Imagine walking into Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and noticing George looking around the shop all sad and sentimental and almost being able to feel his grief radiating off of him, so pretending that you needed various items around the shop just to try to distract him
Even though you only walked in to use the bathroom
And really having to pee the whole time
Little did you know he caught onto you about ten minutes in.
“Man, I am parched. Mind if I pour myself some water?”
“Speaking of water, have I shown you the fountains?”
“…No, but I saw them when I came in so-”
“Nonsense! You just have to see the engravings on them up close.”
It’s gotten to the point of you nearly whimpering now, so he takes pity on you and leads you in the general direction of the bathrooms
“Would you mind if I-”
“They’re under construction actually. Why? Do you have to go?”
Him not being able to hold it in anymore after seeing the expression on your face, and laughing so hard he nearly cries
You being really confused
But still having to pee so shifting awkwardly in a not so subtle i-need-to-wee dance that only makes him laugh harder
“I’m only joking, Y/N. Go ahead.”
You literally running the rest of the way to the bathrooms, which he finds endlessly amusing, and doesn’t fail to mention it to you later.
Him then asking you to tea.
“Aye, slow down on that. We both know your bladder isn’t what it used to be.”
A/N: Guys remember about a week ago I posted asking for help because I had to debate about whether Harry was a hero because he was in the right place at the right time? Well, I won the debate! Thanks for your help everyone!!
“Everyone, this is y/n!” Fred and George swung open the door to the Burrow and “presented” me to their family.
“Oh hello y/n, welcome to our home!” Mrs. Weasley gave me a warm hug.
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley!” I hugged Mr. Weasley and waved to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as Fred and George’s older brothers, Percy, Charlie, and Bill.
My eyes met Charlie’s and he quickly looked away. If I saw correctly, his face turned red and he started blinking very fast. Fred and George saw this too and despite me trying to stop them, they glanced at each other and strode towards Charlie.
A/N: a random story that popped into my head! For all I know, it could be incredibly cringe worthy. I hope you all enjoy it, nonetheless! I have also made the reader a Gryffindor, because it just flowed nicely with the plot. Also, my requests are now open! Feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if there is something you want!
She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.
It’s the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.
Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can’t seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she’s too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.
But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.
He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.
She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.
They didn’t become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be “Fred and George Weasley” slowly grew into “(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley”.
Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.
The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn’t get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.
She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won’t let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.
She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.
The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
“So. (Y/n). You’re still on for Hogsmeade today, right?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve just been sort of off lately. You haven’t been your normal self.”
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
“You have no idea, Fred. No idea.”
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.
She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn’t notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.
“(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!”
She jumped, only registering Fred’s presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
“Now, we both now that isn’t true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you.”
It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush “You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!”
Fred’s face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
“Fred, what is it?”
“It’s George, isn’t it? You fell in love with George.”
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
“Fred” she shook her head. “It’s always been you.”
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
“You’re not in love with George?”
“No. If anything, I love him as a brother.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way… it’s just I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and I didn’t know what to do and I’m just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you’ll forgive me.”
Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?”
“Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I’m nervous to fill up space and…”
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.
They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Harry:</b> hey guys what would Boggarts turn into for you<p/></p><p/><b>Ron :</b> Spiders man there creepy<p/><b>Hermione:</b> Failing all of my classes and having to leave Hogwarts because of it<p/><b>Fred:</b> I would have to say losing my other half<p/><b>George:</b> Me too we always grown up together it would feel weird if we lost each other<p/><b>Harry:</b> What about you (y/n)?<p/><b>(Y/n): Isolation </b> <p/></p><p/><b>Harry:</b> really<p/><b>Hermione:</b> wow<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> I know I know<p/><b>Fred:</b> do you mind telling us why<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> no I don't mind in all honesty it's just of fear that you guys are going to leave me or just end up hating me<p/><b>George:</b> I think someone needs a hug<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> *hugs the Weasley twins*thanks you guys<p/><b>George:</b> guys I just realized we forgot to ask Savannah what's hers<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> oh yeah Savannah what is yours<p/><b>Savannah:</b> there is no way I'm telling you mine because your going to end up laughing<p/><b>George:</b> </b> Savannah I promise I won't laugh<p/><b>Savannah:</b> ok<p/><b>Savannah:</b> mine is my grandma<p/><b>Fred:</b> what?<p/><b>Savannah:</b> ok you don't understand my grandma is terrifying. She is a 80 year old lady that carries a cane and if I get bad grades she hits me with a shoe<p/><b>Fred:</b> come on your grandma is not that scary<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> oh yes she is I'm practically a second grandchild to her she is terrifying plus she always ends up knowing if we were talking about her<p/><b></b> Savannah gets a random text message<p/><b>(Y/n):</b> who texted you<p/><b>Savannah:</b> guys it's from my grandma look<p/><b>Grandma:</b> heard you were talking shit<p/></p><p/></p>
A/N: Thought I would post some Fred Fluff because let’s face it, his just adorable!
Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader
Word count approx: 1151 words
Warnings: FLUFF, shouting?
Summary: all you want is for Fred to ask you to the Yule ball but when he doesn’t, things take an interesting turn.
The Yule ball was only two weeks away and I couldn’t have been more excited. I had everything already planned out, the dress, shoes and Angelina had even promised to fix my hair for me. The only problem however? They boy I really wanted to go with hadn’t asked me yet…
We had been seeing each other secretly for about three weeks - I still wasn’t sure why it was secret - and don’t get me wrong it was amazing; I had a crush on Fred for years before hand but we hadn’t quite crossed that line of “officially” dating. There was nothing else I wanted except hearing the word girlfriend out of his perfectly plump lips. Sigh.
Currently we were walking down to breakfast, standing close together but not touching; oh god I just wanted to reach out and grab his hand but of course George was also walking with us.
“Hmm?” He answered
“Can..can I talk to you for a minute?” I was nervously pulling on the sleeve of my robes. He looked over with a confused expression before nodding his head; leading me away from the hall and into the court yard.
“What’s up y/n?”
We sat down on the stone benches, my heart thumping widely against my rib cage.
“Well…I just want to know where we stand…”
“Stand?” He raised his eyebrows, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“Yes Fred…do…do you want to be with me?”
“Not this again!” He groaned, “why do you have to label it to be happy? Can’t you just appreciate spending time with me?”
“No!” I huffed, “there’s no commitment Fred! What’s to stop you waking up one morning and having secret little meetings with someone else? If you want to be with me you have to be all the way in”
“Do you honestly think I’m that kind of person y/n?” He hissed, his smile now replaced with an irritated frown.
“I don’t know what to think…you seem perfectly content running around behind everyone’s backs and snogging me…but you won’t even call me your girlfriend!”
“I don’t need a label to be happy” he stated.
I felt slightly deflated after he finished speaking, I couldn’t meet Fred’s eyes but I knew they would be glaring at me venomously, his eyes a darker shade of brown.
Without another word he stood up and walked away; I sat on the stone bench alone with a heavy feeling in my chest.
I hadn’t managed to see Fred all day; he didn’t come down at lunch time and missed the one class we had together. I was getting more and more frustrated as the day went on.
Walking into the hall for dinner I noticed once again the absence of both Fred and George; fine if he wanted to ignore me that badly then two could play that game!
“Are you alright?” Angelina asked cautiously as I slumped into my seat. “I’m guessing you spoke to Fred?”
Angelina was the only person I had told about us, when I was more excited about dating him. She looked at me sadly while rubbing my shoulder blades.
“Why won’t he just say it? That’s all I want Ange”
“His a boy y/n and probably far to used to that bachelor reputation he had”
“Yeah well he can’t have it both ways” I sighed. Before Ange could reply there was a tap on my shoulder; I turned around to see a flushed faced Hufflepuff, his floppy brown hair partially covering his face. I think his name was Josh?
“Uh hi” I muttered
“Hey y/n just wanted to know if you were going to the ball with anyone?”
“No” I huffed dejected, looking back down at my hands
“Oh! Well do..you wanna go…with me?” He asked timidly.
I looked up at his hopeful expression; blue eyes wide and sparkling. He was cute there was no denying it and if Fred wasn’t going to ask me then there was no point in waiting around for him.
“I would love to”
I felt Angelina kick me under the table as Josh walked away; looking around I saw Fred standing there, anger clearly written across his features. I gulped.
“Y/n…maybe that wasn’t the best decision” Ange whispered, her eyes were just as wide as mine.
“Well it’s his problem” I whispered back urgently.
Fred clenched his fists by his side, storming towards where I was sitting.
He lifted me off the seat with ease, keeping a vice grip on my wrist as he lead us back out of the hall; the whole of Gryffindor table staring at us.
We made it about three corridors away when he finally rounded on me, his face about as red as his hair.
“What the bloody hell was that!?” He shouted, I took a step back.
“You wouldn’t ask me!”
“Well I thought it would have been obvious that we were going together!”
“You can’t just assume everything Fred! I wanted you to ask!”
“Bloody hell…is this you getting back at me for not committing?”
I pursed my lips and looked away, okay maybe that was the exact reason I had said yes. Fred seemed to gage my reaction as a yes; he ran his hands over his face and groaned loudly.
“Fine you want commitment? I’ll show you commitment!”
He stalked off back towards the great hall, his shoulders tense. Gulping nervously I followed him, not exactly sure what he was about to do but scared none the less.
Some of the students turned to look at us as we walked through the doors but Fred paid it no attention. He lifted himself to stand on the end of the Gryffindor bench, grabbing the attention of almost everyone.
I tried to pull him away by his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. My face turned Crimson as he began to speak.
“Y/N Y/L/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND HAS BEEN FOR THREE WEEKS! I’M THE ONLY ONE TAKING HER TO THE BALL!”
He pointed his finger threateningly towards Josh, whose mouth was gaping open at the confession. I buried my face into my hands as everyone stared at us; but I couldn’t help the small smile that I had from his deceleration.
Fred hoped off of the bench and pulled me flush against his body, kissing me harshly, hands tangled into my hair.
The Gryffindor table behind us clapped loudly, some cheering. I smiled into the kiss.
“Those were certainly strong words Fred Weasley are you sure you can keep them?” I teased as we broke away. He smirked down at me with a cocked eyebrow
“Definitely…no one else is ever having you”
I placed my hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips towards me once again. I couldn’t have been happier.
“Sneaking out at night, aren’t we? How mischievous.” Fred spoke, teasing you with a smile.
“Is the prank supposed to go off tomorrow while the Slytherin’s are practicing?” George questioned.
Both men were on either side of you, as you three walked- well sneaked out of the castle, and outside, leading them to where you had a surprise for them. You had told the two boys that you had an idea for a prank that involved the Quidditch Pitch, but that you needed their help. The twins easily accepting as soon as you had said the word, “prank”. You had been best friends with the two boys since you met on the train that first year. You had taken notes on the two, being able to differentiate who was who, how different but also similar they were in personality, as well as personal interests, and their birthday. But they didn’t know that.
“Be patient, I have this all planned out.” You smiled as you all approached the Quidditch Pitch.
You quickly found yourself in the middle of the field, it was quite dark and hardly any of you could see anything. Just some fireworks sitting in the middle of the field. You grabbed out your wand from your robes, saying an incantation as the fireworks shot off quickly, lighting up the around in dashing colors. Fred and George’s eyes followed the sparkling beams of light as they had exploded into the air, the words “Happy Birthday Gred and Forge” appearing in bright letters, sparkling. There was no doubt in your mind that others from the castle could see this, just as your watch had hit midnight, April 1st. Fred and George’s birthday.
The two boys laughed and smiled with excitement as their eyes were practically glued to the scene. You took this opportunity to grab a bucket that was placed off to the side of the fireworks, though it could be mistaken for water, it was definitely not that. You went behind the boys, bucket in hand as you tossed the liquid over their heads, as a gasp of surprise emitted from both of them. Slime covered their hair, down their robes, nearly every inch of their body.
“Happy birthday you two! And Happy April Fools!” You smiled brightly as they two boys glanced at each other, then back you.
“Come here (Y/N!)” Both boys yelled as they quickly grabbed you, hugging you tightly as you could feel slime drench your body as they cuddled into you. You had wanted to protest, to try and break free. But you felt yourself lingering in their embrace as all of you laughed.
Could you so an imaging where the reader is a muggle born and best friends with George and Fred? She’s on the quidditch team with them and they’re on their way to practice and they run into the slytherin team and they call her a mud blood. George and Fred defend her of course. Ps. I found your blog today and I just spent the last hour and a half scrolling and reading through it. It’s AMAZING💞
You roll up the sleeves of your quidditch robes and exit the bathroom, meeting George and Fred outside. “Ready, (Y/N)?” George asks. “As I’ll ever be,” you said with a laugh. You had a game tomorrow and knew that Wood would be particularly harsh today.
As you approach the field, you lock eyes with the Slytherin team. You eye them up and down and continue walking. But, it wasn’t as easy as that. They walked up to you blocking your path. You stare up at the Slytherin coach. “What do you want?” you ask, crossing your arms. “To see why Wood would enroll a little girl on his team.” He eyed you up and down and your blood began to boil. The boy took a step closer to you and you were practically touching, but you didn’t back away. “So, what did you do to get yourself on the team?”
You clenched your jaw and shoved through the mass. Anyone with half a brain could understand what he was implying. One of the boys grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest. “Get off of me,” you seethed. “Ooh, the mudblood is feisty,” the coach says. You turn your head and go to kick the boy, but Fred beat you to the punch, literally.
Fred punches the boy in the jaw and the two begin fist-fighting. You turn to the other Slytherin grabbing your wrist and kick him in the back of the knee, bringing him to the ground. Your knee connects to his jaw and he groans in pain. Another Slytherin is coming toward you and you get ready to swing, but George pulls you out of the heap.
He leads you away from the fight and to a secluded part of the castle. “Are you okay?” you ask. “I only got hit once before dragging you out.” George took a breath. “Looked like you got a few good hits in.” “Mama ain’t raise no quitter,” you say with a laugh. George cocked an eyebrow which caused you to laugh more. “Never mind.”
The two of you took an alternate route to the Quidditch field, showing up a few minutes late. When you got there, Fred was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Fred?” George asked Oliver. “No idea, where were you two?” he asks. The team snickers and you roll your eyes. “It’s a long story.”
Fred doesn’t show up for all of practice and by the end, your heart is in knots. After changing out of your quidditch robes, you race to the infirmary, the only place he could be. On the last cot, in the back corner, is Fred. To get to him, you have to pass the Slytherin you beat up. You stared him dead in the eye before rushing over to Fred. “Are you okay?” you ask the boy. Fred lets out a small laugh. “Just a broken nose and a sprained ankle.” “That it?” George asks. “The Slytherins need to up their game next time.”
Request: I was wondering if you could write a story about Y/N is hermione’s little sister who attends hogwarts with her and starts to work for Fred and George helping them manage all of their pranks
Requests are always open, hope you enjoy! xo
“Hello, little Granger,” Fred Weasley said,
slinging his arm over Y/N’s shoulders. Though she was only two years younger
than the twins, they towered above her, and she had to tilt her head back quite
far to look up at the boy’s grinning face.
“Hey Fred, where’s George?” Y/N asked.
Before he could reply, George came up behind her and ruffled her hair.
“Right here,” he said, tucking a piece of
parchment into his pocket.
“You’ve got the Map, who are you looking
for?” She replied, raising an eyebrow.
“We were looking for you. We need your help
again,” Fred muttered, and Y/N immediately chuckled.
“Which poor bloke are we pranking now?” She
I would really like to get more request and I thought an idea would to post some prompt ideas. You may request with a small story line along with it or just the prompts themselves! If you have anything specific to go along with them please don’t be scared to ask.
1: “Please don’t leave me.”
2: “I can’t do this without you.”
3: “You jerk!’
4: “Sorry but people like me don’t associate with people like you.”
5: “Oh how very noble of you.”
6: “Have you ever though about, I don’t know..Not being a dick.”
7: “I never want to see you again.”
8: “You are my life.”
9: “I love you. You jerk.”
10: “Get out. Now!”
11: “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
12: “I’m getting you to a doctor. Now.”
13: “God dammit!”
14: “Why me?”
15: “You are the one lying to me not the other way around.”
16: “Stop playing the victim all the time.”
17: “Do you want me to hex them? I’ll hex them.”
18: “Why are you always here?”
19: “I would have done anything for you. You jerk.”
20: “Merry Christmas.”
21: “Why do people like you?”
22: “No please keep talking while I gauge my eye out with a spoon.”
23: “I’m going to be sick.”
24: “Why them? Why am I not enough for you.”
25: “Did you just slap me.”
26: “Yeah. Want another one?”
27: “Quite acting like your five.”
28: “I despise you.”
29: “I could never love someone like you.”
30: “Please go stand at the bottom of a pool and count to a thousand.”
♥ PROMPT ♥ [Requested] When a prank takes a wrong turn, George Weasley and Y/N L/N get stuck in a game of cat-and-mouse with some underlying sexual tension. ♥ A/N ♥ Hope y’all enjoy, and as always, make your requests and give me feedback! As you see below, I’ve added a new section to my imagine introductions! Love you all! Hope you enjoy this, lovely anon :D ♥ QUESTION OF THE IMAGINE ♥ What’s your Hogwarts house and Ilvermorny house? I’m a Ravenclaw and a Pukwudgie! ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1025
1. “You know what they say about wand span, right?”
The plan was simple: take the dungbombs, place them in position within Filch’s grubby fortress, and get out before the bombs had a chance to go off. It was something they’d decided on doing just an hour ago, and though Y/N warned Fred and George to be careful, the two didn’t listen and were not the least bit paranoid of Ms. Norris—Filch’s annoyingly observant feline—and that was where the problem first started.
Y/N was on guard, taking a few seconds to glance in the room and watch her best friends place around the dungbombs. It was thirty minutes into the plan, and the place was nearly filled with the dungbombs; Fred had managed to somehow charm them into being timed, which was something that honestly amazed Y/N when she contemplated Fred’s lack of an attention span. And she was intrigued to know how many dungbombs they’d manage to place before they had to make an escape, but the answer came to her when she heard a hiss from down the corridor.
“Oh, shite,” she muttered to herself, catching a glimpse of Ms. Norris’s dark tail swishing past a statue. “Boys! Get out of there!”
“My sweet, is it students after curfew?” came Filch’s filthy voice, cooing to that git of a cat. Fred and George gave Y/N amused grins and finished placing the dungbombs. They ran out of the room to meet Y/N at the opposite side of the wall.
“So what’s the plan, you bloody idiots?” Y/N asked, slinking her hair to the farthest corner of the wall, trying to edge away from where Filch was slowly carrying over.
Fred shrugged. “Guess we just hide.”
George smiled and nodded. “You go one way, Fred; we’ll go the other,” he told his brother, and before Y/N had time to process such a strange request, the boy was grabbing her by the arm and shoving her forward. Filch came quickly around the opposite corner, and a shriek of outrage escaped him at seeing students out of bed.
Ms. Norris meowed loudly, and Mr. Filch cooed at her. “We’ll get those blasted brats!” Fred had already hidden behind a nearby curtain, and he was waiting with bated breath and a held-in snigger as he eavesdropped on Filch shuffling down the hall like a dwarf weighted with chains. And just as Filch was about to pass his office and run after the two fleeing students, a foul odor seeped into the corridor—and a steady steam looking a bit like vomit filtered its way past the door of Filch’s fortress. “What in the name of Merlin—” The office door burst open before Filch had a chance to contemplate the mysterious anomaly, and dungbomb after dungbomb began to explode, turning the corridor into a sewage system. “Students out of bed, students out of bed.”
Fred cursed to himself quietly, knowing that the old man had finally lost his damned mind.
Meanwhile, George and Y/N ran quickly down the corridor, only one of the teenagers laughing at the predicament they were currently in. It happened all the time—Filch catching them in the middle of a prank. They never really feared what would happen when caught, but Y/N was always quick to think the worst, and that was something George both loved and hated about her. What was the good in a little fun when everything only evoked your worries?
Filch’s angry crowing came into hearing range, and the two shared a panicked look. Without a thought put into a better plan, Y/N gripped George hard by the ear and dragged him to a nearby broom closet. The door snapped shut and Y/N placed a palm over George’s mouth to keep him from saying anything.
They stayed in that position for minutes, but stiffened the moment they heard Filch go running past their door. George gripped Y/N’s hand softly, and though the two were great pranksters that reveled in being caught, Filch… wasn’t the one they’d like for the job. Even being in his office could make someone wish to leave the premises of Hogwarts and never return. And so, knowing Y/N had a deep repulsion for Filch, he held her hand and kept her close, giving not a chance for himself to rethink his choice for reassurance. And he held her like so until they heard the telltale sign of silence entering the hallway.
Y/N sagged against the left side of the closet, letting out a loud breath of relief. “Thank Merlin,” she muttered. And then, she turned stiff and tense—like a board, but with slow tremors of realization traveling down and across her skin. She gave George a strange, strange look. “Oh, my God.”
George raised an eyebrow. “What’s the face for?” The darkness was obscure to a tee, but certainly couldn’t blot out the way that Y/N reddened. A bemused smile crossed George’s freckled face.
Y/N’s flush intensified, and she bit her lip—hard. “Well… um…” She went quiet.
Suddenly, it struck George just the predicament they were in. A tight space, bodies flush together, an embarrassed companion, hands intertwined… He dimpled. “So… Y/N…” he began, giving her a dashing smirk meant to kill. “You know what they say about wand span, right?” He fished out his wand and held it up for inspection. “I’d say this is about ten… eleven.. maybe even twelve inches. Interested yet?”
Y/N looked absolutely speechless, staring at him with wide, unseeing eyes—almost like a ghost. She looked away from him with that same Gryffindor-red blush coating her cheeks.
George leaned closer, feeling more and more daring as Y/N continued to behave awkwardly bemused. “Oh, you should be.” His voice was hoarse, and this didn’t feel like a regular moment with his best friend—no, this was entirely different.
Y/N closed her eyes at the feeling of him drawing closer, and before she could restrain herself, she reached forward and grabbed him by his tie. “Why don’t you shut up about wand span and actually show me,” she whispered hoarsely.
Percy told me a lot about his family, about his brother Charlie who works with dragons, about his mother who is apparently the most kind hearted person in the world with also amazing cooking skills, and his dad who is obsessed with muggle’s. And Bill ofcourse the husband of the glamour Fleur Delacour.
Percy’s nice little brother ron told me full of enthusiasm about their house on the train. Ginny his little sister told me about the clock in their house that’s shows everyone where they are. Kind of awesome if you ask me. So I was really exited all the way to weasley residence.
And luckily it was time to get off the train. I walked after Percy to his parents.
“(Y/n) nice to meet you!” I immediately felt welcome by his parents. I shaked Percy’s mother her hand. “Hello! I’m (y/n).” After shaking his mothers hand I shaked his dads hand. The English manners ofcourse. “I’m molly and this is my husband Arthur! I really want you to feel welcome in our home. Bill wouldn’t be with us this vacation because he is being bizzy. But Charlie is waiting by the car.” I smiled at both of the parents. I felt warm, and loved. I walked after everyone and talked a bit to the twins about how exited I was.
When I came to the car.. the chatterbox I became silence immediately after seeing the boy standing against the car. It was just like a movie. “This is my brother Charlie.” Said Percy. I shaked his hand and smiled shyly at him. “Hi, I’m (y/n).” I didn’t know what was happening.. “Nice to meet you, (y/n).” Charlie said smirking. I blushed and looked away quickly. “Nice to meet you to.” I looked at him again and we stood there just smirking at each other. Percy rolled his eyes at me. “Come on (y/n).” Charlie blushed heavily and jumped behind the wheel. “Why are you blushing (y/n)?” fred and George said to me smirking. “Shut up. I mean it.” I said whispering. All the way to the weasley residence I was looking out of the window, staring at the beautiful sky. I saw blue, pink and purple all mixed together to an outstanding sky full of beauty.
“(Y/n) where here!!” Ginny shouted. I woke up from my thoughts and opened the car door.
“It’s not much, but it’s home.” Ron said. Harry laughed. “I remember this sentence. I do not feel special anymore! You tell this to everyone who comes here don’t you!” Harry said joking. I laughed along with the boys. “It’s amazing! Ginny I would love to see that clock!” Fred hinted george and they both looked at Charlie. Fred walked over to Charlie. “Charlie please stop staring, she is 17 man.” I pretended I didn’t hear them and helped harry and ron with the suitcases. “Shut the fuck up fred. Get out of my face before I slap you.” Fred laughed really hard. “Phase one. Denial.” Fred started running
While Charlie was chasing him angrily. I moved the trunks in the house and looked around me. “This is out the clock I was talking about.” Ginny said while pointing at the clock. “Awesome.” Fred stormed into the house with Charlie chasing him. “Stop it boys! Stop it!” Molly pulled fred by his collar. “Charlie I’m surprised that I even have to tell you this. You are a grown man!” Harry, ron, Arthur and George also walked into the house. “Ginny are you going to help me prepare the dinner? And fred, Charlie you have to clean everything afterwards. WITHOUT magic.” Fred sighed and walked upstairs after ron and Harry. “Molly, can I help you with the dinner?” Molly smiled. “No you are my guest!” I walked towards her. “I insist, I like to help.” Charlie walked towards the dishes. “Charlie! No magic.” Charlie sighed. “You can help charlie with the dishes, Ginny and I will start with the dinner preparations. You can always help us when you finish the dishes with charlie.” Ginny and molly walked over to the garden to get some ingredients for dinner. Charlie threw me a towel and started washing. “You don’t mind drying do you?” I grabbed a plate from probably yesterday and started drying it. “No I don’t mind, I don’t really care if I dry or wash.” Charlie started washing the dishes again. “I just can’t wrap my head around it.. how did you and Percy became friends? You look like an relaxed person.” I laughed. “Percy and I met in 4th year, we didn’t became friends until 5th year when he let me helped me study for the final tests of the year. Percy really is a good friend, it just takes him a lot of time to let down his strict walls. And it’s funny to troll him.” Charlie smiled. “I think it’s also great Percy found a great friend like you.” I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful smile. “That’s nice of you, why do you think that?” Charlie put down the pan he was washing. “I can sense that by people. I just feel some kind of attraction to you.. and I..” molly walked in with Ginny walking behind her. Charlie grabbed the pan again and started washing everything twice as fast. I dried everything but after that I couldnt get Charlie’s words out of my head..