#averyharrypottersummer

To any other person, this perhaps would seem too cliche however the smile you beamed made it all worthwhile. You placed the flowers in a vase and onto the kitchen counter to bask in the summer sun. “You’re too sweet to me,”

“I’m never too sweet for you,” Cedric replied, “Now, what did you need, Darling?” he asked, putting his hands on your waist. 

You turned and sent him a smile while holding out a spoon with liquid in it. Cedric’s eyes flickered to the pitcher in front of you that you had been stirring.

“Open your mouth,” you said, holding the spoon to his lips.

“Should I be worried?” Cedric joked,

“Absolutely not,” you spooned the liquid into Cedric’s mouth. 

Cedric paused before his lips began to pucker and he shook his head trying to rid himself of the taste.“What is that? It’s quite sour, don’t you think?”

“Is it?” you asked, frowning and stirring the pitcher with a long spoon, “It’s lemonade, I used the lemons from the garden.”

“Lemonade? I’ve never heard of it, what is it?” Cedric leaned with his forearms on the counter.

“My mother used to make it for me in the summertime, it’s water,” you ticked off with your fingers, “lemons and... sugar! Oh! The sugar!” you face palmed before spooning a heaping of sugar in it and stirring vigorously. “I’m a right fool! How could I forget sugar?” you muttered. 

Cedric watched and admired his lovely girlfriend. He had seen you before in regular clothes however seeing you in your yellow sundress, hair pinned up and legs showing made him feel quite woozy. You were delectable and he’d drink the sour concoction you made just to make you smile.

“A fool? Maybe not. Perhaps a little forgetful is all,” Cedric grinned before you waved your hand.

“You’re only saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yes, well, I wouldn’t lie to my girlfriend, would I?”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “I’d better hope not, Mr. Diggory.” 

You dipped your spoon once more in the lemonade. “This should taste better. Open up then.” 

Cedric complied and allowed you to feed him the muggle drink. As he closed his eyes, you looked at him worriedly. 

“Was it not enough sugar? Blimey, I never thought I’d be so rubbish at a simple muggle drink,”

Cedric shooshed you and placed his hands on your hips once more, “Don’t throw a fit. It’s delicious. I actually quite love it.”

You clapped your hands excitedly, “Lovely! I’m so glad. Cedric, be a dear and continue to stir so I can grab the glasses from the cabinet.”

“Of course,” Cedric resumed your position and stirred, looking over his shoulder at your figure reaching up to grab the glasses in the cupboard. Cedric turned back and quickly spooned an excess amount of sugar into the drink. Though it was better the second time around, Cedric had to stop himself from puckering his lips and even swallowed a lemon seed as he didn’t want to upset you. The things you do for love, right? 

As you brought forth the glasses and Cedric had successfully succeeded in his diversion, you pecked him on the cheek.

“Your father will be home around four, shall we enjoy this in the garden?”

Cedric followed your footsteps into the garden and sat with you at the wooden table. As you poured the lemonade, Cedric peered at you again with concentration. You were so unbelievably beautiful, doing the simplest things truly brought a man, like himself, to gaze in complete awe. The two of you sipped happily, holding hands and enjoying the sun. You felt the grass tickle your bare toes and the warm breeze brush against your shoulders. 

“I wish every summer was like this,” you hummed, smelling the sweet scent of the air. 

“It could be,”

“Oh?” 

“We finish school soon, we could get a cottage.”

“A cottage? With what money?”

“Well,” Cedric put his head on his hand, “By the time we finish, I’ll be in the ministry and you’ll be a teacher. Why wouldn’t we buy a cottage?”

“If it’s one like this, I’ll gladly agree.”

“It could be,” Cedric said cooly.

“But it must have a garden.”

“Oh, of course! And a kitchen facing it,”

“If we’re making promises, we may as well get a cat.”

“A cat?” Cedric wrinkled his nose, “Perhaps a small dog.”

“A dog, any creature of any sort I’d say. A dragon even.”

Cedric raised his eyebrows, “‘m not the biggest fan of dragons,”

“Oh, but I am. Imagine that, a small cottage with the two of us and a big dragon.”

Cedric let out a low chuckle before leaning close to you. You blushed at the close proximity. Even after two years, you still flushed at the idea of Cedric kissing you. He didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed seeing your cheeks tint. 

“As long as you’re there? I’ll be alright.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Diggory, we still have to finish schooling.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll be with you at Hogwarts as well.”

“Of course you will,” He moved in, placing a hand on your knee, just where your dress ended. The touch of bare skin to his hand made you blush furiously, placing a shy smile on your face. Cedric placed a gently kiss on your lips and you could feel a smile imprinting on his cheeks. A kiss with Cedric is always slow. He never wanted to rush, he wanted to feel as though he had all the time in the world to kiss his favorite person in the universe.

“Did you like the lemonade, Dear?” you whispered against his lips,

~

A week earlier.

It had been hot.  The sweltering kind of hot that makes the head heavy and the skin slick.  To Freddie, it was the perfect time for a prank to raise the spirits.  However, he’d made you the unwitting target of his prank; a mistake.

You were outside with Ginny playing quidditch on a break from firework formulating when Fred had spotted you outside the window.  Panting from the heat, you’d spiraled back toward the ground, fanning yourself in the hopes of finding a little relief from the hot, stagnant air.

Seeing you standing there unassuming with your back to the door lit an excitement in Fred’s belly.  It had been ages since he’d pranked you; tensions had been running high as of late with the multiple failed attempts he and George had experienced with their fireworks.  But a prank!  That would certainly brighten his day with a bit of fun!

Filling a glass with water and some ice, he snuck out the door, creeping behind the bushes, through the overgrowth in your direction.  Light on his feet and you too hot to be on guard, it was easy for him to sneak up behind you, an excited grin curling the corners of his lips.  Ginny was zipping laps around the garden, and your eyes lazily followed her.  You’d never suspect someone was creeping up behind you.

With only a bush between you, he crouched, waiting for Ginny to move a little farther, turn the other way.  One loop… two… and… gotcha!

Jumping from his hiding spot, he splashed the ice water down your neck, watching with an evil smile as the cubes slipped down the collar of your shirt and soaked the fabric across your back.

“Fred!” you gasped, glaring as you shook the ice out from under your clothes.  Although your glare was stern, it was mostly from annoyance.  You weren’t angry at him, and he knew that.  He knew that you wouldn’t truly be angry at him even before he’d left the kitchen.  You always forgave him for the silly pranks.

However, one thing he forgot is that when you feel bored, you don’t forgive.  Not really.  Instead you get revenge.

And as nice as it would’ve been for that revenge to just be the playful grin that erupted from your face as you chased him around the yard for an innocent – not at all wet – hug, that certainly wasn’t the level of revenge you were planning on getting.

~

While he watched you from inside the kitchen, skirting behind the window curtain, your mind lingered on the revenge and the aftermath of said revenge that occurred a few days later.  Great minds think alike, but can occasionally have terrible timing.

~

Half a week earlier.

You hadn’t been particularly cross with Freddie following the events that transpired.  However, you were keeping a careful eye out for a moment to enact revenge.  That moment presented itself a few days later.

Taking an afternoon nap hadn’t been part of your plan, but the melody trickling from Ginny’s radio lulled you to sleep with ease.  When you woke, the sun was low in the afternoon sky and the house was relatively empty.  Wandering down to the kitchen, you found the twins outside.

Though you couldn’t tell at the time, they were kneeling before a few fireworks containers, and what you’d missed was the bickering that had started between the brothers when the first two formula attempts were lit and, unfortunately, failed.  They’d intended to create small roaring lions that would captivate the audience, but instead the first firework resulted in a blob of sparks and the second attempt had misfired completely.  But you couldn’t possibly have guessed they were having such a terrible day when you noticed them hunched in the garden, two fiery mops of red hair glowing in the afternoon sun.  They looked warm, and you realized it was the perfect opportunity to help Freddie cool off in the same gracious manner he’d helped you.

Procuring a tall glass of ice water, you snuck out the back door and quietly maneuvered through the unruly shrubbery.  They were several meters away, and you crept through the garden out of earshot, approaching slowly and steadily.

“Bloody hell, George,” Fred mumbled, adjusting the last firework in front of him.  “I thought we’d nailed the schematics on the first one.”

George sighed.  “Let’s just try the last one.  If it doesn’t work better than the first one, we’ll start with those designs and try to fix it.”

He nodded, reaching out to adjust the small tube again.

From your angle, you couldn’t see their faces or what they were doing; however, based on the dreadful color of their shirts, you could figure out who was who.  Fred was kneeling in front of you, and you were ready to pounce.

Taking a steadying breath, you leapt out from behind the bush, dumping the water on Fred’s neck.  George yelped in surprise, scrambling away from you, though the splash zone was primarily concentrated on his counterpart already.

The water splattered up into Fred’s hair and the ice followed the remaining water’s path trickling over his shoulders, down the front of his shirt.  He was soaked, and you giggled as he shook his hair and attempted to brush the ice from his neck.  From where you were standing, George was grinning, too, remembering the prank his brother had mentioned earlier in the week.

But Fred wasn’t laughing.

“Dammit!”   He turned, fixing you with a glare.  Unlike your reaction to his prank, he looked like he meant it.  “That was our last prototype to test!” 

Your gaze fell to the object in his hand, a tube of most likely ruined potion ingredients completely soaked with water.  “Fred, I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to take the firework.  “We can fix it.  I promise I’ll help.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he bit, yanking the hand with the firework away from you.  “We’re out of potion ingredients and it took us weeks to make the ones we had.”

George took a step toward him.  “It’ll be fine, mate.  We know what we did wrong this time.”

“No we don’t,” he growled, sending you another glare.  “We have no idea if this solution works or not.”

“Fred, I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out again to try to take the tube.  Maybe there was a way you could fix it.

“Just leave me alone.”  He whirled away, walking around the side of the house, clenched fists and defeated shoulders keeping you from following.

You were mad at Fred for yelling at you, but also understood why he was so frustrated.  The firework building hadn’t been going very well - apparently things were much more difficult in miniature - and progress seemed to be lurking far beyond the horizon.  You hadn’t meant to ruin one of their chances for success (and Fred knew that!), but you couldn’t shake the guilt in your chest that you hadn’t been helping them much with construction.

Over the next several days, Fred stayed stiff with you, more due to his own pride and frustrations than anything else.  However, you tried to put that aside and help with the project at hand.  Excelling in potions, you helped them develop a much better concoction to put in the fireworks; something easier to charm and provide the rich hues of red and gold they were looking for.

Sliding the filled tube in front of him, you gently kissed his cheek.  “It’s all yours, Freddie.  I hope it works better this time.”  And without another word, you disappeared to Ginny’s room to get a good night’s sleep before the gargantuan task of cleaning out Molly’s back garden began the following morning.

~

From inside the house, he stood watching you, guilt eating away at his insides for getting cross with you in the first place.  He loved you.  The last thing he wanted was to hurt you; he hoped you knew that.

Sighing, he nibbled on the edge of his thumb, scratching his fingers along the faint stubble along his jaw.  No matter what, you were always tackling something, persevering even if it meant doing so by yourself.  You deserved better, and he had to find a way to make it up to you.  But first he needed to make amends.

You rubbed your hand over your forehead again, attempting to wipe away a bit of the sweat before it trickled into your eyes.  What a heatwave.  What a summer.  The dirt caked into your fingernails and the weeds stuck to your skin, but you were running out of time before Molly came home and you were determined to finish your task.  With the hot sun beating down on your shoulders, though, you were quickly growing too hot and tired to keep going.

There was a rustle behind you, footsteps, and you shifted to find the source of the sound.  You were met with a sheepish looking mop of red hair.  Fred.  Holding a cup.

He stopped beside you, nudging a pile of dirt with the toe of his shoe.  “I’m sorry.”  Your brow arched in surprise, and he chuckled at your face.  “I was a git.  A terrible one.  I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me the other day.  I was really disappointed about the fireworks, but that’s not an excuse.  I shouldn’t have yelled at you.  I’m sorry.”  Thrusting the cup forward jerkily, he glanced down at it.  “I bought a peace offering.  You looked hot.”

You smiled a welcoming smile, the one that reminded him that no matter what, you’d always care.  He let go of his breath, shoulders visibly relaxing knowing you weren’t upset with them.  Then your smile morphed into something more mischievous, eyes growing bright as you stood, and worry lurched into his throat.  “I looked hot, huh?”  You reached into the glass of ice and popped one into your mouth, grabbing another to rub along the bare expanse of your wrist.

He gulped, blushing as he watched you.  “Um, yeah.  It’s warm out.”

“Yeah, it is.”  You popped another cube in your mouth, grabbing two more to rub along your neck.  The cool water dribbled against your skin, dripping against the collar of your tank top and running down your chest, disappearing under your shirt.

Was it getting even hotter out here or was it just him?  His face felt as red as his hair.  Merlin, you looked incredible.  He still couldn’t believe he’d met you that day on the train to Hogwarts.

As the final bit of your ice cube melted over your neck, Fred reached into the glass and grabbed the last ice cube, popping it into his mouth.

“Hey!” you pouted, giving him a little push.  “That was meant to be mine!”

“You want it?” he asked, speech slurring around the cube.  He flashed the ice between his teeth, grinning.  “Come and get it.”

You barely hesitated to jump forward, pressing your lips against his own.  He stumbled, surprised and caught off balance by the sheer force of your kisses.  His hands grasped around your sides, pulling you closer and steadying himself.

He nearly choked on the ice, more focused on you – your hands, your lips, your body, kissing you back – than anything else, but at the rate you were kissing him, it didn’t take very long for the ice to melt.

“Oh come on Blaise, this is going to be fun!” skipping excitedly, you drag a sulking Blaise with you. 

“You know I love you darling, but do we really need to do this?” he complains again ”can't we just stay at one of my families mansions?”

“Blaise Zabini” you glare at him sternly “listen to me young man, I could've easily asked someone else to join me on this trip, someone who wouldn't be complaining all the time. If I remember correctly, you willingly offered to join me, so stop complaining. You want to waltz around one of your mansions? Fine, but I'm going on this trip whether you are joining me or not.”

Before you left your shared flat, you had asked your boyfriend a dozen of times if he was certain on wanting to join you. Of course, you knew camping was something Blaise had never done and you didn't think he ever wanted to change that. After all he was raised in a wealthy pure blood family, one who never did something so common. Blaise was used to wealth and luxury.              To say the least you were utterly surprised when your dark skinned boyfriend offered joining you on the trip you usually went on with your parents. 

Sadly enough they passed away during the Battle of Hogwarts, it took you months to be able to speak about them without bursting into tears, now a year after their passing, you went on the same camping trip in honour of your parents' memory. Now Blaise knew the past year had been difficult for you, after all you were very close with your parents and it absolutely broke your heart when you learned they had passed away. Blaise had been there for you every second of every day, he loved you dearly and that was why he offered going camping with you. He just didn't realize it was way out of his comfort zone.

To say the least, when people found out about your relationship, they were shocked. After all you guys weren't even friends, heck you never even talked to each other. If that wasn't enough shock already, you being a (Y/H) half blood didn't really help. Everyone knew how Blaise was raised, they all thought he would end up with a pure blood witch, just like his mother wanted. She had even already made progress into getting Blaise into an arranged marriage.            When she had heard word of your relationship, she was furious. 

It wasn't as bad if you had been a muggle born or - Salazar forbid - even a muggle, but still. You were a (Y/H) and not to forget a muggle born sympathizer, to put it mildly Blaise's mother wasn't happy with you. 

Of course Blaise already suspected this, so when you first started dating both of you agreed on keeping it a secret. Alas, as with all secrets, people eventually found out about it. When they did, you were scared that Blaise would break up with you. You were convinced he would run back to his mother in order to be married off to some pure blood witch, when you voiced your insecurities Blaise took every moment he could to make sure you knew he would always stay by your side. 

"Are we nearly there yet?" Blaise whines "it's so warm and I just want to cuddle you" he continues while pulling you into an embrace. 

You let out a yelp of surprise and giggle lightly "yes over there at the foot of the hill" you point towards the hill "but we still have to pitch the tent."

"What? We can't just use our wands for that?" Blaise pulls you even closer and plants a small kiss on your lips, while groaning softly at the idea of setting up a tent with the hot summer air. 

"I think we could, but my parents and I never used magic" he looked down at you with pursed lips "let me guess, you want to pitch the tent without using our wands?" You bit your lip and nodded. 

"Do we really have to (Y/N/N)?" you could clearly see he just wanted to be done with it and use your wands, however you wouldn't budge. 

"Please? I love you, you know" you said to him, trying to persuade him, while batting your eyelashes at him. "Yes I know that, love. Fine, you win, but you have to do the work."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After several failures, the tent finally stood in its glory. In total, it had cost two hours and a lot of grunts from Blaise. He eventually caved in and decided to help you after the first few failed attempts. Because of the hard work you did with the high temperature and all, several beats of sweat covered your face. Blaise had noticed this as well and smirked slyly, he had the perfect plan to cool you down. Eyeing the lake, which was a few meters away from your tent, he called you over to him, slowly walking towards the edge of the lake. 

"You know (Y/N), I think you could use something refreshing" he said once you were in hearing distance. "Oh?" you cock an eyebrow in surprise "and what did you have in mind?" 

"This" he grins, for a second you stare at him in confusion, but then he suddenly pushes you into the lake. You yelp in surprise and a wave of water enters your mouth, sputtering you try keeping your head above the water. 

"BLAISE ZABINI" you scream, while glaring at your boyfriend. 

You huff while crossing your arms as Blaise rolls on the grass in laughter "shou- shoulda seen your face" the boy roars while tears stream down his face. 

"Get your bloody arse over here and help me out of the water" you demand, a small smile tugging at your lips.

 Once he is done laughing, he staggers over to you and extends his hand. Instead of allowing him to pull you out of the water, you tug on his hand, and he falls into the water next to you. This time it is you who is howling with laughter.

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After drying yourself with a few drying spells, you and Blaise lay in the tent. You snuggle into his side and lay your head on his chest, your legs a tangled mess.  'I love you' he mutters in your ear, while playing with your hair. A smile appears on your face "I love you too" you tell him while placing soft kisses all over his face. 

"(Y/N)?" Blaise asks to get your attention after a few minutes of silence. 

"Yeah?" a silence follows and when you tilt your head to look up to him, you notice how he's contemplating about whatever he was going to say. 

"Hey you know you can tell me anything, right?" he hums in respond.        Another short silence follows and you wait patiently for him to get whatever it is off his chest. 

"Marry me" your boyfriend blurts, for a second you think you heard it wrong. 

"I'm sorry, what?" you ask in surprise, completely taken aback by this. "Marry me, please (Y/N/N)" he repeats, while turning to look you in the eye. 

Before you could even utter a single respond, he already starts rambling.            "I don't mean right away, but just please marry me someday. I love you so much, I just can't imagine living without you and I don't give a damn about what my mother thinks. I don't have a ring yet, but if you say yes I'll get you one as soon as possible. Though I understand if you don't-" you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, pulling away you smile softly at him. "Of course I want to marry you, silly" you stroke his cheek lovingly.

"Are you serious?" he jolts up in surprise "Of course I'm serious" you smile sweetly at him "Oh I love you so much" he cries, before kissing you passionately "I promise you I'll find a ring worthy of you once we get back" you give him a small reassuring smile. 

"As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter to me what kind of ring you buy, I just know I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that is the most important thing."

After your little speech, Blaise shoots you a proud grin, "I'm so lucky that I can call you my fiancée. I love you my dear" "and I love you, my fiancé" you smile at him before you share a passionate kiss, a long night ahead of you.

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Attempting to forget about the conversation with Ginny, you basked in the presence of some of your most favorite people. Dinner was amazing as always. The food was beyond delicious, smiling faces were seen all around- it was just perfect. Nothing could ever be better than this. You had spent most of the meal interacting with Mr. Weasley. Of course- the topic of choice being all things Muggle but that was all okay! You loved being helpful and answering any questions he had. 

When everyone’s bellies were stuffed to the brim with food, Molly excuses herself from the table to begin putting away any leftovers. Arthur follows after his wife while the Weasley boys and Harry disperse quickly, the twins dashing up the staircase conversing in hushed tones while Harry and Ron make their way into the living room. 

You and Ginny share an eye roll and begin to rid the table of all dirty dishes. With dinnerware piled in your arms, you two girls carry everything into the kitchen and are instructed by Mr. Weasley to place them on the counter top by the sink where Molly was waiting. With a grateful smile, Mrs. Weasley ushers you and Ginny out. You two venture into the cozy living room to see the two fourth-year boys sitting on the floor playing a game of Wizards Chess. Ron is leaning back against the sofa while Harry sprawls out on the floor on his stomach. You venture over to the sofa while Ginny takes the armchair by the fireplace. You plant yourself on the old piece of furniture, lying down behind the redhead and getting comfortable before cracking open a book you had brought with you. He glances over his shoulder, giving you a shy smile before turning away to take his turn. 

The rush of butterflies in your stomach was instant. You couldn't help but blush and move just a tad bit more towards the edge of the couch to be closer to him. You only hoped he didn't notice the shift, not wanting him to think of you as weird but he felt it. He didn’t mind though. He wanted you to be close to him. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you wanting to be closer to him too.

After a while, the heads of the home walk out from the kitchen bidding you all a quiet ‘goodnight’ before heading up to bed. Shutting your book, you place it on the coffee table beside you before your eyes slowly flutter over to the boy in front of you. The silence of the house is interrupted when you hear two sets of footsteps tiptoeing not so quietly down the stairs. Looking away from the youngest boy in the family, you see two identical faces pop out from around the corner.  

“Oi! You four come with us!” Fred whispers across the room. 

Without questioning the request, the four of you make your way out of your seats and follow behind the mischief makers. They lead you through the house and urgently usher each of you out the front door of the home into the chilly evening air. You couldn’t but shudder as a gust of wind rushes past you, sending tingles down your spine once you step out. You really wished they had let you grab a sweater. 

Lighting their wands with ‘Lumos’, Fred and George lead you all into the field eventually coming to a stop by a pile of old wood and sticks. 

“What’s all this?” you question as George sets down the box he had been carrying. 

“This, love, is our wood pile for a bonfire! And to make it even better, we have supplies for a snack! It’s a muggle treat, actually. What do you call them Harry?”

Harry chuckled, “S’mores. My cousin Dudley eats them all the time in the summer.” 

You couldn't help the excited giggle that spilled from your lips. You had heard about these but never got the chance to try one! Without wasting another second, you quickly set the twins on getting the fire started while you found yourself a small log to get comfortable on, ready for the fun to begin as you curl up to get warm again. The fire is quickly lit (all thanks to Harry) and everyone begins to dig in to make the famously sweet and gooey treat for themselves. The youngest Weasley son jumps at the chance to follow in your footsteps, planting himself on your small log seat. You peer at him with a wide grin causing his cheeks to flush pink. 

Tonight had been amazing. And although you loved your summer holiday’s, the one thing you didn't appreciate was that the later into the evening it got, the chillier it got. The fire had helped keep you warm but not completely. After seeing you attempting to hide your shivers due to the chilly breezes for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Ron couldn’t bear to see you so miserable any longer. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his side. With wide eyes and cheeks flaming as red as his hair, you turned to look at him. He’s facing the roaring fire but you could see a content smile graced upon his lips. How is his side profile just as attractive as his entire face?!

Sensing your stare, his head turns. “You okay, love?” Love.

“Y-yeah! I’m great. But w-why?” you jester to his arm around your waist.

"You kept shivering so I thought this might help get you warmed up a bit more." 

Oh.. so he's just being friendly. Right. Of course he doesn't fancy you in return. That only happens in cheesy romance novels. 

He watches as your face falls slightly but before you can move away he tightens his grip on your hip.. "I-it's not just that ya know.." 

"Wait, what? W-what do you mean?" Your heart begins to beat out of your chest. ‘Please, PLEASE be the reason I'm hoping for.’ your mind pleads. 

He clears his throat nervously. "W-well..I um..I have fancied you for quite a while now a-and I um thought this," he nods at the position you were in "was a good way to show it. I-its okay if you don't feel the same, of course, I just wanted to make it known.." The poor bloke was shaking! How can someone be so nervous but still be so cute?!

You couldn't believe it! The boy you've been pining for for two years has feelings for you too! "Y-you do!? I like you too Ron. I really really do!" you all but exclaim, flinging your arms around his neck in an excited hug. Your cheeks ached from how hard you had been grinning and you couldn't help the giggles that slipped past your lips in pure happiness. 

His grin matched yours as he squeezed you even closer to his body, if that were even possible and placed a loving gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm so glad you do." 

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Masterlist for “A Very Harry Potter Summer”

PROMPTS

(Aug. 1st) Early morning walks while it’s still cool out

@lupins-sweater - Harry Potter x Reader 

(Aug. 2nd) Afternoon naps

@mooncat457writing - Bill Weasley x Fleur Delacour

(Aug. 3rd) Sitting on the porch at night

@teheharrypotter - Remus Lupin x Reader

(Aug. 4th) Ice Cream

@soft-nerdy-wolf - Charlie Weasley x Reader

(Aug. 5th) Watching fireflies

@bforbroadway - Neville Longbottom x Reader 

(Aug. 6th) Making lemonade

@hello-everyfandom - Cedric Diggory x Reader

“Don’t Throw a Fit. It’s delicious. I actually quite like it”

(Aug. 7th) Garden Work

@nebulablakemurphy - Neville Longbottom x Reader

(Aug. 8th) Ice cubes

@silentexplorer18 - Fred Weasley x Reader

(Aug. 9th) Sprawling on the floor with the fan on and lights off

@kalimagik - Charlie Weasley x Reader 

(Aug. 10th) Bare feet

@erinisbadger - Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader

(Aug. 11th) Grilling Veggies from the Garden for Dinner 

@imagineswiththewizards - Newt Scamander x Reader

(Aug. 12th) Eating outside

@pregnant-piggy - George Weasley x Reader

(Aug. 13th) Watching the sun rise/set

@masterofthedarkness - Regulus Black x Reader 

(Aug. 14th) Chilly summer evenings

@enjoying-fantasyland21 - Ron Weasley x Reader 

(Aug. 15th) Water ices

@poppin-potter - Theseus Scamander x Reader

(Aug. 16th) Quiet warm summer mornings in bed

@wondernimbus - Ron Weasley x Reader 

(Aug. 17th) Soft Summer Rain

@angelinathebook - One if the Twins x Reader

(Aug. 18th) Drinks on the patio/deck of your fave place

@bernadineisreborn - Harry Potter x Reader

(Aug. 19th) Fireworks

@peachesandpinks - Remus Lupin x Reader

(Aug. 20th) Favorite cute summer outfits

@eleven-times-lively - Draco Malfoy x Reader

(Aug. 21st) Swimming

@heistmaster69 - Draco Malfoy x Reader 

(Aug. 22nd) Road trips

@obsessedwithrandomthings - Sirius Black x Reader 

(Aug. 23rd) Summer songs/song mixes

@iliveiloveiwrite - Sirius Black x Reader 

(Aug. 24th) Going down the shore

@firewhisky-kisses - Fred Weasley x Reader

(Aug. 25th) Thunderstorms

@hufflefluff-writer - Bill Weasley x Reader 

(Aug. 26th) Sneaking out

@im-a-writer-right - James Potter x Reader

(Aug. 27th) Drive-in theatres 

@summer-writes - Cedric Diggory x Reader 

(Aug. 28th) Camping by a lake or the ocean

@slytherinprincess03 - Blaise Zabini x Reader

(Aug. 29th) Spontaneous summer adventures 

@chaotic-fae-queen - Regulus Black x Reader

(Aug. 30th) Playing quidditch in the backyard on a hot day

@enjoying-fantasyland21 - Oliver Wood x Reader

(Aug. 31st) Making flower crowns