Imagine being Neville’s older sister and the twins having a crush on you
Written by: Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“I didn’t know you wore those, Neville.” Fred smirks as he holds up a silk bra. George laughs at the blushing dark haired student.
“I think Grandma accidentally switched out packages again, Nev.” You sigh as you set down the box of boxer, packets of seeds, and other things.
“I think so.” Your younger brother shyly nods, dropping the garment and quickly putting the lid back on it.
“Next time I think she should label it before she closes it.” You smile down at him, he quickly nods without making eye contact. “Sorry for mortifying you, kid.” You ruffle his hair.
“Not the first time.” He mumbles, you frown.
“Well,” You let out a deep breath. “I’ll make it up to you at Hogsmeade this weekend then, yeah?” You send him a hopeful smile.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to.” You cut him off. “This is the fifth time this year alone that Grandma sent you my knickers.” You remind. “The least I can do is buy you something from Zonko’s or Honeydukes for the embarrassment I have caused you.”
“Alright.” He nods.
“Fantastic.” You set a hand on his jaw and lean down to peck his cheek. “See you later, bud.”
“Cya.” He sends you a tight-lip smile as you walk back down the aisle. Once he sees you sit back down by your friends, he turns back to the twins. “What?” He questions noticing how their eyes are wide and their jaws are dropped.
“You didn’t tell us that your sister is the hottest girl in school.” George leans forward and whispers to him.
“She’s absolutely peg, man.” Fred gapes.
“I didn’t know I was obligated to inform you guys on that.” Neville admits, absent-mindedly shifting through the different things in his care package.
“Of course you were.” Fred demands.
“We’ve had a crush on (Y/N) since we saw her on the Hogwarts express first year.” George informs, Neville shrugs.
“It’s not my fault that neither of you have manned up and asked her out yet.” He deadpans, reading the label on one of the seed packets.
The gingers’ eyebrows shoot up at the usual shy boy’s bold statement… but they both give each other a sad look knowing that Neville is right.
Reading hp and the half blood prince and then I get to the part where Bill gets attacked and has a scar and molly just jumps in saying “oh well I guess that’s the wedding cancelled” and all I think is fleur looking her dead in the eye and saying “I think the fuck not” just this girl is amazing don’t think she’s some stuck up bitch cause she’s just amazing and I love her
Hey guys! Fred Weasley is just so wonderful, but all the games might get to be a bit much. I hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Sometimes when it came to being friends with and dating one of the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts was fun, other times, it caused you a significant amount of grief. Today was one of the less fun days. The twins had decided to play the ‘which on is which’ game with you. Generally, you didn’t have many issues telling them apart despite the fact they were identical. They acted very differently.
“Hey (Y/N)!” George yelled, tossing an arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, George,” You said, smiling happily. Suddenly, the redhead stopped, looking confused.
“No, mate, I’m Fred. He’s George,” He said, pointing at the other boy. You sighed.
“I know you’re not.” George and his twin stood side by side with identical confused faces. You snorted a soft laugh. They exchanged looks before looking back at you with mirrored smirks.
“Are you sure?” They asked. You nodded as you continued towards the common room. Both of them trailed after you, one on either side; each of them had leaned an arm on your shoulders. Upon reaching the portrait hole, you spit out the password automatically. The Fat Lady gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated, still ignoring the twins at your sides.
“How exactly can you–” Fred started.
“be so sure?” George finished. You laughed, setting your bag down by a chair.
“I just know, guys,” You said, turning back to them.
“Which one am I?” Fred asked, grinning at you.
“You are my dearest Fred Weasley,” You said, pecking his lips. A smirk curled on their faces.
“Wrong,” They chirped in sync.
“I know I’m right,” You said, taking a seat. The twins kneeled in front of you, trying to keep you playing their game. You just watched as they tried harder to make you wrong.
“How?” They asked. You snorted.
“The way you carry yourselves is different. Fred, you’re the more outgoing one. You talk first most of the time. You also tend to be the brains behind a plan while your counterpart is the enabler. George, you’re the more sympathetic one and you carry on a joke. Merlin’s beard, you two, I’m dating Fred and I’ve known you for years,” You giggled. They exchanged another look before disappearing into the boys dorms. This was not going to be good.
The stupid game dragged on for weeks with them only becoming more insistent upon one being the other until you began to avoid both of them. That only lasted so long though. You wanted to be able to kiss Fred again. When you finally saw them again, only one approached you as you ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The way he swaggered up to you, you almost thought it was Fred. Almost. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again.
“Hello, love,” He said, pulling you close. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back.
“What the hell, George?” You mumbled, shoving another bite of eggs into your mouth.
“I’m Fred. Honestly, you call yourself my girlfriend. You’re as bad as my mother,” He laughed. You unwrapped his arm from you, looking around for your actual boyfriend.
“No, you aren’t. I can tell because my boyfriend kisses me good morning instead of saying it.” The ginger plastered his hand to his chest looking offended as you continued on with your breakfast. Finally, Fred joined you.
“Maybe you just need to brush your teeth before I kiss you,” George suggested.
“I have,” You said, calmly. “Hello, Fred.” It was now that you acknowledged the other redhead to your left. One more reason you knew that it was him. Fred always sat on your left.
“I’m George, mate,” He said. You rolled your eyes. This game was getting annoying.
“Would you cut it out? I’m getting really sick of having to explain that I know my boyfriend is my boyfriend.” They just laughed. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
“Come on, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when our own mother can’t tell us apart,” George said, rubbing your arm. You slammed your fork on your plate angrily.
“I can tell you apart. You two are just being dicks,” You snapped. Once again they laughed into their breakfast. Just then, an evil thought crossed your mind as you took a drink. Smirking into your goblet, you decided that, if they wanted you to play the game, you’d play it. Wiping the look from your face, you placed your goblet back on the table with a sweet smile.
“Are you finally coming around?” Fred asked. You nodded with the most apologetic expression you could muster.
“Yeah. I guess I just can’t tell you apart. I’m sorry,” You said, trying to keep the bubbling laugh down.
“Everyone makes mistakes,” Fred said, nudging your shoulder with his own.
“Yeah, (Y/N), just take our word for it next time,” George said.
“You are completely right, love,” You said, finishing off your breakfast. Standing, you gathered your things for class, but not before you pressed a kiss to George’s cheek. You watched as Fred flushed lightly with anger.
“Have fun in Potions,” George said. You smiled, hugging your books to your chest.
“Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you at lunch,” You chirped, turning to Fred with the same smile you always gave his brother. “Bye George.”
You played their game for about a week and you could see Fred beginning to lose it. You hadn’t gone as far as kissing George on the lips, but you’d given him all the hugs, satisfied sighs, and special smiles that you generally reserved for your boyfriend. There was also the added bonus of seeing George look as uncomfortable as a person could look. You had only lasted about a day without telling Hermione, who was just as amused by the situation.
“How long do you think it will be before they lose it?” You asked Hermione as you flipped the page in your book. It was just you two in the common room at the moment.
“I don’t know. I heard them talking earlier and it doesn’t sound like they’re going to give up any time soon,” She replied, looking up from her book. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. You really wanted your actual boyfriend back.
“Ugggghhh,” You groaned, “I want Freddie back.”
“You could always give it up first, you know,” She suggested, knowing full well that losing was not an option for you. You glared lightly at her and she laughed.
“Don’t even go there,” You giggled. She looked thoughtful for a moment before an evil look crossed her face. That look both terrified and excited you.
“You could push them into forfeiting,” She said, ominously. You raised an eyebrow.
“I’m listening.” Hermione leaned with a devilish smile. It only took a few seconds of explaining to reach an understanding. She was telling you to really throw yourself into this. Go as far as Fred would let you go. You ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip.
“At the very least, you’d win,” She said.
“You’re not wrong,” You said, apprehensively.
“Well, are you going to go through with it?” She asked. You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before making your decision.
“Yeah. It’s not like it’ll go very far anyway,” You said with a shrug. She laughed, patting you on the shoulder.
Fred and George didn’t appear in the common room until a hour or so later, giving you and Hermione a good long time to laugh about your plan. When they walked in, you went silent. Grinning, you waved at Fred, who waved back grumpily.
“What’s wrong?” You asked. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms.
“Georgie’s just upset because he can’t get himself a girlfriend,” George laughed. You gave a fake pout in Fred’s direction. Glancing at Hermione, she gave you a subtle smile and excused herself to go to bed.
“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” You said, punching him in the arm lightly. He simply gave you a sour look and you moved from his side to George’s lap.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, reddening slightly. It took everything you had to keep the impending smirk off your face. This was so obviously George. Fred always welcomed you into his lap with a kiss and a good natured joke at his brother’s expense.
“Yes, love?” You asked, innocently. You batted your eyelashes at him and intertwined your fingers with his.
“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to do this in front of my little brother here?” He asked. You giggled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
“It hasn’t ever bothered you before.” You snuggled into the younger twin, placing the top of your head just under his chin and turning to look at your actual boyfriend.
Fred had crossed his arms and locked his fudge colored eyes onto the fireplace with an ugly look on his face. Red was creeping up his neck and turning his ears the same shade as his hair the more friendly you got with George. The thought of beating them at their own game made you continue with your antics. This was also basically a guarantee that they’d never play this game with you again. They still hadn’t broken yet. You shrugged internally. You’d just have to push a little further.
“You know, George, I think there are plenty of girls out there for you. Maybe try someone from the Quidditch team,” You suggested. Fred glared at you from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah?” He snapped. You nodded, looking as if nothing were wrong.
“Definitely. Angelina Johnson likes you, I think.” You felt George jump beneath you.
“Really?” He asked. You glanced back at him with a fake confused look.
“Is it really that shocking that she’d like your brother?” You asked. He cleared his throat, settling back into the couch and wrapping a hesitant arm around you.
“Yeah, considering I got all the good looks,” He taunted, weakly. You fought down your smirk again. You yawned, stretching languidly in a way that always drove Fred insane. George swallowed thickly. Their reaction was incredibly similar.
“I suppose I’d have to agree with you on that. Well, if you don’t mind Georgie, I think I’m going to steal your brother for the night,” You said, winking at an obviously panicking redhead. Fred’s eyes lit up with hellish flames that you’d never seen before, but he didn’t move.
“I mind,” He grunted.
“You had something planned?” You set your eyes on George, tipping your head to the side and leaning into him. This was usually the point in which Fred stopped caring if he’d planned something.
“W-Well, no, but…” He sputtered. Smirking inwardly, you patted yourself on the back for backing them into this corner. The game would be over soon and you would have your Fred back.
“Then there should be no reason as to why I can’t have him for tonight.” You pulled the uncomfortable twin to his feet.
“(Y/N),” Fred said. His tone was blank, but his face was twisted in anger that might not have been apparent if you weren’t looking for it.
“What, George?” You asked. He flinched as you called him by his brother’s name. He didn’t say anything, so you shrugged and began leading George to the exit. Usually, you and Fred would go spend your night in the Room of Requirement. Fred stood up, hands curling into fists.
“Just wait a minute! You’re not going anywhere with my bird!” Fred growled, crossing the room in three steps and tearing his brother from you. It was now that you couldn’t contain your laughter. It began to bubble and spill from your lips; starting as minor giggles and reaching a total mess of shrieking laughter that you rarely accomplished without the help of the Weasley twins. Both sets of eyes rested on you like you’d lost your marbles.
“She set us up,” George said, staring at you in disbelief.
“You bet I did! Dear lord, you should see the looks on your faces!” You cackled. An identical pair of unamused faces looked down at you a tears cascaded down your cheeks from laughing so hard.
“You did this on purpose?” They asked. You nodded, beginning to catch your breath.
“What the hell–”
“– is wrong with you?” They snapped. You snorted another laugh and wiped droplet from your eye.
“You guys started it,” You pointed out. They shared a look before George nodded at Fred and left the common room, leaving the two of you alone.
“Can you actually tell us apart?” He asked, coming closer to you.
“I can.” You watched him as the anger faded from his face, but not his eyes. Not yet anyway.
“Then what was the point of acting like you couldn’t?” He yelled. You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours.
“Punishment,” You stated simply. He blinked at you. “Come on, Freddie. You spent weeks torturing me for your own amusement. It’s really only fair that I have my fun too.”
“You almost shagged my brother to get back at us?” He asked. You shuddered at the thought.
“God, no, gross. I was just messing with you guys,” You said. Sighing, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.
“This week has been awful,” He grumbled, hugging you close to him.
“That’s what you get for being a dick,” You laughed. He glanced down at you.
“Remind me again why the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin.” You patted his cheek, lovingly.
“Because I knew this really cute redhead who got sorted into Gryffindor and there was no way in hell that I was letting him slip through my fingers,” You said. He held your hips.
“Who? Me?” He asked, modestly.
“I was talking about George,” You said.
“(Y/N),” He said, warningly. You chuckled warmly, pecking his lips once.
“Only joking, of course it was you.” Smiling, he pulled you up to him so he could give you a proper kiss for the first time in about a month. I’m so glad that I got that stupid game to end, you thought as you fused your lips together.
“Sorry to interrupt,” George’s voice cut in. You pulled away looking at him. “Does Angelina really–”
Okay so we all know this scene: it’s the first instance in the HP movies where we see my main men The Weasley Twins, right? And Molly gets muddled up between who’s Fred and who’s George, even though she’s their mother. I’ve had a shower thought, that I think she really did know who was who all along. Hear me out….
Molly, as we know from everything ever, is such a devoted and caring mother. Yeah she has what can only be described as an absolute clusterfuck of children, plus Harry and Hermione who practically live there, but she loves them all. It’s a common theory that because of there being so many darned children that she just gets confused between which one is Fred and which one is George, but they’re her children, and they’re 13 in this scene since it’s their third year. I’m telling you she knows.
In the end, when she tells Fred to go first and he denies that he’s Fred, she technically got it right in the end since it really was Fred, but still doubted herself when she apologizes and corrects herself by calling him George. She’s been their mother for thirteen years, and they’re born on April Fools Day nonetheless. She’s dealt with their shit for that long, of course she knows they’re playing a trick, she’d be so suspicious of them 24/7 by now from how many jokes they pull on the daily. I think that she goes along with the jokes and pranks because she knows how much they love pulling them.
I feel like this scene is just one example where she’s encouraging them in doing what they enjoy most, since that’s what mothers do. And of course every other Weasley child (no less every other Hogwarts child) must give them so much shit for all the pranks and jokes, but she knows how much enjoyment the twins get out of them, so she encourages them in little ways like this.
Like, she knew who Fred was straight off the bat, not having to look back and forth between them or having to guess, she just straight up goes “Fred, you next”. I’m telling you she knew.
Of course later down the track she’s kicking herself for this since they now want to drop out of school and open a joke shop, but nonetheless I feel like her encouragement throughout their childhood was definitely a big factor in them having such a passion for elaborative jokes and pranks.
That’s just my take on the whole thing, and just another thing to add to the list of why we love Molly Weasley: because she’s supportive as heck.
For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)
Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.
Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.
Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.
The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.
Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.
“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”
The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.
(I love George Weasley and I love you very much and have a wonderful day)
“Shut up and watch.” Fred elbowed his brother, who was snickering at you and George as you drank from your cups, which were spiked with love potions.
“Shut up, George.” you snapped
“Are you going to make me?” he asked.
“I just might.”
“Be careful, I might like it.” he sneered.
“Is it going to work?” Ron asked Fred.
“It has to, I did exactly as the book said.” Fred answered, looking warily around as Hermione sat down.
“What are you doing?” she asked when she was settled in her seat.
“We’ve given Y/N and Gerogie a love potion.” Fred answered absently, watching as the two of you continued to fight. Hermione rolled her eyes as she stared at Ron and Harry.
“Nothing is going to change.” she rolled her eyes, earning the attention of everyone in on the joke. “They’re already head over heels. A love potion won’t change anything.”
“Sure, they fight all the time, but haven’t you seen the way they look at one another?” she asked like it was obvious. She was right, nothing had changed, you still shot insults back and forth, George had a ghost of a smile on his lips and your eyes were on fire, as you both leaned over the table and got close to one another, noses almost touching.
“Be careful, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I might kiss you.”
Summary: Dance Practice for the Yule Ball and Y/n and George are paired up to practice. Just flufffff! Also need to tag @notgreengrass for being the editor over my posts, and helping me with the ending. I have no idea what I would do without you, tysm for making my writing that much better!
Word Count: 1578
Pairings: George Weasley x Reader
The Yule Ball, as McGonagall described it, was a tradition that only happened during the Triwizard Tournament in which boys and girls — third year and up — attend a formal dance. The partying was what George was fine with, but the aspect he was had trouble with was the dance class. Sure, on the outside he joked around about the ordeal with his twin brother, but on the inside, George was terrified. It wasn’t because McGonagall was forcing everyone to learn how to do the Waltz correctly, no. It was because of the person he longed to dance with.
Y/n stood just across the room with all the other girls. It was a sunny day, and so her y/h/c hair looked glossy from the diamond-like reflections of the large window. Her smile was captivating, radiant even, as she laughed at the sight of McGonagall and Ron dancing together. Her hips were swaying ever so slightly to the soft music bouncing off the stone walls of the room.
Prompt: Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender and after her friend drags her to the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, their identity is revealed.
Word count: 7,305 (sorry I got carried away)
Warnings: Maybe two swear words, other than that nothing
A bouquet of luscious red rose tied together rested against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as your school work fell from your hands. They collided with the floor in an instant creating an echoing crash to follow.
Most cases you would have rushed to pick them up but the gift contained all your attention. Your fingers pressed to the side of your jaw, the palm of your hand covering your mouth to mask the gasp.
You scanned the hallway searching for any form of life. The empty corridor suggested no lead on as to who dropped the surprise off. Although there was a note attached to the clear plastic outer layer.
Bending down at the knees you plucked the thick card from the envelope and flipped it open. Excitement flooded you like a schoolgirl receiving a valentine. Not that this was too far from reality.
You unfolded the card gleefully yearning to see who the sender was. The tilted black cursive reflected opposite to the chicken scratch you had been gifted with the week before. This was neat, almost as if it had come fresh from a typewriter.
AN: It tisn’t the season but who doesn’t love the holidays? ;) I just want to say thank you for all of your patience! There should be another fic this week as well!
Christmas Eve at the Weasley’s was a magical, truly magical,
event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St.
Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs.
Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with
ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she
would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place
underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the
rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in
sheets in the yard.