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Quietly as possible, Y/N shut the portrait as she left the Hufflepuff common room and made her way down the corridor. She looked behind her, as she thought she heard a noise, only to run into something in front of her and fall onto her back. No. Someone. She braced herself for detention as she opened her eyes, “George?” She asked, taking his hand with a smile “I was coming to get you.” He chuckled as he pulled her into a hug.
“I told I’d meet you by the loo.” She said as they began down the hallway “Yeah, yeah. Say, you wanna go down to the kitchen? My sweet tooth is craving some pumpkin pasties.” He said, pulling Y/N into a secret door “It doesn’t seem I have a choice int he matter, eh Georgie?” She giggled a bit “Were you going to say no?” He looked back at her as the two made their way down the narrow passage way. “No,” she said “George.” She said stopping under a grate, concern lacing her voice.
“What is it, love?” He asked, turning to Y/N “I don’t think this is the way to the kitchen.” She said, looking up “What? Of course it is, I’ve gone this way many times with Fred.” George scoffed “My dear, this looks like the courtyard.” Y/N pointed up at the moon illuminated trees and stone.
“Lumos,” George muttered “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” He said, tapping his wand on the Marauders Map “See? We’re heading away from the kitchen.” Y/N laughed as her boyfriend realized he was wrong. “Alright, we got it figured out now. Let’s go.” He said, tucking the map and his wand back into his pocket.
The two kids passed several hidden entrances to these secret passageways until they came to one above them. George motioned for Y/N to be quiet for a moment as she was in the middle of telling him about someone spilling an entire jar of basilisk venom in potions. She nodded and they listened for any movement in the room above them. A few minutes passed in silence so George reached up, pushing the loose stone across the floor.
George held his hands together, fingers intertwined for a boost. Y/N put one foot in his hands and jumped as he pushed her up into the kitchen before pulling himself up onto the cold floor. Y/N smiled once George turned on the fireplace with a flick of his wand. “Come on, darling.” George said as he pulled Y/N to her feet and over to the sweets pantry. “Alohomora.” Y/N spoke softly and unlocked to wooden doors, revealing the loads of sweets in the cabinets. George dove for the pumpkin pasties, Y/N on the other hand went for the Peppermint Pistols. She put the candy on her tongue and giggled as she felt it crystalize for a moment before melting down her throat. “Have you ever tried these, Georgie?” Y/N asked.
George looked up from the spot he’s made for himself of the floor covered in various sugary eats and shook his head, mouth full of Chocolate Cow’s Tail. Y/N plopped next to him and held a Peppermint Pistol out for him, George opened his mouth and Y/N gently set the candy on her boyfriend’s tongue. His eyes bugled as the peppermint took over for a few seconds then went back to normal after realizing it wasn’t long before her could swallow the candy.
Y/N picked up the last wrapper from their adventure and threw it in the waste bin. “I do have to say, Weasley, you do know how to get a girl out of her comfort zone.” She laughed, resting her head on the lanky boy’s shoulder. George wrapped his arms around her and sighed contently “I get that a lot.” He laughed but was cut off by movement on the other side of the room.
A cat. Wait, Mrs. Norris. Oh no, Filch is close by. The teen wizards look at each other and scrambled up and back over to the secret door. George jumped first, motioning for Y/N to fall into his arms, literally. He put her on her feet and closed the door, catching a glimpse of Filch. “Run!” George whisper-yelled. Y/N followed as instructed and sprinted in the direction from which they came, George following hot on her heels.
Soon Y/N stopped, too much out of breath to continue. George pulled out the map and his wand, trying to figure where they were in the giant castle. They were far from both the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor common rooms. If they ran, though, they’d make it back to the Hufflepuff entrance by at least 3 A.M. and then he could make it back to the Gryffindor portrait by, hopefully, 3:15.
“This way.” George grasped Y/N’s wrist and pulled her out into the breezy corridor, the winter chill was enough to freeze the warmest of hearts. George noticed Y/N shivering and pulled her close into his side, rubbing her arm. “We’re almost there, my love.” He told her after walking for a little while. Y/N nodded, her teeth chattering too much for her to be able to make out words.
They stopped at the Hufflepuff common room and George pulled Y/N into his chest, her arms finding their way around his torso, hugging each other tightly. “We should do this more often, it was fun.” She smiled up at him as his face inched closer to her own. He smiled as their lips brushed against one another. Finally, Y/N closed the space between them and their lips moved in sync until Y/N shivered so hard it shook her body “Get Inside, darling. It’s freezing.” George laughed and watched as his world walked behind the portrait and it closed. George sighed as he made his way to own common room, thoughts of the night filling his head, reminding him of how much he actually loved his sweet, little Hufflepuff.
Imagine spending Christmas at Hogwarts, and you decide to have a small get-together in the Room of Requirement, inviting the Marauders, Lilly, Severus, and Regulus since they’re all your friends.
You looked around the room in excitement as everyone talked, danced, or played games. You were in the Room of Requirement, where you specifically made into a room with Christmas decorations. Although you had some doubts, you decided to invite all of your friends, even if some of them didn’t like the others. You invited James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, Severus, and Regulus. Luckily for you, they all promised to be on their best behavior and put aside their feelings for you and the holiday. They even made an arrangement where everyone would give each other gifts. You couldn’t have been happier.
“Y/N!” You were broken out of your thoughts by Sirius’ voice and looked to see everyone sitting in a circle on the floor. “Come over here with us. We’re about to exchange gifts!”
You grinned at him and quickly sat down between him and Regulus. You were glad you went against your doubts. This was the best Christmas ever.
1. So, imagine if a girl from Beaux-Batons who came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament bonded with a girl from Slytherin over ballet. They met in the Great Hall after dinner, as the houses exited to their dormitories, when their friendship started over small talk. They stopped to introduce themselves, as both had strayed from their houses, occupied with thoughts of their own. The Slytherin girl began taking ballet as a young witch due to her parents’ appreciation of the arts, before Hogwarts was even in her vernacular. Over the course of their smalltalk, the Beaux-Batons girl mentions how she dances, and the 6th year Sytherin’s face lights up ever so slightly, a small grin appearing on her pale face as her excitement bubbles. She hesitates at first, thinking about how her tough, stoic outer appearance may suffer due to confessing her passion. She shelves the thought, finally speaking up- “I-I dance too, ballet, in fact.” the girl from Beaux-Batons smiles brightly, knowing that she made a new friend, one in a house she’d least expect friendship from.