I SAW A POST WHERE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FALLS IN LOVE WITH Y/N AND SAID FICTIONAL CHARACTER THOUGHT THEY WERE UNDER A LOVE SPELL AND GETS MAD AT THE NEAREST MAGICAL CHARACTER BUT NOPE THEY JUST CAUGHT THE FEELINGS™️
I thought for this pairing, I can introduce a new fandom. I know Harry Potter has been extremely controversial as of late but this series meant so much to me growing up. I complete disagree with JKR's views on transwomen and I highly believe that transwomen are real women. As far as I am concerned, Harry Potter is a collective fever dream that we all had as children.
Hogwarts during winter held a quiet beauty that couldn’t be compared to anything else, especially in the Gryffindor common room, at least, in Hermione’s opinion. Nothing could quite compare to the feeling of curling up in front of the warm fireplace, a drink by her side as she read tome after tome. It was her quiet, her sanctuary in the midst of the insanity that is usually brought about with her best mate fighting the darkest wizard in all of history.
Most of the time, the other Gryffindors knew not to bother Hermione as she was reading. She tended to get violent when she was forced to read the same paragraph over and over again. Although this time, she wasn’t being overtly bothered, hearing Fred, George and Ron arguing in the background didn’t exactly help her concentration.
“JUST ADMIT YOU DID IT!” Fred yelled angrily, his neck filled with angry red splotches, a common trait amongst the Weasley siblings whenever they got upset. “I SAW YOU SLIP SOMETHING IN MY DRINK!”
“I DIDN’T DO A BLOODY THING TO YOU!” Ron yelped as he dodged a fist that Fred sent his way.
“What exactly are they fighting about?” Ginny asked as she descended from the dorms and took a seat beside Harry, who was watching the fight, amused.
“Something about a potion,” Harry answered with a laugh. “It involves Y/N but I’m not quite sure how. You won’t try to stop them?”
“Not even mum can stop them if she wanted. She usually lets them tire each other out before she intervenes.”
Hermione’s annoyance soared. “If I have to read this paragraph again because—“
“YOU TROLL!” Fred yelled, lunging at Ron again before he was stopped by George holding him back. “I WILL—“
“ENOUGH!” Hermione said angrily, slamming the heavy book shut. She stood up, enraged, and glared at the fighting brothers. “What did Ron do that made you so angry that you’re fighting in the bloody common room while I’m reading?!”
Fred, George and Ron stared at her blankly. They looked almost comical. Fred’s hands were still in the air while he lunged at a cowering Ron with George’s arms wrapped around his twin’s middle in an effort to stop him from giving his younger brother a black eye.
“I didn’t do a bloody thing! Fred’s gone mental!” Ron accused.
“Mental?! I’ll show you mental!”
“STOP IT!” Hermione yelled before Fred could try and lunge at Ron again.
“Fred thinks Ron’s slipped a love potion in his drink,” George said, panting as he put his twin brother down.
“I don’t think it! I saw it!”
“You saw what you wanted to see,” Ron snapped. “I slipped water in your drink so you’ll finally see you like Y/N instead of following her around and whining and complaining about her every chance you could get!”
Fred blinked, dumbfounded. “What?”
As if on cue, the door to the common room swung open, revealing a gleeful Y/N, who strode into the room looking even happier than normal. Until, that is, she’d noticed the tense atmosphere.
“Everything alright, boys?” She asked the twins and Ron tentatively. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the brothers were the source of the tension. Their usually pristine clothes were rumpled, their faces red and splotchy, making their freckles standout starkly. Ron’s hair even stuck out at the back from when Fred pulled at it in an effort to reach Ron.
“Y-yes,” Fred managed to stutter out.
Hermione cracked an amused smile. It was almost comical how Fred Weasley, the Gryffindor who always swaggered about and around the castle, fully confident in himself and his, arguably, astounding abilities, stuttered while speaking to Y/N, one of the politest, nicest and humblest person she knew.
“Alright then,” Y/N said, the smile rushing back to her face as she made the climb towards the dormitories. “I’ll see you two at Potions. I can’t believe I nearly forgot my cauldron.”
Fred stared after her, eyes wide, mouth even wider as Y/N began climbing the steps to the dormitory
“Yeah, mate. You’re not in love,” George said sarcastically, earning a snicker from Harry, Ron, Ginny and even Hermione.
“I don’t fancy, Y/N,” Fred grumbled when Y/N was out of sight.
“That’s not what we saw,” Ginny snickered. “My big brother’s in love. And with Y/N no less!”
“I am not in love with Y/N!”
“Oh no, of course not,” Harry chimed in with a devilish smile. “You only ever stare after her and always somehow comment on the smell of her perfume.”
“It’s not my fault she smells like vanilla and strawberries,“ Fred said, his voice entering a dream like quality.
“Oh, Freddie,” George tutted as he took one of the vacant seats by the fireplace. “All grown up and in love.”
“I am not in love with Y/N!” Fred insisted, taking another seat.
“I can’t blame you, to be honest,” Ron said taking another seat. “She’s got nice—“ Ron paused at the sight of his brother’s stare and reconsidered his next words. “…hair. She’s got nice hair.”
“Nice hair?” Hermione scoffed with an eye roll. “Honestly, Ronald, have you never complimented a girl before?”
“She’s really quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Ginny chimed in. “I heard, even Cedric Diggory likes her.”
“What?” Fred asked, perking up. “Diggory likes her?”
“Mm-hmm,” Ginny nodded. “I heard he plans to ask her to the Yule Ball.”
“Y/N isn’t into buff Hufflepuffs,” Fred said snapped.
“Buff Hufflepuffs who are terribly handsome, athletic, smart and a Tri-Wizard champion?” Hermione teased.
“I could have been Tri-Wizard champion. And I’m just as handsome and clever as Diggory.” The redhead said defensively. “Those aren’t qualities Y/N looks for in a boy.”
“Because you know so well what Y/N likes,” Harry mocked.
“I thought Diggory liked Cho Chang?” Fred frowned.
“Cedric likes Cho?” Harry asked, perking up. “I—“
“Looks like little Harry’s got a crush,” Fred smirked, glad to have the subject moved away from him.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet, Fred,” George smirked. “We’re still talking about your love for Y/N.”
As though she was summoned, the sound of bounding footsteps interrupted Fred as Y/N skipped down the stairs, her cauldron and textbook in hand. The group openly stared at her as she descended, causing a self-conscious frown to creep up on her otherwise lovely face. “Why are you all staring at me? Is there something on my face?” She touched her face, looking for a dirty mark that the five other Gryffindors were surely starting at.
“No. Your face is perfect,” Fred said dreamily before clearing his throat to bring his voice back down an octave. George shot his twin brother a funny look, causing Fred to glare at him, which George only smirked at.
“Oh,” Y/N said, a little surprised at Fred’s response. “Thank you, Fred. Your face is looking rather perfect too.”
Fred beamed at her. “I am terribly handsome, aren’t I?”
Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smiled had begun to lilt at the edge of her lips. “Yes, you are terribly handsome, Fred.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that, Y/N,” Ginny teased. “My brother’s already big head will get even bigger. Soon enough, it might not fit through the doors of the common room.”
Fred scowled at his sister and threw a pillow at her head, which she caught easily enough. Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother while Y/N laughed.
“We’ll see you at potions, yeah?” Fred said to Y/N in an effort to change the topic.
“Oh, speaking of potions, do you think you can cover for me? I might be a tad late. Cedric sent me an owl asking me to meet him by the lake. Said he’d like to ask me something.”
“Oh? Well, Snape won’t like that. You being late. You’re his star student.” Fred said at the realization that Cedric might actually ask Y/N out to the Yule Ball.
“Snape doesn’t like a lot of things,” Y/N said, letting out a bell like laugh. “Besides, Cedric said it was important for me to be there. He might need help with homework or his task. I’d feel terrible if I ignored a friend in need.”
“Homework,” Fred said dubiously. “Diggory’s smart. I’m sure he doesn’t need much help.”
Y/N shrugged, her smile still wide. “Who knows. All I know is that a friend is in need. The least I can do is help our school’s Tri-Wizard champion.”
“Harry’s a Tri-Wizard champion. Won’t you help him?” Fred said weakly.
“Oh. Uhm, do you need help, Harry?”
Harry shook his head, his sable hair flying. “Not at all. I’ve got Hermione and Ron to help me out. You should go. The longer you wait here, the later you’ll be for Snape’s class.”
Y/N beamed at the Chosen One. “Well if our second Tri-Wizard champion says so.” And she slipped out of the door.
“Harry!” Fred snapped the moment the door closed after Y/N. “Why would tell her that? Diggory’s going to ask her out to the ball!”
“She’ll say yes!” Fred groaned, slumping in his seat, expression glum. “Of course she’d say yes! Even I’d say yes to Diggory.”
“You know what you’ve got to do, mate,” George said, nudging Fred’s elbow that rested on the red velvet armchair.
“Chase after her and ask her out before Diggory does.”
Fred stared at his twin for beat before he leapt off his chair and ran out the door, leaving the others in his dust.
“Think she’ll say yes?” George asked the others.
“Oh, absolutely,” Ginny nodded her head vigorously. “Y/N likes Fred even more than Fred likes Y/N.”
Ron swore, dug into his pockets and handed a snickering George and a smiling Ginny a galleon each.
“You were betting on this?” Hermione exclaimed, clearly appalled.
“Mum’s in on it,” Ginny replied smugly. “In fact, everyone in the family is. It’s not everyday Fred gets a crush.”
“Percy even bet that Fred would never confess his feelings,” George added. “Bloke now owes me five galleons.” A devious smile slithered its way to George’s mouth. “He’d hate to know that I’m spending these five galleons on tongue-tied toffee.”
“Do you reckon he’s caught up to her yet?” Harry asked.
“Oh, yes. Most definitely,” Hermione answered.
The group paused briefly and let the ringing silence envelope them, waiting for a sign of life beyond the common room doors.
For a moment, there was no sound aside from the occasional echoing chatter of people passing by the Gryffindor Tower in an effort to get to class.
“Do you hear anything?” Ginny asked. “He should be cheering by now, right?”
“What if he got rejected?” Harry asked, horrified.
“Fred? Rejected by Y/N? That’s a bloody joke if I saw one,” George snorted.
After a few moments, they heard the sound of Fred’s lonely footsteps as he entered through the common room, a crestfallen look on his face.
“Oh, Freddie,” George said, a frown on his own face at the sight of his twin’s sullen look.
“Looks like, Y/N isn’t so nice after all,” Ginny said sadly.
“It isn’t her fault, really,” Fred sniffled as he took a seat in one of free armchairs. “I was just too late.”
“You can always ask someone else. I’m sure the next girl you ask will say yes,” Hermione offered.
Fred waved her off miserably. “No. I don’t think that’s necessary. Y/N’s agreed to be my date.”
“Oh, Fred. I’m sure if you—“ Ron trailed off as Fred’s words sunk in. “What?”
Fred’s once miserable looked blossomed as his eyes brightened and he released a loud laugh. “You all should have seen your faces! You looked more devastated than I did!”
Ginny let out a sound of anger as she threw one of the throw pillows towards her older brother who easily caught it with one hand as he continued laughing.
“You really got us there, Freddie,” George laughed good-humoredly. “I nearly fell for that myself.”
“She actually said yes? How’d you ask her?” Ron asked.
“Looking for tips so that you can ask someone yourself?” Fred teased.
“No.” Ron’s face reddened into a blush.
“I just asked her if she’d like to go to the ball with me and she said yes.”
“And she actually agreed?”
“Of course. It’s not everyday I ask someone out,” Fred said with a confident grin.
“Now you know what your next challenge is, right Fred?” Ginny said, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Making sure mum sends you proper dress robes so you don’t look ridiculous standing next to Y/N at the ball.”
And with Fred’s resounding groan, it seemed he agreed.
