To whom it may concern,

By the time you read this I will be dead, my only hope is that you expose the greatest dark wizard of our time and destroy his horcrux, in the hope that he will one day meet his end.

Harry Potter thought he had learned all of Albus Dumbledore’s secrets the night before the Dark Lord fell, but the believed to be deceased wizard had shared his biggest secret with nobody, except his friend and noted dark wizard Gellert Grindlewald. The desire of the two young men to ascend to positions of ultimate power and overturn the statute of secrecy did not wane as they grew older, but rather intensified and grew in malevolence. Both men desired the Deathly Hallows in the belief that they would grant them immortality. However, they both knew that there could only be one master of death, and so Dumbledore educated Grindlewald on the subject of horcruxes. After much argument and deliberation it was decided that Gellert would have the Hallows and Albus would have horcruxes. Now all that was needed was a sacrificial victim and a vessel to contain the soul fragment. I do not know what the vessel is. I can only speculate that it may be the phoenix Fawkes, or perhaps Dumbledore made the vessel a completely random object, so that it may never be round. The identity of the horcrux aside, the choice of victim must have been an easy one.

After the funeral of Arianna Dumbledore, Grindlewald and Dumbledore went their separate ways. This was of course part of the plan but the two men were in nearly constant correspondence. The Hallows remained to be found, and it is likely that during the years they spent apart, resentment began to grow between the pair. Grindlewald’s frustration at not yet achieving immortality caused him to act rashly and eager to prove his power, he began his string of murders. Meanwhile Dumbledore was living up to his status as head boy and had secured employment at Hogwarts within a few years.  It wasn’t long before he set about concealing the horcrux books under the false pretence of protecting students from their contents. His real plan was to prevent any other student from following in his footsteps and posing a threat to his ascent to power.

The resentment between Dumbledore and Grindlewald must have reached its peak when Gellert announced himself as a dark lord and began to gather a significant 
following independent of Albus. This was not part of the plan and Dumbledore must have assumed that Grindlewald did not want to share power. Urged by the international magical community and no doubt by his own fury at Gellert for betraying him and had obtaining the Elder Wand without informing him, Dumbledore challenged and beat Grindlewald in wizard combat. Now he had a horcrux and one of the hallows, and was soon offered the post of Headmaster at Hogwarts which he gracefully accepted.

Dumbledore was offered the position of the minister of magic on many occasions and would have accepted, if it wasn’t for the one man who posed a threat to his sole dominion. Dumbledore had often suspected Tom Riddle of attempting to access the horcrux books during his time at Hogwarts but had grossly underestimated Tom’s ambition and magical prowess. Eager to maintain his favorable opinion in the eyes of his fellow wizards Dumbledore fought against Lord Voldemort as best he could, and was among those praised the highest when Voldemort was ‘defeated’ in 1981. Voldemorts downfall was not good news for Dumbledore who strongly suspected that Riddle had made horcruxes and this meant his plan to seize control was again delayed. 

You will of course be familiar with the story of Harry Potter. He was and still is a good man and righteous to the core. What made it easy for Dumbledore is that good men are predictable and easy to manipulate. It had been nearly eighty years since Dumbledore created his horcrux and his greed in obtaining the resurrection stone meant that his horcrux would be put to the test. When Harry Potter met with Dumbledore 'inside his head’ on the day Potter was 'killed’ little did he know Dumbledore had been inside him since the previous summer. When Dumbledore’s soul had been ripped from his body by Severus Snape it latched onto Harry Potter much like Voldemort’s had when he had failed to kill Harry back in 1981. When Voldemort destroyed his seventh, unintentional horcrux he did not destroy Dumbledore who was using Harry as a host body not as a horcrux, much like Voldemort used Quirrel. 

The rest of the story remains uncertain. But what I do know is that the recent strain of attacks on muggles and muggle-borns is because of the direct or indirect actions of Albus Dumbledore in whatever form he is taking. I have scoured the Forbidden Forrest for the resurrection stone but it is gone. The portrait of Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts has been vacant for ten years. It is the only portrait of Albus Dumbledore in existence which suggests to me that Dumbledore has returned to a physical body once more.

It occurred to me that these facts were not absolute proof of his return. That is why I searched Dumbledores tomb this evening. A body was there, but it’s nose was not broken and it’s hand was not withered. It was not the body of Albus Dumbledore. I can only imagine that in the time Dumbledore spent separated from his body he forgot the minor details that a historian like myself would not. There is no recorded event of the tomb being penetrated other than when Voldemort took the Elder Wand. Everyone on the wizarding world regarded Dumbledore as a hero and would have no reason to disturb his tomb. The only explanation, is that Dumbledore returned to his original body and left a doppelganger in it’s place. 

As you may not be aware the cloak of invisibility was stolen from Albus Potter during his first year at Hogwarts, and the perpetrator was never caught. Having seen his father disappearing under the cloak on many occasions I am familiar with the shimmer of the cloak as it is thrown over the body. Upton my return to Hogsmeade I witnessed this same shivering just outside of the Hogshead pub. I heard screams from the pub, I thought I heard 'he’s dead, Dumbledore’s dead’. This of course was in reference to Aberforth Dumbledore. Then I saw it, a withered black hand, as though floating in mid air, it was pointed at me. Then a face appeared, it was horrible but distinct, the eyes glowed red in the darkness, the eyes of a soul torn in two. It was Albus Dumbledore. At that moment I knew, I knew the truth of things. Before he could strike me down I disaparated to my home and began writing this letter.

I suspect I shall be murdered before the night is over. But if you are reading this then I implore you to stop Albus Dumbledore. I am sorry for the crudeness of this letter and that I could not be more helpful. Knowing Dumbledore’s ability, his ascent to power would be even more great and terrible than that of Lord Voldemort or Gellert Grindlewald. He must be stopped.

Yours in Faith,

DLM 

17th December 2017

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My first draco x !femreader. 

Part II

English is not my first language sorry it’s something feel awkward.

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Everyone was excited about Yule Ball but you couldn’t be less bothered about it. 

Changing classes was a spectacle since Yule Ball was two weeks ahead. Boys and girls declaring their love in every single corner. Such a cheesy view made you want to shut yourself in your bedroom and not go out until everything came to an end. Why was everyone so desperate?

As a Ravenclaw anything apart from books, classes, etc. was a waste of time. Going to the Yule Ball wouldn’t make you pass Snape’s exams.

“y/n” your friend called you several times before you could hear her “Any date for the Yule Ball?”

“You too?” you spited out almost offended. Why are you so obsessed? You asked her trying to figure out how a dance could make people go insane.

“C’mon, you could relax.” she laughed “Tell me the truth, not even a Durmstrang student makes you want to go to the ball?” she added when some of them walked by your left.

Your eyes landed on them, they were handsome, tall and the dream of every girl or boy. But not yours…

A huge group of people in front of the class you were going to made you curious. “What is going on?”

“It’s happening again” your friend laughed excitedly while she dragged you with her to have a better view. It wasn’t a surprise to find a certain blonde in the middle of that fuss. A really nervous Slytherin was in front of him with her eyes shut down and with her whole body shaking.

“She must be the fifteenth or even the twentieth.” Another Slytherin murmured behind you.

Your brain started to put the pieces together. As the most popular Slytherin, Draco Malfoy was a very desirable target for the Yule Ball, but you didn’t expect to witness a proposal, and even more, as far you had heard it wasn’t the first one.

“Do you want to be my date to Yule Ball?” the girl in front of Draco said with a honeyed voice.

The boy didn’t seem very amazed. Giving a fast peek at his surroundings, sighed in frustration with his hand buried in his blonde hair. Your eyes met for a few seconds and he narrowed them in your presence. The truth was that you weren’t friends, not even acquaintances but for a mysterious reason he detested you. You were a great witch from a good family, none blood thing could justify his aversion. But every time you crossed paths you felt like you did something wrong.

His face displayed an annoyed gesture, and his fingers went to his temples, massaging them. “I don’t have time for this rubbish.” his head turned away from you and landed on the poor Slytherin’s girl. “Get lost.” he huffed just the right moment McGonagall appeared, dissolving the big crowd. “Whatever is happening can continue after my class.” she announced heading every student inside.

The next classes were very peaceful, no more random events on the hallway. You and your friend were on your way to the Great Hall when you remembered you needed to return a book. Your friend and you split apart, and you hurried up your way.

The hallways were empty, everyone one was on their break. You were grateful for a little bit of peace, you took your time in the library wandering around, it didn’t surprise you when you found another Ravenclaw. The library was the temple of all of you, but it didn’t feel right when he started to smile in your direction and not take his eyes off of you. Something was wrong and it pissed you.

It almost gave you a heart attack when he faced you the moment you put one foot out the library. “y/n, can we talk for a moment?” he asked you kindly with his face tinted slightly pink. That scene recalled a certain moment of the morning and your hands started to sweat. The boy in front of you was the same age but you hadn’t exchanged many words through the years, you didn’t even know his name. You bit your lower lip trying to kill the urge of running away. “Sure…” you hesitated in a lower voice and with your hands clenched to your cape

“I hope it isn’t too late.” he whispered, rubbing his neck “By any chance would you like to go with me to Yule Ball?”

You froze and your usual eloquence disappeared. You couldn’t imagine that that would happen to you. You didn’t plan a negative for the occasion, and you didn’t want to go to the ball, because the truth was that HE would never ask you to go with him, and no one else had your interest.

“I’m sorry but…” you faltered to say. Your mouth was dry, and you couldn’t find the words.

“What y/n want to say is that she is already taken.” a very known voice interrupted you. Your brows raised in surprise when you saw Draco come out from behind a pillar.

“That’s true?” the Ravenclaw looked at you with surprise, you were surprised as well, in which world were you Draco’s date? Maybe you just hit your head.

He came closer and one of his arms wrapped around your waist, your whole body shivered. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. “It’s true” you lied with your face completely red and avoiding the eyes of any of the boys. Sadly, it was a lie you wanted to believe with all your heart. The Ravenclaw gave up and disappeared after he looked at you very surprised. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were alone with Draco and you were afraid to do or say anything that could break the spell.

“Why have you done that?” you slapped Draco away, as much as you wanted that touch you didn’t want it to be as a part of a lie. He faced you with his beautiful grey eyes and smirked maciously. “Don’t you know?” he whispered in your ear. You blushed entirely, your face, your neck, etc. “I thought you hated me.” you answered with your eyes locked on the floor, you were unable to look him in the face. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t forget all those scornful looks in the hallway.

He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it forcing you to look at him. “And I hate you.” he said in a deep voice. “I hate your indifferent face every time we meet, the way you smile at all your friends.” You got goose bumps but trying not to be intimidated you answered "If I didn’t know you, I’d say you have feelings for me…” you tilted your head with innocence and a wide smile on your face. You weren’t going to let Malfoy have all the control of the situation, if he wanted to play dirty you also knew. The blond boy looked at you in surprise, you had left him speechless. Point for you. But he seemed to recover immediately, clinging to your hips, and trapping you against the nearest wall, his head rising to your height, and your faces just a few inches away. “You’ve always been very smart.” he sighed on your neck, making you turn your head to the side leaving even more bare skin in sight. He deposited a quick kiss in the crack of your neck “What about you? he started to play with a strand of your hair. Your head was full of Malfoy, your legs were shaking and since he had cornered you against that wall you were unable to add two plus two. Everything seemed like a dream. A dirty one, but with Draco it couldn’t be any other way. You managed to hear his question, he wanted to know how you felt even if he had not spoken, not verbally. “I’d say it’s a tie.” you almost moaned when he pulled up your skirt caressing your thighs. He rested his forehead on yours, enraptured by your half-open mouth, your watery eyes and your heavy breath. “What do you say if we try to break the tie? ” he smiled “You and me at the Yule Ball.”

You smiled at him. “Deal.” you whispered, taking him by his tie to press his lips against you in a hungry kiss. He took advantage immediately and did not hold back. You melted in his embrace and bit his lower lip when you felt his hard bulge against your centre.

Who would have thought it? You had a date.

Candy Bar [George Weasley]

Pairing: George Weasley [HP] x reader [any house]

Summary:George always knew [y/n] was going to end up being part of his family, he just never wondered how.

Warnings: sexual insinuation, but nothing too explicit.

a/n:this ends a little bit sad, but open, so I might write a part 2 (no promises though).

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George Weasley was part of a selected big group of friends, with its honorary members being Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and his little brother Ron.

The lads weren’t official members because of the age gap — it was rare the moments where they could hang mid-classes. But it didn’t bother Fred, Lee and Angelina to have the little guys around.

There was another girl too, who George saw as much more of an official member than an honorary one. [y/n] [y/ln] was younger than him but older than his little brother — she was from the year between the two. They became friends entirely by accident — she got caught up on a prank not intended for her and after a not-so-much friendly match of Quidditch where she played gracefully and not at all vengeful, the twins talked her into being part of the friend group.

One could’ve said [y/n] was the one most outof the group, but, surprisingly, she managed well around them. She became very close to Angelina, and she had openly called Fred her very best mate once. Even when Potter was around, she never acted as a “fangirl” — and she noticeably picked Ron over Harry tons of times.

They were all together one afternoon, playing card games in the grass by the Lake when Fred had an idea: steal food from the house-elves.

[y/n] was immediately into it. “We have to be quick then because it’s almost supper time, and they’ll be all up to our arses if they catch us by that time,” she said, getting up and leaving her deck of cards to Angelina to handle.

Ron got up quickly too, ready to follow the girl wherever she went. Fred just smile. “Anyone else for our road trip?” asked the older twin.

“It’s hardly a road trip,” opined Angelina, before winning against Hermione and starting the game again.

Since no one else got up, the three left. George and Lee drew closer to the two girls left, anxious to see if Hermione could beat Angelina, but chances were the Quidditch player was going to win again.

“Has anyone noticed Ron’s fancying [y/n]?” asked Hermione, who had smelled it in the air, way before anyone else, but she just wanted to be sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks.

Lee snorted at the question, trying not to shame-laugh. He hadn’t only noticed Ron’s crush — he noticed Hermione’s too. Angelina simply smiled and kept playing the card game, but George spoke up.

“I dunno how it ends, but [y/n] will for sure be part of my fam,” he said, laughing it off.

“How so?” asked Hermione, tensing up a bit, which allowed Angelina some advantage in the game.

“Well, Ron fancies her; she fancies Fred and Fred…. well, I reckon that bloke hasn’t pashed anyone, that’s for sure,” George replied. “Either Fred falls for her or she falls for Ron, but she’ll end up a Weasley, alright.”

Lee elbowed the redheaded.

“She’ll end up your sister,” he laughed.

“In-law,” added George, suddenly wanting to make sure [y/n] was not blood-related to him.

Angelina and Lee exchanged knowing looks, but Hermione and George were oblivious to the exchange. George was inside his wee world, thinking why it bothered him to acknowledge [y/n] as a sister, and Hermione was wishful thinking that Fred could bloody well fancy [y/n] right away.

The match went on, with Angelina winning that turn and then Lee taking Hermione’s place and losing too — the difference was Lee didn’t care and laughed his loss away. George wanted to play too, but when his turn finally came, Fred, Ron and [y/n] arrived with the stolen food.

“Hey, I wanna go back to my match,” said [y/n], sitting down next to Angelina, who remained unbeatable. “Who’s the winner?”

“Who would you reckon?” replied Lee, smiling. [y/n] liked his smirk, it felt sparkling in the twilight.

“Angie,” [y/n] smiled too as she spoke.

“No worries — I’ve been playing non-stop and George hasn’t had his turn,” Angelina said, moving away from the card pile. “Take my place,” offered the Quidditch chaser.

[y/n] took the offer, and looked straight at George. He had a playful smile, which only increased when he reached the pile and started shuffling the cards for the new game.

In the background, George heard Ron asking Hermione if Harry showed up, and the bookworm replied with a “no”. The younger twin wasn’t facing Ron, but he could visualize the frown on his face. Harry Potter was chosen to be a Triwizard champion, which meant he was generally never free and around — but also, his friendship with Ron was a bit rocky at the moment.

George reverted his focus on [y/n].

“Get ready to eat grass, Weasley,” the girl said.

“We’ll see,” responded George, feeling his grin widen.

[y/n] was late, which meant Fred and George were late too. They planned a quick trip to Hogsmeade, but they were going “illegally” and if [y/n] took a minute longer to get ready, Fred swore he was gonna leave her behind.

“I’m here!” she whispered and shouted, at the same time. George wondered how she managed that.

“You’re late,” the younger twin said, messing with her.

“Just five minutes,” she pointed out, checking her wristwatch.

“Could well mean the difference between getting caught,” George continued.

“Stop, you two,” said Fred, but he knew very well all the bickering came from his twin. George hadn’t found his way around flirting women, and it showed — Fred knew he had to do something about it, but it’d need to be later. At the moment, he only sought to get to Hogsmeade.

“She started it,” said George, defending himself.

“How could I?” she inquired, startled.

“By showing up late,” he answered, frowning his brows.

Fred rolled his eyes and decided not to meddle. They could figure it out for themselves. The older twin, then, took the front of the little voyage group and led them to the secret passageway. The trio went through that one-eyed old crone’s hump, and soon they were in the dark corridor that would lead them away from Hogwarts.

Fred and George had to lean their backs, so they wouldn’t smack their heads, but [y/n] could go most of the way just fine and stretch. She had been there three times before, but it was never easy being in that dim and smelly place.

She didn’t even notice when she edged nearer George Weasley until he offered her his arm. Furthermore, she looked at it, suspiciously, before accepting.

They had a complicated relationship. They were always quarrelling, like too foolish kids that couldn’t possibly like the opposite gender. It was always stupid, but [y/n] couldn’t avoid it — it seemed so nice to bicker with George because then he would look at her sideways and provocatively grin and that usually made her smile too.

She had a thing for Fred from the first moment she learned his name. It had been some girl in her class had been ranking the most handsome blokes of Hogwarts, and when [y/n] asked who was Fred Weasley and why he was in twenty-second place, her classmate smiled and asked: “Why? Do you think he should be higher up?”. [y/n] didn’t think that, of course. At eleven years of age, she barely thought of boys that way, especially the ones one year older, who seemed so much more mature back then. But later she was engrossed in one of the twins’ pranks, and Fred presented himself.

Tall, even for a twelve-year-old, and with beautiful freckles in his cheeks — [y/n] didn’t need much more thinking; she knew she had become a woman, and she was ready to have that man.

They became friends later on, and even though [y/n] never made advances towards Fred, she never tried to stop fancying him either. It just felt natural to have a crush, a since Fred was right there and available, she took him.

Of course, she went out with other boys, specifically last year when she had just turned fourteen, but it never felt quite right. Not even as right as studying with Hermione, not as right as relying on Ronald, and definitelynot as right as bickering with George.

It felt nicer to argue with George than to kiss Oliver Wood! she remembered, in a sudden thought in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. Her expression changed, worrying George, but since she stayed in silence, he did the same.

Oliver had been [y/n]’s first kiss, and even though he was very gentle and kind — even nowadays — the only thing he taught her was that she was better off single.

“We’re almost there, I reckon,” said Fred, having to rely on his memory to keep marshalling. He didn’t regret having given Harry his map, but sometimes, he felt nostalgic for it.

The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. [y/n] and George followed just behind, still with their arms intertwined. George didn’t want to think what that gesture possibly meant, and he didn’t have to — they had ended up right into the cellar of Honeydukes.

“This passage remains safe, thank Merlin,” Fred thought out loud, which made [y/n] repress a laugh. She then remembered to let go of George’s arm, since she was back in the light, but her arms felt empty without his there.

They didn’t longer around Honeydukes — their plan was to go to the joke shop and get new supplies, and thenceforth go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. The candy store was barely empty, so their exit had to be a bit theatrical so no one would suspect a thing.

Zonko’s shop called the boys’ attention as soon as the three of them stepped outside Honeydukes, and [y/n] had to hush to follow them. The store was striking, the girl had to give in. Its walls, covered with shelves, loaded not only with Dungbombs and Hiccough Sweets, but also Frog Spawn Soap, Sugar Quills, and Nose-Biting Teacups. No wonder the boys loved to shop there.

“So, Fred, what’s it that you guys are looking for to stock?” [y/n] leaning against the shelf that Fred was so meticulously observing.

The red-headed looked down at her for only a second and smiled.

“A bit of everything, I suppose,” he replied.

George appeared from behind [y/n] and the shelf, scaring her with a nudge. She, at least, managed not to scream. It wasn’t late yet, only twilight, but the stored seemed umbra, which gave the toys up on the shelves a different glow. Macabre, [y/n] determined.

“Never, ever, do that again, do you understand?” she threatened George, but the twin only giggled.

“Come with me, [y/l/n],” said George, eyeing the back of the corridor he was in. “You’re gonna like this.”

Fred tried really hard not to smile at his twin taking an initiative, while [y/n] followed.

George waited until [y/n] was right next to him and offered his arm again. There was really no official reason for it — even though it was starting to be dusk outside, the shop still had light enough for the girl not to feel scared, but he liked being of use.

[y/n] accepted his arm with biting of lips, suddenly feeling very nervous with the interaction. Could she like George? She wondered, innocently. He was a nice lad, for sure. He was also a tiny bit taller than Fred, and she did like tallboys. But he’s very annoying, she reminded herself. He’s always teasing you in a non-lovable way.

“Do you know Ronniekins has a devotion for you?”

George plumped the question, smirking in taunting.

“Ronniekins?Ron?” she asked, stunned.

[y/n] didn’t even bother with George’s smile. She cared for Ron, a lot since she confided in him most of the time, but if the lad was messing things up… she would need to take a stand, and she wouldn’t like it.

“Yep,” affirmed George. “He developed some sort of crush on you; I can’t speak anything in your concern without being scolded.”

“That’s nice of him,” she tried to smile, attempting to make the best out of the situation, but she just couldn’t. “Oh… But if he really does fancy me… I’ll have to say something, right? I don’t wanna lead him on.”

“To be honest, I think even if you actually stare him down and say: ‘Ronald Weasley, I do not fancy you and I don’t want to kiss you’, he will still hold on to hope,” George told her, pressing his arm against her harder. He wanted to comfort her, and he didn’t even fully comprehend why.

[y/n] was an enjoyable lassie and, even though he messed with her all the time, he liked to be around her. But did he like likebeing around her? Oh, Merlin… He couldn’t. His younger brother loved her, his older brother was the object of her affection. He did not want or wish to be in the middle of it. As a matter of fact, he liked to mock the situation from the outside. She’s a future sister-in-law, he told himself, but it felt wrong in his mind. She’s part of the family, he pondered again, and that phrase felt easier, which was a relief.

The girl in question watched George’s expression, as it tensed and relaxed, and she wondered if he was worried about his little brother. That’s sweet of him, she thought.

They finally stopped in front of a shelf filled with candy bars, but George remained silent and did not explain why they stopped there.

“George?” she called his attention. “What do you think I should do?”

His eyes stared down at her, thoughtfully. He truly wanted to help her, even if it meant walking her down the aisle to his twin.

“Well, you don’t fancy him, do you? I reckon it’s another brother of mine you have your eyes on,” he said, out loud this time. For some reason, he felt like he needed to know. He needed to know if she still had a thing for Fred. Or even for Ron, if the tables had turned.

[y/n] avoided George’s eyes. How could he have found out about her wee crush on Fred? She sure wasn’t being self-evident, was she?

But even so, if she were obvious, what was she supposed to answer? She most definitely was not going to confess, especially because her feelings have been shifting a lot. Fred was her best mate. Yeah, she knew they would match just fine if it were Fred to ask her out, but did she want it? Did she yearnto be Fred’s companion?

“I don’t fancy Ron, obviously,” she answered, finally, after a while pondering how to phrase her feelings. “And I don’t know what you mean about brothers of yours.”

George snorted. “Okay then.”

He decided it was for the best if he just remained quiet and did not bother her about it any longer. She didn’t want to answer, and, honestly, he didn’t wanna hear it. So he faced the shelf he had directed her towards and picked one of the candy bars.

She breathed a sigh of relief that he had dropped the previous matter, and asked: “I didn’t know Zonko’s shop sold candy.”

“Not any proper candy,” he replied. “This is a special one.”

“Really? How so?”

George gave her the candy bar, so she could analyse it, but, as he very well knew, there was nothing in its packaging that revealed its true content.

“They provoke emotions, different ones, but always strong ones,” George explained, taking back the bar from her hands. “This one, for instance, is for decisive moments. See here?” he pointed to a very small font where it could be read: “you want the courage to do what you most long to? This is for you!”

“Why would someone eat something like this?”

“Various reasons,” George shrugged before taking another candy bar from the rack. “This one is for knowledge. Suppose you have a test tomorrow — this could be your salvation.”

[y/n] took the second bar from his hands and analysed it herself. “Only if I know the test’s subjects beforehand, you mean,” she said, returning him the candy bar. “If you haven’t studied, this won’t be much help.”

“It will be somehelp,” said George.

“Right,” [y/n] snorted.

“Anyway, it’s practically not much of use nowadays. Professor Snape found a way to perceive it in your organism with a special potion,” he explained, but he didn’t place the bar back in its place. He held still the two candy bars and led [y/n] to the cashier.

“You know you’re buying the courage one, right?” she whispered in his ear before Fred could reach them in the cashier line.

George smiled.

“You are the one buying it,” he corrected her. “After all, you’ll need it to talk to Ron.”

[y/n] let out some air from her throat, completely frustrated. She knew she didn’t fancy Ron, at least, so she should talk to him. Perhaps the candy bar was going to be of some use.

“What are you two buying?” asked Fred, having absolutely no free space in his arms. He had a bit of everything — Dungbombs, Frog Spawn Soap, Nose-Biting Teacups and more that [y/n] wasn’t able to name.

“Magic Bars,” the girl answered, looking up to meet Fred’s eyes. It was only then she realized she still held George’s arm, so she instantly let it go — but not before Fred couldn’t notice.

“Oh, so you can be brave enough to break up with Ronniekins?” asked Fred, smirking.

The girl looked shocked. “Oh, come on! Everyone knew?”

The twins only laugh it out.

Knowing that Ron was going to arrive at any moment at the Three Broomsticks with the rest of the gang, [y/n] popped the candy bar and ate it all at once, only stopping for a sip of butterbeer to make it all easier to let out. George watched, surprised, but offered his own comment: “I don’t think you needed to have eaten it all.”

She sniffed. “Could have informed me that earlier, couldn’t you?”

Fred just smirked, amused with the scenario. He took the opportunity to corner his twin when going to get more butterbeers at the counter, leaving [y/n] alone on the table.

“So… now that she’s breaking up with Ron, when are you gonna tell her you fancy her?”

George’s eyes widened, staring at his twin with disbelief.

“What? You’re gonna pretend you don’t like the lass?”

“[y/n]’s a friend,” George answered, sharply.

“Right…”

They ordered the butterbeers and waited, avoiding staring at each other. Fred didn’t want to keep laughing at his twin, and George didn’t want to confess something he wasn’t entirely sure.

Could he fancy [y/n]? No, he answered mentally. She fancied Fred, and he always promised not to come between his twin’s girls. Because, if ever [y/n] decided to hit on Fred, he knew his twin wasn’t going to be able to resist. She was just like that, and she never even noticed — if she wanted a guy, she’d have him. And the day she’d claim Fred would come, and George would be left to watch the two love birds.

“Seriously, now,” started Fred, handing the butterbeers, “why don’t to come clean with her?”

George sighed. “I have nothing to clean. Do I like her? Yes. Do I think she’s pretty? Yep. But we’re better off as mates, or better saying, bickering mates,” answered him, finally.

Fred decided to say nothing more. George would eventually realize on his own that he like [y/n] and, when that day arrived, Fred could finally beam saying “told you so”.

They sat back at their places, noticing the small crowd on their table. Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Lee and (the big surprise of the night) Harry Potter had arrived, and they were talking jubilantly about the upcoming ball they had been hearing whispers about.

George sat between [y/n] and Ron purposefully, and [y/n] sighed in relief while staring at George.

“Hasn’t it had any effect yet?” asked George, referring to the candy. [y/n] just shook her head. “It will happen soon.”

She wished he was right.

The two of them got caught up on the table talk, adding their own remarks and desires for the party. [y/n] didn’t add much too aloud, though — she was afraid Ron could say something about them going together.

Suddenly, she felt a kick inside her. The candy bar! she thought, anxiously. She stared at Ron from behind George and gesture for them to go out. She needed to say it, once and for all.

George watched as the two of them left, but he didn’t make a comment.

“So much for [y/n] marrying Fred…” Lee said aloud.

“Me?” asked Fred, confused and frowning. Lee laughed and Angelina tried to ease Fred, mostly for [y/n]’s sake, then for the red haired’s.

George kept staring at the door as if wishing the conversation ran out faster if he did so. Lee nudged George.

“Is she kissing him?”

“Ew, no,” George replied. “She wanted to talk him outof his feelings,” he continued. “She even ingested one of the Magic Bars for courage.”

“Those are never a good idea,” said Hermione, meddling.

“Why?” asked Lee, genuinely curious. He often liked those candy bars.

“Well, it gives you the kicks to do what you most long for. Not necessarily a good thing if what you most long for is to kill someone, for instance,” she explained. Hermione, then, shrugged, knowing [y/n] was not about to kill Ron, but suggesting that what she most longed for might not be “end things” with Ron.

George pondered Hermione’s words. What could be the thing [y/n] most ached for, and could the magical candy bar really help?

He had no more time to think as the door from the Three Broomsticks opened once again, but only Ron came in. He had some of a tired look on his face, and that worried George. Not for his younger brother, but for [y/n].

George got up and left, leaving a confused Lee behind. Angelina and Fred exchanged looks before smirking — both sharing a secret of what had happened.

“Never again make me ingest one of those bars, are you hearing me?” [y/n] said as soon as she faced George, in on dark space between Three Broomstick and the next store next to it.

“What happened?” George asked, stupefied.

“Nothing, of course, and how could it? With Ron?” she laughed it off. “I just told him something about him being the little brother I never had and how I saw him grow up so fast. He understood the message.”

George waited, but she said nothing more. “So, what’s the matter?”

“I want to be touched, Georgie!” she exclaimed, surprising herself. She covered her mouth, a little too late, but it was the least she could. Had she really told George she wanted to be touched? Had he understood the length of her words?

George froze, giving [y/n] the time to gather her thoughts. He looked very handsome in the half-light coming from the establishment next door, and [y/n] enumerated how many freckles he had on his face. There were more than Fred’s, and George’s were more intensely gathered on his nose. The twin noted the girl’s fierce inspection and cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone almost gruff as he felt completely exposed in the dim light of the Hogsmeade night.

“I’m counting your freckles,” she replied truthfully. It wasn’t the candy effect — she really wanted to be honest, because that was how she was around George. [y/n] never thought before talking when she was with the younger Weasley twin, unlike when she was around Fred or even Oliver Wood.

“Why?” George questioned in a whisper. It was like he was afraid to speak.

“Because…” [y/n] didn’t have a “why”. She wanted to, so she counted. She wanted to come closer to him, so she did. Moreover, she longed for his touch, and that terrified her. “I wanna kiss you.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, but it felt very loud in both of their ears.

What? George wanted to ask, but he wasn’t able to mould a coherent phrase. Instead, he leaned closer. If she wanted to kiss him, he would let her. He had thought it before: the man she desired, she would get.

“George?” she asked, forcing him to open his eyes once again. “I won’t kiss you unless you say you want to kiss me too.”

“I thought you were desperate to be touched,” George played, smirking a little.

“Desperate? I didn’t say that” [y/n] smiled too.

“Kiss me, [y/n],” he said, the smirk disappearing.

She took one last deep breath and pressed her lips against his. It felt sweet at first, but then it was something different, something [y/n] could not find words to describe, perhaps spicy could be a great word, but it wouldn’t delineate it completely. There was more, always more, and when [y/n] opened her mouth waiting for his advance, she was impressed to feel him eager.

Their kiss deepened, it became something of its own, essentially when George’s arms took her whole body in, tugging, hugging, caressing her. She did the same with her hands, searching for his red curls, and pulling him in by the neck.

“George, touch me,” [y/n] yearned.

“I… I…” George couldn’t find the words, neither to say yes nor no.

He kept pulling her, closer and closer, but it wasn’t enough. He finally understood her, understood what she longed for because he longed for the same. To touch her, on her very core. But he couldn’t.

“We shouldn’t, [y/n],” he said, sorrowfully. “I shouldn’t.”

“Fine,” she whispered, leaning over his ear. “But I should.”

Her hands left his neck and wandered towards his trousers, finding the confirmation of his deepest desires. Oh, he hankered to touch her, too. He only lacked what the candy bar gave [y/n]: fearlessness.

He held her hand before she pressed him even tighter.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” he asked. “You’re probably intoxicated.”

“Intoxicated?” she stepped back. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t believe her. “Why? Because I would rather be with Fred, you reckon? Oh, yeah, you know so much about me!”

She took more steps away from him, and looked back, finding him with a disturbed expression on his face.

“If I wanted to be with Fred, I would’ve found a way to drag him here,” she said, confidently but also angry. “But it was you who came to me, and yes, I might’ve been the one to kiss you, but only because you told me to.”

“[y/n]! I… I just don’t think you wanted to… in the middle of Hogsmeade,” he shouted back, feeling the first raindrop fall over his nose. “Because don’t turn this on me! I’ll allow you to touch me anywhere you’d like, any day, even! You longed to be touched, but I’ve been longing to be touched by you!”

His words weren’t only an astonishment to her, but to him too. George didn’t know he had been thinking about her that way until she touched him — until he felt the taste of her lips.

[y/n] made a quick decision: she left. She turned her back, feeling raindrops start to fall all over her, but she didn’t bother and kept walking away, towards Honeydukes.

George watched as she went, and he was frozen, even in the rain. It was Fred who found him, all soaked.

“What happened?” Fred asked, but his twin did not answer. “I knew I should have taught you better how to hit on girls.”

George, paralysed, only moved his lips. “She left me,” he finally said. “In the rain, all alone.”

Fred breathed. “Let’s go back to Hogwarts; she’s not going to get back here.”

George followed, but he remained emotionless.

wizardimagines:

angst
1. i know i’ve hurt you
2. i saw you with him
3. everything has been reminding me of you
4. i don’t want to let you go 
5. i’m no good for you
6. don’t lie to me
7. you really made me believe you were mine
8. stop pushing me away
9. you haven’t even looked at me for days
10. who have you been with?
11. no one could ever take my place
12. i hate you, don’t you dare leave me
13. i just want you to be happy
14. is this it? just like that?
15. you’re lying and you know i know
16. is this the last time i’ll see your face?
17. was there ever something i could’ve done?
18. i want you back
19. i’ve been waiting for you my whole life
20. you said you’d never let me go
21. i gave you every piece of me
22. i’m not afraid of you anymore
23. i’ve learnt to live without you
 24. can’t you see what you’ve done
25. please just leave me alone
26. what’s the point?
27. why do you keep bringing this up?
28. do you ever think of me while fucking her?

fluff/random
29. are you jealous?
30. please hold my hand 
31. have you ever kissed anyone before? 
32. are you even real?
33. you’re my person
34. stop interrupting me!
35. i have an idea
36. do you want to spend the night?
37. stay here tonight
38. you look absolutely amazing
39. i can’t sleep
40. can i kiss you now? 
41. am i doing this right?
42. come cuddle
 43. is that blood?
44. are we on a date right now?
45. we’re not just friends and you know it
46. i can’t breath
47. well this is awkward
48. what did you do this time?
49. that’s too sappy, you’re making me want to vomit
50. are you in detention? again? 

i’ll be updating my prompt list tomorrow ! please feel free to send me some requests in the meantime, i always love doing these . <3

my good girl, draco x reader

pairing: draco malfoy x reader
word count: 1,1k
summary: when draco catches harry potter flirting with you, he doesn’t take it too well.
a/n: this is kind of a full version of this headcanon , it’s definitely not the best and i could’ve done a way better job but i kinda just wrote this so i could get rid of my writers block and i feel like i have other imagines waiting for me that i should prioritize right now . i hope u guys enjoy this small angsty, kind of smutty (?? not really) imagine tho !! <3
warnings: kind of smutty, might be some writing errors

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There was no one Draco Malfoy despised more than Harry Potter himself, and he wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret. Draco had been at Harry’s neck ever since the first day he saw the boy, there was something about him Draco just couldn’t stand. Everyone knew that it was purely because Harry had everything Draco had ever wanted, but Draco would never admit that. So instead his hate for Potter just grew more and more for each day that passed.

And there was no one Draco loved more than you, his girlfriend. Or he didn’t know if you actually were his girlfriend yet, but he surely knew he loved you and had for a long time. You started seeing Draco at the start of the sixth year, even though you had known him since your first year at Hogwarts. He never thought much of you, he never really said anything to you or even paid much attention to you. Until he got paired up with you in one of your classes, leading to him falling head over heels for you; wanting to be with you every second of the day. Draco wasn’t sure if you two were a couple yet, as you two did all the things couples would do; sleep together at night, cuddle and most importantly, have sex.

The blond boy walked into the great hall, ready to eat breakfast as his eyes searched the room for you. He spotted you sitting at your usual spot, waiting for him, just like you had done every morning. A small smile spread across Draco’s lips as he saw you talking to someone, being too busy with staring at your lips moving as you spoke to even look who you were talking to. But as he got closer, he quickly realized who it was. ‘’Potter,’’ The words left his lips, the small smile disappearing completely as he furrowed his eyebrows.

This was the last thing Draco wanted to see. He had never seen Harry speak to you before, so why was he talking to you all of a sudden? ‘’So you’re in the same charms class as me, right?’’ Harry asked with a smile on his lips as you nodded. ‘’Right!’’ You answered, smiling back at him. Harry had approached you just a couple of minutes earlier, asking if he could sit down for a minute. You had no problem with him whatsoever, so of course, you let him sit down next to you. ‘’I thought I’d seen you before,’’ He continued. ‘’It’s kind of hard to miss you, if you know what I mean.’’ His ears turned red as he spoke, clearly embarrassed. You had heard the rumors going around school, that Harry Potter wasn’t the best with girls; and at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’I’m just going to assume that’s a compliment,’’ You laughed as the brown-haired boy next to you rubbed his neck. ‘’Oh, yeah, it was! It really was,’’ He stuttered, still embarrassed. ‘’I didn’t come over here to make a fool of myself though,’’ He chuckled, avoiding eye contact.

‘’Don’t be silly! Thank you for complimenting me.’’ You gave him a warm smile, letting him know it was okay. A small smile spread on Harry’s lips as he looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak. But before a word could leave his mouth, his smile dropped. You furrowed your eyebrows as his gaze turned to something behind you, his eyes big. ‘’Well,’’ A familiar voice said behind you, causing you to turn around to identify who the voice was coming from. ‘’I see you’ve taken a liking to my girl, Potter?’’ Draco spat, placing one of his large hands on your shoulder. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out, the words my girl surprising you. You could tell the words had surprised Harry just as much, as he couldn’t form another sentence. Harry would usually be rather quick when it came to talking back to Draco, but this time he was left completely quiet. ‘’Can I have a word with you, Y/N?’’ Draco asked, still looking at Harry who was still sitting next to you. You quickly nodded as you stood him, immediately being pulled away by the blond boy.

As you reached the empty Slytherin common room, all the other students eating breakfast which left you two alone, Draco pulled you in by the waist. ‘’So,’’ He muttered, breathing down your neck. ‘’Do I really have to show you who you belong to?’’ He whispered, pressing a kiss onto your neck, making your whole body shiver. ‘’You called my your girl,’’ You whimpered as he softly pressed another kiss onto your sensitive skin. Draco let out a small hum as he continued to press small kisses down your neck. ‘’Are you jealous?’’ You let out, causing Draco to freeze. You stood there, completely frozen as you were scared of what his next move would be. Instead, he just continued kissing down your neck, now slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. ‘’I just think Potter needs to learn how to stay in his place.’’ He mumbled against your skin, causing you to let out a small moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling you closer to him. He kissed up your jawline, his lips eventually meeting yours.

The kiss was rough. Your lips moved together perfectly as he just pulled you closer to him, his hands finding their way under your shirt as he grabbed onto your cold skin. Your hands found their way towards his blond hair, tugging at it; causing Draco to let out a small grunt as he kissed you even harder. At this point, you could feel his hard-on rub against the material of your clothes, making you wetter and wetter.

He grabbed your throat as he pulled away, making you groan as you never wanted him to pull away. ‘’How about,’’ He mumbled, looking down your body; admiring your figure. ‘’You show me who you belong to?’’ He said, looking back up at you. His eyes were filled with lust, making you weak at your knees as you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you. ‘’How do I do that?’’ You asked, causing a chuckle to leave Draco’s lips. ‘’Get down on those pretty knees for me love.’’ The very same moment the words left his lips, you dropped to your knees. You looked up at him, a smirk forming on his face as he stroked your hair. ‘’You’re such a good girl, my good girl.’’

This is so random but at the same time it’s actually not at all. 

• Would any of you read a Harry Potter fanfic? Written by me, planned by my, following the canon HP movie andbook universe? About one of the Weasley twins? Sirius Black’s daughter that’s a Malfoy? And Slytherin?

Let me explain what I have in mind. As cliché as it sounds, I need you guys to believe in me andmy abilities. I have long since wanted to write a Sirius Black daughter story. Not the usual jazz though. I want her to be a Malfoy. Raised alongside Draco, first in the row to collect her mark with You-Know-Who (does she want it?idkidkidk) and babied by my quin Cissy. She doesn’t leap into her father’s arms, she’s stoic and proud, intelligent and responsible (no crazy shananigans here nonoNO we’ve got a Malfoy kid on our hands!). 

I literally have NO IDEAS only like 6 scenes I wrote throughout the last few days. Many more are to come I’m sure of it! Keep in mind that I amre-reading the books and re-watching all the movies which will be putting me in a spot this Christmas where I will be obsessed with HP!!! Free time and inspiration = fanfiction

Idek. It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Hell, since I was 12 years old. Might just be the time to do it. What do you think?

I’ll be tagging those on my HP tag list for obvious reason such as WHAT DO YOU THINK? My ask is available too. 

✭HARRY POTTER:

@resanoona@magicalxdaydream@iammirrorball@writing-of-a-british-bitch@s-unflowxr@high-ashell-hargrove@marvel-ousnesss@dystals@queenxxkiller@lovinghufflepuffgirl@killerstvles@navs-bhat@nuttytani@catching-the-train-to-hogwarts@fandomscombine @lovinghufflepuffgirl @demirunner @alexxavicry

✭ FRED WEASLEY:
@sarcasm-n-insomnia

✭HARRY POTTER:

@Viscountess-YNBridgerton  

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/ Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return/Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations / Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/Chapter 7: Girl Talk /Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/ Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/ Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/ Chapter 11: Spell It Out/Chapter 12: Long Overdue/ Chapter 13: Always Want You

Chapter 14: A Magical End and a New Beginning

When you woke up the next morning, Ron’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and his snores were loud enough to wake the entire Burrow. Giggling at him, you turned around to kiss him on the cheek. At this, he started stirring in his sleep.

“Wake up, Won-Won,” you teased.

Ron groaned sleepily and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Never, call me that,” he said, his speech thick from sleep. His morning voice instantly made you feel hot and light headed.

“What would you rather me call you?” you asked, a playful smirk appearing on your lips. “Sweetheart? Lover of mine? Honeykins? Sex Wizard Supreme?”

“My boyfriend will do for now,” he responded, kissing your lips. After a moment he pulled away, pursed his lips and said, “On second thought, I kind of like Sex Wizard Supreme.”

You laughed, playfully nudging him off of you as he tried to kiss you again. In response to this, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and attacked your neck with thousands of kisses. You were giggling and gasping under your breath when suddenly, Ron’s bedroom door was kicked open. Both of you froze.

In marched Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and the twins.

“I see we’ve come full circle,” Hermione said with a smirk once everyone got a glimpse of you and Ron, tangled in the bed sheets. You self consciously pulled the sheets higher up around your body to cover up for the fact that underneath the red comforter, you were butt-naked.

“Itoldyou this was where she was,” Ginny said, lightly slapping Harry on the shoulder.

Fred made a great deal of dramatically holding his hand out to George, who dug two galleons from his pocket and slapped it into Fred’s open palm. George glared at you for a second, presumably for making him lose his bet, but before long he was back to smiling and joking.

“You’re welcome for those fireworks, mate,” George told Ron. “Without them, I would’ve bet you never would have told y/n you liked her.”

“Bet? Would you like to make another? I could use some extra cash,” Fred said, turning to his twin with a smirk. George responded with an eye roll and a shove to Fred’s shoulder.

“Ron! You never told me you liked y/n!” Harry protested in disbelief. “I’m your best friend,” he added afterwards, obviously a little grumpy that Ron hid this from him.

You felt Ron shrug behind you, his arms still in place on your waist.

“You never told me you fancied my sister,” he responded. His voice was still deep from just waking up and it made you wish everyone would leave the room so you could attend tootheractivities.

Harry’s face turned the color of Ginny’s hair. Ginny, who was now grinning like an idiot.

“Come on then, Harry,” Ginny said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open door. “Ron and y/n had their conversation, now it’s time for ours.”

Once they left, Hermione and the twins stayed grinning at the two of you.

“Get out,” Ron grumbled at them.

“Please,” you added with a sweet smile.

Hermione winked at you as she left. The twins followed, but not before shouting “Use protection! Wrap it before you tap it!”

Ron groaned at their words but you knew he was secretly as excited as you were when his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone.

“So,” you prompted, rolling onto Ron’s stomach. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips, moving up and down the sides of your body, giving you shivers.

“So,” he replied with a smirk.

You leaned down to press your lips against his.

“Whatdoya wanna do on this fine morning?” you asked, mumbling the words against his mouth.

Ron’s hands trailed from your waist downwards, cupping your bare bottom.

“I could think of a few ideas.”

…

After about three rounds of mind-blowing sex, you were reallymaking up for lost time, the two of you headed downstairs for breakfast. Well by now, it would probably be lunch.

Ron had insisted you wear one of his t-shirts, which had been exactly what prompted round number three, so you walked, more like limped(for obvious reasons), down the stairs wearing your jean shorts and his red Chuddley Canons shirt. His hand was pressed against the small of your back to keep you steady and it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You wished he would never stop touching you.

“Morning,” George said, lifting his mug of tea and smirking at you.

“Y/n!” Mrs Weasley said, brightening once she saw you. “You missed helping at breakfast this morning, but no matter, please sit down! We’re having sandwiches for lunch.”

You thanked her, sliding into the nearest chair, praying to Merlin she hadn’t noticed the way you were walking. Ron sat beside you and before long, the whole Weasley family was at the kitchen table. Plates of food were passed around and everyone started digging into the meal. Talk at the table was joyful and full, and you couldn’t have been happier. You were sitting around the table with the boy you loved, your best friends, and the nicest family you had ever met. It was in that moment that you realized, this was the happiest you had ever been in your whole life. All thanks to this wonderful summer, you knew more moments like this would happen again.

After lunch, you played a game of Quidditch with the family and after an astounding match (you had scored at least 7 goals) you found yourself under the familiar oak tree, playing wizard’s chess with Ron.

His knight piece had just smashed your pawn into a dozens pieces and you let out a low sigh.

“I’ve never been very good at this game, Quidditch is more my speed,” you admitted.

Ron grinned, happy to have found a game he could beat you at.

“If I let you win will you stay in my room again tonight?” he asked with a giddy look in his eyes.

You laughed, pushing his shoulder. The instant your skin touched his, it was like the same sparks from your first kiss were ignited again. Ron rolled over on top of you, cradling your face with his large hands as he kissed you breathlessly. You couldn’t help the sigh of happiness and love that escaped your lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “Won’t your parents get suspicious?”

Ron shrugged, kissing your left cheek, then your right, and finally your forehead before pulling you into his side. Now you were cuddling under the oak tree, the summer sunshine illuminating his red hair, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“Maybe they will, I dunno. I think they suspected us to be banging for years,” he replied.

“Such romantic word choice,” you quipped with a laugh.

He kissed your shoulder before responding, “Fucking, making love, bumping uglies. Whatever you want to call it, as long as we get to do it again.”

You laughed again and he joined in, the sound like music to your ears.

“I’m serious though,” Ron finally said, turning to you with a much more mature look on his face. “Not just about the sex thing. Even though that isvery good. But I mean in general.” His eyes scanned yours and you had the feeling he was nervous about what he was going to say next.

“In general?” you asked.

He nodded before continuing. “I don’t want this, us, to be a just summer thing. I’ve loved you for years, and I want to keep loving you for years. That means during our last year at Hogwarts, and afterwards.”  

You were stunned by his vulnerability to say that. In response, you kissed him, trying to pour all of the love and words you didn’t know how to articulate into the kiss.

“I want that too. I want you, too. For years to come.”

He grinned at that before repeating, “For years to come,” as he kissed you again. And again. And again.

the end.

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley.

Last Chapter! (I combined the last chapter and the epilogue cuz they are not too long.)

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: food mention, mention of divorce, people pretending to choke, proposal.

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: photos used in the header are from Pinterest. Credit goes to the original owners.

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on any platform! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

Pride and Prejudice Series Masterlist

Fred walked downstairs, noticing a faint smell of apples in the joke shop. “So are we selling apple juice now, Georgie?” he joked.

But George looked confused, “What apple juice? I could only smell caramel-” And then the answer finally came to George, “Amortentia!”

Fred followed George to the shelf displaying amortentia and immediately realized a firecracker just exploded next to this shelf, causing at least four bottles of amortentia to break and the love potion inside to spill.

George waved his wand and cleaned up the mess, but a satisfied smirk soon appeared on George’s lips, “Strange. Didn’t know you liked apples this much.”

“Shut up and go back to work!” Fred raised his voice, covering for the fact that he’s a complete mess now. 

That fainting smell of apple that’s still lingering in the shop also had a dash of the scent of book pages in it. And this combination could only remind Fred of one person. 

You.

The person whom he married out of a dare. The person who he fell in love with during the process. The person who just walked out of his life.

George noticed the change in Fred’s expression. How defeat was now written all over his face. “Mate, you need to do something. You can’t just let her walk away like that.”

“What can I do?” Fred sighed, “Maybe she’s been waiting for this all the time.”

George sighed with Fred. This wasn’t like his brother. Soon the lingering smell of amortentia caught his attention, and a brilliant idea popped into George’s mind. “She has feelings for you too, and I can prove it to you!”

~

You pushed open the door of the joke shop. George just called you claiming that there’s an emergency, so you rushed to the joke shop immediately after work.

George approached you with a small glass vial, “Y/N, this is the new perfume I just made. I need your opinion.”

So this is the emergency??

You looked at George, couldn’t decipher what his smile meant. But you did know one thing. In fact, everyone who went to school with the twins should know the rule: be careful of what they handed to you. So you stepped away from that vial and asked with caution, “When did the joke shop start selling perfume?”

“Oh, we are always trying to expand our business,” George noticed how you became alert, so he added, “I swear to Merlin, this is not a prank!”

Still finding his smile suspicious, but for Merlin’s sake, you still decided to take the vial.

“Does it smell good? What does it smell like?” George asked carefully.

“Hmm…” The perfume did smell very good. You could smell the sweetness of cinnamon, a dash of gunpowder, but it also smelled so familiar. It smelled like…Fred’s cologne? “George, I’m pretty sure someone else has already made a perfume like this.”

“Really? How so?” George felt his heart beating at his throat, so scared that you might say another person’s name.

“Isn’t this just Fred’s cologne?” You were finding this unbelievable. How could George not recognize his own twin’s cologne?

“Oh really!!” Hearing a definitive answer from you has made George so happy that he pulled you into a hug. “Got it! Thank you for your opinion! You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome…?” Watching George being so happy that he could start dancing at any minute, you were beginning to think that the chemicals in the perfume were toxic. How could making a plagiarized perfume make a man so happy?

~

Two days later, you apparated to the joke shop again. It was raining outside. Maybe the weather was trying to set the tone for what was about to happen next. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of the twins’ apartment, the apartment that you called home for the past year.

Fred opened the door, letting you in without saying a word. You tried not to look at him so you could appear indifferent and won’t be affected by his expressions.

“Here’s the divorce document,” you said as you took out all the paper in your bag. He took the documents and flipped through the papers quickly, still not saying anything at all.

You couldn’t tell if his silence meant he’s also not ready to say goodbye or he just had nothing to say to you. But you tried not to overthink as you continued, “Oh, before you sign it, you still have one wish left. What do you want me to do?”

“What if I said,” he finally looked at you, his eyes capturing yours, “I don’t want you to go?”

His words were like a drum in your ears, rendered you speechless. Before you could fully process what he just said, Fred continued, “It might sound crazy, but for the past few days, I realized I just couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore.  I know I’ve lived 20 years without you perfectly fine, but now that I’ve had you in my life, I don’t ever want to live without you again. I know I could be insensitive sometimes, and I probably did something stupid that made you mad in the past year, but I’m willing to change if you tell me to.”

“All I’m trying to say is,” he took a deep breath and continued, “Please allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. And please don’t divorce me.“

You finally let out a soft laugh. That’s Mr. Darcy’s line in Pride and Prejudice. You remembered reading this part to him during Christmas, and you couldn’t believe that he actually memorized this line.

Fred panicked when you weren’t talking, “But of course, if you really want to, I wouldn’t stop you. I-“

“You know, you don’t have to use your last wish on this,” you stopped him, “I was going to say yes anyway. But If you insist, that won’t be a problem with me.”

Fred’s eyes widened as he processed your words, “Wait, does that mean-“

You answered his question by pulling him down and pressing a kiss on his lips. He was shocked by your sudden action but soon kissed you back with his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer to him.

So this is what it feels like to kiss him, and it’s so much better than how you’ve imagined it would be. It started a soft kiss but soon became more passionate, as if you were making up for all the time you two spent on being oblivious.

“Should’ve done this earlier.” A smirk appeared on Fred’s lips when you finally pulled away.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were still heated.

He chuckled before giving you another soft peck on the lips. His hands were still resting on your waist.

“And you’re still this idiot’s wife.”

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“Y/N, there’s a Mr. Weasley looking for you,” the receptionist raised her eyebrows and smiled at you.

“Thanks! I’ll be done in a minute!” You quickly finished the last sentence and looked at Luna from across the table with your puppy eyes.

She chuckled, “Alright, you can leave early today.”

“Thanks, Luna, you’re the best!” You flicked your wand to pack up your bag before running to the door.

“Tell Fred I said hi!” you heard Luna’s voice behind you.

“I will!”

A month after your fake marriage ended, you quit your job at Whizz Hard Books. You didn’t want to work in a place that wouldn’t accept who you really are.

Ginny introduced you to Luna Lovegood and The Quibbler. You immediately fell in love with the whimsical ideas and style of The Quibbler, and Luna gave you a new job as you two hit it off very quickly. So this is where you work now. No need to hide your background and use a fake last name. This place accepted you for who you are.

Fred was at the door, opening his arms when he saw you running to him. “Happy one-year anniversary, darling!”

You giggled as you ran into his arms, “and this time, it’s real.”

“Yep,” he pressed a kiss on your forehead, “ready?”

You nodded, and the next second you two apparated to your favorite restaurant.

The dinner was delicious, and for dessert, Fred ordered your favorite cake. But when you were enjoying the cake, you suddenly felt something hard inside. This was extremely dangerous, for you could’ve swallowed it if you weren’t paying attention. You were just about to complain when you finally realized what it was.

It’s a ring!

You were surprised. Was Fred trying to propose? But last time you checked, you two were still legally a married couple.

But this also seemed like what he would do on your one-year anniversary. You were sure he was waiting to see your surprised face, and an idea soon came to you.

You pretended that you were trying to pick up your spoon because your elbow “accidentally” swept it down on the floor a few seconds ago. When you were sure Fred couldn’t see you, you slid the ring on your finger. Then you got up and took another bite of the cake like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

A few seconds later, you started coughing. Your brows were furrowed as your hands reached for your neck like you just choked on something.

Fred was freaking out, knowing that he’s the reason behind all this, “Darling, are you alright?”

The only response you could produce was a few glottal sounds and you looked like you were almost crying.

Fred ran to you as fast as possible. He wanted to help, but he had no idea what to do as his brain was in an absolute mess now. The only thing he could manage to do was apologizing again and again, “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have done that. Baby, I’m so sorry…”

The noise you two were making attracted the other customers’ attention, and you saw a waiter approaching you with his wand, trying to help. You knew it’s probably time to stop this prank.

“Are you talking about this?” You finally stopped acting and waved your left hand in front of him.

Fred’s expression froze, still trying to recover from the terror of accidentally hurting you. After a few moments, he finally realized, “Wait, does that mean…”

“YES!” You chuckled.

Fred’s furrowed brows finally unfolded as a bright smile appeared on his lips. He picked you up and spun you around, “She said YES!”

The crowd around you was clapping and cheering while your husband was cheering himself as well.

You giggled, “Freddie, you know we never went through with the divorce, right? So technically, I’m still your wife.”

“I know, darling, but I figured that I owe you a proper proposal,” he said while pressing multiple soft kisses on your face, “Plus, I just want to make this official. I love you, darling.”

“I love you too,” You smiled as your lips found his again, “I love you most ardently.”

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Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

In this chapter: It’s already the last month of your fake marriage. Is all of this really going to end?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, misunderstanding, insecurity, mean relatives, reader being jealous?

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long cuz I was feeling burnt out. And I apologize in advance for this chapter, but since it’s Pride and Prejudice themed, I had to include a part like this afghjldfk Also, I may or may not named one of the characters after a Pride and Prejudice character:)

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Please do NOT repost or translate my work on any platform! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

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Sometimes you would wonder what would it be like if you and Fred were friends when you were still in Hogwarts. And as your mind wandered through these imaginary scenarios, you would also daydream about what would it be like if you went to the Yule Ball with him. But regardless, just being in this moment, dancing with him to your favorite love song, was magical enough.

You were invited to Fred’s cousin’s wedding, along with the other Weasleys. Playing the character of Fred’s wife for almost eleven months now made you a regular guest to all kinds of the Weasley family gatherings. 

As the music played and the guests joining the bride and groom on the dance floor, you and Fred decided to join, too. 

“I’m definitely playing this song at my own wedding!” you were excited when your favorite love song started playing.

“And I’m definitely play something livelier,” Fred smiled as he commented.

“Glad we’re not having the same wedding then,” you glared at him, trying hard not to step on his foot. “I have a feeling our idea of an ideal wedding would be completely different.”

“So what is your ideal wedding?” Fred asked. You looked up at him and realized he looked sincere. 

“I haven’t really thought about it, but a small wedding with my close family and friends would be nice,” you answered. You left out one detail. All you could think of now was what would it be like if you could really marry Fred. But of course, you wouldn’t tell him that, “I’m assuming yours would be something more exciting.” 

“Of course!” If you paid attention, you would notice the blush climbing up on Fred’s cheeks, but you were too flustered by your own daydreams. 

“Let me guess, someone would probably turn into a canary.”

“Very likely,” he replied while twirling you around with the music, “and that someone is probably you!”

You laughed as you twirled. You weren’t paying close attention to your steps, and your right foot tripped your left foot. But you landed in Fred’s arm.

You looked up at him as your heartbeat started to pick up. Your lips were only inches away now that you could already feel his breath brushing lightly against your lips. 

You didn’t know how long has passed as you two both froze on the spot. Just a little bit closer and your lips would be pressing together. You never knew you wanted this kiss so desperately until now, and the fact that this was already the last month of your one-year marriage contract made it worse. You would be lying if you say you have never fantasized about Fred reciprocating your feelings, and this fake marriage could turn into a real one by the end of the year. 

“Fred?” A voice interrupted this moment and your daydream.

Fred pulled away awkwardly with the blush still tainting his cheeks. “Mrs. Collins? Maureen?”  You turned and saw the owner of the voice was an older woman and beside her was a beautiful younger woman, who’s about your age.

“Freddie! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Mrs. Collins pulled Fred into a hug, and when she finally let go of him, her eyes turned to look at you.

“Oh, Mrs. Collins, this is Y/N.”

You put on a polite smile and held out your hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N-”

“Malfoy!” she cut you off, without acknowledging your hand, “I’ve heard that Freddie married a Malfoy. How interesting! How did you two meet?”

The way she said “Malfoy” and her question stung you. From past experiences, you knew this conversation is probably not going to end well. “Our parents are actually old friends, so we met when we were still little,” you answered, hands fidgeting and not looking at Mrs. Collins.

“What a coincidence! Cause Maureen and Fred have also known each other since they were kids, isn’t that right, Freddie?”

“Yea,” Fred smiled, not noticing how your expression froze in an awkward state, “Oh, Y/N, this is Maureen. We used to be friends when we were kids until she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I had a choice!” She slapped on Fred’s arm, causing Fred to laugh while pretending to be hurt.

Watching them interact so naturally, you suddenly felt like you were interrupting something. A horrible feeling crept up in your mind. What if there’s already someone in Fred’s life, yet you still forced him to sign this stupid marriage contract?

“And Maureen’s an interior designer now! So if your little shop needs a makeover, I’m sure Maureen’s willing to help,” Mrs. Collins suggested. Her tone and expression all reminded you of your mum when she tried to set you and Fred up.

“Oh right! Fred,” Mrs. Collins continued, “come say hi to the rest of the family! I’m sure they all missed you a lot.”

“I would love to, but Y/N…” Fred looked at you. You couldn’t figure out what his expression meant? Was this an excuse because he didn’t want to go? Or did he want to go?

You didn’t know why insecurity started to cloud your brain. Growing up, you always thought you’re proud most of the time, but this was not the case when it comes to your last name. You knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. The history and crime this name carried have nothing to do with you. And you knew feeling ashamed of it gives it power over you, but all you could do was retreating to your shell whenever someone brought up your last name.

So your final decision was, “It’s okay, you can go. I’ll go find Ginny.”

“Great!” Mrs. Collins started dragging Fred to her family’s table. Fred was still looking at you, but then you heard Mrs. Collins say, “Don’t worry about Y/N! I know she probably wouldn’t want anything to do with our sort of people, anyway.”

Your stomach sank. What did she mean by “our sort of people”? And more importantly, what did being your sort of people imply?

A few months ago, you thought changing your last name by marriage could solve everything. But the cruel fact was that it changed nothing.

And maybe it was your insecurity talking, but how could Fred not say anything when Mrs. Collins made such a comment? Did he not understand what she meant? Or did he…agree with her?

After they disappeared in the crowd, you immediately apparate back to the apartment like you were fleeing a monster from your nightmare. That was the only logical move you could think of at that time.

~

“Fred,” you kicked off your heels after you got back to the apartment from work and began rambling on about your day, “you won’t believe what happened today. I-” But the words choked in your throat when you saw another person in the kitchen. You recognized it was Maureen Collins from the wedding a week ago. 

You thought you already forgot about what Mrs. Collins said to you at the wedding, but those words immediately rushed back when you saw Maureen again.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re back!” Fred exclaimed, and he noticed the box in your hand, “Is that my favorite pie!”

“Yea, I didn’t know…” It was supposed to be a surprise, but now it just felt extra when it seemed like they were already cooking a meal.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier. This was really last-minute,” Maureen explained.

“Yea, Maureen was here to help with the makeover of the shop, and it’s almost dinner time when we were done, so we thought-”

“No worries,” you cut Fred off before he could finish with the explanation. You didn’t like the way he sounded. It almost made you feel like you were a party pooper. 

“We can just eat the pie tomorrow!” You tried to put on a smile when you shoved the pie into the fridge.

“Brilliant! All sorted now! Y/N, come help! Dinner would be ready faster if we had three people cooking.”

“Yea,” Maureen chuckled, “Fred was just talking about the first time you two tried to cook together. It must be difficult having to cook with an absolute idiot, let alone being forced to live with him for one year.”

Your heart sank. Fred told her that the marriage is fake? According to your contract, he shouldn’t have told anyone, unless…

Watching Maureen cooking and laughing with Fred, your mind just couldn’t shake off the images of her living here and being his realwife. You had to admit that you didn’t like these images, but why should you care if someone else is going to live here instead of you. Your mum forced you to live here anyway, and now you could finally go home.

Home. You sighed as the image of home appeared in your mind. And you finally admitted that for the past few months, you also considered this apartment your home.

But you put on the contract yourself stating that you both could date whoever you like during this fake marriage, and you had no business in interfering with Fred and Maureen’s relationship now.

So you picked up your jacket again, “Actually, I’m having dinner with my friend tonight-”

“But I thought you were planning to eat at home,” Fred pointed at the fridge, referring to the pie.

“Oh, that’s for tomorrow,” you lied, even though you knew your excuses didn’t match with what you just said a few minutes ago. You panicked, so you proceeded to say something that you never thought you would say, “Plus, I need to give you two space.” You even said it with a wink, covering for the fact that you panicked, and you just rushed out the door before anyone could say anything. 

~

You went back to your parents’ house for the night and only returned to the apartment the next morning. Knowing the exact time when Fred would usually go downstairs to the joke shop, you successfully apparated into the apartment without bumping into anyone. You just wanted to avoid seeing him.

You decided to start packing up. There are only less than two weeks left, and you didn’t want to occupy other people’s home for longer than you needed. Your pride demanded a graceful exit.

You knew it would be much easier and quicker if you used magic. Just by a flick of your wand, everything would be packed. It would be so clean like you’ve never been here before, but somehow, you just wanted to take your time with it.

And it was until you started packing when you realized how attached you were to this little apartment. One year wasn’t that long, just like what you said at the beginning of all this, but every corner of this apartment had trails of you living here and your memories.

It was just a contract, you tried to convince yourself, and now the time’s up. But it still pained you to remove your every trail. You realized you were not only removing your existence from this apartment but also Fred Weasley’s life. 

“Y/N?” You were so busy going down memory lane that you didn’t notice the series of footsteps coming upstairs. You turned and saw Fred, who looked very confused now as he glanced around and saw the packed boxes. “What are you doing?”

“Just packing up,” you tried to say it as indifferently as possible, “there are only two weeks left, so I thought I should probably start moving my stuff away.”

“Oh,” Fred paused for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched into an awkward smile, “guess you’re finally free.”

“Yea, and so are you,” you tried to force a laugh, maybe he’s always waiting for this moment, the moment that he’s finally free, “I’ll move back to my parents’ house this week so that the divorce would look more realistic.”

His mouth opened, and you could tell that he was trying to say something. And for a second, you thought maybe he’s trying to think of a way to stop you. To say that he didn’t want you to leave.

But all he said was, “Okay.”

~

It was only around 6:30 am when you woke up. There were too many things on your mind that you couldn’t even enjoy staying asleep at ease. It was your last night here, after all.

Fred was still asleep with both his arm and leg on top of you. He’s an obnoxious sleeper, but you didn’t mind. 

You snuggled closer to him as your mind went through the nights that he comforted you when you couldn’t sleep, the sleepless nights that you would chat and laugh with so much ease, and the mornings when you woke with your limbs tangled together. It all felt like a dream, and maybe now it’s time to wake up. 

But before you do that, before you had to exit from his life, you just wanted to stay in this moment and stay in his arms for a little longer. You closed your eyes as you took in that familiar cinnamon scent and his cologne. Let’s just dream for a little longer.

~

Fred woke up with the other side of the bed empty. In a haze of sleepiness, he thought you just went to the bathroom. You would always come back to bed and try to squeeze in a few minutes of sleep before finally getting up and getting ready. But you didn’t come back today.

In fact, the apartment was awfully quiet today. He couldn’t hear your footsteps rushing in and out of the bedroom to get ready for work. And he didn’t hear you yelling things like “Did you see my keys?” or “FRED! Where did my apple juice go??”

Fred got up and tried to search for you in the living room, only to realize that most of your stuff was already gone. He collapsed on the nearby couch, not sure if he was still tired or feeling empty that you were gone.

How could you just walk away so easily? How could you just pull away from all of this almost like nothing ever happened? More importantly, how could you tease him about Maureen like it didn’t matter at all to you? And here he thought you two had great chemistry.

But without that and the contract of being fake husband and wife, Fred was confident that he could say you became friends. Even if you didn’t, at least you were roommates for a year, and that should induce some sort of emotion too.

But no, you just walked away, and all he could do was just getting used to not having you in his life anymore.

(to be continued.)

~

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My sister: well if you want one like that you could write it.

Me: you right

My three WIP: ….

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x female reader

Summary: You like reading every sort of genre there is to romance. From angst to smut. Remus uncovers this little secret of yours and makes a move which he has been wanting to make for a long time.
Warning: Angst? – idk if it is lol, fluff – its Remus, there’s always fluff with him, smut theme – minors dni.

part two

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“Until the next meeting, I suggest those without an assigned mission have a rest. We don’t know what to expect in this dark time and need everyone well rested and prepared if anything happens.” Dumbledore glances to everyone in the room as he concludes the meeting for the day.

The meeting was held at Grimmauld Place. Sirius had happily welcomed the order to hold meetings here as it was not known to many.

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t be able to rest when chaos could happen at any moment.” Bill said nudging your shoulder, you nodded your head in agreeance.

Everyone woke up from there seats and left the room. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the others were upstairs – Dumbledore didn’t want to concern Harry more than he already was.

As you made your way out of the room and to the livingroom, with Bill following closely behind, you failed to notice the lingering gaze of Remus.  

When your thoughts dawdle to him, you think of a very strong man who has lived a difficult life. Remus was kind, interesting and always managed to make those around him happy.

You admired him very much, and it was only Sirius who could recognize this admiration as something else. You were so oblivious to your own feelings for him that it made Sirius wonder how you were the most skilled witch he had known.

“Y/n dear, would you please help me with laying the table. It seems the children are too caught up in seeing one another.”

“Sure, no problem.” You replied kindly.

Excusing yourself from the livingroom, you walked down the narrow hallway which led to the kitchen and was about to enter when you bumped into a tall figure.

“Pardon me.” You apologized and looked up, meeting the eyes of Remus.

“My fault, it’s okay.” He said gently resting his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

You smiled at him nervously before slipping into the kitchen. You briefly looked over your shoulder and saw that he was still watching you.

A kind smile on his lips, you gave him a tight-lipped smile before going to Molly and letting her hand you the many plates to set on the table.

While it may make sense to just use a spell to set the table, you took comfort in the domesticity of small household tasks. It reminded you of home.

“Dinner is ready everyone!” Molly’s booming voice echoed in the large house.

Soon you heard the hurried footsteps of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Fred and George, who recently become of age to perform magic out of Hogwarts, just appeared beside a startled Molly.

“One of these fine days I’m going to be the mother of 5 children instead of 7.” She grumbled.

“I agree mum. I personally vote for Ron and Bill to be put up for adoption.” Fred said nonchalantly.

Ron sent him a glare, while Bill came in laughing at the fact that he was very much over the age to be put up for adoption.

Soon everyone was at the table. Harry sat next to Sirius, telling him all about what has been going on in his life, Ginny and Hermione were gossiping, Ron was eating, and the twins were discussing what spells they wanted to try out later.

Bill was sat beside you, speaking very lowly about Fleur and how she is so eager to meet his family, when funnily enough, they didn’t even know he was seeing her.

“I don’t know how to introduce her to them… you know how they can be.” He said with a sad smile.

You understood him, Molly had wanted him to end up with Tonks, who was too busy focusing on her own career to worry about settling down.

You, Bill, and Tonks were all the same age, 24 years old, and attended Hogwarts together.

“If you feel your relationship with her is strong, then I think you should introduce her to them. From what you tell me, Fleur seems like an amazing person.” You give him a reassuring smile.

All he could talk about was her, so he most definitely felt that their relationship was strong.

He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze as a way to thank you.

The small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Remus. He had been watching you since dinner had begun.

Remus viewed you as a fire to be reckoned with. While you may seem like the kindest witch in the world, you wouldn’t hesitate to put someone in their place if they did anything wrong to you or someone you cared about.

He bared witness to this when you and he accompanied Mad eye and Tonks on a mission to bring Sirius to safety from dementors.

After dinner, you had helped clear the table and clean up for the night.

It was already late and the majority of everyone had gone to bed since the next day was going to be a long one.

“Do you need help with that?” Remus’ voice spoke from behind you.

You had been trying to put away a plate which was kept in a very high place.

“Yes, please.” You reply softly.

You were about to move out of the way when his hand was placed on the counter in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter. As his other hand reached up to put the plate in its place, you felt his chest briefly brush against your back.

“You know… for a witch you sure do things in a very muggle way.” His voice was soft as he spoke.

“Before becoming a witch, this was my normal.Doing things manually.” You said with a smile.

You were born to a muggle family and got the letter every 11-year-old dreamed of receiving. Your life changed after that, but not everythingchanged.

“… besides, we could all use a little normalcy around here.” You said turning around to face him. He took a step back, otherwise your face would literally have been pressed into his chest.

“That’s true… I’ve been meaning to ask you more about the muggle books you recommended to me-“

“Remus, you’re needed in the livingroom!!” Sirius voice called from down the hallway.

“We can talk about this later?” He asked, to which you nodded.  

You and Remus had one thing in common, you both enjoyed reading. While he may have been older than you, you two got along like a house on fire when it came to books. Which is why in between breaks from missions you two would recommend books to one another.

He would tell you about magical books, while you would tell him about muggle books.

You stood there for a moment, processing what happened. It was a normal interaction, but the body language you two had exchanged with one another made your heart speed up and your thoughts roam wildly.

“Calm down y/n, he was just helping you with plates.” You told yourself before exiting the kitchen to join whoever was awake in the livingroom.

Bill was sat with Fred and George discussing a few things while Sirius and Remus were conversing quietly.

Remus’ eyes met yours briefly before his attention was brought back to Sirius’.

You were about to excuse yourself to go and prepare for bed before Bill noticed you and motioned you over.

“I was summoned.” You joked and sat beside him.

“Yes, I need you to convince these two to continue attending Hogwarts before wanting to join the order.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. Fred and George were still too young to be involved in such business. Even if you were just a few years older than them, you still looked to them as children.

“Your choice in wanting to join is very honorary, but it’s too dangerous right now. You just started to perform magic out of school, there’s still so much more for you to learn at Hogwarts. You can join at the right time, it’s just not right now.” You say with a sad smile.

You could understand their choice, they watched their parents work endlessly and contribute so much of effort into the order, but the last thing Arthur and Molly would want was to put any of their children in harm’s way.

They both looked upset but understood where you were coming from.

Bill, Fred, and George soon decided to go to bed as it was already late.

“I’ll be doing the same as them. Tomorrows a long day for us all. Goodnight.” You say to Sirius and Remus.

“Goodnight y/n.” Sirius waved enthusiastically. Remus lightly pinched him, which made him slightly jump.

“Goodnight.” Remus said with a smile.

You had been tossing and turning for the last hour.

Sleep seemed miles away for you at this point. You had experienced many nights where you weren’t able to sleep and instead stayed up reading, which is what you resorted to now.

You were a hopeless romantic when it came to books. Love for you always seemed like a fantasy thanks to the books you read. Remus noticed this when all the books you recommended him was romance based. Although none of them was quite like the one you were reading now.

“I think it would be better if you left.” He whispered only for her to hear.

“Why should I? Why must I deprave us both from what we both crave the most?” Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him turn his back to her.

A chocked sob left her lips, which made him turn around and look at her.

“It’s not what you want darling-“

“How do you know what I want, or what is good for me? There isn’t anything except you that is preventing this. For the both of us.” She said on stuttered words.

His eyes watched her, he could see the tears falling down her cheeks and the sadness in her eyes. As he watched her, an emotion of realisation washed over her.

“Unless… unless you don’t want me. Oh my god, I didn’t even think of that. I’m so sorry.” She began to take steps back and away from him.

His eyes widened at her words, and he stepped forward and reached out for her.

“No, that is anything but what I feel… your life would be much better without me in it. I’ve already caused you too much pain.”

A knock at the door took your attention away from your book.

“Come in.” You called out softly.

Remus’ golden-brown eyes peered from behind your door, “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I saw your room light on while I was on my way to bed and wanted to check in.”

“You’re not disturbing anything at all, I was just reading a book since I couldn’t sleep.” You explained holding up the book.

“What book are you reading?” He said stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him.

You sat up straighter when he leaned against the door and waited for your explanation.

“Its another romance novel, about two people who can’t be together… at least that’s what I’ve collected from what I’ve read so far.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile, leaving out the fact that the book had some other scenes which you were too shy to mention.

“Seems interesting, what’s it called and who wrote it?” He asked curiously.

Oof.

“Its called ‘the ghost of you’ by Zenith.” You answer hesitantly. (haha, see what I did there?)

“I’ll add it to my book list… ” He said leaning off the door and moving to open it, “I don’t want to keep you up any longer. Goodnight.”

He stood in the doorway smiling at you.

“Goodnight, Remus.” You said back politely.

The next day was a rush. The Weasley’s were taking their children, along with Hermione and Harry to Platform 9 and 3 quarters.

After a heart felt conversation between Sirius and Harry. You and Remus went back to Grimmauld place to take care of a few things. Bill went to visit Fleur as it had been quite some time since she saw him.

“I suppose now we just do as Dumbledore said and ‘relax’.” You said taking a seat on the sofa.

“I suppose so… although I can’t exactly relax with the full moon approaching.” He said jokingly.

You smiled at his attempt of a joke but knew deep down that the next few days would be difficult for him.

“Where are you going to be during the full moon?”

“There’s a cottage not far from here that no one goes to. Dumbledore found it and said I could use it whenever I needed.” He stated.

Remus had to go through a lot of full moons alone. When you would try to say you’d accompany him, he would insist you didn’t as he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

“Are you going to be alone again? You know I have no problem keeping you company-“

“I appreciate it y/n, but like I said, I prefer to keep you safe. It’s too dangerous, he is too dangerous.” He said leaning his head on the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

“I know Remus, but I don’t like you going through this alone. You have me, Sirius and so many other to help you.” You sighed.

“Everyone has bigger worries at the moment.” He turned his head slightly to look at you.

“Not me, I worry about you.” You said honestly.

A smile made its way to his lips, “That’s the thing about you, I admire how you worry about others.”

A silence embraced the two of you.

There was no one else in the house, but you and Remus. The gaze his eyes held on you was intense and had so much of emotion.

“You’ve got really pretty eyes.” He said reaching his hand over and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Butterflies.

“So do you.” You said ever so softly.

The next day Remus had taken it upon himself to loosen up a bit, explore and be as carefree as his life would allow him to be.

He found himself at a familiar bookstore which he frequently visited at one stage. He was in search of a specific book. One that you had recently mentioned to him.

A worker at the store assisted him and found it, “Thank you so much.” He said with a smile and went to sit and read a bit of it.

Before Remus knew it, about 2 hours had passed by and he had read quite a few chapters of the book. As those 2 hours passed by, Remus grew flustered by the words that described very explicit scenes to him.

He had always known that this sort of books existed, but he never knew that youwould be one to read it.

When he realised how much time had passed by, he went to purchase the book and make his way back to Grimmauld place.

As soon as he stepped in through the front door, he could hear the voices of Arthur and Sirius coming from the livingroom. He caught sight of you, Molly and Bill in the kitchen preparing some dinner.

“Remus, I was wondering where you disappeared to.” Sirius’ voice brought your attention to the hallway where you briefly made eye contact with Remus who smiled at you.

His small gesture from the previous day brought emotions you felt only when you read about romance you craved.

“I was just at a bookstore and got lost in time while reading.” You heard him explain to Sirius.

Soon he disappeared into the livingroom with Arthur and Sirius.

“Be careful, you might drool from how hungrily you’re looking at him.” Bill teased as he passed by you.

You flipped him off, which earned a chuckle from him.

“After tonight, I’m going to leave for a few days since the full moon is approaching.” Remus explained as you all sat at and ate dinner.

You perked up at his words and watched as he avoided eye contact.

“I’m coming with you this time; it’ll be like the old days.” Sirius stated.

Remus and Sirius shared a knowing smile with one another. It was no lie that Sirius, James, and Peter would help Remus with his transformations.

You unknowingly released a bit of a loud sigh, which had everyone’s eyes on you.

“Y/n dear, are you okay?” Molly asked concerned.

“Just fine, a little tired from the passed few days.” You quickly explained.

Everyone’s attention was diverted to Sirius who went on to explain some of the days he experienced at Hogwarts.

Bill, who had been sitting next to you, placed his hand on your wrist and silently asked if you were okay, you assured him that you were. Remus had watched the small interaction, feeling concerned at the unsureness in your eyes.

As soon as you were done eating, you excused yourself and made your way to your room.

You knew you should respect Remus’ wishes to not come along with him, but you couldn’t help but worry about him having to go through so much alone. Even with Sirius being there. You saw the damage that was done to him when they first reunited.

Just as you changed into your nightdress, someone knocked at your door. Having a feeling that it maybe Bill, you opened the door with saying, “I told you I’m fine Bill. I’m just tire-“

There stood Remus with his hands in his pocket.

“Hi.” He said amused.

“Hey.” You said slightly embarrassed.

“I… uh- I noticed you weren’t yourself during dinner and came to check on you.” He said matter of fact.

“I’m perfectly fine, just a bit tired.”

He looked at you suspiciously, waiting for you to explain properly because he knew you weren’t being truthful.

“Come in.” You gave in and moved a bit so he could walk inside your room.

He stood aside as you closed the door and walked past him to sit on the bed.

“I don’t want you to be upset, and I know it’s not my place but I’m not happy with you being alone during this full moon. Especially with just coming off from a tiresome mission.” You explained not meeting his eyes.

He smiled at your concern for him.

“I’m not upset. You’ve always expressed your concern, but I won’t be alone this time.” He assured you.

“I know, but Iwant to be there for you.” You said a bit frustratedly.

He grew silent at your words. Remus didn’t know what to say.

“Its too dangerous darling.” He said sadly.

You knew he wasn’t going to give in.

“Promise me you’ll be careful and the moment you need me, you’ll send Sirius to get me.” You said trying to negotiate.

“You have my word.” He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

Wanting to make light of the situation you decided to ask him, “So, I heard you telling Sirius to a bookstore. What book did you get?”

Now this would be interesting, was the first thing that crossed Remus’ mind.

“The one you said you were reading the other night. I’m already about halfway through it.”

Your eye darted to his and you visibly grew tense, “Is that so? What do you think about it?” You tried to play it off cool, like there wasn’t a war going on in your mind.

Nobody knew you read books like that, especially the fact that you liked what you read.

“Very interesting, the details in the book are impeccable. I don’t believe I’ve come across quite such a book.”

He was smiling at you almost on the verge of laughing.

You sigh and know you must explain yourself; you were caught red handed.

“I know its not the usual book you’d think of me reading-“

“Y/n, its okay. You don’t have to explain. There’s no shame in enjoying such things.” He said turning his back to you.

“Not when you haven’t exactly experienced it.” You mutter softly, your eyes widened once you realised, he heard what you said.

He stopped in the middle of his pacing and turned his head to look at you.

“Haven’t experience it?” He questioned.

You wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. It would be much better than exposing the fact you had no sexual experience but enjoyed every moment in what you had recently been reading.

“I haven’t done it before.” You say, trying to play it off cool.

Remus was shocked at your words. To him it was shocking that no one had come along and made you feel enough love to experience such a beautiful thing.

When he saw that you had grown a bit tense from what was being said, he knew he had to ease it and not make you feel guilty about it.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, everyone takes their own time with things.” He assured you, which had you feeling slightly better.

“I know, I guess the only romance I’ve been experiencing is what I read in books.” You joke.

He could see that you were avoiding eye contact, which he didn’t like. You had beautiful eyes which he liked looking at when you spoke to him. He stepped forward and reached up so that he could make you look up at him.

“You deserve to experience a love that could only be found in books.” He said with a genuine smile.

His words brought you happiness. No one had said something like to you. You’d never been in an actual relationship before, there was no time for that when there was so much going on around you.

“You do as well Remus. You deserve a love which makes you happy about who you are. Someone who accepts you for all of you.”

The look in your eyes at that point made something snap in Remus, in that moment he knew what he felt for you was strong, and he knew you reciprocated those feelings.

Which is why he leaned down and connected your lips.

The shock of it took a second to sink in, but the moment it did, you began to kiss him back. Once you did, Remus pulled you closer to him and placed his hand around your neck.

You moaned at the feeling of his hand around your neck, which only encouraged Remus further.

His hand roamed down your body and pushed you on the bed, he then placed himself between your legs and continued to kiss you.

Remus could feel himself growing feral for you, which is why he had to pull away in order to collect his thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” You asked confused.

“I just needed a moment.” He said taking in a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?”

Your brows began to furrow, and you started to feel nervous. Remus could tell you were feeling embarrassed.

“It’s nothing wrong with you darling. With the full moon nearing, my urges become stronger than usual. Having you like this isn’t making that easy.” He chuckled.

Now you were nervous for another reason.

“Oh, I didn’t know that happened.” You said surprised.

“Yeah, besides I want you to have a good first experience, not something that just happened in the moment. You deserve more than that.” Remus said caressing your face.

Disclaimer:This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Please put your age in your bio. Thank you!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader

Summary:A love which you thought would last.  

Warning:Angst.

Side note: Inspired by pretty when you cry. I may write a part 2. Happy reading! 

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Flashback:

“All the stars shine for you, my love.”

An indescribable sort of happy emotion had bloomed in your heart at his words.

Arms made their way around you, pulling you into the familiar warmth you felt with Draco.

A flutter of little kisses was laid upon your neck – your eyes remained on the stars above.

The view of them from the astronomy tower was beautiful but being able to see them with Draco made it even better.

“I yearn for the day we’re able to be away from here.”

“Why’s that my love?” He rested his head in the curve of your shoulder.

“So, I can finally express my love for you in front of all those who are against us.”

He stiffened at your words, hands almost falling loosely on your form.

A silence so loud encompassed you both.

“Our love would never be accepted.”

It was hard, living in a world where the love between a half blood and pure blood wasn’t accepted.

“It wouldn’t matter to me…” You turn to face him, with his hands settled on your waist, “As long as I’m with you, nothing else will matter.”

His eyes were down cast and not meeting yours.

“Am I the girl that you dream of?” You ask caressing his face.

“Of course, you are.” He smiled down at you.

“All those little times you say that I’m your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.” You lay a kiss on his cheek.

The way he made you feel was surreal.

Even though you couldn’t be with each other in the eyes of everyone else. When it just the two of you the world seemed to come to a stop and all else ceased to matter.

“I’ll wait for you, always.” You promised and closed your eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

Draco had previously become very distant with you. He had withdrawn into himself, and you had a feeling it had something to do with his father. It was a letter from a particular someone that had you cherishing every remaining moment you could with Draco as you didn’t know how much time you had with him.

Hiding this from him was the hardest thing you’d have to face.

Back to present:

You were walking back from your last class with your books pressed to your chest, making your way to the library to finish your homework.

“Hey y/n.” Pansy’s voice squeaked from the corner of the hallway you were about to enter.

“Yes?” You ask confused as she had only ever communicated with you about schoolwork.

She was leaned against the wall as your stopped in front of her, your eyes briefly me Draco’s as he was stood not too far away with the rest of his clique behind.

“Stay away from Draco.” She sneered towering over you.

“Excuse me?”

“I found the letters you wrote him. You seem a bit desperate for his attention.” Pansy turned towards Draco as he walked to her side with familiar envelopes in his hand.

“I have to say y/n, I thought ignoring them would’ve been the best choice, but you didn’t seem to stop after the first 10. Lucky, I kept them all.” He smirked and threw them towards you.

Thankfully you managed to catch them while balancing your textbooks. When you had a closer look at them, they were indeed letters from you, however these were letters you and Draco had exchanged between one another.

It was way you and him communicated with one another when you couldn’t meet at night.

You gazed back at him, tears gathering in your eyes.

His smirk seemed to weaken a bit before Pansy nudged him, she raised a brow at him.

He reached into the pocket of his robe and drew out his wand, it was pointed towards you.

“Aguamenti.”

You were drenched in water, textbooks soaked in minutes and the letters now almost soggy in your hand.

Pansy laugh could be heard echoing in the hallway, but that didn’t deter you from holding Draco’s gaze.

He seemed stunned for a moment before he put his wand back in his robe and then avoided eye contact with you.

“What’s going on here?” Harry’s voice boomed as he pushed through the small crowd of people surrounding the situation.

“Potter to the rescue.” Draco said in anger.

Harry looked at you up and down, noticing how your arms were now hugging your form as a way to protect yourself from the eyes of everyone.

The smirk on Pansy’s face and snickers coming from the rest of Draco’s clique explained the situation to Harry.

He glared at Draco as he took off his robe to put it around you, his pulled you into his side and he walked past Draco and bumped into his shoulder.

“I’ll get Hermione, okay? Just sit here for a moment.” Harry said before walking away.

Harry had been polite enough to bring you up to your dorm where he left you sitting on your bed.

When you were sure he was gone you allowed the tears to fall.

Draco had never acted like that before. He usually ignored your entire existence in front of everyone, as you did him. It was an agreement you both had made when your relationship had first started – which was nearly 3 years ago now.

“Oh y/n.” Hermione said sadly as she walked into the room.

“Harry told me what happened.” She said sitting next to you.

She comfortingly rubbed your back as your cried into her shoulder.

“I didn’t do anything.” You sobbed.

Hermione listened as your explained how the incident started.

“He’s going to regret what he did y/n. He doesn’t deserve you, and this isn’t anything he can be easily forgiven for.”

Hermione had known about your relationship with Draco. At first it was hard for her to comprehend as this was the boy who tormented her from the age of 11, but once she saw how effortlessly happy you were, she supported you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said waking up and opening the trunk in front of your bed to get some dry clothes for you.

You nodded and took the clothes from her and made your way to the girls bathroom.

While showering you couldn’t help but replay the incident in your mind. The way Draco looked at you wasn’t the way your Draco looked at you.

You chose to spend the rest of your evening in your dorm, telling Hermione you wanted to skip dinner due to being tired from the long week.

“I’ll bring you something to eat when we’re all done. I don’t want you going to bed on an empty stomach.” She said leaving no place for argument.

Draco’s eyes never left the entrance of the great hall. Each time someone entered, his eyes would wait to see if it was you.

“Aren’t you glad we got rid of your little stalker?” Pansy said gaining his attention.

He robotically nodded and looked down his plate.

Pansy was in his dorm earlier that day, rummaging through Draco’s things trying to find a reason as the why he was so distant with her and the rest of his ‘friends’. That’s when she came across the letters you had owled to him.

That’s when she came to him and curiously asked about it, disregarding the fact that she went through his things to find it.

Following her confrontation to him was the incident in which he used the Aguamenti charm on you – which he seemed to regret the moment he saw the tears in your eyes.

It was the first time he had made your cry.

“Draco, are you even listening?” Pansy asked from across him.

He nodded slowly before returning his eyes to the entrance, he saw Hermione walk into the great hall without you which was odd as you had always been at her side during any mealtime.

The rest of the time at the great hall was spent with his mind trying to come up with ways to contact you. He was aware at the fact that Hermione knew about you and him – but right now the last thing he wanted to do was ask her how you were knowing he would get an earful of scolding.

The rest of the castle was dark and asleep as you tiptoed your way to your place of comfort.

The astronomy tower.

You were sure Draco wouldn’t be there as he had a Quidditch match the next day.

Peaking at the top of the tower from a few stairs below, you made sure he wasn’t there before going forward.

It was a still a peaceful night, the sky clear of any cloud allowing the stars to shine.

You sat down at the edge, letting your legs dangle.

You leaned your hands against the railing and closed your eyes, enjoying the cool breeze.

The soft approaching footsteps caught your attention.

You panicked thinking it maybe filch. Quickly waking up from your spot, you moved toward a dim lit corner and stood still and out of sight.

When you saw a pair of grey eyes looking at you, you stepped out of your place of hiding, but still stayed a safe distance away from him.

“I thought I might find you here.” He said taking a step forward.

You took a step back instinctively.

Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he quickly diverted his gaze away and up to the stars.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” He said with a pained voice, still not meeting your eyes.

You remained silent.

“Pansy found your letters in my room, and I couldn’t think of any other excuse.”

“That still doesn’t excuse your actions Draco.” Your tone broke when you said his name, causing him to look at you and finally notice the tears.

Without thinking, he walked forward and enveloped you in his arms.

“Don’t cry love, please.” Seeing tears in your eyes and knowing he caused them pained him.

His thumb comfortingly caressed your cheek as you gazed up at him.

“What’re you doing you here Draco?” You ask, composing yourself.

“I didn’t see you for dinner.”

“I lost my appetite when water was dumped on me.”

You wriggled out of his grip and put a good distance between the two of you. You walk to the railing and rest of your hands on them. You knew the moment had come for you to make the final decision, and even though it hurt you the most, you knew Draco would be better of.

“I can’t do this anymore; I can’t continue to ignore it.” You said softly, but Draco was able to hear it.

He felt all blood drain from his face.

“What do you mean y/n?” He asked in a shaky tone.

“I barely recognize who you are anymore Draco. I’m losing myself by staying in the shadows with my love for you.”

“I’m still me y/n, I’m right here.” He said taking his hands in yours desperately.

“MyDraco is not here, he wouldn’t have done-“ You got choked up on your words.

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to. I promise.”

A sad chuckle leaves your lips as you break from his hold and yet again put distance between the two of you.

He looks to you, holding eye contact. Desperate for you to see how this is affecting him, how he craves to have you in his arms.

“Y/n, please.”

You shake your head, feeling the endless tears flow down your cheeks.

“Don’t you remember all those special times I spent with you, my love?” He asked smiling at the memories.

“I’ll never forget them.” You smile sadly.

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s for the best Draco. We come from two different worlds, you yourself were so hesitant with this relationship from the start. Sometimes you still are.”

“No, I love you. I know that I love you. There’s nothing in this life for me if you’re not there y/n.” He pleads brokenly.

“You’re capable of so much in this life my love. Our love will forever be special to me, I would take you as my lover in every life if I could.”

He walks towards you and gets on his knees, hands wrapped around your waist.

He’s sobbing into your stomach.

In that moment, you knew you would never be able to love someone else the way you did Draco. He ruined the concept of love for you – and you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

You knew this would be your last moment in his arms.

“Draco, look at me.” You said more strongly this time.

He gazed up at you.

“I love you, with all that I am – but we cannot continue like this.” You lowered yourself to his level.

He could tell that you had made your mind up, the woman he loved was here in front of him saying they couldn’t be together.

Gathering himself, he brought your face towards his own and allowed your lips to meet for one last time.

It was a slow, painful and passion filled kiss.

“I love you.” He whispered not opening his eyes.

Not being able to see him like this any further, you got up from the floor and was practically running down the stairs of the astronomy tower.

Disclaimer:The content which is displayed below holds themes that are considered mature, minors are not to interact, thank you

Pairing:Draco Malfoy x female reader

Summary: Catching Draco in the position you did was the most unexpected thing you could think of. Things escalate as the tension thickens. From there, the last month of your project brings a craved love for the both of you.

Warning:Angst – not really, but just in case, fluff – soft!draco things, smut – p in v (minors dni). 

Side note: The last part of my first mini-series for the harry potter fandom. I really enjoyed writing this, even though I took forever!!

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“You can uncover your eyes.” Draco said not meeting your eyes as you lowered your hand.

“I’m so sorry that I barged in like that.” You said embarrassed.

“No, its not your fault. I should’ve kept track of time” He stepped forward to pass by you in order to retrieve his clothes.

His bare chest brushed by you as he passed, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him.

“I’ll be in the kitchen while you change.” You said and stepped out of the room.

The tension between you two seemed to intensify as your eyes met his when he nodded in response.

Once you were in the kitchen, your mind wouldn’t stop drifting away from the look of pleasure on Draco’s face, and the fact that he was moaning your name amplified it further.

There was an odd feeling of superiority in you knowing that he had thoughts of you while being bare and in euphoria.

The opening of Draco’s room door caught your attention and he stepped out fully clothed this time. It was utter silence between you two, for the reason that you both didn’t know what to say. 

“Shall we get started?” He broke the silence.

“Yes, for sure. Of course.” You stumbled over your words.

You did quick work of taking out the progress of your project and beginning from where you left.

Although you two tried to ignore the tension the entire time, it was no lie that Draco had you squirming in your seat when he would lean over you to read what you had written or when he would put his hand on your shoulder to get a better look.

It brought back a particular night you spent alone in your dorm when your best friend was out. Draco had been on your mind, and you were feeling quite aroused that day.

Trailing your hands between your legs you imagined those greyish silver eyes looking down at you-

“Are you alright?” He finally asked when you didn’t seem to be paying attention.

“Uhm, yeah I’m okay.” You replied while your face heated up.

You gazed down to recollect your thoughts when you saw the bulge in Draco’s pants.

When Draco saw that your attention was elsewhere, he looked to the direction of your eyes and smirked.

“You seem a little distracted there y/n.” He stated with a small smirk.

Draco saying your name brought you out of your thoughts once again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”

“I’ve got an idea what it maybe.” Draco mumbled for you to not hear.

“We can take a break if you want to.” He said leaning back in the chair next to you.

“Do you want me to leave?” You asked without thinking.

“Leave? Why?”

“Well, earlier I interrupted you and I’m sure it’s not comfortable having to get to work right after not finishing what you were doing.”

Draco found this to be amusing, clearly because you were aroused and affected by what happened, but also at the fact that you were always a nervous wreck around him.

“Don’t you want to finish what you were doing?” You said unsure if you worded it correctly.

“Finish what exactly?”

“Pleasuring yourself.” You said biting you lip and glancing down.

Draco didn’t know how to reply to what you said.

“Have you ever done that? Pleasure yourself?” He asked curiously.

Not knowing what made you do it, but you nodded to him in response.

“How often do you do it?” He asked crossing his arms and running his eyes up and down your body.

His mind began to put together images of you in bed, with your hand between your legs and head thrown back in pleasure.

“Just when things get too overwhelming for me.” You admit.

To be completely honest, you never had much time to pleasure yourself when you shared a dorm room with your best friend. Only when life had gotten to the point of you feeling overwhelmed did you try to find opportunities to escape the realities of life.

“So, pleasuring yourself is like an escape for you?”

You couldn’t believe that you were having this conversation with Draco Malfoy, it seems to be true in saying to expect the unexpected.

“I guess you could put it like that.” You say with a small chuckle.

“What do you think about?” He moved his body in such a way that he was now fully facing you.

“Things I can only imagine doing.”  

Draco’s breath hitches as you say those words.

“How about you? What do you think about?” A sudden boost in confidence comes to you.

He laughed at your question, but when he spoke, his voice had become much deeper than before, “Don’t act like you didn’t hear your name leave my lips.”

The space between you two seemed to be too far at the moment, and in a haste, you two moved towards one another and allowed your lips to meet in the middle.

His hands made its way on your waist and hoisted you up and on his lap so that you were straddling him.

Your hands went around your neck and into his hair as you two fought in the heat of the kiss.

A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Draco’s cool hands on your back underneath your shirt.

“Take it off.” You said against his lips.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away from your lips.

“Yes.”

When you managed to take off your shirt, Draco looked to your breasts with desire filled eyes.

“Fuck.” He mumbled and started laying kisses from your neck to your breasts.

You sighed at the feeling; Draco’s kisses made goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Feeling cold?” He smiled when he looked to you, when you nodded, he made the choice of standing up and wrapping your legs around his lap. He made his way to his room, where it was much warmer.

He laid you down on the bed and made his way to between your legs.

“Before we go any further, I just want to clarify that before any of this I genuinely felt something very strong for you from when we were in Hogwarts. I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just because we’re working on a project together.”

He had to make it known to you, after years of silently pining after you, he didn’t want to ruin the moment he’d been craving for the longest time.

“Are you serious? You’re such a twat. Throughout being in Hogwarts I thought you loathed me… Godrick, you’re so lucky that all I want to do is kiss you right now.” You say before leaning on your elbows and kissing him.

Draco smiled against your lips and wasted no time in removing his clothes while you did the same with yours.

When you were both bare and exposed to one another, your eyes trailed down his body and to his length which seemed to be fully aroused.

“You’re already so wet for me.” He growled as his hands went down your body and between your legs.

“Only for you.” You said and moved your hips in accordance with his hand.

“That feel good for you? You like how my fingers are rubbing your clit.”

His dirty words made you even wetter if it’s possible. Your hands were clenching the pillow beneath your head since Draco was sat up between your legs, moving his cock in his hand.

“Play with your tits for me.” He demanded as he picked up in the pace he was rubbing your clit, abiding by what he said, you felt yourself one step closer to pleasure.

“What’re you thinking about y/n? Tell me baby.” Draco noticed the glazed over look in your eye and knew your mind was miles away.

“You fucking me, deep, hard and fast.”

Draco felt himself losing the little bit of control that he had been holding back on.

“Is that what you want?” He asked looking at you with furrowed brows as he felt his cock becoming sensitive.

You nodded your head in response, but this wasn’t enough for Draco. He had to hear the words.

“No, you have to tell me.” He stopped rubbing your clit with his fingers and instead took his cock and ran the tip up and down the lips of your wet pussy. Occasionally making contact with your clit.

“I want you to be the first to fuck me.”

Your words shocked him. Be the first?

He momentarily stopped and looked down at you, “Y/n, have you never…” He let the question linger in the air.

“No.” You whispered, scared at what his reaction would be.

“And you want me to be the first?” He asked gaping at you.

“Yes.”

Draco felt something within him snap and he leaned forward to claim your lips, once again moving his hip to rub his cock along the lips of your pussy.

“You sure that’s what you want? Me to be the first to fuck you? To make you feel good, huh? I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” He said hooking his hand around your neck and whispering the words in your ear.

“Yes please, I’ve wanted you for so long.” You moan at the feeling of his hand around your neck.

Smiling a devious smile, Draco drew back and gazed down at you.

He looked down to between your legs and took his cock in his hand to align his cock at the entrance of your pussy – which was wet and ready for him.

His gaze was back on you as he leaned forward and captured your lips in his, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss, your minded drifted away and in that moment, Draco thrust his hips forward.

You gasp into the kiss, but this doesn’t stop Draco as he gently and slowly rocks his hips back and forth against you.

The slight pain slowly disappears as you grow accustomed to his size and the feeling of being full.

“So big.” You mutter and look to him with furrowed brows.

Draco appreciated the comment as it drove him more to making you feel good.

“Yeah? You like my big cock in your tight pussy?” He teased further as his hands massaged your breasts.

You nodded in response to his question, not being able to answer. You were too concentrated at the feeling within yourself.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out as he changed the angle and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

The pace in which he was moving at increased when you began to move your hips along with him.

“You feel so good baby, so tight and wet for me.” He spoke provocatively.

Draco found it harder to not cum as you clenched around him.

He momentarily moved away from you, causing his cock to slip out of you. He turned you over so that you were now on your tummy. You lethargically laid on your front as he lifted your ass up in the air and once again thrusted into your pussy.

“I like this position better, because I’m able to…” Before the words left his mouth you felt the spank of his hand on your ass.

The sting only caused your more pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum.” You said weakly into the sheets.

Draco smirked at your words, “Does me spanking you make you want to cum?” He asked mockingly.

Another spank was delivered to your ass and soon as found yourself moaning Draco’s name into the sheets as his hips stuttered against your hips till, he released himself inside you. The headboard at this point had been bouncing off the wall and causing a noise.

Although all Draco could hear were the moans and groans being made between the two of you. He kept thrusting into you, chasing the feeling of pleasure you both were feeling.

Long moments passed by as you and Draco moved around to be more comfortable.

“That was quite something.” You said gazing at him shyly.

“Definitely… we have a lot to talk about after this, because I’m not going to go back to ignoring each other after this project is done.” He stated looking at you seriously.

“I know, that’s the last thing I want.” You said kissing him.

“Besides, this isn’t something enemies would do.” You chuckle as he rolls his eyes.

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Any relevant content warnings are included in the tags/notes of each work. Please check tags and full synopses for more details. Inspirations/prompts are credited in the relevant fic.

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Under Freshly Painted Ceilings (4k words) [Hermione/Draco] - Hermione attends a masquerade ball held at Hogwarts, and starts talking to a man who seems to be everything she might want - until he takes off his mask, and she finds out that she has been dancing with her enemy all evening.

the battle of hogwarts, except draco malfoy stands up to voldemort in the courtyard scene. (draco x reader) beware: big angst

trigger warning: violence, gore, major character death

‘And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us.’

A pause. Two words, spat out with venom into the cold morning air.

‘Or die.’

Draco fixes his gaze on the rubble before him as Voldemort’s serpent eyes pan the crowd. His body swims with the exhaustion of sleepless nights, while his mind is forced to stay alert to the danger that he is once again in. He doesn’t want to fight anymore.

‘Draco.’ His father’s rasp breaks the heavy silence. Heads turn to stare accusingly at him, and Draco feels a small flutter of hope that is replaced by a heavy weight in his chest as he realises the head he most longs to see is not there.

What if you’re dead? 

He doesn’t want to think about it.

He would never forgive himself.

‘Draco.’ His father, again, this time more desperate. More heads turn to look, none of them yours.

Draco finally dares look up, his sight travelling past the cloaked figure that has haunted him for the past few years and landing on his father. Lucius Malfoy, with his bloodshot eyes, dishevelled robes and straggly blonde hair, is a sad imitation of his former self. 

Draco hates him. 

He hates Voldemort too, and his stupid movement. He doesn’t want to go.

But he is terrified, afraid of what he knows Voldemort is capable of, afraid of what he has seen in those long grisly days at Malfoy Manor. He sees the green light hitting Professor Snape’s colleague square in the chest and her falling with a sullen thud onto the wood. He sees the snake sliding up the table too, past his trembling hands, and opening its fanged mouth and devouring her whole, blood and bones and guts covering where he used to eat his dinners as a child. He sees his aunt’s blade opening up Hermione Granger’s arm.  

When his mother - his mother, who he still loves, even after everything - speaks his name, softly like she had done when he was younger and less scarred, Draco’s resolve disappears. Everything else blurs until all he can see is her platinum blonde head, and he lifts one foot and takes a step onto the rubble in front of him, and then another, until a hand reaches out from behind him and grabs him by the wrist.

And there you are, weak from the night’s fighting, tears staining your cheeks, but with eyes as bright as stars because you are alive, wonderously, gloriously alive.

‘Draco.’

For the third time, someone speaks his name, and Draco takes in the sight of you, who he’s loved since fourth year, who he’s continued to love despite your ending it due to his involvement with Voldemort. Evidently you must still have some feeling left towards him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this.

He’d looked for you in the battle, before and after the fire in the Room of Requirement, heart leaping when he caught sight of people who could’ve been you, but weren’t. This went on for the rest of night, and in the heat and terror and waves of dead bodies that were too many to count, Draco had slowly given up hope.

'I thought you were dead.’

'Draco, don’t do this.’

Your hand continues to grip his wrist tightly, nails digging into soft skin. People are staring, and Narcissa Malfoy calls once again for her son, the sharp edge of fear creeping into her tone.

'I don’t want to,’ he chokes.

'Then don’t,’ you whisper. 'You’re better than this.’ You indicate with a shaking hand towards Voldemort and his followers. 'You’re better than him, than them -’

'I’m not.’

'You are. And - and you wanna know why?’

Draco stands still. The only part of him that moves are his grey eyes, stormy with turmoil and guilt. Then he begins to turn his head to look back at his parents. You reach out and place a trembling hand on his cheek, and gently guide his eyes to stare back into yours.

'Because they’ve made their choices,’ you say. 'They chose, some longer ago than others, to hurt people because of who they were. They chose to inflict pain. They chose to ruin lives. They’ve already chosen the path they want to take, and have covered a lot already. Most of them even seem to enjoy it.’

Grey eyes, stormy eyes, eyes beginning to fill with tears -

'I don’t think you would enjoy it.’

'Draco!’ Narcissa and Lucius, together this time.

'My parents,’ he whimpers, sounding like a little boy again.

You keep your hand pressed to his cheek. You can feel his blood pumping under his skin: warm, hot, pureblood, blood which isn’t at all different from anyone else’s.

'This is your choice. Your parents cannot make it for you.’

A grey sky above a grey castle covered in grey rubble, Harry lying dead in Hagrid’s arms -

'They made theirs a long time ago. Don’t suffer for them anymore. God knows you’ve suffered enough.’

You take your palm off his cheek; you’ve said all you can say. Draco is free now.

'Draco.’ A fourth speaker sounds his name in a soft snarl, and this time it is Voldemort himself. He is growing impatient - he is not making a request. It is a command, for Draco to decide. For Draco to choose.

He pulls his eyes away from yours. You don’t know what he is going to do. You have never been able to read him, not really, not even when you look into his soul through grey windows.

’Draco…’

A final warning. A sharp intake of breath from the crowd, and strangled screams are ripped from both Lucius and Narcissa’s throats.

The man turns around, and looks deep into Lord Voldemort’s snake eyes.

Draco Malfoy is shaking with terror, but he somehow manages to keep his voice steady.

'No.’

A gasp from the crowd, an angry hiss from Voldemort, and Lucius Malfoy begins to plead.

'My lord, he is just a boy - he does not understand what he is saying - the gravity of his words -’

Voldemort ignores him. He continues to stare at Draco, who stands his ground despite wanting the earth to give out underneath him. He imagines the flash of green light again, the dull thud, the snake -

’What did you say?’

The Slytherin common room, the thrill of Quidditch matches, Butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, laughter with you -

’No.’

Narcissa Malfoy speaks, her soft voice brave in the cold air. 'My lord - please.’

Voldemort raises the Elder Wand -

'My lord, please!’

I’m so sorry, mother. I had to do this. I had to do it

You grab Draco’s sweaty hand and quickly lace your fingers with his, because if he is going to die, surely you will too, and you want to go with him. You want to go with the man who made the right choice, if only at the very end.

Voldemort begins to say the spell and you grip Draco’s hand tighter, but just as you’ve prepared to die something in the Dark Lord’s face changes and he whips around.

The bolt of green light hits Narcissa Malfoy square in the chest, and she falls with a sullen thud onto the cold stone floor.

Someone screams. Draco lets go of your hand and runs to his mother, Voldemort’s inhuman laugh echoing in both your ears -

This will hurt him far more than him dying ever could.

You want to run to Draco but your legs have turned to jelly and you can’t breathe. All you can comprehend is the sound of him howling, and you’ve never heard anything like it in your life. You shove your hands over your ears to no avail. Raw, ragged, animal screams of pain sound out in the courtyard of Hogwarts.

Guilt and heartbreak descend upon you, and they’re heavy, so heavy that it hurts. You sink down under the gazes of the onlookers, the vision of three blonde heads, one of them lolling lifelessly on the stone - oh god - blocked from your view. Not even Harry jumping from Hagrid’s arms and the chaos that ensues cause you to rise from your sitting position.

Eventually you feel strong grips under your arms and Neville Longbottom pulls you into the Great Hall, putting the grey courtyard out of your sight.

Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachotheraftereach being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I’m not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*“Nice ass Weasley!” I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*“Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours.” I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that’s what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

“You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know, it’s just how we are I guess.” I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

“Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of you flustered.” Dean butted in.

“I say we change that.” George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. “I say we challenge them!” It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. “Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?” Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea.” Hermione agreed.

“That’s easy, I’ll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment.” Fred announced with glee.

“We will see about that.” I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn’t have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

“Hello love.” He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

“You’re hair is so soft.” He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

“Thanks sweet cheeks.” He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

“Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?” Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

“I honestly don’t know if it’s possible.” George shrugged. “I just thought it would be interesting if it was.”

“Oh I’ve got plans don’t worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I’m done with her.” Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

“I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don’t test me.” I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

“I wish I could talk to Cho like that.” Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

“Where were you love, we missed you.” The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

“Just went on a walk handsome.” Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

“Nothing, seriously?” Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

“You should just give up now beautiful, you know you’re going to lose.” He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

“Really cute of you to think so.” I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

“What are you two up to?” They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. “Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?”

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He’s only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

“Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?” He winked and left the room quickly.

“Hey! Get your arse back here, that’s my towel!” The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

“Oh you want it back? Her you go love.” He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. “Nervous?” He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

“Never.” I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. “Nice try ladies!” I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

“He was literally naked in front of her and she didn’t even blink.” Mione deadpanned.

“Maybe it’s because shes seen it before.” Fred elbowed my side.

“You wish.” I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe I do.” He stared daggers into my eyes.

“At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen.” George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

“Oh are we doing that now?” I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. “Unless you’re too pussy.” That wiped the confusion off his face.

“Nope.” He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

“I’m just going to warn you, I’ve never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance.” I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

“Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?” He said quietly in between kisses.

“I would never lie to you.” He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. “Would you ever lie to me?” More questions between kisses.

“Never.”

“You like me don’t you?” His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

“Of course love.” He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

“Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don’t you think?” Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

“Sometimes friends just make out.” I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

“So you would make out with me then?” George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

“I think I won in a different way than anticipated.” George smirked. “So are you guys going to get together or what?” Everyone nodded.

“Was that what this bullshit was about?” Fred asked loudly.

“Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it.” Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

“I win!” He pointed to my heated cheeks.

“Shut up ares hole.” I elbowed his side lightly.

“It didnt even take 3 days!” George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

Walkman – Fred Weasley

Wow another one huh? Yea :)

Summary - Fred is suddenly interested in muggle studies so the reader teaches him some

Word Count - 1.9k

It wasn’t often that other students at Hogwarts cared much about Muggle items. So when Fred had recently taken in interest in muggle studies, he had came to y/n about it.

“Its not that I know nothing, I know plenty from what my father goes on about. But I don’t know, I want to learn more.” She and Fred had been friends for a little over a year and he hadn’t previously expressed any liking to the subject. So why now? Why not just sign up for Muggle Studies?

She didn’t care enough to express it aloud.

See, Y/n had grown up as a muggle. Her mum had been a witch but both her and her father feared she wouldn’t be a witch because she didn’t show the normal signs at a young age. So they sent her to muggle school until she officially got her letter. No one could explain the relief and joy on her mum’s face when she saw the letter in their box.

“When do you have time to learn?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“Any time really. We could practically start now!” He replied excitedly. She shook her head with a smile.

“You’re lucky it’s a Saturday you git, I’ll floo home and grab some stuff to teach you about.” And with that she turned and walked away from the boy. For the first time in a while he was genuinly excited to learn something, maybe because his teacher would be someone he fancied. He thought maybe he hadn’t felt like this since he discovered he could scare the trousers off his mum by hiding behind doors and jumping out at 6 years old.

And so he waited for her to get back.

While Fred waited at the castle, Y/n appeared suddenly in her homes fireplace. This earned quite the screech from her little brother who was sat on the couch.

And yes, was, he promptly fell off the couch once she appeared.

“Sorry Alastair, just came to grab a few things. Is dad home?” He nodded, pointing behind him to the kitchen where the smell of pancakes wafted through the house.

Not only was Y/n’s dad a muggle, he was also American. He had moved from America when he was 17, wanting to escape his horrendous family and have a big change. He met Y/n’s mother when he was visiting a museum in Scottland. She had been on a field trip for muggle studies.

“Dad?” He jumped slightly, nearly dropping the spatula he held in his hand.

“Christ Y/n, what are you doing here.” He laughed, pulling her into a side hug.

“One of my friends wants to learn more about muggles and asked if I would teach him. Have any recommendations on what I should tell him about?” His eyes narrowed at his daughter.

“Is this that boy I heard you talking to mom about? The tall ginger boy?” Her cheeks flushed at the comment, partially because he had been eavesdropping on her and her mother and partially because he was correct. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again.

“Can you just give me ideas please?” He decided not to tease her further and began brewing up ideas for her.

“Alright, I have a few things I think he may like to hear about, literally.” This peaked the girls curiosity as she followed him to her parents shared bedroom.

Y/n’s dad ruffled through his side table and brought out a Walkman.

“Do you think he’s ever used one of these?” He handed it to her nonchalantly.

“Definitely not.” She laughed, grabbing it from his hands.

“You could probably just grab a few random things from your room and he wouldn’t know what they were. It stunned me how much stuff your mother was unaware of.” He shrugged. “You can borrow it for a while. And take this tape, I made it for your mom so she could hear top hits from America.”

“Perfect! Thanks Dad.” And she was then off to her room in search for more things to show Fred.

It didn’t take her long to gather a few things and bring them to her dad to ask what he thought. She spread a pile of things out in front of him and asked him to weed out the things he thought Fred wouldn’t understand.

They were left with a slap bracelet, a tamagotchi, the Walkman, and for fun, crayola step markers and stick on earrings from when Y/n was a kid. She thanked her dad with a hug and asked him to say hi to Mom for her and vanished through the floo again with a loud goodbye to her brother.

Once she arrived back, she skipped down the stairs to find Fred in the common room in front of the fireplace. His tie was loosened quite a bit and a few of his top buttons undone on his shirt. She bit the inside of her cheek like she didn often when he made her flustered.

Clearly he didn’t have to do much.

“Would you like to come up to my dorm so I can show you some stuff?” She asked through the silence. His head whipped around with a sinister smile.

“Godric that’s quite forward of you.” He winked. She could feel the inevitable heat rushing to her cheeks at the comment.

“You know that’s not what I meant you arse, do you wanna learn or not?” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall behind her.

“Alright let’s go.” He stood with a laugh, squeezing her shoulder while going to trot up the stairs. She pushed ahead of him and got to her room door. Fred looked at her curiously as she leaned down close to her door handle and whispered into it. The door creaked open as she stood straight.

“What was that?” He asked, plopping on her bed.

“Mione and I charmed the door so that it needs a password. Don’t want anyone walking in on is changing and stuff. The only ones who know it is us and Luna.” She explained as she shuffled through the bag she brought back from her house.

“Can I know it?” His eyebrow quirked slightly, leaning back on his arms with a wicked smile.

“No you cannot, it’s kind of an inside joke. Now scoot so I can show you stuff.” He was shoved back slightly so he was sitting closer to the headboard of her bed and she sat opposite. She spread the things out on the bed as he looked at them with a scrunched face. He first picked up the stick ons.

“What are these?” He held them like it was a dirty nappy. She giggled and snatched them from his hands. Her fingers grabbed two of them and she used her other hand to grab his chin and bring his face closer. He stared into her eyes with intensity. She probably thought he was so confident, but it was really a front for how nervous she made him. Y/n quickly turned his head to the side and put the stick-on on his ear, repeating it on the other side.

“Now look in the mirror.” He hopped from the bed and turned his head in the reflection with a giddy smile.

“I actually kind of like it.” Y/n stuck some to her ears and stood in the mirror with him.

“Now match!” She said enthusiastically. He looked down at her with a sweet smile and adoring eyes.

*This girl was certainly something to him.*

“Alright more. This one is pretty self explanatory. It’s called a slap bracelet. Put your wrist out.” He did so with a suspicious look. She raised it and hit it to his wrist as it wrapped around it. She had never seen someone look so amazed. He took it off, straightened it, and did it again.

“That’s phenomenal!”

“They make ruler versions of them too so you can carry around a ruler as a bracelet. I used them in primary.”

It took her an exponentially long time to explain the tamagotchi to Fred. He was beyond confused about it. But they ended up taking care of what he called ‘their baby’ for a good 25 minutes.

*Their baby*

This of course wasnt something Y/n would really think about until weeks later. Daft woman.

They had really stamped up each others arms with the stamp markers as well. Along with a little heart Y/n had stamped sneakily on Fred’s cheek.

She of course saved the best for last, the Walkman. She slipped the tape into it and handed it to him, teaching hin the buttons.

“This is a Walkman, for music. My dad said he has top his of the decade on it for my mom.” She set the headphones on his head and pressed play. She could very mildly hear 'Wannabee’ by the Spice girls leaking through the headset. She very slightly slid one side of the headset off of his ear so he could hear her, brushing his cheek on accident. Not that she noticed.

But he did.

“If you hold down this button it skips the song onto the next one.” He held it done and 'I Want it that Way’ by Backstreet Boys was playing. He really got into this song. He hooked the player onto his packet and got up and started dancing all dramatic. She sat up against her headboard just watching him enjoy herself.

Now, Y/n tended to say her thoughts aloud when she was extremely zoned in or out. It’s not something that was intentional, it was actually something she hated. Most the time it got her into trouble. Most the time after it happend all she could think was simply.

*Well Shit*

“I’m so in love with you.” It slipped effortlessly, ber eyes widening as soon as tr he words were said. She thought maybe she could have gotten lucky and the music would still be blaring in his ears. But since when was the girl lucky?

Fred slowly pulled the headphones from his head and scrunched his eyebrows.

“You are?” She couldn’t read the exact emotion on his face, making her afraid to answer. So she just nodded. He sat by her slowly, not facing her, just sitting next to her. They both stared straight forward.

All you could hear in the room was the very subtle music leaking from the headphones at the end of the bed.

Fred felt like such a wimp. She literally just confessed her love to him. One he shared for her, and he couldn’t even say anything. Maybe he was just stunned.

Suddenly she reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, turning to look at him. He smiled and grabbed the side of her jaw so gently.

“I’m so in love with you too.” She smiled with a small giggle and leaned in to kiss him, pulling away faster than Fred would have liked.

“WeasleBottom.” She said suddenly, catching him completely off guard.

“What?”

“That’s the password. It’s a mixture of the last names of our crushes. Pretty cheesy huh?” He shook his head with a laugh.

“I think it’s pretty flattering.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “You getting why I wanted to learn about muggle stuff now?”

“For me?” She smiled with her hand over her heart.

“Of course for you.”

*Anything for her.*

Kissletoe - Harry James Potter

Summary - Two oblivious idiots finally get thrown into eachother.

Word Count - 2.1k

Hey :) I’m sorry I’m never on here. I lobe you guys so much. I hope you’re having a beyond wonderful day

Valentines Day.

A day I dreaded for years, ever since first year. I would watch as girls would get candy grams from their boyfriends. Eating them in class with a big smile on their face. While I sat in silence, usually getting pity ones from my friends.

Once I hit fourth year it was a little different. I had grown a little and I had caught the attention of a few. Not that any of them were actually kind and well-meaning. I had the sense to realize that and only had one relationship through that time, but it started after one valentines day and ended before the next.

My family took Valentines day pretty seriously, it was silly really. They were pretty into the whole ‘true love’ thing, and soulmates. They hadn’t judged me directly for not being as 'relationship oriented’ as a good majority of my family, but I had heard whispers the past year. As if turning 15 meant I needed to be in some kind of committed relationship.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was just hard for me, having any interaction with someone I had feelings for. As of now, that boy was Harry Potter. This wasn’t anything new, Hermione knew that. And that would be what had gotten us sitting in the library whispering about it behind opened books.

“Y/n I’m almost positive he likes you. Any time I mention you his cheeks flush. Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She looked at me as if I was as dim as a 6 year old lightbulb.

“Mione don’t be daft, he’s a nervous boy. I’m sure he acts the same way with any girl.” I felt shallow liking Harry, even knowing that I didn’t like him for being 'The Chosen One’. I liked him for the way he tapped his wand on the table when he was focused on his parchment. Or the way he smiled when he was talking about his friends. And especially when he would be looking down at something and he would have to keep pushing up his sliding glasses.

“Godric you really are oblivious.” She giggled, looking back at her book. Just then a book was slammed in front of us on the table, my head whipped up and I heard a distant shush.

“Here is the lesson plan for the next month.” Harry said with a smile. He was having a lot of fun as the head of Dumbledore’s Army. Hermione grabbed it and flipped through a few pages.

“That’s brilliant Harry. Looks amazing as usual.” He sat down with us in the comfortable silence and skimmed the pages of his work. I went back to my book when I felt eyes on me. I looked to my side to see a sinister smirk on Hermiones face. “So what are you doing this Valentines Day Harry?” She asked casually, I stared daggers at her.

“What day is that again? It’s this weekend right?”

“Yeah its Saturday.” I replied, continuing to stare at my book and biting the inside of my cheek.

“Probably nothing then. I don’t do much on the weekends.” He shrugged.

“What are you doing Y/n?” She nudged me not so subtly. I rolled my eyes, she knew the answer to this stupid question. But any chance I get to vent about this party, I take it.

“I’m taking the floo to my parents house. They are having their stupid valentines day bash like every year. I don’t even know why they invite me to it anymore. Every person in my family sits around and cuddles up on eachother and we all make cookies. And theres a dinner, most sickeningly is that the food is pink and heart themed. Anything they can make pink and lovey they do so. I’m just sick of going and hearing the whispers about how 'I’m the only kid in the family who never brings someone’ and that 'usually by my age I would have a long term boyfriend.’ I’m contemplating not even going.” I got so caught up in the moment, I could feel my face heat up from the anger of remembering the words. “Its just bullshit.” I shrugged it off.

“You’ve never brought anyone to it?” Harry piped up.

“What, are you going make fun of me too?” I laughed half-heartedly.

“No no! I just thought that you would’ve always had someone to bring, considering I know at least 5 people who have eyes for you right now.” My eyebrows scrunched together at this.

“Excuse me?” This was news to me. Harry’s eyes widened.

“I thought you knew…”

“Well certainly not!” I said, trying to keep quiet about how flabbergasted I was. “Well tell me who they are you dimwit!” I waved my hands sporadically

“Reed Barron, Lachlan Argo, Angus Davy, and Colin Hagie.” He said with a nod.

“That’s only 4 Harry.” I laughed. He nodded with a smile, looking everywhere but my eyes. “Harry? Who’s the fifth?” Hermione looked at me with squinted eyes and a sneer.

“You daft bimbo, its *him*.”

“Hermione!” Harry looked at her with an unbelievable look.

“You should go with her to her valentines day party Harry.” She looked so unbothered, continuing to read.

“Mione!” I elbowed her side, to no effect, she just kept talking.

“I really cannot handle it anymore you two. You both only talk about eachother. Coming and whining to me about how one doesn’t like the other. Love is so blind.” She flipped a page. “But please, go one and tell me I’m wrong.” She looked between the both of us silently. “That’s what I thought.” It was silent after that for a good 5 minutes before I spoke up again, taking all the courage I had to say what I wanted to for a long time.

“Do you want to go to the party with me Harry?” I looked up at him slowly to see a shy smile on his lips.

“I really would like to go.” He nodded.

“Finally.” Hermione huffed, setting her book down finally. “Now that I know you guys will actually talk about this I’ll leave you both be.” She then got up and left us alone at the table. I laughed and leaned my face into my hands.

“I’m sorry for never saying anything to you about it, I was worried you liked Dean.” Harry said quietly. This made me laugh harder.

“Oh no, we have been friends for far too long, he’s like a brother to me. He will probably be thrilled to know I’m finally going on a date with you.”

“A date.” Harry stated, just smiling at me, certainly making my insides melt.

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We stood in the fireplace holding floo powder in our hands.

“Just say the Y/L/N residence and it should take us there safely.” He nodded and we vanished with the words, quickly ending up in the fireplace of our basement.

“I’m going to apologize in advance for my crazy lovey family.” I cracked a smile, grabbing his hand and leading us up the stairs. I heard giggles and smelled fresh cookie dough. “Mum I’m home!” I yelled as I hit the top step. Harry quickly intertwined our fingers and squeezed my hand. My mother came barreling around the corner with a big smile and arms out wide, soon lowering her arms when she actually approached us.

“Who’s this?” She gestured to Harry with a smile.

“This is Harry.” He extended his hand to her politely. She took it graciously, wrapping both hands around his.

“Its so nice to meet you.” My mum was never one to judge me for never bringing home a boy, so I comfortably knew that she would not embarrass me. She was a very intelligent woman who knew when not to speak of things. Like how she knew that this was *the* Harry Potter. It was the rest of my family I had to worry about. “I’m so glad your here!” She let go of his hand and led us into the kitchen where the rest of the family stood. All eyes were on Harry as we walked in.

“Y/n sweetie! Welcome home.” My dad brought me in for a hug and peered back at the boy. “Are you who I think you are?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Dad please-”

“Everyone! Y/n has brought a boy!” Oh thank god.

“Harry Potter!” Nevermind. I grabbed Harrys hand and pulled him much closer to me as my cousin shouted. Harry waved at everyone with a sweet smile.

“Its nice to meet you all.” Sometimes I wanted to give my whole family one good slap, excluding my mother. I dragged him to the dining room table all while giving my family a good glare.

“I’m so sorry about them.” I whispered, leaving my head on his shoulder.

“It’s really okay Y/n, I’m kind of use to it by now.” He laughed, looking down at me with a smile. God that smile. We then heard two little claps and looked up to see my mom.

“Alright every one! Grab a bowl of cookie dough! Let’s put these on a pan.” I looked over to Harry and rolled my eyes. I grabbed us a bowl and a pan, setting it in front of us.

“Theres really nothing to it. My mum just firmly believes that baking helps the soul, and if you’re helping your souls together, it bonds them.” I grabbed a tiny ice cream scoop and handed it to him. “Just pick up some dough with it and put it on the pan.” He did so and, just like he was with everything else, he did it amazingly. I pointed at the dough. “I told you, sickeningly pink.” I was referencing the pink chocolate chips.

“Hey, don’t bash on the pinkness of this holiday.” My aunt laughed. “So Harry-”

“Here we go.” I giggled, taking the scoop from Harry’s hand, brushing his fingers as I did so and blushing a bit.

“Don’t interrupt me, my wonderful niece. Harry, how long have you liked my favorite neice?” He blushed a bit, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

“Well probably a little over a year now.” My head whipped to the side.

“Harry, seriously?” He nodded, the tips of his ears reddening by the second. “I can’t believe you kept quiet for over a year you dimwit.” I nudged his side playfully.

“Don’t be a hypocrite, how long have you liked me?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I couldnt help but smile.

“I realized I liked you when you had to fight the dragon fourth year. I was so worried about you.” I slowly looked back at the cookie dough.

“That’s far over a year!” He shook his head at me with a huge grin.

“You two are too cute.” My aunt squealed. “Please tell me you know the exact moment you liked her too.” She put her chin in her hand, intently listening.

“I do.”

“Oh do tell.” I tilted my head, waiting for an answer.

“It was last year sometime in January, we were going to Hogsmeade and it was snowing. While we were walking you looked at the sky and opened your mouth to catch snowflakes. Instead though, one fell right in your eye and you acted as if you were just shot. You fell into my arms all dramatic telling to to kiss it better. You closed your eyes so I could do so and all I could see was the snow that had fallen in your hair and eyelashes. I knew then.” Sometime halfway through he couldn’t look me in the eyes. The whole family was listening at this point, just quiet, more quiet than I had heard them in a while.

“Harry, that’s so sweet. And I’m now realizing that was a horrible attempt of mine at flirting.” I laughed, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

“You have such a way with words young man.” My dad nodded at Harry. I suspiciously watched as he waved his wand.

*Oh No*

I looked up to see a pink heart shaped flower growing above us.

*Kissletoe*

Harry looked up at it with a puzzled face.

“Its a kissletoe. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Kiss you?”

“Yeah…”

He shook his head and grabbed my face softly, bringing his lips to mine and smiling into it quickly. I rubbed my thumb across his cheek and smiled back. As we pulled away, cheers came from the table and I buried myself in Harry’s neck.

*I hope this boy is my forever.*

“It left his hair staticky, and Harry found the way the fine blond strands drifted in midair strangely entrancing.”

Tuesday Nights by firethesound [E, 15k]

The other post will give you some idea what’s up with me, but I wanted to give you all a more specific update on this.

A month or so again I was upset and angry about A Certain Author. I remain upset and angry about her and I still want to turn that anger into something that will help the trans kids and the organizations that help THEM, which she and her friends keep shitting on. I WANTED to do it on Halloween, but the time frame was a bit too short for that. Then I wanted to do it in December and. Um.

So, I forgot we still had an election and at least two more months of the current Presidency to get to. I also underestimated how much stress I was under, and of course now I have a dental emergency to deal with.

The situation we’re in now is…I want to do this. I’m not sure when I can. I hope to do it sometime early next year. A LOT of people got in touch with me excited to offer help moderating things, or putting things up for charity auction, or contributing in any number of ways. I know the will to do this is there. But, right now, I cannot do it.

If someone else wants to take point, I am ALSO happy to share ideas and contacts (with their consent of course) and generally help however I can. Maybe someone else can get it done faster. I just can’t lead the effort right now.

I want to apologize to everyone who got in touch with me about this, and personally to people who signal boosted at my request, including @keyofjetwolf,@seananmcguire,@colubrina,@deadcatwithaflamethrower,@marshmallowmcgonagall, and @nonasuch, who are all great people who helped spread the word for something that…wasn’t as ready to go as I thought it was. I thought I could enlist a bunch of help getting things together and get it done despite my own limitations. I was mistaken, and I will be a lot more cautious in future. I’m very sorry this isn’t going to work out yet.

To be clear, no money has changed hands in this effort, no agreements have been made, and I have not drawn on any labor (save for @erai-crabantaure, who sent me a fudge recipe for a potential charity ebook). I take a tiny bit of solace in that, and I can assure you that my goal for this event was to have little to zero overhead, with all funds flowing directly to the charities in question and (in the case of shipping fees) to the artists donating goods for auction. That continues to be my goal: following a Fandom Trumps Hate model of direct donations to charity and proof of donation rather than trying to put together an organization with a budget.

Nevertheless, I know that this is a disappointment, and once again, I apologize and pledge to move more carefully when this effort resumes.

Aftermath has been updated!!

Chapter 11: The Episode

Draco rushed into the hospital wing with Granger in his arms; who was trying to escape his grasp. He stood in the large chamber with lots of beds with white sheets displayed on the sides. Moments later, Madam Pomfrey came out from her office, Draco had expected the matron to be alarmed, spotting the Gryffindor in his arms, however, she remained calm.

‘Hurry place her on the bed, Mr Malfoy,’ Pomfrey told him as she approached.

Rated: T - Chapters: 11 - Words: 30,020 - Status: In-Progress

Sorry, it took so long to update this time. I have a exam before I start my Junior year and I’ve been trying to focus on it. Also I’ve decided to start another HP fanfic, Draco x OC, however. Aftermath is my priority and I will only write the other one, when I have a lot of time and when I have writer’s block from writing Aftermath. But thank you so much for all sweet reviews!

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Summary:The Great Hall is quiet. Too quiet. You go looking for your boys—Fred and George—to see what sort of trouble you’re getting yourself into today. As always, trouble finds you first, as does your dumbass boyfriend and his twin.

Requested by @pearlll09:So uh I’m a bit of a simp for the weasley twins… your prompt list gave me an idea! If you want, pick a twin you’d be comfortable writing (i usually go for george cause he doesn’t die ToT) and do a reader insert with happy 7 - I’m sure that whoever ends up with the line, it will be great :)
Prompt:“Hey! I may be a dumbass, but I’m yourdumbass.”

Key: (H/h) - Hogwarts house, (Y/N) - your name
Warnings:mild cursing, threats, gender neutral reader!!
Word Count: 1,169 (nice)

Author’s Note: u always give me the best characters pearl ty!!! I’m a simp for George Weasley too so this was a lot of fun to write ajsldfkj. I couldn’t find a good excuse to use a poem for the title, so this one has a normal title smh my head.

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The Great Hall is mostly quiet, which is highly unusual. Although, the absence of the Weasley twins might explain that absurdity.

You don’t see the matching heads of ginger hair when you enter for breakfast that morning. There are three other gingers at the Gryffindor table, but no two of them are closely paired, so they must be the other Weasleys. You make a beeline for the short-haired one that isn’t speaking loudly and obnoxiously—that’d be Percy—who isn’t sitting far from the long-haired one—Ginny.

“Good morning, you three!” you declare, sitting down right next to Harry, who sits across from Hermione and Ron.

(You shouldn’t really be sitting with them, a fifth year (H/h) that you are, but you’re a common enough staple of the Weasley family that it’s not entirely unexpectedeither.)

“Good morning, (Y/N),” the trio echoes in sync, which makes you grin.

“Gotten up to any trouble yet?” you ask, which is a frighteningly common question, especially concerning the Weasleys.

Hermione sighs. “The day is still young.”

“Oh, poor Hermione,” you say dramatically, reaching over to pat her shoulder in false comfort. “Just admit you like it as much as they do and your life will be much easier, promise.”

“(Y/N)’s speaking from experience,” Ron adds through a mouthful of food.

You nod proudly. “Speaking of my experience—have you seen my boys this morning?”

“No sign of them yet, thank Merlin,” their younger brother says immediately. “Why? Something planned?”

Your shrug is mischievous. “Maybe.”

“Theyalways have something planned,” Hermione counters.

Harry smiles. “I saw them in the common room this morning; heard something about Filch, too, but that’s it. They’ll be in time for Quidditch practise, won’t they?”

“On time? Maybe. But they’ll definitely be there,” you agree with a snicker. “I should go find them.”

Before you can leave, Ron huffs. “At least eat something, (Y/N).”

Harry raises his eyebrows at the very clear Mom tone to his voice, the same tone that has you rolling your eyes. You reach across the table anyway, snatching up a jam-covered piece of toast and standing.

“Better, Mum?” you ask once you’ve swallowed.

He scoffs, flushing. “Shut up.”

“You’d miss the voice of reason,” you retort. “Cheers, kids. See you in a bit!”

“Kids?” you hear Hermione snort after you leave. “We’re only two years below!”

“(Y/N) calls everyone younger a kid, ‘Mione,” Ron reminds her fondly. “Don’t take it personally.”

You dart out of the Great Hall, taking a loose path to Filch’s office. If Fred and George aren’t there, at least Filch might have an idea of where they have been this morning. He and Mrs Norris always have their eyes on you three, but they’ve never caught you long enough to make a dent in your rebellious streak. Merlin, if Molly Weasley can’t stop you, nobody can. And despite her best efforts, she is slowly losing that fight.

Whistling a merry tune, you turn a corner, only to stop and grin at the sound of a familiar gleeful laugh. It’s more of a devilish cackle, actually.

Down the hall, two distinct redheads are sprinting in your direction.

(Fred is the one that cackles. George prefers a good snicker.)

“What in Merlin’s name have you two—?”

“No time to talk, Filch on our tail, run!” George summarizes as they come upon you, grabbing your arm and dragging you along.

Back down the hall, a very pissed off caretaker screams: “YOU FILTHY BRATS! GET BACK HERE! I’LL HANG YOU BY YOUR TOES!”

You laugh, a loud and clear sound that bounces off the walls. It has George grinning wider than before as the two of you split off from Fred, the other twin disappearing as quickly as they’d appeared. Your boyfriend’s hand slips from your sleeve, but you immediately grasp his hand instead.

Dragged around another corner, you realise immediately that your boys must have planned this daring escape, because George quickly ducks into a tiny alcove with an empty wardrobe.

He closes the door behind you, the both of you crammed into the small space.

You press your fingers against his lips to quiet his heavy breathing, which earns you a huff of indignation. Not about to laugh aloud at the pout on his face, you simply smile.

Footsteps storm outside, right past the alcove. They pass, but neither of you move, too cautious to let Filch lure you into a false sense of security. He’s quiet for a long moment, but then he starts walking away, the taps of his boots growing ever further.

The moment he’s out of earshot, George lets out a breath of relief.

You start laughing quietly into his shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder.

“It’s not even 9, George,” you wheeze, wiping at unshed tears.

“Perfect timing, right? Now he’ll be mad all day,” he says with a pleased smile. “I thought it was brilliant.”

You lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “You’re a dumbass!”

“Hey! I may be a dumbass, but I’m yourdumbass.” He buries a hand in your hair, pouting again.

“My dumbass,” you clarify, rolling your eyes. “Harry was worried you’d miss Quidditch.”

“Never,” he declares. “Ridiculous, that. Oliver would have our heads.”

You snicker. “If you’re late again, he’s going to hunt you down. You know that, right? Worse than when you dyed his hair.”

“Let’s remember who saved me last time he got mad,” he teases, booping your nose.

“Because I love you and I always get you out of trouble.”

A sappy smile crosses his features. “Yeah. You’re good at that.”

He leans forward—a task that’s not difficult in the small space—kissing you gently, which has you smiling into it.

The wardrobe doors fly open and you split apart, faces flushed and smiling ridiculously.

“Oi!” says Fred, faking disgust. “No time for making out, lovebirds! We have Quidditch practise to get to!”

“Shut up, Fred,” you and George say in sync, bursting into laughter.

He scoffs, grabbing his brother’s shirt and dragging him out of the wardrobe. Instead of that same rough movement with you, he offers you a hand, which you take. Gracefully stepping out of the wardrobe, you snicker when the twins shove each other.

“Knock it off, you two,” you chide, taking George’s arm in yours. You pull Fred over to you and do the same on your other side, grinning.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Fred finally greets properly.

You snort. “It was until someone decided to drag me away from breakfast.”

“I can make it up to you,” George says instantly, maneuvering your arms so that you’re holding hands instead. “Trip to the kitchens before Quidditch?”

“Soundslovely,” you decide. “And then we should talk about our product line-up, because I have some ideas.”

He grins. “Of course you do. You’re brilliant.”

Fred fakes a gag. George lets go of your hand just long enough to smack the back of his head, making you snicker.

“Boys.”

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Masterlist

our secrets are buried shallow || t.n. x reader

Word Count:5.6k

Warnings: fluff, a smidge of angst, a kiss or two but it’s all sweet, christmas tradition (mistletoe) but no religion specified, an innuendo or two but nothing bad

Request:theo nott x reader where they go on a double date with separate dates but they spend the whole time flirting with each other

a/n: it has been 6 months since i even considered it writing so things are a little rusty. i decided to just forgo the taglist because it’s been so long, but i appreciate any and all interaction. this is for @draconisxcaput‘swriting event and i loved participating! thank you for putting it all together babe and i can’t wait to see all the other fics. enjoy!

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It was a bad idea from the start.

You could accept that; you could acknowledge it. It wasn’t necessarily your fault, but you did fuck up. And, it seemed, once you started lying, it was awfully hard to stop.

“A date, you say?” Theo asked, curiosity quirking his lips.

You nodded, tense. “Yup.” (A lie. There was no date.)

Both his and Lavender’s brows raised, but a challenge glimmered in the former’s eyes. They waited for you to continue, expectant, but your throat was too dry to give anything more than another nod, promptly looking away from Theo.

It really was an accident. Lavender had managed to talk about Ron for an entire hour—though not for the first time—and when she finally finished the story about how they began dating, you had grown beyond tired. And so maybe, yes, it was your fault, but honestly who could blame you?

Youmayhave blurted that you had a date of your own, but that was only to switch the topic. An entirely understandable action as your ears were ringing from the giggles and squeals and pet names that made you ill. And there was no way you could have known that Theo would swoop in right at the second, making your lie a little less escapable.

You were moments away from bringing up Ron, if only to get Lavender talking about herself again, when her name was called down the corridor, pulling her away. Once she was gone, you let out a heavy sigh, closed your eyes, and imagined a world where you kept your damn mouth shut. This had to be your worst idea yet.

“So,” Theo broke the silence, just as you considered begging Dumbledore for a Time-Turner (you were sure he could understand your distress), “this…date.”

He didn’t believe you. You could hear it in his voice. Of course he didn’t believe you. The stupid lilt to his stupid tone made you want to slap his stupid face. It was always Theo ruining your life, never anyone else.

“What about it?” You opened your eyes, fighting the urge to rub your temples. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffed. “I would never be jealous—”

“It’s alright, Theodore,” you soothed. “If you want some pointers, you only need to ask.” You spun away at that, beginning your trek to the library.

He fell into step right beside you. “I don’t need any pointers—not from you, at least. I’m just curious about the sad bloke who asked you out.”

You smiled sweetly, electing to ignore the insult. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. If you’re really interested….”

Ever-so-slightly, Theo leaned down. Excitement lit up in your stomach at the opportunity you’ve been given. Silver-linings and all. He hummed, indicating for you to go on.

“Well,” you started, turning the corner, letting your voice follow, “he’s got blond hair—not like Draco’s, more of a dirty blond. And it shines in the sun, almost like spun gold. It’s mesmerizing, you know?” (You didn’t even know.) You closed your eyes, pretending to be lost in thought.

“And?” If it were anyone else, you would say he was actually interested.

“And—and he’s shorter, but not too short. Just perfect for me, I think.” You passed the threshold, softening your voice to match the quiet room, which only made Theo move closer. “And he’s nice. Sweet. Thoughtful. He takes care of me. You know what?”

“What?” His voice was lower, smoother.

“I think I might’ve found the one, Theo. Like theone.”

He laughed, but some amount of resentment dripped from the sound. “I’m sure you did, sweetheart. Just remember to tell me how long it lasts.”

You bristled but continued, pasting on a renewed smile as you found your table of friends. Theo chose a seat slightly out of your peripheral, but you could feel his presence. Within minutes, you were focused on immersing yourself in the conversation, and more importantly, ignoring the gaze that was lasering itself into the side of your face.

Now that you had a chance to think about it, you had only worsened things for yourself. You still didn’t have a date, nor a potential suitor, and you had spoken about this made-up person like you were on track to fall in love with him. Hell, you couldn’t think of anyone who matched the description.

And what was it for? To make Theo feel bad? To make him jealous? It was a constant game between the two of you, but you wondered if you’d taken it too far this time.

Draco and Pansy got caught in another debate, and you were happy enough to see him engaging with the group that you let yourself zone out. Nobody was actually out there for you, not the one, like you taunted Theo with. There was no way out of this, and your only option was to pray to any and every listening god that Theo forgot about your ‘date’.

But luck was not on your side today, and all too soon, fingers were snapping in front of your face, bringing you out of your trance. You shoved whoever was responsible (Theo, of course), and turned your attention on the group.

“Yes?” Annoyance leaked into your question.

“I was just telling them about your date,” Theo said, putting an emphasis on the last word. His grin was back, and your stomach churned.

You had been friends with him since you were little—best friends, even—but that had changed after fourth year. There was a fight, one you could hardly recall, and you never bounced back. Not the same, at least. You tried not to think of the times before, when he had been the closest person in the world to you, but moments like this made you wonder if the only reason he still bothered with you was to make you hurt. And more than that, you wondered if you deserved it.

He always was too good to you.

“My date.” You swallowed. “Yep. Tomorrow, down in Hogsmeade.”

“Oh?” Blaise questioned, and for a second you were worried he could see right through you. His eyes narrowed, his lips quirked, but that was all. He turned his attention to Theo. “And you, Nott? Have you managed to charm a girl yet?”

You stifled your laugh. “Theo couldn’t get a date if his life depended on it.” (Another lie. A terrible one. But you certainly would never admit the truth.)

His jaw clenched for hardly a breath, then—as if the most brilliant idea filled his mind—he was smirking. “As a matter of fact,” he glanced towards you, “I have a date of my own tomorrow.”

Something sour filled your mouth. (Jealousy, perhaps. No, not that. Definitely not that.) You clenched your jaw and felt your hate grow, a dagger piercing your chest. You hated this competition, this game, the rules of which you didn’t even know. What were you doing?

Blaise’s face lit up more than you’d ever seen. Pansy and Draco also paused their hushed bickering to pay attention. “Is that right?”

You spared a glance toward Theo to find him already watching you. Some hesitance flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before you could name it as such. Now, he smiled. Nodded. Turned back and confirmed exactly what he had said.

“It’s a bit last minute,” Theo admitted, “but I think we’re going to have fun. Shopping. Walking. Who knows what else.” He let the innuendo hang in the air.

You bit your tongue.

Just like that, whatever hopes for rekindling friendship with Theo disappeared. He was always doing this. One-upping you, bringing his conquests around, making sure you saw. And you wish you could blame him for it, but in all honestly, you found yourself doing the exact same thing.

Maybe that’s why you immediately agreed to Blaise’s next suggestion, if only so you could show Theo that you didn’t, that you never needed him. You’d figure something out.

“Well if you two are both going tomorrow, you might as well go together. I hear Madam Puddifoot’s has a discounted price for large parties. A double date, if you will.”

And while Theo recoiled, you leaned forward. “That is a great idea. Right, Theo?”

He twisted in his seat, let his gaze flick toward the sunset outside, then looked at you. The challenge remained. “I think that sounds wonderful.”

—

You were fucked.

Yes, you established that before, but this time was different. You tried to figure out why you would ever put yourself in this situation, but the only answer you could think of was because you were stupid. Plain, simple. Stupid and fucked. (You winced when you paired those words together.)

And now here you were, scrambling to find a date that you didn’t even want to go on in the first place. Maybe it wasn’t your fault. Maybe it was Lavender’s. (You made a mental note to disperse some of the blame onto her later.) And Theo’s. (Definitely his fault.)

It would be easier if you hadn’t given a description of your imaginary suitor—Theo’s precise opposite, no less—but you just hadto go and make him jealous. The holidays were designed for not stressing, but you were doing just that.

That evening, you scoured the corridors for someone even moderately close to what you had detailed. And you thanked Merlin himself when you finally found them.

Terry Boot. Ravenclaw. Not too tall, not too short. Light brown hair. It would work. You would makeitwork.

He was smiling as you walked up to him. You had an intention, letting your hips sway, pulling your hair back from your face. One shot.

“Hi, Terry,” you started. He was a bit taller than you, but not much. Perfect. “I have a question for you.”

Confusion flitted across his face, but it was all in good nature. “What’s up?”

You let out a silent breath. This was going to be easier than you thought. You had taken enough classes to resolve any awkwardness, and he seemed interested enough to keep talking to you. (You were taking what you could get.) “Well, tomorrow is the last Hogsmeade trip before break, and I have no one to go with, and I was just thinking….” You paused and called it dramatic effect.

“Thinking…what?” His lips tilted up, and you found him leaning closer. He was a foreign presence, especially so close, but you didn’t hate it. Not at all.

“We could go together? Maybe to Madam Puddifoot’s? They have a discount and some of my other friends are going, and I’d hate to show up all alone.” You gingerly grazed his tie with your finger. “It could be fun.”

Terry hummed. “It could be. And I don’t technically have any plans….”

You perked up. “So—technically—you would want to go on a date with me tomorrow at noon at Madam Puddifoot’s?” You were reaching, but you didn’t care.

You sighed in relief when he nodded, and then froze when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before running into the Great Hall. Still foreign, still not entirely unwelcomed.

You considered following him in, then thought better of it. You just needed to breathe, but before you could manage that, Theo caught your eye. You gave him a smile, dazed for reasons you couldn’t identify, then walked in the opposite direction, not once looking back.

—

Honestly, you deserved more credit than you gave yourself. Not only did you make up an elaborate lie that landed you on a double date (minus the date), but you also saved yourself by finding a date within a handful of hours.

You were almost grateful for your bad decisions, which was another plus, because now you could see Hogsmeade during Christmastime. It was lovely—that was the only way to describe it. Snow glittered from rooftops, flakes landed on noses, and it was nature that brought the magic for once. Glittering lights, frost-covered branches, excitement you could feel in your lungs.

It was something shared between all those around you, and perhaps that’s what made it so remarkable.

“You ready?” Terry asked, a careful hand on your back. You appreciated that quality of him, the way he didn’t push any further, didn’t make any attempts.

In the walk from the castle, you had learned there was a lot to appreciate about Terry, actually. You always knew him as kind, but you were now learning each other on a different plane, testing waters you had never once considered. It was romantic, for sure, in all the ways young love was.

Still, the distinct pain, the damned dagger, that filled your chest whenever you saw Theo was present. And behind it, a trickle of surprise. You hadn’t truly thought he had a date, had even prepared to buy him something from Honeydukes to lift his spirits, yet there he was, his own hand holding Daphne’s.

Maybe you should have seen it coming, but even now you were hesitant to acknowledge it for reasons you were not quite ready to admit. Daphne was as good of a friend to you as she was to Theo. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

Yet….

“Ready as ever,” you murmured, nearly taken aback by how comfortable you already were with Terry. He was good for you.

Theo held the door open. Terry thanked him. You did not.

The shop was large, albeit busy, and you were lucky to get a seat in the back corner. The light was dim enough to be warm, even though the air outside was beyond frigid. The sweater you wore under your robes was too thin, you realized, but you told yourself to power through it.

Like a gentleman, Terry pulled out a chair for you, waiting for you to sit, then going as far as to push it in. You felt your cheeks heat, and you didn’t imagine a scoff that resounded from a certainindividual.

You flicked your eyes to Theo, who deigned to sit right across from you, then moved to Daphne, giving her a friendly smile.

Before you could take even a moment to take in your surroundings, Theo was speaking to Terry. “So you’re the hot date.” He winked, and you fought the urge to strangle him with his own scarf.

Terry took it lightly, even attempted a laugh, but the unease was there. And you could hardly blame him, what with the way Theo was staring him down like a shark.

It took half a mind to send him a swift kick under the table, hard enough that a wince made it to his face. Theo grunted, and you smiled.

“I suppose so,” Terry recovered. “Didn’t know I was discussed, though.”

You bit your cheek, trying not to kick Theo again. “Theo’s exaggerating. I only mentioned you were coming, I promise.” You offered Terry an apologetic smile. “Some people just can’t help themselves.”

This time, your shin was the victim, and you held back any signs of pain.

Conversation continued on, thankfully less painful than Theo had first attempted. But an amount of stilting did remain, and more often than not, you felt like you were taking a test rather than going on a date.

When the queue at the counter had shrunk, you decided to order the drinks yourself. You gave Terry a pitying glance as you left, but were glad to be out of that atmosphere. The line, while sizeable, was shorter than you expected, and you were reciting your orders before you knew it.

You might have thought you were free while you waited, but you would be wrong. As you stood at the counter, your drinks being placed in front of you, Theo decided he was not done with this form of torture yet.

“Need help?” he asked, steadying the cup you nearly dropped as a result.

“I’mfine, actually.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Thanks, Theo.” You rolled your eyes, reaching for a second cup just as Theo did. Your fingers met, and you held back a jolt, retracting immediately.

He grabbed the cup as you reached for a different one, walking back to your table before he could pick up the last. You cursed his long legs, however, as they brought him to your side immediately.

“Having fun?” He stepped in front of you, leading the way through the tables with his hands full. Like it was easy.

“That’s a word for it,” you muttered.

“Oh, don’t be so upset. You and Boot have the whole break to spend time with each other. Quality time,” he suggested, and you almost threw both cups at his face.

“I don’t like you.”

“Sure.”

You all but collapsed back into your chair, haphazardly dropping the tea along the way. This stress was killing you, you swore it. “Peppermint, elderberry, and two green.” You gave one of the green teas to Theo, then kept the other for yourself, silently cursing the fact that you had the same order.

Even unknowingly, he was testing you.

Things picked back up quickly enough, and you made it a goal to relax. You wouldn’t let these circumstances stop you from enjoying your date, even if it was all just a ruse. They didn’t know that. Besides, neither Terry nor Daphne was terrible company, and Theo did have his good times, few as they were.

And you would say by the end of your cup that you accomplished that mission; you were smiling, laughing, and the tension moved down to a simmer. What accompanied that ceasefire, however, was more concerning than you liked to admit.

It was the chatter, or the warmth, or maybe the fact that Theo and you drinking green tea under dim light was not an entirely unfamiliar occurrence. Then, you had to remind yourself that there were other, more important parties present, and memories were just that.

But even so, when Daphne made a crack at Snape and the unimaginable amount of grease sitting in his hair, your first reaction was to look towards Theo, checking if he was laughing before anything else.

Moments like those, the shared glances, made that metaphorical dagger dig deep, the tip finding your heart and pressing relentlessly into it.

When you were finished, the pain had grown to a constant, dull ache and you were more than happy to make it out of the shop, the cold air a welcomed respite. You and Theo exited first, and in the minute delay between your party, he rounded on you.

“A Ravenclaw? Seriously?” he sneered, and it was enough of a shock that you flinched back. There was a dichotomy here, between the boy who drank green tea and knocked knees with you under the table, and the one who stood in front of you now.

“Do you ever quit, Theodore?” you snapped.

“We’re back to ‘Theodore’ now?”

“Evidently.”

His mouth shut, and you blamed your eyes watering on the brisk wind that cut through you. You expected a fight, but instead, he shook his head, unwrapping the scarf from around his neck and shoving it into your chest, then stalked away to meet Daphne.

You sighed, guilt building in the base of your throat, though you knew you hadn’t done anything wrong. Giving Theo one last glance, you wrapped the scarf around your neck. You truly were freezing.

Terry appeared in front of you, a smile still etched on his face. You did your best to return it, but you feared your attempt was a little more than lacking.

“Alright?” he asked.

You nodded, taking him in. He was cute, just as you had described. Attractive in all the right ways, but something still felt off. But before you could put your finger on it, Terry was pointing up, and you followed his gaze to find the mistletoe hanging above you.

You could have laughed at the sheer irony of the situation. Of course this would be happening right now.

“What do you say?” you offered, because you didn’t have much else to lose. Daphne and Theo were sharing their own conversation of whispers. The stage was practically set for you.

Terry dipped his chin. “Happy Christmas, I guess.” His hand found your side, still painfully careful, and you didn’t need to move far to meet his lips.

Somehow, kissing Terry was entirely like you expected it to be. He moved at your pace, you liked that about him, but there was no urge to deepen it, no temptation. You felt like actors, playing parts that you didn’t quite fit into it.

Terry places one hand on your waist.

You place one hand on his shoulder.

Your eyes close, your lips meet, it is perfect.

But the butterflies, the ones that are supposed to fly around in your stomach, were missing. The adrenaline, the pull that draws you in and in and in, was missing. Instead, when you broke apart, you stayed apart, small smiles your final act.

You took a step back, catching Theo’s eye and wondering just how much he witnessed. You remembered now that this had all been a mistake, and you were naive to ever think otherwise. You lied, this is your punishment.

You averted your gaze quickly, but you knew his remained long after.

—

Thankfully, Terry did the honors of ending the arrangement. It was mutual, but it was still much easier than having to tell him yourself.

You weren’t interested. You probably never were, if you were being honest.

He departed quickly enough, as did Daphne, catching up with her own friends in Hogsmeade. It left just you and Theo, as well as the insurmountable distance between you.

Your hands went to loosen the scarf, but he beat you to it, keeping it in place. You hated that he did that, that he wouldn’t let you save one inch of your pride.

“I’ll walk you back,” he offered, something like regret coloring his voice.

You shook your head. “I’m not going back yet. I might as well do some shopping while I’m here.” You worked at the scarf again, and he stopped you again. “Go back to the castle, Theo. You don’t have to come with me.”

He was different now, his shoulders relaxed, something shifted in his nature. “Idiot. Of course I’m coming with you.”

You almost fought him on it, but thought better of it. You knew what he was worried about, who he was worried about, and you could hardly blame him. It was a collective agreement between your friends that you wouldn’t leave anyone behind or alone. This was just that.

“Alright,” you ceded as you began to walk, “but we’re going to Gladrags.”

Theo groaned, a layer of ice breaking. “I will never understand your fascination with that place. All they’re good for is socks, and those can hardly be called ‘good’.”

You gasped, faux-hurt. “Can hardly be called ‘good’? Are you insane? Gladrags Wizardwear is the peak of magic. You can’t find quality socks like that anywhere these days.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Shut up.”

Despite his initial reluctance, Theo did follow you into Gladrags, past the screaming socks and all. He also followed you to the Magic Neep, Tomes and Scrolls, and every other shop you elected to enter along the way. As promised, he stayed by your side, not willing to leave you alone with the current crowds that filled Hogsmeade.

While the conversation may have gone well in Madam Puddifoot’s, it flowed tenfold better now that it was just you. Once you got past the tension that immediately followed the date (disaster, you thought fit better), you and Theo clicked, just like you always did. Always used to.

The walking, the mindless chatter, the hidden smiles—they broke down walls you didn’t know existed, until verity was the only thing shared between the two of you.

It was while you were pondering this that you nearly ended up getting lost in the bustle. You were exiting Honeydukes, thinking about how you were going to surprise Theo with the Fudge Flies you had just bought him, when you were all but trampled by the oncoming crowd. You were knocked farther into what felt like a sea of people.

“Shit.” You were unmoving in the flow, and it was not looking good for you. You all but screamed when a hand latched onto your wrist, effectively pulling you out of the fray, but you relaxed when you realized it was just Theo.

He was shaking his head. “Idi—”

“Don’t even say it,” you cut him off. He almost retaliated, until you pulled out the box of treats, giving him the brightest smile you could muster. “I bought you something.”

He paused, waited a few moments, had your heart beating in your throat because maybe this was a mistake. But then he smiled back, a tilt more genuine than you were used to seeing on his face. He carefully held the chocolate, then pocketed them safely, murmuring (so low only you would ever hear), “Thank you.”

If he noticed that he was still holding fast to your wrist, he didn’t comment on it. He had grabbed you there before, but only for split seconds, just to ensure you didn’t get separated. Now, however, it felt like more of an indulgence than anything else.

You didn’t mention it, and began pulling him along to the next shop, twisting so you could hold his hand more comfortably. (It was out of necessity.) (You ignored the accompanying flutter in your stomach.)

—

When it was nearing time to return to Hogwarts, the two of you took the longer route back. You almost felt a little bad, having dragged Theo around practically the entirety of Hogsmeade and now refusing any secret passages, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

What he did seem to mind, or so you thought, was his scarf wrapped around your neck. He wouldn’t stop staring at it. Did he want it back? You couldn’t tell. Hesitance defined your actions, as if one wrong move could bring everything crashing down.

You gingerly pulled at the ends, then came to the conclusion that he must want it back.

“Would you stop that?”

You turned to him, confusion decorating your face. This man was so hard to read sometimes. “Stop what?”

Theo sighed, stopping only to tighten the fabric for what felt like the hundredth time. “Taking the scarf off. You’re cold. Wear it.”

“But what if you get cold?”

“I’m not going to get cold.”

“But what if you do?”

“I haven’t yet, have I?”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

He sighed heavily, but amusement played across his eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

You tried not to think about the feeling that brought you. (And the notable lightness in your chest.) Instead, you simply smiled and held the scarf tighter.

—

You couldn’t lie, there was some amount of disappointment when you arrived at the castle. You had been preparing yourself along the way, preparing to say goodbye to this side of him, and not for the first time.

Theo watched you carefully, you knew he did, and as snow turned to cobblestone (you hated the hidden meaning you found in that), he spoke.

“I’m sorry, by the way. I never did say that.” His tone was gentle, but it held no falseness.

You laughed, if only to take away this seriousness. It was not your favorite look on him. “It was just a joke, Theo. I don’t know why I chose a Ravenclaw either.”

He shook his head. “That’s not—” He paused then, contemplating something else. “Does he make you happy at least?”

The pain, this time, was something akin to heaviness, weighing you down. As if it were Theo resigning himself, not you, and it felt unnatural. “I’m happy, Theo. But not with Terry. We decided we’re better off as friends.”

You stopped just outside the corridor, still feeling the cool wind on your cheeks. Theo wrung his hands, a show of nervousness, and you resisted the urge to grab them, to lend him your stability. When he didn’t speak, you continued, “And you and Daphne? Does she make you happy?”

He smiled. Shook his head. Something was amiss, his grief misplaced. “It’s funny, really.”

“Hmm?”

“How we got here,” he supplied. His eyes were locked on your scarf. “I’m sorry for everything.” He didn’t specify what everything truly encompassed, but you could tell.

“You don’t have to apologize. It is what it is.” You tried to stand strong, to believe it yourself. (It didn’t work.)

It had been years since you appreciated just how tall he was. He got it from his dad, not his mom. You could remember that. Her coffin had been small, petite, and the first thought you had when you saw it was that Theo would never come close to fitting in there. Then you had cursed yourself because that was a picture that went past unforgivable.

There were lots of things to remember about Theo, beyond his tea and beyond his height. And suddenly, warmed by his scarf, his presence, you had the urge to rememorize every one of them.

Slowly, you reached for his hands, letting your wishes get the best of you. You didn’t want him hurting, and his fingers were already freezing. “I miss you,” you said quietly, maybe even hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m right here.”

“No, you’re not,” you said. Because it was the truth. You ached for the friend you lost, for the rivalry that struck up in the absence. You hated that, never him.

The two of you stood there a while, listening as all the echoes dimmed, as it grew too late to stay out any longer. And, only because you were curious, you asked, “Were you jealous? Of Terry?”

Theo smiled, letting the act brighten the space between you. You relaxed. “Maybe. Were you jealous of Daphne?”

“Maybe.” (Yes.)

“She said something, you know. While you and Terry were sticking your tongues—”

“Theo,” you hissed.

He composed himself. “Sorry. While you and Terry were having your moment.” (You couldn’t tell if that was better or worse.) “She said that that was one of the worst dates she’d ever gone on, only because we were too busy with each other to even acknowledge her and Terry.” He laughed, and you found yourself doing the same.

“That’s insane.”

“But not wrong.”

You didn’t deny it.

Comfortable silence encircled you, honed your focus on one person (the boy, of course. The one who drank green tea, and loved chocolates, and who could be a bit of an asshole but only because he couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to you.) It was more than a ceasefire, you thought. It signaled something greater.

When you looked up, you took a moment to appreciate your luck. “A mistletoe,” you pointed out.

Theo tilted his head, disbelieving. “It’s getting cold, you know.”

“It is.”

“But,” he said, “rules are rules.”

You grinned. “Rules are rules.”

The roles, this time, were nonexistent. You were you, Theo was Theo. As it should have been. Both of your hands found his neck, reaching up to him, and he met you halfway. His lips were sweet, not sarcastic, no silver-tongue in sight. He guided you, but let you pick the game.

He tasted like chocolate and tea, and you supposed you tasted the same. His fingers curled into the fabric at your back, pulling you closer and closer (and still not close enough). There was some amount of communication in his actions.

Lean in, break for a breath, but only enough to keep going.

Hold on to what you can. Clothing, hair, skin. Let your nails search for purchase, otherwise you might just float away.

The game is over when you say it’s over, but please don’t call it short.

When you did break away, you didn’t move far, and decided you wanted to share his oxygen for just a little longer.

Theo smiled, all soft angles and warm lips. “You’re brilliant,” he breathed.

You flushed, flat on your feet, wondering what new territory you just discovered. Dimly, you remembered the cold, and pulled Theo inside with you, leaving the ground you just inhabited still prickling with your own sort of magic.

You searched for the nearest fireplace, letting out a sound of relief to finally feel the heat. You unwrapped the scarf, but (like every other time) Theo stopped you.

“Keep it,” he said.

“I have my own.”

“Keep it.” He let you hang the fabric loose, but still around your neck. A piece of him staying close.

There was something else he was hiding, words lingering in the back of his throat, his eyes a calculated prayer, begging for confession. “What?” you asked, gentle.

He weighed his options, took a deep breath, let it out. “To tell you the truth,” he said, smiling when your eyes widened, “I had to beg Daphne to come with me. It was all just to get on your nerves.”

Breathless, you calmed, realizing you were more similar than you thought. “You’re crazy, Theo.” (You still kissed his cheek when they warmed, though.) And then, almost in an exchange: “Can I tell you a secret?”

He leaned in, the action familiar. “Anything.”

You wondered if this was another bad idea, but pushed your doubt away. “There was never a date. Not at first. I only asked Terry out because Blaise set it all up. I barely knew him.”

“So you’re a liar?”

You bit your tongue at the hypocrisy. “Like you’re not. But I wanted to make you jealous, and he fit the description.”

Theo shook his head, chuckling. Mirth glimmered in his eyes. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything,” you whispered.

“It worked.”

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Welcome to another Fred blurb!  This takes place post war.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count:  1,605

Truthfully, you had always been rather content with your life.  During your schooling, you weren’t unpopular, but you weren’t popular.  People gravitated towards you, but you never became attached to anyone.  You weren’t ever the one to seek other out, but you were there for when others needed you.  In fact, if no one had sought you out, you would have spent your school years alone, and you were content with that.  

When you graduated, you started working at a muggle flower shop in London, where you rather sneakily used magic to make your flowers the most beautiful in the area.  When the war came around two years later, you didn’t hesitate a moment to fight at your old school.  The battle was hectic and you met many new faces and a few familiar, including your partner during the first half of the battle, Fred Weasley.  He had gotten separated from his brother, and you arrived alone, so there was an unspoken agreement to stick together.

Fred and you worked well together, even in school.  He was your partner on occasion during Potions class, and you quite enjoyed his jokes and company.  Throughout the battle, you and Fred saved each other on multiple occasions, both of you barely avoiding the cold grasp of death.  During it all, a small bit of rubble had hit you as well, leaving a rather ugly cut across the side of your face.  Fred broke his leg when wall collapsed and you blasted as much away from him as you could.  During the calm period, you helped Fred to the Great Hall, where his family took care of him, and you left to finish the battle.  That was the last you saw of Fred.  

After the war ended, you returned to your quiet life, coming to work each morning with a small scar you wore on your face with pride.  Day in and day out, you worked and went back to your flat, to your books and to your cat, which had become your best and one of your few friends.  

One particular Monday, on your day off, you decided to go to your old stomping grounds.  You hadn’t been in Diagon Alley in years.  In fact, you hadn’t been in touch with any sort of magical shop in almost two years, since the battle and since the war drew to an end. 

You entered through the Leaky Cauldron, dipping your head to the patrons you faintly recognized.  As you entered Diagon Alley, a nostalgic feeling washed over you.  Last time you had been there, most of the shops were closed and it was rather drab and dreary, but now it was like when you were a kid.  Bright, bustling, and beautiful.  There were so many witches and wizards, dressed how you used to dress, in cloaks and colorful clothing, pointy hats and odd animals on their shoulders.  Music played loudly from a nearby shop, which you recognized to be the Weird Sisters.  Memories of the Yule Ball faded into your mind and a faint smile formed on your lips as you wandered up the alley. 

You felt out of place, wearing your tight jeans and black band t-shirt, containing a muggle band you were sure few people in the alley around you knew of.  But the wand tucked into the waist of your jeans made you feel like part of them.  As you wandered up the alley, your eyes landed on the one shop you had never been in.  Weasley Wizard Wheezes. 

It was an incredibly fun looking store, one you were sure you would enjoy, but before the war, you only ever came to Diagon Alley when you absolutely needed to, and your time there was short with no time for stops like this.  Now, however, you had all the time in the world.

When you stepped into the shop, it smelled of fireworks and sweets and there were various sounds and flashing lights all around.  It was August still, so there were copious amounts of young students bustling around and laughing at everything around.  Your smile grew as you ran your hand along a display, looking at the bottled love potions and Puking Pastilles, to other products you truly couldn’t have thought up in your most wild dreams. 

As you picked up an odd looking package, you felt someone brush by you and you ignored it, accrediting it to the busy shop, but as you turned over the package in your hand, a voice brought stole your focus.  “Well, hello,” a voice you recognized greeted, causing you to turn to the Weasley twin.  “Here I thought I’d never see you again.”

Fred smiled at you, but held a confused look on his face.  “Loonar Loop Luminators?” you asked him with a small laugh in your voice.  You wondered in the back of your mind what he meant by his words, but you brushed it off for the moment.

Fred glanced down to the package in your hand, as he had not noticed it sooner as his eyes focused on your face.  “A sort of firework,” he answered proudly and took the product from your hand.  “A demonstration, maybe?” 

Shrugging lightly, you followed Fred as he led you to the center of the store.  “All right, you lot, listen up!”  His voice boomed through the store, silencing the many students and grown ups alike.  “I’ll be doing a quick demonstration of our Loonar Loop Luminators, so stand clear,” he continued as he opened the package.  He placed a small blue tube on the ground, using his wand to light the end of it. 

After a few mere seconds, sparks of various colors exploded from the product, reaching the ceiling of the shop and popping into more sparkles.  You clapped, along with the rest of the store, as the fireworks exploded beautifully.  Fred smiled proudly, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited until the last of the sparks faded to speak once more.  “Loonar Loop Luminators can be found over here to the left, in the front of the store,” he finished and swooped down, picking up the expired product.  Fred stepped back over to you, an expectant look on his face.  “What’d you think?” 

“Absolutely brilliant,” you answered with a laugh.  

Fred beamed at your words.  “You see, if you do it in an open area, and not indoors, it will be a much more grand show.  Sparks will fly to the moon, hence the name,” he explained proudly and flashed the box to you, which held a rather smiley moon.

You hummed, a bright look in your eyes.  “I reckon that’s quite the sight.  I might have to leave here with a few myself.”

Fred smirked, glancing at the box in his hand once more.  “Take as many as you want.  I couldn’t bear to charge the person who saved my life,” he explained as he led you to the counter, where he tossed the box in a waste bin.  

With a small laugh, you shrugged and leaned against the counter as his brother, who was two years younger than you, rung up the many guests.  “Well, you saved mine as well, so I had assumed we were even.”  

Fred scoffed, checking his watch for a moment before glancing at his brother.  “Man the shop for a minute, mate?” 

Ron glanced at you and nodded, a smile on his lips.  “Take your time.”

“Got a moment?”  Fred asked you as he nodded towards the door of his shop. 

You glanced at your own watch, pretending to contemplate his words, but shrugged.  “I suppose so.” 

Fred smirked and led you through the shop, out into Diagon Alley.  “I thought you died, you know?”  His voice was a little shaky as he spoke, his hands in the pockets of his colorful suit. 

“Well, here I am,” you replied lamely, giving him a gentle smile and a small shrug.  

With an incredulous look on his face, Fred shook his head at you.  “I mourned you, you know?” 

Your smile fell at his words, causing you to feel oddly guilty.  “Why would you mourn someone you didn’t know to be dead?  Someone you barely know?”  The words came out a little harsher than you intended, but as Fred led you up Diagon Alley, walking slowly through the crowd, you were sure he understood. 

“I want to know you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice insistent.  Your mouth fell open, rather surprised by his words, and waited for him to continue.  “I always have.  That’s why I always convinced others to let me be your partner in class, why I spoke to you as much as I could without bothering you, why I wanted to stay by your side during the battle.”  Your face felt warm at his confession and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.  

With a gentle blush on your face, you ducked your head and smiled to yourself. “Well, here I am,” you repeated the words you said moments before and glanced up at Fred.

Fred smiled widely at your words, raising his eyebrows.  “Will you let me take you to dinner, then?” 

For a moment, you bit your lip and pretended to consider his offer.  After a brief pause, you spoke softly, “I suppose so.”

“Brilliant,” Fred smirked and stood with his hands in his pockets.  “Meet you here at the shop tomorrow?  Say seven?” 

Nodding gently, you fought the wide grin forming on your lips.  “It’s a date.”