#drowsyhope

everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team feared the day that Quidditch practice officially started for all houses, because they knew how crazy Oliver got.

the two weeks leading up to that fateful Saturday, Oliver been picking and chatting it up with all of his teammates. he’ll ask them how their summer went then immediately go into his plan on how they can win their first game against Slytherin.

his first target was obviously his star seeker; Harry Potter. coincidentally, his star beater — Y/N L/N — was also with Harry.

two birds with one stone!

“ah, the people i miss the most during the summer!”

you snapped your head to the voice, recognizing that it belonged to nobody other than Oliver Wood, your Quidditch captain.

Harry physically shrieked at the sight of Oliver, causing Hermonie to roll her eyes and Ron to snicker. ever since Harry joined Quidditch his first year, he’s been working nonstop because of Oliver’s strict schedule.

you — on the other hand — somehow enjoyed the early practices and the strictness Oliver had on you and your teammates. the early practices allowed you to chat with your friends, and you also got to see Oliver, your crush.

ever since you joined Quidditch, you always fancied Oliver. you honestly think it was because of his scottish accent that drew you in, and the way he was so passionated about the sport, something about it made you weak in the knees.

“uhm, it was okay? how was yours?” Harry answered frightfully. it was silly knowing that one of Harry’s fear was Oliver Wood during Quidditch season.

but lord does that man get scary.

before you could even respond with your own experience, Oliver moved aside some plates — earning a ‘hey!’ from Seamus and a side eye from Dean — placing a piece of parchment onto the table.

“since our first game is against Slytherin, i’ve devised more and better strategies for us to defeat them. we need to work harder and stronger —“

you couldn’t even register his words, cause the way his scottish accent just scratched your brain in the right way. Hermonie had to nudge you in the ribs to get you out of your lovesick phase.

your eyes gaze around the clearly messy parchment, seeing Oliver’s messy handwriting all over it. you weren’t surprised to learn that all Oliver did over the summer was focus on Quidditch.

meanwhile, you spent time with your friends and went to visit different countries like France, Italy, Germany, Japan, Norway —

“— Y/N! this is where you come in,”

you were quickly taken out of your thoughts when you heard Oliver say your name. your eyes once again gaze over the parchment and realize Oliver was holding a miniature picture of you.

it was one from your first year of Quidditch during your 2nd year, you still had baby fat in your cheeks and your hair was much more shorter.

you cringed slightly at the thought of your 2nd year self — then paused.

“why do you have a miniature photo of me from my 2nd year?” you asked, curiously. Harry looked to see the photo, then quickly realized there were other miniature photos.

the only difference — was the other ones were hand drawn. only yours was an actual photo, the one of Harry’s was poorly drawn and Oliver didn’t even had his scar, the one of Fred and George didn’t even look like twins, and poor Angelina, Oliver didn’t even bother adding the correct colors for her Quidditch uniform.

“oi! how come hers is the only one as an actual photo!?”

you failed to realize that during your thoughts, Fred and George had came up behind you and Harry, also being integrated by Oliver as well. Angelina also joined, frowning at her poorly drawn self.

Oliver rolled his eyes impatiently, “that’s none of your concern. back to my plans —“ he went on a whole rant how the 3 beaters — you, Fred, and George — needed to pick up your weight and basically body slam the Slytherin’s beaters.

yeah, this was going to be a long year.

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Oliver was actually insane. ever since Quidditch season started, Oliver has not let the Gryffindor Quidditch team rest for a single moment.

the September breeze fluttered by your robes, causing you to shiver lightly as you held onto your Sky Scythe, the newest addition to your broom collection. you were wearing your usual practice attire — a simple white long sleeve covered by your Gryffindor jumper, and some black jeans.

the rest of your teammates — Harry looked more tired than usual, Fred and George practically fell off their brooms, and Angelina looked like she wanted more of her beauty sleep.

Oliver looked lively per usual, hand perched on his hip as the other held onto his Nimbus 2000, smirking. “good morning team!” it was 4 in the morning, “how are we doing on this lovely morning?” the sun wasn’t even up.

Harry groaned, fixing his glasses that slightly tilted. “when are we going to ever going to practice at a reasonable time?” Fred snickered, George glared at Oliver, Angelina sighed, and you just yawned.

Oliver just laughed, shaking his head. “never, Potter! now come on, Slytherin supposedly going to take the pitch by 9 in the morning. we got 5 hours, up in the sky we go!”

you sighed as the rest of the time flew by. you almost got dropped by Fred since he accidentally bumped into you when he was yawning, Harry almost ate the golden snitch, Angelina almost ran into the goal post, and Oliver was fuming.

everything wasn’t going according to plan. he envisioned everything perfectly in his head and the fact it wasn’t coming out as he envisioned has him tweaking.

when it was finally for break time, he was about to snap.

“come on, Wood,” you groaned, leaning against your Sky Scythe, your hair messy from the air and your forehead had bits of sweat coming down from it. “can we please end early today? it’s the first day of practice — and plus we got practice tomorrow.” you whined.

it felt like the Gods above had blessed you, cause as soon as you said that — “fine. everybody been whining, practice is dismissed.” he sighed, crossing his arms across his chest, shaking his head disappointedly.

Angelina fisted the air, Harry sighed in happiness, and Fred and George thanked every God they knew. you sighed in relief, smiling.

you and your teammates immediately ran back to Gryffindor tower, with Oliver following after y’all. he had to admit — he was also feeling a bit tired, and they been at it for around 3 hours. he didn’t want his team risking detention because they fell asleep in class.

as soon as all of y’all had entered, Fred and George slumped onto the couches, Harry immediately ran up to his dorm, and Angelina just full blown fell onto the carpeted ground. you laid down next to Angelina, stretching as you rested your head racing the fire, the warmness immediately taking you to sleep.

Oliver walked in a bit after, taking in the sight of most of his teammates currently out of it.

Fred was sprawled out on the couch, one leg draped over the top, and the other laid on the seat, he had his arms behind his head to support it.

George cradled up on the second, stealing a blanket, covering his lanky body over it. his ginger curls draped over his face like a cape, giving him some sort of privacy.

Angelina was on the carpeted floor in front of the couches. she had taken a blanket from Fred and draped it over her body, using your legs as head support.

you were laid on your stomach, laying your head on her crossed arms, face facing the fireplace to generate warmth onto your face and body.

Oliver sighed, slumping onto the unoccupied couch, his fingers running through his brunette hair. crap. now he’s feeling tired.

before he could even slip into dreamland, he heard footsteps come down from the stairway. he looks up to see a familiar face — Percy Weasley.

“what in Merlin’s name are you doing awake so early?” Percy grumbled. clearly, he wasn’t a morning person, despite being Prefect and Head boy. Oliver snickered, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Quidditch season started, gotta make sure these lots are ready for Slytherin.” Percy takes a glance at the bodies, seeing his two younger twin brothers snoring rather loudly than he would like.

Percy sighed, “you and Quidditch ..” he murmured. Oliver rose an eyebrow. “hey! i heard that,” he whispered, “you and your Prefect duties ..or whatever,” Percy gave him a look.

“you’re also a Prefect.”

“oh, right.”

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you were convinced that the Prefects were plotting something against you.

ever since the fist Qudditch game — Gryffindor won, by the way — the Prefects have been circling you like you were guilty of something. you were worried that you might’ve accidently opened the Chamber of Secrets or dissed them without realizing they were there.

so far, you had interacted with all of the Prefects.

first was Percy Weasley.

Percy Weasley was the older brother of Ron, Fred, and George. if rules were a person, Percy would be that. he somehow always had a straight posture, his glasses never slid down his nose, and his curly ginger hair was always kept fresh.

you had accidentally ran into him after breakfast.

“oh! i’m sorry!” you apologized quickly, realizing you bumped into somebody. looking up, you see the familiar red curly hair that all the Weasley siblings shared. you soon realized — this is Percy Weasley.

“ah, Miss L/N,” he said with a smile. you never really saw him with a smile, so it freaked you out a bit, but you smiled back. “your skill in Quidditch are remarkable, i must say,” he murmurs, causing you to grown flustered. you weren’t used to getting compliments.

“he certainly enjoyed working with you today, Miss L/N.”

“ah! thank you Percy! that’s nice coming from you.” it lowkey sounded backhanded, but Percy didn’t seem to mind it. he gave you a tight smile, a squeeze on your shoulder, before going on his merry way. you failed to see the way he took a quick glance at you as you walked off.

then it was Penelope Clearwater.

Penelope was the Prefect of Ravenclaw. she had long straight blonde hair, pale skin, and a beautiful smile that you sort of envy. there were rumors of her and Percy dating but they both denied it profusely.

you had ran into her in class.

it was Potions class. you didn’t know why Penelope was in there — maybe to look over the lesson? she was a Prefect after all, but what do Prefects even do? — and she was standing in the back of the class, an open book in hand. you had unfortunately forgotten your book for that class that day, so Snape ordered you to go grab one from the back.

as you did, Penelope looked up at you. wanting to be polite, you gave her a small smile and went next to her to grab the book needed for that class.

“you’re Y/N, right? one of the beaters on the Gryffindor team?”

your eyes meet hers as she spoke. you were kind of shocked she knew you — you weren’t quite known alongside the other houses, so the fact she knew you had you quite spooked.

“yeah, that’s me. you’re Penelope Clearwater, right? Ravenclaw Prefect?”

she smiled warmly, nodding. “i heard all about you, Oliver says you’re a great addition to the team.” before you could even respond, Snape’s ruler scared the crap out of you.

“chatting it up with a Prefect, are we?” Snape asked, causing you to shriek and quickly shake your head. he ushered you to go back to your seat and shot Penelope a glare as he walked back to the front of the class.

then it was Cedric Diggory.

Cedric Diggory was the heartthrob of Hogwarts. he was the Hufflepuff Prefect. you lowkey had a crush on him back in your third year. you can’t even blame yourself, Cedric is an attractive guy.

you had ran into him during lunch.

you had just stepped into the dining hall, eyes gazing at the rows of students at each table. you had accidentally slept a bit over your clock during your afternoon nap, resulting you in coming in late.

when you finally catch eyesight of your friends, you happily smile and began walking — before you collided into somebody’s chest.

you were almost knocked out of your shoes when somebody grabbed your wrist. you open your eyes to see beautiful brown eyes — Cedric’s eyes.

“oh my Merlin — i’m sorry! i should’ve seen where i was going!”

you blabbered, resulting in Cedric laughing. his laughter calmed you down a bit since it gave you the sense that he wasn’t mad.

“oh, no worries! the name is Cedric Diggory, you must be the infamous Y/N L/N i’be heard about?”

you were confused for a hot second, before you heard your name being called by Hermonie. Cedric must’ve heard it too, since he straighten you up.

“i’ll see you later, Y/N.”

he smiled, laughing calmly as he walked passed you. you just stood there in shock. infamous Y/N L/N? who in the world has been talking about you?

then, it was Cho Chang.

Cho Chang was a very pretty girl. you adored her sleek black hair that never had frizz. you wondered what her hair are routine was. she had such a cute smile. she was also the Ravenclaw Prefect.

you ran into her in the bathroom.

it was one of those days. mother nature decided to grace you with her presence, and you woke up that morning with bloody sheets.

unfortunately for you, your cramps were absolutely hell the first couple of days. you were thankful you didn’t have Quidditch practices or matches in the next couple of days, because you can’t fathom getting on a broom right now.

currently, you were in one of the girls bathroom, using the loo as you felt all the blood pour out of you. it felt disgusting, but it was apart of being a girl.

when you exited out the stall, you look up to see Cho, who was fixing her lashes in the mirror. she saw you rather quickly, since her face seemed to brighten up.

“you’re Y/N L/N! oh my, you’re much more prettier in person! he was right!”

you grew confused as you clutched onto your stomach. the way she worded her sentence was like somebody been telling her about you.

“uh, yeah. that’s me. you must be Cho Chang, right? Harry told me a lot about you.”

at the mention of Harry, her cheeks slightly lit up, making her giggle lightly.

“ah, Harry James Potter! he’s a handsome one, for sure.”

you laugh at her words, Harry was handsome, but it was funny how she said his full name. Cho smiled at your giggles, now she realized it all.

after, it was Marcus Flint.

Marcus Flint was the Prefect of Slytherin. he and Oliver had an ongoing fuel on the Quidditch pitch, but off? they were best buds. he was sometimes snarky, he reminded you of Oliver in some way.

you ran into him after a Quidditch match.

it was another Gryffindor vs Slytherin match. Malfoy was seriously getting on your nerves the whole match, and you were about to give him a piece of your mind after the match — and obviously, Gryffindor won — that was until somebody stop you mid step.

“you’re just as stubborn as he mentioned,”

you heard somebody snark. you look up to see Marcus Flint, in his green Slytherin Quidditch robes. his hair looked a bit ruffled up, maybe because he took quite a beating from the goal post after he rammed into it earlier.

“who?”

you asked curiously. every interaction you had with these damn Prefects they always talk like somebody had been constantly talking about you.

before Marcus could even answer, you felt a hand on your shoulder. you glanced over your shoulder to see Oliver, who was giving Marcus a look that said ‘don’t say anything’ to which Marcus shrugged his shoulders.

Oliver quickly whisked you away, saying that the team was already celebrating in the common room and he wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun.

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“he likes you.”

Hermonie said like it was a fact. your eyes just widen.

you and Hermonie often had study dates on Thursday in the Library. these study states include studying for Potions, Charms, and DADA. then usually it went to gossip.

you decided to tell her about how weird the Prefects been acting. how you randomly ran into all of them — beside Oliver — and they spoke to you like somebody was clearly talking about you to them.

“come on, Y/N. you can’t be this clueless.”

you frowned. Hermonie sighed.

“the reason they all been acting weird is because Oliver Wood clearly likes you. they’re all Prefects, right?” you nodded, “he probably told them that he fancied you, and they wanted to see you face-to-face.” she explained.

then, as if a switch was tuned on, everything finally made sense.

“he certainly enjoyed working with you today, Miss L/N.”

“i heard all about you, Oliver says you’re a great addition to the team.”

“oh, no worries! the name is Cedric Diggory, you must be the infamous Y/N L/N i’be heard about?”

“you’re Y/N L/N! oh my, you’re much more prettier in person! he was right!”

“you’re just as stubborn as he mentioned,”

oh my God. you might be the most clueless person you ever met.

Hermonie snickered as she sees the realization finally dawned into you. meanwhile, you’re recalling every moment and very interaction with the Prefects.

oh my God. Oliver probably does like you.

before Hermonie even realized, you ran out of the Library, Madam Pince didn’t look too happy with you causing all that noise. you don’t even register where you were going, but one thing was one your mind.

find Oliver Wood.

and surely enough, you did. unfortunately, he was in the Prefect lounge. you knocked profusely on the door, trying to catch your breath.

as soon as Percy opened it, you zipped past in and entered the lounge. all of them were in there, and they were all currently staring at you.

but your eyes only darted to one person — Oliver Wood.

“you,” you pointed towards him, and he raised in hands up in defense. you took a step towards him, taking a deep breath, you didn’t want to look foolish, so you hoped what Hermonie said was right.

“..do you ..do you fancy me?”

everybody went quiet for a few seconds. you immediately started to regret running here in the first place and started taking a few steps back before Oliver stood up.

he was still in his Quidditch robes, a bit dirty from practice earlier that morning. his hair hadn’t been combed from the morning, and his lip looked chapped as if he was continuously biting them.

“i..” he started, darting his eyes everywhere but you. you didn’t even care the fact that the other Prefects were there, you just wanted to know if what Hermone theorized was true.

and gosh, you hoped she was right.

Oliver needed to speak faster, cause a few seconds has passed and he hasn’t said anything else yet. you were about to give up before he began talking again.

“i do fancy you, Y/N. i been since you joined the team — ah, crap, i don’t know how to express these feelings though.”

once again, you didn’t care about the other Prefects being in the room as in two steps, you grabbed Oliver’s face and smashed your lips into his.

realization slowly sunk in as you heard the other Prefects cheering and as you pulled away, your cheeks were burning and Oliver was chuckling.

“didn’t know Captain had a favorite!”

Cedric teased, throwing an airball causing Oliver to glare at him. the realization hit you like a truck.

“oh my ggggoooossshhhh, this is why i was the only one with an actual photograph! and all the Prefects talking about me like somebody was talking about me to them! i’m so slow.” you whined, causing Oliver to laugh more as his arms snake their way around your shoulders.

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“WHAT!?”

the team’s all yelled in unison, clearly shocked at the news they’ve just been told by their Captain. Oliver nodded, arms crossed.

“yeah, me and Y/N are dating.”

Fred’s eyes widen, George’s jaw dropped, Harry’s glasses almost fell off his face, and Angelina looked like she was told her whole family had been kidnapped.

“oh my, is this why you were acting so weird around her during matches and why you got mad at that Ravenclaw bloke for almost hitting her with a bludger?”

Oliver’s cheeks turned red and you laughed playfully.

captain’s favorite, huh?

You were his teammates friends; Fred and George’s. He would always see you with them always doing something the three shouldn’t be doing: pranks, coloring random students hair, anything.

At first, you wouldn’t come to the Qudditch games. He reckon it’s because you have better things to do than see your peers flying around on broomsticks. The real reason? You were just too tired.

Oliver found out that you were tutoring some of the younger students at Hogwarts. You were a smart student, top of your classes, and you decided to share some of that smartness with the younger generation. Oliver admired you for that.

So, when you started coming to the games, Gryffindor won every single time. 10 second to the clock? Some miracle happened and Gryffindor wins by a long shot. One time, a chaser from the other house was about to grab the snitch, but Harry thankfully snatched it up in time.

At first, Oliver didn’t think of you as a good luck charm. You were just somebody who started to show up to games every now and then. You were the team’s biggest fan because most of your friends and your two best friends were on the team.

It wasn’t until Angelina mentioned it.

“She’s always there when we win, right?” Angelina asked, peaking from out of the Gryffindor tent into the Quidditch pitch, which currently held more than half of their house members for today’s game.

Fred looked up from his gloves, “Who?” George peaked from behind Fred. “Yeah, who?” He asked.

Alicia snorted, “Your best friend, duh.” The Weasley twins both gave Alicia a look, before playfully rolling their eyes, mumbling a few ‘oohh’ under their breaths.

Oliver was standing with Harry, who was fixing his glasses. He was trying his best to not eavesdrop, but the mention of you caught his interest. He never thought of it, but now that they mentioned it, it started to suddenly clicked.

“She’s always there when we win, she’s like ..our good luck charm ..or something.” Katie chimed in, causing the twins to laugh. Angelina and Alicia joined, finding the whole situation amusing.

“She’s just a big supporter. Maybe she is our lucky charm.”

Oliver could just focus on the fact they called you the team’s lucky charm, that is what stuck out to him. He didn’t know why it had an effect on him, but he couldn’t boast on the topic any longer — the game was about to start.

Though, as he was in the sky, his eyes scanning the crowd, he recognized a familiar face: yours. Your bright smile, the recognizable Gryffindor scarf wrapped around your neck, the familiar house flag in your hand waving in the air.

He wasn’t one about superstition, so if they do win this match, then maybe just maybe he would believe the others, believe the others that you are in fact their lucky charm.

The funny part?

Everybody else was right.

He stood there in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by everybody else celebrating their 9th win in a row. Fred and George were on some table, Harry was getting passed around by different people, Alicia and Angelina were jumping, and Katie looked more happier than ever.

They won, and all he could think about was what they said in the tent before. You. You were their lucky charm. Ever since you been coming to games back to back, they’ve been winning nonstop.

He first thinks you had something for it. Did you hex the other team’s broom so they won’t play as good? That can’t be. The professors are there keeping eye like hawks. Did you charm their brooms? Can’t be that either. They kept the brooms with them on always, especially since Quidditch season started.

So what was exactly the reason?

It doesn’t click in his mind, and he’s getting stressed about it. He should be celebrating, not worry about the fact he thinks you have something to do with them wining constantly.

He’s the captain for Merlin’s sake. He can’t be stressed about a simple thing. Maybe they are just that good? They have been practicing more and more, earlier and earlier. He put them quite literally through hell.

Or is it something else? Or —

“Oliver?”

Oliver was taken out of his thoughts, bearing a familiar voice. He was met face to face with Harry and Ron, with Ron looking weirded out and Harry looked worried. “Why do you look so stressed out?” Ron asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I-I ..” He was quite literally, at a loss for words. He gulped, straighten his back. He was starting to notice a lot of things now. He realized that some of his teammates were currently drinking butterbeer, one of his teammates was doing flips, and one of them was worried for him.

“Is ..is she really our lucky charm?”

He breathed out, feeling pathetic. He felt like a young school boy, young and clueless. His body was growing warmer, and his cheeks started to get more red. Merlin, was he humiliated? What is wrong with him?

“Dude? You talking ‘bout my brothers’ best friend? Why are you red as cherries? Are you okay?” Ron threw question after question at Oliver, causing him to groan.

“Like her? I don’t even know her! I’m just asking — is she our lucky charm or something?”

Before he could get an answer from either of the two, the weird scent of butterbeer mixed with blueberry muffins hit his nose and he realized Fred and George were hanging onto him, one of their hand on each side of his shoulder.

“Talking bout our gal?” Fred snickered, “She’s just over there!” George pointed, and unfortunately for Oliver, his eyes followed.

Truth be told, there you were, holding onto a glass of butterbeer, laughing with Ginny about something—anything. It was a simple gesture, but the way his cheeks got even more warmer, he felt even more weird.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team who was usually so strict and collected being completely undone by someone? It was weird it itself.

Oliver himself, just feels so weird. It’s a good type of weird, but the type of weird he never really experienced before. It makes his stomach feel weirder than when he’s flying down on a broom, or when he is upside down. Before he could even think any more, Angelina speaks.

“Dude, you have a crush on her.”

it wasn’t unknown knowledge who George Weasley was — he was one half of the infamous Weasley twins. two troublemakers who have been terrorizing Hogwarts for years, and never seem to stop no matter how high or low their pranks get.

the two both bared the same identical face and hair, yet have vastly different personalities that make them different in their own way.

Fred was obviously the more louder twin, often expressing his feelings with his voice rather than his actions. he was the brawn of the pranks, gathering attention and surfing in the audience. Fred was more of a ladies man — ladies just flocked to him easier.

George on the other hand, was the more quiet yet calculated twin. he was often the brains behind the pranks, making sure nothing doesn’t accidentally malfunction or self-combust at any given moment. he wasn’t much of a ladies man, although.

during your first year, you pretty much were mentally adopted by the twins.

you were younger, more nervous, and had a more rounder face than you do now. when they saw you for the first time, they automatically picked you up and dragged you to the train.

ever since that fateful day, you and the twins have been thick as thieves. sure, you didn’t contribute much into the pranks because that wasn’t your specialty, but you did often then not get them out of trouble with Professor McGonagall.

whenever they needed somebody to be on the lookout, you were there. they needed somebody to try out their new batch of extendable ears? you were there. both the twins got in trouble by Professor McGonagall? you flicked your eyelashes and suddenly they were left off scotch free.

so, it didn’t take long for you to garner feelings for one of the twins. people often rumored you were secretly dating one of them, and Fred would always be the one they guessed.

sure, you loved Fred. he got you out of your comfort zone numerous times and you never imagined life without him. but dating him? that didn’t sound right.

your feelings for George started during a Quidditch match. it was Gryffindor vs Slytherin, a game that was doomed from the beginning.

Oliver Wood was already barking orders towards his team, and you looked over the stands from where you were to see Fred and George, both leaning against their brooms, looking as if they were going to fall any second.

that’s when George fell.

it had caught you off guard — seeing George tumble to the ground and eat dirt, but it made a weird flutter in your stomach. why did seeing George so carefree make you feel that way? you always seen George act careless, so why was this moment different?

you tried to question it, but it got even worst. you don’t even know how it happened — it just happened. one second you were seeing George like your best friend and the next you wanted to kiss him.

everything made sense after that; your stomach having butterflies, your body getting unusually warm whenever he got close, the way you wanted to impress him without even realizing it, and how you always wanted to be around him.

so, you were in love with him, right?

right, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“come on, Y/N. just admit it, you like my brother.” Ginny playfully rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as she faced towards you. Ginny was the youngest and only sister out of all the Weasley children.

Hermonie nodded, “yeah. just admit it, you like him.” she smirked, earning a glare from you.

“just say it — it’s that easy!” Angelina immediately said after, fluffing up a pillow from the couch, placing it on her lap as she leans on it. you quickly shake your head.

“i don’t like him. he’s my best friend.” you said it more to try to convince yourself than trying to convince others. Luna hummed, “it sounds like you weren’t so sure.” you groaned.

Lavender playfully scoffed, throwing a stuffed animal your way. “come on, Y/N! we all see it! you two always make gooey eyes to each other, it’s honestly sickening.” she laughs.

“girl, you can’t conceal it. it’s there in bold and everything.” Daphne giggled, earning a snicker from Astoria. “we can see right through you, y’know?” you grained even louder than before.

“this is so frustrating! i don’t like George!”

the girls all collectively groaned, not believing you in the slightest. Hermonie stood up first, hands on her hips, looking as if she’s about to give the scolding ever known to mankind.

“Y/N, are you trying to convince yourself you don’t like him? or are you trying to convince us?”

you heard a few snickering from the other girls, making your face burn hot. you whined, leaning against the wall dramatically. the girls all collectively got up, pacing behind you.

“we know how you’re feeling, who you’re thinking of,” Luna hummed, her eyes gazing over your figure. “you swoon, why deny it?” Ginny laughs, sliding her hand down your arm.

you sighed, “i won’t say i’m in love,” the girls all collectively sigh.

“is it too cliché?” Astoria asked, circling around you, her gaze going up and down your figure. she knew how much you wanted to keep denying these feelings, but it felt like slowly but surely you didn’t even know yourself.

“what makes you find him most appealing?” Daphne says as you felt your face grow even more hot. the girls giggle under their breaths, surrounding you.

“nothing appeals me! they’re both loud, my best friends. sure, he has beautiful ginger hair, amazing eyes ..and merlin ..that smile ..”

the girls looked at you dumbfounded. sure, you were always quiet about your romantic life, not really having any boyfriends nor girlfriends of any extent. yeah, you did have some flings, but they were mostly acting like ‘middle school’ relationships than anything else.

“GIRL!” Angelina erupts, shaking your shoulders out of your daze, causing you to squeal. “you’re in love with him!” she cups your face, “like — love, love him!” your face burns even more than you can imagine.

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George was convinced the girls were hiding something very important from him.

for the past 2 weeks — ever since the infamous girls sleepover that was held at the Gryffindor common rooms — the girls have been giggling and pointing at him.

at first, he thought they were making fun of him. no girls usually giggle at him, that was more of Fred’s lane.

so, when all of a sudden, all of the girls he’s known since he started Hogwarts were acting different, he was wondering what the hell happened at that infamous sleepover.

George was just walking into the Gryffindor common room when Ginny and Angelina were giggling like young school girls, whispering to each other and pointing at him.

he tried asking his sister about it later, but she just dodged the question like a punch.

the other time, George was in Quidditch practice when Katie and Angelina were snickering. Oliver Wood tried to get them to quiet down but they just glared at them. the two girls kept pointing and giggling.

then, after that, every time Y/N is with any of these girls, it’s often like they were trying to have George purposely see Y/N.

Y/N was his best friend, of course he would see Y/N. he was wondering if Y/N was secretly in on all this teasing and giggling he gets from all the girls.

somehow, even Fred was on it!

Fred was more of the ladies man, so it was obvious he would jump on this bandwagon with all the girls. George would see Fred snickering and acting very dramatically with all the girls.

he would also see Fred tease Y/N, poking her and making her blush restlessly. George was a bit frustrated about the whole ordeal. him, Y/N, and Fred had always been a trio, and now it’s looking more of a duo now.

so, here he was. sulking in his childhood bedroom the day before April 1st, aka him and his twin brother’s birthday.

his mother — Molly Weasley — had invited practically everybody over to the Burrow for the party she would be holding for her twin sons. she made sure the house was deep clean, so the guest would feel at home.

of course, one of those guests were Y/N. and right now? you was currently being interrogated by everybody else in the home.

it’s not like he disliked you — he loves you, matter of fact — but with your recent interactions? it felt like you wanted to be away from him than anything else.

when you fist got here, Angelina and Katie peaking from behind you, as soon as you saw George, you quite literally hid behind Angelina and Katie, causing them to snicker under their breaths.

during lunch, Molly had tasked you and George to gather some fruits and vegetables from the garden. you tried to offer up Ginny instead, but Molly insisted.

when George had entered his room, he had seen you and Fred going to town on some honeysuckles, and as soon as you seen George, you instantly ran out the room, making Fred shake his head in disappointment.

George didn’t like the fact you were giving more attention to Fred — and he also didn’t like that it felt like everybody was on a joke that he wasn’t apart of.

currently, everybody was outside on the lawn, some of them dipping into the small lake that rested right outside the Burrow.

you were currently perched on the dock, your mind not resting ever since you got here. you wanted nothing less to wrap your arms around George and kiss him without any thought in the world.

but your body wanted nothing but to freak out whenever you seen George. your body would turn to jelly, and your legs would walk themselves.

you felt bad — practically ignoring your best friend and crush, but your body couldn’t physically function around him. it felt pathetic, but you felt nervous even more.

water splashed on you, causing you to get out of your thoughts. you look to see Fred and Ginny chest deep into the lake, a smile perched its way to your face.

“come on, Y/N! go get George so we can all have fun in the lake!”

your heart starts beating against your rib cage, gulping. “go get George?” you repeated, to which both of them nodded. before you could even register anything, your body was moving against your will.

there was a nonstop storm going through your head as you walked into the Burrow, your bare feet making contact with the cold floor, making you shiver.

you climb up the steps, and your mind just completely goes fuzzy. radio static replacing your thoughts as you mindlessly climb up the steps, passing by Percy’s room, Ginny’s room, and finally, to the front door of the twins’ bedroom. gulping, you raise a fisted knuckle to knock on the door.

knock, knock, knock.

you heard a few shuffling behind the door, then the door opens with a peak of brown eyes. George looks at you through the creak of the door.

“hey, George ..uh ..they wanted you to come down. to coming the lake. yeah.” you said like you were out of breath, which, to be fair, you kind of were. you nervously smile, resting your hands on your bare thighs.

this made you realize — you were wearing your swimsuit, with a pair of shorts.

George huffed, rolling his eyes. you were a bit taken aback, not really used to his attitude persona of his. he opened the door more, leaning against the edge.

“why did they ask you to come get me? couldn’t they get someone else?” he snared, making you take a step back in shock. why was he talking to you like that?

“what the hell has gotten up your pants?” you shot back instantly, getting a bit ticked off by his attitude and mood. George rose an eyebrow, laughing under his breath.

he crossed his arms across his chest, “seriously? you’re asking me that? gosh, Y/N, i thought you were more smarter than that.”

your jaw dropped. George has never been mean to you. sure, he did tease you, but it was never to his extent, and he never sounded so sure of it.

“okay, George, seriously, what the hell has gotten into you? first, you don’t hang out with any of us, and now you’re acting like a total bitch to me. so we’re not leaving until you tell me what the hell had gotten into you.”

George glared at you, scowling like a kid who dint get what they wanted at the candy store. he takes a look outside the wall, to the left, then to the right.

deciding he didn’t want any onlookers, he quickly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the room, closing the door behind you.

you tumble into the room, almost losing your balance due to how fast he had dragged you in. you instantly straighten up, wanting to stand your ground against George, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach was bubbling, the nervousness getting to you.

it hurt seeing how George was treating you, and you wanted to know what gotten him in this sort of mood.

“alright, i’ll tell you what’s been up,” he starts, his brows furrowing lower and lower as he looked at you — but he can’t help but noticing the tremble in your legs. “you — and everybody — have been hiding something from me.”

you froze. hiding something from George? none of you have technically been doing that. you tilt your head in confusion, but before you could say anything else, George continues.

“ever since that damn sleepover, all the girls have been giggling and snickering around me! i can’t even do anything without one of you girls pointing at me and whispering!”

your face burns. oh gosh. you know what he is taking about.

“now, i thought it was just a girls thing. i could live with that — but Fred is on it too? it feels like you all are having a secret thing behind my back! it’s unfair!” he pouts, his teeth grinding against each other.

“i don’t like being the clueless twin brother, and i hate the fact you and him have gotten so close! it’s supposed to be a trio! not a duo!”

you felt horrible. you didn’t realizing your secret crush on him was causing all of this. you thought having Fred in on the secret would make your chances go higher, but looks like it twisted into something worst.

“so, just tell me, is there something between you and Fred? so i can stop looking so stupid.”

he calms down, but you can obviously see the anger still looming in his body. his hands shaking, the way his chest breaths up and down, his ginger hair casting over his face as he looks down.

you sighed. you might as well tell your feelings now before everything gets out of hand. he thinks you have something with Fred — which is far from what’s actually happening.

“George ..i- ..i don’t have anything with Fred,” you mutter, rubbing your arm in embarrassment. you felt horrible for making him think that way. “actually ..i kind of ..no, i do like you. i love you, George.” you shut your eyes instantly, afraid to see his reaction.

your heart beats restlessly against your chest, your ears burning. it’s quiet for a few seconds, and you think the worst: you’re about to lose your best friend, get kicked out of the Burrow; and never interact with George ever again.

thankfully, none of that happens. rather, you felt warm hands cup your face and your eyes widen to see familiar eyes look into yours. before you even realize it, a pair of soft lips make contact with yours.

holy shit. you were actually kissing George. holy shit!

you close your eyes slowly, embracing the moment. your heartbeat finally calms down, but it’s still running a marathon. everything felt like it froze for a moment, and it probably had.

you couldn’t believe it. you were actually kissing George! was this a dream come true? you probably should’ve punched yourself real quick to make sure.

before you can even do anything, the door slams open, and your eyes widen, causing George to unlatch himself, causing you to frown.

you turn your head to see Fred, with Ginny and Harry on each of his side, all of them sharing the same exact shocked facial expression on their faces. they froze in their positions.

“this is what you were doing!? snogging my brother!? finally!”

you were standing right next to him, chest breathing up and down, a big bouquet of ranunculus flowers that were specifically oranges and yellows, and a big snowy white flowing dress.

when you first got engaged, Remus was over the moon. his only daughter was finally getting married! he felt like such a proud father when you had showed him the rock on your finger, the diamond glittering against the light, lighting up his face practically.

Fred Weasley was a good guy. you and him were the same age, and Remus was glad you didn’t choose the other guy you had fancied during your times in Hogwarts, he was quite the scandal later on.

Fred was also one of the multiple sons to Arthur and Molly Weasley, so Remus immediately gave him his blessing, loving the fact that Fred was so professional despite the years they spent together in the Order of the Phoenix.

the wedding planning took over 6 months. it was 4 months after the second wizarding war when Fred popped the question and you were quick to dive into planning the infamous Weasley-Lupin wedding.

you had already acquired your bridesmaids — Hermonie Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet — and Fred had already chosen his groomsmen — George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Lee Jordan, Harry Potter, and Percy Weasley — he would’ve added his two older brothers, but they declined and said they had a surprise up their sleeve for the day of.

Remus had been fine for the 6 months leading up to the actual day. he smiled wildly when you told him you were going to go dress shopping, he would dramatically faint when you brought up honeymoon ideas, and looked proud when the two of you went suit shopping for him for the very important day.

but, as Remus is in the moment, he can’t help but reminisce on the years that came before this very exact moment. the years that he would forever cherish.

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1978; the year that changed Remus’s life forever. he was fresh out of Hogwarts, still dating the girl since his 6th year, and just found out she had been pregnant for months — a cryptic pregnancy as Muggles described it.

he was afraid. he never expected to be a father so early in his life. all those impulsive moments came to mind, and he had a sling of regret. but, as his girlfriend looks at him with those E/C eyes of hers, the regret quickly runs away.

so, here he was, at St. Mungos, with Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily. they were all pretty shocked to hear that Remus had a child on the way, and they were pretty puzzled at the idea of a cryptic pregnancy.

they were shocked to found out that Remus got down like that — multiple times — during their times at Hogwarts.

Remus had been walking around in the private waiting room, clearly stressed out. Lily frowned, seeing the stress that was very apparent on his face. Sirius sighed, standing up.

“come on, mate. pacing around won’t make her give birth faster. these births ..they take a while.”

Sirius explained, which seemed to calm down Remus just a bit. his shoulders loosen, and he sighed, looking down at his brown shoes.

“i know ..it’s just,” he clutched his fists, “it’s been hours. the doctors are looking more and more worried.” he murmured, causing the others to frown.

Remus was right. it had been a total of 18 hours since his girlfriend had gotten into labor, and the doctors looked less and less happy when they came back with news.

“looks like your genes are strong, you were quite stubborn when we first met during our first year,” James snickers, causing the tension to lift, and Remus to crack a snicker.

Remus had always been stubborn when it came to his feelings. when he first went to Hogwarts at the ripe age of 11, he almost hexed James because James had looked at him weird. that’s when they became friends.

looks like this baby was going to take most of Remus’s personality.

Peter was about to add on when the doctors came bargaining in, around 4 of them. they looked like they were straight out of surgery, with bits of unknown fluids and blood on their white doctor uniform.

“Mr.Lupin?” the first doctor asks, to which Remus immediately straightens up. “i’m sorry to inform you that your wife has passed away,” she wasn’t his wife, but the doctor’s words went right through his heart.

“what?” Remus’s voice slightly cracked. the doctors looked guilty, “she had passed away during child birth.” that’s when the next alarm went off in Remus’s head. “the baby! is — is it okay?” Remus asks.

Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily instantly stood up, Sirius waiting to hold back Remus in case he crashes out, and Lily holding onto James.

Lily knew Remus’s girlfriend, she was a sweet young woman and loved showering Remus in affection, so hearing that she just passed away was quite shocking.

“your baby is okay. in fact ..” the doctor looked back as another doctor entered the private waiting room, holding a bundle of blankets. Remus looked confused, taking a few steps forward before he gasped.

inside the bundle of blankets laid a small baby, sleeping soundly. the baby had H/T type of hair that was similar to the mother, and very chubby cheeks.

“we’re sorry about your lost, Mr.Lupin. though, please welcome your daughter.”

Remus felt an unfamiliar feeling in his throat, and his eyes glossing more than usual. the whole situation — his girlfriend passing away, and his daughter being born — was a lot to take in.

fat, salty, gushing tears started rolling down his cheeks as he started crying. he instantly grabbed the little bundle of joy from the doctor, cradling her softly. Sirius and the others instantly crowd around him, and the doctors go back into the hospital room.

“she’s beautiful,” Lily commented softly as her eyes gaze through the baby girl’s feature, her H/T hair, S/C skin, and chubby cheeks. James smiled softly, his eyes glossing as well, Peter gasped softly, and Sirius looked so happy.

“Y/N.” he said all of a sudden, “she always wanted to have a girl, and wanted to name her Y/N.” Remus softly said, his finger making its way to Y/N’s small fisted hands. as if feeling the familiarity, Y/N’s hands unclasped, and held onto Remus’s finger.

he cried a lot that day, he lost somebody, but he gained somebody new.

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raising a child was no easy task.

Remus was a new father, never really having siblings of his own, and his friends haven’t had kids yet. he struggled, obviously. you weren’t an easy task, since you predominantly were a good blend of your mother and father.

when you got into your teething stage, Remus was practically bouncing off the walls. he disliked how much the teething pained you, and wished he could whisk the pain away. the wizard doctors strongly advised Remus to not use magic on you yet.

your big E/C eyes would look at him as you cried because of your teeth coming in. Remus would frown and hold you in his arms, cradling you and whispering words that were unfamiliar to you.

he would sometimes show you picture of your mother, and you would instantly know who that was, your chubby hands grabbing at the photograph, and Remus would smile fondly.

Sirius and the others would pop in multiple times. Lily would love to hold you, twirling your hair between her fingers. James would challenge you, trying to show you how to crawl, using himself as demonstration. Sirius would shower you in gifts, your crib was filled with plushies up to the top.

Remus would find it weird how you would always try to separate Peter from Lily and James. you cried loudly just to get the two away from Peter. Peter would obviously be upset, but he can’t be upset at a baby, and would instantly smile when you would throw a ball at him.

when you finally started crawling, Remus would find you in the most random places. once, he found you near the door, chewing onto mail. another time, he found you in the cupboard in the kitchen, and Lily had scolded him for not babyproofing the house.

you would blabber nonsense to him, and cry and scream at odd times in the night. Remus swore he had eyebags everytime he had to bottle feed you because you would cry at exactly 2:46 am every single away.

but, he can’t help but adore you. you shared similarities to your mother, her giggles, her curiosity, everything reminded him of her.

when you had officially started walking, everything was turned on its head. you ran, walked, jogged, and jumped everywhere. every time Lily and James would visit, you would run towards them and hug them. when Peter would visit, you liked to bunny hop towards him. and when Sirius would visit, you would jog towards him.

your hair had grew out more, more like your mom’s hair. Remus would find himself watching you as you ate your lunch, proud that you have grown up very fast, and proud of himself for not freaking out about every little thing.

you had many interests — you liked talking to the frogs outside in the garden, naming them ‘Harry and Larry’, and Remus would laugh when he would see you trying to hop like the frogs.

when you would sing, the two of you would dance the night away. he liked dressing you up in dresses and clothing Lily had made, and you would shine so brightly when he would surprise you with them.

during your 1st birthday, the marauders went all out. the party was held at the house of Black, thanks to Sirius. you were dressed in a F/C fluffy dress, alongside a big fat bow that rested on your head.

Peter was in charge of the cake, and he almost ruined the whole party by almost dropping the cake, but thanks to Sirius’s quick thinking, the cake was saved.

your present table was towering with gifts. all of them stacked up — it was even taller than you! you smiled brightly as everybody took photos, your grin matching the one of Remus’s face.

everybody almost bawled their eyes out when Remus had held you, swaying you alongside the beat of a song, his eyes softening — not quite crying, but almost there — as he saw how big you were getting.

the next couple of 10 years went by like a flash. Remus blinked and all of a sudden you were turning 11, taller, bigger, and more like him than he would’ve ever imagined.

he remembered the toddler years, the way you would kick at his shin when you would get mad, how you yelled at Peter for stealing your dog plushie, how you cuddled up to Lily.

he also remembered how much you cried when you found out Lily and James were murdered, and how Peter was now dead, and how betrayed you felt by Sirius. you swore he would never do that, and Remus simply cradled you, crying himself.

that was the 2nd time he had ever cried. he always prided himself on not being overall emotional, looks like you got your mother’s emotional side. your mom was always an emotional one, when she found out she was pregnant, she cried, when she saw Lily at her wedding, she cried, when she saw a puppy, she cried.

unfortunately, a few days after you turned 11, you woke up crying. Remus was confused and wondering why you were bawling your eyes out so intensely. that’s when you had told them you had bleed out, and Remus was rightfully frightened.

he was confused — you didn’t seem hurt, but you were crying. you then showed him the crime scene, and everything dawned on him. you had started your period. a big puddle of blood stained your white sheets, and you were currently crying and embarrassed.

Remus poked his head out to try and find the nice old lady that sometimes babysat you while he was away. she was a Muggle, but it seemed like she knew more than she let on.

when the old lady was told by Remus that you had started your period, she was instant to help you. she bought you the right pills and menstrual products to help you, explaining you what periods were and how they worked.

Remus felt horrible. he knew that you should’ve had this conversation with your mother, but she unfortunately wasn’t here. it hurt him to his core, but he smiled nevertheless when he saw you look towards him for reassurance.

when your first Hogwarts letter came in, you had freaked out because an owl was looking at you through the window. Remus was over the moon, excited for you to experience Hogwarts just like he had years before.

he explained how his years at Hogwarts were, and what Hogwarts was. he told the good parts, and also the bad parts. he didn’t want to hide anything and have you freak out as soon as you got there.

soon, Remus took you to Diagon Alley. it was a very amazing place, and you were fascinated with everything. you knew about the basics of magic — little spells your dad had taught you for self-defense, and some lore about the wizarding word, including who-shall-not-be-named business.

you had accidentally ran into identical twins when you were getting your robes. they both had ginger hair, and mischievous smirks. you soon found out their names were Fred and George, who love chaos.

Remus wasn’t too fond of them at first. he had always sheltered you ever since you were young. he wasn’t ready to let his little girl away. he soon met Molly and Arthur, the parents of the twins and also parents to 3 other boys; Percy, Bill, and Charlie.

after that, you went to Ollivander’s to get your wand. Remus was a bit worried, wondering what kind of wand you would get. this would quite literally be the most dangerous item you’ll probably have in your life.

the first wand had the core of a phoenix feather, Ollivander had warned you, and you were excited yet nervous about the whole ordeal. Remus, on the other hand, was stressing.

wands with the phoenix feather as its core are known to sort of have a mind of their own, favoring witches and wizards with courage and persistence.

when you have it flick, you had knocked out all of the books of the bookshelf. embarrassed, you instantly gave back the wand.

the second wand had the core of a unicorn hair. you flicked it, and made your dad start floating in the air. freaking out, you gave back the wand.

the final wand had the core of a dragon heartstring. Remus frowned, taking a few steps back. you flicked, and Ollivander’s eyes sparkled.

after you had officially gotten your wand, Remus was ready to go home. the two of you had arrived early in the morning to avoid foot traffic. unfortunately, by the time you two were leaving, the foot traffic had just begun.

you held onto your father’s hand as the two of you maneuver the crowd, bumping into people and almost dropping your cage — the cage that held your new pet, a fluffy black cat named Coco.

this was the start of the beginning!

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1ST YEAR.

your first year had gone crazy. you were sorted into Gryffindor, and instantly recognize the familiar gingers you had met in Diagon Alley.

you quickly befriended them, and met their other brothers; Percy Weasley, whose glasses almost fell off his face because of how hard you were shaking his hand, Bill Weasley, whose smirk almost made you scared of him, and Charlie Weasley, who suggested you try out for Quidditch.

unfortunately, your first day ended in disaster since you, Fred, and George had gotten lost. Professor McGonagall was freaking out since she already lost some students and the headboy of Gryffindor was crashing out.

thankfully, the three of you got founded by the headgirl of Ravenclaw, and were safely returned back into the Gryffindor common rooms. Percy scolded his brothers, while Charlie laughed, and Bill asked if you were okay.

after that, you quickly made friends with other students in your year.

Lee Jordan was the second friend you made. he was very charismatic, and shot you a smile when he first saw you in Herbology class. he expressed his dream of becoming a Quidditch commentator, and you suggested talking to Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore about it.

Angelina Johnson was the third friend you made. she was very sweet and gave you honeydukes when you sat next to her in Charms. she had beamed about joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you supported her on the idea.

Alicia Spinnet was the fourth friend you made. she had accidentally spilled pumpkin juice on your robes during lunch and had apologized profusely. you forgave her and she immediately took you to the bathroom to get changed. she also wanted to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and you supported her fully.

one of the teachers scared you, though. Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, seems to have something against you. everytime he called your last name, it seemed like it was poison on his tongue.

for the holidays, the twins invited you over to the Burrow. Remus was more than happy to learn you were invited, seemly he was worried you wouldn’t make any friends at the start of school.

christmas with the Weasley’s was very exciting. you met the two younger siblings — Ron and Ginny. Ron was probably going through his curious phase cause he kept on asking you questions. Ginny was happy there was finally another girl.

the rest of your 1st year was filled with light hearted fun, and you quickly grown close with the twins, who always had your back against anybody who would try and bully you.

2ND YEAR.

your second year was filled with even more chaos than the year before.

Fred and George expressed their love for fireworks and pranks, and you offered to give them some prank ideas. they immediately took on your offer and you were excited.

Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George all had tried out for the Quidditch team. you cheered them on from the stands and prayed that they made it into the team.

thankfully, they did — after you bribed the captain with some cookies! jkjk, they got in through pure talent — they were over the moon.

Quidditch practice took up most of their time so you hung out more with Lee Jordan during these times. he always practiced his ‘commentary’ voice with you and you suggested the two of you try and convince Professor Dumbledore to get Lee has the Quidditch commentator.

after a bit of bribing, Professor Dumbledore appointed Lee has the official Quidditch commentator. Lee had hugged you so tight after that that you had felt the squeeze for 2 weeks after.

Lee had gave you special privileges, allowing you to be with him and the other Professors during the matches. Professor Snape always watched you like a hawk, though, and you were starting to get worried he was secretly planning your murder.

you always owl’ed your father during any free time. you would fill him in on the latest drama, what you ate that day, and how Hogwarts has been going for you.

he would owl back how his days were back at home, and how he’s planning on becoming a Professor at Hogwarts in the near future.

during the holidays, you invited the Weasley family over to your home. Remus was more than happy to host, and loved the fact that you had befriended such friendly people.

Remus had found out Arthur was an auror, and asked him questions on and on about his career. Molly had baked a batch of cookies in the oven and you were excited to eat them.

the rest of your second year was smooth sailing. Gryffindor won a couple matches in Quidditch, but unfortunately didn’t win the Quidditch cup. when you boarded the train on the last day, you were excited to come back.

3RD YEAR.

during your third year, you started seeing Fred a bit differently.

it wasn’t like you hated him or something, it was quite the opposite. Fred was always the more louder twin of the two, and despite George being your best friend, you felt your heart gravitate towards Fred.

you felt scared. you heard of numerous stories that contained a girl loving her best friend’s brother, and it ending horribly.

you tried to keep it a secret from George, but he knew you better than you did. he instantly interrogated you, questioning if you liked Fred. you instantly spilled.

George was ecstatic when he found out you liked Fred. he always had the feeling you were going to like a Weasley, and he knew his feelings were true.

this year was also the year you met the infamous Harry Potter, the only son of Lily and James Potter. you almost cried at the sight of him, seeing how much he looked like them and how Harry had Lily’s eyes.

you instantly befriended the boy, and also befriended Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger.

Hermonie was a bright girl, and you admired her knowledge. you already knew Ron, and he was more braver since you last saw him during the holidays.

Professor Snape would also glare at you.

this was also the year you befriended the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, who was also Percy’s best friend. you sort of had a mini crush on Oliver, since he was practically dreamy when you saw him.

George teased you constantly, saying that you were secretly cheating on his brother. you would smack him in the head after that.

during the holidays, you and the others stayed at Hogwarts. you owl’ed your father about staying, and he gave you the permission. he also owl’ed your gifts to Hogwarts and it was a ton of it pilling up in your dorm.

the rest of your year came and go, you were secretly watching over Harry, making sure he didn’t get hurt too much, and held him when he cried about his parents.

as you walked out of Hogwarts on the last day, you were excited to see what it had in store for the next year.

4TH YEAR.

Fred and George’s youngest and only sister Ginny had joined Hogwarts now.

she had started acting a bit weird since the start of the term, and you were worried for her. it felt like she was in this sort of trance and she would randomly disappear.

you expressed these thoughts to Percy, who was now Headboy of Gryffindor and also a Prefect. you felt it was right to tell him just in case anything happened.

this year, you fully took in the fact you had feelings for Fred. George kept making subtle hints to Fred, who unfortunately didn’t take the hint.

you owl’ed your father about your feelings for Fred. at first, he was acting dramatic per usual, but he calmed down when he realized it was Fred.

this was also the year you had an off and on fling with Marcus Flint, surprisingly. he was a year older year, and flirted like his life depended on it.

you liked Fred, but Marcus liked you and you felt rejecting him. George was furious that you were saying Marcus and didn’t talk to you for 3 days afterwards. Fred did the same, and you felt horrible.

afterwards, they came to their senses and even though they disliked Marcus since he was in Slytherin and the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they tolerated him for you.

Professor Snape would still glare at you, though.

the relationship landed for a few months until you broke up with him because he was disrespecting you in front of his friends, and you simply weren’t going to put up with that.

throughout the term, people were getting petrified. you were worried you were next and always kept a low profile during these times.

during the holidays, you told your dad about Marcus Flint. Remus was utterly confused and horrified, he thought you liked Fred and then you were dating some guy from Slytherin?

thankfully, because of the failed relationship, you got even closer with the twins.

during the last couple of months, you worry about Ginny heightened and you alerted Harry, Ron, and Hermonie about your worries.

Hermonie was soon petrified and you freaked out.

come to find out, Ginny was basically getting possessed by Tom Riddle, who used to be who-shall-not-be-named. she had his diary, before Harry eventually took it in and unlocked the mystery.

Percy was horrified to learn the reason why his sister was acting weird, and you knew that something was up with Ginny.

when the year finally came to an end, you were wondering what was in store for next year.

5TH YEAR.

this year was even crazier than last year.

your father, Remus Lupin, had officially became a Professor, specifically for the Defense Against The Dark Arts position.

you were over the moon, excited to see your father everyday now. Fred and George would giggle when they would see you standing next to your father because the two of you looked very similar.

this was also the year that Sirius had escaped Azkaban.

despite all his wronging, you desperately missed Sirius. he was a big part of your early years, and you swore to yourself that he would never kill Lily, James, or Peter.

Harry, on the other hand, despised Sirius. he was worried that Sirius was out to get him, since Arthur told him something like that of the sort.

George had tried to convince you to tell your feelings to Fred since you stepped foot in the dining hall during the first day. you were worried as hell, and decided to ask your father for advice.

your father suggested you tell Fred your feelings, and with that confirmation, you marched all the way to the Gryffindor common room and —

— completely walked by Fred.

George almost jumped you that day. for the next couple of days he kept grilling into your head to confess to Fred, and you wanted to build your confidence.

thankfully, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George all hyped you up Saturday evening. Fred was currently coming back from the Quidditch pitch after hanging out with some other friends, so this was perfect.

when you finally confessed, it was mess. you kept stuttering, freezing on the spot, and the others — Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George — would physically cringe at you.

what surprised you, was that Fred had actually liked you back! and before you knew it, you and Fred were a couple!

when you had told your dad, he was over the moon. he always knew that Fred had liked you, and was just waiting for the day you two got together.

with Sirius still on the run, Harry was getting more worried. you heard from other students that during the Boggart lesson, your dad had projected Harry from a dementor.

you were starting to envy Harry, since your father’s attention was always on Harry. the two had secret lessons dealing with the patronus charm to help protect Harry from the dementors attacking him.

you knew it was silly, but you don’t like the fact you had to share your dad. you are always a daddy’s girl, and the fact your father is playing attention to another child had you tweaking.

towards the end of the term, you found out that Peter was in fact — alive, and was also the reason why Lily and James were gone. you never had screamed as loudly as you did that night, freaking out Fred who was with you when you found out about the news.

that meant Sirius was an innocent man, and you were happy to learn that it wasn’t Sirius who committed those heinous crimes.

with Sirius now free thanks to Harry, Ron, and Hermonie, you balled up your jealousy and dunked it, your emotions for the fact that Sirius was back overrunning those feelings.

at the end of the term, you were holding hands with Fred, and excited to hear what would happen next.

6TH YEAR.

this year was hectic.

other schools have came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. the prize? no idea but not enough to get killed!

before school had even started, Arthur had invited you and the others to go to the Quidditch World Cup. you were excited to spend more time with your boyfriend, and to see your friends.

unfortunately, your trip was cut short as death eaters crashed it, blasting a dark mark into the sky, a sign that he was looming around.

the champions were already chosen — Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour from Beauxbaton, and Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts. surprisedly, Harry was chosen as a fourth champion.

everyone was thinking Harry was a cheater, but you stood by his side. Fred and George would give you confused looks, but shrugged it off. Ron absolutely despised it and didn’t talk to you for a while.

during the first task, you gave Harry some advice and made your way to the stands, where you saw Fred and George hosting a bidding match.

Fred has been a lovely boyfriend so far, showering you in affection which made George gag, and love giving you random chocolate frogs from his pocket.

after the first task, people slowly warmed up to Harry. you became a sort of big sister figure to Harry, and he always came to you for advice.

you quickly befriend Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion. he was charismatic and unknowingly flirted with you. Fred was not happy about that.

Cedric always came to you for advice on his crush, Cho Chang, and you offered your best advice, enjoying the little ship. that was until Harry came to you for advice on how to ask Cho out.

the second task was even crazier.

currently, Ron, Hermonie, Cho, and Gabrielle were deep into the dark lake. you were sat with Lee and Angelina, all three of you holding onto your breaths as the champions went down.

Fred and George continued on with their bidding pool, which made you ease up a bit because of how funny it was seeing them.

thankfully, everybody came up safely. Cho was saved by Cedric, Hermonie was saved by Viktor, and Ron and Gabrielle was saved by Harry. unfortunately, Fleur was attacked by grindylows which incapacitated her.

soon after, the news of the Yule Ball came around, and you were excited. your father had already sent you multiple dresses, sending you the big bow you had wore on your first birthday, which is now small on your head because of how big you’ve grown.

Fred, obviously, had asked you to be his date for the Yule Ball. he asked you out in the most Fred Weasley way, with fireworks and your friends helping with the proposal.

the night of the Yule Ball, you walked down with Ginny and Hermonie, beaming brightly. Ginny went off with Neville, and Hermonie went off with Viktor.

Fred swore he saw the stars when he saw you descending down the stairs. George kept saying that Fred looked very lovesick.

George had went with Angelina, and you giggled seeing the two in their matching outfits.

the night was one of the best you ever had, dancing the night away with Fred. laughter, smiles, and kisses were shared between the two, and you swore you heard George gag during it.

during the last task, you were excited. you wondered who would win, and gave both Cedric and Harry a hug before they went off. Fred held your hand as the two of you and your other friends were in the stands.

everything came crashing down when Harry came back with Cedric’s cold body, and your eyes widen when you realized Cedric was dead.

Harry had screamed that Voldemort was back, and how Cedric had asked him to bring his body back. Fred held you as you felt your body tremble, fear taking over you.

on the last day, you looked back at the castle, Fred’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, and George on your side speaking utter gibberish. this was your second to last year, and you wondered what next year would have in store.

7TH YEAR.

the summer before, you were at the house of Black, alongside with the Weasley’s and other members of the Order. Hermonie had arrived, and later on Harry. Voldemort was back and they needed to revolt.

back at Hogwarts? this year was just a mess overall.

ever since Harry’s trail, a lady named Dolores Umbridge has been patrolling Hogwarts. she was apart of the Ministry, and disliked the fact Harry was saying that Voldemort was back.

you obviously believed Harry. he wasn’t the type of boy to lie, and you saw the fear in his eyes, the way Cedric was limped in his arms on that fateful day.

of course, not everybody believed Harry. you defended him bent over and backwards because everybody accused him of being crazy and being an liar.

when Hermonie had came up to you about learning defensive spells taught by Harry, you immediately jumped on the bandwagon.

Umbridge was the Professor for Defense Against The Dark Arts, but she didn’t teach anything remotely close to it, which pissed you off.

that’s when you and a bunch of other students assembled, joining in on Harry’s cause to learn defensive spells when Voldemort decides to attack.

this is where you met a girl named Luna Lovegood, a silent but interesting girl. you instantly befriended her and protected her with your life.

you obviously owl’ed your father about the whole ordeal, and he supported whole heartedly, reminding you of the Order.

you spent countless hours in the Room of Requirements, dodging Umbridge and her goons, and learning new spells everyday thanks to Harry.

this also gave you some time to spend with your boyfriend. Fred would always pull you aside during breaks just to snog you, and George hated the fact he was always the one to catch the two of you.

during the holidays, Arthur Weasley was attacked. you comforted Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, feeling horrible about the whole ordeal.

Christmas was spent at the house of Black, and your father was excited. Remus had waited everyday to see you, worried that something had happened to you since Umbridge was practically taking over Hogwarts.

when everybody came back from the holidays, those in ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ quickly went back to work. this time, you all challenged the patronus charm.

when you did yours, it came out as a silver cat, reminding you of your fluffy feline, Coco. Fred’s and George’s patronus was a magpie, which kept circling around your patronus.

Ron had joked that your patronuses were flirting, and you blushed madly, earning a snicker from Fred and a wink from George.

unfortunately, Cho was under a truth serum from Umbridge, and accidentally ratted everybody out.

everybody was in deep trouble, and you felt betrayed by Cho, feeling sorry for her when you found out she was under a truth serum.

after this, Professor Dumbledore had basically ran off, escaping in style when the Minister had threatened to take him to Azakban.

this was the first time you seen Percy in years, and it felt like you didn’t even knew the man. when he looked at you — he didn’t look at you with the smile he always had, but the sheer disgust with anything dealing with Harry Potter.

‘Dumbledore’s Army’ was severely punished, everybody using the infamous quill that wrote into the back of your hand and scarred it for days.

you were scared to owl your father about everything at Hogwarts, so you kept quiet.

a few days before the younger years were due to take their OWLs, Fred and George had came up to you with their plan to end off their last year with a blast.

they also confided in you about their plan on opening up a joke shop called Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you were instantly on board with the whole ordeal.

and just as they said, the twins left off with a bang. setting off fireworks in the main hall where students were taking their OWLs, flying on their brooms. when they went outside, they officially announced their shop — Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

AFTER HOGWARTS.

after Hogwarts was even of a more mess than it was at Hogwarts. Voldemort and his death eaters were on the move, and you officially joined the order alongside the twins, now all being off age.

this is when you saw Fleur again, and realized her and Bill had fell in love. you teased them lightly and when you found out they were engaged, you were over the moon.

this is also where you met Tonks, your dad’s girlfriend. you were surprised, but glad to finally see your dad find happiness again.

when you had to watch your boyfriend turn into Harry when having to transfer to the Burrow, and when everybody set off, the death eaters were quick on your trail.

George had lost an ear, and you were worried sick for him. George is your best friend, and you held onto him for dear life as Fred rubbed your back.

thankfully, everything seemed to lighten up when it was time for Fleur’s and Bill’s wedding. you wore a beautiful dress, matching with Fred’s suit. just like the Yule Ball, the two of you danced the night away. that was until the death eaters crashed the night.

when Harry, Ron, and Hermonie set off to find the horcuxes, you were worried sick for him. Harry had always reminded you of the brother you never had, and him setting off on this dangerous journey had you thinking the wrong things.

when Ron came back after his and Harry’s fight, you and Fred immediately scolded him, and Ron was quick to return back to Harry and Hermonie.

the second wizarding word was intense. you never fought so hard before, defending everybody you lived against the one man who murdered the ones you loved. even though your body burned, you fought against it.

you fought alongside Fred and George. when a death eater got close to Fred, you were so close to using the Avada Kedava curse on the death eater, but chose against it.

your father and Tonks had fought bravely against the other death eaters, and you prayed silently that they would make it out alive.

but nothing stopped you from fighting.

even when Voldemort said that Harry was dead, you didn’t believe it. you didn’t believe that he would kill Harry, and your anger almost got the better of you.

when Harry finally defeated Voldemort, you were happy. slumping against Fred and George, smiling weakly as you held Luna and Ginny in your arms, who were worried that you were about to die.

4 months has passed since the war, and Fred had invited you to dinner to a fancy restaurant in London. that was when he popped the question, and you were overjoyed to say the least.

and as those 6 months passed as you and Fred were wedding planning, you can’t help but smile fondly growing older, becoming a young woman.

and Remus can’t help but feel himself tremble at the thought of his little girl growing up.

──── p r e s e n t ────

“dad?”

Remus was taken out of his thoughts as he heard the familiar voice that belonged to you. you smiled as you looked up at your father, holding your bouquet closer to your chest.

“are you ready?” you giggled, to which Remus scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “i’m ready! it should be me asking you that!” the two of you share some giggles.

Arthur peaked from behind the two of you, giving you the thumbs up. it was almost time for you to walk down the aisle.

Remus looked at you, the unfamiliar feeling in his throat coming back again. you looked at your father, and kept blinking, trying to prevent the tears from coming down.

“my little girl,” he whimpered silently, causing you to frown. “dad, you can’t make me cry before the vows.” you mumbled, looping your arms through his, causing him to frown even more.

he felt fat, salty, wet tears fall down his cheek, his lips quivering. this was officially the 3rd time he cried, but he doesn’t care.

“you’re getting married,” his voice cracked. “you’re growing up so fast. i love you.” he mumbled, sniffling. you let out a weak laugh, blinking profusely to prevent the tears from ruining your makeup.

“i love you too, dad. always had, and always will.”

as the two of you walked down the aisle, Remus can’t help but bawl his eyes out, thankfully given an handkerchief by one of the guests at the very end of the aisle.

as he gave you off to Fred, everything dawned into him. you were growing up, getting married, and won’t be Y/N Lupin anymore.

you were, simply to say, slipping through his fingers.

O.W.Ls were coming up, and as the end of your fifth year comes up, the sudden dread of the exams known as O.W.Ls were creeping up on you like a bad memory. 

Oliver wasn’t the type to dwell on exams, or classes in general. He always knew his breakthrough was going to be in Quidditch, and he done his research (surprisedly) and realized that he didn’t really need good grades to ride around on a broomstick as a profession.

Unfortunately, you were his best friend, and didn’t take him getting a low grade on one of the most important exams in Hogwarts history as easily as he would have liked.

You devised a study session between you and Oliver for that thursday night, so that Friday he will be able to have his Quidditch match without stressing about studying. Oliver hoped you would have forgotten about the whole study session by tuesday max.

So, whenever he would see you, he would completely go off topic even if you mentioned about thursday. To be truthful, Oliver did not want to study. He wanted to spend the night practicing for Quidditch, which was his one thing at life that would go for him.

Unfortunately for him, the morning of thursday came, and before he went out for early Quidditch practice at 5 in the morning, you reminded him of your study session later that night.

He was angry the whole time to Quidditch practice. Harry was worried, Fred and George took this opportunity to up their pranks, and the rest just tried to stay out of his hair so Oliver doesn’t end up snapping his broom in half.

But as the day went, he calmed down — meaning, he forgot about it — was enjoying his time with his peers and managed to dodge every single conversation about the O.W.Ls.

Until he decided to come late to the Gryffindor common room, having done some prefect patrol with his best friend, and as soon as he went right through that painting, he saw you.

You were surrounded by different books and parchment was on your lap, quill in hand as you had a big smile on your face. So, here Oliver was, frustrated at every dip he takes of the quill on the smudged parchment.

“This just doesn’t make sense,” Oliver groans, shoving away some books that were about some things on the O.W.Ls. 

He looked at you, “I don’t get it. How are you so focused on just — ..studying?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest.

You shrugged your shoulders, moving the parchment, books, and quills off to the side as you stood up. “I reckon you need a little break, something to ease you off.” You started to walk towards the muggle device called a ‘record player’ Harry had brought when he came back from a trip to London.

Oliver glanced at the record player, a bit confused. “Ease me off? Quidditch is the only thing to ease me.” He says, offended that you could suggest something else to calm his nerves down.

You rolled your eyes, back facing him. You opened the cupboard underneath the record player, seeing some vinyls Hermonie had brought from her muggle home.

You shuffled around in the cupboard, trying to find a specific vinyl. This vinyl had a song that Hermonie recommended to you because it eases her whenever she is super stressed.

“Are you seriously going to play some music?” Oliver asked as he sees you pull out a vinyl. He was surprised to see what you were doing.

You nodded, and put the vinyl into the record player, letting it start to play. Turning around, you faced Oliver.

“Come on, move freely. Unlike Quidditch, you can do anything to music.” You said as you swayed your hips a little bit as the music started its rhythm.

Oliver sat there frustrated, still crossing his arms. He looked like he was about to explode. You snickered as you moved around a little around the room, letting the music move your bones.

The music started gaining more rhythm, as the song started its lyrics, making you move your arms in a way that only made sense to you. 

You liked dancing to music, because there was no correct way to dance to music. You could dance a way and it will still be right considering to you.

Oliver still sat there, shaking his head in disappointment. He threw his head back once again, groaning loudly.

Snickering, you swayed towards him, before grabbing his wrist, pulling him up, catching him off guard. You stood him up, as you swayed your hips once again.

“Come on, Oliver. Dance a little. Y’know how to dance, right?” you giggled, cheekily smiling as the music moved your body along to the beat. Oliver just stood there awkwardly, stiff as a rock. You slowed down a little, wondering why he was just standing there.

Then it hit you.

He doesn’t know how to dance!

“Oh my Merlin, you don’t know how to dance! Don’t you!” Oliver quickly grew red, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He tried to sit down but you quickly shook your head and was quick to pull him back up.

Oliver groaned, “Fine. It’s true. I don’t know how to dance, I never really liked dancing.” He confessed under no pressure.

Though, he was right. Oliver never really had any reason to learn how to dance. He was always focused on Quidditch, and there wasn’t really dances at Hogwarts that required him to learn how to dance. That, and he never had a girlfriend.

But, suddenly in a place that basically requires dancing, he suddenly feels out of place, like losing a match in Quidditch. He feels weird, talentless, humiliated.

“Come on, it’s not that hard to learn how to dance! I’ll show you, just follow my step.” At first, Oliver was reluctant. He had two left feet and almost fell on you the first few tries.

But, with careful thinking and a really good technique that required you guiding him, he managed to get some of the steps down.

“Here, hold my waist, then i’ll hold your hand. My other hand goes behind your neck.” You explained as you guided his head to your waist, and held his hand with the other.

Oliver gulped. This seemed harder than the first time he learned how to play Quidditch, and even more nerve wrecking than he would have liked it to be. 

You took a step back, Oliver followed. You stepped to the side, Oliver followed. Every step you took, Oliver took the same steps. At first, you went slowly, taking the baby steps.

As the music went, Oliver slowly loosened up, now feeling the music in his body. It guided him like how he guided himself in Quidditch. It felt nice, and he loved and craved the feeling.

You and Oliver danced around the fire lit room for a while, just letting the music guide the two between the lines. You practically lost yourself in the feeling of bliss, as Oliver finally got the hang of it.

As the song ended, you and Oliver collapsed on the couch, giggling and chuckling to yourselves. Oliver looked at you, smiling.

“I never thought I could be ..calm. Like — non-quidditch-calm.” He chuckled, “That ..that was nice. Thank you.”

You snickered, punching him lightly on his shoulder, picking yourself up and leaning on your elbows. “Any time. Now, back to studying, shall we?”