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wrote something for you xoxox
fred was slightly anxious when you first entered weasleys' wizard wheezes, he admits at this moment he may have accidentally thrown you into the deep end when you originally said you wanted him to "show me everything," he probably shouldn't have chosen to bring you into the shop when it was open. luckily it was one of those rare days that it wasn't busy but the costumers there could spot that you were a muggle from a mile away. you stare in wonderment at some of the products on the shelf next to fred before whispering to him, "this is so magical freddie."
fred chuckles at your reaction, "that's because it's magic love."
you pout at him and cross your arms, "hush you." fred smirks and he hears you squeal and practically rush over to the over side of the shop where something has caught your eye. "ooo what's this fred?" you point over to the wonderwitch display.
george watches you and brushes against fred and snickers, momentarily stopping, "shoulda brought her here closing, it might be overwhelming and wizardfolk are still shopping around."
fred looks at you with such love in his eyes that george rolls his eyes and makes a mental comment to tease him later about how smitten fred is with you. maybe earlier he would've agreed with him but not now, "nah, she's too cute, this is funnier."
fred goes over to see what you were specifically looking at and peers behind your shoulder. "do these really work fred?" you ask him looking at all the love potions.
"absolutely, best love potions around, these are," he replies proudly.
"are they like what non-wizards think love potions are? or are magic love potions different? are they unethical like non-magic people think about love potions?" you question.
fred suppresses the laugh that threatens to come out of his mouth as he hears that you've clearly forgotten the term 'muggle' even though he's said it plenty of times. "well i don't know what muggles think love potions are but they're potions that make someone fall in love, it's only for about 24 hours."
"can you really do that?" you look at him in awe.
"i'm a wizard love, and a good one at that," he grins at you. "but don't worry you don't need to give me a love potion i'm already head over heels." he wraps his arms around your waist.
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Summary: You have been best friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts. You developed a crush on George and you didn't say anything. What you didn't know was that the boy felt the exact same way.
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Warnings: None, just good ol' fluff.
A/n: Hii guys!! I'm back!! So, lately I've been completely OBSESSED with George, bc it's George, and I came up with this idea and wrote it down. Hope y'all like it, and if you do pls give it a like, so others can see it too. Love you guys! XOXO
Words: 1,876
You and the twins had met when you were going to your first year at Hogwarts. Instantly, the three of you clicked, being friends the first time you met. You shared a cabin with them in the Hogwarts Express, you telling them how excited you were to finally start to go to Hogwarts. You were a muggle born and them being pure bloods wanted to know more about the muggle world. You explained to them how only the closest people to you knew you were a witch, and that in your house magic of any kind was completely forbidden.
You and they twins created a strong bond with time, but, as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were closer to George then you were with Fred. He was one of your best friends, but he was also the one you had developed a crush on on first year. You had the courage and guts and told Fred about it on your third year at Hogwarts, he was extremely happy to know you trusted him in such way to tell something like this. What you didn't know was that George felt the same and told his twin as well. Fred was the only one that knew about the crush you had on each other, but didn't tell anything to either of you. Fourth and fifth year came along quickly, none of you saying or doing anything to show each other your real feelings, from the fear of getting rejected.
You were on the plataform 9ž. Waiting to go on the train ride for the sixth year. You wouldn't go inside without your best friends. You weren't going inside without George. "Y/n, darling, shouldn't you be in the train by now? It will leave soon.", your mother said. Your parents were divorced and you lived with your mother. She loved the twins, and knew about your crush on George. She was beyond happy when she heard, supporting you hipothetical realationship either way. "Mom, you know I won't go in without Fred and George!", I said clearly frustrated that they hadn't arrived. I was on my tiptoes watching over peoples heads to fins the two redheads. Finally I spotted two firery colored hairs on the crowd. "GEORGE! FRED!", I shouted at the top of my lungs making them turn my way. "Y/N!", they shouted back and started running towards you.
You met halfway, as you ran to them as well. You hugged both of them tightly, drifting apart eventually. "Oh, Merlin, I've missed you so much Y/n.", George said hugging you again. The hug lasted a little too long. "Let's get our things and hop in quickly, the train is about to leave!", Fred said making you and George take in your surroundings once again. "Oh, you're right.", you took my things and hugged your mom goodbye. You missed her so much during school, but you loved Hogwarts as well. You three hopped in and found a cabin for yourselves. When you finally had settled, George looked a bit too nervous. "Y/n, I- we wanted to ask you something.", he said looking at Fred nervously. "Go ahead.", you said confortingly. George looked at Fred and the same nodded. George turned his gaze to you. "We wanted to know if you wanted to go to the Burrow on Halloween. So you could finally meet our family.", he said giving you a weak smile. Although you were best friends, you had never met their family.
They said it was because the amount of time they spent with their family was absurd and that they wanted to be alone when they could. They made it clear they loved their family more than anything, but they wanted to have some alone time when possible. The invitation made you go in a state of pure shock, that soon faded to excitement. "I would love to! It's going to be amazing to finally meet you guys' family!", you said jumping with excitement. The time until Halloween flew. You had just finished packing your bags, when you heard a knock on your dorm door. "Y/n, can we come in?", George asked. "Sure!", you told them, still closing your backpack. Since it was a three day stay you just took the necessary.
"Then come on, mom is going to be waiting for us at the station.", Fred said leaving you and George on the room alone. Your back pack wasn't closing, as much as you tried. "Let me help you with that.", George said closing your backpack easily. "That's not fair! How come you can do it and I can't?", you asked obviously frustrated. "Because I'm stronger than you, love.", he said kissing your cheek, leaving you completely flustered. "L-Let's get going. I don't want to miss the train.", you said heading out of the room quickly. The train ride was fun and joyful, just three teenagers laughing about nothing in particular. Soon you arrived at the platform, nervousness building up your guts to meet your best friends' mom, or should you say, your best friend and your crush's mom. George noticed your nervousness and came up to you. "Hey, no need to be nervous, she's going to love you. Just as I do.", he said looking straight into your eyes.
The boy was hoping you would get the hint that he liked you, but you never did, which made him frustrated. You reddened again, smiling up at the redhead. He took your hand and helped you out of the train. You noticed a woman with redhair and you assumed it was her, and you were absolutely right. That was the famous Molly Weasley. To say you were freaking out was an understandment. George never left you side, never for one second. You walked up to the woman and you gulped dryly. "Mom, this is Y/n.", said the taller one sweetly. Immediately she flashed a huge smile and hugged you tight. "It's so nice to finally meet you, dear! I'vee been waiting for these two to bring you for so long now, we've heard a lot about you sweetheart.", she said still engulfing me in her conforting arms. I've never felt so relieved in my life. "It's really nice meeting you too, Ms. Weasley! I've been wanting to meet for for a long time now.", you said frankly.
The ride to the Burrow was beyond nice. Ms. Weasley was so sweet to you, talking about how beautiful you were and how they were all super excited to meet you. Eventually we arrived, Fred and George carrying the baggages. "Boys leave it at the door, you'll need to decide rooms before getting the luggage upstairs.", she said firmly. "Alright, mom.", they said in unisound, making you giggle a bit. "Arthur! Ginny! Ron! Percy! Y/n is here!", the woman said at the door. All of a sudden the sound of running footsteps was loud in your ears. A man, two boys and a girl appeared. "Hello my dear, welcome to our house! I'm Arthur.", the man said sticking his hand out. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley.", you said shaking his hand. Everyone in the room presented themselves and you sat at the living room to talk.
You told them that you were a muggle born, making Mr. Weasley choke on his water glass. "Oh, please, can you tell me about the muggle world? I'm delighted about the muggle inventions!", he said joy blowing from his eyes. You spent the whole afternoon talking about the muggle world, how different it was, how you dealt with the problems that witches and wizards solved with magic, all the muggle inventions you loved and constantly used. George was fascinated about how passionate you looked talking about your roots, never ever denying or being ashamed of them. "Alright, I think it's time for all of you to go to sleep now.", Ms. Weasley said to the teenagers. "Alright, mom. I'm just gonna show something to Y/n outside. We wont be long. He took your hand and led out of the house, taking you up on a hill. The moon was shining bright. "Oh, Georgie. That's beautiful.", you said looking at the view. George had been the whole afternoon building up the courage to tell you he liked you. And when you said that, he knew he couldn't miss the oportunity.
"But not as beautiful as you.", he said looking at you. Your gaze turned to him and you blushed. "Y/n, I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, and I don't care if it's not reciprocal, I need to take this off my chest.", he paused to look deep into your eyes, never faultering to look at them. "I love you, Y/n. From the way you laugh to the way you smile contently when you eat a candy you like. From the way you blush when someone compliments you, to the way you bite your lip when you are focused. I love all of you, Y/n.", he said and you thought you weren't breathing at all. You were still processing the information the just threw on you. And George undertood that as a rejection. "If you don't feel that way, we can still be frien-", you put a finger over his lips and shushed him. "Georgie, you don't know how I am absolutely happy right now. I love you too, you silly redhead.", you couldn't contain your smile anymore. You just couldn't. Both of you didn't notice that you were getting closer and closer to each other.
Your lips touched and you felt fireworks up your stomach, just like the ones George used to make. The kiss was sweet and passionate, tongues rolling in synch, your bodies desperate to be closer. Your hands were on his fire colored locks, while his were on your waist pulling you even closer. The air was being needed and you separated. "This was intense.", George said out of breath. "Yeah.", you agreed. "Y/n, do you wanna be my girlfriend? I'm dying to call you my girl.", George asked in a faint laugh. "Yes! I thought you'd never ask.", you answered kissing him again. After a while you came back to the Burrow, you fingers intertwined. George opened the door and let you come in first. Fred standing near the table waiting for us. "How did it go?", he asked George. "She said yes.", George smiled to his brother looking down at you.
"Thank Merlin! I couldn't stand you guys anymore.", Fred said letting out a sigh. "What do you mean?" you asked confused by the boy's relief. "Well, I knew you had a crush on each other since third year, but I thought you were going to make it out yourselves. But I was wrong. It took you two three years too finally sort it out!", he said bluntly. You looked over at George and saw pure anger in his eyes. "So you're telling me that you knew she liked me back for three years and didn't tell me she did?! Letting me suffer emotionally, because you thought we were going to 'sort it out'?!", George's tone was filled with anger. "Yes, pretty much.", Fred answered normally. "I'M GOING TO FRICKING KILL YOU, FRED!"
could you possibly do a fred x reader domestic fluff fic? i just canât get the idea waking up with fred and doing everything together, even showering together bc iâd like to think heâs that clingy đ, and everyday normal things. idk iâm a sucker for fluffy fred. âşď¸
omfg YESSS this was a cuteeeeeeee request and thank you so much it was very fun to write
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The sunlight streamed through the window, cascading down the slope of his nose. It accentuated the slight bump of which I have left many kisses, which he has dug into my neck many times when he refused to let me go whilst peppering my collarbones with kisses, whispering in my ear how much he needs me.Â
The memories filled my heart with adoration for the man in front of me. His eyes were shut, lashes fawning over his freckled cheekbones. I let a lazy smile plaster my face as I took in his sleeping form. I felt his even breathing fawn over my neck, lips ever so parted. His arms held me against him, legs tangled with mine under the duvet.Â
Craning my neck I squinted at the clock on our bedside table, being able to make out the little blue letters that read 10:27. I turned back to him. His hair in this lighting made him look like he was glowing, how it looked almost glittery in the sunlight made me seriously consider staying and staring at him for the next hour.Â
Slipping from his grasp was a task within itself. His grip was tight but I successfully slipped out without waking him. Turning on the shower I stripped down. The water was warm, my muscles instantly relaxing under the steady stream.Â
âW-What are you doing?â Letting out a shriek, I peeked my head out of the curtain. Fred stood there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he resembled a child, his clothes hung oddly and nearly falling off of him and his hair stuck up in odd places.Â
âFreddie Iâm taking a shower.â I almost laughed out, I felt a combination of nerves and humor run through my body.Â
âWell I woke up and you werenât there, and I didnât know where you went.â He used his free hand to gesture at the bedroom, âC-Can I join you?â His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot as he asked.Â
âCome on baby,â I said pulling back the curtain enough for him to step inside. His mood shifted immediately, he grinned gratefully, quickly pulling his clothes off, nearly tripped over his pants in the process. I returned to my hair, wetting it and shutting my eyes. My hands were replaced by Freds as he slowly massaged soap into my scalp. We bathed like that, each taking our time to wash each other. The movements werenât sexual, they were loving.Â
After we were both washed we stood silently under the water, my head tucked under his and his arms around my back. Swaying slightly to a nonexistent tune.Â
âDarling?â His voice cut through the silence. I hummed in response, pushing my face further into the warmth of his chest. âI think we should get out, for the sake of our water bill.â I let a small laugh escape my lips as I pulled back to look at him.Â
His hair looked dark brown being wet, pushed away from his face. Small droplets of water clung to his face, rolling down the sides and dropping off his jaw. His eyelashes held small drops of water that would deposit onto his cheeks each time he blinked. Nodding my head I leaned down to turn off the water, shivering as the air attacked my wet skin. Fred got out first, offering a hand to help me step out of the tub. He then leaned down to grab towels out of our cabinet, as he did so I wrung out my hair. I tried to grab a towel when he swatted my hands away, opening it himself and wrapping me in it. My arms were folded across my chest in his tight embrace.Â
âFreddie?â He hummed in response. âYouâre still naked.â He pulled his head out of my hair and looked down at our bodies pressed together. He blinked a few times before grabbing the other towel and covering himself up. It was funny watching him, like he had to wait for his brain to turn on before he could properly think.Â
Getting dressed was always hard with Fred, not because he refused to but because he would always stop me from doing so. Today was no different. After throwing on his own clothes for the day, sweat pants and an old tshirt, he sauntered up to me pulling my garments out of my hands before I had a chance to put them on.Â
âYou really donât need clothes you know.âÂ
âI donât fancy walking around the flat naked.âÂ
âBut if you are then I get to see your pretty body all day.âÂ
âFred the flat is cold, Iâll freeze to death.âÂ
âThen I will hold you, or we could do other things to warm you up.â I rolled my eyes at his suggestive statement, smiling as a plan formed in my head.Â
âFine.â I pretended to give in.Â
âReally?â I watched his eyes light up like a kid being told they will be taken to the candy store.
âOh yeah!â I feigned enthusiasm. âIâm going to go make some breakfast in fact.â Dropping my towel I walked towards the door. âDo you think George is up for a spot of lunch?â Turning on my heel I watched as the color drained from his face.Â
âYou know he might not be up, Iâll go get him.â I turned again, walking towards the door, my hand had barely brushed against the door knob when Fred pulled me back. His arms encircled my waist pulling me away as I laughed. He threw me on the bed, I bounced as I landed but before I could get up again he jumped on top of me pinning me down.Â
I giggled as my eyes met his, they had a crazed look in them. He leaned down peppering kisses over my face, collarbones, and shoulders.Â
âYou wouldnât really do that would you?â His voice was soft as he spoke, looking into his eyes I could see past his confident facade and into his insecurity.Â
âNo, I just like getting on your nerves.â I leaned up, kissing the tip of his nose.Â
âThatâs a relief.â He sighed.Â
âThough the more times you stop me from getting dressed the more I want to streak down Diagon Alley.â His eyes widened, mouth falling agape. He narrowed his eyes.Â
Warning(s): a little bit of baby talk but thatâs all.
Summary: just an ice cream date with Ginny:)
Genre: fluff!
A/N: first post for Lesbian visibility week! If you donât know, Iâm writing only wlw fics for this whole week :)
Not proof read!
You were finally awoken by a soft animal pulling at your blanket with its claws, purring as they did. You rubbed your eyes, barely getting out of your blissful dream. You turned to see the Grey kitty sticking its head into your blanket, you lightly laughed. You pet yours and Ginny's cat - that you both had both gotten immediately when you moved in together - before getting up from your bed.
You looked around the chilly room, the sunset already up, no pretty view for today. The cold floor of the flat made goosebumps rise on your skin, the feeling making you cringe slightly. You grabbed a throw blanket that Molly had knitted for you, throwing it over your back and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the room to be greeted by an empty living room, only boxes were scattered around along with the couch and dining table.
When you and Ginny got to the apartment, you both delayed everything. Ginny only took out the important items and not the furniture that was there for looks, were you happy about it? No. But were you okay with it because you love Ginny? Yes.
It'd be an understatement to say you just love Ginny, honestly, you'd do anything for her. Just the thought of Ginny made your mood better, an instant smile would play on your face.
The sound of your phone going off startled you a bit, the silence seemed loud already. You made your way to your phone, Ginny's picture showing up on the screen, your smile grew.
"Hey beautiful," you heard her speak.
"Hey love," you walked to the couch and sat down, ignoring the cold feeling of the leather.
"Did you have a good morning?" You heard the doors opening on the other side of the line.
"Perfect. Are you leaving work early?"
"Yes, because I have a surprise for you. Get ready, I'll be there in twenty." As soon as the line ended you got up and made your way to the shared closet, finding some comfortable clothes to get in. You got ready, and like on cue, Ginny got home right as you finished brushing your teeth.
Ginny wore her usual black slacks, her white button-up had a few loose bottoms, the sleeves folded to her forearm and a coat being around her shoulders. You ran up to her and pulled her into an immediate hug.
"Wow, didn't I just see you last night? It's only been a few hours and you're squeezing me as if you haven't seen me in years." Ginny joked, pulling away and giving you a long kiss, "Let me get ready then we'll go." She muttered against your lips before pecking them one last time before walking into the bedroom.
"We almost there yet?" You complained. The two of you had been walking for at least thirty minutes now and your feet were already starting to hurt. Ginny looked and you and laughed.
"Almost, beautiful." She pulled you a little forward till you faced an ice cream parlor. "We just moved and I know how much you adore ice cream and you know I heard this place wasâ"
"Thank you." You smiled before walking into the shop. Even though it was an ice cream parlor, it smelled sweet. You held Ginny's hand as she ordered both of your favorite ice creams, chocolate, and strawberry. You and the redhead walked out of the parlor with the ice cream in your hands, "Thank you again, Ginny," you snuggled your head into her neck.
"No need to thank me beautiful."
You and Ginny walked to the nearby park, watching little kids play. You'd always wanted kids but you never knew if Ginny wanted some. You were embarrassed to ask as if you wanted kids was a deal-breaker. You finally built up the courage while eating your ice cream, setting it on your lap. "Hey, Ginny."
"Yeah?" She asked softly, licking the remaining ice cream from the spoon.
"Ever thought about kids? Like us adopting or something." You spoke embarrassingly, fidgeting with your fingers. There was silence before she inhaled lightly.
"Yes, I've always wanted kids!" You sat up from her arms and looked at her, she looked at you worryingly at your quick actions, "what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, I'm just...surprised I guess you can say." You set your cup down and pulled Ginny into a kiss, "are you sure about that or are you kidding? Because it wouldn't be a very funny joke.
Ginny pulled away and held your hands in hers, "Y/NÂ Y/L/N, I'm very sure and honest I want to have kids...preferably with you." You laughed and shook your head.
"You know how much I love you right?"
"There is nothing better than hearing you say that."
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You pace in front of the room of requirement, partially from nerves, and partially because you know that you have to.
Quickly, you open the door and slip inside. The room has morphed into a surprisingly warm area. The golden-brown hardwood floors seem to glow and mirrors line the walls. A small table holds water, pumpkin juice, and small apple pies (which youâve always found more agreeable than pumpkin pasties)
The door creaks open, and you hurriedly whip around.
âRelax, I wonât bite y/n,â Fred jokes. You breathe a sigh of relief until he continues âunless you want me to of course.â He throws a wink at you. You spare a moment to roll your eyes. Honestly does this boy want you to have a crush on him?! Glancing at the clock, you get down to business.
âNow, Iâm not going to look like a fool at the dance, and Iâm sure whoever youâve asked will not appreciate if I send you dancing like you have been,â you pause to breathe but Fred cuts you off before you can speak again.
âI havenât asked anyone, that isnât a concern,â a glimmer of hope gluckere across your eyes, but you brush it away.
âNonetheless, what if Mcgonagal asked you to dance! Then youâd feel-â
âHave you asked anyone y/n/n?â
âWell I- No, but thatâs beside the point,â
âAnyone asked you?â
âYes, but again, beside the point. Letâs practice,â you say firmly. Merlin, he canât find out how many boys youâve rejected. Then heâd ask why. And honestly, you hardly had an answer yourself sometimes. Until you looked into his eyes, or counted his freckles, or felt him nudge your arm- you gently shake your head and grab his hand.
The floor begins to glow, and gold footprints appear for you to follow. You begin to count softly, as music starts. Gee this room really did have everything.
âAnd why havenât you accepted?â Fred whispers, now close enough you can feel his breathe pass by your ear. You think of a way to escape this situation.
This situation where your heart is beating much too fast. Your cheeks are blushing much to pink. Your train of thought feels more like a pogo stick. So you say the first thing you think.
âBecause none of them can dance,â The next moment the music swells and you practically take flight. You feels as if youâre a fresh spring blossom, blowing in the air.
âBy Godric Fred,â you sigh, deciding now is as good a time as any. This pure, perfect, happy moment. âItâs because they arenât you,â
A smile is pressed against your lips, all while you twirl and step around the enchanted room. The delicate gold candle light blankets you both in what you imagine love would look like, if it left a trail behind it. Leaning into Fred you realise. This. This is what itâs like to waltz on love.
â-itâs our first night off in the flat, Moons, why one earth would-â
âBecause itâs being helpful-â
Suddenly, the door in front of them was opened, revealing a very hassled looking Molly Weasley. Her floral dress stuck tightly to her curves, and her hair was tied up in an orange bun. Her scowl melted into a relieved smile as she spotted the two of them, standing awkwardly at the doorway.
âCome in, dears, come on in,â she said breathlessly, waving her hand.
The two glance at each other, before stepping into the Burrow.
The warmth enveloped them, and the Christmas atmosphere was echoing from the walls, filling the house, though it was still a week away. A large Christmas tree that just scraped the roof was standing towards the corner, decorated with ribbons that had been charmed to light up.
Floating tinsel decorated the walls, except for the one that a small, ginger toddler was hanging off, startling Remus who heard a snort turned into a cough from Sirius.
Mrs Weasley just seemed to notice, as she started shouting in a tired voice.
âCharlie, please get off the tinsel! Bill! Bi-ill! Go play with your brother!âÂ
Remus and Sirius heard a young voice shout âIâm doing something!â from upstairs, followed by a long sigh from Mrs Weasely.
âWell, now you see what youâre getting into,â said Molly, turning to Remus with an apologetic look on her face.
âOf course not, Iâm sure itâll be fine.â
âThatâs what Arthur and I thought, and look where we got.â
Remus gave a small laugh, discretely elbowing Sirius who let out a fake, cheery chuckle too.
âWell, anyway, not much we can do about that now, is there? Arthur! Come on down, theyâre here!â
âAre they now?â A pleasantly curious voice came from down the stairs, where Arthur Weasely was hurrying down in a scruffy but smart, brown suit.
âAhh, they you are, boys! I was wondering when you were going to come-â
âArthur!â
â-Joking, joking.â
Remus rubbed sheepishly at his neck, while Sirius stepped forward to give Arthur a small hug.
âIs the- uh,â Sirius lowered his voice, so only Arthur could hear. âIs the Ford Anglia getting on well?â
Unfortunately for both of them, Molly happened to hear, lightly slapping Arthur on the head, before picking up her purse and fixing her hair.
âWell, we ought to be going. Just try to remember that Charlie doesnât eat soup- and- and Percy can only eat the muggle avocado,â said Molly, her voice getting louder as she walked out. âNot the magical one! Bill- also- he wonât-â
Her words were cut off by the slamming of the door, and a relieved whistle from Sirius.
âOh câmon Pads, sheâs not that bad.â
âShe- hey, Moons, is the kid supposed to be climbing the tinsel?â
Remusâs eyes widened, and he ran towards the tinsel, practically jumping onto the sofa to catch Charlie, who simply laughed in his face. He panted breathlessly, before giving a small smile to the child.
âOkay,â Remus breathed. âWe canât do that now, okay little one?â
âBet you ten galleons itâll be ten minutes before he goes at it againâ drawled Sirius with a grin. âI like him.â
âJesus, I thought I was the love of your life, pads,â deadpanned Remus.
âWho even is Jesus?â
âOh god, forget it.â
Remus let down the fiddling toddler, and allowed him to run off to his older brother for another chance at pestering.
âI guess weâre alone now,â said Sirius, taking a step towards Remus, his fingers travelling over Remusâs torso.
âPads, I am not going to ruin the innocence of three children by having sex with you in the living room of the Burrow.â
âTheyâll be spoilt anyway-â
Remus stepped away, and dragged a hand through his now frizzy hair. Suddenly, a piercing cry rang through the house.Â
Both Sirius and Remus ran straight towards the room that the sound came from, only to see a screaming Percy, in a basket filled with blankets. Stuffed toys were being thrown at him by an overly excited Charlie.
âCharlie! No- heâs just a baby,â said Remus urgently, his tone getting softer as he approached Charlie. Remus shot a glare at Sirius, who was doing nothing but grinning.
âCâmon,â said Remus, lifting Charlie up and carrying him. âLetâs get you back to the living room with us.â
âWhereâs Bill?â
âShit- I did not say that.â
âShit!â Giggled Charlie
âNo, Charlie, we donât say that word.â
âShit! Shit!â
âCharl- please, no, donât say that.â
âWhy?â Charlie whined.
âBecause, um, Sirius help me out here!â
âBecause,â Sirius interjected in a silly voice. âItâs an adult word! And youâre still a baby!â
âBrilliant. Mollyâll have my skin.â
âNonsense,â said Sirius enthusiastically, taking Charlie from Remusâs hands. âYou wonât tell your mother, will you? Youâll keep it a secret.â
Sirius put on that award winning smile on, and squeezed the giggling Charlieâs nose with a small âbloop,â and laughed with him.
A hand slid down Remusâs face, and he let out a frustrated groan. He stepped out, looking for Bill, leaving Sirius and the small three year old in Percyâs room.
âBill?âÂ
Remus peered around Billâs bedroom. Sharp memories of the time Sirius couldnât heal a large laceration filled his mind. Sirius had panicked after the transformation, which had left a large gash on his ribs, and directly apparated to the Burrow. Molly had treated him for a week in this bedroom.
The same one that was now covered with red posters of quidditch teams, and a smaller bed than before, with wooden frames. A small table and a chair lay on one side, occupied by Bill.
âBill?âÂ
Remus slowly stepped in, waving his wand to straighten the crinkled carpet.
âBill? Are you in here?â
Remus heard a confirming hum, and saw Bill sitting, trying to trace out letters onto a piece of parchment, next to a small, colourful book.
His face was screwed up in concentration, and as Remus drew nearer, he could see letters being traced out on the clear parchment, and something warm rose in his stomach.
âHi Bill, what are you doing?â
âIâm writing. Mum says Iâm really good at it. She said Iâll be able to write the entire voc- vocabu- bulary by next year!â
âYou reckon?â Remus asked with a grin.
âYes! I know I will. Iâm not like Charlie, Iâm big now.â
âReally, are you? You still look a little young to me,â said Remus, lightly touching his cheeks.
âIâm not young! Iâm a big child now! Mum said sheâd send me to muggle school now!â
âWow, you really are a big boy, huh? Well letâs see what youâve done here, shall we?â
Bill excitedly held his parchment, and rolled it out straight, displaying it for Remus to see. And Remus was quite impressed; the child had managed to write small, three letter words by himself.Â
âWow, thatâs so amazing! I bet itâs even better than my spelling,â said Remus encouraging, and giving Bill a large, proud smile. Â
Somewhere behind the swell of pride, though, a little nostalgia lingered. Something about Bill almost reminded him of himself. Before he was bitten of course.
But all that was waved aside when he saw the innocent grin that Bill had on when he sat on Remusâs lap.
âTell me a story!â
âOh, okay. Um, let me see...â trailed off Remus. âWhat type of story dâyou want?â
Bill seemed thoughtful for a second, before shouting excitedly âHogwarts!â
âHmm, okay.â He picked up when an idea struck him. âOnce upon a time, there were four students whoâd just arrived at Hogwarts. Their names were Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, and they solemnly swore they were up to no good...â
The whiskey falls from his lips and dribbles down his chin as he reclines himself in the living room. Your father hadnât been the same since your mother died- so much that he joined the Death Eaters to repay the muggles for taking your mother from you.
You stare at him as you make your way through the hallway until heâs out of sight. Heâs always drunk now. Always laying in that brown leather recliner, spilling whiskey and bourbon down the front of his once-nice button down work shirt. You arenât even sure he goes to work anymore. He just drinks. He doesnât even know you exist.
 Draco stands in your room, waiting patiently for you.
 âEverything alright, love?â
 âYeah, fine,â you say softly. You grab your trunk from under the bed and place it softly atop your sheets.
 âCome on, we donât have much time. Fatherâs waiting for us at the Manor,â Draco says. He carefully opens your wardrobe and helps you place your clothes inside. âI know things are tough right now, Y/N, but I promise you that youâll get through it, and Iâll be here every step of the way.â
~
Malfoy Manor is just as grand as youâd always imagined it would be. Tall ceilings, pillars, marble floors and countertops- everything is sparkling clean and white and crisp.
 âWow,â the word escapes your lips before you can stop it. Draco smirks down at you.
 âLike it? Itâll be ours someday, if you want it,â he says proudly. âCome, Iâll show you where youâll be staying and take you on a house tour.â
 Draco extends his hand and you take it at once, falling in line to his own expectations. He leads you up a marble staircase and to the right, then down a long hallway that you could easily get lost in. He stops right outside of a white door and opens it slowly, ushering you inside.
 A king-sized mahogany bed sits in the middle of the room. The sheets are a deep charcoal and look silky to the touch. An empty wardrobe sits across the room, next to a marble fireplace.
 âThis is beautiful, Draco,â you smile. âThank you for letting me stay.â
 âChristmas wouldnât have been the same without you, anyways,â he smiles, gazing down at you. He motions to two doors on the far-left side of the room. âThe bathroom is right through there. Itâs shared with my own, and this door leads to my bedroom. Itâs always unlocked should you need me.â
 His hand is at the small of your back, and his lips sweep across your hair as he makes his leave, closing the door behind him. Sighing softly, you sit down on the bed, rubbing your fingers across the satin sheets.
~
Christmas morning is awkward, to say the least. Narcissa Malfoy is as nice as can be expected, but Lucius doesnât say one word throughout the day. Well, not until you prepare to take your leave for the evening portion of the Christmas holidays.
 âMy apologies, I mustâve heard you wrong,â he drawls. You look to Draco nervously, who doesnât meet your gaze. âSurely you arenât planning on spending the evening with the Weasleys, of all people.â
âActually,â you start politely. âI am. The twins are good friends of mine, and Iâm going for a visit for the holidays.â
 âHow are you to marry my son when you are too busy hanging around with riff-raff like the Weasleys,â he spits down at you.
 âLucius,â Narcissa starts. âThe girl had a life before you went off making deals with people.â
 âIndeed, but the deal has been made and that life is no more,â he sneers. âIf you leave you will not be welcomed back.â
 âEnough, Father,â Draco says. âI will accompany her, and we will be back before midnight.â
 ~
 Christmas dinner is tense, to say the least. Harry and Hermione were also joining the family for dinner, and they sit across from you and Draco, picking at their food, staring at their plates. George sits to your left, chomping away at his steak and potatoes like nothing were wrong.
 âYou gonna eat that?â He asks, stabbing his fork through one of your potatoes.
 âGeorge Weasley, put that down! Thereâs plenty on this table, you donât have to eat the poor girlâs food,â Mrs. Weasley screeches. âSorry, dear. Please help yourself to more, thereâs enough to go around.â
 âThank you, Mrs. Weasley. Draco and I appreciate you having us,â you smile. George smiles over at you, and you up at him.
 âHappy Christmas, Y/N,â he says quietly, so only the two of you can hear.
 âHappy Christmas, George.â
 ~
 Standing in the hallway of the Burrow, you lean against the wall, laughing up at Fred and George as they show you their newest creation.
 âHow you two manage to bring such light in such difficult times, I may never know,â you giggle.
 âLife is too short to not laugh all the time,â Fred bellows, throwing another Weasley Whacker into the air. You watch in astonishment as the little firework explodes in midair, throwing around red and blue sparks, illuminating your faces.
 George watches your smile as you watch Weasley Whacker after Weasley Whacker, your eyes lighting up with the fireworks. âFred, mate, could you give us a minute? I need to speak to Y/N.â
 âSure,â Fred grins. He wiggles his eyebrows at you before he disappears into his and Fredâs shared bedroom.
 George leads you to the top row of the stairs and motions for you to sit next to him.
 âIs everything alright?â
 âYes, donât worry,â George smiles reassuringly. âI just wanted to know what was up with you and Malfoy. Doesnât seem your type.â
 âOh, that,â your heart skips in your chest and you quickly hug your knees. âItâs a long and complicated story.â
 George knocks his knee into yours. He leans forward, wrapping his own arms around his knees. âGive me the short version, then?â
 âShort version,â you say, testing out the phrase. âAlright, well⌠After my mum was killed, Father made a deal with Lucius Malfoy. Iâm to marry Draco after Hogwarts. Father thinks the Malfoys can give me a âprosperous life,â to quote him.â
 âThatâs outrageous,â George murmurs, shaking his head. âYou donât have to go through with this.â
 âI wish I could believe you, George.â
 âGive me one good reason why you should,â he demands, now turning to face you completely.
 âItâs not that simple,â you argue.
 âBut it is!â
 âBecause George,â you start, your hands shaking. âBecause my motherâs last words to me were to take care of my father. And he thinks by setting this up for me, itâs him taking care of me. The least I can do is be cooperative.â
 âI can understand being cooperative, but letting him ruin your life like this? It seems mental,â he says, shaking his head.
 âI know how it seems,â you whisper, your eyes cast down. âBut you donât have to see him sitting in that chair every day, drinking himself to death.â
 George takes your hands in his own, his gaze focused and intense.
 âWhat if we show him that thereâs another option?â
 âWhat do you mean?â
 âI can give you more than a prosperous life, Y/N, I can give you happiness, joy, a fulfilled life that you can look back on and be proud of,â he insists, his eyes searching your own.
 Your heart pounds as you look up at him, searching his eyes for some kind of joke or prank but heâs serious. Your head swims as you consider your time with Draco over the past five months. Sure, sometimes he could be pompous and rude, but other times he could be incredibly sweet, charming, funny, and everything you could ever ask for in a man. There were also the nights that heâd sweep you up to his dorm and worship you for hours on end. He takes care of you in a way you didnât know that you needed. Imagining life without him seems almost unbearable. Draco is it for you.
 âGeorge,â you start, pulling your hands away. You knew who you would choose if it came down to it, but youâre sure he wouldnât like the answer. âDraco can give me those same things, and maybe even more. But itâs not about what either of you can give me, I do hope you know that. I love you, George, youâre like my best friend. Iâll never forgive myself if I ruin our friendship with something as fickle as empty promises and feelings.â
 George pulls away from you, his lips parting, but before he can say anything, Draco appears at the bottom of the stairs, what feels like miles away from you and George.
 âDarling, we must be getting back,â he says, holding his hand out to you. Sure, playing the part of the rich girl was something you never expected for yourself, but Draco made you whole when you didnât even know you had pieces missing.
 You lean over and kiss George on the cheek softly, then stand and meet Draco at the bottom of the stairs. He tucks you under his arm.
 âThank you for dinner, Mrs. Weasley,â you say politely, giving her a brief hug. âIt was so wonderful. I think Iâll be full for all the days that come.â
 âYouâre more than welcome, sweetheart. Youâre always invited to a Weasley family dinner,â she strokes your hair, and it makes you miss your own mother. Before your eyes can well with tears, Draco thanks her and Arthur, and bids everyone a goodnight.
 ~
 Despite the blazing fire, your room is cold. There is an unmistakable chill that seeps down to your core and for some reason, no matter how wrapped up in your blankets you are, you cannot escape it.
 You creep into Dracoâs room from the attaching door in your own.
 âDraco?â You whisper.
 âBeds arenât the same without you, either,â he whispers back.
 A smile spreads across your face as you climb into bed with him, cuddling up to his chest. His fingers find your hair in the routine way that they do, and he strokes softly, kissing your forehead every now and then.
 âThank you for coming with me tonight,â you say after a stretch of silence.
 âOf course, darling. I know how much the Weasleys mean to you,â he says, a hint of malice in his voice. âThought I cannot fathom why.â
 âDraco,â you warn.
 âI know, I know,â he sighs, and you canât help the giggle that penetrates the stillness of the room. He was trying and that was enough for you. âI thought I was quite pleasant tonight.â
 âI thought you were, too.â
 âI heard what George said to you,â he whispers so softly you questioned whether you heard him correctly.
 âYeah?â
 âYeah,â he nods.
 âAny thoughts?â
 Draco shrugs. âMaybe heâs right. You light up when youâre around him. Maybe youâd be better off, happier even, with him.â
 âI think youâre wrong,â you whisper, pulling away from him. You sit up on your elbow to gaze down at him, your fingers wringing through the spattering of white blond hair on his chest.
 âWhy would you think that? We didnât even know each other until after the funeral,â he says, avoiding your gaze.
 âBecause Iâm at my happiest when Iâm with you,â you whisper. Itâs a simple sentence, but for Draco, it holds so much weight. He wraps his arm tighter around you and pulls you down to his chest once more, kissing your hair repeatedly.
 ~
 The holidays go just as quickly as they came, and soon, youâre back at Hogwarts, avoiding most everyone but Luna and using all your free time to occupy Draco and help him with his task.
 âI shouldâve studied more over the holiday,â he snarls, wiping a hand down his face. Itâd only been three days since youâd returned to school, and already his eyes were sunken in and dull. Heâd grown more and more impatient as he tried and failed continuously to fix the vanishing cabinet.
 âIs there anything I can do to help?â You ask, sitting next to him in the common room. Heâd surrounded himself with so many book you had to scoot piles over just to accompany him.
 âNo, itâs alright,â he mumbles, resting his forehead in his hand. âIâm gonna head up, itâs way too late for either of us to be awake. Besides, you donât want to get caught sneaking about this time of night.â
 âDonât worry about me, Draco,â you laugh, tucking a stray hair away from his eyes. âLet me come up for a minute? Just to say goodnight?â
 âI suppose I can accept that,â he teases, the color slowly coming back to his cheeks. He stands and holds out his hand, as he always does.
 You walk behind him to his shared dormitory with Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise who were already asleep. You make yourself comfortable on Dracoâs bed, watching him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.
 âLike what you see?â He grins as he loosens his tie. He tosses it at you and motions for you to be quiet.
 âCareful there,â you grin.
 He finishes removing his shirt and pants, and you thought youâd never grow tired of seeing his bare chest. Heâs lean but strong, and his long arms are the perfect length to wrap fully around you. Draco crawls to you on the bed and collapses on your chest, sighing softly.
 âThis task is absolutely mental,â he whispers. âI donât understand it or why it was assigned to me.â
 âI know,â you hum, stroking his hair and holding him to you. âI think youâre so incredibly brave.â
 âItâs either kill Dumbledore or He kills my parents,â he shakes his head. âI donât think thatâs fair. Iâm being asked to choose between the two people who raised me and one of the only people who has ever believed in me.â
 âIt isnât fair. Thatâs what makes it so awful.â
 Draco is silent for a while; you even your breathing, finding a rhythm with your fingers in his hair. Soon, heâs snoring as softly as Blaise, and you scoot out from beneath him, trying your best to not wake him from his slumber.
 Finally free, you cover his body with the comforter and tuck him in. You kiss his forehead softly and run your fingers through his hair one last time before retiring to your own room.
 âGoodnight, Draco,â you whisper.
 Despite his coming wrongdoings and the treacherous views of his family, you truly believe in your heart that Draco will be an amazing husband and will take care of you the same way you want to take care of him. After all, Draco is it for you.
