a fairly okay idea

The Bloke Deserved It - Fred Weasley Imagine

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Can you do a Fred/George (you can chose) imagine where y/n plays quidditch with them (in hogwarts) and the reader gets badly hurt and her boyfriend gets scared and protective and almost kills the person who hurt her and at the end it gets all fluffy?
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~(Y/n)’s POV~

You sat in the Great Hall eating your breakfast peacefully and quietly until a large group of Slytherins came and ruined it. They all sat at Slytherin table snickering to themselves “Hey (Y/l/n)!” Malfoy said, I turned around to see him holding a stick then snapping it in half. “That’s gonna be your broomstick today!” They laughed, I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply before returning to my food. “Hey babe” I felt the bench shift lightly as my boyfriend, Fred Weasley, sat down. He wrapped his arm lovingly around my shoulder and brought me closer for a kiss. This kiss was the only thing keeping me happy right now, and the only way I can get courage to actually play in the dreadful game coming up. I pulled back out if air as always “so, you ready for the game?” He asked, I felt a lurch in my stomach, I was really nervous. I nodded my head slowly looking back at my plate “Hey what’s wrong?” He asked gently turning my face so that I can face him.

“I’m scared. Don’t you remember what they did to Hannah. They said it was an ‘accident’ but I saw it.” I whispered “Hey, don’t be scared. They’re not gonna hurt you but if they do they are going to die.” Fred said seriously “Promise?” I asked “promise, now eat your food. I don’t want you to pass out.” Fred said putting a few items on his plate. Once we finished breakfast, we both made our way down to the Quidditch Pitch. “Okay Oliver! We got the plan! Can you stop repeating it?” Angelina Johnson asked obviously frustrated at Oliver’s ranting. “Fine! But we all understand the game right?” Oliver exclaimed a little angry at Angelina. Everyone nodded their head and made their way towards the two wooden doors that led out to the field. “NOW ENTERING THE FIELD WOOD, SPINNET, JOHNSON, (Y/L/N), WEASLEY, WEASLY, AND POTTER!” Lee Jordan screamed through the microphone. We as well as the Slytherin took our positions on the field. The captains shook hands tightly and walked back, Madam Hooch was now on the field walking towards the chest right in the middle. She released the Buldgers and the Golden snitched. “NOW LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” Lee screamed in excitement as Madam Hooch tossed the Quaffle high in the air.

The game went on fairly fine until Flint thought it was an okay idea to throw a buldger straight at Harry. Lee was finding it very difficult not to take sides. “So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating”
“Jordan!” growled Professor McGonagall. “I mean after that open and revolting foul” “Jordan, I’m warning you” “All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.” Lee said in a hushed voice. I watched as Lee Jordan argued a bit with Professor Mcgonagall, but my biggest mistake was not paying attention to the game and to the Buldger that was going straight at my head. “(Y/n)! Watch out!” I heard Fred yell, I turned his direction and was hit violently in the face by a buldger. I heard a crack before my eyes closed, probably my nose broke.

I fell off my broom and was heading towards the ground, luckily Fred zoomed forward as fast as he can and caught me in his arms. The last thing I saw was Fred hovering over me and he was crying a little bit. He held my hand tightly in his, I gave him a slight smile telling him that I’ll be okay. Then I was swallowed into darkness everything was a blur but I can here a few voices yelling. I opened my eyes to see an arched white ceiling and instantly recognized it as the Hospital Wing. I sat up quickly, wanting to see Fred and to tell him that I’m okay but of course he was already there “Babe! Lie down, your gonna hurt yourself!” Fred said quickly gently pushing you back against the pillows. “What happened?” I asked looking at Fred “You got hit by a Buldger and passed out” Fred said still eyeing me to make sure I’m okay “How long have I been out?” I asked holding my head with one hand “It’s only been half an hour” Fred said checking his watch “Weird. I felt like it was hours” I said tiredly. Fred opened his mouth to say something but shut it quickly due to the cry coming from the left of us. I looked to my left to see the Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Marcus Flint, groaning in pain. There was blood dripping out if his nose and large red marks all over his body. “W-what happened to him?” I asked Fred still looking at Flint “well….” Fred started but Madam Pomfrey cut him off “Well Miss.(Y/l/n) your boyfriend here has had a fit of anger and has almost killed Mr. Flint” Pomfrey scolded. I looked at Fred to see what he had to say “What? The bloke deserves it! He hit you with a Buldger!” Fred exclaimed.

I grabbed his hand “Fred. I know your trying to protect me but you didn’t have to beat him up that badly” I said in a soft tone “I know. I’m sorry it’s just that when I looked at you it scared me to just think that what if you were dead. And I would be angry with myself if you did, I promised that I would protect you. But I just think that I didn’t do enough to save you.” He said sadly giving my hand a squeeze “Hey, I’m okay. You did all you could, it was my fault. I was watching Lee Jordan and Professor Mcgonagall fight.” I giggled just remembering the moment “Oh yeah! Right when I caught you in my arms, Lee cursed a bunch of words at Flint for hurting you. Mcgonagall was trying to reach the microphone but Lee kept jumping out of here reach!” Fred laughed. “Now scoot over” Fred said letting go of my hand, I scooted to the side a bit making room for him. He jumped onto the bed and engulfed me into a tight hug, I was laying my head on his chest just listening to his rapid heartbeat.

“How do feel right now?” Fred whispered into my hair as he stroked my back. “Better now that your here” I smiled, another loud cry came from my right this time not my left. I looked to my right to see Malfoy in the same condition as Flint, I looked back at Fred. “He was in on it with Flint! I saw him!” Fred said angrily, I shook my head and buried my face deeper into his neck “I love you” I whispered lowly but just loud enough for him to hear. “I love you too baby. Now get some rest” Fred said lovingly to me as he rubbed my back until I fell asleep.

~~Kristian

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Okay, Guzma caught on fairly quickly that approaching was no good idea. He put up his hands at shoulder level, signaling that he meant no harm, and took a few steps back.

“Kid, y’aint breathin’.” His voice isn’t loud, but it’s clear. “I ain’t gon’ touch ya’, ain’t gon’ hurt ya’ either. But, I need ya’ t’ listen t’ me.”

This was such a familiar sight to him.