Any characters in this short story isn’t mine except for names that are obviously made by yours truly. Hope you guys like my first Harry Potter fan fic! A lil fluff? I guess. I mean idk HAHAAHAH
Was it my idea to make a story? Yes, yes it is.

I hope you guys like this short, (isn’t really short but *laughs* ya okay.)

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After the battle of hogwarts was a difficult time for the wizarding world. All of the people have lost their loved one. It took a toll to anyone who’ve battled alongside people who are no longer with us. I included, had difficult adjusting to the usual work I was doing in the ministry. I’ve lost so many people in my life, that it was harder to even step inside the house to no longer hear or even feel their presence. But I know someone who’s struggling even more.

 Bill and I, has been inseparable during our younger years. Which is why I was somehow “part” of the Weasley family as Mrs.Weasley would always say. Ever since he lost his brother, he hasn’t quite been himself. I haven’t even heard from him or even a single letter. As fickle as it seems, I gave him his space. I knew it was taking a toll on him, but being the best friend, I couldn’t think straight for days.  My hour of work was supposed to be done a few hours ago, but Briggs, my boss, decided to give me more paper work like he used to do. Scanning the papers as to justifty any sort of trials that connects to magical creatures. “Honestly, the wizards in this country really lacks understanding towards other magical creatures.” I mumbled, giving a small huff of irritation as I read a particular trial. Stamping it with a big “reject”, I settled it at my right, along with the other rejected trials. I took a small break, as I took out my pocket watch to see the time. 11 ‘o clock, surely I can go home at this time of the night? With so little hand to help with all of these papers, it’ll probably take me a week or more. Giving a last glance at my desk, I decided that sleep would probably help me. (Of course it will depend on how I’ll wake up anyways.) 

With only a flick of my wand, papers that have fallen from my desk has now been stacked in different cases. Suddenly, a short knock caused me to snap my head towards the door. “Come in.” I stated, fixing my stuff quickly before another possible paper work where to give for me. A short figure loomed from my door, as I looked up to what I was doing, I gave the woman a smile, glad that it wasn’t anyone from the office. “Hello dearie, I went to your house but you weren’t there. So I figured you had another overtime.” Mrs.Weasley said, closing the door as she enters slowly at my office. “It’s quite alright Mrs.Weasley, please do take a sit.” She nodded and gave me the usual warm smile she gives me. A little Accio for the tea set to be settled at my desk, as it pours the steaming hot tea, I took the seat in front of Mrs.Weasley. “Thank you dearie.” She said, as I took the other teacup. “What seems to be the matter Mrs.Weasley? It’s usually unusual for you to be visiting me at this time of the day.” Mrs.Weasley who seems to be hesitant to say something, took her time before speaking. “This is about William.” “Did something happen to him?” “He hasn’t quite been himself, even worst. He hasn’t been eating, I guess the reason was because of him and Fleur breaking the engagement.” That caught me off-guard. Breaking the engagement? “I’m sorry but correct me if I’m wrong, broke the engagement?” “Bill wouldn’t tell me the reason, he only asked of you dearie, I just hope you have time to check up on him.” My mind was in a swirl at the abrupt news. I took a long sip of my tea before making my mind. “Of course Mrs.Weasley, I’ll visit this Weekend.” 

It took me 3 days to finish all the paper works, and asked for a week long vacation to Briggs. The man himself even had the audacity to lure me not to. Only he was so stupid enough not to remember that he passed his work on me, and I had more connections than what he can pull through. With that, I took my luggages and delivered it first to Shell Cottage as Mrs.Weasley told me to do. The woman is hard-headed as she was. I wasn’t much open to sleeping in the same roof with Bill, but for that woman to push me to do it, still suprises me. I apparated to the Burrow first, as a short visit and to tell Mrs.Weasley that I’ll be heading first. The door swung open, as Percy, greeted me with delight. “Atwood, good to see you.” He said, giving me a hug which I gave back. “It is, and I’m glad you had the guts to apologize to the family.” I said, teasing him as he knew what I was talking about. It took him a couple of weeks to finally apologize to all of them, he only needed a push from a certain lady I’m acquainted with. “Shut up, mums’ in the kitchen.” He said, closing the door behind me. I went straight to the kitchen, only to be blocked by George. “George, great to see you up and about.” I said, giving him a cheeky grin. “Glad you’re still that cheeky bastard I know.” giving me a pinch on the cheek.

 I gave him a pat on the back, a signal that I was really glad and happy which only took him a second to give me a short hug. After a minute he let go and gave me a smile. “Give that man a spanking for me will you? He has been mopping for quite sometime now.” “Will do Georgie.” I said, letting out a chuckle at his words. He cleared his way which was my time to go to the kitchen. “Mrs.Weasley?” “Oh yes dearie, be with you in a second.” She said, saying a short spell to let the laddle to continue stirring. “Mrs.Weasley, I’ll be heading to the Shell Cottage first, my luggage is already there.” “Oh yes of course! I’ll come and visit on Monday, I have a lot to do in the house.” “No problem Mrs.Weasley.” I said and before I even left, this woman gave a squeeze of my hand. “I’ll be fine Mrs.Weasley, I’ll be sure to owl you as soon as I can.” I said, giving her a short hug before apparating. 

I took a small glance at the house, it seems it hasn’t change on the outside. As I entered the house, the place seemed gloomier than I last remember. My luggage was at the living room, beside a familiar Weasley who was waiting for me. I took small steps entering the living room, Bill slowly looked at me, as If I was a ghost or perhaps a delucion. “Hey Bill.” I said, waving at him, the awkward atmosphere lingering. Not until Bill got up and slowly went to me. “I’m glad to see–” I was cut off shortly, as Bill slowly hugged me. His hands enveloping me as I felt the warmness from his body. He took a ragged deep breathe, “I’m glad you came.” “Why shouldn’t I be?” I said, lightening up the mood, my hand caressing his hair, to ease up his tension. He took his time before letting go. He only looked at me before giving me a small smile of his, the smile he does when he’s tired. “I’ll help you put these in the other room.” I nodded, taking the other luggage with me as we climbed up the stairs, dead silence overwhelming me. As we entered the guest room, I sat down my luggage near the bed. “Bill.” calling his name as softly as I can. “He looked at me, the usual stare he had given me way back when I was with him in this exact room.” “Would you tell me what happened?” He looked at me for short while before nodding. I sat down on the bed, patting the empty space beside me. 

The food was ready, I got up earlier than I used to, in order to make breakfast for the both of us. After staying with Bill for a week, it took a lot of patience to take care of the man. He wouldn’t leave me alone even to have a short me time. He would really stick with me till I cave in to what he wanted to do. It also has been a week since Bill told me all about it. He told me that the reason why Fleur broke the engagement was because of how he couldn’t turn back to who he was. And it drove Fleur mad to a point she left him, ;eaving only the ring and a letter the next day. I wasn’t in the position to criticize her. But that was a horrible way of breaking it to someone you’ve spent years with. I took my time to wash the other utensils, only to hear the squeeking of the floorboards. I wiped my hands and took off my apron. “Good Morning.” I said, looking at Bill who eyed the table. He sat down first followed by me. “Thank you, Atwood.” “What’s for the thanks for? Don’t thank me. I wouldn’t want you to cook, you know how horrid you are towards cooking.” I said, giving a small joke to my teasing. He smiled eyeing me before taking a spoon full of soup. “How’s it?” “Quite good, better than my cooking.” He said, I didn’t realize I was waiting for his reply only to breathe out to relax. I ate along with him, a small conversation from time to time. As we finish eating, Bill insisted washing the dishes. “No it’s okay Bill–” “It’s on me, I can use my hands Atwood, I’m not incapable to do work.” He said, only to earn an eyeroll from me. 

I leaned on the counter, looking at him from my peripheral vision. As far as I look at it, he’s better than he was last week. “What are you gawking at me for?” Bill asked, realizing that he was already finish cleaning up. I shook my head. “I was only thinking Weasley, don’t push your luck.” I said, trying to hide the burning of my cheeks. I stood up straight and was about to leave when Bill decided to stop me. “Atwood, can I talk to you?” “I think we’re?” Bill looked at me seriously, a look that I know too well to be joking with. I stood there, without saying anything, “Atwood, I have to confess, the reason why Fleur also broke the engagement is because of my..” I looked at him, hoping that it wasn’t what I was thinking. “Because of my feelings for you.” As he said does words, he looked at me, the same way he looked at me when we broke up. “Bill stop joking, it isn’t funny.” I said, lightly laughing but to only realize he was dead serious. I couldn’t utter a word or even something for him, it rendered me speechless. Bill fidgeted at his spot, as if the dead silence was a struggle for him. “Uhm I got to go Bill, I–” “Atwood, don’t runaway this time.” Bill said, his hold on my arm hasn’t yet let go. I looked at him, trying to look for some sort of sign or something that would say that this was all a prank. “I really need to go William, I’ll be back later.” I said and left, taking my purse and coat as I apparate.

I looked at my watch, shutting if close as I took a deep breathe. Baines, my co-worker, looked at me in amusement. “There seems to be troubling you Atwood, spill it.” He said, forgetting about the paperwork he was supposed to get from me and sat down in front of my table. “I don’t have anything to say Baines.” “Oh shush, is it about this Weasley person I’ve been hearing about?” He says, only to smirk at me as he knew he was correct. “What am I going to do with him? I mean.. I–” “This is the only question you should ask yourself, are you willing to take risk for him?” He said, giving me a wink as he got the paperwork from my hand. “Love, I’m sure you know the answer to my question. It be best if you go now. I’ll tell Briggs you had an emergency to take care of.” He said and left. It took me a couple of minutes before my body moved. With a flick of my wand, the paperwork was now fixed on my table, a little accio of my purse and coat, I got out of my office and left the ministry quickly. I took my time outside of Shell Cottage, having second doubts if I should enter or not. But like what Weasley said, I shouldn’t be running away this time. I took a deep breathe and opened the door. I went to the living room only to find no one, I left my coat at the coat hanger, and putting my purse at the couch before going to the upstairs room. 

I looked into BIll’s room but he wasn’t there, so the only room left was mine. I knocked gently, and opened it. Bill was sitting down on my bed, head hangling low, not even looking at my direction. I closed the door, the room illuminated the moonlight. I crouched down, caresing his face to get him out of trance. The touch of my hands jolted him, he looked at me to his suprise. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you enter.” “It’s alright Weasley.” “You’re a little early.” He said, I took the empty space beside him, fidgeting a little. “I was given less work today.” I said, he was looking at my hands, how I usually fidget when I’m in a state of confessing something. Bill took my hand with his, and cares it with his thumb. He looked at me, as if waiting for me to push him or tell reject him. Only to give him a smile, I initiated the move. Slowly moving my face towards his as our lips touch. It was warm, like how it used to be. and before I could move away, Bill further deepen the kiss, holding my face with is free hand. We parted, resting his forehead on mine. I let out a small laugh, opening my eyes as he did as well. “I’m sure you know my answer.” I said, only to gain the smile I’ve waited to see. 

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the golden trio

the twins and Lee

the oldest weasley brothers

accio-shitpost:

how was percy weasley even a gryffindor

no like seriously, he doesn’t show any of the gryffindor traits, unlike every other weasley. he seems to value working hard and making something of yourself - more like a hufflepuff

i think more slytherin—not because he sides with fudge at first, but he valued his ambition and job OVER his family and friendships. he’s hard working yes but he definitely doesn’t have loyalty towards his family.

Dating George Weasley Would Include…

• He would be confident, asking you out and flirting with you constantly very early on
• As you both grew even closer and your relationship grew more serious you started learning that he was actually kind of insecure
• About your relationship - sometimes he worried you deserved someone a little better (someone who wasn’t constantly in trouble), and he especially worried about what your parents would think about him if they ever met him
• Also, his future - his mother’s nagging about his future made him nervous sometimes, like, was he ever going to amount to anything? Or was he just going to stay a troublemaker?
• He’s definitely clingy when he’s had a bad day
• Like, he’s basically a little puppy when he sees you and he’s not feeling that great
• Mainly because you always make him feel better!
• You’re his sunshine
• Spending all your time together
• Talking about everything
• If you have any family/experience with the muggle world, showing and explaining and talking about what it was like and how everything worked
• Giggling at his confusion when you tried to explain how everything worked
• Teasing each other constantly
• Classic best friends to lover situation
• He’s such a supportive, encouraging boyfriend
• Found a new hobby? Count him in
• Discovered that you got your period? He’s already running to go grab a pad/tampon for you
• Always there for you
• Lots of laughter and fun and tickle fights
• SNUGGLES!
• ALL THE TIME!
• In the common room once everyone’s gone to bed
• Spending time in broom cupboards ;)
• The whole family LOVES you
• Molly thinks you’re a really good influence and such a sweet girl

I would love to go on more but I should probably try and hold myself back LOL.

REAL QUICK CHARLIE WEASLEY IS MY BOY AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM THANK YOU GOOD BYE

Dominique had some slight anger issues as a child and Victoire wasn’t always the nicest sister to her… Teddy was somehow always the mediator between them

Teddy is 14, Victoire is 12, Dominique and Talia are 11

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.*