harries-twin-imagines

It’s All Fun and Games

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 

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing


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–” 

“Yes.” You said. 

“Wicked.” 

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Imagine Snape catching you and George passing notes in class


Today was one of those days in Potions class where you just wanted to rip your eyes out. Potions, just in general, is a class that most students (that aren’t Slytherins) dread.

But today is the most unbearable. Snape thought it would be a good idea to drone on for the whole period about Merlin knows what, then assign an essay on it when he knows no one was listening… then again that’s what teachers normally do.

You’re about to doze off when someone taps you on the shoulder.

“Mhm?” You hum and open your eyes. Your table partner smirks and points to the piece of parchment laying on top of your essay… if you can even call it that at this point.

You remove your hand from under your chin to pick up the paper and unfold it. The familiar chicken scratch handwriting brings a small smile to your face but the message written with it smacks that right off.

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Beguiling Bubbles

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Request where (Y/n) gets dosed with a love potion by someone else, but she accidentally falls for one of the twins instead
A/N: Sorry it’s been ages! It’s very late at night so this hasn’t been edited. Also, where I go into detail about how the first person the drinker sees is who they fall for, that was pulled directly out of my ass souly for the purpose of the story because the wiki didn’t have much on the other potions that weren’t amortentia so I made it up 
Squicks: little bit of swearing


~George’s POV~

He sort of blackmailed me into it. Seamus Finnigan knew about the shipments for the store that we were hiding in the Docks, and threatened to go to McGonagall if we didn’t help him out.

“Which one of you is the least crap at potions?” he had asked me and Fred, smiling while thinking of all the possibilities now that he had us under his thumb.

“Neither of us are shit at potions mate,” Fred stood up for himself, sneering down at the little stain who thought he could boss us around.

“Alright, if one of you can get a love potion to me by tomorrow night I’ll keep your little secret, howzabout it?”

We had no clue what he wanted a love potion for, but we didn’t really care. The less we had to spend dealing with that git the better.

You’re the least shit at potions,” Fred said to me once Seamus had buggered off, “do you wanna make it?” I groaned in response, honestly not wanting to go through the trouble of sneaking into Snape’s little pantry to get out some shit that I don’t even want, then go to the trouble of making this damn thing, again when it isn’t even something I want.

We stayed up that night making the blasted potion, Fred insisting that he was there for encouragement purposes. Not many people knew that I was actually alright at Potions, especially since Snape would never dream of giving me the marks to show it…

At around 3 in the morning, the stupid potion was done. We poured it into one of the empty bottles from the ingredients that we nicked, and snuck back up to Gryffindor tower. On our way back up to our dorm, we made sure to make a stop on the way. “Oi, what the f—“ Seamus started, freaking out at the sudden awakening of Fred shoving him, “There’s your perfume, now get off our backs,” I whispered sharply at Seamus, as he took the bottle and told us to piss off.

— — Morning (Regular POV) — —

Fred and George were at the Gryffindor table, their lack of sleep evident in their flippant attitude and tired looks. They broke out of this mood, however, when Seamus grasped their curiosity. He was whispering to Dean, holding the glass bottle filled with the cherry pink potion that George had made a few hours ago.

“What have you got, Seamus?” Ron called out, nothing his shifty behaviour as well as the unusual bottle. He was immediately shushed and shot an intimidating glare with wild hand movements, “Keep it down, Weasley! It’s a love potion idiot, I’m going to get Y/n to be all over me!” Seamus laughed, while Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked awkwardly and warily each other.

Fred’s eyes widened as he looked over at his twin, who had an angry expression on his face, mixed with fear. George, much like Seamus, had feelings for Y/n, and Fred knew about it because, well, of course he does. The two weren’t particularly close with Y/n, but that didn’t stop George crushing over her constantly.

Seamus and Dean laughed, as they nodded to each other, silently setting their plan in motion. Before George had the chance to do anything, Dean had started a conversation with Y/n, causing her to look away from her breakfast, while Seamus poured the contents of the bottle into her orange juice. George looked at Seamus with a panicked expression, only to have it returned with Seamus’ glare, wordlessly sending him a warning of what he’ll do if George blew his cover.

Fred quietly swore to himself, the gears in his brain trying to work out a solution, while George weighed out his options: lose Y/n or lose the shop. In these moments, the answer was obvious to George, but as he looked back at her, she was already bringing the glass to her lips.

“Y/N—!” George tried to warn her. As she drank the liquid she looked across the table at George, her eyes lingering on him. Seamus and Dean laughed and high-fived from behind her, as she put the glass back on the table.


Now would be a good time to take note on the assortments of love potions. There are five known assortments of love potions, each with assumingly different effects. George, having not opened up the shop with his brother yet, had not yet needed to test out these different types. Unlike Amortentia where the giver of the potion is the one the drinker will be infatuated with, it’s the first person that the drinker sees that they will be infatuated with in this case.

— — George’s POV — —

She kept staring at me, as if something was stopping her from looking away. A smile slowly formed on her lips, as she rested her head in her hands, still staring at me.

“Y/n? You alright there?” Fred asked, moving his head next to mine to try and get her to look at him. She kept staring, her smile big as she replied in an airy voice, “never been better”.

Seamus, clearly annoyed, sat directly next to Y/n and moved her head with his hands so that she was facing him, “Helloooo?” he said into her face,

“I’d rather look at George Weasley,” she giggled, looking back at me, her head resting in her hands again, “God, you’re handsome, isn’t he handsome, er, whatever your name is,” she said to Seamus, causing Fred and Dean to laugh and Seamus to look like he would explode with anger.

“Uh, how about we go for a walk?” I suggest quickly, standing up as more people start to pay attention to the small scene.

Y/n gasped with excitement, “yes! Let’s go on a loooong romantic walk together!”

I start to walk toward the door with Y/n walking on the other side of the table at the same pace, watching me still with that smile.

Fred nudged me, “George, mate, don’t get sucked into it, it’s the potion talking—“

“I know,” I say quietly back, “we’re going to the hospital wing”.


Walking all the way up to the hospital wing was nothing short of a nightmare. All I’ve wanted was for Y/n to have feelings for me, but there’s only so many compliments, hand holding, cuddles and heart eyes one man can take in the space of five minutes.

“What’s the problem?” Madam Pomfrey asked,

“Y/n’s been slipped a love potion,” Fred says, as I hold up my arm which Y/n is hugging.

“Ah, I see,” Madam Pomfrey says sceptically, “I hope you realise that love potions are banned from Hogwarts…”

I explained to her that I wasn’t the one to slip Y/n that blasted potion, but how I was the first one she looked at afterwards. She thankfully believed me, and sat the dazed Y/n down on one of the hospital beds and handing her an antidote.

“Isn’t he dreamy…” Y/n giggled, eyes back on me.

“I think it best that the two of you leave, or else the antidote will take much longer to work,” Madam Pomfrey explained, as Y/n flipped her hair and sent me a wink.

Fred and I both agreed, and we said good-bye to Y/n, to which she started crying. “Noooooo George, I don’t want you to leave, pleeeeeeease!” she whaled.

“It would make me really happy if you just stayed here and got some rest, alright?” I asked her, looking down at my hand that she had taken in her own. It stung that she was only acting as if she was in love with me because of a potion, and that she didn’t really have any of these feelings towards me, not really. I wanted to get out of there soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about that, but there was also something that felt perfect about my hand being in hers.


After a few hours, a healthy Y/n walked cautiously through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. A few people saw her and giggled amongst themselves, embarrassment clear on Y/n’s face. A few hours ago she couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and now she couldn’t even bring herself to look in my direction, instead looking at the floor as she walked past the Gryffindors, towards the stair case leading to the dormitories.

“Y/n, hold up,” I say, taking hold of her forearm as we were half way up the staircase. She turned around, taking a moment before gaining the confidence to look up at me.

“Y/n, I know you probably feel like shit, and if there’s anything I can do I’ll do it, but I didn’t slip you that love potion, I wouldn’t do that to you,” I try to explain. I wasn’t trying to defend myself, I just wanted to ease some of the embarrassment that she was feeling. I repeat the story of how it all happened, and I could see her face soften. “I wouldn’t do anything to force you to have feelings for me, I know you don’t feel that way about me,” I say, not meaning to sound as deflated as I felt.

Y/n looked at me, not the same way as this morning, but with a curious look, as if briefly studying me.

“I do like you, George,” she said, smiling at the look of astonishment on my face.

“You… What?” is all I manage to say, causing her to laugh,

“Yeah, I like you a fair bit, maybe not crazy in love like this morning,” she smiles, “but there’s definitely something there. I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of you today, so I might as well admit it all now,” she says with a shrug.

I don’t say anything for a few seconds, because what do you say back to that? The girl who went from head-over-heels in love with me to what I thought would be her despising me, and now meeting in the middle to her fancying me, it’s a lot. So, with no words coming to mind to save me, I kissed her. I wrapped my arm around her, my free hand resting on her jaw, as she kissed me back almost immediately.

We parted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew that Seamus being such a dick could’ve turned out this good?

The Middle Seat

Dedicated to some of my favorite Sam/Harry Holland girls @lovelyimagines and @sam-a-holland !!! Headcanon from Harry’s insta story (✿◕‿◕✿)


Going back home was supposed to be something you looked forward to, seeing your friends and family, and eating home-cooked food. Except, you have had the best time in London for a study abroad opportunity for school. For the past two months, you had learned so much, met lovely people, and had the time of your life. The last thing you wanted to do was leave.

Now, you were sitting in the airport, scrolling on your phone, trying to live vicariously through your photos, already nostalgic, waiting for your plane to board. 

Once the minutes had too quickly passed by, you trudged reluctantly onto the plane, leaving behind the last of London. Scooting by people putting their luggage in the overhead compartment, you found your row printed from your ticket. 

The middle seat, are you kidding me? you thought, irritated. You sighed and sat down, getting your things situated, sticking your carry-on bag underneath the seat in front of you. 

“Tom’s a div,” you overheard someone say. “Getting first class and shit. Leaving us behind.” The voice grew louder as he approached you. 

“Oh, shit,” another voice said, even closer. “I’m supposed to be on the other side.” 

You sat upright after rummaging through your bag to find your sweatshirt and headphones. You looked at the two voices, who had continued to bicker, to find the two looking at you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized. “Are you the, uh, seats next to me?”

The two boys looked at their boarding pass and at the row sign, in unison. They were both quite adorable. One was taller than the other, had brown shaggy hair, and a freckled face. The other wore a hat that showed his red hair through and a sharp jawline. You continued to scan their features, trying to deduce if they were friends or brothers. 

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” the brown haired one said with a smile. “I’ll go around. ‘S not a problem.”

The red haired one sat on your left, getting his bags adjusted: “I’m Harry, by the way. That’s my twin brother, Sam.” 

Twins, you thought with a subtle smile. Nice. 

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Hide Me

Fred Weasley x Reader

You walked through the quiet Hogwarts grounds, well they were quiet. Before you heard a certain Weasley twin tearing towards you.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled.

You cringed, Fred was your best friend. Hell, sometimes you felt something a bit more than that. But, never mind, something was up and you didn’t like what was about to happen. You turned around and saw the lanky red-head sprinting toward you. Unmistakably Fred, though many people have mixed the two up.

“(Y/N), love, darling friend of mine, do you mind doing me a tiny favor?” He placed his hands together in a pleading motion.

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Hint of Nerves

RequestCould you do an imagine where Fred asks the reader out on a date and Ginny, Molly and Hermione help her get ready. Also possibly all the Weasley’s knew Fred had a crush on the reader so they kept pressuring him to ask her out or would try to get them alone so he could. Oh and maybe the reader is Ron’s best friend and she so was spending holiday at the Weasley’s.

Word Count: 2324

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy the post, and I hope I stuck to the request like you wanted me to. I also hope that it doesn’t suck too much :)


When Ron first invited Y/n to the burrow to spend the last part of the summer holiday with his family he didn’t have an ulterior motive, but that was before Ginny confronted him about Fred’s secret feelings for the girl. 

Ginny expressed to Ron how much of a git he was for not noticing it before. George even came to Ron for help, which surprised Ron most of all, about how they could get Fred to gain the courage to ask the y/h girl out on a proper date. 

The three tried to talk to Fred about how he should just ask the girl out. They knew she would say yes, because Ginny was confident in the way Y/n looked at him around Hogwarts. However, Fred always claimed that he couldn’t, but never gave them an explanation as to why. They had to help him. The two just needed that little push in the right direction. They had to set a plan into motion, and they would do nothing else until the two coupled up before the start of the new term. 

Y/n arrived on one particularly warm afternoon by use of floo powder. The green flames engulfed her before in an instant they vanished again and she was stepping out of the cramped fireplace into the living room of one of her favorite places, the Burrow. She looked to her right to find George, Ginny, and Ron in the living room, and she turned her nose up towards the delightful smells already coming from the kitchen to her left. 

“Y/n! You’re finally here.” Ron stood up from his place on the couch and rushed over to the y/h/c haired girl. She placed her bags down before opening her arms to embrace her best friend. Once they broke apart he ruffled her hair a little before smiling, “It’s so great to see you! How was your trip to see your brother in Italy?”

“It was amazing! You should see where he lives at now. Mum and dad were so proud to see him working with the ministry. Mum cried almost the whole time, but enough about my family! It’s yours that I missed!” She left her bags by the fireplace and started to walk towards Ginny who already was up from her spot on the couch. The two laughed as they hugged each other.

“Ginny, I brought you back a small souvenir from Italy!” Y/n jumped up and down excitedly while holding the girls arms.

“Give it to me tonight! We are sharing my room together,” She looked around and saw Fred coming down the stairs with his Skiving Snackbox in hand, “actually Ron and I will take up your things right now! Come on Ron.” Ginny grabbed one of Y/n’s bags and handed  the other to Ron who only stared back with a confused look on his face.

“Oi, Y/n come over here so me and Fred can show you our latest products!” George chimes up once he notices what Ginny is up to. Y/n looks around Ron to see George waving her over from his spot on the love seat in the living room. She began to walk over with a smile and a wave.

“Hey guys! How has your summer been? Have you been inventing more for your snackboxes?” She sat down beside George on the love seat, but looked at Fred while she talked. Fred smiled back at the girl and held up his box up in the air.

“Actually we’ve made some real progress here. I think the nosebleed nougats are nearly perfect.” He blushed when her gaze settled on his dark eyes. Her own y/c/e eyes shimmering in the sunlight coming in from the vast window across from her. She had changed some over the summer; she looked more grown-up now. She smiled towards Fred, that gorgeous smile filling his body up with heat, he missed her so much. He couldn’t tell her that though. Not now. 

“Fred, I’m going upstairs to get our other products to show Y/n. You can finish showing her the other contents that are finished in the snackboxes.” George stated as he rushed out of the room and straight up the stairs. However, he didn’t enter his room. Instead he joined Ginny and Ron on the stairs, who were still holding Y/n’s stuff, trying to listen to the conversation going on below. 

“You’ve missed quite a lot while on your trip to Italy you know? George and I really believe that these babies will kick up some major profit this year.” He leaned toward her and opened the box so she could peer into it. She giggled and hit his arm playfully, causing a blush to illuminate on both of their cheeks.

“Oh Freddie, I believe that I’ll be seeing you in a lot of trouble this year. Let’s see if you can break your detention record.” She laughed and leaned back onto the couch outstretching her hands to feel the soft material on her fingertips. She smiled sweetly at him again, and she wanted the courage to tell him about her crush. She couldn’t though. Not now. 

Instead the two let the silence draw out, due to the tumbling happening within their stomachs. Fred couldn’t stand the silence that was growing between them. They had been friends for a long time too right? His courage was gaining, and George’s encouraging word filled his thoughts. 

“Y/n…. actually….that’s not all you missed-”

“Dinners ready my dears! Oh, Y/n sweetie,” Molly Weasley rushed over to the girl, who stood to receive a warm hug from Mrs. Weasley, “It’s so good to see you dear. Come come you look hungry!” Mrs. Weasley patted her on the cheeks before guiding her into the kitchen. 

Ginny, George, and Ron piratically all ran into the kitchen huffing as they almost ran into Y/n. However, she just laughed at the three and raised her eyebrow at them. She knew something was going on with them, but at that moment just chose to ignore it. 

“Are you guys really that hungry? I know for a fact that Mrs. Weasley feeds you three hearty meals a day.” She giggles as she begins to sit down in a chair on the corner of the table but Ron quickly pulls it out from under her causing the girl to fall on the floor with a thud.

“RONALD WEASLEY!” Mrs. Weasley’s voice rang out throughout the entire house.

“Oh gee Y/n I’m so sorry. I just sit there ya know?” Ron helped her get up before sitting down in the chair himself. Y/n looked dumbfounded as she pulled out the chair beside him.

“Oh thanks Y/n.” Ginny smiled as she sat down in the chair she just pulled out for herself.

“Yeah don’t mention it,” She huffed, “Seriously what is wrong with you guys tonight?” Y/n grumbled as she took the only chair that was left. The one right next to Fred Weasley. Their elbows touched as they sat down, but neither bothered to move them too quickly. They looked at each other with the sweetest smiles on their faces and a hint of pink rising on their cheeks, before turning their attention back to dinner and eating the delicious meal Mrs. Weasley had prepared for the family.


After dinner, Molly asked the children to help clean up dinner. However, Ginny claimed she needed Mrs. Weasley’s help mending her school robes, Ron excused himself from doing any chores, Mr. Weasley said he wanted to finish up some projects in his workshop, and George swore he would be right back ten minutes ago. So, Y/n and Fred were the only two left cleaning up dinner. Fred only stayed because he couldn’t let her clean up everything by herself, and it gave him an excuse to be close to her. 

His confidence from earlier was drained completely from his body, but his goofy smile never faltered as he looked over at the girl casting magic to clean the dishes. When she looked over and smiled back at him he quickly returned back to his work with his heart racing.

From the other room George and Ron peered into the kitchen watching the scene unfold. “This is getting us no where. Fred isn’t even bloody talking to her.” Ron whispered shaking his head in the process.

“Well then, let’s speed this up a little shall we?” George smirked menacingly while he raised his wand and pointed it at the y/h/c haired girl before whispering “Augamenti.”

At this a jet of clear water burst out from the end of George’s wand, and hit Y/n square on the shoulder dousing her arm in water.

“Ah! Fred what the bloody hell!” She screamed before jerking around to face the red-head. “What did you go and do that for?”

“What? I didn’t do anything! Honest!” He dropped what he was doing and turned around to face Y/n noticing her dripping wet shoulder. He tried to plea, but failed miserably due to his laughter almost causing him to double over. “Maybe you just aren’t very good at spells.”

“Oh we shall see about that! Augamenti!” She cried as a jet of water hit Fred right in his face. Y/n began to laugh, “Tell me who isn’t good at spells now?”

Fred’s face and the front of his shirt were now soaking wet, but he couldn’t stop laughing as he grasped his wand pointing it back at the girl. “You messed up now Y/n.” Y/n play screamed as she began to run around the table away from the water that was coming from Fred’s wand. 

“No, come back here Y/n and face me!” Fred laughed as he finally caught up to the girl and grabbed her by the waist while she flailed around laughing.

“Freddie! Put me down now!”

“No, not until you promise to apologize.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for getting you back.” She stopped flailing expecting him to put her back down on her feet so she could face him properly.

“and, not until you promise to let me take you out on a date.” Fred spat out almost too quickly due to his nerves. He still didn’t set her down on the floor afraid to face her.

Y/n went limp in his arms. Had she heard him correctly? A smile began to creep up on her thin lips as she tried to get out of his grasp. He let her go, and she turned around to face him a huge smile appearing on her features. 

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you idiot!” She hugged him instantaneously before looking at him in the face. 

Fred’s slight pink blush was beginning to return to his cheeks and a big goofy grin was starting to show on his face. He grabbed the girls petite hands in his big ones and raised them to his lips planting a small kiss. “Bloody hell Y/n you don’t know how nervous I was to tell you.”

“And you don’t know how happy I am that you finally asked me.” Y/n leaned up and planted a small kiss to his cheek before George popped into the room hands beginning to clap together slowly.

“Well, it’s about bloody time you two!”


The next day Y/n found herself in Ginny’s room with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione, who had just arrived that morning, standing around her in a half circle gazing down at her face. They had been helping her get ready all morning.

“Darling, you look absolutely stunning!” Mrs. Weasley held out her hand to help Y/n stand on her feet. Y/n twirled around in her soft yellow sundress and as she did the dress flowed around her knees with her. It was her favorite dress that hugged her body in all the right places. She paired the dress with some high-top cream sneakers that she constantly wore everywhere. 

“You really do look beautiful Y/n. I am so happy that I arrived this morning to help you get ready. It’s been a great pleasure.” Hermione leaned in to wrap her arms around Y/n’s neck.

“No, thank you ladies for helping me get ready. I wouldn’t look this amazing without you.” Y/n looked in the mirror once again and studied the makeup that Ginny had worked on for almost a hour. Pink blush helped highlight her cheeks, which matched the gloss on her lips perfectly. Ginny picked out a little darker tones for her eye shadow to help highlight her y/c/e eyes, and the mascara was coated perfectly over her eyelashes. 

Hermione had straightened Y/n’s hair and then placed it into a half up-do. A little messy bun sat atop her head, with the rest of her hair hanging loosely at the sides. It was the best outfit for a summer date. 

A knock at the door snapped Y/n from the mirror and she shouted “Almost ready!” She walked over to the bed and grabbed her denim jacket and bag before answering the door.

Fred stood on the other side. His hair was gelled up and a little to the side. He wore an almost pale blue shirt that he paired up with some slacks. He looked so handsome, and Y/n thanked Ginny for doing her makeup so it hid the blush appearing on her cheeks. 

“Wow…Y/n….just, you look stunning love.” He reached for her hand and swung it back and forth as he studied her up and down. “I’m so happy that I finally asked you out. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Oh, stop it you’re going to make me throw up.” She fake gagged and laughed as she stepped out into the hall and began to walk down the stairs towards the door. “So, where are we going exactly?”

“Now, now Y/n I can’t spoil the surprise.” With that she placed her arms on Fred’s as he disapparated the two out of the Burrow. 

Twin-Harry Potter Imagine

Request: Hey!! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Y/N is Harry’s twin and Sirius’ goddaughter. She is dating this 6th year that Harry never liked but then Harry figures out that he keeps telling Y/N wrong stuff (like mental abuse) thus making her insecure about everything and Harry gets really pissed and after lecturing her he tells Sirius.Then pure Sirius/(god)daughter moment and after Sirius asks the twins to prank the bloke? 

Warnings: emotional abuse, mild swearing 

Hope you all enjoy xo


Y/N walked into the Great Hall, her boyfriend Chris at her side. As he went to sit with his friends, she scurried over to her brother, Harry. He looked up with a warm smile, casting a nasty glance over Y/N’s shoulder at her boyfriend’s back; she didn’t notice. 

“Good morning,” she said, sitting with a sigh. She began to reach for the porridge, but stopped herself, picking up a piece of toast instead. Harry watched her eat the dry bread, raising a brow.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” He asked, pushing the tray of pancakes closer to her. She eyed them hungrily, but shook her head.

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Right Here - Fred Weasley

Character: Fred Weasley
Scenario:

10 - “I’m right here, okay?”
19 - “Please don’t let me be alone.”
51 - “I can’t breathe.” 
77 - “There is nothing wrong with you.”

It was the middle of the night and you were sitting up in your small bed, gasping for air. Your hand burned and you can’t help staring at it. Tears filled your eyes and you tried to fight them back. You choked back a sob. It was rare that you cried, but you were sobbing now. You quietly stood up from your bed and walked down the stairs. Your hand was shaking at you had an unnatural urge to chop it off. You wanted to claw at the words, to rid the tainted flesh from your body. 

You ascended the stairs to the 7th year boy dorm, where you found Fred asleep in his bed. You tapped on him gently, trying not to scare him. He didn’t budge and you shook him. He looked up at you and squinted, trying to take in the situation. When he saw you crying, he immediately sat up and drew you to his chest. 
“Let’s go downstairs,” he whispered. The two of you walked downstairs quickly. You crashed into a couch and Fred sat beside you. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you. You leaned into his chest, dampening his red shirt with your tears. “Please tell me.” 

You showed the boy your hand. It read “I will not defend criminals.” The words were red, pink flesh surrounding the deep cuts. It was infected and that added to the want to cut off the hand. Your breath hitched as the words escaped your mouth. “He’s-my dad. I had to,” you sniffled, “take up-for him.” The tears escaped even faster now. Your chest hurt and drawing in breaths hurt. “Fred, I can’t breathe.” 

“Okay, love, in. Out. In. Out.” He breathed with you, steadying your breaths and matching them with his. “I’m right here, okay? I love you. Breathe. I love you.” You steadied yourself and leaned against Fred. “She attacked you for speaking your mind?” he whispered. You nodded. Sirius was your father and you would always defend him. 

Fred’s jaw clenched and you saw rage fill his eyes. You rarely saw this side of him. He was normally a prankster full of love and laughs. This Fred was different, revealing a sharp, brutal side of himself. Fred locked eyes with you, and the harsh details of his beautiful face disappeared and your Fred was back. “Can I see your hand?” You held out your hand for your boyfriend to inspect. 

“It feels infected, Fred. You know how I feel about germs and stuff.” You glanced at your hand. “It feels wrong,” your throat tightened again and you felt the tears come to your eyes. 

“Oh, babe, please don’t. It’s not infected. There is nothing wrong with you.” I nodded, wiping my face with your unhurt hand. Fred’s arms both wrapped around your waist. He leaned against you, basically laying on top of you. The closeness of him and the weight itself calmed you. You took deep breaths and closed your eyes, focusing on what you were feeling. 

“Better?” Fred asked. 
“Yes,” you replied. He began to sit up, but you grabbed his arm. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t let me be alone. I can’t deal with my brain right now.” Fred returned to his previous spot, his weight once again calming you. No one could hurt you with him here and you fell asleep to his heartbeat. 

The Grieving Fox

Pairing: Fred x Reader
Request/s: Two in one y’all!

  • Hi!!! I love love love your blog and I was wondering if you could write a scenario of fred dating Cedric’s ravenclaw little sister and him comforting her during Cedric’s death in GoF??
  • Hey could you do a George imagine? Where you are a fox animagus and you use it to sneak into the boy dorm after you have a nightmare (no smut) just for cuddles? P.s I love your blog and your writing x

A/N: This one made me sad to write :( also, the two requests both asked for different boys so I just chose Fred whoops
Squicks: Cedric’s death + grieving


“That’s my son!” you hear a man cry out.

It was the final challenge for the Triwizard Tournament and you were seated pretty far back, not being able to see past the hundreds of people. Everyone had been chatting amongst themselves whilst the four champions were running around in the maze. The crowd all began to cheer and shout as a bright blue flash shone from the grounds, meaning that someone had made it back with the cup. The band began to play its happy melody, congratulating whoever would be named our Triwizard Champion.

Fleur, who had been pulled out of the maze early, let out a shriek of terror. The music emitting from the band and the cheering from the stands were all soon to drown out, a painful hush sweeping over everyone in the stadium, but you still couldn’t see what was happening.

“He’s back, he’s back — Voldemort, he’s back!” you could hear Harry Potter wailing, as Dumbledore held him back from whoever else had returned with him.

The people around you all stared at you, pain in their eyes. You got up out of your seat and ran down the bleachers, pushing past all the people and trying not to assume the worst. Several teachers, including the Minister of Magic, tried to stop you from leaving the bannisters, but you push straight through them; you needed to see what was happening.

“Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back… I couldn’t leave him!” Harry cried.

Cedric? No…

As you entered the centre of the stadium, Mad-Eye Moody pulled Harry up away from the ground, and Dumbledore took a step back. There, you saw your brother Cedric, lying motionless, his eyes glazed and cold, lying on the frosted grass.

“That’s my boy!” your Dad shouted once again. Suddenly, your chest tightened and you were unable to breathe. Your legs became weak, and you fell forwards towards your brother who was now lying in your Dad’s arms, collapsing onto your knees beside him.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from the gruesome sight. Your older brother, who you had grown up with and looked up to, was now lying lifeless in your broken father’s arms. You broke down into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, not caring about the hundreds of students watching almost silently. You screamed at any teacher who dared touch you or try to move you, as you cry into your Dad’s shoulder.

Your Dad continued to cry out in pain, as Harry was dragged out of the stadium, and the people in the stands let silent tears fall.

———————

No sleep was going to happen tonight, you had accepted that. News spreads fast around Hogwarts, and it turns out that the entire competition had been hijacked by Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters right from the beginning. Thoughts were racing around in your mind; Voldemort was back, one of his Death Eaters had been masquerading as a teacher… but the scene that continued to play in your mind was the image of your brother lying lifelessly on the grass, the sound of your father’s cries still ringing in your ears.

You got up out of bed and went down to the Ravenclaw common room, sitting in front of the fire with a blanket. You watched the flames dance around the fireplace, watching as pieces of wood glowed as they turned into embers, burning away.

“Hey,” you hear a soft voice say from behind you. You turn around to see Cho Chang, your friend and brother’s former girlfriend. “How are you feeling, Y/n?”

You sniffled, turning back to stare into the fire, “Lost”.

She sat down beside you on the floor, putting her arm around you and letting you cry softly.

“I know this is hard for you too Cho, he was your boyfriend after all,” you admit. You didn’t think you’d want to feel sympathetic for someone else right now, but there was a sort of comfort in having someone with you who might understand what you were going through, even a little.

“He was wonderful, you know that yourself,” she sighed, staring into the fire too, “He was a really sweet boyfriend… Boyfriends tend to be like that.”

You sighed, thinking about how you hadn’t even been given the chance to think about your own boyfriend, Fred Weasley. All the students were ordered to go back to their common rooms immediately (with you as an exception), so you hadn’t even had the chance to see him.

“Maybe your boyfriend would be the better one to comfort you,” Cho said rubbing your back, “Even if he doesn’t know how to help, he’ll still be able to help”.

Cho stood up, wishing you goodnight before heading back into the dorms. You knew she was right, all you wanted was to be held by someone you loved… someone like Fred Weasley.

You were an Animagus, which was incidentally how you came to know Fred and his brother George, by using this as a means of pranking. You couldn’t explain why you’d want to be with him so much right now, but you knew you did, so you didn’t hesitate to transfigure into your fox Animagus right away.

You crept out of the Ravenclaw common room, crawling along the cold marble floors of the dark halls of Hogwarts, headed towards the numerous secret passages that would take you to the Gryffindor Tower.

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You hopped up onto the bed which you knew was Fred’s. He sat up at the slight weight on the end of his bed, apparently not being able to get any sleep either. He rubbed his eyes and opened them to see a little red fox sitting on the end of his bed, watery eyed.

“Come here,” he said quietly with his arms stretched outwards, as you sniffled and transfigured back into your original appearance. He held you in his arms and let you sob quietly into him. He gently rubbed your back and held you tight in his arms, making you feel safer than you had been all night.

Fred didn’t try to get you to talk, nor did he even tell you to calm down. He let you cry as much as you needed to, being fully aware that most, if not all of the other boys in the room would be awake too. None of that mattered; none of that mattered when it was his girlfriend being in this much pain. All his attention was on you, and he knew you needed to cry this one out.

After your breathing had calmed down and your sobs had simmered down to a reasonable amount, Fred cupped your face in his hands and looked you in the eyes, the moonlight shining in from the window, reflecting from your glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. They were filled with heartbreak and sorrow, his own eyes reflecting the pain he felt for his devastated girlfriend.

He kissed you sweetly on the lips, before embracing you in another tight hug. You started crying again, to which he responded by gently laying you down next to him and covering you both with the blankets. You slept there for the rest of the night with him, his arms remaining tightly wrapped around you, and although you were still in an inconceivable amount of pain, you knew that Fred Weasley would always be there to put your broken pieces back together.

Pinch ( Fred w. x Reader)

Description: Reader has sudden burst of confidence.

Requested.

Word count:362


“ Oh c'mon (Y/N)! You know you love me!” joked one Fred Weasley. You rolled your eyes, “ Sure Weasley.” you grumbled, trying to hide your slightly pink cheeks from the troublemaker.

He winked at you and your cheeks grew even darker. “ C'mon Fred! We got to be practicing, you can flirt later!” hollered Angelina.

Fred mocked bowed and left.

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“Are you spying on (Y/N)?” 
Fred jumped, turning around to see his twin smirking like crazy. He sighed, clearly caught in action so why denying it. George probably knew it already, they had no secrets. You didn’t seem to notice them staring at you, concentrating on your spell practising.
“Seriously Fred, when are you going to ask her out?” George whispered, looking at his brother. Fred was head over heels for you, he could tell that but George didn’t understand what it was in you that made shy. Fred was usually such a self-confident and talkative but when it was you, it was like his brain just itself down completely. 

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anonymous asked: can you please make a imagine with Fred were you’re in Slytherin and you’re captain of the Quidditch team,but you’re really sweet and soft but sometimes you a cocky lil bitch and MUGGLEBORN please 💖✨💖

Hey look anon that asked me before, I found something ^^ :))

You and Fred stood in a corner near the entrance of the Great Hall. It was weird for him to sit at the Slytherin table and for you at the Gryffindor one, so you compromised and met outside after lunch.

“You look really hot today,” he said, smirking at you and sneaking his arms around your waist under your robe.

“You too. So hot that you probably need to take that shirt off,” you flirted back with a slick smile and played around with the buttons. He smiled mischievously as his arms rubbed the fabric of your shirt on your lower back.

“Hmm, feeling a bit flirty today, aren’t we? Tell you what,” he said, looking at the clock. “meet me in front of Transfiguration classroom after this hour, deal? Then I’ll knock your socks off.” He smiled, kissed you and ran to catch George as they went up the stairs.


The bell rang and Charms were over. You grabbed your things and left the classroom with a slight smirk on your face. You walked in the middle of the hall, like those mean girls in Disney original movies you used to watch before you went to Hogwarts. Sometimes you missed those times, everything was so simple.

Just as you arrived, Fred walked out of the classroom and saw you. He walked to you quickly and kissed you. A whole class of first-years were just walking by and just weirdly stare at you like they haven’t seen anyone snog before. Well, maybe they haven’t up close. Fred snickered, took your hand and dragged you down the hall to the nearest broom closet.

“Shut up, George!” You shouted backwards as you heard Fred’s twin whistle.

Your boyfriend shut the door with his foot and backed you to the wall.

“I have Quidditch in fifteen,” you told him in between gasps as he worked your neck. There’s definitely going to be some marks.

“Okay,” he moved up to your lips. He moved slowly and passionately as he wanted to take you all in. You smiled at his lusty arms and let him to grab you and shove you higher up the wall.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but felt some kind of a rush in Fred’s moves. He stroked your hair and kissed you on the forehead.

“Go, if you have to,” he said, compromising.

“Yeah, I have to. Sorry,” you kissed him one last time and walked to the door. You smiled back to him: “Great sense of time, by the way,” and walked through the door.

What dating Fred Weasley would include:

·         Fred giving you cute forehead kisses.

·         Him leaving all of his classes early just so he can meet you outside of               yours and escort you to your next class.

·         Having multiple inside jokes between the two of you.

·         Going on monthly romantic dates to Hogsmeade together.

·         Stripping Zonko’s of all their sweets and sharing them together                         afterwards.

·         Spending holidays together at his parents.

·         “studying” together.

·         Quick makeout sessions in-between classes.

·         Fred being extremely overprotective of you.

·         Molly knitting you your very own Weasley sweater.

·         Sitting through all of Fred’s Quidditch practices and going to every single           match and cheering him on.

·         Cuddling together after a tough match between Gryffindor and Slytherin           and whispering sweet nothings into his ear in attempt to calm him down.

·         Having a pranking war between the two of you.

·         “I totally let you win, babe.”
          “Sure handsome, whatever you say!”

·         Fred making funny faces at you in the middle of class.

·         “Freddie stop that! You’re going to get us in trouble.”

·         Spending detention together in Snape’s classroom and stealing kisses                any chance given.

·         Teaching him muggle terms that he doesn’t understand.

·         Fred constantly reminding you of how beautiful you are.

·         “Hey babe… what do you think of Angelina? Do you think she’s pretty?”

          “Well, sure I guess… but she’s honestly nothing compared to you angel.”

·         Him asking you to the Yule Ball in the most adorable way ever.

·         Dancing together all night long, then spending the rest of the night                     together in the Gryffindor common room chatting the night away.

·         Joining Dumbledore’s Army and spending every free moment practicing            together.

·         Fred trying to persuade you to leave school early with him to help start             up Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

·         “Fred, you know I can’t go. We still have more than half of the semester           left to finish. I wish I could come with you though.”
          “Darling don’t worry about it. I understand why you can’t. Just hurry up                and finish school so you can come help me with the shop, okay love? I             don’t know how we’re going to manage anything without you.”

·         Writing letters back and forth to each other every day.

·         Helping George and him manage Weasley Wizard Wheezes after you               graduate.

·         Being a tester for all their new products.

·         “Fred! How the hell am I supposed to get the pink dye out of my hair?”

·         “I’m sorry, cutie! Really I am! I have no idea but I think it’ll wash out                   within a week or two. Besides pink looks really hot on you baby.”

·         Getting an apartment together in Diagon Alley across from George’s and            his’ shop.

·         Visiting his family every other day.

·         Dancing together all night long at Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

·         Molly gossiping all night long to the other side of the family on how she             strongly believes you and Fred will be getting married soon.

·         George making wedding jokes and puns to the two of you during the                 whole reception.

·         Talking nonstop about your future together after the reception.

·         Fred promising to marry you after everything settled down and when the           war was finally over.

·         Fred following through with him promise.

·         “God Y/n… I love you more than you will ever know. You mean the                   absolute world to me, sweetheart. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life           with you.”


-Daizy xx

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Imagine being friends with the Weasley twins and having a crush on George.

You sat down next to George on the couch, folding your hands loosely in front of you. You weren’t really sure what to say. What could you say? Both of you had just lost someone immensely important. You had lost one of your best friends. He had lost his beloved twin brother.

Your mind couldn’t seem to form the right words so you settled instead for twining your fingers with his. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled out, staring at your hand in his. Your eyes burned. “I’m really sorry.”

George remained silent and just held your hand tighter. When you looked at his face, you could see he had been crying. Your heart broke for him. You swallowed thickly and wrapped your arms around him. He grasped handfuls of your jacket, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he began to sob again. It tore you apart to see him like this almost as much as it tore you apart to know that Fred would never be coming back.

“I’m sorry, George,” you repeated, tears falling freely. “I’m so sorry.”

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Stranded (Part 1) - Merlin/Harry Potter Crossover Imagine

A/N: Part 3 coming soon! Since I have to write three different versions each time, this story will take a bit longer to update, but I will try to update as quick as I can manage. I hope you enjoy! (BTW, please let me know you any of you would like for me to add a Gwen part!) 

A prank pulled on you by the Weasley twins goes wrong, and accidentally sends you back in time to Camelot. Only problem is you might be stranded without a way back.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Harry Potter or any of it’s characters

“You know, some of your time may be well spent helping me stock, instead of playing with your…” (Y/N) slammed a stack of heavy boxes onto the table, then angrily snatched a small flying car from in front of her face, “…toys.”

“Oh come on, (Y/N)!” Fred exclaimed from the top of the stairwell. She looked up at Fred, a smirk on his face. George stood next to him, and (Y/N) sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“Have a bit of fun-” George continued.

“-let go-”

“-of your worries-”

“-we’re not at Hogwarts anymore.”

(Y/N) huffed, seemingly amused, but annoyed at the same time. “I hate when you guys do that.”

“We know.” The boys said at the same time.

She rolled her eyes, and went back to unpacking the boxes. She grabbed a couple of love potions, and walked over to the WonderWitch display to finish stocking before the shop opened. The time turner she wore around her neck clanked against the glass bottles as she reached over to fix the pygmy puff cage. “Have you finished that order I gave you? The one for the kid with the funny nose.” (Y/N) yelled as she made the last finishing touches.

“Not quite.” Fred yelled back.

She closed her eyes tightly, a phantom soreness trickling down her legs and to her feet. She was used to doing all the upkeep of the shop, but the orders were supposed to be their responsibility; it was part of the deal when she agreed to help them out. “But I gave it to you hours ago.”

“We’re a little busy at the moment.”

“Doing what?” (Y/N) looked up to the stairwell where Fred and George last stood, only to find them gone.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

She groaned and grabbed a large box with a few sweets from Honeydukes inside. They don’t want these right? She thought for a second. (Y/N) pursed her lips, then shrugged. Nah, they’ll be ok. She stuffed the various sweets inside the pockets of her jacket, then went back to the order. “You don’t pay me enough for this.”

She heard Fred and George cackle from the room upstairs. “We don’t pay you at all.” George joked.

(Y/N) giggled, annoyed at the fact that she couldn’t be mad at them even if she tried, and boy, did she try. She grabbed the rolled up parchment off the counter. “Okay,” She whispered to herself, reading the order as she walked around the shop, grabbing every item listed and placing it in the box neatly. She squinted her eyes at the last item, unable to decipher the writing.

The shuffling of Fred and George’s footsteps coming down the stairs brought her a small sense of relief. She sped walked to the end of the stairwell, and handed them the parchment. “What’s that last bit there?”

George took the parchment. Fred leaned over his shoulder as they both examined the list, their mouths slowly contorting into a wide, mischievous grin. “Ah, yes. Allow us to show you.” George said.

“Prepare to feast your eyes.” Fred added.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, moving away from the stairwell, still holding the box against her side. “New prank I take it?”

“Of sorts. But first… George if you will.” Fred motioned toward George, who was already hiding his hands behind his back. There was a small poof, then a tiny billow of smoke. George pulled his hands back out, revealing a small, dainty ring with the letters F and G elegantly placed on top.

“This is for you.” George smiled. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, admiring the gold, luminescent finish as George gently placed in her open-yet-eager hand. Still holding the box, she sloppily placed the ring on her middle finger, straightening it with her thumb.

“We’ve just one like it!” Fred and George held their hands up, showing her an identical, but thicker version of her ring. Fred’s ring had George’s initial and hers, and George’s had Fred’s and hers. “Their enchanted so even if were worlds apart, we know that we’re ok. We wanted you to know that you mean the world to us-”

“-And even if it were for a second, we would lose our minds if we didn’t know whether our best friend was ok or not,” George cleared his throat, realizing just how mushy he’d sounded. “Um…”

(Y/N) looked at her ring, and sure enough both letters had a bright glowing light around them. She pulled her hand to her heart in a somewhat teasing manner, but also in a serious one. “Aw guys, I love you, too. Thank you.”

Fred and George laughed nervously, running their hands through their hair. The rings had been ready for quite some time now, but neither of them were good at sappy moments like these, so it took them a lot longer to give it to (Y/N).

She noticed their uncomfortable stance, and she wished she could’ve kept them like this for a little longer, but for their sake, she decided to change the subject. “So this prank?”

“Right,” Fred and George moved closer to (Y/N). “I think it’s finally ready to be displayed. It’s near perfect.”

“Yeah, the last time we tried this, we took the entire roof off the burrow.” Fred added.

“What is it?” (Y/N) asked, a little afraid.

“A bigger, more personal twister!”

The confused look on her face was the twins cue to unveil the said prank. “Watch.” Fred pulled out a tiny twister jar. He aimed the jar toward her, and opened the lid, releasing a twister the size of her. It did no damage to surrounding objects, but it encased her in a whirlwind.

“Fred! George! Stop this!” She shouted above the wind, but they only laughed at her distress. Just then she realized the time turner she’d been wearing was turning faster than the wind. “Oh no,” she muttered. (Y/N) grabbed the time turner, holding it tightly in her hand to stop it from spinning, and before she knew it, she was falling. She held onto the box for dear life.

(Y/N) landed back first on a wooden table, breaking it on impact. She groaned in pain, turning over onto her stomach to get up.

(Y/N) heard the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath. She quickly spun her head, looking upwards, only to find the very tip of a sword barely touching her nose. She looked past the silver blade to the man who wielded it so threateningly. He was tall and muscular, with blond hair, and his unwavering stance told her that he was no stranger to the sword. Next to him stood a scrawnier boy with darker hair, his face more afraid than that of the other one.

“Who are you?” The blonde one demanded.

She held her hands up to show him she meant no harm, and slowly stood up. (Y/N) quickly glanced around the room, trying to recognize something, anything, but it was all different. “Wh-” She muttered. (Y/N) began to grow worried, “Where am I?”

The boy lowered his sword a bit to observe her, confused by the sudden amnesia she seemed to exhibit. “You mean to tell me you crash landed in my chambers, and you don’t know where you are?”

Crash landed? Oh right. She turned to see the table in pieces all over the ground beneath her feet. “Oh… I’m so sorry. I can fix it.” (Y/N) quickly pulled her wand out from her boot, stepped aside, and waved it toward the broken table. “Reparo.”

The two boys jumped back, startled that this strange girl was in fact a sorceress. The blonde quickly held up his sword again, watching as the table magically glued itself back together.

“You have magic?” The black haired boy asked.

She nodded, smiling widely and proudly.

“Magic is forbidden in Camelot. The king would have your head for using it so openly. Are you not afraid for your life?” The blonde one spat.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, “Camelot?”

“You’re in the royal castle.”

Ohmygod, she thought. Her face turned a sickly pale color, and her legs growing weak from the weight of the worry. How am I here? I can’t be here!

(Y/N)’s hands felt like they were going numb. The concrete dam that had been holding her tears back, was beginning to crack under the pressure. Something was off, she could tell, but (Y/N) was having a hard time focusing.

“No, no, no. Please no.” She tried to breathe, but every time it felt as though her lungs weren’t getting enough air. “This has got to be a prank.”

A prank. The words resonated in her head, trying to make sense of the situation. That’s it! This was all Fred and George’s doing. She held her hand over her heart, trying to convince herself that she would be ok now that she figured out the twins devious plan. Once she didn’t feel nauseous anymore, she faced the boys, leaning against the table as she tried to regain her balance.

“Those damn twins! After that stupid speech about not wanting to lose each other, they pull this shit,” (Y/N) hissed, mostly to herself. “I will snap out of it soon, this all just some hallucination.” She assured them, but they still seemed confused.

“No, I promise you this is all real.” The dark haired boy said, stepping forward. The blonde attempted to hold him back, but he just shrugged him off.

She shook her head, “It’s not. I’m too smart for them. They probably just pranked me with a daydream charm, too.”

“A what?” The blonde asked angrily.

“Just give it thirty minutes, it’ll be like you never existed.”

The blonde scoffed, upset at her cryptic answers. “You’re delusional.”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“I shall have you arrested if you do not tell me your purpose for intruding my chambers!”

“You? What authority do you have?”

“He’s Prince Arthur of Camelot.” The dark haired boy answered. “I’m Merlin.”

Her eyes widened, “Merlin? You mean to tell me that you are the greatest sorc-”

Just then the bedroom door swung open, revealing a beautiful dark haired woman with the brightest grey-green eyes she had ever seen. “Arthur! I heard a loud crash, and I just came to see if you wer-” The woman’s gaze fell upon (Y/N). “Who’s this?”

“That’s what we would like to know.” Arthur replied, still glaring at her.

“I’m (Y/N).” She answered, glaring back at him.

“You can’t look at me like that!”

“You did it first!”

“Well, I’m the Prince of Camelot, I do what I please.”

“Yeah, I bet you do.” (Y/N) retorted.

Arthur stood there dumbfounded at the way she was responding to him.

Merlin noticed the tension brewing between them. He wanted to stop them before they killed each other, but he also wanted to ask her questions about her magic, so he quickly jumped in. “Let me take you to see the court physician, Gaius. You seemed like you hard a pretty rough landing.”

Arthur, realizing what Merlin was doing, quickly dismissed him. “No, we don’t know if she’s dangerous. She stays here in my chambers until we get this sorted out. Father can’t find out, he’ll have her executed without a second thought.”

The girl standing at the doorway scoffed, “She can’t stay here with you, you’re a man. She can stay with me, she’ll be more comfortable there.”

“Morgana!” Arthur shouted.

“Arthur!” Morgana shouted back, frowning at him. “Come, I’ll let you borrow some clothes, you can’t be seen in that.” She motioned to the jeans and t-shirt that (Y/N) was wearing.

(Y/N) pulled her lips into a tight line, looking at them.


Who will you go with? 

Arthur 

Merlin

Morgana 

3

New school year had started and you couldn’t wait to see your friends, especially twins. They had written you letters through summer but you couldn’t go and see them. You missed them, summer wasn’t the same without Fred and George. You had known them since the first year.
“(Y/N)! Are you just going to walk past us without even greeting?” A familiar voice said and you turned to see Fred. In seconds you were hugging twins, both of them wrapping their arms around you. They seemed genuinely happy to see you as they finally let you go. You knew this year would be amazing and filled with laugh, just as always.

I Got You (Platonic!Weasley Twins x Reader)

Anon Requested: Could you do an imagine where the reader is best friends with the twins and she’s in her 2nd year while the twins are in their 3rd. They were on their way to Quidditch practice, but run into the Slytherin team. They start calling her a mudblood. The Weasley twins of course defend her. (Kinda like the scene in The Chamber of Secrets) Thxs💞 Btw love ur imagines🔥💞

A/N: Of course! I hope you like it! But a heads up, this takes place in Sorcerer’s Stone/ Philosopher’s Stone. Enjoy! <3

Originally posted by missprongs


The sound of the Great Hall echoes throughout the castle. It’s the first quidditch practice of the season and the Gryffindor team couldn’t be more excited to hit the field.

Oliver Wood enters the hall with a spring in his step, for this is his most favorite time of year. The Weasley twins smirk as Wood takes his seat directly across from the three of you.

“Fred! George! Y/n! Are you all as excited as me to start the season?”

The three of you groan, knowing the rant about to follow. Wood ignores this and continues.

“I mean we have a new seeker, a first year at that! But I’ve got a good fellin’ ‘bout Harry.”

He continues to ramble while shoveling eggs and sausage down his throat.

Fred looks at you and smiles,”So Lee is commentating this year.”

“Yeah!”, George cuts in,”We made a bet that he can’t make Angelina blush before the match is over. He believes otherwise.”

“I bet you five galleons she’ll punch him square in the nose.”, you remark, gulping down the remainder of your pumpkin juice.

“You’re on!” They say harmoniously.

Wood stuffs the final bite of eggs in his mouth and stands up with a jolt.

“Come on! No time to dolly! We’ve got quidditch to play!” He exclaims.

~~~

The team walks down to the field, chatting and laughing until their path is blocked by Marcus Flint and the rest of the Slytherin team.

“Flint.”, Oliver scowls,”What’re you doin’ here.”

“Going to the pitch. What’s it to ya?” Flint replies.

“We had the pitch scheduled for today. We have a new seeker to train.” Oliver motions to Harry.

Flint contemplates for a second,”Fine, we’ll come and watch then. I’m sure we’d all love to watch L/n here fall flat on her face.”

Flint and some other Slytherins snicker. You grind your teeth as Fred and George step forward.

“Watch what you’re sayin’ Flint.” George growls.

“You might end up with a one way ticket to the hospital wing.” Fred finishes.

Flint chuckles,”Wow L/n, I knew you were pathetic but you’ve got these blokes standing up for you? Figures a couple of blood traitors like themselves would love to mingle with a Mudblood like you.”

“That’s it!” Fred yells.

The twins both push past Oliver and grab Flint by the robes, socking him left and right. Another slytherin boy gets into the fight, throwing punches at Fred. George finally tackles Flint to the ground as Fred drives his fist into the Slytherin chaser, Pucey.

“No one says shit about our friends, especially Y/n, you low life git!” George gives a final punch before McGonagall grabs him and Fred by the collar and pulls them off of the Slytherin chaser and captain.

“Weasleys! What is the meaning of this? Flint! Pucey! Get up now!” She says strictly.

Flint and Pucey both stand, holding their blackened eyes and bruised sides. Fred and George are both released from McGonagall’s grip.

“Flint. Pucey. Go to the hospital wing at once, Madam Pomfrey will know what to do with the two of you.” They nod and head to the castle, McGonagall turns to face the twins.

“As for you two, you will have Madam Pomfrey fix you both up and when you are done you’ll have a weeks detention and ten points taken from Gryffindor.”

They both mumble sorry professor. As she leaves she shouts back.

“5 points for loyalty!”

Fred grins at George and the team chuckles. You run up to both of them.

“Thanks you guys! You’re the best.” You beam.

“Anything for you Y/n.” George smiles.

“Yeah, anything.” says Fred.