had to one for awkward george


-wrote in all caps in his letters when he was excited

-slept under a tree with Washington after the battle of Monmouth, both enveloped in Washington’s cape

-basically saved the life of the Queen by kissing her hand

-re-gifted a fucking aligator to President John Quincy Adams cause he didn’t know what the fuck to do with it

-wanted to go kill the Beast of Gévaudan (some big scary people-eating wolf that scared the shit out of the french at the time) by himself at like 6 years old

-called both Jefferson and Washington on their bullshit, telling them to free all their slaves… neither listened

-actually bought an entire island full of slaves with his wife Adrienne and freed them all, gave them money for the work they did, gave them education

-last letter he wrote before his death was about freeing slaves and how sad he was that France was taking so long to give people of colour the same rights than white people

-died holding a picture of his dead-wife to his heart

-cried with Jefferson when they met for the first time in years after both American and French revolutions

-continued to fight and got back on his horse when he was shot in the leg during his first battle

-called his only son “George Washington de Lafayette”

-was socially awkward af, especially when he was young

-a ginger

-left France to go fight for America when the King, his step family, and basically the whole court told him “no”

-had to sneak out of France

-sources differ, but probably left disguised as a woman so no one would recognised him

-gave the biggest symbol of French Revolution  (the key of the just-destroyed Bastille, a prison where the enemies of the King and Kingdom were imprisoned) to Washington


-told Washington he was his lost father

-tripped when dancing with the Queen of France and never heard the end of it

-had “sleepovers” on the grass with John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton where they talked about politic

-threw himself in front of a loaded cannon ready to shoot to try to stop an event of the french Revolution to become too bloody

-at some point, pretty much everyone in France wanted him dead

-slept through two of the biggest events of the french Revolution lol

-gave money and helped a lot of poor farmers in need

-fought for other religions than his and the King’s own to be respected and have the same rights (specifically fought for Protestant and Jewish people)

-fought against death penalties

-brought back some dirt from America and told his son to put it on top of his grave when he dies

-redecorated his whole house in France just like American’s homes

-actually told people he was American

-altogether had a slight obsessing problem with America

-had his own room at Washington’s home

-had a ring with Washington’s hair in it

-was one of the richest man in France at the age of 12 because his whole family had basically died at that point

-changed back his family motto to “Why not?”

-was only 19 when he left for America

-was detained in horrible conditions in prison for 5 years (2 of which with his wife and daughters)

-refused the hell out of several powerful positions in politic and in the army because he didn’t found these to be close enough to his ideals of freedom and shit

Meeting You (King George III x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: Song-fic based off of “This Is My Idea” from the movie The Swan Princess. For as long as you can remember, your parents forced you to spend time with your future husband, even though you couldn’t stand each other. Throughout the years you both mature, does your relationship?

Warnings: None!

Time Period: Pre-Hamiltime? (It takes place during King George’s life, but it doesn’t have to do with the American Revolution.)

Words: 1983

A/N: Two stories in two days?? Wow, go me!! Anyway, this has been siting in my drafts for a while and I’m finally happy with it. This was super fun to write because I love King George and there aren’t enough reader insert stories about him. Like I said, the inspiration and many lyrics are from The Swan Princess movie. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy and have a fabulous day!!

From a young age, you had been betrothed to George. Before you were even born, your parents had come up with the arrangement that you and George would marry as a way to strengthen your countries.

Every summer, you would be pulled from your home and sail to England. The idea was for you and George to spend time together so you would love each other by the time you were to be married.

There were four of these summers that stood out in your mind when you thought about how you met George.

The first memory was the first time you had ever visited him. You had been told by your parents that you would sailing to England to meet a very important boy who was only a year older than you. At first, the idea excited you. There would be another child to play, even if he was a boy. At the young age of 6, there weren’t many people to play with, seeing as you had no brothers or sisters and the thought of playing with a servant child was unimaginable.

After a long, boring journey, your parents guided you to the castle where you were to meet the King and Queen of England along with their son. The trio stood waiting for you, looking regal, and suddenly you got shy. Hiding behind your parents, you protested as they pushed you forward. George’s parents did the same.

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Princes (y/n).” he grumbled.

You went to curtesy just as you had been taught and automatically replied, “Pleased to meet you, Prince George.” However, when you looked up George had turned away from you in a rude manner.

His mother gave him a sharp look and pointed towards you. Begrudgingly, he dramatically stomped to you and looked at your suspiciously. You glared at him before he kissed your hand and instantly pulled away with a “Yuck!”

The first thought you had was not very kind of Prince George, and you could tell that you would never like him, much less love him enough to marry him. “He looks conceited, what a total bummer.”

Both of you turned to your parents and mumbled together, “If I get lucky I’ll get chicken pox.”

After receiving stern looks from both Kings and Queens, you rolled your eyes before turning back to George with the fakest smile you could muster.

“So happy you could come.” he bowed, mockingly.

“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, but put no respect in it.

At the same time, you both crossed your arms and complained. “This is not my idea of fun!”

The rest of the summer was spent fighting with George. Since your parents wanted you two to get along, they believed the best way to do this was for you to spend every day, with him. For some reason, they were oblivious to the feud you and George had.

That summer was one of the longest summers ever. When you finally got on the boat to head home, you were relieved you wouldn’t have to see that boy for almost another year.

The second summer that stood out in your mind was when you were eleven and George was twelve. That past year, you had discarded the dress laid out for you, instead opting to wear pants and a tunic shirt much to the dismay of your parents.

You tried you hardest to tell your parents they had to postpone the voyage, but they wouldn’t buy any of it. They escorted you on the boat and had a trunk thrown together, all in a matter of ten minutes.

Once you arrived in England, you were greeted by the usual; George, the King of England, and the Queen. However, this year, George’s annoying friend, Samuel Seabury, was with him. All summer, they never let you join in their games.

Anytime you tried to play whatever game they were playing, they would run off to their “secret’ treehouse. About halfway through your stay, you had enough. You chased them throughout the castle, trying to force them to play with you. “Wait up guys!”  you cried after them, frustrated that they wouldn’t slow down.

Disappearing out of sight, you almost gave up hope, but luckily you managed to track them down. Now only a few yards behind them, you thought you could catch up. Unfortunately, they reached the treehouse, climbed the ladder, and took away the ladder before you could put a foot on it. On top of that, they hung a sign on the wall that read, ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED!’

“This really isn’t fair.” you whined, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.

Instead of apologizing, they laughed and said in unison. “We really couldn’t care.”

“Boys it’s all or none!” you thought.

Taking a step to the supporting boards, you kicked one out of anger. Not expecting to cause any damage, you were surprised and horrified to see that kicking that one little board out of place sent the entire structure tumbling.

That summer you got to leave early, but you left with a bruised face and broken arm, and livid parents.

The third summer with George that stood out in your mind was when you were seventeen and he was eighteen. You had finally grown out of your “awkward phase,” and felt beautiful and confident. Your confidence soared even higher that summer when you caught George staring at you a bit too long when you first arrived.

However, if you were being completely honest, you were equally as guilty. Some might have said that you had developed a crush on the future King of England, but that was not true. Although he looked quite handsome, he was still that annoying boy who had never treated you kindly.

The day pigs flew would be the day you had a crush on George.

However, that was the first summer that was different then the rest. In your mind, it didn’t feel like a terrible time. First, you were able to convince George to do what you wanted more easily. Gone were the days where you were running to catch up with him and Samuel. Second, you began to talk to more people in the castle, including the castle gaurds. It was fun just being able to flirt with them, laughing at what they said, leaving your hand on their shoulder for too long, etc, even if it didn’t mean much.

“She’s always flirting with the castle gaurds!” George complained as he and Thomas watched you from afar. That particular day, you were feeling extra flirty. Your arm was lingering on the guard’s shoulder a bit to long and the way you batted your eyes could make any man weak in the knees.

“You’re just jealous because you like her. Fess up.” Samuel teased, elbowing George in the side.

George’s head whipped around as he glared at Samuel, daring him to say another word. Although he would never admit it, George had began to harbor a crush on you. You weren’t the whiny six year old you once were and you most certainty weren’t the boyish eleven year old he had once known, but you were still the annoying girl he didn’t want to marry.


“I’d like her better if she’d lose at cards.” George countered, still upset over the fact that you always won.

You even won when they boys were cheating. Samuel would stand behind you and glance over your shoulder, mouthing the card numbers to George. When the game came to an end, George laid down his cards quite smugly, prepared to gloat over his victory.

“Four sevens and a ten.”

“I think I won again.” you stated, laying down the cards you had collected on the table.

And even though Samuel had seen your numbers, you had seem to win. Again! The boys could never catch a break.

“This is my idea.” you began, returning George’s smug smile.

“This isn’t my idea.” they pouted.

“Of fun.” all three of you spoke at the same time.

The last summer that stood out in your mind was when you were 20 and George was 21.

For as far back as you could remember, your parents had constantly reminded you that you and George were to someday wed. Every June through September, they would force you to spend time with the boy who you didn’t even like.

You wanted to be in a marriage that was based on love, not politics, and you knew that was something that you could never achieve with George. Even though you tried to explain this to your parents, they acted like they couldn’t hear you.

There would be times that you would beg and plead with them, or even refuse to leave the carriage. If this ever happened, your parents would pick you and drag you to where George was. It felt like their were bruises from their fingerprints.

You could feel the pressure for you and George to marry greater then it ever had been. You knew you were almost passed the acceptable age of not being married, and your parents wanted you to be well off.

When they shoved you in the ball room, you crossed your arms and tried to reason with them. “He is so immature!”

The sound of another door closing on the opposite side of the room caught your attention. You turned and saw that George was standing there, and your knees were buckling slightly. He had grown so incredibly handsome and something about him seemed different.

You could understand why, but some switch inside you flipped and you could see all the great qualities George had in him. He was kind, caring, intelligent, witty, and charming. He was the man you had been dreaming of.

The way he stared at you, made you blush. Unknown to you, he was having similar thoughts of seeing you in a brand new light. While he may of thought you weren’t the prettiest when you were younger, looking at you know you were like an angel.

As if his eyes were finally clear, he saw your beauty, grace, poise, elegance, kindness, humbleness, intelligent, and humor. All of the wonderful characteristics drew him towards you, meeting you half way in the room.

“So happy to be here.” you curtsied, just like at the age of six, but now you meant in with all of your being.

“’Till now I never knew.” he whispered, bowing to you.

“It’s you I’ve been dreaming of.” you both spoke, inching closer and closer to each other until you were mere inches away.

He cupped your cheek in his hand and brought his lips on top of yours. Almost as if a spark had been lit, you felt fireworks booming in your chest as you wrapped your arms around George, pulling him closer to you.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you couldn’t help the smiles that adorned your faces. You had finally found your soulmate, and he had been standing in front of you your entire life.

“And that is how your mommy and I feel in love.” George spoke lovingly to the bump that was your stomach, rubbing it softly.

You could feel soft kicks from the baby growing inside of you, and you smiled down at the sight of your husband connecting with your unborn child. “I think she liked the story.” you giggled, running a hand lovingly through his hair.

“She?” he questioned, looking up at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“Well I’m not sure, but I think it’s mother’s intuition.” you admitted.

“I love you so much, my little princess.” George whispered, pressing a small kiss to your belly. “And I love you so much, my queen.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Heartbroken and feelings

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Prompt: “George x reader were he is convinced she’s in love with Fred because they’ve been spending time together and he’s heartbroken but really they’ve been talking about her feelings for George during that time because she’s convinced she isn’t good enough ??? Maybe it all comes to a fluffy head at the burrow during the holidays? :)”

Requested?: Yes, by the lovely anon:)

(A/N): I suck at titles. Someone teach me how to make good titles. I have a lack of that talent. 

Originally posted by mikeys-bitchh

George Weasley had a secret. No, he didn’t kill a man, no, he didn’t steal all the gold. He was in love with a girl, Y/n Y/l/n. She was smart, beautiful kind and funny. She had talent for a lot of things, but her smile was so bright, that thousands of wands couldn’t recreate such a brightness. 

George, however hadn’t told anyone, not even his own brother, Fred Weasley. That was because she was spending so much time with Fred lately, he was certain she was in love with Fred. And George didn’t want to stop their happiness. He sat alone on the sofa in the common room. Y/n and Fred were off, doing whatever they were doing. Little did he know, they were just talking in the library, about a certain person.


“Fred, I don’t know if you get it.” Y/n sighted as she pressed her head against the wooden table. Her heart was racing from frustration. “I’m just not good enough for your brother. He is smart and funny, not to mention pretty handsome. And I am just… Me.” 

“No, Y/n. You are the one who doesn’t get it. He would be luck to have someone like you. You are beautiful, smart and, I got to admit; if you try, you can be funny.” Fred threw his arms in the air. “You got to deal with you feelings one time soon.” Fred continued, his voice softer. 

“I know, but I don’t know if I can accept a ‘no’.” She looked up at Fred, her eyes big and sad. 

“You don’t have to take a no. You are a strong, independent woman. You can get what you want.” Fred shrugged. 

“Yeah, thank you. I guess that’s why you have so many dates.” Y/n said with a raised brow. 

“Hey, I’m just saying that he would probably date you.” 

Y/n huffed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe if I was better. Maybe if I was good enough.” Fred sighted dramatically, they had been talking about this for a few months now. 

“Woman, you are going to kill me one day.” 


George looked up as Fred and Y/n came in, obviously arguing about something. “Hey guys!” George said, happy that there was some kind of amusement. The arguing stopped and they both put on their innocent smiles. 

“Hello George.” Fred said with a smile. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” He said, winking at Y/n before heading to his dorm. George raised a brow. 

“yeah, I should probably finish this essay.” Y/n said, her cheeks growing red. George, scratching the back of his neck, stepped aside. 

“I thought you were studying with Fred?” He asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Y/n froze for a second before pretending to be okay. 

“We had important things to discuss, so we didn’t study much.” She breathed out. 

“You were gone for almost three hours, and I couldn’t join you.” George said softly. Without an answer, Y/n left the room, faster then she had ever done before. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” George asked his brother. 

“i certainly am not ignoring you. I am just spending time with Y/n.” Fred said with raised brows. 

“Yes, with your girlfriend!” George spat, hurt in his eyes, his voice bitter. He walked away. He walked away from his brother. Away from his problems. But he took his pain with him. 

George found himself sitting on a stair, he didn’t even know where he was. And he didn’t care. With a sight, he ran his hand over his face, only to find his voice wet with tear. He hadn’t noticed he was crying. He didn’t want to be sad, because Fred and Y/n were probably happy together. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the aching pain in his chest. He knew his heart was broken. But he didn’t want to say, or even think about that. He needed to find peace with the fact that Y/n would be happy with Fred. There was nothing he could do about it. 


The twins sat in the train back home. it was Christmas break and Y/n got to stay with the Weasley’s for four days. Her parents were on a trip for work, and couldn’t make it in time. She and her best friends had been looking forwards to this moment, but it was really awkward. George didn’t say anything, he kept staring out the window. Fred was eying the two of them with confused looks. Y/n sighted and moved closer to George, placing a hand on his leg. He shot up and looked at her before his eyes drowned back in sadness. 

“Georgie, what is wrong? You have been acting strangely the last couple of days.” Y/n asked concerned. Her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face. 

“Nothing is wrong Y/n. I’m fine.” He snapped. Slightly surprised by his respond, she moved back away. 

“Okay then, George.” Both of them felt a sting of pain in their chest by the way Y/n’s voice sounded. The warm, sweet tone was gone. She sounded distant, and cold. She had always known George would never see her like that. But this wasn’t something he would ever say to her. She guessed he didn’t even want to be friends. 


The event on the train seemed to be forgotten when everyone was in the Burrow. Ron wasn’t there, he had stayed a Hogwarts with hermione and Harry. It was the second night, and Y/ tortured with horrible nightmares. She shot up and looked around, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She remembered where she was when she heard Ginny turn around. Shaking, Y/n got up, wanting a glass of water. 

The stairs were unfamiliar, and when she bumped into someone, she softly squealed before feeling an arm around her waist. 

“Y/n?” It was George. Y/n relaxed but George kept his arm around her waist. 

“Why are you up?” Y/n was aware of his arm around her waist, the nightmare almost forgotten. 

“I had a nightmare, wanted something to drink. Nothing special. What about you?” 

“I haven’t slept well in a few days.” George admitted. Y/n was concerned, he did sound tired lately. 

“You know, my mother had told me a trick. Let’s go to the kitchen, maybe it’ll work.” Y/n let her hand slide in George’s hand and pulled him with her. 


“So, what is this magic trick your mother had thought you?” George asked as Y/n opened the fridge. She smiled and shook her head. 

“You’ll see.” She mixed some milk and chocolate, honey and a few herbs. she added sugar and poured it in a cup. “Drink.” George raised a brow at her and smiled. 

“Chocolate milk?” He asked. Y/n just grinned and waited for him to take a sip. Y/n smiled when she saw his eyes grow big and look back into the cup. 

“Y/n, what did you do with it? It is good, but weird.” Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“It’s the herbs. It will help you. Just drink it and go to bed.” She smiled and made an attempt to leave. Yet, now maybe was the time to ask the question that had been bothering her for a while. 

“George, are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” His voice sounded really surprised. 

“It’s just… You have been ignoring me, almost. Did I do something wrong?” George swallowed, feeling nervous. 

“No, I was just a jerk I think.” Y/n jumped on the table, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I should just have accepted the fact that you and Fred are a couple. I mean, it was hard for reasons you wouldn’t understand but I’m really trying-” George got cut of by her laughter. 

“Why are you laughing.” 

“Because Fred and I aren’t a couple.” Y/n said, wiping away a tear. 

“yes, we spent a lot of time together, but not because I liked him! I asked him for advice, because I did like someone else and he is one of my best friends.” 

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” 

“Because it would have been rather awkward to talk about the feelings I have about you.” Y/n clapped a hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide. George was also surprised. 

“You… Like me?” Y/n sighted and rubbed her forehead, running her hands through her hair. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” George was talking quit, like they were talking about something no one could hear. 

“Because I’m not good enough for you, obviously.” She stated. That comment hurt George, because she was everything he had ever dreamed of. Kind and sweet, funny and sarcastic, bright smile and eyes that held whole universes. Not to mention her pretty face or amazing body. 

“Why would you say that? You are the most sweetest, funniest, smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I first saw you, I knew I was lost. I knew my heart had belonged to you. It was like I saw an angel. Then I talked to you, and you were what I could only describe as a real angel.” 

“When did you get so sappy?” Y/n asked with a soft laugh. George smiled and brushed a lock of hair out her face. 

“I’m acting from my heart.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing her. Y/n was gladly surprised, she smiled against his lips and grabbed his collar, bulling him in between her legs. Her lags wrapped around his waist, hands on his face and neck. His hands lay on her waist and side of her face. He smiled too. The long kiss got interrupted by a yawn from George. 

“I guess the ‘magic trick’ does work?” She asked with a grin. “You better get into bed.” She said. George groaned. 

“But I want to kiss you again.” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. 

“We will have time tomorrow.” She laughed. Jumping of the table, she pecked his lips. “Sweet dreams, Georgie.” She softly winked and turned around, walking a way. 

That night, a grin rested on both of their lips. They couldn’t wipe it off. They felt happy, knowing their feelings were answers. Knowing they wouldn’t be alone, they would have each other. 

June 20, 1917 - British Royal Family Dispenses with German Titles, Changing Family Surname from Saxe-Coburg-Gotha to Windsor

Pictured - King George V, Queen Mary, and the rest of the re-invented Windsor family.

The dog which Americans call the German Shephard was renamed the Alsation in Britain during World War One, when all mentions of Germany became a faux pas. Thus it was awkward that the royal family itself was of a German house - Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. The German duchy had furnished its fair share of relatives to the European thrones, not only in Britain, but also in Bulgaria, Belgium, Portugal. George V was Queen Victoria’s grandson; the Kaiser was his cousin.

This, of course, was an unwelcome relation after 1914, and in June 1917 George decided to be rid of the cumbersome surname and the unwanted family ties. In a measure of solidarity and as an anti-German display, he and the royal family renounced their German titles and changed the name of their house to Windsor.

The Weasley children

Bill: Bill is this tall, long haired, proud redhead who wears rings and looks hardcore but who wouldn’t want to trade his family in for anything.

Charlie: Charlie always writes letters to his siblings making sure they’re hydrated and asking what Molly made for dinner and talking about dragons. He’s also a sarcastic shitlord.

Percy: Perce might seem stuck up but being raised in such a large family he just had to work hard to get noticed - he hates having to show emotions.

Fred: Always really loud and comes off as ignorant but he actually just prefers to have a laugh rather than feel sad.

George: Yes, he loves Freddie to bits but he also likes peace and quiet so he helps Molly in the kitchen and has become a fantastic cook. 

Ron: Being so brave, fun, smart yet awkward cowardly his family are always entertained by his reactions to things. His smile is abnormally contagious.

Ginny: Everyone thinks “oh a girl” She’s so sweet" but Ginny fucking Weasley could take on every one of her brothers AND Voldemort himself if she had to.

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Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger

Texts From Last Night

“It’s not a walk of Shame if you run.”


“It’s not a walk of Shame if you run.”

Fred jumped startled, spinning around to find none other than Sirius Black, lounged on the sofa.

“Take it from me I’m kind of an expert.” he continued amused as one half of a duo shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“Um…” Fred tried to reply but the words just wouldn’t come to him. The older man simply smirked standing from the couch.

“Coffee?” he asked turning away before Fred could answer.

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Relationship with George.

Relationship with George??? pLEASE AND THANK YOU - JE

big spoon/little spoon: George is the big spoon. He is always as close as possible to your body. He says it is the fact that the bed is tiny but he really doesn’t need to be that close.

favourite non-sexual activity: George loves to play Quidditch with you. You are terrible at it but he loves that. It’s the perfect excuse to grab you and tackle you. Even when you point out there is no tackling.

who uses all the hot water:

You do. It’s even worse if he jumps in with you. This happens a lot!

the most trivial thing they fight over: You cleaning up what you think is a mess when it’s his newest pet project. “Love you put the new farting candy in the bin!” “I honestly thought they were old gross raisins.”

who does most of the cleaning: You. Molly was too good to hIm but you do feel a bit like a mother at times.

season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue:

It’s your Netflix. He likes it at times but when you’re bingeing something he gets sad that he is not your full attention.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: You. It probably broke because of something he did. When the person comes to fix it however he likes to nod along and makes comments like he knew all along.”See y/n I said it was probably the coil.”

who steals the blankets: George does. Even though you have been sleeping together for quite some time he forgets there is another body in the bed that also needs warmth. “You are a twin. You should know how to share. You shared your mother.””Yah worst nine months of my fuckin life.”

who leaves their stuff around: George. Is that even really a question.

who remembers to buy the milk: You. Molly has always taken care of everything and you have been lovingly passed the buck.

who remembers anniversaries: You. He always seems to pull through somehow.

Who cooks normally?: George funnily enough.Molly has taught two of her children how to cook and He and Ginny were the only two who seemed interested.

How often do they fight?: Everyday. “I swear t’ god if you don’t stop ticklin’ me I will lose my bloody mind.” or the famous “ Stop trying to prank me! I know all of your secrets.”

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: George is working. You are reading a book in the quiet as it isn’t often you have silence in your life.

Nicknames for each other?: George loves to call you Petal. Or Love. You call him Lamb. The two of you are still not sure where it came from but it has stuck.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: George would pay every time if you let him. You insist however on keeping it fifty-fifty.

What would they get each other for gifts?: George gets you simple gifts that you want. It’s always that newest book you won’t shut up about. You stick with things he would never buy himself that he wants. Like a fancy watch.

Who kissed who first? : You did. It was a surprise to the both of you, however. It was after the match that the team had won. You ran up to give him a celebratory hug with an accidental kiss. The accidental kiss was replaced by a much more passionate kiss quickly after the two of you pulled apart.

Who made the first move?: George. In his dorm bed. At night. With all of his roommates in their own beds a couple of feet away. It was awkward and amazing.

Who remembers things?: George. He was terrible at school but he can tell you what might be in one of his tricks.

Who started the relationship?: You did because you made Fred ask George what the hell was taking so long.

Who cusses more?: George. He is pretty good at not swearing near kids. He is, however, terrible at not swearing around his mother who makes sure to give him a hearty smack.

What would they do if the other was hurt?: George would stay near your side. He would have to be forced to leave to eat or shower.

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Anonymous asked: Hey megpie! I was wondering if you could do a sandor x reader where he has to cuddle the reader like they share a bed for some reason just something real fluffy Thank You!!

Here you go, lovely! I do not own Sandor. He belongs to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: Awkward fluff! 

Pairings: Sandor Clegane x reader

Originally posted by sandor-clegane-appspot

If you had known that there was only one room available in the inn, you wouldn’t have insisted on stopping for the night. To make matters worse, that one room had only one bed.  Unfortunately, it was too late now. Winter had finally come and it was too cold to travel at night. You knew that you’d never make it to Winterfell if you froze to death.

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Fred Weasley Imagine - I Think I'm Falling In Love With You. I'm Scared. Part 2

Pairing: Fred x Reader
Word Count: 2050
Request: Oh my god pkease write a part 2 for the fred ‘i think im falling in live with you and im scared’ imagine its amazing 😍 + many more
Blurb: She was sure she didn’t want to date again whilst at Hogwarts, but then Fred kisses her and everything changes. But he is dating Angelina Johnson and she cannot and will not fall for her best friend, she tells herself. 
Authors Note: I’m proud of myself for uploading. Next one should be end of the week :)



You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t just going to sit there and cry, that would be too pathetic. Even more pathetic than the situation you were in. Wiping your nose, you tried to stop crying as you quickly walked to your Common Room. No one would be in there as they would all be in class. But you couldn’t be bothered to go to class, especially considering Fred was in most of them.

You sat on your bed and let the tears start flowing again. You felt like a loser, skipping classes, crying your heart out, all over a boy who is taken. And you started feeling guilty because you kissed Fred, knowing that he was going out with Angelina. You felt sick knowing that it was a matter of time before the rest of Hogwarts found out. The things they would say about you, the rumours they would start… It all made you start crying even harder. You never meant it to get this bad.

You didn’t go to any of your classes, you didn’t usually have days off and you thought you were in need of one. It never hurts to treat yourself every now and again. However, you, unfortunately, needed food and it wasn’t until dinner time that you started to get hungry.

You purposely left when dinner was just about over so you wouldn’t see many people. But of course, your plan backfired when you saw a tall red head sitting on the lounge in the Common Room, near the door. And off course, he was going to see you and start asking questions. You tried to sneak past him, winced and stopped when he called out your name.

“Where have you been? It’s not like you to skip classes!” His tone was soft and you were scared you would start crying if you talked. “Have you seen Fred today? He hasn’t been in class either?” Your ears perked up at Fred’s name and you finally turned to face him.

“No, I haven’t.” You shook your head and bit your lip once George noticed your red, puffy face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, patting the seat next to him for you to sit down. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You walked sluggishly to the lounge to sit next to him. There were only a few other people in the Common Room and you were certain they all looked at you when you started crying. George wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his shoulder. Now you were once again feeling helplessly pathetic. “Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” George asked, rubbing your back.

“No.” You whispered, not sure if he heard you. You can’t talk about guy issues to a guy whose twin is the guy you’re having issues with.

“Have you forgiven me for whatever reason you were mad at me for?” He asked again as you lifted your head up. You shook your head before replying.

“I wasn’t mad at you!” You realised the way you acted would have made George think you were mad at him, but you needed to let him know you weren’t.

“Well, you sure acted like it.” He said, still trying to keep his voice calm.

“I know, I was just being stupid and I don’t know.” You sighed rubbing the tears away from your eyes.

“Well, I forgive you for acting mean towards me,” George said jokingly, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “But can we go get food, I haven’t eaten all day.” You admitted sheepishly knowing George would be outraged.

As you walked to the Great Hall you got lectured by George on the importance of eating food, you nodded as if you were listening, but you weren’t really.

“Hey Fred, mind if we join?” George asked, not knowing how uncomfortable you started to feel. There weren’t many people left in the Great Hall, just a handful on each table. Fred nodded as he wrapped an arm around Angelina, avoiding eye contact with you. You and George sat opposite them as George started putting food on your plate.

“I can get my own food, you know?” You rolled your eyes taking the spoon out of his hand.

“Can you?” He asked sarcastically raising an eyebrow at you.

“Hey Y/N, why weren’t you in class today?” Angelina asked politely, turning away from Fred to look at you.

“I just wasn’t feeling the best today.” You gave a small smile as she nodded sympathetically.

“That’s not good, I hope you start feeling better soon.” You nodded as a sickly feeling started forming in your tummy. Yes, you were glad Angelina hadn’t found out about you and Fred, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t eventually find out. You didn’t want it to happen this way. You didn’t want to confess your feelings to Fred while he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who was so sweet and nice and didn’t deserve to have someone else wanting her boyfriend.

You looked up to find Fred and Angelina kissing. You noticed Fred pulling away and you looked away before he saw you looking. You slowly picked at your food, all of this guilt was making it hard to eat. But you knew you wouldn’t get out of here without eating a whole meal, not with George around.

You tried hard not to make eye contact with Fred throughout the rest of the dinner, but it was exceptionally hard. Angelina had her hand on his thigh the whole time and he would kiss the side of her head every few minutes. You knew you weren’t ever going to have a chance with Fred, but it still hurt to watch. You were scared, thinking you would have to go back to ignoring everyone again. And that didn’t end well the last time you decided to do that.

The following week, you decided that you needed a change. Falling for a man that was already taken was unhealthy and pathetic, you were much better than that. You decided to go about this week with as much confidence as you could and decided it was best to stay far away from Fred. But of course, that didn’t go too well considering he was in most of your classes and George hadn’t realised the awkwardness between you two.

But you were trying to change, you were trying to be positive and you weren’t going to let some boy get in the way of that. You made sure you never sat next to him and excluded yourself from the conversation when he started talking. This was effective until you had the class where it was only you and him.

You got to the class early, hoping to get a seat without walking in with Fred. Fred came in late and as everyone knew Fred usually sat with you, no one sat next to you, meaning Fred had to sit in the only empty spot next to you. You sighed. It was alright, you were going to be alright.

Nothing was said as he sat down quickly getting his quill and parchment out. You were writing notes, your body facing the other way, ignoring his presence.

You believed nothing would be said between you two during this lesson until Fred broke the silence.

“You know I hate you at the moment.” He whispered, writing his notes and not looking up. You looked up at him, not believing he just said that then going back to furiously writing. You took a deep breath. You were meant to be positive, but you were only positive you would start crying. You decided to ignore him before he continued. “I have liked you for as long as I can remember and you basically rubbed it in my face that you didn’t want to date another guy ever again. So I try to move on with my life and start seeing someone else, and then you tell me you love me? Do you know how fucked up that is Y/N?” Your chair scraped on the floor as soon as he finished his sentence.

“Professor, may I please go to the bathroom?” Your Professor wasn’t happy, but let you go. You could feel Fred’s eyes glued to the back of your head as the Professor continued the lesson.

You basically ran to the girl’s bathroom, trying desperately not to let any tears fall. As soon as you got inside, you let them fall. He is such a dickhead, how dare he speak to you like that? You reminded yourself you treated him like shit for a few weeks, but that wasn’t important right now. You locked yourself inside a stall and helplessly cried. So much for being positive. 

You shook your head and got out of the stall. Getting some paper towel you wiped your tears away and blew your nose. Positive. You had to stay positive. Fred was just a boy, you weren’t going to let your life get ruined by a boy. You were better than this, much stronger than this. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, tried to put your head up high and walked back to the classroom, reminding yourself Fred wasn’t worth it.

Everyone turned to look at you as you walked through the door and you looked down. You reminded yourself no one knew what just happened and held your head up high again. You sat down quickly and started furiously writing down notes, trying to catch up.

“I would hate me too.” You whispered, quickly looking at him to make sure he heard. “I treated you like shit and then admitted all of my feelings for you. It was wrong, I don’t know what I expected from doing that. I was just sad and confused and I know that is no excuse but we can’t go back in time and change it so can we just move on? Pretend it never happened? You can continue dating Angelina and no one has to know what happened.” You said, all whilst continuing to furiously write.

“Well that can’t happen can it?” He asked sarcastically making you glare at him, your eyes squinted at the playful smirk he had.

“Why not?” You scoffed looking back down at your notes.

“Because I already broke up with Angelina.” He admitted sheepishly. You dropped your pen and looked at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” You nearly yelled, causing a few people to stare, thankfully none of these people was the Professor. “Why? Do you know what the rest of Hogwarts is going to say about me when they find out that I kissed you and then a few days later you broke up with Angelina? Do you know what Angelina is going to think of me? Because none of it is going to be good. I can’t believe you-” Your rant was cut off by Fred chuckling.

“Who says I broke up with her because of you?” He asked raising an eyebrow at you and giving you a cheeky smile. Your cheeks went bright red, which only made Fred laugh harder.

“Oh.” You said quietly, continuing to write notes down. However, your focus was more on your embarrassment rather than on what you were writing.

“This didn’t turn out how I expected it to,” Fred admitted going back to writing notes.

“What didn’t turn out how you expected?” You asked, not looking up.

“Us.” You looked up at him and he was looking at you already. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear as he leant in to kiss you. You instantly kissed back and got that familiar feeling in your tummy. Except for this time, you didn’t feel bad about it. You smiled at him as he pulled away and he winked at you.

You bit your lip as you continued to write your notes. It probably wasn’t the best idea to kiss Fred in front of your class, especially considering many people probably didn’t know about his break up with Angelina, but you would worry about that later. Right now, you could just focus on the wonderful boy sitting next to you.

306pm  asked:

So I share my birthday with Lafayette, but I don't know a whole lot about him, so I was just wondering what your favorite random Gilbert™ fact is?

Seeing as he is my most favorite historical figure of all time- I have very many. But I’ll keep it short- here is a list of some of my favorite Lafayette moments:

  • When he was a child, there was a “beast” that tormented the town that he was living in, in the country side. He since he was little always wanted the beautiful taste of liberty and as a little kiddo tore a gun off the wall and ran into the woods to go kill it. But, a hunter had already killed it and he was in dismay. 
  • Lafayette disguising himself as a pregnant women in order to get passage onto a ship to take him to America against King Louis XVI’s wishes. 
  • After getting shot at the Battle of Brandywine, Lafayette talked all night long with James Monroe in French who basically just talked about how much he loved Thomas Jefferson.
  • When Lafayette learned that the French had decided to ally with the United States- Lafayette burst into tears and starting hugging George Washington who just got really shocked. 
  • At the execution of John Andre, Lafayette started crying and Washington comforted him. 
  • When Washington learned of Benedict Arnold’s betrayal he burst into tears and Lafayette had to comfort him. 
  • Lafayette got really sick during the winter from riding on horse back in the sleet and Washington stayed by his bedside as much as he could. 
  • Lafayette’s father died in a battle by a canon ball shot from a general who was fighting on the British side in the American Revolution. Wanting to get revenge, Lafayette aimed several canons at the home in which that general was staying and demolished the place. It was devastating for him to learn that that general had already died of illness several months earlier. 
  • Lafayette meeting Thomas Jefferson for the first time in the Virginia and there being this instantaneous click between the two of them. Both were very tall, and ginger and Lafayette was so amazed by Jefferson’s talents and how cultured he was. 
  • Lafayette being forced to dance with Marie Antoinette but he was so tall and awkward that he stepped on her feet several times and everyone laughed at him. 
  • Just- the entire last week that Washington and Lafayette ever saw one another. Don’t make me cry (make me die). 
  • In 1789 while commanding the National Guard, he gazed up at a window to see Patsy Jefferson peering out of it. He stopped his troops and bowed his hat to her, winking at her before continuing on his way. 
  • Lafayette was the last to die. Everyone he had ever truly loved as a friend besides his children and grandchildren all perished before him. 
  • Lafayette visiting George Washington’s grave and just standing here, he told everyone to leave him be and he sat there for a long while and just meditated. He was then given a ring with a lock of George Washington’s hair in it. 
  • Lafayette gathering soil from the earth of Bunker Hill and asking his son Georges to make sure that he sprinkled the American soil over his grave so that he is buried in France and America. 
  • Lafayette was at a parade while visiting America and this was long after Alexander Hamilton had passed, but one of his sons walked up to him and Lafayette saw the resemblance immediately and even thought it was Hamilton himself and fainted. 
  • Lafayette randomly picking up a six year old child and kissing his cheek. That boy was Walter Whitman. 
  • Lafayette breaking his leg in his early seventies after slipping on some ice. 
  • In Lafayette’s last moments, he kissed a locket he had around his neck baring Adrienne’s picture, name, last words and a lock of her hair before he passed away. 

Sources: past research and Lafayette by Harlow Giles Unger

Secret Santa ~ Sirius Black imagine

Hi, could you do another Sirius Black one for me (because I keep on rereading the last one), where during Christmas in OotP I give him a present because he was nice to me but I didn’t label it that it’s from me, because I thought it would be weird/awkward since I don’t know him that much, and him eventually figuring out who it was? Thanks!

~Secret Santa~

“(Y/N)! How lovely to see you, dear! Merry Christmas” Mrs. Weasley said happily, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek. “Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Merry Christmas” You said, giving her a bright smile and hugging her back. 

This year, you were invited to celebrate Christmas with the Weasleys at the Order. They had invited others as well. You knew most of them, except for one. His name was Sirius Black, and that’s all you knew. 

“Hello Fred! Hi George!” You said cheerfully, showering them both with hugs. You’ve known Fred and George for about 4 years, and during those 4 years, you met the rest of the Weasleys. You had to admit, they were a really fun family to hang out with.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” Fred and George asked. “I’m great. It’s nice to spend a holiday with my friends” You smiled. 

“FRED! GEORGE! COME HELP ME IN THE KITCHEN!” Mrs. Weasley shouted. They quickly bolted to the kitchen, leaving you in the family room by yourself. 

Sirius walked in. He gave you a smile and a wave, and you waved back. You didn’t really know Sirius that well, and you felt a bit awkward around him. 

“Alright everyone! Dinner is ready! After that, we’ll be opening presents! Let’s go!” Mrs. Weasley announced. Everyone began making their way to the dining room. You took a seat in between Harry and George. Everyone began helping themselves to the feast Mrs. Weasley made. You quickly engaged in conversation with the people around you. The room was filled with warm laughter that made you feel at home. 

After a long time, everyone had finally finished their food. “Alright! Time to hand out the presents!” Mr. Weasley said as he grabbed boxes from under the large, beautifully decorated tree. So far, everyone had gotten a gift.

You received a lovely blue sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley, a box of chocolates from the twins, A chocolate frog from Ron, and a container of Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans from Harry. 

“Sirius, this one is for you. Hmm, that’s odd. There’s no name on it” Mr. Weasley said, handing Sirius the box. 

You had gotten a present for Sirius so you wouldn’t seem rude, but you didn’t put that it was from you. You didn’t really know him, and it felt a little weird. 

Sirius opened the box, and chuckled. He pulled out a dog collar. Everyone laughed along, including you. “I wonder who gave me this” Sirius said, examining the collar with a grin on his face. 


After the presents had been opened, you stayed back to help Mrs. Weasley clean up, ignoring her constant comments saying “No, your a guest. I’ll do it” “I insist” You would respond

Once you had finished cleaning, you sat down at the table, propping your head up with your hands. Sirius walked in and sat next to you with a smirk on his face. 

“Hello” You said, giving him a small smile. 

“It was you that got me this?” He asked, holding up the dog collar. 

You sighed and nodded. “I forgot to put my name on the label. I guess it was sort of a secret Santa” You giggled. Sirius laughed along.

“I like it a lot, actually” He paused, putting it around his neck. “Does it look good?" 

You laughed. "It does suit you” You said with a smile. He smiled back.


Thank you for requesting!


“You’ve Always Got Us”  ~  Weasley reader

“Hey! Can i Have an Imagine where The Reader is In Year 3 and She gets a Boyfriend and The Twins Get overprotective and Furious (The Twins are her older brothers) Thanks!❤️✨” ~@hogwartsfanfiction03 

Hi! Thank you so much for the request!! I absolutely loved it! The twins are my faves! I hope you enjoy!!😊😘

  • y/n - your name
  • y/b/n - your boyfriend’s name



Fred and George came running down the hallway toward her with beaming smiles, embracing her in a hug as soon as they reached arms’ length.

“Guys! I can’t breathe!” she squealed, being squeezed tightly by her older brothers.

They let go of her.

“Where have you been?” George questioned.

Fred continued his brother’s thought. “What have you been up to?”

“Why are you two so nosy?” she sassed in a joking manner.

The twins backed away from her a bit. “Sassy today, aren’t we?” they said simultaneously.

Y/n simply giggled.

“But, really.” Fred said. “We’ve missed our pranking buddy.”

She smiled. “Well,” she started walking down the hallway with the redheads, “I’ve been hanging out with y/b/n.”

Their eyebrows raised. “Why’s that?” George asked.

Biting her lip, she answered. “He asked me out on a few dates, and something just kind of started up.”

“Oh, really?”

She blushed. “I really like him.”

The boys eyed each other with one thought in their minds. They had to check this boy out.

The boys used their free period to come up with some harmless, little pranks. They wanted to get to know this y/b/n and how well he could handle ‘surprises’ and his level of tolerance.

Dinner came quickly. Y/n and y/b/n were sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating and conversing about their next Hogsmeade trip. The twins sat on each side of them.

“Y/n! Y/b/n!”

George smiled. “How were your classes?”

“They were fine.” replied y/n.

Their conversation was rather awkward. Fred and George kept asking y/b/n random questions about himself, which made y/n feel a bit embarrassed.

She rolled her eyes as they went on with their banter. “Come on, y/b/n.” she grumbled, getting up from her seat. “These two obviously don’t know what how to shut up.”

As y/b/n stood up, Fred and George slipped some dung-bombs into the pockets of his robes. “Bye, y/n.” they snickered. “We’ll see you later.”

Just before y/n and y/b/n reached the double door entrance of the Great Hall, y/b/n’s pockets exploded with the foulest of smells. Y/n gasped and shot a menacing look to her older brothers before taking y/b/n’s hand and leading him to the common room. Fred and George laughed, but guilt overcame them.

Y/n sat down on the sofa with y/b/n and sighed with humility. “I’m so, so, so sorry about them. They are honestly the most inconsiderate people I know. I just-”

Y/b/n cut her off. “Y/n…” he smiled. “They just want what’s best for you. I know that they’re just testing me.”

“Why would you test someone with pranks?”

He chuckled. “It’s Fred and George, the pranking kings of this school. Why wouldn’t they?”

She bit her lip, but nodded with a giggle. “I guess you’re right.”

“Besides,” he continued, “it was kind of funny.”

“No it wasn’t!”

“You know it was.”

She rolled her eyes with another giggle. “Maybe a little.”

Y/b/n gave her a hug. “You’re brothers think the world of you. They just want you to have the best. Loosen up a little.”

“I have been a bit grouchy lately.”

“But you’re cute regardless.” Y/b/n stood up from the sofa as Fred and George entered the common room. “Talk to them.” Before he headed up the stairs to his dormitory, he gave her a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

The twins took a seat on each side of her on the sofa.

“That was cute.” George stated.

“Indeed it was.”

Y/n sighed. “Guys…”

“Look…” Fred started. “We miss you pranking with us.”

George added to his brothers statement. “And, we just don’t want you to grow up.”

She listened intently.

“If you grow up, so do we!” Fred joked.

“And we don’t want to grow up.”

She laughed slightly. “You two…”

“We’re sorry.”

George smirked. “But don’t let this conversation give you the idea that we won’t be watching his every move.”

“If he hurts you in any way, we’ll make sure to get him back.”

Her laugher grew a tad. “Thanks, guys.”

They smiled and kissed each cheek. “This may be our last year, but you’ve always got us!”

Fred x Fem!Reader::. Truth or Dare

It’s been so long and still zero requests!!? Guys, I’m all open. Shoot me some requests or review my work/give me feedback please! I love you all so much!
xo, claire
Warnings: bra through a wet shirt, lite truth or dare, so much fluff
A particularly sunny spring Sunday at Hogwarts had drawn nearly the entire school outside. Everyone was basking in the sun, playing games, reading, studying, doing anything and everything really. And why not? Why waste such a perfect day?
You yourself are outside by the lake, far from the castle, sitting in a circle with Angelina, Lee, and the twins, playing truth or dare. You’ve read those books in which girls with secrets always choose dare so they don’t have to give out information about themselves, but you’d rather choose truth and not humiliate yourself. So far, nothing bad has happened to you…yet-only a few simple questions that made you blush for a second before moving on.
When George finishes his dare, jinxing a bird to yell obscenities and sending it towards the school, he sits back down in between Lee and Angelina, who is seated next to you. On the other side of you is Fred.
You’ve known the Weasleys since your first year at Hogwarts when you became friends with Fred and George. Since then, you were accepted into their loving family with open arms, and you relished it. But of course, there was one problem. As the three of you grew older, your feelings started growing involuntarily towards Fred. Recently, being in the same room as him gives you butterflies. Butterflies that you want to destroy as quick as you can before it ruins your relationship. Having Fred as a friend is better than not having him at all.
George thinks for a while before a devilish smirks spreads across his face.
“Fred, truth or dare?” Fred looks up from pulling at the grass and meets his brother’s eyes quickly.
“Dare.” he responds with his confident, lopsided grin. The butterflies pick up again and you imagine yourself stabbing each of them until you regain control.
“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the circle.” Fred’s confidence falters for a split second, but it’s long enough to let the smallest blush rise to his cheeks. Nobody else seems to notice, however. He looks around the circle as if sizing each player up. You are the last person he studies, and when his eyes meet yours, you feel a heat rise to your cheeks. It might just be the fact that he makes time seem to slow down, but you feel as if his eyes linger on you a little longer than they had on anybody else. He grins at you and smirks at George before kissing his own hand.
Everyone starts laughing and George scowls. You feel as if the whole world had been holding its breath for this one simple answer to a stupid question. Of course you wanted him to kiss you, but it could’ve been worse-he could’ve gone for Angelina. Realizing this, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
A strong wind blows from behind you ruining your hair and blowing it in your face. You huff and do your best to fix it. When another wind comes right after you fix it, once again blowing your hair everywhere, you hear a low chuckle coming from your right side. Fred. You try to glare at him, but your hair blocks your face. Reaching your hand up to pull your hair back, your hand brushes against another hand tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Thanks” you say quietly, absolutely sure your cheeks are bright red. Luckily, no one notices your exchange, but seconds afterward, the group composes itself enough to move on. Unfortunately, the previously perfectly clear day has become overcast and gray. Clouds hang heavy in the sky looking as if they’ll start raining very soon. Too soon.
“Okay… Y/n” you hear Fred say. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth” you respond without hesitation. You can tell that he was ready for your answer.
“Tell us about your first kiss.” He demands. Blushing, you look down quickly.
“I, uh, I haven’t had mine yet” you say quietly. Your whole face is bright red, and you don’t have to see it to know. Taking a chance, you lift your eyes up to Fred to see his reaction. He’s looking at you with his lopsided grin on his face. George whistles. Lee laughs at the awkward situation. Angelina tells everyone to shut up because they don’t control your life and ‘she’ll kiss someone when she wants to’.
Thunder rumbles above you, and by now, many students have gone inside. The ones remaining outside are prepared to run inside the minute the rain starts to fall. Your group doesn’t seem to notice the changing weather, and the game continues with Lee picking dare.
'Y/n,“ Angelina says eventually, "truth or dare?”
All too soon, it was your turn again. You didn’t like the way the questions had been leaning recently. Too personal. Things you weren’t ready to tell /certain people/ in the group. So, with an out-of-character-move, you chose dare.
Angelina is surprised, but not for long.
“I dare you to wade into the lake at knee deep and stand there for 30 seconds.” You shiver just thinking about what’s in there, and because a small cold drop lands on your forehead. No one shows any sign of backing out because of a few small rain drops, so reluctantly, you remove your socks and shoes, and roll up your jeans. The rain picks up a little bit. There’s hardly enough to be noticeable let alone bothersome, but you glance worriedly at the sky. Your parents sent you a new shirt that was primarily white. Maybe it could hide your y/f/c bra when it was dry, but when it was wet, there was no chance.
Everyone cheers as you walk quickly to the lake. You tentatively dip your foot into the edge and immediately draw it out. The water is freezing cold.
“Guys, can I do this later?” You beg.
“No chance, love.” George smirks. Fred gives you an encouraging smile that gives you enough warmth to force yourself into the lake. Once the water reaches your knees, you turn around and stick out your tongue at your friends. Lee starts counting loudly and only five seconds in, it starts to pour. Angelina yells in surprise. You start trying to quickly make your way back to shore as George, Lee and Angelina start running away.
“What are you doing?” George yells with a huge smirk on his face “You still have 20 seconds!” All you can do is pretend-glare at him while he runs backwards to shelter so he can keep an eye on you.
By the time 20 seconds is up, you are hopping from foot to foot in the freezing water trying not to let the cold get to you too much and keep your mind of the fact that, Fred stayed behind to wait for you. You run to the shore, and Fred grabs your hand trying to pull you to the castle.
“Wait!” You yell over the thunder and the downpour you can barely see through. “I need my socks and shoes!” Fred looks down at you and blushes, but releases his grip on you.
“Okay, hurry up!” You run to find where you put your things and retrieve them quickly. It doesn’t take much thinking on your part to realize why he was blushing. Your shirt was completely see through at this point. When you run back to him, he grabs your hand again, and together, you run through the drenching rain to Hogwarts.
Once inside, the the building, he leads you quickly to the Gryffindor common room. The entire walk there, you can feel heat rising quickly to your face every time a person passes the two of you. 'Why a white shirt?’ you think to yourself repeatedly. When you reach the common room, you are happy to see that it is primarily empty. A few students are scattered around the huge red couches, but the majority of the house is out. You try to pry your hand from Fred’s grip and go up to your dorm to change into dry clothes, but he clutches your hand tightly.
“Y/n, we need to talk.” He whispers to you. You swallow nervously.
“Okay.” He leads you up to his dorm room which is thankfully empty. He seems to have forgotten about your soaked state, but you haven’t. You’re shivering now from the cool air on your wet body and decide to bring it up.
“Fred-um-I’m kinda wet, and my shirt…” You trail off, a full blush heating up your face. Fred glances down at you and blushes along with you before snapping his head up.
“Oh yeah- sorry. Uhh…” He opens his dresser and digs through it for a minute. When he spins around, he’s holding a pair of plaid pajama pants and an oversized knit sweater with a big 'F’ on the front. He grins at you and shoves them into your hands.
“Here you go. You can change in there.” He tells you while pointing at the bathroom.
“Thanks.” You reply and walk to the bathroom. You take off your dripping white shirt and shiver uncontrollably. Quickly, you throw on the huge sweater and change into the pants. It’s all so big on you. You roll the waist of the pants and cuff the ends. The sleeves of the sweater hang over your hands by at least 5 inches. 'Fred gave you clothes to wear’ you think to yourself. 'You’re wearing /Fred’s/ clothes.’ And the best part is, the clothes smell like Fred. You inhale deeply. You’ll never get enough. Suddenly slightly self-conscious, you fix you hair quickly into a messy bun. 'What does Fred want to talk about?’ you wonder. You let your doubt take over your thoughts. He’s probably telling you that you were to flirty, or that he doesn’t like you in the way you seem to obviously like him. But then again, you /are/ wearing his clothes… Butterflies build up in your stomach and you feel the water works getting ready to start if you keep these thoughts up.
Shyly, you open the bathroom door and see Fred across the room sitting in his bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a tattered looking journal. He changed too and now wears a pair of plaid pants not unlike yours and an old t-shirt.
“Hey.” You say as you walk towards the bed. You put your clothes, now folded, on the trunk at the end of his bed.
“Hey.” He responds as he gazes at you. There’s something in his expression that looks just like- but no. Not that. Not admiration. Certainly not love. You smile and stand by the bed awkwardly for a moment before he moves over on the bed.
“Sit here” he says grinning at you. His face looks excited now. Or nervous.
“Thanks” you say and slide in next to him. You pull his blanket up to your chin without thinking about it and your smile grows from how warm and happy you feel right now. “Umm,” you start nervously, “you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah,” he says, “ I was just wondering- about the game this afternoon- you really haven’t had your first kiss yet?” He stammers out. You huff and answer defensively.
“I just haven’t had the chance to kiss the guy I want to yet, okay?”
“No, no!” He says quickly, “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing… I’m just surprised. I mean, a girl like you…” He trails off. You look up from fidgeting nervously with your hands and meet his eyes. Suddenly, you realize how close you are to each other.
“A girl like me…” You repeat, hoping he’ll finish the thought. Still holding eye contact with you, he continues in a whisper.
“I mean, a girl like you who is funny, and smart, and considerate, and responsible, and-”. Unconsciously, you both had leaned close together, and now your faces were now mere inches apart.
“And…” You repeat.
“and beautiful.” He breathes. Your breath hitches and your eyes close. You feel Fred lean in and you mirror him. His lips press against yours firmly, but softly. Desperately, but calmly. Perfectly. You smile into the kiss and feel Fred do the same. When you both pull apart, it’s nearly impossible to resist kissing him again.
Fred wraps his arms around you, and you snuggle closer to him.
“I love you”
“I love you”

Big Boy

Paring: Ringo/George

Rating: NC- 17

Set in: 1965

Summary: Ringo is a big boy and George loves it.

Disclaimer: I do not own them in anyway. This is purely fictional.

Author’s note: I feel weird writing this, but it was fun. For the anon who wanted more Starrison and the anon I got recently asking for something with size-kink. Enjoy!

‘I can’t believe these girls actually want to know this?!’ John exclaimed from his chair where he sat spitting through magazines and papers, reading all the crap people are saying about them. As always, Paul was by his side before George had even opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about now.

‘These girls… they… unbelievable!’ was the answer that George was given, which of course was no answer. George stood up from his chair and walked over to them.

‘I DO NOT HAVE A TINY DICK!’ Paul suddenly shouted angrily at the magazine in John’s hands. John looked up at Paul from under his eyelashes with an amused grin on his face.

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pparknson-deactivated20170607  asked:

ransy + secret relationship/everyone eventually finding out

  • george finds out first. bc after his amicable, but no less painful, break up with hermione, ron moves in to the spare room in the apartment above the shop to help george out (and not at all because the thought of living alone is terrifying)
  • they usually go to pansy’s (because she wasn’t worried about living alone) but it eventually just becomes easier to stay at ron’s.
  • and things go smoothly for over a month
  • until one night, well into the early hours of the morning, george gets up to use the bathroom and runs into a dark haired, oddly familiar woman wearing his brothers shirt in the hallway
  • pansy massages her temples. george rubs his eyes. there’s a short and awkward silent stand off before pansy sighs and her hands fall to her sides “i’m fucking your brother!” she exclaims, and continues on her way back to ron’s room
  • the next morning ron comes to the kitchen for breakfast and george starts to tell him about this weird dream he had and “that uh, mean parkinson girl in your year was in it.”
  • “she’s not that mean,” ron comments, his mouth full of bacon
  • “don’t ruin my reputation,” pansy only half jokes as she steps into the door way. george chokes on his orange juice
  • harry is the next to find out. after george finds out, staying at ron’s becomes even easier and having pansy around becomes a semi regular occurrence
  • harry stops by the shop on day, just to see how things are going and he’s chatting with george for a bit when he notices someone rushing around the back isles and heading towards the door. “thanks for shopping!” george calls, a laugh in his voice
  • but harry’s face is scrunched and there’s a name on the tip of his tongue, “was that… pansy parkinson?” 
  • george’s face goes blank and he stammers a little and busies himself with a box of stock in front of him. “i, uh - was it? that’s weird.”
  • “afternoon,” ron chimes, rounding the counter, “oh hey harry, what’s going on mate?”
  • and harry looks from ron’s flushed and cheery face, to the door, to george who’s fake busy and trying desperatly to hold back a laugh, then back to ron who suddenly looks very guilty
  • and it still takes him longer than he’d like to admit but after a few more  minute harry gasps and ron’s begging him not to tell hermione
  • “we’re not serious and we just don’t want people talking about it, you understand?”
  • ginny finds out that night
  • and for the next few months they were the only three that knew
  • and whether or not either one would ever admit it to themselves, they start to get serious. they even begin spending time in public together while the suns out and start having actual conversations.
  • then one evening, not long after the work day;s end, draco’s in pansy living room and he’s yelling for her
  • “you’re not going to believe what potter let slip this afternoon,” he says as she rushes into the room, bewildered. “oh hell pansy, put some clothes on. you’re going to laugh so hard when i -” but he stops short when things start connecting in his brain. “who’s in there?” he asks, pointing to the bedroom
  • pansy huffs and adjusts the sheet she’s wearing “what right have you -”
  • “pansy?” ron calls from the bedroom and draco’s eyes grow wide
  • “weasley!? you’re fucking weasley!? please tell me this is some sort of sick curiosity thing!”
  • pansy opens her mouth to tell him to fuck off but find’s other words coming out first
  • “there’s nothing wrong with ron, draco! he’s warm and funny and… and kind and i really fucking like him so fuck off, okay?”
  • “you - you like me?” ron asks, having put on his pants to see what was going on. pansy turns to him, never having been in this situation and very unsure of what to do next
  • “um… i’ll come back later,” draco says and with a pop, he’s gone. 
  • its a long night but they come out of it in a more secure position and the next day pansy calls daphne and tracey to finally tell them who this mystery guys is they’ve been hearing about for so long
  • and ron talks to harry, who helps him talk neville and the rest of the guys but he decides to talk to hermione by himself
  • its awkward and uncomfortable but he knew that if he wanted to keep one of his best friends then he’d have to start sharing his life sooner or later. surprisingly, she gets it. she’s not ready to start having sleepovers and girls nights with pansy, but she gets it.
  • pansy and ron both thing it’s probably a good idea to wait more than a little while later to tell their parents. 
The Legacy of the Marauders

The Weasley Twins had gotten caught.

They had thought that they were in the clear. Just a few more yards and they’d be in the Gryffindor common room. So they had gone for it at a flat out sprint.

Then that damned cat, Mrs. Norris, had tripped George up. The boy had yelled for his twin to keep going, to leave him behind, but Fred had refused. They were twins. They stuck together; no matter what.

By the time George had gotten up, and the two had started to run again, Argus Filch, Enemy No. One, had turned the corner and had found the culprits behind all of the fifth floor being painted blue. All of it.

“You!” Filch screeched, hobbling forward.

“Who, him?”

The Weasley Twins spoke at the same time, both pointing at the other brother.

“Both of you,” Filch growled, forehead throbbing. “I know what you did!”

“Do you really?” George asked.

“Well, then,” Fred continued. “Care to enlighten us? Because I’m afraid we haven’t the slightest clue.”

Filch sneered, coming to a stop in front of the beaming gingers. “Come with me. The both of you.”

Fred and George exchanged a glance and a sigh, knowing that they had lost this battle. Frowning, they trudged along behind the caretaker. They listened warily to the mutterings he said to himself, underneath his breath.

After what seemed to be ages, the trio finally reached Filch’s cupboard of an office. Grumbling to himself, the caretaker shuffled them into the two rickety chairs in front of his cluttered desk. Four different file cabinets were in each of the corners, all with random pieces of parchments sticking out of an array of drawers.

George glanced around the cluttered room, his eyes skimming over his brother as he glared at Filch. Looking at the largest file cabinet (it was so tall that it nearly touched the ceiling), the corner of George’s lip twitched. Nudging Fred in the side, George discreetly nodded towards the storage area with the file cabinet, which was very obviously marked ‘Confiscated Items.’

A wicked grin spread across Fred’s face as he made eye contact with his twin. Flicking his eyes toward the caretaker, Fred scrunched his eyebrows together. George bit his lip, before finally shrugging. There was no way they could distract Filch if both of them were in the office with the man.

“Ah!” The exclamation caught the twins’ attention. They looked up to see Filch holding a piece of parchment and a quill. “Detention form. Let’s see… Student: Fred and George Weasley. Reason: Somehow managed to paint the entirety of the fifth floor blue. Comments: Punishment suggested to be whi-”

A scream and then a crash cut the caretaker off. The trio all looked up at the ceiling, waiting for any clue to what was happening. Another crash sounded, shaking dust from the ceiling, before being followed by shrill laughter.

“Peeves,” Filch growled. “Stay here!”

The man hobbled out of the room as fast as he could. Fred and George glanced at each other, amazed at their luck. Acting quickly, Fred went to the door to stand watch and George rushed to the file cabinet, slamming the drawer open. George shuffled through the objects, trying to find the best thing to take.

There was a wide array of Fanged Frisbees and Filibuster’s Fireworks, along with Dungbombs and Fake Wands. Multitudes of Zonko’s products were in the drawer, which wasn’t much of a shock. There was everything from Nose-Biting Teacups to Shock Quills. George frowned. He was trying to find anything of use, but he and Fred already had most of these things stored away in their dorm. Then, his hand brushed something unexpected.

Brow furrowed, George pulled out a blank parchment. “Here’s something,” he called.

Fred turned, looking to see what his brother had discovered. “What are you on about? It’s just a piece of rubbish parchment.”

“Then why’s it with ‘confiscated items?’”

“I dunno. Maybe he misplaced it.”

George shook his head, turning the parchment over in his hands. “I don’t think so.”

Fred opened his mouth to argue, but was cut off by the sound of shuffling feet. Swearing under his breath, Fred raced back to his seat next to his brother. George was already in his chair, and was in the process of shoving the parchment under his shirt. Fred tossed a light glare at his twin, shaking his head minutely. George rolled his eyes, and the door slammed open.

Filch hobbled in, angrily muttering to himself. Shuffling around the corner of his desk, the old caretaker hit his toe against the edge of one of his filing cabinets. The man swore loudly, shaking his head as he sunk into his rickety, wooden chair. He grabbed a quill and some parchment and started to write.

The twins exchanged an awkward glance. Fred cleared his throat.

Filch looked up, shocked when he saw two Gryffindor boys sitting in front of him. When had they gotten there? What were they up to? He stumbled over his questions before finally managing to point at the door.

“Get out!”

Fred and George were out the door and halfway down the corridor before they even considered asking questions. The boys slowed down from the sprint they had, simultaneously glancing over their shoulders.

“Wonder what that was,” George said.

“Who cares, mate?” Fred grinned, clapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We got out scot-free. I don’t plan on complaining.”

George rolled his eyes, but smiled back at his brother all the same. Fred was right, obviously. He usually was.

“Only thing is,” Fred said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why’d you grab that parchment, mate? It’s rubbish compared to everything else.”

“We already had everything else,” George replied. “Besides, I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

Fred opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a high pitched giggle.

“The Weasel Twinnies are in trouble again…”

The boys looked up to see Peeves floating above them, grinning crazily.

“I would know. Old Filch-y was screaming, and whining, and hollering about you when he walked into a mist of Memory Fog.”

“Memory Fog?” Fred asked.

“What’s that?” George continued

Peeves laughed. “Oh, no. Good ol’ Peeves won’t give his secrets out that easily.”

The Gryffindor troublemakers shouted protests as Peeves hovered away, cackling madly. Fred pouted after the poltergeist.

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” George said. “We’ll get it out of him eventually. We’ve got seven years to do so, anyways. And when we do, we’ll add it to our products for the joke shop.”

“I suppose,” Fred sighed. “Anyways, you said you had a good feeling about the parchment? Fireflies.”

The duo had reached the Gryffindor Common Room. Together, they clambered through the secret entrance. The Common Room was just as packed as usual. Things were flying around the circular space, and friends shouted across the room to each other. The boys sat down on the ground in a cornered area with an obstructed view of everyone else, ducking their heads in towards each other.

“Yeah, I did,” George confirmed.

Fred was dubious. “How can you get a feeling from a piece of parchment? What’s it supposed to do?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s got to do something good, right?”

Fred sighed. “I still think you’re wrong and that it’s a piece of rubbish that Filch misplaced.”

George finally looked up from the parchment. “Two sickles you’re wrong.”

“Alright, fine,” Fred shook his brother’s hand with a raised eyebrow.

George nodded, leaning back against the wall. He tapped his wand against the parchment, brow furrowed. He mumbled to himself, thinking out loud, “How can a piece of parchment help two trouble makers?”

“Let me know when you realize it won’t, will you?” Fred said.

George scoffed, looking down at the parchment. Black ink marks stained corners of the page. As George looked closer, he noticed that the ink seemed to be swirling around. He let out a strangled gasp, and his his brother in the shoulder.

“Ow! What?!”

“What did I just say?”

Fred stared. “What?”

“What did I just say? Just a little bit ago?” George’s voice was rushed.

“I don’t know,” Fred said. “Something about trouble makers?”

George repeated the words, tapping the parchment. The fading ink in the corners twisted and flowed around the parchment, before coming to the center. Words in an elegant and precise calligraphy formed on the page.

You’re getting close…

“Bloody hell,” George breathed. “Fred, take a look at this.”

Fred was still bitter as he looked at his brother, who was eagerly shaking the blank parchment in front of his face. Except… it was no longer blank. Fred stared at the cursive, completely taken aback.

“Was that there before?”

“No,” George said. “No, it wasn’t.”

“Well, how…”

“No idea.”

“Well try again!”

George rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. “You owe me two sickles.”

“Sure, sure,” Fred waved his hand mindlessly. “Just try that again!”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!” Fred said. “You got it to work before, didn’t you?”

George glared at his brother.


Ignoring Fred, George tapped the parchment with his wand again. “Give us a clue?”

The same handwriting as before spread across the page:

No need, mate. You said you were troublemakers, yeah?

The twins glanced at each other. They responded in unison. “Yeah.”

In that case, we’ll just tell you. Any trouble maker has an ally in us.

“Tell us what?” George asked.

“And who’s we?” Fred added.

We are the Marauders. Or, that’s what they called us. Essentially;

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, purveyors of aids to magical mischief-makers are proud to present the Marauder’s Map.

“Map?” George asked, eyes alight in wonder. “What are you on about?”

We, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs that is, created this when we were at Hogwarts. It’s a map that’ll show you all of Hogwarts in real time; including the shortcuts, secret passageways, and the people.

“The people?”

Yep. It shows you where they are, as they move. Whoever is in the castle. No illusion will hide them. Took a lot of work, but we managed it.

“Bloody hell,” Fred and George spoke in unison.

“How do we use it?” Fred asked, eagerly.

Just tap the map, and say ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ After that, you’ll be able to see everything in Hogwarts, the grounds, and a portion of Hogsmeade. Only the parts where passages lead though. Once you’re done, tap it again and say ‘mischief managed.’

“Cool,” the twins breathed.

Thing is, whoever was speaking to the twins continued, after that, you’re not going to be able to talk to us. That only ever happens for when someone gets the map. We react in the right  way to trigger words from people. It’s great fun really! So, we have one request.

“I- yeah!” George agreed. “Of course. This is bloody brilliant!

Keep the map here. Once you graduate, leave the map here, or pass it on in some way. When you feel the time is right, continue the legacy of Hogwarts mischief makers. Good luck, mates!

Fred and George grinned at each other.

“Let’s do this then.”

As Fred raised his wand, an urgent scrawl appeared across the map, the other handwriting slowly disappearing.


Prongs! What are you doing, mate? Let me be mysterious and charismatic, dammit!

Shut it, Padfoot. Just one more request, lads. Tell Minnie we say hello.

Fred and George grinned at each other, a devious glint in their eyes.

The next day, as Minerva McGonagall walked into her office, she faltered in her step.

A ceramic cat sat on her desk. Eyebrows furrowed, the professor walked closer. Around the cat’s neck was a plaque that read;

From the Marauders, and any future mischief makers of Hogwarts. (Love, the Weasley Twins).

A small laugh escaped her lips.

Also posted on fanfiction.net under nox06. 

Fights - Part 2

Anonymous requested:

I was wondering if you could do a george/twins one shot where the reader is a girl in gryffindor, who’s best friends with the twins even though she’s a year below them? But George and y/n get into a massive argument and end up shouting etc. and really badly insulting and hurting eachother? And they’re both really stubborn so they both continue being really nasty and dismissive toward eachother, until eventually Fred gets so sick of it and tries to get them to make up? Xoxo

Oh boy, this one is looooong! Hope you enjoy reading it though, thank you for the request xxx Have fun reading! x Click here for Part 1! 

Fights – Part 2

(Y/N) spent most of her day inside the dormitory; it was just too awkward to step out again and meet all those faces that had watched her before. Right now, what she needed was a bit of time for herself. After all, she did feel sorry for some things she said, but as their best friend, it was more or less her duty to be honest with them. And as she thought about what George had said to her, she couldn’t help but start crying again. The argument just took her up completely for a moment, which left her incapable of doing other things. What was so dreadful to her was that the twins would have been the ones to comfort her, but now, she had no one to talk to, or to be more precise, she didn’t feel like she could open up to anyone else.

Little rays of sunshine tickled her face. She was still sitting on her bed, the book she had seriously wanted to throw at George for a moment as well lay next to her. Maybe going outside for a moment would be a good idea – it was Sunday, so there was plenty of time to clear one’s mind. She just grabbed her jacket and made her way down to the common room, deciding to ignore everyone who would be staring. Luckily, there was no Weasley around, so she hurried out of the common room and headed towards the Black Lake. It always had something peaceful about it, even though she knew what kind of creatures inhabited the depths of it. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the view as she leaned on to a tree. She couldn’t be seen by anyone this way since it was covering her. Soon, she sat down and grabbed some stones. Most were thrown quite harshly into the lake, but it made her feel better, after all. Suddenly, she heard someone gasping from behind and as she turned around, (Y/N) looked directly into Fred Weasley’s face. A second later, his brother was bumping into him, his face pale and tired. All three of them just stared at eachother for a moment, but as Fred was about to say something, (Y/N) stumbled backwards and made her way back to the castle. She could literally feel George giving her a cold stare as she sped up a bit. Oh what a stupid coincidence it was that they chose the exact same spot to clear their minds.

-The next day-

“Morning, (Y/N)”, Hermione said lightly as (Y/N) took a seat opposite of her. “Morning, Hermione”, she replied, smiling curtly. Two redheads were making their way down the Great Hall – normally, they would have sat next to her, but as George spotted her, he dragged Fred away and left a gap of about 5 feet between them and (Y/N). She stared at him in disbelief for a few moments, but then she just rolled her eyes. They were behaving like children; thinking about what George had said to her about immaturity made her face turn slightly reddish. It was obvious both parties wanted to make an impression on each other now – but for the twins, it was mostly George who teased (Y/N). She knew he was looking at her every once in a while – and although she considered his (and her very own) behavior ridiculous, she turned to George as she caught him looking at her once again. “Is there something wrong or why do you keep staring?”, she asked him, frowning. Clearly having embarrassed him, he blushed and turned away. Most people had never seen him looking that angry before.

-In the evening-

It had been a long, hard day of school. Although (Y/N) was only one year younger than Fred and George, she felt as if, concerning the amount of homework she got, they were on the same level. Normally, they would have done it together; helping each other out, but today was different. She sat down in a quiet corner of the common room and tried to focus as hard as possible, but her studies were interrupted by sounds of buzzing fireworks that flew around the room. Before she could take off, the fireworks were whirring around her head, chasing her wherever she went. “Merlin’s beard, these idiots”, she mumbled, pulling out her wand. A moment later, she raised it, shouting “Diffindo!”. All at once, the fireworks shattered in front of her, so only little piles of ashes were visible on the floor. “No fun allowed, I see”, she heard a voice from the couch, whereupon chimed a slight wave of laughter. It was George who had made the comment.  “Better than being a bloody hypocrite who says he wants mature friends but behaves like a baby himself”, (Y/N) muttered back. She wouldn’t let him make fun of her; there was just too much of a rivalry going on. Lee and Seamus were sitting with Fred and George and they were grinning at (Y/N) in a most insolent way. “Told your friends about it, eh? Feeling good about it, I suppose. Very clever of you. Really impressive”, she teased. To her surprise, Lee and Seamus stopped grinning and pretended to do something else again. “Yeah, I did. At least, I know they won’t let me down.”, George snapped back without facing her. “Plus, they’re taking it in with a bit of humor. Don’t take themselves a bit too seriously, like other people might do. Mind their own business”

She was sick of this arrogant undertone and deep inside she knew that this wasn’t the real George; it was all just a matter of impressing and trying to be the superior one. Nevertheless, she could feel anger rising up inside her. “Good for you then”, she said as she made her way to the dormitory again, “I am thoroughly impressed by your bragging. Although, I have to admit, if you choose your friends with such diligence, how come you spend so much time talking to me if I’m - according to your valuation - not even worth calling myself a friend of yours? Not a good concept, to be honest.”

After what (Y/N) had said, George ignored her completely. He barely looked at (Y/N); sometimes, she felt like he had actually forgotten about her. Fred seemed to be less sulky, for he sometimes gave her quick glimpses. But whenever George and she passed the same hallway, there was something in the atmosphere that soon made Fred roll his eyes whenever they were in the same room. Things were different and everybody seemed to suffer from that in silence, but they were too proud to admit it.

Sometimes, (Y/N) acknowledged that she was missing them, but only for a short second. She was so stubborn on their rivalry now that she refused to let any happy memory cross her mind. It was sad sometimes, though.

The time came when Quidditch season was about to start and the teams started practicing again. Just as many fellow Gryffindors, (Y/N) liked watching the practicing lessons. She met up with a few of her friends and sat down on one of the wooden platforms to watch the team. As hard as she tried to avoid looking at Fred and George, she did find herself watching them for a few seconds from time to time – and there was no deny that they were really good players. After a while, her friends said that they had something to discuss with Professor Trelawney. It was weird how all three of them seemed to have the same appointment, but considering that she wasn’t too fond of listening to Professor Trelawney for an hour, she accepted it and was left alone on the platform. At least she found some joy in watching the team since it went pretty well for all of them. As she was watching the right side of the pitch where Angelina Johnson was just about to score again, she heard a muffled scream from the left side. A few players turned their heads, and so did (Y/N). Something had hit George in the face, probably a bludger. He was holding his hands over his face and fell of his broom before landing harshly on the dusty ground. (Y/N) couldn’t help but gasp silently as she saw him hitting the floor; it really did look painful and for the first time in weeks, she had felt sympathy for him. “Help” – Fred was flying toward his brother - “We need someone to bring him up the hospital wing”, he shouted, getting of his broom and checking if George was alright. “You’re staying here, Weasley, we need this practice session”, Angelina shouted from above. She seemed to be rather calm about injuries like this. “(Y/N)!”, Fred shouted, “Please!” He gave her a pleading look and without further ado, she ran onto the pitch and kneeled down beside George. “Thank you, make sure he’s fine”, Fred said before hopping onto his broom again. To (Y/N) it was strange how indifferent he seemed to be about his brother’s injury; it was so unusual. But there was no time to think about that; she carefully took George’s hands and swiped them away from his face – his bleeding nose was revealed and he seemed to be close to passing out. “Oh boy”, (Y/N) mumbled and pulled out her wand. She softly made the bleeding stop; that was all she could do at the moment. Then, she heaved him up and put his arm around her shoulder to help him walk off the pitch slowly. Luckily, Hermione was there to help her once she got into the castle and together, they brought George into the hospital wing.

George had closed his eyes now, but (Y/N) was not sure whether he was sleeping. Perhaps he had passed out? Madam Pomfrey had fixed his nose quite quickly, but she honestly still worried a lot about him. The hospital wing was pretty much deserted; it was only her sitting next to George. A big bruise covered his cheek – after all, he was lucky he had only gotten a mild injury. For an hour, (Y/N) had completely forgotten their previous fights. All she could do now was worrying whether he would be fine. “George?”, she asked softly, leaning down a bit. He didn’t respond. After she asked a second time, his eyelids moved very slowly. “George”, she gasped quietly. Now, he opened his eyes completely, visibly confused and dizzy. “What… (Y/N)?”, he muttered, trying to straighten up, but he was immediately pushed softly onto the bed again by (Y/N). “Bludger”, she said. Making eye contact was extremely awkward for some reason, so she just glimpsed at him from time to time. “Hit you right in the face. Madam Pomfrey has fixed your nose already, but I suppose the bruise is going to keep hurting for a bit”, she added, sounding slightly embarrassed of herself. It was so unusual to have a decent, soft conversation with George again. He looked around for a moment. “I can’t remember anything like this happening, but I’ll just believe you”, he then said. For a moment, he was smiling at her, but then he seemed to realize that they had been quite estranged before. “So how come you’re with me? Where’s Fred?”, he asked, sounding colder now. “Angelina wouldn’t let him leave practice. I was watching, and when I saw you falling off your broom, I-“ (Y/N) stopped for a second. She didn’t know how George would react to her doing that. “You brought me to the hospital wing?”, he finished her sentence. (Y/N) nodded, blushing. “Pretty decent thing of you to do, I must admit”, he suddenly said. For the first time during this conversation, they actually made real eye contact. “Thanks, I mean, sure, that was no problem at all”, she replied while trying to look relaxed.

Another dreadful period of silence fell between them. George actually straightened up a bit now and looked around. “Listen, George, I’m sorry”, (Y/N) finally spoke out. George turned to her, a much softer look on his face than usual these past few weeks. “I know I said a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have. Maybe I was a bit over-protective, but I just felt so sorry for Ron at the moment. I hope you understand. We kind of misunderstood each other there, I-I suppose. I comprehend you two were mad at me and maybe you still are, but I don’t think mocking each other will help. After all, we were best friends. And I missed that a bit, to be honest”

After a moment of just staring at her, George’s lips formed into a grin. “Oh, I truly was being an arrogant git, (Y/N). I must apologize myself, I guess. Maybe we were a bit… ruthless. And I forgive you. Fred and I kind of missed you too, especially on the weekends, I must confess”, he said, blushing slightly. Both of you chuckled for a moment. “Merlin’s beard, both of us were being horrible dimwits, weren’t we?”, (Y/N) said finally. George let out a laugh. “Maybe we can talk this over some time soon. But for now, I’m just glad we’re okay again”, he sighed. Suddenly, he put on a smirk again.    “We are, right?” – “Of course, you stupid git”, (Y/N) smiled and a moment later, he had pulled her into a hug. It must’ve looked quite weird since she was bending over from her chair to put her arms around him. “Oh, George, how I’ve missed you”, she chuckled, still in disbelief over her own stupidity. Suddenly, they heard a voice from behind. “I KNEW IT!”, Fred shouted, running over to his brother. “Fred? Where have you been?”, George said, looking slightly offended. “Quidditch practice, brother”, he smirked. “Fred”, (Y/N) muttered, “What is going on?”

“I, Fred Weasley, have succeeded in reconciling you two children”, he answered in a proud, teasing voice. “What?”, George asked. “That bludger hit you – I am really sorry, Georgie, please forgive me – on purpose. I made sure (Y/N) was alone on the platform so she could be the only one to help you. Angelina was part of the plan and she pretended to be very bossy about the Quidditch practice, which would finally lead to you two being alone in the hospital wing. I knew you would get sentimental after all”, he declared proudly. “I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to be mad or impressed, brother”, George said, although he couldn’t keep down a smirk. “You could’ve thought of a different way though. But you have succeeded, so I guess we’re good then”

“Fred, I’d never thought I would say this, but you’re a genius”, (Y/N) sighed before hugging him so tightly he almost fell over. “Well, I tried my best”, he smirked. “Are we good as well?” – “Of course, Fred Weasley”, she mumbled and pulled him into a deep hug again. As she let go of him, she could see George smiling at her – it felt just like the good old times again.