#hogwarts imagine
MASTERLIST
HOGWARTS
Fred Weasley
Draco Malfoy
CRIMINAL MINDS
Aaron Hotchner
the best profiler in the room | a.h.
Spencer Reid
idiot|f.w.
fred weasley x fem!reader
EDIT: i found the tiktok after literally a year of searching lol,, vid credit i based this off of goes to @/ci.rius on tiktok!!
a/n: hi! this is sort of based off of a tiktok i saw where the creator talked to hermione about fred and angelina at the yule ball over an audio clip. i don’t remember the creator, so if you find it please lmk! anyway, enjoy this lil wintery blab
tw: swearing, meantions of violence, shouting
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the snow at hogwarts was always your favorite. the piles of white glittery fluff laying on the castle grounds never failed to amaze you, and this year, it was more beautiful than ever. you didn’t know why that was, but the ginger standing next to you sure added to the scenery.
“isn’t it lovely?” you said to him, your vouce dripping in awe. “i never want to look away!”
“yes it’s quite beautiful y/n, but can’t you admire it from your dorm window? i’m freezing my arse off out here!” fred replied with his hands tucked far into his coat pockets.
“you can go in, you know, i’m fine here,” you said reassuringly.
he scoffed. “you really think i’m gonna leave you out here in the cold? by yourself? are you nuts?” he looked fake-shocked. “that would not be a very friendly thing to do, y/n, and i am a great friend, you know,” he says matter-of-factly.
“you’re an idiot, fred weasley,” you said, attempting to hide the bitterness that struck your heart when he said “friend.” you had been in love with the boy since your first year at hogwarts, when you were introduced by his younger brother, ron, whom you had become friends with on the train ride over. fred, however, seemed to be oblivious. he never was one for smarts, though. all this to say, you relictantly went inside, not without your counterpart receiving a soft punch to the arm, which resulted in a string of not-so-nice words.
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with the snow came the yule ball. every year you were too nervous to ask fred, and every year, he went with another girl. this year, though, you were determined to get him first. you had a plan this time around, and you had decided that, if it didn’t work, you were cursed. you were going to ask him at lunch today, which just so happened to be after this period, potions. you had told your best friend, hermione, about your plan, and she was adamant to help you, but you wanted to do it on your own. reluctantly, she obliged.
this period seemed to take at least ten times longer than usual. you couldn’t help but wiggle your quill in anticipation, waiting to be dismissed. then, something broke your focus.
“angelina!” fred had whispered. once she looked over he mouthed: “want to go to the yule ball with me?” your heart dropped. again? seriously? you hoped for a no.
she nodded and said “sure!” and you nearly crushed your quill in anger. hermione looked over at you with wide eyes. fred shot a huge cheeky wink at ron, they probably had a bet or something, you guessed. but it didn’t matter. his smile only made your eyes well up with tears. you blinked them away and continued working on your assignment, albeit more aggressively than before.
you were silent at lunch, and everyone noticed, just your luck they paid attention today. you chose to play with your food, rather than eating it, and you were completely out of it.
“y/n,” ron chimed, “did you hear me?”
“what? d'you say somethin’?” you mumbled.
“yeah, i asked if you were gonna eat that,” he said, gesturing to your still-full plate. you silently nudged it over to him and went back to your previous activity of staring at the wall.
after lunch, you had a free period, which you chose to spend on the bridge outside, admiring the snow to distract yourself.
“hey,” hermione said.
“jesus ‘mione, you nearly made me piss m'self!” you said with your hand over your chest.
she laughed. “sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. i just wanted to check on you. are you okay?”
“sure, yeah, i’m fine,” you sarcastically replied. “the boy i’ve been in love with for 5 years just asked out yet another girl and i’m totally, one-hundred percent okay with it!” you said with a fake smile that you quickly dropped into a frown.
“yeeaahh,” she said. “i figured.”
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the next week seemed to pass slower than ever. you just wanted to get to the ball and get it over with, but the universe seemed to have it out for you.
you had a beautiful dress picked out, and, a week ago, you were thrilled to wear it, but now? you were dreading having to dress up at all. you had even considered ditching altogether, but hermione wasn’t going to allow that.
“you’re going, y/n, now get that dress on! i’ll even do your makeup for you! go ooooonnn!” she insisted, slightly shoving you toward your wardrobe.
you sighed. “fine, i’ll go, but i’m going to complain the whole time,” you said with an eye roll.
“yes i am perfectly aware of that, now get dressed!”
an hour later, your hair was curled, your makeup done, and you were completely dressed to the nines. you had a silvery high-low dress that was adorned with small white gemstones on the boddess and neckline.
hermione’s face seemed to glow with happiness. “you look absolutely STUNNING, y/n!” she hugged you tight and led you to the floor-length mirror in your room.
although you felt miserable, you did look quite pretty. pretty enough to make you grin a little. “seeeeee you’re gorgeous!” hermione said. “now let’s go, you’ll totally make him lose it!”
you doubted that, but she pulled on your arm, leaving you no choice but to attend the ball.
your evening was quite shit to say the least. you spent it standing next to hermione swaying awkwardly to whatever song was playing, all the while sipping on some butterbeer to keep your hands busy. you kept glaring at fred and angelina, who had found their way to the dance floor.
“quit staring, y/n, you’ll only make it worse for yourself,” hermione said, giving you a knowing look.
you sipped your drink, still glaring. “why does she get him? i’m in love with him, shes just heartbroken. you know what i do when i’m heartbroken? eat cake. why can’t she just eat cake and give me the pretty ginger boy?” you said bitterly.
hermione laughed. “he’ll get it some day, y/n, just not today.”
“it’s never today,” you said sharply, taking another drink. they looked like they were having such a good time, and you hated it. you should have been used to it by now, every year you had to see it, but this year felt worse. you had been so eager to ask him, but no, never you.
you decided you’d had enough of the so-called fun for the evening. you sat your cup down and promptly stormed out of the ballroom.
you decided to go to the bridge again to watch the snowfall. it really was beautiful, but you cursed it silently for remaining that way. you just wanted him to see you like he sees the snow. you wanted to make him feel as good as a good prank does. you wanted him.
“hey,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, which prompted you to jump and curse.
“fuck! fred what the hell!” you pulled away from him and leaned on the bridge once more.
“sorry, figured i’d find you here. what happened? i saw you leave earlier. do i need to kill someone?” he said, genuinely concerned.
you laughed st the irony of his last comment. “don’t worry about it, i’m fine,” you said bitterly.
“y/n, come on, i’ve known you 5 years now, you’re not getting off that easy.”
“seriously, just leave it,” you said with a warning tone.
“i’m not leaving till you telll mee,” he said in a sing-songy voice.
you snapped. “why her?” you shouted, sharply turning to face him. “why her of all people? why not me, fred? what’s she got that i haven’t? can’t you see i’m bloody in love with you? i’ve been standing here all this time and yet you never fail to snog everyone else but me.”
he was dumbfounded. he just stared at with his mouth open. you waited for a response, but all you got was a stuttered, “y/n i-.”
you scoffed and smiled up at the sky sarcastically. “whatever, fuck it, fred. forget i ever said anything at all.” you turned around and made your way back to the castle. before you even made it half way down the bridge, you sobbed.
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two days had passed since the yule ball, and you looked terrible. you hadn’t slept but two or three hours since then, your eyes were dark and surrounded with purple. your hair was messy, and, honestly, you just looked miserable, and you were. you hadn’t talked to hardly anyone, and your friends were all worried.
“seriously, hermione, what’s her deal?” ron had asked after passing you in the hall.
“she told fred,” she whispered.
“oh no, it didn’t go well, then?” he replied.
“obviously not, you git,” harry said, shoving his friend on the arm.
“you’ve got to say something to him, ronald. she’s extremely depressed!” hermione suggested sternly.
“right, and what am i supposed to say? 'hey fred y/n’s in love with you, what are you gonna do about that?’” he asked.
“yes! exactly that!” she replied.
“alright, geez,” ron said. “i’ll talk to him.”
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“hey fred,” ron said timidly.
“hello, little brother!” he replied, unexpectedly chipper.
“what’s wrong with y/n,” ron asked, pretending to not know. “you haven’t talked to her, have you?”
his smile faltered. “she told you, didn’t she?” he asked.
“well, not exactly. she told hermione, who told me to talk to you,” ron explained.
“ah, i see,” said fred. “well i’m not really sure what to do about it all. i mean, she was so angry! and loud! merlin was she loud.”
“well, do you like her?” ron asked.
“well i love her. of course i love her, she’s my best friend. but, to be honest, i don’t know how to feel,” fred replied. “i don’t know if i just love her, or if i’m in love with her, or what.”
“well, uh,” ron tried to think of something to help. “how do you feel when you see her?”
“happy,” he said. “anytime she comes around i get so giddy i can’t help but laugh.” he started to smile. “ i get lost in her eyes, her laugh is contagious!” he looked at ron, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.
“oh my god i’m in love with her!” fred realized.
ron nodded, “yep. you shou-”
fred cut him off “i should go tell her!” he ran for the door to go confess and apologize to his best friend.
“y/n! y/n! i’ve got to talk to you!” fred yelled as he ran in your direction. you were, once again, sitting on the bridge, coincidentally where you two had last spoken two days ago.
you stood up and pretended not to hear him. you didn’t want to talk to him, especially not about the events that occured two nights ago. you heard him call for you again, and picked up your pace. you had begun to jog when he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.
“hey, fred, didn’t see you there!” you laughed awkwardly, your eyes on the ground.
“y/n, can we please talk about it?” he asked, his eyes down on yours.
“what do you want to talk about? if you’re just going to say 'i love you, but’ or 'we’re better amoff as friends’, you can just turn and go back the way you came,” you said plainly.
“i’m in love with you y/n. i didn’t realize it before, and i was just shocked when you told me then, you were very loud,” he laughed. “but really, y/n, i am in love with you, and i’m so sorry i upset you. your silent treatment was just awful, honestly. couldn’t you have just hit me or something? it would have hurt less!”
you tried not to smile, but his was so beautiful, you had to. “you mean it, freddie? you’re in love with me? this isn’t another prank is it? if it is so help me god, weasley, i’ll hex your nuts off,” you said, pointing your wand at his chin and glaring.
“ah! no, no, i’m being serious!” he said in fake-shock.
“okay, then,” you said, laughing. you put your wand back in your pocket and looked up at him.
after a moment of silence, he simply asked: “can i kiss you now?”
“you’re an idiot, fred weasley,” you replied.
he pulled you into a passionate, yet, sort of awkward kiss, and you melted. you had been waiting 5 years for this, and it was everything you could have ever imagined. you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled.
“so they made up, then?” harry asked with a smile.
“i guess so, whatever you said must have worked, ronald,” hermione praised. “well done.”
ron fist-pumped into the air out of pride, and high-fived harry, all three laughing.
you looked over your shoulder to see all of them cheering. your face turned red and you laughed, too. “idiots,” you said, before kissing fred once more.
daddy issues | d.m.
draco malfoy x slytherin fem!reader
a/n: heres a short little draco fic to daddy issuezs by the neighborhood. it is small. enjoy!
tw: panic attack, mentions of murder
you and draco had been friends since your first year at hogwarts. you had been sorted into slytherin, when you had hoped for ravenclaw, and he was quite possibly the slytherin-iest slytherin there ever was. he took you under his wing the moment he saw you, you looked so out of place, and he was determined to fix that.
now, nearly 6 years later, you two had become closer than ever. you were his rock, and he yours. yiu had helped him deal with his paternal troubles, and, in return, he offered protection from the ministry. this proved extremely useful in recent years since your dad, who you hadn’t been associated with since you were 12, was a killer. he was in and out of azkaban constantly, and felt the need to send you letters with plans to “visit” you. you threw them away as soon as the owl arrived anymore. you hated him. all he did was cause you trouble. he’d killed your mom, leaving you alone. since then, draco had taken you into the malfoy manor. as kind as this was, you hated being there. everything was so sharp and dreary, and his parents were nothing short of intimidating. they had always treated you kindly, but they still scared you nontheless. draco wasn’t fond of them either, but a place to stay is a place to stay.
today, you felt like every set of eyes was on you. the whispers in the hallway, followed by fearful eyes pointed directly at you. you kept your head down until you found out why you were the subject of everyone’s conversations. then it hit you. the newspaper. everyone had it, but you had chosen do discard any copy of the daily prophet that ended up in your possession. you were almost entirely sure it was your dad again. it always was.
“everyone shut it!” draco shouted to those whipering in the halls. “go back to your dorms or shut up! you have no business in this matter.”
“thanks draco,” you whispered, holding your books to your chest. “it’s probably my dad again, i don’t want to know, honestly.” you fidgeted with a piece of leather that was peeling off of the cover of one of your books. “probably out of azkaban again. ridiculous. i hate him.”
“i know, y/n, just don’t worry about it.” she was right, he had escaped once again. draco had seen the paper this morning, but this time, he had threatened the ministry. he was determined to kill again, but he never said who.
“let’s just get to class, i need a distraction. what do we have next, anyway?” you asked, hoping it was something you at least enjoyed.
“erm… herbology i think,” he replied. thank goodness it was tolerable, you felt like throwing something, so plant-based work was a nice, peaceful option.
you picked up your walking pace to make it to the greenhouse on time, but you weren’t able to avoid the eyes that followed you with every turn.
by the end of the day, a newspaper had ended up in your hands. your curiosity got the better of you, and you read it. the moment you locked eyes with the picture of your father, your lungs gave out. you were standing in the slytherin common room, but that changed quite quickly. you speedwalked to the nearest couch and practically fell into it. the paper fell from your hands and you noticed just how much your hands had been shaking.
“y/n? are you alright?” draco asked, his voice laced with worry. then, he saw the paper laying at your feet. your eyes were fixed on the wall, and your breath quickened. “y/n, love. it’s alright,” he said calmly, taking a seat beside you. this wasn’t the first time he had to walk you through a panic attack. his hands found yours and he squeezed them lightly. your eyes finally moved, and tears fell down your cheeks. you attempted to slow down your breathing, but with every breath came a sob. he pulled you toward him and laid your head on his chest. he pet your hair, knowing that it calms you down.
“go ahead and cry, little girl. nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you,” he said, reassuring you. he was out of ideas, so, he tried to get you to laugh. “i know that you’ve got daddy issues, and i do too,” he chuckled a little, and, through tears, you did, too. “there’s my girl,” he said quietly. “it’s alright love, he’s not here. and if he was, i’d avada kedavra him quicker than you can say ‘butterbeer.’”
you laughed. “thanks draco, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up at the boy who might as well have saved your life.
“honestly? me neither,” he said, matter-of-factly. he leaned down and placed a small kiss on your forehead. “off to bed now, dearie,” he said in a more posh accent than usual. “you’ve class in the morning, got to be up early and all.”
“right,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “like you don’t stay up till ungodly hours of the morning.”
he tutted in response. “not about me!” and with that, he planted a kiss on your cheek and cooly walked up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.
your hand flew up to your cheek, which you were sure, had it not been dark, would have been 4 shades darker than normal. what had gotten into him?
(George Weasley x Female!Potter!Reader)
(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)
Requested by: Anon
Requests:Open
Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)
Request: ‘ Can you do a female X Reader where the reader is Harry’s twin sister and falls in love with George Wesley? I couldn’t find if this was your main page or not I’m sorry ‘
Thank you so much, I loved this idea. I am so sorry it took me so long I hit a sort of block. I didn’t know what to write at first, but I hope that this is okay,
Warnings: Language and poor writing.
Words: 1.8K
Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
Thank you.
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“George,” she laughs, pushing him away, rubbing her head, “you are such an idiot.”
(Y/n) and her twin, Harry, had arrived at the Burrow a few days before, after a bizarre meeting with their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and it wasn’t until a few days later that she saw the twins again, finally able to set her eyes on their joke shop. Her mouth drops in awe, gazing around the store, which she couldn’t do before because George had the wonderful idea to pounce on her the second, she stepped through the door.
“I could be your idiot if you wanted me to be,” he steps in front of her and winks exaggeratively. Much to her embarrassment, her cheeks flush, and she takes in the view of him in a striped suit that matches his brother’s, except the tie, her cheeks flushing a darker shade, not noticing as he does the same to her; she wears her favourite shirt, which he immediately recognises, as well as a pair of dark blue jeans.
“Shut up, Weasley,” she laughs, shaking her head as she pushes him away, walking past him towards Fred, “now, how about I go see my favourite twin.”
“Hey!” He laughs, which comes out rather pathetically, as he shoves his hands in his pockets and watches sadly after her. You would wince if you could see this. In fact, his youngest brother gags at the scene, earning a smack in the stomach from his future wife.
“Ronald!”
Harry, of course, does not notice the scene, eyes fixated on Ginny Weasley, acting as if she cannot feel his piercing gaze, which only leaves her rather confused.
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Many small moments followed this interaction, far more than before, but I will not explain them all, but if you did want to hear them, perhaps I could.
The most pivotal moment is now.
It is the night before the students depart for school, meaning that all the Weasley children are gathered at the Burrow, as well as Fleur (minus Percy, who is still attempting to earn his parents’ approval) to wish their sister and brother goodbye.
George leans against the banister, smiling fondly at the woman in front of him who is currently holding her brother in a headlock, “come on, Harry, no need to be a wimp.”
“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” Harry is not enjoying the fact that he is being shamed in front of the woman he has already planned their entire future with. “Unlike you, I do Quidditch, so I am stronger. I’ll hit you.” Harry’s gaze hardens at the floor, shouting after his red-head best friend, who won’t stop laughing.
“Oh yes, catching a tiny ball is such a task."
Harry’s gasp is what makes everyone laugh, his cute noise of horror. He then pushes her down with his side, making her lose his grip, and he gets on top of her, "I’ll spit on you. Don’t make me do it."
(Y/n) begins to scream, attempting to kick and push him away, but it’s no use.
Ron’s already dying, and the excitement has set all the Weasley’s off as they begin to lunge for each other even Mister Weasley has a wild and free look on his face.
"Stop!"
Everyone freezes. Ron with his hands around Fred’s tie, Fred’s foot seconds from hitting into George’s side, George pulling his sister’s hair, Ginny with her hands around Bill’s neck, Bill with his foot up Charlie’s arse and Charlie with a pillow in his hands, hovering over Ron’s head. Harry freezes, hands pinning down his sister’s wrist, (Y/n) with her foot in his stomach.
All turn to Mrs Weasley in fear, including her husband, who has his arm wrapped around George in an attempt to throw him.
"What do you think you are doing. Bill, put Ginny down right this instant!” Bill scoffs. He isn’t even touching her.
They drop each other, let go of each other, and Harry gets off (Y/n).
George helps her up, smiling down to her, tuning out his mother’s lecturing. She smiles back up at him, “thank you.”
“No problem.”
“George, (Y/n), stop staring at each other and listen to me.” Their cheeks flush and they immediately step back from each other, facing Mrs Weasley.
It was at that moment that the two began to hope that the other liked them.
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“That was pathetic, why does your sister fancy my brother?” Ron groans, attempting not to gag as he flattens down his shirt, which had been rather rustled after their scrap, very relieved that his mother had stopped lecturing them all.
“She doesn’t, you numpty.” Harry shakes his head, laughing at his friend until his gaze catches Ginny’s, who is behind Ron, the world freezing around him.
“Uh, she does, mate,” Ron pulls a face, nudging his friend, knocking him out of his stupor, and pointing over to the two who are gazing romantically into each other’s eyes. Ron once again gags.
“So, I look at Ginny just like that, and we are friends,” he laughs nervously before walking away, heading over to Hermione.
“I hope the fuck not.”
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My bad, turns out this moment is far more pivotal.
“Write to me?” (Y/n) asks hopefully, fiddling with the ends of her skirt, trying to maintain eye contact despite her internal arguments. He smiles down at her, fondly, his eyes alight with adoration.
“I will.”
A gentle breeze makes its way through the tunnel, blowing her hair slightly in her face, making her laugh as she fumbles to push it away.
“Here, let me,” he shakes his head, biting back a smile as he raises his hand, tucking it behind her ear.
His hand hesitates, and her breath gets caught in her throat, as he moves it beneath her ear to come to cup her cheek, making her smile fall. “You look beautiful.”
Well, she would hope so, seeing as she is wearing her nicest outfit because (Y/n) knew he would be here, and she wishes to snog him at least once. Well, she likes to daydream about it. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He laughs, not dropping his hand as his eyes fall to her lips, “will I see you at Christmas.”
“You should do, yeah,” she laughs nervously, brow raised, “same as the past few years.”
“Just want to make sure.”
“Come on, (Y/n)!” Mrs Weasley shouts, attempting to look over the crowd in the station, looking for the familiar ginger hair, for where (Y/n) is, her son should be too.
The train’s whistle sounds, causing her eyes to widen and for her to jump back, “Shit. See you at Christmas, Weasley.” She leans down, grabbing her suitcase for the journey, her trunk already aboard the train. Thinking nothing of it, apparently not realising that she is no longer daydreaming, she rises to her tiptoes, pressing a quick and hard kiss to his lips, “bye!"
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"Mate, I still can’t believe your sister fancies George,” Ron shakes his head, flopping into the seat beside Hermione.
“He is handsome,” Hermione says, not looking up from her book, although she does notice his look of disgust, which does make her smile. “Where is she?”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he looks out of the window, trying to catch a glimpse, “I don’t know - bloody hell!” He jumps, the whistle of the training scaring the shit out of him. Of course, it barely phases Hermione who simply looks up and out of the window, immediately finding (Y/n). “She just kissed George.”
Ron gasps, shooting up, and he presses his face against the window, “I don’t see it.” He groans in annoyance.
“So, friends kiss,” Harry looks from the window, laughing at the look of horror on his friends’ faces, “some do.”
Ron squeals when the train lurches, and he is thrown onto Harry, “please, don’t kiss me."
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"Mistletoe,” he obviously states, stepping in front of (Y/n), his common smirk on his face, hands clasped behind his back, “but you don’t need Mistletoe, do you.”
She clasps her hands to her face, her cheeks flushed as she groans, “it was an accident.”
“I would hope so,” she drops her hands, raising a brow, “I don’t want you kissing anyone else."
"Shove off,” she presses her hands against his waistcoat, pushing him away. George does not move instead; he places his hands on top of her own as he smiles down at her. Her heart thumps in her chest as she looks between their hands and his face.
“If you want me to, but I would rather kiss you,” he teases.
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“They’re kissing again,” Ron sighs, shoving a mince pie in his mouth, not noticing the looks from Harry and Ginny, who he just sat between, interrupting their own moment.
“Good for (Y/n), she’s fancied him for years.”
“No, she hasn’t, Ginny,” Harry leans forward so that he can look at her over her annoying brother, “some friends kiss.”
“We are friends, and we’ve never kissed,” Ginny points out, not yet realising that her feelings are finally returned. Harry’s cheeks flush, and he falls back into his seat, eyes finding his sister, who is now far away from the Weasley brother.
“Dean used to be your friend,” Ron mumbles through the food in his mouth.
“Shut up, so did Lavender.”
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“Come on love, at this rate we’ll miss the wedding,” George knocks on his and Fred’s bedroom door, which they let to (Y/n) for the wedding. “I want a chance to show you off before the ceremony begins.”
“Shove off,” she laughs, fumbling with the front of her dress, attempting to straighten it out. She continues to go over her outfit and hair.
“Come onnnnnnn, we might even be able to sneak in a cheeky snog.”
“You’d like that very much.”
“Yes, I would,” he sighs, turning so his back is leaning against the door, “or maybe we could tell Harry instead.”
The door opens, and if it wasn’t for the hands of his girlfriend bracing against his back, he would have fallen right onto his arse, which would have been a pleasure for (Y/n) to witness.
“My brother didn’t realise we were dating that time he caught you with your hand up my skirt, he thought we were hugging,” she pushes him back up, her familiar fond smile on her face as they link arms.
She had seen him change earlier, but he is still as handsome as he was when she first saw his suit today, so she compliments him once again, and he returns with several mumbles and stumbles.
At this rate, Harry won’t think anything of it when she births their first child.
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(Regulus Black x Female Reader)
(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)
Requested by: Anon
Requests:Open
Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)
Request: ‘Will u please write a regulus black x fem reader where they’re like quidditch rivals so they kinda hate eachother but at the same time they have a friends with benefits situation and one of them catches feeling but is way too scared to admit anything. But it accidentally comes out during a fight so they just kinda scream about how much they like eachother. This probably doesn’t make much sense but I hope u understand what I’m trying to say, hope u have a good <3′
I absolutely adored this idea. Please let me know if this is alright, plot wise and writing wise, haha. I am a bit rusty.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, poorly written almost smut scene (just grinding, not actual sex), (Also I didn’t say any genital words because I was getting second-hand embarrassment) complex and confusing Regulus. Reader being a smirking little sh*t at times.
Words: 2.3K
Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
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“AND TEN POINTS FOR (Your house)! Well done (Y/n) (L/n)! IN YOUR FACE, BLACK!” The commentator shouts out, ignoring the disapproving look that Professor McGonagall sends their way as they cheer for their classmate.
(Y/n) can’t help but smirk, quirking her right brow as she searches the skies for Regulus, squinting as the wind blows her hair across her face, and as usual, the second she looks over to him, he looks away. She enjoys getting at him, but so does he; he does the same to her after all.
Shaking her head, and with a roll of her eyes, she turns to her housemate, grinning ear to ear as they both fist bump both hands in the air. The stalls fill with cheers as she scores the first goal after ten minutes. (Y/n) is not one to brag, but she cannot help but act like the younger version of James Potter when it comes to the youngest Mister Black. She does not search for praise either, but it is entertaining getting at the boy, and she enjoys fuelling the flames. She ignores how the wind throws her hair in front of her eyes as she sets off again, robes flying behind her.
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“What are you playing at?” A familiar voice calls as she heads down the clear hallway. Not turning, she continues, quirking her brow again as she subconsciously begins to play with the collar of her shirt.
“I’m heading to my common room to celebrate my victory,” she smirks, hearing the footsteps falter behind her before he huffs, and they speed up again. Her hair blows back as she walks past an open window in the passage, reminding her of the conditions of the game, which had started windy before turning into a torrential downpour - well, it felt like so.
“You did not win,” Regulus smirks, slowly down his steps to match hers as he comes beside her. “And that bragging on the pitch was incredibly dumb; you made a complete fool of yourself. It amazes me more and more each day as you continue to disappoint your family name.” He turns up his nose before wrinkling it further as the wind hits him, and he hurriedly attempts to flatten his hair.
“My family name!” She scoffs, “at least mine is full of good people and does not have webbed feet. And, I di -” She cuts herself short as she turns to face him, her cheeks flushing as (Y/n) watches him - although, (Y/n) would have preferred that it was her touching and griping at his dark locks, not that she hasn’t before.
“You know that I do not have webbed feet, you imbecile, and at least my magic is pur-”, He stops his grumbling for a second, lowering his hands as they come to a stop, “catching feelings, are we (L/n)?”
“Don’t be daft, Black, and I have seen your feet, you are basically a Merman,” she rolls her eyes, trying to ignore her cheeks that continue to flush a darker shade, despite her protests as she begins to walk again, clasping her Quidditch bag tighter in her hand. “Who’s making a fool of themselves now?” She musters the courage to turn to him again, ignoring the flutters in her belly as he matches her, quirking his brow with a smirk.
“Still you."
There are a few moments of silence, not entirely comfortable as (Y/n) finds her eyes darting back and forth to either side of her - fighting internally rather pathetically - while he only gazes at the floor, clutching his backpack tighter.
"Why are you here?” (Y/n) inhales deeply, biting her lip as she clenches her eyes shut. Wow, this is why she got bullied as a child.
He turns to her, eyes wide, but his frown turns upwards for a split second as he sees her expression; it falls before she opens her eyes and meets his, both stopping once again, this time inconveniently on a tower’s staircase.
Now, there are many ways that this moment could go. One, Regulus could confess his feelings, and the two can shag happily for the rest of their lives - or on this staircase at least. Two, (Y/n) could reject him, and everyone will find out, he will never live to see a day and will die of embarrassment as well as shame. Three, he could fuck up. Four, he could listen to previous advice his brother gave him on girls when he spoke to him - and fuck up.
“Want to fu- frolic?” He chuckles nervously. Curse his brother he almost listened to him - that is why his brother will die alone, unlike him.
(Y/n) makes a noise at the back of her throat, eyes wide, “we’ve been shagging for weeks, and you have just referred to it as ‘frolicking’?”
His lips curl, and he straightens his posture.
No, curse him for nearly getting nervous over (Y/n) (L/n) - as if! “Just wanted to make sure that you were still down; after that pathetic stunt you pulled as if you were better than me, you may have scored more than me, but unlike you, I can win a game.” She rolls her eyes, so what if he, the seeker caught the snitch, his team mate barely scored the extra ten points that got them to win; it is not that hard to catch a Quaffle and throw it. Her mouth forms into a snarl as she allows him to continue. “Why else would I come to talk to you, you idiot?”
“Ah yes, I forgot, I am the only girl who will allow you to fuck her.” She continues to walk again, and Regulus rolls his eyes, raising a finger to say his point, but she continues, not caring for him behind her. “How does it feel, knowing that the only girl who will let you shag her is a woman you hate?” Her eyes gleam as she spins on her heels, unable to control the words that continue, “a woman who sees you as a last resort."
There’s a pause as he freezes in his steps - having begun to go after her - she mirrors his actions.
"Fuck you.”
“Gladly.”
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(Y/n) clenches her eyes shut as she grips at his hair, ignoring the slight sting as he pushes her against the stone wall. Oh, how she loves - sorry - enjoys his hair. How can it be so soft?
His teeth nip as her neck, as he places his leg between her thighs. With his right hand, he slowly slides it down her waist, leaving sparks of fire in its wake before gently curving it beneath her thigh as he lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips, her skirt now barely covering her hips. He groans, adoring the way her skin feels familiar and the heat that makes its way through his trousers; he gently begins to rub circles with his thumb before doing the same with his left hand, moving it from its position beside her head, pinning her to the wall.
Her breath wavers, the outline of his most private area pressed directly against the right place of her own, and her thighs subconsciously clench around his hips. He chuckles against her neck, beginning to pepper kisses along the entire length of her collarbone. Then, he rolls his hips, nestling his head in her neck as he elicits a moan from the two of them. (Y/n) bites her lip as he finally does it again, tightening her grip that is now on his shoulders.
He grins, glancing up to her for a second, enjoying her expression before repeating his previous motions, in the opposite direction across her collarbone, “No need to be quiet, (L/n), this wouldn’t be the first time that-”
“Fuck you.”
“Gladly,” he smirks.
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Regulus Black glares daggers at his previously good friend Barty Crouch Junior (they were close until he realised just how creepy that boy was. Some people must get too comfortable, he supposes.) Of course, this does not mean that Barty lacks charisma, looks, or the ability to fool just about anyone - even his father. Bloody Crouch.
Regulus glances up from his book in the library as he attempts to catch a quick glimpse of the two who are on the opposite side of the table next to him. Despite the table being big enough to fit eight, Crouch must sit next to her. He nearly has a heart attack when Crouch turns to the laughing girl, tucking some hair gently behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed, and he cannot ignore the way her hands tighten their grip around her quill. She may be enjoying this, but Regulus most certainly is not.
He goes to stand up, but he stops. (Y/n) isn’t his girlfriend, and she has free will. She can make her own decisions. She is simply a quick shag. Well, it’s never quick.
Her gaze ends up meeting his, and whatever she was about to say has quickly died in her throat. The golden glow of the sun reaches the window behind him, illuminating him in an awe-striking glow. She can’t help but smile, the incessant boy next to her long-forgotten, and despite his fury, the ends of his lips curl upwards.
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“What are you playing at?” Once again, Regulus Black finds himself storming after the (h/c) haired pain in his arse. She ignores him, but he quickly catches up, coming to a stop in front of her.
She rolls her eyes and tries to step out past her, but before she can, he cuts her off. “You are not my boyfriend, husband, nor keeper. Please, be gone.” She sighs, and with a sarcastic smile, tries to step past him again. Of course, he does the same as before.
His lips curl as he glares down to her, “I think I should know who else you are sleeping with, seeing as you could be riddled with disease.”
She gasps, her own stare hardening into a glare as she bites back several rude comments,
“And what about you? I should know too.”
Why must he always confront her in empty hallways?
His snarl falters, as does his posture, “I beg your pardon.”
She continues to glare, taking a step forward, making him take a step back. “Come on, Black.
You want to know who I shag, and I want to know the same about you.”
He tries to ignore the sting in his heart as she basically confirms their relationship, and he shoves his hands in his trousers’ pockets.
“None of your business. I am of the Noble House of B - don’t roll your eyes at me!”
(Y/n) continues to step forward, making him stumble until the usual tables are reversed, and she has him against the wall.
“Fuck off and go shag, Barty!” His voice cracks a little bit, making his cheeks flush as he presses the palms of his hands against the wall. Thankfully, he does not embarrass himself too much as he maintains eye contact with her.
“Why? Want to watch?"
His cheeks flush just like hers already is, but he does not notice. "How dare you suggest such a thing! I am - I am -”
“You are what?"
There is a pause, and (Y/n) begins to grin, realising that she has won. He could lie and say he is shagging many, or he could…
He sighs, "I am only sleeping with you.” He groans internally, wishing he knew how to shut up.
She falters, eyes wide and cheeks flushing to a rosier shade, “liar.”
His eyes dart open, his jaw drops, “I beg your pardon!”
She scoffs, shaking her head at him before turning on her heels, heading away, flashing him two fingers as she leaves.
“What the fuck?” He whispers to himself, staring down to the ground. Then, he shakes his head, and this time, he runs after her.
To clarify, one of the Noble House of Black does not run.
“Who do you think you are?” She ignores him, continuing on. “You are infuriating.” She continues to ignore him, taking a sharp turn into a quieter route to her common room, as well as faster. “What is wrong with you.”
She suddenly stops, and he would have walked right into her had he not the quick reflexes from Quidditch. She spins on her heels, glaring at him. For a second, he freezes in awe of her beauty and fierceness, but he quickly controls it.
“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you!” She takes another step forward, but he does not falter, continuing to stare her down, maintaining her posture. “I have been nothing but honest, and you are nothing but a nasty little boy!”
“Me!” He scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, “I am always honest. You are dishonest!”
“Liar!”
“Stop calling me that!” They are shouting now, and it would not surprise either if their classmates could hear them squabbling now.
“ Fuck you! Then tell me a truth.”
“No, thank you!” Now, that is something that Regulus thought he would never say. “You do it first!”
“Fine!” (Y/n) glares, and she does not even take a breath before she says this, “I am not sleeping with anyone else; I never have because I love you!” For a second, she is proud, knowing she has demonstrated more honesty until she realises what she has said. Her eyes widen, her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes begin to well slightly but not in an embarrassing way, like no way is she going to be (Y/N) and cry.
His own eyes widen, his heart stuttering, and before a moment could settle between them, he gently raised his left hand to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear that had escaped before curling his right hand around her waist. Gently he leans down, her own eyes gently closing, followed by this as his lips carefully meet hers.
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Meanwhile, what other students talked about that weren’t in the book
Stud A : This ink keeps on spilling, wish we have something to replace this quills
Stud B : Have you heard of a pen? Muggles use those
Stud B : Pen? Is it edible?
Stud A : My friends got knocked out on the quidditch field
Stud B : Are they okay?
Stud A : They don’t remember me now
Stud A : You owe me ten galleons
Stud B :*giving A 100 galleons*
Stud A : Do you think it’s too much?
Stud B : I don’t know, I can’t do math
Stud A : How do babies born?
Stud B : Uh, i though they fall from the sky?
Stud A : I though i was apparating to my parents’ house when i was a baby. Don’t remember doing that, though
Stud A : I heard those muggleborns laughing on a piece of block. They should be admitted to st mungo’s
Stud B : Some of them talk to the block! What a weird creature
Stud A : Man, poor that new professor
Stud B : What happened?
Stud A : Fell off the grand stair case on the first day. Never be seen again
Harry Potter and Taylor Swift’s Songs
Dumbledore : The old dumb dumb can’t come to the phone right now, ‘cause he’s dead! *dead*
Harry : I think he did it but i just can’t prove it *looking at draco aggresively*
Ron: Knew he was a killer first time that i saw him
Hermione : It’s death by a thousand cuts!
Y/n : OOOOHHHH GODDAMN!
Snape : He did it
Harry : How’s one to know?
Snape : Wind in my hair, i was there, i remember it all too weeeeellllll
Harry : Why did you become a death eaters malfoy?
Draco :Potter-
Harry : Tell me why!
Draco :
Draco : Ain’t nothing but a heartache?
Harry : *singing dramatically* Teeeellll me why
Draco :*singing in confusion* Ain’t nothing but a mistake
Your girl is going to be a second year student in a couple months!
Although they share the same name which is Aurora Ranvier, her traits are 100% different than how i portrayed her as y/n here and in my drawings. This Aurora is everything that tumblr Aurora isn’t. She’s grumpy, sensitive, hot headed, quiet, awkward, but she’s quite bright. While tumblr Aurora is as chaotic as the twins.
I wanted to do some character development throughout her times at Hogwarts. She’s pretty adventurous, but she is nowhere fearless, she’s scared of ghost. I would love to share her background stories here as well in the form of fanfic. But for now, here’s first year Aurora and second year Aurora side by side
Oh, if you’re wondering what’s this is about, she’s a character that I created on Hogwarts.io orrrrrr if you are French, you could visit poudlard.fr instead
Umbridge : The earth is flat
McGonagall : No Dolores, it is round
Umbridge : Flat as a board
McGonagall : Round as a ball
Y/n : Stop body shamming the poor earth!
Sirius : We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that’s who we really are
Y/n : I choose you, the darkling
Harry : Wrong fandom! Besides, you already have George!
Brb, i’ll be obsessing over the darkling
Just wanna share an illustration of a nice picnic at the owlery before the owls start to shit all over the food
Death Eaters : We’re holding you for ransom!
Ron : Oh no
Harry : How much is the ransom?
Death Eaters : 500.000 galleons
Hermione : That’s absurd!
Y/n : Yeah! That’s absurd!
Y/n : Can you raise it? I’m worth so much more than that
Ron, Harry, Hermione, Death Eaters :
Harry : I’m nervous about today’s quidditch match
Y/n : Against what house?
Harry :Slytherin
Y/n : Don’t worry, snakes have no arms
Draco : I HEARD THAT! *Slithering to the great hall*
George Weasley would be so proud of me.. I AM A QUIDDITCH PLAYER AND A BEATER
With Stamina of 4/10 and strength 5/10
I swear the bludger won’t even move an inch when i hit it
Mcgonagall : I have a very important mission for all of you! Severus,Fred, George, Y/n
Snape : Me included?
Mcgonagall : Yes! Silence, Severus!
Y/n : What do you want us to do?
Fred : Whatever that is-
George : We will accept!
Snape : I WILL NOT ACC-
Mcgonagall : Prank Umbridge for me
Snape : I would love to do it and will do it right now
Triwizard tournament first task
Dragon : Roar roar!
Harry :*standing nervously*
Hermione : YOUR WAND HARRY! USE YOUR WAND!
Harry :*throw his wand at the dragon*
Sorry i was just so busy these couple dayssssss and super long delays on answering your asks :((((((
Y/n : Hermione, please do something with my book
Hermione : What is wrong with it?
Y/n : George charmed it, at first it was sweet, now my eardrums can’t take it anymore
Hermione :*opening the book*
Book :
Y/n : I think Remus has an unhealthy obsession towards chocolate
Remus : I am not obsessed with it!
Sirius : Did you forget when James shit on his pants back in first year because of you!?
Remus : I just want to buy your chocolate!
Sirius : IT DID NOT LOOK LIKE THAT!
Y/n : What happened?
Sirius : THIS HAPPENED!!
My oc photo id lol.. that’s all, goodbye
Phantom of the opera but make it voldy and ginny in the chamber of secret. I don’t ship them lol, just want to make something from when ginny got possessed by to riddle’s diary
I’m trying a new art style hehe.. It is my OC, Aurora Ranvier if you’re wondering heheheheh
*clears throat* Another day another art.. these are the students of hogwarts next generation. The halfblood Aurora Ranvier (my oc Hehe) from the house of Ravenclaw who prefers pepper spray rather than using her wand, because why not. The pureblood Violet Carrington (not my oc, i just draw it) from the house of slytherin who desperately needs a swear jar.
I am still working on the gryffindor and hufflepuff so staytune!
