Harry gets sorted into Gryffindor, as literally everyone on earth expected but it was quite a hard sorting as he had many different traits as well
Draco getting sorted into Gryffindor terrified everyone, him even more.
Draco’s shocked when he learnt why because him befriending Harry and basically the Weasley twins were something very braver and very much against Malfoy traditions.
Minerva watching Harry and the Weasley twins comfort Draco whose on the verge of crying
Other Gryffindors and Slytherins calling him out, distrusting him.
Harry waking up in the middle of the night for a drink, instead, he finds his lover friend crying.
Draco getting a howler the next morning and running out because he’s terrified, all the Slytherins are snickering and shouting names.
Harry standing up for him.
“If anyone bullies Draco ever again you’ll have me and the twins to answer to.’’
Teachers being terrified of Harry because he’s literally all the Marauders (Minus Peter) mixed in one person, charismatic and cocky like Sirius, as obsessed with Quidditch as James and as smart as Remus so they know Harry’s a serious threat.
People not being impressed with Harry’s threat, the twins were great prankers but a first year wasn’t really a threat, even if he was the chosen one. Which is why everyone dismissed it, but the teachers knew he had a Marauder as a teacher.
The first victims are fourth years. Harry made a bomb explode around their seat during dinner in the great hall for everyone to see, once the smoke cleared the victims were left with pink, red, gold and purple hair which lasted around three months.
Harry gets permission to floo home every full moon to make sure Remus is fine.
Draco having studying session with Hermione alone and with Harry as well, Harry still goes along despite knowing it all already which is why those three are on the top of their classes.
After a month or so everyone in Gryffindor accepts Draco.
Draco already knowing much about the Philosopher’s stone which gives them more time to focus on other things.
Draco convincing them Snape isn’t bad, after all he’s still nice to him despite being a Gryffindor and he knew Snape wouldn’t do that kind of stuff.
The bullying stops after a few months and a lot of vicious pranks but Harry’s far from done.
The twins play along with a lot of fun as Harry’s a master at playing pranks, planning them and executing them.
Harry keeps dragging Draco along which he secretly loves and because of it the teachers start referring to them as the Marauders and soon it catches on and the whole school is doing it.
“You know, they’ve even started to call us the Marauders.’’
Remus laughing extremely loud to the extent it hurts, despite it being a full moon.
Harry going home during Christmas and dragging Draco along.
Remus being rather hesitant at first, because after all Lucius was one of Voldemort’s trusted soldiers in the war. Soon though he realized Draco is a really massive nerd and an actual cinnamon roll
Draco and Harry getting a Weasley sweater
Draco helping make the banner for Harry’s first Quidditch match
At Hogwarts, Harry finds the mirror of erised and takes Draco to see it. Harry explains he sees his parents, alongside Remus without his scars and Sirius, Harry really can’t believe he’d sell his parents out.
Draco doesn’t get it, before he reads the title, as he just sees him and Harry.
Draco later realizing which mirror it actually is.
Draco and Ron playing games of wizard chess for hours.
Solving the puzzles on their way to the stone.
Harry asking Draco to stay with him during summer because he sees how scared and unhappy Draco is that he has to leave.
“Your dad could never find us, first of all, as he doesn’t know where to look for us. If he did, it doesn’t matter as much because Remus is amazing at dueling and I just don’t want you to get hurt.’’
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–”
Note: I might’ve forgotten to mention but yeah
Harry has Hedwig but she isn’t as major in this, also sorry it took so long but honestly I kinda forgot about this also I’m not covering every part of the books/movies just the general story and how it changes.
Lil bit about their summer together
Draco exploring Remus his whole collection of books
Harry planning pranks and wanting to get stuff for them and Draco scolds him for it because he should at least try to behave a little in the next year if he still wants McGonagall to eventually teach him how to become an animagus
So when they go to some wizarding stores with the twins and Ron, the twins are just visiting and Ron’s staying for a few days, Harry lets them pick out some stuff whilst he goes to a book store and buys EVERYTHING he can get on transfiguration because he was too busy with different things last year and almost forgot about it.
Just them enjoying their summer, Hermione sometimes visits and is surprised to see how much Harry is reading, she knows he likes to do it and is well educated but these are books she never imagined him touching.
During the full moon in their summer Harry tries his best to explain to Draco what’s going to happen because despite being pureblood he’d have no reason to know what would happen and Draco’s nervous at first but an hour after the transformation he’s fine.
Ron asking his family if some of them know something more about transfiguration or becoming an animagus because Harry is so dedicated to it and he wants to help him.
He asks Remus everything and tries to every day and eventually he gives in but doesn’t tell him everything both because Remus knows he’s too young even if he was gifted and because he didn’t know everything about the process anymore.
When it’s Harry’s birthday Draco, Ron and Hermione planned everything for him so it’s this almost magical feast with tons of food and the whole weasley family is there, some of their friends and even McGonagall and Hagrid popped in when they had the time.
So by the end of the summer break like the last week or two before school starts again Draco has to go back because he has to start packing his school stuff and that’s basically still at his parents and he needs to go shopping with them, although he mostly moved in with Remus and Harry
One night when Remus and Harry are just eating dinner there’s suddenly a house elf on their table.
Harry’s a bit sceptical of his warning, he knows chances are it’s a real danger but still it’s proven he has teachers always watching him and a ton of great friends, Remus takes it more seriously but knows he can’t refuse Hogwarts for Harry
So the two of them go shopping for school supplies and Harry makes sure they’re still enough Wolfsbane for Remus when he’s at school even though he’s allowed to go home every full moon, he’s just worried and wants to make sure everything is perfect.
They all meet up and decide eat something but Draco is dragged away by his dad and Harry noticed how concerned he was looking at something but Harry couldn’t place what it was, he made a note to ask him about it.
So they ACTUALLY GET ON THE TRAIN because Remus makes sure Harry is there on time and Ron is also on time
During the train ride Harry and Draco go out of their carriage, shared with Hermione and Ron, and Harry asks why he looked as concerned and Draco replies that his dad did something but he wasn’t sure what as he was basically excluded from everything because he was chosen as a Gryffindor.
Harry asks if it’s okay to share with the rest and Draco agrees and so they share it and they start to look out for suspicious things that maybe could be cursed or something like it.
Skipping the feast because they just eat and then sleep
Colin obviously continuously asking for Harry and pictures and stuff but also of that of his friends because they basically got him through the challenge last year
Lockhart annoying Ron and Draco to a maximum whilst Harry just kind of tags along with it and Hermione doesn’t get how they can be so annoyed with him.
When the pixies are flying around Hermione immobilises them because honestly the rest of them had no clue what to do and it becomes apparent to them no matter how much Harry focuses on transfiguration, Draco’s general knowledge and Ron’s Quidditch knowledge none of it matches Hermione’s.
Someone in the Slytherin Quidditch team still calling Hermione mudblood and both Draco and Ron immediately getting to her defence but Ron is quicker.
No one suspects Draco of being Slytherin’s heir because he’s a Gryffindor but he also knows better because if he was his father would be announcing it to the whole wizarding world.
Harry is more tense through the year because of the threat of Slytherin’s heir and the Chamber of Secrets but got his relief from pranking with the twins who always asked him if he was okay because they noticed he started to look tense.
Harry being the best kid in transfiguration by far and going after class to ask if he can get extra lessons more aimed at becoming an animagus, after a few weeks she agrees but does say she’ll take it slower because he’s still so young and it’s a hard process.
When Harry is hit by the enchanted bludger ( I think that was the one) Draco’s the first one next to him because he got so worried when he noticed what was going on
So when Harry speaks Parseltongue during the duelling club Draco’s worried because he especially knows it’s not really a good thing to be able to and he starts to think how Harry might be able to do it because he’s a potter and those seem to be Gryffindors since the start of time and his mother was a muggle-born so that also wasn’t it.
So when Hermione comes with the idea of brewing Polyjuice Draco refuses to go with them because he feels uncomfortable and Hermione and Harry are surprised but Ron gets him because he also imagined it’d be hard if he was a different house than all of his family and trying to sneak into the house of his family because he knows the pressure that comes with some pureblood families and ever since the start of last year he was surprised how easily Draco accepted it.
So Harry still goes home a few days during Christmas break just because he wants to catch up with Remus and ask if he knew something but Remus knew nothing, still harry was very happy to visit him more than just once during a night to watch him.
When Harry finds the diary and Draco spots it Draco is very worried because that doesn’t look good and it might’ve been the thing his father hid in somewhere to be smuggled into Hogwarts but Harry says they at least have to try it but if it’s bad they could maybe turn it into Dumbledore
When Hermione is petrified they are devastated, first of all, and surprised at how keen Draco seems on catching whoever did it and giving them justice.
Draco is horrified and doesn’t understand how the man that’s his father and a few others are leading Hagrid away and he’s so angry but Harry keeps him from running at them and throwing whatever spell he knows because despite who his parents are and everything Hagrid’s only shown him kindness.
Once they start to follow the spiders ,after waiting for everyone to sleep, they’re lead into the forbidden forest and meet aragog and Draco was both surprised to see a spider this big but also terrified because spiders aren’t scary to him but make him feel uneasy especially if they’re this big SAME
Also the have negative hope in that Lockhart can actually do something because Harry’s also become really sceptic.
And so they go down with Lockhart and Draco performs a disarming charm and offers to watch him whilst the two of them go ahead a bit further and explore.
Ron offers to go with Harry but because Harry’s an idiot, a smart idiot, he refuses and says it’d be better if they both watch Lockhart and then they get separated.
Ron and Draco having a talk about different things and realizing, despite that Ron moved past his prejudice he was still slightly judging, they’re actually really similar.
Saving Ginny from the Chamber of secrets and Dobby being set free by Harry.
Also, Harry defending Draco from Lucius and they get into quite a heavy discussion which ends by Harry agreeing to have him over the whole summer because it was almost said like a dare that he couldn’t survive that.
Draco being happy to know he can spend the summer with them again but also growing worried as to how his father would eventually react to him because when he had to get home now it was already bad, he still had his mother though who supported him through and through.
It had been a week, a long week. Y/N was fired, the company did not want to be linked with the press that came with Y/N. She had been harassed, not just on social media, but the photographers were letting their hands wonder on her body, her dad could hardly look at her, her family wouldn’t talk to her.
She wouldn’t get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat. She would just lay there, wrapped in the white sheets, dark circles under her eyes, her usual bright eyes were dull, no emotions, no feelings, she would just stare at the ceiling, or stare at Harry.
He would bring food up to her, he would bring her water, snack, anything he could, but she refused them all. Occasionally she would drink and have a couple of chips, but it was rare, it hardly happened. He could hear her cries, he could feel her pain.
“Thank you so much for understanding James,” Harry says into the phone, leaning against the door way, watching her.
She was asleep, as usual, her eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores left her mouth, “I understand, we can find another week,” James says into the phone, “how is everything?”
“‘s not good,” Harry responds, “I offered to go to my mum’s, she could stay there for the week, and she said no, I just-I can’t leave her alone right now. It’s my fault.”
“You’re young, you’re doing what young people do,” James says, “sadly you just have the whole world watching you, watching her.”
“‘s not fair to her,” Harry frowned.
“You’re right, and it’s not fair to you, but it happened, it’s done. Now you just have to work through it, together,” James says.
She stirs in bed and Harry stands, “I’ll call you later, I’m so sorry.”
He hangs up, taking his spot next to her on the bed, and praying that she’ll wake up, that she’ll smile at him.
“Morning,” she croaks, sitting in bed, knees to her chest, Harry looks up from the door way, wrapping his towel around his waist.
“Glad to see you awake,” he smiled softly, grabbing a shirt.
She looks at the sheets in front of her, “it’s Gem’s birthday,” she whispered, “promised her I would go.”
“You don’t have to,” Harry says, “we don’t have to, she’ll understand.”
“I have to get out of this house at some point,” she says.
“My mum has been dying to see you,” Harry smiled.
She just stands, walking to the closet, “if it gets too much we can leave,” Harry promises.
Anne’s house is filled with family, Gemma’s work friends, and neighbors. Harry steps in first, he immediately feels her grip tighten on his hand, her other hand coming up to his arm as she holds on to him, hiding behind his tall and lanky frame.
“Harry!” Anne smiled, walking over, “oh Y/N! I’ve missed you,” she wraps her arm around her, rubbing her back, she steps back, “how are you doing?”
“‘m fine,” she mumbles, Harry grabs her hand again, bringing it up to his lips.
“She’s a though one,” Harry says.
“Y/N! You came!” Gemma yells, walking over, “oh I’m so happy you came.”
“Happy birthday,” she responds.
She keeps close to Harry all night, trying to not pay any mind to the others. They stand whispering and pointing, she even caught one person glancing between their phone and her, making sure it was the right person.
She felt naked, she knew she was dressed. She could feel the long sleeved dress hugging her body, she could feel the fabric, but it didn’t matter. Every one saw the freckle on her stomach, the one on her right breast, they all knew about the stretch marks on her lower stomach, they had all seen her. They had all seen every inch of her.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Harry says to her, “will you be okay?”
He tilts her chin up, concerned eyes on her, “yeah,” she nods, he presses a soft kiss on her lips and slips away.
“Y/N right?” a man says, he stands in Harry’s old spot, “‘m Fred, I work with Gemma.”
“Nice to meet you,” she whispered.
Fred steps closer, close enough she can smell the alcohol on his breath, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”
“I think you’re lovely,” he ignored her last remarks, placing a hand on her waist.
“Please get off,” she says, her heart racing.
His hand lowers to her butt, giving it a hard squeeze, she screeched. Shoving him off, or attempting but he doesn’t break, “get away from her,” Anne snaps, walking into the kitchen, “and get the hell out of my house.”
Fred steps back, holding his hands up, “Y/N, come here honey,” Anne says sharply.
Y/N walks over, standing behind her, “get out of my house, now,” Anne repeats, voice low.
“We were just talking Anne, come on we are all here for Gemma,” Fred chuckled, setting his cup down.
“I don’t want you anywhere near my family, that includes Y/N,” Anne hissed.
“Hey, she wanted it, those pictures were nice, I was just trying to compliment her,” Fred says.
“Get the hell out! I will not ask you again,” Anne yelled.
“Gemma don’t you want me here?” Fred asked, turning to the tall light haired girl who stumbled in, “right Gem.”
“He touched Y/N and if I have to ask again I will call the cops,” Anne sneered.
“Get out!” Gemma snaps, “this is your last warning or I will get Harry.”
“She’s just a little slut anyways,” Fred spat, shoving past her, hitting Y/N’s shoulder.
She stumbled but Anne grips on to her, helping her. Her once full of life eyes stay on where Fred had just walked out, Anne holds her, rubbing her arm, “don’t listen to him honey, please don’t listen to him,” Anne whispered in her ear.
“What an asshole,” Gemma hissed, embracing Y/N.
Gemma runs her hands through Y/N’s hair, “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that, you don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered.
“I-I shouldn’t have taken them,” Y/N sobs.
Gemma’s eyes snap up as someone walks in. Harry stands, his eyes softening at the sight, Gemma keeps Y/N in her arms, rubbing her back, “we love you Y/N and those pictures didn’t change anything,” Anne says softly, “you have us, you have Harry, you’re family, those pictures do not define you. Who ever stole them is a horrible person.”
“I’m so sorry,” Harry says.
Y/N pulls away from Gemma, shaking her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears away, “it’s not your fault Harry, please stop blaming yourself,” Y/N pleads, “please.”
“It’s no ones fault,” Anne says.
“I’m sorry about Fred,” Gemma says.
“What happened?” Harry asked quickly.
As Anne explains the story Y/N takes the time to slip away to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixes the smudged mascara, wiping it away with toilet paper. She takes in a deep breath, trying to relax.
The door opens and Harry peaks in, a small smile on his face, “you’re moms kind of a badass, I’ve never seen her that angry,” she says, sniffling.
“That’s cause no one messes with her family,” Harry chuckled, closing the door behind him, “how you holding up.”
“I’ll be okay,” she promises, wrapping her arms around him, “I have a lovely boyfriend and his family for support.”
“We are pretty cool,” Harry says, a proud smile on his face.
“I don’t blame you,” she says, “I promise.”
“We’ll get through this together, and you know what, Jack was a dumbass in firing you, you were the best worker,” Harry stated, “we can get you a new and much better job.”
“And anyone who thinks these pictures are an excuse to grab you are sick perverts and will have to go through me, we are a team Y/N. You get hurt, I get hurt, we will work through this together okay?” Harry’s hands come to her cheeks, cupping them.
idk why but the idea of fred and alice being friends cracks me up. And it’s not going to happen for so many reasons but when she comes to the drive-in and says “sorry to interrupt your ADULtERy FRED” i felt it u know. I felt the “we grew up together and i support u but i am going to call u out on your bullshit u know that.”