summary: granger!reader with the help of Ron, goes to a muggle shelter to do some charity work
a/n: so itâs my first fic, and im sorry if itâs not that good. regardless, thsi is for day 27 of a very harry potter christmas ( from @jamilelucato and @whack-ed), girls i know im little late, sorry. oh, and thanks @jamilelucatoâ for the tips on how to write a fic.
it was Hermioneâs idea to reunite the friends for somewhat of a muggle charity work. it was the first Christmas season after the war, and she said that you needed to be around people that were happy and hadnât gone through a war like the rest of you.
you loved your big sister, but sometimes she had some crazy ideas that not even you were able to understand. nonetheless, there you were, three days before Christmas, waiting for everyone to show up at the entrance of a muggle elderly shelter, almost freezing.
âoh, hi, y/n,â said the (not officially) main reason for you being there.
Ron Weasley was standing next to you, wearing a jeans jacket with a jumper, with a cap that covered almost all of his ginger hair, except for the front part that was growing more than his usual hairstyle would allow.
âhi-i,â you had no idea if you stuttered because of the cold or because of the boy, but it was something in between.
âwhereâs Hermione?â he asked, placing his hands inside the pockets of the jean jacket.
âshe wanted to get more food,â you told him, slowly tilting your head towards him, not even noticing you were doing so. âI donât know why she didnât already have more â it was all her idea after all.â
âmaybe she changed her mind,â said the ginger, âshe does that quite a lot.â
there was something about this habit of Harry and Ron that theyâd talk to you about your sister like they knew her better. you supposed they knew her in ways you didnât, but that could not possibly make them comprehend her better.
âwhereâs everybody?â he asked again, this time, though, the question hurt you a bit.
you had a crush on Ron since Hermione introduced him to you. well, actually, you fancied him before you even had a face to go with the name. when Hermione send you letters about her adventures with the ginger, your heart just melted a little. and you were only ten.
your feelings for him only grew greater with time, and it didnât help that he was always around you and your family. you were also always around his family â becoming best friends with Ginny Weasley can do that to a person.
but it was just a platonic thing. Ron didnât know about it â at least you hoped to have been discreet enough.
so, of course, it probably was uncomfortable for Ron to be alone in a cold street alone with you and a bunch of presents that you held in the bag your sister prepared.
âdunno,â you shrugged, âHarry and Ginny were coming together â it was what Ginny told me anyway.â
Ron turned to face you, and you felt your cheeks turn redder than the cold was painting them already.
âuh, I asked if she wanted to come with me,â you didnât know why you added that information to the conversation, but something about Ronâs eyes always made you speak more than needed.
âthey donât appear to be cominâ any time soon, so maybe we should just get in?â he suggested, raising his shoulders even though his hands didnât move out of the pockets. âitâs getting real cold out here.â
âguess we should get in,â you agreed, biting, slightly, your lower lip, âIâve got the presents anyway.â
he laughed at your terrible attempt of sarcasm, and suddenly all the cold in London wasnât able to take the warm in your heart away.
he walked in first, but not before asking if you wanted help with the bag of presents.
âitâs enchanted,â you said.
âof course it is,â he sighed with a resemblance of a smile.
it felt like the whole thing was an internal joke you didnât understand, and there were you getting (again) jealous of your sister for being best friends with this gorgeous ginger.
the elderly in the shelter were like angels on Earth. not that you had much experience with angelic mythology, but you suspected angels were kind and smiling beings, just like the elderly you and Ron presented with gifts that night.
must add that you did all the charity on your own, because your sister, Harry and Ginny did not show up. in the first few minutes, you were worried about your friends, but it soon became clear to you and Ron that they probably didnât want to come up.
to you, something else was pretty clear â they knew. the whole Christmasly situation, with charity work and hot cocoa, along with Ron felt like the type of situation your sister would scheme for you.
not that you had asked â before this night, you thought Hermione had no idea about your feelings. and now, even Harry knew.
oh, Godric, even Ginny knew, and she was, like, Ronâs little sister!
âitâs so nice of you two to give us presents,â said one of the old ladies, sitting by the fire. she had the most beautiful black eyes you had ever seen, so dark but also very tender. âitâs rare to spend a night with the visit of such a young couple.â
your eyes widened immediately, and you didnât know where to look. instinctively, you glanced at Ron, who gazed at you with the same expression you presumed was on your face.
you raced to explain, âweâre-we- Ron and I are not a couple.â
the granny smiled, her black eyes going from you to Ron.
âsuch a pity then,â she sighed, âyou two would have adorable babies.â
you gulped so hard and so fast, it felt like you swallowed your tongue.
âI suppose Ronâs still gonna have cute babies without me,â you commented, trying to sound superior and evolved, but just covering up the fact that the idea of making babies with Ron crossed your mind now and then ever since you learned how to do it.
the old lady watched as you and Ron interacted with curiosity.
âwhy do you say that? the very reason our babies would be cute is you,â Ron protested, getting closer to you and sitting by the fire over the rug.
you turned your neck towards the ginger, completely surprised with what he said. you didnât know if he understood what he was claiming â that you were cute â but you were gonna take it as a compliment anyway.
âme?â you echoed, resisting the urge to place a hand over your heart, âcome on, Ron, your babies will be ginger. can you imagine how cutesy?â
âyours will have your pretty big eyes,â he replied, leaning his head.
the conversation dragged on, you two so invested on it, that you didnât even notice when the old lady responsible for the topic disappeared. later you supposed the woman had intended to be discreet.
within laughs, Ron confided something on you.
âsorry we had to do all the work by ourselves,â he said.
âit was no worry at all,â you replied, swallowing the rest of your laugh, âI didnât think Iâd like it here, but somehow I do? these people are nice.â
Ron noticed how slightly you tried to change the subject, but something was telling him if he wanted to let it out, it was now or never.
âbut we shouldnât have to do it all alone, especially because that was not what we agreed on.â
âhey, Ron, itâs not your fault they didnât show up,â you stared deep into his eyes, trying to sound as sincere as you could.
if anything, it was your fault. you were the one with a crush.
âwell, it actually kind is?â it sounded like a question, but that wasnât the boyâs intentions. he breathed in and out before continuing. âHarry sat it up. I didnât ask for it, but he probably thought he was doing me a favour.â
you stared around, taking in the place where you sit. not many old people were around anymore since it was a bit late already.
âa favour? you needed to be in touch with the elderly or something...?â
Ron giggled at your innocence, inclining his head away just a little before completely leaning in.
âI needed some time alone with you,â he explained in a seductive tone.
âoh,â was all your shocked face let out, completely intertwined in Ronâs gaze.
this new information was definitely a three-day-earlier Christmas gift. you never thought Santa Claus was actually gone give it to you, but here you both were, only centimetres away from each other's mouths.
âHarry mustâve asked everyone to not show up,â Ron continued, unsure if your response was positive or not.
âI thought it was my sister the one with the plan,â you said.
âHermione?â he seemed surprised, âcanât see her helping me get with her little sis.â
you giggled at his mockery.
âshe wouldnât be doing it for you,â you elaborated.
âoh,â he gasped, his mouth forming a pout.
you smiled, âyeah,â and you turned your gaze away from his.
there was an awkward single minute of silence before Ron leaned in again, this time seemingly more confident.
âyou know, this only leaves us with two choices,â he said.
âwhich are?â you opted to not look at him yet. something inside you told you that he wouldnât be able to finish his sentence if you stared at his eyes.
âprove them wrong,â he said this part with somewhat of disgust, âor prove them right.â
you smiled, finally turning to face him.
âas much as Iâd hate to prove Hermione wrong,â you leaned on your knees instead of simply sitting with your legs closed, âthis will only be our fault really.â
âyeah? why?â
you placed your hands over his shoulder, suddenly brave enough to do what you always dreamed. but, before, you had to gaze away from him and stare at something above the two of you.
âis it really because of them we kissed if sitting under a mistletoe was our fault?â you teased, smirking pleasurably.
he smirked two, finally moving to place his hands on your waist, and lifting your weight from your knees to his chest.
âour fault entirely,â he played, teasing you before the kiss, âI like the sound of that.â
âme too,â you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
âso...â
âkiss me already, Weasley,â you demanded, and it was all that echoed in the room as the last old lady left to bed, smiling at the young couple.
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synopsis: Fred finds himself taking a different approach to get your attention. Little does he know he already has it.Â
pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
warnings: none!
a/n: This idea is straight from the discord chat earlier with my babes! This concept is honestly so amazing and completely inspired by @levylovegoodâ and also this picture so hopefully I did it justice đđ
The Gryffindor table was uncharacteristically silent as Fred Weasley approached late for breakfast. That was typical though. More often than not he was rushing in right before classes started and just as quickly rushing back out.
What was unusual though, and the source of everybodyâs shock, was the pair of glasses framing his face. Glasses he didnât need. Glasses nobody was sure even belonged to him.
âWhat?â Fred barely acknowledged them as he started putting food on his plate. âWhatâs with the staring?â
âWhatâs with -â Ginny let out a heavy sigh as she shared a glance with her siblings, every one of which was just as confused as she was. âWhat are you wearing those for?â
âWearing what for?â
âThose obviously!â George reached across the table and flicked the frame of the glasses, skewing them sideways on Fredâs face. He ducked out of the way before he could retaliate. âDidnât even know you owned any glasses.â
Summary: Fred doesnât seem to catching all your hints that you like him⌠maybe you need to be a lil more obvious. Or maybe he has noticed and likes you too. [Based on âPush The Buttonâ by The Sugababes!]
Disclaimer: Gif isnât mine, credit to whoever made it
A/n: dedicated to my bby zahra @starlightweasley - hope you enjoy lovely!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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âDonât you look handsome,â you spoke, arriving by Fredâs side as he looked out on the Yule Ball. He turned at the sound of your voice, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he looked you up and down, âDonât you look gorgeous.â
You looked down to hide your flustered expression, smoothing out your dress - red, a colour you knew for a fact he liked on you.
As you glanced back up at him, his gaze was already on you, his bottom lip between his teeth. You reached up to straighten his tie, your face close to his as you kept your eyes on him, a small but confident smile on your lips. You then ran your hands down his chest, feeling the way he tensed under your touch. His hands dropped to your hips, squeezing gently, âEnjoying the ball?â
Character/s: George Weasley x Fem!Reader, George Weasley x Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, Molly Weasley
Summary: Y/n is meant to give a speech at Angelina and Georgeâs wedding, where she secretly confesses her love for the married man
Warnings: Angst, pining, unrequited (?) love, etc.
Word Count: 1,509
Note: This is a No Voldy AU bc I said so! Enjoy! I was also considering making a part 2 but Iâm not sure, so leave some feedback if you guys want one!
When you woke up this morning, you knew what kind of a day you were in for. It was Georgeâs wedding day. George and Angelinaâs wedding day. As much as you hated it, you were in love with your best friend, and he was in love with someone else.Â
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summary:Â how do you feel about writing a request for professor!fred and professor!reader bantering like cRaZy at hogwarts a few years after graduation and things just ~happen~ between them both? like maybe they try to one up each other all the time or they just dislike one another OR theyâre secretly dating but try to hide it from the students but the students know anyway? i donât even care what it is, i just desperately need professor fred k love u BYE
warnings: flirty and steamy, mentions of foodÂ
word count: 3.7k
a/n: OK so this idea was stemmed from a very long chat between me, @ickle-ronniekins and @wand3ringr0s3 and it has finally been brought to life! this was so much fun to write and i really hope you all enjoy :) [i do not give consent for my work to be reposted on any platform.]
The familiar echo of the Hogwarts bell never failed to make you jump out of your skin. Especially when you were currently eyeing a class full of students in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drop of a quill. Their practice exam required lack of noise to the point where you swore you could hear the movements of your ribs as you inhaled and exhaled.Â
A/N: Hi. I hope this is good because i had the idea and just had to write it. Like iâve mentioned before, Iâve written smut and steamy scenes before, but nothing that Iâve ever really posted and I truly have no idea what iâm doing so I just feel like itâs really bad. Like Iâve debated with myself for a week if wanted to post this or not and finally decided to just go for it and see what happens with it. So, yeah, I hope you like it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated (even if you want to send me your comments through an anon ask). Just let me know whatâs good or what could be better, yeah? & also, just want to through it out there again that I am taking requests (check out my holiday prompt list) as well as doing a sleepover event for the next week or so in celebration of 300 followers <3 Take advantage of it! Xx
^let me know if youâd like to be added/removed! (& pls let me know if youâre 18+/comfortable with being tagged in smut) Xx
It had been a rough summer to say the leastâŚat least in Fredâs opinion. He absolutely loved having you stay at the burrow, having been best friends with you since first year, but it truly was quite torturous at times.
He had long ago realized he had feelings for you, but pushed them away in fear of risking your friendship. He couldnât bear the thought of losing you as a friend, but godrick was it hard to keep pretending he wasnât totally attracted and in love with you.
Watching you go around all summer in your tight, high-waisted shorts with your shirts tied into a knot to show your stomach was difficult to say the least. Even worse than that, seeing you in a bikini the handful of times you all went swimming.
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âEveryone is a recording to everyone else, a memory, a past transcript embedded in air or water or sound or light. No matter how close they are, they are not here. What they said, when they said it, it is not now.â
- Charles Yu, Third Class Superhero
T/W - none its literal pure fluff unless youâre scared of clowns then pennywiseÂ
A/N // 1.2k // massive thank you to @n3ssm0nique for tis request, it was so cute to write ahhhh // âreader is spending summer at the burrow with the weasleys and one of them have the great idea of watching a very scary movie at night and reader gets super scared and basically cuddles into Fred and he promises to keep her safe.. and later that night reader comes into his room cause she canât sleep? â
âCome on, Y/N it wont even be that scary!â Fred teases, pulling you down to sit next to him. Ginny had the fantastic idea of having a scary movie night, which to everyone but you seemed like a bit of fun. You were absolutely terrified of clowns so the thought of watching âItâ made you want to curl up under the covers out of fear.
Arthur had set up a small TV after Hermione had suggested it would make for a great bit of summer entertainment, especially knowing how unpredictable British summer was. Harry had helped the pair in setting it up, with Arthur marvelling at the muggle invention of moving pictures.Â
george weasley x reader // song fic: olivia - one direction
Y/N is given Georgeâs diary by Fred and all their friends are convincing her to read it out loud hoping theyâll hear about his feelings towards her but they find something a little different.
i love this song so just thought iâd write a little something slightly based on it, also who doesnât love abit of one direction x
âCome on Y/N, just read a few pagesâ Fred pleaded.
âNo Iâm not invading his privacy like that! Thereâs better ways to find out how he feelsâ Y/N laughed.
âBut think about it this way, heâs probably write all these cute things about you and youâll never get to read them if you donât take the chance right nowâ Angelina said from across the room, catching the attention of the golden trio and your roommates.
Y/N looked down at the book in her hands. Biting her lip, she sighed and looked at her excited friends.
âOkay Iâll do itâ she said sheepishly, her words being drowned by her friends squeals.
Y/N opened the diary and took a deep breath, was she really about to violate his privacy like this? Yes. She just wanted to know if he felt the same.
âI canât believe Iâm doing thisâ she muttered as she flicked through the pages to find what they were looking for. Her finger caught the page that was filled with heart doodles and she knew that this was it. She looked up and grinned at everyone, letting them know sheâd found it.
âdonât you see the things you mean to me?â Y/N fake clutched her heart and pretended to swoon. âOh I love you I love you i love...â she stopped abruptly, a look of confusion and hurt washing over her face. Her friends shot questioning looks at eachother before Y/N started to speak again.
âI love Oliviaâ she could barely get the words out, pain present in her voice.
âThat canât be right let me seeâ Fred grabbed the book from her with a shock filled look on his face. The lines on his forehead creasing as he read the pages in front of him.
âI live for you i long for youâ he sounded confused as he spoke.
âOliviaâ Y/N interrupted.
Fred shot her an apologetic look but carried on reading to everyone.
âIâve been idolising the light in your eyesâ
âOliviaâ Y/N muttered, she almost looked asif she was in a trance.
Angelina got up and hugged her obviously hurting friend, then took the book from Fred to see for herself.
âI live for you i long for you olivia, donât let me goâ she muttered, eyebrows furrowing as she struggled to understand.
âMaybe itâs an old book? Thereâs no way he likes someone else, it makes no senseâ Angelina said.
âYeah remmeber i found you lying in bed with his T-shirt on the other dayâ Ron spoke up. Y/N shot him a sad look.
âI spilt my drink and I couldnât be bothered to go get a new one so he just let me wear hisâ
âBut remember he asked you to the yule ballâ Fred commented.
âAs friends, Fred he asked me as friendsâ Y/N uttered, stopping as she heard someone enter the common room.
Everyone frantically tried to make themselves busy as they saw George walking in. Angelina closed the book shut, making sure George never saw it open. She slowly passed it back to Y/N as George walked over.
âHey Y/Nâ George smiled as he sat down beside her, flinging his arm over her shoulders.
âHeyâ she mumbled.
Georgeâs eyebrows furrowed as he glanced down into Y/Nâs lap. His eyes widened when he realised what it was.
âIs that my diary?â He sounded angry but a little bit scared too.
âYeah Freddie found it before we were waiting for you to get back so we could give you itâ Y/N straightened her back as she cleared her throat and passed the book to the tall ginger beside her.
âDid you read it?â He asked frantically
âNo of course notâ Y/N looked down, not being able to look into his eyes.
George looked at her, eyes scanning for weird behaviour. Looking around the room he noticed how strange everyone was acting. He sighed as he realised what had happened before he walked in.
âWhat did you seeâ he asked.
âW-what nothing George I told you we didnât read itâ she stuttered.
âY/Nâ George deadpanned.
âOkay fine, we only read one page and it was about Oliviaâ she muttered, making a strange face at the name Olivia. âjust say what youâre feeling and say it nowâ
George sighed as he looked at the sad girl in front of him.
âY/N itâs not like that, you donât understandâ
âWhat donât I understand George? That you like someone else? Iâm not three fucking years old i just get the feeling youâre walking outâ she shouted, silencing the room from the whispers coming from her friends.
âY/Nâ George said calmly, he cupped her face with his hand. âItâs a spell, to make sure if it was seen by anyone but me it wouldnât show the right nameâ he took out his wand and muttered a spell while tapping the page.
The words started to change, gold light forming around the name now imprinting itself on the paper. Y/N.
Y/N stared at the page in front of her, tears forming in her eyes. Happy tears of course.
âOh Georgeâ she cried, smiling up at him.
George said nothing, he just placed a kiss on her lips as his hands snaked around her waist. Y/N pulled her hands up to Georgeâs red hair as he nibbled on her bottom lip. Remembering they were in a room full of their friends, they pulled apart. Giggling slightly they turned to the group of gaping teens in front of them.
âWell Iâm just happy you two finally figured it out, of course you wouldnât have been able to if I didnât steal Georgeâs diaryâ Fred gloated, making George throw a pillow at his head to shut him up.
âOWâ he shouted as everyone burst into laughter. Y/N and George sat down and cuddled on the couches, finally able to act the way theyâve always wanted to.
summary: the twins tell you they are leaving hogwarts and comfort you. fluff, a little angst.
a/n: iâm not gonna lie, i mostly just wrote this to fuel my fantasy of having a three way relationship with the twins. i would literally let them blow me up and thank them. please someone request more weasley twins so i have a reason to write with them.
warning: make out towards the end
you and your relationship with the twins wasnât exactly conventional. you werenât necessarily dating either of them but people always associated you with them. sure, you and george had kissed a few times and you and fred had also kissed quite a few times. but who cares for conventional?
currently, you, george, and fred were laying on a bunch of blankets in the astronomy tower. there was smoke everywhere as fred lit another blunt.
you smoked with the twins often. sometimes if was with one of them but more often then not it was all three of you. it somehow always ended up in a cuddle fest with you in the middle.
instead of passing you the blunt, fred grabbed a hold of your face and passed the smoke to you through his mouth. you inhaled, staring into each otherâs eyes. turning to george, doing the same for him.
you blamed your relationship just on how tactile they are. whenever people would ask you about your relationship status with them and how people would always comment about how physical you seemed to be you would simply shrug and mutter, âtheyâre very handsy. weâre just friends.â
of course, no one believed you and sometimes you had a hard time believing it yourself. you had woken up more times than once all sweaty and pent up after having a dream about one- or both of the twins.
you knew it was wrong. merlin, you had thought about it too many times. you shouldnât think of both of them that way. and it wasnât that you couldnât tell them apart or they were so similar- you were their best friend, of course you could tell them apart. and their personalities are drastically different. that was why the twins were pulled to you in the first place.
george had a hard time with always being overlooked or just âfredâs twinâ and when he realized how much you had paid attention to the differences between them he had grown even more fond of you.
because of george always surrounding himself with you, fred had grown close to you as well. at first, he liked you because he knew how keen his brother was with you and knew you made him feel special. but over time, he had realized why george was so smitten.
the twins and you never discussed your relationship. there was always very apparent sexual attention, and you all knew that you had hooked up with both of them more then once.
laying back down on the multiple blankets, you set your head on georgeâs chest. with fred behind you, playing with your hair while massaging your scalp.
george speaks quietly, ây/n/n, we have something to tell you.â looking up at him, you sit up to look down at both of the twins resting before you. you look between them and take note of their worried faces. âyouâre making me anxious, just spit it out.â
george and fred look make eye contact and look back at you. george visibly gulps but says nothing. you turn to fred, giving him a pointed look.
sighing, he nods, ây/n, weâre leaving hogwarts. weâve talked for years about opening a joke shop and it was only a matter of time. we havenât told anyone, we thought you should hear it first.â
tears begin to pool up in your eyes, but you do your best to blink them away. âso thatâs it? youâre just leaving me?â your voice sounding thicker than you wouldâve wanted. you werenât mad at them but it was hard to take this well after how close you had grown over the years. late night studies, pranks, pillow talks, smoke sessions, burrow visits.
a tear slips out and slowly falls down your cheek. both the twins sit up and grab each side of your face, whipping your tears and shushing you softly. george places kisses all over your damp cheeks and shoves his head into the crook of your neck. lacing your fingers through his hair and grabbing fredâs hand, you all sit there holding each other in silence.
finally breaking the comfortable silence, fred speaks softly, âwe donât want to leave you, y/n/n. thatâs why...â he huffs and george lifts his head from your shoulder. he looks at you with wide eyes and blurts out, âwe want you to come with us!â you let your mouth gape open and look between the two of them. they canât be serious? âyou- you what?â
fred scotches closer to you, âwhat my brother means to say,â giving george a pointed look as george blushes, âwe donât know what we would do without you. you could come with us. and we could all live together. and you could use your amazing people skills and woo all the customers, working at the shop. we love you, y/n. more than iâm probably allowed to say. please. please come with us. it would mean so much.â
throwing your arms around each of them, you smile, âoh, of course iâll come with you. i could never leave you two, i love you too much for that.â
suddenly, fred puts his lips on yours, grabbing both sides of your face. biting your lower lip, you open your mouth to his and continue to deepen the kiss. george crawls next to you and kisses down your throat, peppering kisses along your collarbone.
letting out a soft moan, you feel them smile against your skin. fred pulls back, and starts lathering kisses across the other side of your throat as his brother kisses the opposite. you sit there in an almost euphoric state and run your fingers through both of their hair.
they push you to where you are laying down with both of them atop of you, while fred kisses down the valley of your breasts. george stops kissing your neck for a moment, making eye contact. âwe love you, y/n. it means so much that youâve decided to come with us.â
in this very moment you couldnât give a shit about your relationship status or anyoneâs opinions, all you cared about was being in the arms of who you loved most.
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The Yule Ball was getting closer. After months of exitment, planning, giggling behind hands and whispering into peoples ears, the night was only a month away. The atmosphere of the school was strange, you went from fearing for your championâs life, to happily gushing over outfits, dates and dancing, no one was complaining though, youâd much rather happily imagine then fear for friendâs lives. You were excited for the ball, there was no doubt about that. You spent days and nights daydreaming about the upcoming dance. Picturing the ball in your head was one of your favourite things to do to pass time, thoughts of Christmas themed decorations, gorgeous dresses and beautifully tailored suits, bright lights to match the spirit of joy noticeably in the airâŚ
ây/n? Earth to y/n,â a small voice calls.
ây/n, you need to get you head out of the clouds.â a cold digit prods your face and you jump back.
âChrist, what the heck Mione!â You whisper-shout over to the girl next to you. Hermione simply laughs at your shock. âYour hands are so cold.â You shiver, pouting slightly.
âOh donât be so whiny. Pay attention, this is important.â She points to the front of the class where professor Binns is droning on and on about the giant wars. You groan quietly and prop your hand on your face again. âYou know sometimes I hate how smart you have to be.â You mutter, scratching your quill against a blank scrap of parchment. Hermione rolls her eyes and continues her notes. âHas anyone asked you yet? To the dance I mean?â You lean onto your best friendâs shoulder. Hermione flushes an adorable pink, âas a matter of fact, yes,â you grin. âRon finally plucked up the courage eh?â Hermione looks at you confused. âWho said anything about Ronald?â You immediately lift you head from her shoulder and clear you throat refocusing on the ghost profeser. âAnyways. What was the name of that one giant again, the leader?â Hermione rolls her eyes again. âYou need to be more specific y/n.â She continues to rattle on a list, giving you dates, and clan names in typical Hermione fashion. It seemed your distraction worked.
The dance was a couple days away now, and because you lost track of time you had yet to find a gown. You were thinking you would have to pay a visit to Hogsmede sometime. As you open a package your mum sent you, your thoughts run short. A long red ball gown with tulle covering a beautiful satin sits before you, off the shoulder with a corrsette like top, you werenât one to want to catch attention, but this dress was absolutely perfect. It took a second to snap out of your trancelike state, but you immediately picked up the dress to admire it. A hand written note flutters from the dress to the floor, you pick it up.
âDear y/n, because I know you forgot. Itâs in your size and everything, have fun my darling, write soon. - Love mumâ
She knew you too well, you smile. Taking a minute you write a âthank youâ note to your mom and send it off with your owl. âBe careful out there.â You stroke her head before releasing the brilliant white owl and watching her fly into the distance.
Giddily, you run to the bathroom and step into the gorgeous dress. zipping it up was a struggle by yourself, but once it was on you couldâve fainted from happiness. You felt like a queen. Powerful and vibrant. You spent some time in the mirror simply twirling around, admiring the way the gown seemed to bring out the best in you and the way the fabric seemed to sparkle. you step out of it, cautious not to break anything and carefully fold it back into the box, happily carrying it to your trunk.
âWhat do you mean you donât have a date yet?!â Hermione questions during lunch later that day.
âMione, itâs nothing, I donât need a date!â You reassure the fretting brunette. Hermione doesnât seem satisfied with you answer. âThis is ridiculous. This is impossible. Pansy Parkinsonâs managed to scrape a date, how could no one have asked you?!â
âWell.â You rub the back of your neck nervously. âSomeone did ask you? Why didnât you accept? I know youâve wanted to have a perfect dance at the ball for months!â Hermione inquires. âWell, thatâs the thing.â You begin, taking a quick sip of tea. âI want it to be perfect, I canât expect that from a joke like Cormac Mclaggen, now can I?â You explain, a deadpan look on your face. Hermione cringes and nods understandingly. âDonât worry Mione, Iâll still get to dance. Maybe Iâll ask a friend.â You grin at the gryffindor in a reassuring manor. Hermione manages a weak smile, but she still didnât like the fact that her best friend was going without a date to the dance sheâd been dreaming about since it was announced.
Placing a gold necklace on your neck and slipping on your heels you sigh to yourself, âeverythingâs gonna go great.â You tell yourself, practically manifesting a good night. Checking yourself in the mirror, you give yourself a smile and a thumbs up. It was the night, The Yule Ball had finally arrived, and while you were excited, the fact you were stepping in alone made you nervous. Taking another deep breath you smoothen your hair out a bit and nod reassuringly to yourself.
You make your way down to the Great Hall in a hurry, receiving many compliments on the way down. Despite feeling bashful at first, you feel your confidence grow and begin walk with a pep in your step. Hermione steps out of the crowd and spots you. âBlimey, y/n! Look at you!â She squeals, pulling you into a tight hug. You blush and squeeze her back. âThank you Mione! Oh and look at you!â You step back to admire her dress. âYou look absolutely stunning.â You smile as Viktor walks over and sticks his arm out for Hermione to take. âIâll see you inside.â You whisper over to her, pushing her towards her date. She grins, taking Viktorâs arm and walks over to the other champions.
The doors finally open and everyone heads inside, loud gasps are audible as excited students make their way in. The decorations were everything you couldâve ever dreamed for. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland. The walls looked like they were covered in glistening ice. Long, shining icicles hung from the ceiling and three gorgeous evergreen trees were placed at the front of the room, elegantly decorated and covered in snow. Your mouth opens in a delighted smile.
The music begins and the champions begin their walk forward. You push your way to the front and clap excitedly as you spot Hermione, arm in arm with the Bulgarian Seeker. She waves back at you, an excited smile gracing her face as she begins to dance along with the other champions. It was strange, you saw these people fight for their lives, and here they were dancing. It was beautiful really, kind of funny when Harry would accidentally mess up.
Soon enough everyone is walking to their dates to begin dancing. Your shoulders sink a little as people begin to unite with their partners and smile moving across the dance floor. You look in the crowd for Hermione, hoping sheâd help you find someone. You finally spot her a little while away and begin to walk towards her, slipping in between laughing couples, trying your best not to step on anyoneâs toes. You raise your eyes above the crowd again, frantically in search of your best friendâs, but instead lock with a pair of beautiful brown orbs.
And suddenly youâre helpless.
Eyes full of determination, happiness. Eyes so mischievous, but serious at the same time. Staring into your soul, raising heat to your cheeks. He looks away, but your eyes are still focused on him.
âY/n, there you are!â You turn and see Hermione dragging Viktor over to you. âWho is that?â You grab her arm, looking back over at the man who had captured your attention. Hermioneâs head swivels over, eyes moving back and forth. âFred? Are you talking about Fred?â She asks looking back to you her eyebrows drawn together. âIf you mean the handsome red-head with the cute brown eyes.â You smile giddily. Her face lights up. âYouâre in luck, heâs here by himself too!â You look at her confused. âHow do you-â
She laughs at your confused expression. âYou really donât know? Thatâs Ronâs older brother.â Your mouth goes agape at her statement, how did you not know him? She holds a finger to you, and makes her way across the room to Fred.
You start to panic, what was she up too? Hermione grabs Fredâs arm and begins to pull his arm. You come face to face with those pools of gorgeous brown again, but you donât think heâs noticed you yet. Hermione starts to get closer, a laugh coming from her lips.
âWhere are you taking me Granger?â Fred smirks, rolling his eyes at the persistent girl.
âHurry up! Iâm about to change your life!â Hermione grins ear to ear.
âThen by all means, lead the way.â Fred shrugs, giving in to Hermioneâs insistent pulling.
Hermione finally stops in front of you and looks at Fred expectantly.
The Weasleyâs eyes widen and his jaw drops, he has to blink the shock out of his eyes as he takes in the beautiful girl in front of him. She was absolutely stunning, especially in his house colours.
ây/n l/n, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â You greet sticking your hand out to him. âMy bestfriend.â Hermione smiles, bumping shoulders with Fred. You roll your eyes at her antics and look to Fred again. âLovely evening isnât it.â You try and coax him from his dazed expression. Fred shakes his head slightly and finally breaks into a smile and takes your hand. âIf it takes a cheesy, Christmas dance for us to meet, it will have been worth it.â The gryffindor presses a kiss to the back of your hand. You blush bashfully at the gesture, looking over to your best friend. Hermione smiles. âIâll leave you to it.â She waves, making her way back to Viktor and resuming their conversation.
âMay I have this dance y/n.â Fred rises, offering you his hand and dropping into a low bow. You roll your eyes, but grin, taking it into yours and placing your other on his shoulder. âOf course.â
Fred beams, putting his other hand on your waist. He begins to lead you in a waltz with the other couples. Your smile widens as he twirls you and catches you in his arms again, pulling you closer to his chest. âYouâre quite the dancer Fred.â you giggle. âWhy thank you darling.â He smirks, leaning you back into a dip. âSo tell me a bit more about yourself y/n.â He asks, taking your hand into his again and gliding you across the dance floor. You think for a moment before answering. âWell, Iâm in y/h, in my fourth year, my favourite subject is defense against the dark arts and I love quidditch. What about you?â You inquire, pushing back some of the boyâs messy, long hair that had made itâs way onto his eyes. A pink hue appears on his freckled cheeks as his smile pushes his dimples in the most adorable way. âWell as you may have guessed, Iâm a gryffindor, in my sixth year, donât really fancy any class and I too love quidditch, you may have seen my lovely self on the pitch.â He teases.
It all made sense now, he was one of the Weasley twins, Ronâs older brothers, you had yet to meet, you felt stupid not recognizing him sooner, but youâd only seen him on the pitch while he was flying around like a blur on his broom, so it did kind of make sense.
You nod your head. âI think so, youâre quite the beater from what Iâve seen.â You laugh as Fred twirls you once again. As you land in his chest though, he stops dancing, instead just looking deep into your eyes.
âHope this isnât too much y/n, but I have to say you look gorgeous tonight.â Fred guides you out of the crowd, walking you to a secluded, more quiet area. A dopey grin breaks out on your lips and you take his hands into yours. âThank you Fred, you look rather dashing yourself.â You poke at his chest. A cheerful smile makes itâs way onto Fredâs face. âHey Iâm gonna go grab a drink, do you want anything?â Fred questions, jabbing a thumb over to the refreshment table. âA pumpkin juice would be great.â You answer, realizing you too were parched.
âAlright, sit tight love, Iâll be back in a moment.â Fred slowly starts to walk away, waiting till the last possible second to let go of your hand and turn around.
You sigh and sit down in the chair behind you, smoothing out your dress and fixing up your hair a bit. You couldnât believe how well the night was turning out. Not only did you find someone to dance with, but he was absolutely amazing. And Godric those mesmerizing eyes that put you in a trance and made you feel absolutely helpless.
âhey y/n!â a cocky voices shouts to you. You sigh annoyed, turning your head around you come face to face with Cormac Mclaggen, the guy you rejected. Oh this was going to be great. âOh, hi Cormac.â you greet back awkwardly. âI noticed you were all by yourself over here, looking all pathetic, so I thought Iâd take pity on you and come offer you a dance.â The blonde quips, puffing out his chest in an arrogant demeanor. You roll your eyes at his behavior and notice Fred on his way back to you, holding on to your beverages. You stand to greet him, but Cormac takes that as a âyesâ to dance with him. âThatâs what I thought.â He smirks as he places one hand on your hip and one on your bum. You freeze and swivel your head to look menacingly at him.
âCormac. Get. Offâ you emphasize each word, trying to push him off of you, but his grip is tight. âWhat? You know you want it baby.â He whispers into your ear, pushing his fingers deeper into your hips, you can feel his nails digging into you too, his gross breath getting closer to your neck.
Youâre about to knee him in the place where the sun doesnât shine, when a hand firmly grips onto Cormacâs shoulder and rips him off of you. âIâd listen to the lady if I were you Mclaggen.â Fredâs familiar voice warns the arrogant gryffindor. âOh, and what are you going to do Weasley?â Cormac scoffs turning to face the significantly taller boy. Fred rolls his eyes, ânot me buddy, her.â He points to you. Cormac turns, confused but itâs too late. youâve already pulled out your wand and pointed it to the cocky gryffindorâs chest. âPetrificus Totalus!â You mutter under your breath as the gryffindor begins to seize up and fall onto the floor in a heavy âthumpâ. Inaudible to everyone else due to the loud music.
âHave a nice rest of your evening Mclaggen.â Fred waves sarcastically and pulls you away from the asshole, leading you out of the Great Hall, drinks still in hand. âAre you alright darling?â He turns back to you, placing the drinks down on the floor and holding your cheek in his hand, looking for any signs of injury.
âHe dug his fingers into my hips, thereâll probably be a bruise there tomorrow.â You wince as you run a hand over your left hip, feeling the forming bruise. âNot if i can help it,â Fred pulls out his own wand and hovers it over your side. âEpisky.â He murmurs, hoping this will help soothe your pain. Your hip feels hot, and then very cold, and when you prodded at it again the pain was gone. You keep poking at it to make sure youâre correct, and the pain is really gone! Youâre eyes light up and you wrap Fred in a hug. âThank you Freddie!â You laugh gratefully, knowing Cormac will have left no mark behind. âOf course.â He grins wrapping his arms around your torso.
 âYou know, I like it when you say my name like that.â He smirks, pulling back with a teasing look in his eye. âOh? Then Iâll make sure to say it more often, Freddie.â You giggle, intertwining your hand in his.
âThat was badass what you did back there darling, shouldâve seen the look on his face when he saw your wand.â Fred smirks, thinking back to the hilarious expression Cormac made as he fell to the ground. You smile proudly. âHe got what he deserved, probably harassed dozens of girls tonight.â You roll your eyes at the thought, Mclaggen just couldnât take a ânoâ. Fred has a proud look on his face. âI bet youâre quite the dueler.â You smirk. âOne of the best.â Fred laughs and glances back at the open doors of the Great Hall.
âYou still want to go back in?â Fred squeezes your hand. Pondering it for a moment, a thought pops into your head. âYou know what, I have a better Idea.â You grin, pulling Fred into a run as you begin to lead him around the castle, your drinks long forgotten. You run with him into the clocktower courtyard and turn to face him again, your gown giving a satisfying âswishâ as you turn around. You look down and straighten out your dress again, twirling yourself to get a nice breeze on your legs.
Fred watches in adoration as you twirl around in the night, the snow glistening around you like something out of a magazine. You reminded him of muggle fairy tale, something about a fairy princess, but not even she could compare to your mesmerizing beauty. He walks over to you and takes your hands in his again. He waits until he can hear the faint music from the Great Hall before he begins to dance with you again, twirling you around, gliding across the snowy ground and holding you tight against his chest, enjoying the feeling of your warm hands against him. As the song ends he leans you into a low dip again, but instead of pulling up, he stays there and gazes at you with a soft expression written on his features. âWhat?â you ask with a small giggle, your hands resting on Fredâs shoulders.
He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully.Â
âY/n I donât have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I haveâs my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of Hogwarts credits and my top notch brain.â He teases. âThis might be weird since I just met you today, and I may not be able to give you the greatest life, but as long as Iâm alive y/n, I swear to God youâll never feel alone. Would you let me take you out on a proper date, and one day make you mine?â He asks hopefully, finally pulling you up from the dip and pressing his forehead against yours. You feel yourself weakening at his poetic confession, his words awakening something inside you and bringing a feeling of pure joy.
âFred, Iâve never felt so helpless, just looking into your eyes and the skyâs the limit, Iâm helpless. Yes, of course, Iâd love to go on a date Freddie!â You squeal happily as a dark blush coats your cheeks, looking into his honey-like orbs.
Fred grins happily, pressing a kiss to your forehead and hugging you close again, holding onto you like a lifeline. âFreddie. You missed.â You laugh, reluctantly pulling back and tapping your lips. Fred smirks. âWhatever my lady wishesâ He teases, but his happiness is evident as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and slowly brings his face closer to yours. When your lips finally meet, they mold together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. His lips are warm and soft, a taste of fire whisky lingering from a drink he mustâve had. The two of you pull apart and look lovingly into each others eyes. The kiss was chaste, but still had you weak in the knees, you probably wouldâve fell if it wasnât for Fredâs arms.
This night was more magical than you couldâve ever dreamed of. You got your dance, a wonderful date, and a marvelous time. You couldnât believe you how lucky you were to have met Freddie tonight.
Getting lost in his gorgeous brown eyes once again you shiver, finally realizing you were still in the winter snow. âHope this isnât too cheesy love.â He teases as he slips off his jacket and places it over your shoulders. âItâs perfect Freddie, thank you.â You say as you lean into his shoulder and begin to rock back and forth with him again. He places his hands on your hips again in a gentle, loving manner and you smile up at him again. As he smirks down at you, eyes full of adoration and happiness, you knew, he was the only one who could make you feel this helpless.
The wonderful @whack-edâ and I came up with the idea of ââmaking this Christmas a bit more special.
Following the idea of ââA Verry Harry Potter [something], we decided to make A Very Harry Potter Christmas!
To enter and participate this special, send an ask to me (@jamilelucato) or @whack-edâ with the day/prompt you want to write about, and thatâs it, simple and easy.
No incest nor paedophilia (any fic with these wonât get shared here);
No hate speech, towards any religion, race, sexuality or gender identity;
One person per prompt, only one;
Only characters from the Harry Potter universe;
Post your fanfic on the right day;
Tag me @jamilelucatoâ and @whack-edâ in your post;
Use #averryharrypotterchristmas;
Reblog this post.
Smuts are welcome, as long as indicated that they are +18;
We take any type of reader, any gender and sexuality (or even house);
If you have any question, please send it to us!
day 1 - Snowball fights - @blushylupin
day 2 - Warming up with a hot chocolate -Â @heloisedaphnebrightmoreâ
day 3 - Hosting a family gathering - @slytherinfangirl2
day 4 - Building a snowman - @accioxreparoâ
day 5 - Digging out Christmas ornaments  - @iliveiloveiwrite
day 6 - Baking cookies- @inglourious-imagines
day 7 - Making a popcorn garland
day 8 - Christmasâ shopping
day 9 - Snowed in during a storm - @soundsquid27
day 10 - Telling stories around the fire - @snitches-at-dawn
day 11 - Secret Santa - @swellwriting
day 12 - Writing Christmas cards - @wicked-hg
day 13 - Dancing to Christmas carols- @forsyth-w
day 14 - Kissing under the mistletoe - @fallingforyou123
day 15 - Wrapping presents - @thisismynerdyself
day 16 - Decorating Christmas tree - @minty-malfoy
day 17 - Hanging Christmas lights- @cedwardcullen
day 18 - Dressing up with Christmas costumes - @ilove-cedricdiggory
day 19 - Warming up with blankets - @fortisfiliae
day 20 - Christmasâ wedding - @whiz-bangs78â
day 21 - Gift-exchanging - @alyssamalfoyâ
day 22 - Christmasâ muggle movies - @gryffindoreâ
day 23 - Weasleyâs sweater - @unmanaged-mischief02
day 24 - Christmasâ party - @spideywicanda
day 25 - Christmas with family
day 26 - Having a hot butterbeer - @floatlosers
day 27 - Charity work - @marvelsmalfoy
day 28 - New year plans
day 29 - Old photographs - @remmyswritings
day 30 - New Yearâs kiss - @15-dogs
day 31 - New Yearâs Eve - @marvelsmalfoy
Hope to see you all submitting!
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