?”

Fred shrugs, “We went to the ball together, big deal.”

“What, you’re not dating her?” Dean asks this time “I thought you two are together.”

“Just because I danced with her does not mean I have to date her.”

“Dickhead.” Ginny hisses quietly.

“Well, finally a stark contrast between you two.” Lee says as he points at Fred and George “One is happily in a relationship while the other is a bitter rotten wanker.”

The group bursts into a small fit of laughter. The girls, too, chuckles quietly as Ginny nudges her in a teasing way.

“I didn’t know you could just come and dance. Always thought dating comes with the package.” George commented, lips still tucked in a smile “I would’ve ordered that one too had I known it was up for offer.”

The smile on her face dilutes. The boys’ laughter feels like a striking thunder on a bright sunny day. Is that really how George feels about their relationship? That it was just an undesired after effect of a night he wasn’t even half as excited as she was?

Ginny calls for her, taking her hand as a means of apology and support. Her face was filled with guilt, stammering to piece words together that could console her. She would certainly beat her brothers after this.

She forces a smile as she squeezes Ginny’s hand lightly, “I best go back to my own room.”

With tears threatening to fall from her eyes, she takes small hurried steps back to her dormitory, not caring Ginny’s call of her name. She could only hang her head low to everyone who greeted her and asked where she was going as the Gryffindor party was in the opposite direction. But she couldn’t answer them, let alone explain what had happened. It was just too much for her to bear.

As she got into her House’ Common Room, her cheeks were already wet from tears. Every smile exchanged in the morning, every lovely greeting they whisper whenever they’re together, and every kiss they’ve shared feels like a complete lie. A complete and utter rubbish orchestrated by none other than the very prankster himself.

She runs to her room, kneeling down to reach the suitcase underneath her bed. From it she took out a pair of red candles which wicks are connected to. She plans to use these candles for her divination class, but this calls for a more urgent occasion.

Her hands were shaking as she started to carve her name on one of the candles and his name on the other. A small voice in her head was telling her to stop, take a small pause and deep breath to think through all the possible scenarios there are., but she heard him say the words loud and clear. He didn’t really want to be in the relationship. He didn’t really want to be with her. It was her and her only who held a real feeling towards the other.

And now she wants to cut the cord.

Taking her wand out, she points at the wick. Textbooks are never precise about what certain magic spells or rituals would result, but cord cutting rituals have always been practised to cut a strong and binding infatuation and that is as good as a gateway door for her.

Closing her eyes, she repeats the hurtful words George utters in her head, using it as her fuel to really mean the ritual to work. With one deep breath, she stares at the candle with crestfallen eyes as she whispers, “Incendio.”

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George was frustrated to say the least. She has been so out of reach, busy with her house friends that he barely sees her in the hallways. Ginny was no help either when he tried to ask her about her wherebeings. Only giving him spats and angered half-spoken words as if he’s done a grave mistake that even his own sister wouldn’t forgive.

The more he thinks about what he’s done or hasn't done, the more puzzled he’s become. There’s only one way to get closure and she’s been playing cat and mouse with him for too long now. He needs his answers.

Spotting her walking with her group of friends at one of the corridors, George hurriedly ran through the sea of students and pulled her robe to the empty classroom. He closes the door right after they get in, pinning her that her back is pressed on the door as he looks at her with a lovely smile, “Hello, Love.”

To his surprise, she only blinks with no expression. Love was long gone from her eyes. They were now distant and cold, as if looking at a stranger. Her lips were pressed in a tight line, not in the very missed smile he so loves about.

“Love?” George questions, studying her face to catch the last trace of love he’s trying hard to find “Is everything alright?”

“Exceptionally ordinary, George.” she says flat, the joy and cheer that were always filling her tone was absent “Can I help you?”

George raises an eyebrow, “Can you help- What?”

“You pulled me away from my friends, do you need anything?”

George struggles to stitch the scrambling words in his brain. It feels like he’s pulled the wrong girl who looks exactly like her, but is apparently not her. She has never treated him with such passionless emotion, not even when they were still strangers. She was always known to be a friendly person and it’s certainly not what she’s showcasing right now.

“You’re joking with me.” George says in a nervous laugh, trying to piece some logical explanation to her sudden change of demeanour “You’re pranking me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why- I just- Did I do something wrong?” he asks after struggling with his sentences, desperate for answers “Love, tell me, did I do something wrong? Why are you so cold to me?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

George studies her eyes, trying to see if she was lying or playing games with him but her expression was unreadable. As if he was staring at a blank wall, not giving him any sign of her feelings nor true meanings. She’s just there, staring right back at him with no real answers.

He was never good at situations like this. He hated vague answers and responses with no real closure. She knew how bad he is at reading hidden meanings, how it took him months and Ginny’s infinite loop of ranting to finally gather the confidence to ask her out. That she has always been interested in him too.

If they weren’t painted scarlet red and written on the largest font available, best believe he would not pick it up.

“Alright, so we’re good, yes?” George asks hesitantly.

She nods, still not smiling.

But as George leans to plant a kiss on her forehead, she scoots away from him. The gesture was his only significant pointer that something is indeed amiss. He has yet to know the reason for her change of heart, but at least now he knows that he wasn’t just imagining the distance she’s creating between them.

“Love,” he calls softly, looking at her with pleading eyes “What’s going on?”

She shrugs, “Nothing’s going on.”

“Then why won’t you let me kiss you?”

“Why would you want to kiss me?”

George shakes her head, eyes widen in bewilderment, “W-What?”

“George, listen,” she says as she finally steps closer, looking at him this time with more intention in her eyes “I know. What you truly felt about our relationship, how you didn’t really want to date me, I know it all. So let’s not torture us both even more with your sweet bravado and just get off with it. We’re still friends, for Ginny’s sake.”

It was as if someone had shot his head pointblank on the forehead. None of her words made any sense in his mind. He loves her, he truly does. He’s tried his best to show her how much he’d love her, from all the private kisses they share to the public intimacy they show in the hallways, he’s done them all to show her the love he hoard for her.

And until half an hour ago, he was sure that she knew of it.

“I don’t understand.” George says, baffled “What are you talking about? Who put these ideas in your head?”

She sighs, “No one did. I just knew.”

“You just knew?”

“I heard you said it the other day at Gryffindor's party.” She confesses at last, sighing as the last strand of emotion she holds of him flows out of her chest “Look George, you don’t have to apologise or do anything about it. I forgive you. In fact, I couldn’t care less about it anymore. I’ve done the cord-cutting rituals so you don’t need to have troubles sleeping at night wondering if I’m heartbroken because I’m not.”

“You did what?” George questions, feeling more surprised as more words come out of her mouth “You didn’t even think about asking me first by what I meant of the joke? You just went there and cut ties with me, literally.”

She shrugs, still not showing much of an emotion, “I was only doing myself a favour. Being in love with her bestfriends’ brother who said it himself that the relationship he’s in was not out of his desire is enough of an embarrassment for one lifetime.”

George runs his fingers through his hair in desperation. He wasn’t aware of the mess he’s been entangled in for the past weeks. Hell, he wasn’t even aware there was a problem. She’s been away, sure, but he would never have guessed it was caused by anything remotely close to what it is.

Him and his smart mouth. How much he wants to cut his own tongue and have it thrown to the Black Lake right now. Now that he thinks of it, it certainly wasn’t a good joke to say, let alone have anyone hear it. He was happy with her, proud of her even, how could he ever come with such commentary?

“Love, I- Please, can we just-” George stutters, biting his nails as he sees the end approaching “Let me fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix, the candle is burnt.” She says, still detached to his pool of emotions “It’s done, George. Just forget it.”

George tries to hold on to her robe but she slips off his fingers and walks away. He watches her figure getting smaller as the distance between them grows. She didn’t look back, not one last glance of his shattering heart that is now scrambled all over the place.

There must be a way to fix this, he keeps on telling himself. There must be a way to reestablish their bond. There has got to be something, anything that could reignite their flame. George refuses to accept that his absentminded joke would turn the rest of his romantic life downward. Whatever would a stupid candle mean for their true love, right?

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley oneshot #george weasley angst #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley x oc #george weasley fluff

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seriouslysam8 · 1 year

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As a fanfiction writer who takes Romantic relationships much further than they went on books(no mentioning movies)

And as someone who is also a fanfic writer

How do you want Harry and Ginny's relationship to be portrayed in the new series. Especially now that the Fandom is so much ahead of what it was back then during the movies not to mention the power of social media, I think there would be much less leeway to get away from things that they did in the movies and also because the entire source material is known to the Fandom and no one's wondering why Snape is the way he is

I would like more of a lead-up to Hinny in the TV series. I want to see Ginny putting her elbow in the butter dish. I want to see Hinny smirking at each other after the twins make a joke. The Easter egg scene, the lucky you scene, the real kiss, their sunlight days.

I’d even like to see (though it’s not in the books) more scenes with them. Harry grabbing her hand to show her the correct wand movement during a D.A. meeting, the two flying and laughing together at the beginning of the HBP season at the Burrow, Harry watching her dancing with Neville at the Yule Ball and not hearing Ron complaining next to him, the two of them standing side by side with their shoulders touching after the Quidditch World Cup, Ginny hugging Harry after Sirius’ death. SOMETHING. Like just small movements that will make the kiss so much more amazing when it happens.

If Harry doesn’t get hit in the head by a Bludger in sixth year during practice because he’s staring at Ginny, I will rage.

But, I think you’re right. Like I don’t care if they hold the “mystery” to some plot points. I never saw Star Wars until I was in my 30s but I knew every single major twist already just because it was so widely popular and I heard people talk about it my entire life. That’s HP. Everyone knows all the twists already even if they haven’t read the books or watched the movies. So give me a Marauders first episode with Peter betraying the Potters and Sirius going after him. Give me extra Hinny moments. Give me Dumbledore going after the ring and getting his hand all gross. Show me the Longbottoms being attacked. Give me it allll.

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slytherweasley · 2 years

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Gryffindor Courage (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: mentions homophobia

Summary: You feel ashamed about your feelings towards hermione and desperately want to take her to the ball but your insecurities get the best of you almost ruining your night.

Everyone was excited, Christmas was just around the corner and the Yule Ball excitement had made things so cheerful. You and Hermione went shopping for your dresses together, the conversations were all about the ball. Hermione hadn’t secured a date yet and neither have you.

Hermione told you that Viktor has asked her and she didn’t give him an answer, he was so sure he wanted Hermione that he would wait for her answer. Deep down inside you, you wanted to ask Hermione and you were sure she was only delaying an answer to Viktor so that you still had the chance to ask her.

The humiliation you went through when you told your parents that you might like girls too was heartbreaking. Only your close friends know about it and you don’t know if you could take Hermione to the ball and face the whole school.

A week before the Yule Ball you still hadn’t gotten the courage to ask her, which is ironic because you’re a Gryffindor. “So I think I’m going to tell Viktor that I’ll go with him” she says, you can hear the reluctance in her voice. “Okay” is all you can say because you didn’t want her to go with him but you can’t bring yourself to ask her.

Harry and Ron were on last minute date searches, you told Harry you’d go with him after he’d asked you. The day of the Yule Ball, you didn’t see Hermione much, you spent it with Harry and Ron. It wasn’t until later that night when you saw Hermione walking down the stairs that you regretted everything.

Seeing her with Viktor hurt “I thought you would’ve gone with Hermione” Harry says. “I should’ve but I was too scared” “scared of what? Hermione fancies you” “I wasn’t scared of her, I know she wanted me to ask her. I’m scared of what everyone else thinks” “You shouldn’t care about that as long as you’re both happy” “well it’s too late now” you mutter.

You and Harry have to dance together with the other champions. Harry was pretty pathetic, you had to lead him. You tried to enjoy yourself but seeing Hermione having a good time without you made things harder to have fun.

By the end of the night you were ready to go, you sat down beside Harry and Ron when Hermione approaches the three of you. “How was your night?” She asks the three of you “Fine” you reply “I had a great night, Viktor was such a gentlemen” you would rather be anywhere but here right now, listening to Hermione talk about Viktor.

“That’s my cue to leave” you say standing up from your seat and walking off. Unbeknown to you, Hermione follows you out of the Great Hall.

“Hey! What’s your problem?” She yells and you stop, turning around. “I don’t want to hear about the amazing night you had with Viktor” “I was waiting for you and you knew that but you decided not to ask me.”

You sigh “I so badly wanted to ask you but I knew everyone was going to be here and I don’t know what they would say about me” tears fall down Hermione’s face. “I would much rather be at that ball with you than Viktor and I would not have cared what anyone said about us because we would be happy.”

“I know what it’s like to be humiliated and I can’t do that again” “do you fancy me?” She asks “do I fancy you? Yes of course.” “I get being nervous about what other people will think but sometimes you have to face it for the sake of your happiness. Besides, it won’t be you alone, I’ll be there with you” Hermione tucks your hair behind your ear and places her hand on your cheek.

You lean in and cup her face, kissing her in front of people walking by. She grabs you by the waist and pulls your bodies closer together. “That was great” she says pulling away from your lips “we should go back to our dorm.”

#harry potter #hp imagine #hermione granger angst #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger x fem!reader #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger fanfiction #hermione granger x you #hermione granger #wlw #wlw fluff #wlw angst #harry potter yule ball #yule ball #yule ball hermione granger #hermione granger yule ball

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blackcurlsgreeneyes · 8 months

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cont; Being the Wallflower //Closed RP

@fidelixcorde continued from this thread~

Just as he’d been surprised to see her at all, Harry was more surprised when Taylor spoke up. She was normally so...unobtrusive, as if she was actively trying to avoid being noticed--but not in a shy or fearful manner. She just wasn’t usually front and center.

But this room she spoke of sounded quite promising. They put a pin in that, and turned next to when; Harry did not blame his fellow Quidditch players for being concerned for their practice schedules, though he could--for once--understand why Hermione was annoyed by it taking priority.

Though, then again, it would be in their best interest not to hinder the teams; any change in routine, and appearance of reduced focus on Quidditch, would no doubt catch Umbridge’s eye or ear.

He zoned back in to find the talk shifting rapidly--Umbridge’s ineptitude, which Taylor apparently knew the truth about loud and clear, and then that somehow brought up one of Luna’s odd conspiracies--and Ginny brought them back to the subject at hand.

Hermione got the names of everyone joining, and Harry did not miss those who hesitated--though they were appeased by Hermione’s testy reminder that this was her, she was not about to risk losing track of such an incriminating document.

Taylor signed last, and Harry smiled at her a bit shyly, before Hermione spoke again. At Taylor’s confirmation she could show them the Room, Hermione nodded. “Perfect,” she beamed. “Perhaps tomorrow, I don’t want to risk curfew when we get back to the castle tonight.”

They wrapped up, the list tucked very safely away in Hermione’s bag, and then headed out. “Well, I think that went quite well,” Hermione said happily as they emerged into the bright sunlight a few moments later.

“That Zacharias bloke’s a wart,” Ron grumbled, who was glowering after the figure of Smith just discernible in the distance.

“I don’t like him much either,” Hermione agreed, “but he overheard me talking to Ernie and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table and he seemed really interested in coming, so what could I say? But the more people the better really—I mean, Michael Corner and his friends wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t been going out with Ginny—”

Ron, who had been draining the last few drops from his butterbeer, gagged and sprayed butterbeer down his front. “He’s WHAT?” he asked, outraged, his ears now resembling curls of raw beef. “She’s going out with—my sister’s going—what d’you mean, Michael Corner?”

“Well, that’s why he and his friends came, I think—well, they’re obviously interested in learning defense, but if Ginny hadn’t told Michael what was going on—”

“When did this—when did she—?”

“They met at the Yule Ball and they got together at the end of last year,” Hermione said, eyeing him with concern. They had turned into the High Street and she paused outside Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, where there was a handsome display of pheasant-feather quills in the window. “Hmm... I could do with a new quill.” She turned into the shop.

“But,” Ron protested, following Hermione along a row of quills in copper pots, “I thought Ginny fancied Harry!”

Hermione looked at him rather pityingly and shook her head. “Ginny used to fancy Harry, but she gave up on him months ago. Not that she doesn’t like you, of course,” she added kindly to Harry while she examined a long black-and-gold quill.

Harry blinked, honing back in on the discussion; this information did bring something home to him that until now he had not really registered. “So that’s why she talks now?” he asked Hermione. “She never used to talk in front of me.”

“Exactly,” Hermione confirmed. “Yes, I think I’ll have this one....” She went up to the counter and handed over fifteen Sickles and two Knuts, Ron still breathing down her neck. “Ron,” she went on severely as she turned and trod on his feet, “this is exactly why Ginny hasn’t told you she’s seeing Michael, she knew you’d take it badly. So don’t harp on about it, for heaven’s sake.

“What d’you mean, who’s taking anything badly? I’m not going to harp on about anything...” And Ron proceeded to continue muttering under his breath all the way down the street.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and then glanced at Harry with a half-smile. “But speaking of pairs--I was glad to see Taylor Borelli came. And she’s so eager to help out! I’m looking forward to seeing this Room tomorrow, aren’t you?”

Harry gave his friend a bemused look. “You could go, just the two of you.” Hermione didn’t reply, and he sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come along. But don’t be like that, ‘Mione, she and I never even spoke again after the Yule Ball. She’s cool, but she’s not bothered one way or the other about me.”

#fidelixcorde #Harry x Taylor #RP: Being the Wallflower #do not reblog unless author

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racfoam · 1 year

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Some things to know that happened in 4th Year of nynn

Harry gets a scratching 'I think I heard that name before' the first time Bertha Jorkins is involved

Harry and Cedric walk together around the woords searching for the Portkey while talking about Quidditch, they dance together at the World Cup Celebrations

Harry freezes solid when she sees the Dark Mark

Harry feels like she is being watched by Moody during his entrance (she is)

Harry has tea with Moody after the Unforgivables class, he gives her the book Seeker Tactics that's fifty galleons, told to be gifted to him by an 'old friend'

Harry cheers Cedric on when he gets chosen as Champion (her clapping is the loudest on the Gryffindor table)

this silly writer still hasn't decided whether to have Ron & Harry argue as in the books because their dynamic is different, might make a poll

Skeeter is nosy and asks Harry about her soulmate. Harry tells her to piss off. Voldemort reads the newspaper of that article with a bit of amusement

Triwizard Champions get their outfits tailored especially for them to keep them safe and all are equal in quality; it is paid by the Department of Magical Sports

Voldemort listens to the wizarding radio that covers the triwizard tournament during the First Task, Sirius sneaks into a wizarding pub in his dog form to watch it across wizarding television (it isn't exactly a television, more like a big prophecy ball projecting in the air)

upon hearing Harry doesn't know how to dance Professor McGonagall organizes the dance lesson for the entire House and other Heads follow this, too

Harry helps Ron finally pluck up the courage to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball

Harry gets asked by a Beauxbatons boy and a Durmstrang boy who are perfect gentlemen and politely accept when Harry declines them. Harry decides to go with the twins if she doesn't find anyone

Harry and Cedric practice dancing in the kitchens while the elves encourage them (the elves have a betting pool)

after dancing a few dances with Cedric (more than three) Harry dances with the Beaxbatons boy and later the Durmstrang boy who both asked her for the Yule Ball prior. Harry also dances with Hermione (Hermione leads), Hermione dances with Krum, Harry dances with the twins

Hermione is the thing Harry will miss most, Ron doesn't get taken

The lake is 2°C in February, they wear insulated long-sleeved swimsuits magicked with layers of warming charms. The fabric itself has runes stitched on them.

the champions take the boats to the center of the lake and Moody pushes Harry in

Harry & Cedric go on a date in Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day

Harry freezes again when a seemingly crazy Mr Crouch mentions the Dark Lord

Barty gets too many heart attacks for his own good, somebody help the poor man

The Cave Trip with Sirius is interesting, Sirius is dangerously close to figuring it out

Addition, I can’t believe I forgot to mention this because it's pretty important for Harry/Cedric

after the World Cup, Cedric visits the Weasleys asking Harry if she wants to go flying with him. He and Harry go flying (they fly low and race) to the top of Stoatshead Hill where they sit together under a tree (I have yet to decide what tree) with a great view on the horizon. They start doing this every day until the end of summer, spending the early morning together, watching the sun rise. Mrs Weasley starts packing Harry sandwiches — they have big picnics under that tree. This is a pretty important thing because it builds their friendship. Also, the food I think I went for are strawberries.

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how dare you? - Draco/Harry

=> A Drarry oneshot inspired by the song "Wicked Game"

=> In which Harry questions why and how he fell in love with a man who just wants him dead... (or so he thinks).

=>Draco's no better.

=> Canon until the Battle of Hogwarts, where Draco makes the RIGHT choice.

Full of angst until, like, the ending scene. Ends with Ginny/Luna's wedding, so if you want a little bit of 'Draco with the Gryffindors' fluff, go ahead! Enjoy reading!

I fell in love with your smile. Once, twice. I never fell for this man behind a Death Eater's mask.

How dare you make me fall for you? How dare you make me dream of you?

How dare you give me hope?

Harry found himself screaming himself and the rest of Grimmauld Place awake yet again with another nightmare.

"Mate, you alright?" Ron sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes up and down Harry as if checking for blood. "Is it the scar?"

"I..." Harry frowned. No, it wasn't the scar. Unlike everybody assumed, his nightmares weren't always Voldemort; nor were they always losing Sirius and Cedric either.

It was a certain arch-nemesis. Not him dying, but him killing Harry with his own hands, like he claimed he would oh so happily do.

Would he, really? Would Malfoy actually kill him?

... Harry knew the answer. And it hurt.

"Yes. Yes, the bloody scar," Harry lied, wincing. "The pain’s fading, I'll be okay. Go back to sleep."

Several months later, Harry found himself storming into the Breakfast Hall after another nightmare. Last night had been a ruthless mess in his head, one he hadn’t been prepared for.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare)

It had started with the night at the graveyard in fourth year. Except everything went in reverse. Harry was shoved against the Riddle gravestone, Cruciatus curses had flown around the graveyard freely.

“Kill the spare.” Cedric had been thrown aside like he was nothing.

“Good luck,” he had wished Cedric silently. Cedric had nodded back.

Everyone cheered when Harry broke through the surface. He had found himself searching for someone… he had spotted Cedric shooting him a proud grin. And then he had seen Malfoy leaning against a tree, rolling his eyes at the heroism.

“Haha! Having fun, Harry?” Cedric had called out to him mid-waltz, just like he did to the other champions.

And then somewhere to his right, as the couples started flocking the dance floor, he heard the most beautiful laugh.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco Malfoy muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot.

Malfoy was smiling.

He looked around at the others dancing, and for a split second, they held eye contact: the smile on his face flew away like the wind.

And then all at once, Harry found himself back in the lake, but this time he was drowning. Gasping for air, choking on murky water, spluttering, coughing. Ah, there was Malfoy, seated by the water, holding out his hand. The same breathtaking smile on his face.

Harry reached for it with a gasp of relief, gripping it tight — only for Malfoy to push him back underwater.

✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎✦✧ ★ ☆ ✶✡︎ (the nightmare ends)

Harry sat beside Hermione, brows furrowed in frustration and pain. Fourth year had been Harry Potter’s gay awakening. It had been a shock when he had realised it was Cedric he liked, not Cho. Not his fault they were always together. But the one crush had led to so many… discoveries. Like on the night of the Yule Ball, when he had fallen for Malfoy’s genuine smile for the first time. He had told himself it was just his recent understanding of his sexuality messing with his head. For Merlin’s sake, had he been flustered when Bill appeared for the Third Task (looking dashing in his wizard’s suit). “Surely it’s just the hormones.”

Harry scoffed.

“What are you up to now?”

Hermione’s annoyed glare was focussed on him with full power. “Erm… Hermione?”

“What?”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am, not like I have anything to be mad about now do I!”

“…nope, not at all.”

Hermione punched his shoulder with a book. “Harry! You’re mocking me.”

“Am I?” Harry grinned, his tense shoulders relaxing for a moment. His best friends always made him feel better (even if Ron was being a brat these days). “Come on, what happened?”

“Nothing,” she grumbled aloud, despite her eyes darting towards the diabetic-ally sappy couple seated somewhere down the table. Lavender was too busy feeding Ron his pudding to notice.

“Ah, don’t worry, I hate it too.”

Hermione smirked, satisfied, before going back to her revision notes. “You ought to be studying…”

“Later,” Harry mumbled. His eyes latched onto a bob of sleek blond that had just arrived at the Slytherin table. The instant Malfoy sat down, his gaze drifted away from his ‘friends’ and locked onto Harry’s.

Harry bit back a gulp. Malfoy’s sharp eyes gleamed as bright as the stripes of silver on his tie. How ironic it was that his eyes and Harry’s would make a perfect Slytherin pair.

Harry found himself glaring back, holding his stance against Malfoy’s challenge. But really, he was enjoying it. The silent glare-contest that let him stare at Malfoy’s face for as long as he liked. Let him watch all the little blond strands flutter in the gentle wind that always kept the Hall cool. All the edges of his jawline, the little dark flecks in his silver eyes, the rosy blush on his nose… The faded scars from his ‘Sectumsempra’. Like a worshipper devoted to his idol, he etched all of it into his memory.

It wasn’t until Malfoy’s glare softened did he notice the faint grey lining his eyes. Was he not getting enough sleep? Was he facing some sort of trouble? His cheeks were hollower than before, his neckline sharper. Relative to the ‘rich boy smothered in luxury’ aura he gave off before… all he radiated now was gloom. (And beauty, but gloom.) Harry felt his eyebrow raising in concern, eyes asking a silent question he wouldn’t dare ask aloud. “Are you alright?”

Malfoy looked away.

“Harry? Harry! Cut it out!” Hermione whispered beside him, shaking him back to reality. She shot Malfoy a glare, which he deftly ignored. “What is it now?”

“Nothing,” Harry shook his head, downing a mug of iced water. “It’s nothing. He pisses me off, is all.”

⚡️ -> Shift of POV -> 🐍

Draco didn’t want to look away. Far from it — he longed to be able to wake up to those eyes, fall asleep to those eyes, drowning in their perfect green everyday. His anger dropped when he felt Harry’s gaze searching all over his face. Was he curious? Was he judging how terrible he looked? He couldn’t possibly be ‘checking me out’… Haha, perhaps in my wildest dreams, Draco scoffed internally. Definitely judging.

Potter raised an extremely judgemental eyebrow, his eyes questioning him. Here I was happily staring into his eyes, and there he is mocking me for looking sick. You’re pathetic, Draco, he chided himself and looked away. He’d rather lose the staring contest to bloody Potter than endure the mockery in those beautiful eyes.

It hurt.

Hurt as bad as every nightmare where Harry hit him over and over with Sectumsempra, even an Unforgivable or two.

Draco shook his head and went back to staring at the tattoo edges he could see peeking out of his sleeve. He wasn’t surprised Potter hated him, loathed him, detested his very existence. And maybe so did Draco. Long long ago, back when he was still a petulant child mad at Harry Potter not being his friend. Long before he felt the first pangs of jealousy when Potter brought Patil to the Yule Ball, long before Potter went around snogging a sodding Ravenclaw. Back then, they were equals, absolutely repulsed by each other. But now… it was worse. Draco fell for the Potter that saved a French girl he didn’t even know. Draco fell for the Potter that cried over a Hufflepuff he only befriended that year. Draco fell a third time, for the Potter that stood up to Umbridge.

Draco loved the Potter that hated him.

Can’t blame him, he laughed at himself, covering the Dark Mark and the wounds all over it with a glamour.

“Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!”

“Like it hot, scum?”

BOOM! Another bookshelf tumbled as the wood of the racks caught fire. Yellowing pages of old spells and potion recipes were set alight, burning into ashes in an instant under the heat. The Fiendfyre roared, spreading its wings like a dragon, drowning the entire Room in amber, racing forwards, chasing after the intruders.

Draco ran for his life.

He could hear Goyle sprinting too, only a few steps behind. A flame shot out and latched onto Goyle’s pants: the idiot ran past him, screaming.

A bookshelf came crashing down, and they slipped underneath, missing death by a hair’s breadth. Faster, and faster… The fire crept closer and closer, roaring louder and louder…

“DRACO WATCH OUT!”

“Goyle..?” The smoke and the adrenaline were too much: he couldn’t see a thing, let alone the boy supposedly beside him.

Let alone the tall cupboard that was toppling onto his path.

All he could hear were the dozen crashes all around him, and one loud ominous ‘Creeeeeak’ that crept closer and closer—

And a sudden ‘Swish’ — before he could yell, he was plucked off the ground and thrown onto a wooden log… A broom. He was on a broom.

Down on the ground, he could see the cupboard that had fallen being devoured by the flames… He realised just how closely he had escaped it.

“Goyle!” He bent over the broom to grab his Stunned friend. He looked back up.

A dark raven’s nest sat atop a flushed face, his back bent to steer the broom faster out of the Room.

He’d rather I be crushed to death… or burn. The heat must have gotten to his ginormous head, Draco bit back a sigh, tapping the broom with his wand. The dusty old thing shot out of the doors like a lightning bolt. With a wave of Granger’s wand, the doors slammed shut, right in the Fiendfyre’s face.

Gasping for fresher air, the trio sat down against the wall, exhausted. Draco slumped to the ground nearby, after having leaned Goyle against a pillar as well. They watched, horrified, as the beautiful diadem in Harry’s hands broke apart with a scream.

The Dark Lord lost another Horcrux. Draco lost a friend. Draco also now owes Harry sodding Potter his life.

And maybe he didn’t mind that one bit.

“Draco… Come.”

Narcissa Malfoy’s words bounced off of the stone all around the Hogwarts courtyard. Draco curled his fists in tighter, fully aware of the hundreds of hateful eyes, as he stepped out of the crowds and made his way across the courtyard. Voldemort [no, Draco refused to call him the Dark Lord anymore, he was just a bloody maniac] began grinning, big rotten teeth as ugly as the rest of him. Instead of maybe walking into Voldemort’s outstretched arms for a bloody stupid hug, he walked on towards where the old half-giant stood, stood stock-still before the body of the one man he dared love… and fell to his knees.

Time slowed, the one tear trembling on his lashes taking ages to sneak its way down his pale, grimy face. He could hear others behind him scowling, gasping, wondering. He couldn’t care less. A hundred memories flashed through his mind within the few seconds it took for the tear to fall.

✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎ ✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎

“Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

“You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff.”

“If I didn’t know better, Draco, I’d say you were scared.”

Draco scoffed. “Scared, Potter?” He spat the name as if it were a curse. Which it was. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what…?”

“I thought I heard hooves…” Why did Potter’s voice sound so close…? Draco looked down to find he had subtly hidden behind the boy. Throwing himself further away, he shuddered. “N-Never mind, it’s probably nothing.”

Draco felt satisfied to turn the context around this time. “Scared, Potter?”

“You wish.” The Gryffindor’s eyes glowed with determination and anger. It pissed Draco off, seeing the anger he felt every time he saw Potter, reflected back. Was he mad over what happened with the mudblood?

Tsk. Draco swore to use the worst jinxes he could think of. “SERPENSORTIA!”

A Firebolt crashed into the pit, smashing into smithereens.

“Potter’s broom!” Parkinson smirked.

“Look!” A roar of cries ran across the stands as a limp body came crashing down beside the broom. The Headmaster raised his hand just in time: Harry Potter now lay mid-air, body as limp as a… a corpse.

Draco shook himself, correcting his expression into his most smug smirk yet, wary of his classmates jeering at the unconscious Seeker.

“Potter. Potter! Is it true that you fainted?”

Somebody at his table mimicked a dramatic faint, mocking Potter. The rest of the Slytherins cracked up, sniggering beside him, reminding Draco to stay in character. “I mean…” he scoffed, flashing a scornful grin. “You actually fainted?”

Weasley pulled a face at them, Granger pulled an annoyed Potter away, an arm wrapped tight around his back. Draco frowned.

“Barely started and you’re already tripping! Ow!” Draco muffled a shriek as Pansy stepped harder on his foot. Snarky Parkinson retaliated, making him laugh. Oh how wonderful the night would have been had he kept his eyes away from the centre of the dance floor. For right beside where Diggory was twirling Chang, Potter was watching him: judging, probably. In a way, it could have been satisfying: the Gryffindor Patil girl was all over him, but his eyes were on Draco.

Except they were scrunched up in hurt.

Almost like… Almost like Potter was hurt to see Draco dancing with somebody else…

It confused Draco. And Draco hated being confused.

“Father will kill you, Father will kill you,” Draco chanted inwardly — begging himself to not punch Umbridge in the ear. Sure, she was sodding torturing Potter. But his father really would kill him if he went against the Ministry…

Draco, for the first time in his life, regretted ever being born a Malfoy.

“No,” Draco denied recognising the captive. He wasn’t lying. The Potter he knew was breathtaking in his own Potter-y way, not blown up and blue like this wretch crouching before him. But he’d know those pretty eyes anywhere — but neither did his prick of a father (whom he now officially loathed), nor his unhinged aunt deserve to know that.

Besides, the trouble was worth it when Potter gazed back at him with nothing but pure gratitude.

Draco sat against the wall, watching the Horcrux break apart. The diadem was beautiful. It wasn’t worth Crabbe’s life, though. Voldemort was a sick scoundrel, just like his father.

Potter and Malfoy clashed eyes for a bare minute.

I save you, you saved me. Guess we’re even now. Nothing more between us.

Something snapped inside him. He had hoped the life debt would have dragged on a bit longer.

Draco nodded silently, pulled Goyle up, and stumbled away, sulking.

✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎ ✦ ✧ ★ ☆ ✶ ✡︎

Draco shook his blond head, refusing to cry. Potter — no, Harry — had once looked so innocent and charming and bright. The day he had first seen the frizzy-haired boy, Harry had been full of toothy smiles and sparkling green eyes.

“Draco~” Bellatrix’s voice twisted his nerves.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Voldemort hissed. “The boy’s dead!”

No. He refused to believe the light was gone.

Without a second’s hesitation, his wand shot out a brilliant blue hex towards the wraith.

A round of gasps. A very satisfactory “Ha!” from the only Weasley twin left.

“That’s right. Harry’s not dead, not to us.” Longbottom? The sound of a sword being pulled out.

And with a loud ‘Thud!’ the body in Hagrid’s arms rolled over. Draco’s arms shot out simply on instinct, catching the body just in time.

Green eyes stared up at his, wide in shock and glistening in… relief. Quiet joy. A very silent ‘Oh, there you are.’

Draco scoffed in response. As if I’m the one who returned from death. “Get up!” He shouted, pulling them both to their feet as Longbottom, Granger and the Weasleys led the Light Army into attack, while cheering for the Boy Who Did Indeed Live.

Lucius Malfoy was fuming. Oh, the glee in Draco’s heart.

He’d have to fight now, try and sneak his mother away too. He’ll find his way back to Harry later. Just like he always did.

“You know,” Parvati Patil stretched her arm (which was covered in shiny bangles up to her elbow). “I really did think Ron would be the first to marry from our lot. Who’d have thought his little sister would beat him to it?”

Draco Malfoy scoffed, taking another sip from his white wine. It was a wonder a Weasley wedding even HAD the muggle drink — just as much of a wonder it was for anybody else to see a Malfoy enjoying it. “He’s a bloody idiot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t even asked Granger yet.”

“Right?!” Parvati burst into laughter. “So dense, honestly! Oh, but I’m so happy for the girls! Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, there she comes! Hello, pretty bride!”

Luna Lovegood waved, giggling, her blond locks flying in the summer breeze. “Hi! You know, I had somebody ask me if the gentleman over there was my brother.” She chuckled, patting Draco’s head for no reason.

“I wouldn’t mind being a Lovegood,” he swirled his glass.

“Join the family?” Luna grinned.

“Too late,” he held up his left hand, flaunting the sparkling silver ring.

“Put it down, put it down! The aura of richness is blinding me,” Ginny Weasley cried, linking arms with her new wife, pulling a face at Draco. “Hey, Parvati, come dance with us!”

“I will, in a bit.”

“Malfoy, find your drunk fiancé and come dance, yeah?” She asked, already dragging Luna away to join the others.

Draco watched them leave in silence before downing the rest of his glass. “So.”

“So?”

“Have you found your… person?” He felt awkward asking after Lavender Brown, given it was Greyback, one of his father’s old lackeys, that bit her.

“Lav? No. I think I’m close, though. Maybe I’ll find her soon, and bring her to your wedding this winter,” she sighed with a distant gaze.

“Maybe.”

“Have you found yours?” She smiled knowingly. Draco falling to his knees over Harry’s corpse had indeed been quite the dramatic memory for everybody present.

Draco smiled back (he had learnt it felt oddly good to do that), eyes drifting over to spot Harry laughing his heart out with Neville Longbottom. “I have.” He placed his glass on a floating table nearby and rose to his feet. “Excuse me,” he bowed to the lady before strutting across the tent to find his partner. “Ahem.”

“Oh!” Harry jumped. “Hello, Dray~”

“You’re drunk as hell.”

“Wasn’t me! I tried to stop him,” Neville held up his hands in surrender, slinking away to escape.

Draco sighed. “I was about to ask you to a dance but… You’re a mess.”

“Am not! I can dance!”

“Yeah? And if you fall?”

“You can catch me!”

Draco chuckled. Harry seemed to like being caught by him, ever since the day of the Battle. “Fine. Let’s go, your ex is waiting.”

“Hey, we both have our own beautiful blondie partners now,” Harry laughed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Draco gripped his hand as Harry dragged him off to the dance floor, his heart soaring with joy, feeling himself falling for him all over again.

He had once been mad at the universe for this. For making him fall in love with Harry James Potter: so despicably, idiotically, and wholly in love.

Now, he could only be grateful for the ring he now wore, the hand he now held… the heart he now owned.

Somewhere in the back of the tent, sat a lonely Weasley twin. Chink! A coin rolled along the floor to rest at the Weasley’s feet.

George sucked in a gasp, picking it up. “Five galleons,” he muttered to himself. He looked up just in time to see Harry dragging Malfoy to the dance floor, joining Ginny and Luna, and Ron and Hermione. He chuckled, a tear slithering down. “Told you I’d win, Fred,” he patted the empty seat next to him. “Bet closed.”

#drarry #draco x harry #lots of pining #just a little angst #(a lot of angst)#the boy who lived #the boy who had no choice #but draco makes the right choice in the end #gryffindor wedding fluff #except with luna and draco #luna is one of the brides #draco is the other bride's ex's fiancé #harry potter fic

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saintsenara · 1 month

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Hello, hello! I just want to say I love your ship ask game so much. It is so fun to read your takes - they are always so witty, thoughtful, and so fascinating to read. I enjoy them immensely. Might I humbly offer two more for the game (if I've missed you answering this already I'm sorry!) <3

Marietta Edgecombe/Rita Skeeter

Viktor Krum/Cedric Diggory

thank you very much for the ask, pal - exemplary choices.

marietta edgecombe/rita skeeter

do you know what, i back this.

after all, they both fucking hate hermione - and you just know rita was delighted to be able to tank her campaign for minister for magic by doing a tell-all with marietta about how hermione disfigured her for a laugh.

are relationships based in mutual spite healthy? no. does that stop them being funny? also no.

cedric diggory/viktor krum

yes.

there's a universe out there where cedric and krum went to the yule ball together and voldemort was never able to be resurrected because harry and ron were found dead from overdoses of bi panic.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships

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ao3feed-romione · 1 year

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Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours

Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours by Mak0 o

What if, Ron and Hermione's argument at the end of the Yule Ball went a little... differently, then it did in canon.

Words: 2649, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Ron Weasley is a Little Shit, Gay George Weasley, POV Ron Weasley, Fluff, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Yule Ball, no beta we die like fred weasley, I'm not actually British, so this is all sounds pretty terrible, Ron Weasley is bad at feelings, Ron Weasley-centric, Hermione Granger pulls all the guys (real), Minor Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44549866

#AO3 Feed #Romione FanFic #♥#Romione #R:General #A:Mak0 o #Year 4 #Fluff

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stanathanxoox · 2 years

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The Battle Of Hogwarts - Seamus Finnigan x reader

gif is mine

@makeitmarvellous asked:

Can you do a Seamus finnigan hp imagine where in year 7 the reader went with the trio to find the deathly Hallows leaving Seamus at Hogwarts. They sent a few letters but stopped for both their safety. She hasn't seen him for over a year and when the trio and her arrive at Hogwarts before the battle of Hogwarts she doesn't recognize him until he talks. She hates herself for leaving him in this state and not recognizing him but it ends in fluff?

It felt like years on the run, but in actual fact as you sat waiting around the table in the Hogshead drinking what felt like the fifth glass of water and snacking on the second bowl of chips, it had only been eleven months. You had decided at the end of your sixth year to join Harry, Hermione and Ron on their journey for horcruxes after accidentally stumbling across the conversation that Harry and Dumbledore had been having mid-year, Dumbledore had recruited you then as a good friend and house mate of Harry’s to look out for him, and as one of the top witches in your year, alongside Hermione and Draco, you had more than proved yourself capable of helping. At the time however, you had been in a rather committed relationship with Seamus Finnigan, having been together with him since he had asked you to be his partner to the Yule ball in your fourth year at Hogwarts, the rest as you everyone else had surmised had been history. That was until you had actually left during Bill and Fleur’s wedding with the others and your hunt for the last of the horcruxes had started. It was also after writing to each other for a week whilst the four of you were hiding out in Grimmauld place that you decided to end your relationship with him and that it would probably be a good idea to stop writing letters to each other as well, to keep each other safe. It had hurt, especially since you hadn’t known the safety of your one true love but if it meant his safety you would risk it. After finding the locket, you and Hermione had learnt very quickly not to actually wear the locket, but to keep it near you, as long as their was an article of clothing between you and the locket it couldn’t effect you in the way it seemed to effect Ron and Harry, whom had ignored your suggestions altogether. When Ron had had his outburst and left you stayed behind, Ron had been almost as furious with you as he had been hurt at Hermione for choosing the search and Harry over him, but you knew that this was a fight that needed to be continued, if you stopped now then it wouldn’t get done and nobody would get rid of Lord Voldemort. You had managed to get rid of the locket and find Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, but now you were trying to get into Hogwarts, trying to find something that could be linked to Ravenclaw only the second the four of you had stepped into Hogsmeade you’d tripped some sort of switch and it set off an alarm.

Aberfoth had found you, you had known who he was from the moment you had laid eyes on him, though the others had needed a little bit of help to understand the situation, even Hermione had been a bit confused about that one, and when you spotted the portrait hanging up on the wall you asked

“That’s your sister isn’t it? Ariana Dumbledore?” you ask and Aberforth nods his head,

“Yes” he nods towards her before you all watch her walk off as he sets plates of food down in front of you. He’d already scolded the four of you for coming to Hogsmeade, for trying to fulfill the quest that his brother had sent you, telling you it was a fools errand but you had stood up for it saying that it was one that had been a necessary evil given the fact that Voldemort had only gotten more followers, your argument had quitened him down some, you knew he wanted to argue more but could see that he was giving you an apparising look as well. You watched standing alongside Harry, Ron and Hermione, as Aberforth busied himself in the Hogshead whilst you watched the portrait of Aberforth and Albus’s sister return with someone following behind her. Hermione stepped closer asking

“Is that who I think it is?’ and as the portrait swings open and you all gasp happily, beams spreading across your face as you see the tall gangly seventh year looking the worse for wear but looking incredibly happy to see the four of you.

“Neville!”

“Harry, Ron, Hermione, Y/N, it’s so good to see you” Neville says as he shakes hands with Harry and Ron, before pulling you and Hermione into seperate hugs, he whispers in your ear

“Maybe now Seamus might finally stop worrying his blessed little cotton socks off, now that he knows your alright and in one piece” you blush at that. The others who had heard his whisper give a knowing look and you shoot them a look of annoyance before you usher for Neville to led the way. You followed Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione through the portrait and into the Room of Requirment seeing faces both familiar and unfamiliar all staring up at you as they all applaud and congratulate you all before you look around at the people gathered, seeing most have them have scars and fresh wounds much like Neville’s and you ask

“Is this all the Carrow’s doing?”, someone steps forward and says

“It’s the punishment we all get for not doing their bidding, such as cursing first years for getting spells wrong”, a thick Irish voice states and you gasp, your eyes raking over the form of your ex, the love of your life and your heart breaks that you hadn’t recognised him sooner

“Oh Seamus” you say taking a step towards him as he does the same, arms instantly wrapping around each other but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to wince at the pain. You pull back slightly and see that he has a black eye that’s almost healed and his nose looks like its been broken recently as well, he’s got a fresh scar on his cheek which you place a kiss on and he looks at you shocked before he smiles at you slowly

“I’m so glad your safe” he whispers

“As am I” you say, your arms not leaving his waist as someone asks and you turn towards the others

“What are you doing back here Harry?”

“We’re here to search for something, something that was special to Rowena Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw house?” Harry answers

“Theirs her lost diadem” Luna says and Cho pokes her and says

“Its the lost diadem for a reason, no ones seen it for years”. A rustle is heard before someone rushes into the room and you spot Ginny through the crowd, her eyes landing on Harry before she says

“Snape knows that Harry was in Hogsmeade and he knows he’s in the castle”

“Almost a year since she last saw me and it’s like I’m bloody Frankie first year, I’m her brother” Ron says, Seamus smirks as he nuzzles closer into your side and teases

“She’s got five of those, but theres only one Harry” you giggle before giving his shoulder a gentle shove and he chuckles at the shocked look you can see on Ron’s face. Unfortunately there is a loud chiming of the bell and the others all quickly don their robes and Harry dresses in his own robes as well, hiding amongst the sea of Gryffindor’s, but not before you Hermione and Ron pull him into a hug and whisper

“Be safe”.

You follow Harry soon after when the Order of the Phoenix arrive in the Room of Requirement and enter the Great Hall with them, and its not long before the fight begins. You had seen way too much life and death but they time the four of you decide to split up, deciding to regroup with Ron and Hermione again after you had run into Tonks who had said that she needed to find Remus before it was too late. Your racing down the one of the corridors, Harry holding your hand, the two of you trying to avoid walls blasting in and boulders being thrown at you, giant spiders crawling towards you and spells being blasted this way and that. When you round the corner you witness Percy and Fred Weasley making up just as a wall gets blown apart from behind them, you scream out a blood curdling scream as Harry pushes you to the ground and holds you in his arms as rubble falls around you, you sob as you get to your feet and you hear Percy screaming at the random Death Eater through the hole in the wall, something about murder and enjoying cursing the hell out him. You hear sobs from your left and see Ron and Hermione, comforting each other, and you rush over to them, throwing your arms around Hermione and Ron. You give yourselves three minutes respite before your resolve is made up and all look at each other, nodding in determination. You follow Harry, the four of you deciding to go in pairs again, after seeing the loss of such a wholesome person and a good friend you spend the whole time your unsure if you’ll see Seamus alive again, and you hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him you loved him.

“Harry, I don’t know how much longer I can go in this fight without telling Seamus I love him and hearing him say it back. Not when either one of might not make it to morning” you say and Harry looks back at you, reaching for your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze

“We’ll try and find him okay? I feel the same way about Ginny” he admits and you give him a knowing smile, before the two of you continue on with your mission.

It’s after the two of you have spoken to the Grey Lady and having been inside the Ravenclaw common room that your racing back towards the Room of Requirement, this time for a different purpose that both you and Harry run into Ginny and Seamus. As soon as you see him you barrel straight into his arms and capture his lips in yours

“I love you so much Seamus, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it through this fight to get back to you”

“I love you with my entire being Y/N” he whispers before kissing you again and he and Ginny race in the opposite direction. You watch the two of them retreat before you whisper

“Please stay safe”, Harry hearing your whispered plea takes your hand and pulls you in for a hug, as you feel like your going to cry. You have to clear your throat and you sigh

“Alright there’s no time and no point getting emotional we’ve got to try and find that diadem. Let’s go end this fight” you say to Harry and he places a kiss on your forehead

“Let’s do this Y/N/N” you crack a smile, at the timing of him giving you the nickname that only he and Hermione had ever given you. It was something that had come about one night when Ron hadn’t been with you and it had stuck.

In the Room of Requirement was where Hermione and Ron met up with you, but it was also where Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy cornered you and you had been so close to finding the diadem, Harry had been so sure of it. When Malfoy and Crabbe started loosing control of their wands setting the room a blaze Hermione and Ron had tried to use their magic to put out the flames whilst you and Harry had climbed the piles of randomly piled furniture and began to search for the diamdem

“It’s there, I can see it” you say, reaching through the crack in between the chairs and down, straining to try and grab it.

“Hurry! I don’t think we can hold off the flames much longer” Hermione cries, as Ron cries out as one particular flame has been sent straight towards Hermione and you can hear Ron screaming out over the flames

“That’s my girlfriend! You fucker!” you want to query what the hell had happened in the time that the two had been away from you and Harry but you knew that the task at hand was currently more important than anything else, the fact that Ron and Hermione may now be in a relationship be damned.

“I don’t know if I can grab it Harry, my arms aren’t long enough” he looks at you and gives you a nod of encouragement

“You can Y/N/N, I know you” he says and you sigh before stretching just a little bit more and finally managing to grip the diadem. As you pull it out of the gap you squeal in triumph

“I did it!” Harry beams before the two of you slide down the pile of trinkets back to the ground. The flames in shapes of different animals now creeping towards you. Ron rounds the corner and screams

“It’s uncontrollable, why couldn’t he ever learn to control his spells properly” he races up to Hermione wrapping his arms around her waist as he runs guiding the two of them down a pathway that doesn’t seem to have been touched by the flames yet. You and Harry follow along after, holding hands again, the connection to one of you closest people spurring you on. Its when you and Harry almost crash into Hermione and Ron and fall into a pile of broomsticks that you all get a look in your eye, the only way out of this damn fire is to fly.

You jump on your own broomstick, as does Harry, whilst Hermione rides on the back of Ron’s. The three of you are flying out of the room, when you and Harry spot Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all stuck on the top of table piling on top of pile of furniture about to be engulfed by the flames and you look over at Harry and give him a nod

“We have to save them” Harry calls over his shoulder at Ron who looks over at the three Slytherin’s and scowls, as the four of you watch the table fall and Crabbe fall into the fire, falling to his death.

“If we’re going to do this we’re going to have to be fast” you shout and Harry nods

“If we die for them I’m gonna kill you both” Ron says and you sigh before turning your broom around and fly over Goyle, reaching down and picking him up so that he can try and scramble on to the back of your broomstick, Harry grabs Malfoy before the six of you fly back towards the doors, Ron does a spell as your heading towards the doors to open them and just as you fly through the threshold the Fiendfyre catches the end of your broomsticks flipping you all off and throwing you into the opposite wall. You, Hermione and Ron are the first ones to recover as Hermione hands you one of the Basilisk fangs

“I’m not, I can’t” you say and they both look at you

“Come on Y/N, we’ve all done one now. You can do it!” Ron says but as you creep nearer to the Diadem; Voldemort’s voice fills your head as a rather vivid image fills your head, one of Seamus admitting to Dean that he doesn’t love you at all and that he was so relieved that you had been gone, you scream in anguish and cry as you feel Harry and Hermione wrap their arms around you as they both whisper

“Ignore him Y/N/N, it’s all a part of it. A part of the horcrux sees its killers deepest fears and feeds on it. You can do this, don’t believe what he’s showing you” you look up at both of them and see the truth in both of their eyes and nod your head.

“I can do this!” you say determined, you get closer to the diadem and raise the Basilisk fang before you scream and smash it down into the sapphire in the top of the headpiece, before Ron comes up from behind it and kicks it into the Fiendfyre, just Harry lets out an anguished cry, before you all cover your ears as Voldemort’s voice fills your ears.

Everything feels like it passes in a blur after that, Snape being killed in what appears to be cold blood, Harry deciding to turn himself over to Voldemort, seeing those who had died, house mates, teachers, friends, your heart broke before you, Hermione and Ginny decided to help take care of the wounded whilst the deceased laid in the Great Hall. Neville’s beautiful speech, being able to fight alongside Seamus once Harry had shown his true cards, and then the ending of the battle when Voldemort had finally been ended. More importantly for you the perfect moment for you came when after so much loss and grief, Seamus got down on one knee in front of everyone who remained behind in the Great Hall and declared

“Y/N Y/L/N, I know we are still young, and we have so much in our lives to discover, but these last eleven months a part from you, not knowing if you were safe or if I would ever get to see you, hold you in my arms again only proved to me just how much my heart and soul belong to you, how much they have belonged to you since the moment I meet you back on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago and you welcomed the small, Irish boy who kept blowing things up into your friend group and later on into your heart” he pulls out a jewellery box and you gasp because you had no idea where he had even gotten the chance to get this on a night such as this

“So Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? My Mrs Finnigan?’ he asks and you look down into you his eyes and see them filled with so much love and devotion for you that you can’t help but kneel down in front of him, and wrap your arms around his neck

“Of course I will marry you Seamus” you whisper and he beams before opening the lid on the jewellery box and showing you the elegant diamond ring before taking it from the box and slipping it on your finger before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. You beam and when the kiss is broken you notice that everyone is clapping, and you try to hide yourself away in his shoulder because of all the attention

“Aww babe, your one of the heroes of the wizarding world and now your my fiance please don’t be shy” he says and you look up into his eyes, a blush on your cheeks before you smile

“Say it again?” you ask and he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he whispers

“My fiance” and you can’t help but laugh giddily at his words.

“Yours, forever” you say and he nods.

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