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Second Chance- George Weasley

George Weasley 

Sixth Year of Hogwarts 

The sixth-year girl walked through the hallways, searching for a place to spend her free period before returning to class. She ended up choosing to recline against one of the arches that overlooked the main gardens of the castle, intending to resume reading the new book she had started recently. She had been trying to avoid a certain person since yesterday, and so far, it had been successful, as she didn't have any classes in common with the Gryffindor boy that day and had breakfasted earlier than usual. However, her reading was interrupted by the voice of someone calling her. Without even having to turn her face to know who it was, her body tensed, and she closed her book, ready to leave.

-Hey, Fernsby! Wait! - The redhead boy quickened his pace, leaving his brother and best friend behind. ---(Y/N)! - The Ravenclaw stopped with a sigh, knowing this time there was no escape, and turned around, forcing a smile.

-George... What's up? - He raised an eyebrow when he noticed this and crossed his arms, observing her.

-Are you avoiding me? Because that's what it looks like. -

-No- (Y/N) shook her head repeatedly, glancing at the two people now behind George. -Fred, Lee. - She greeted warmly, smiling halfheartedly.

-(Y/N)- Both said simultaneously, mirroring the young woman's gesture.

-Guys, why don't you go on ahead? I need to have a conversation with (Y/N) for a moment. - George said, making the girl feel uncomfortable for a few seconds, Fred and Lee watching both with some amusement.

-Sure, see you in the Great Hall, Georgie. - His brother tapped him on the shoulder and smiled in farewell to (Y/N) before leaving with Lee, leaving the two alone.

-So... What do you need to talk to me about? - The Ravenclaw asked, biting her lip in a nervous reaction to the tension she felt in that moment. She knew perfectly well what they needed to talk about.

- I waited for you for an hour yesterday at the Three Broomsticks as we agreed, and you never showed up... I even had to give someone the butterbeer I bought, for you. -

- Oh...- (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when George mentioned the latter. Perhaps standing him up hadn't been as good an idea as she thought. In fact, it hadn't been a good idea at all. -I'm sorry, I honestly completely forgot that we were supposed to meet, and I didn't even go to Hogsmeade. -

- You're lying- George almost immediately said, still with his arms crossed over his chest.

- I'm not lying! -

- Of course you are. Every time you lie, you can't look people in the eyes, and you play with the ring you're wearing right now. -

The girl glanced at her hand for a second, ceasing the spinning of her ring to look back at George, somewhat surprised by that observation.

-What's going on, (Y/N)? I thought you were okay with going on a date with me...- She sighed upon hearing that and briefly averted her gaze from the redhead before speaking.

- Listen, George, I'm sorry. It's just that I don't think this— - Her hand moved, pointing to herself and then to him- is a good idea. Maybe it's better if we stick to me helping you with Potions and nothing more. - George frowned upon hearing this and shook his head.

-That's stupid. What made you change your mind? Did I do something wrong? Did someone tell you something about me? -

- No - (Y/N) hurried to say, being completely honest this time. - I just... I don't think I'm what you're looking for in someone, George. There are plenty of other girls who would love to go out with you. Much prettier, more interesting, definitely more laid-back- She added with a forced laugh, avoiding direct eye contact. -I don't want to waste your time, not when it comes to me. -

His expression twisted upon hearing these words from (Y/N), huffed, shaking his head before moving a bit closer to the girl. Making her lift her face to be able to see him due to the significant height difference.

-It's me who decides what I'm looking for in someone. I don't want to date anyone else; I want you... I thought I made that pretty clear when we talked before- He moved a bit closer, causing the girl's nerves to spike along with the beating of her heart.

—George—

—Let me finish— He whispered, never breaking eye contact with (Y/N). -I don't need someone who's just like me; I want someone who complements me. I don't care if you prefer being in the library instead of pulling pranks. I definitely don't care if you think you're carrying a few extra pounds or if you sometimes struggle with your hair- His hand takes a curl resting on (Y/N)'s face and moves it aside as his gaze descends to her lips. -Don't push me away without giving me a chance. That's all I'm asking for.-

(Y/N) sighs at the redhead's words, the butterflies in her stomach now fluttering intensely as he was so close, she could feel the gentle brush of their noses.

—A date, just that— The boy whispered, daring to draw her closer by the waist, his lips now brushing against (Y/N)'s. -And if you're not pleased, I'll let you go. We'll just go back to being the same old classmates... Please. -

He left a small kiss on her lips, causing (Y/N) to feel like she was melting in the arms of the beloved redhead. She gazed at him for a moment before nodding, returning the gesture with a small, shy kiss that brings an immediate smile to George's face.

—Should I take that as a yes? — He chuckled, pulling back slightly to get a better look at her. —Yes...— (Y/N) smiled shyly, forcing herself to step back completely. -This Friday, we'll meet at the Black Lake at 5 in the evening. I'll take care of the rest. It's the least I can do after leaving you hanging yesterday. - George laughed and nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets as he watched the girl start to walk away, keeping her gaze fixed on him as she walked backwards.

—It's a date then, see you later, Fernsby!

—Until later, Weasley. Don't be late for tomorrow's tutoring! — The redhead chuckled at that, shrugging while keeping his eyes on her.

—I can't promise anything, darling. — (Y/N) rolled her eyes, shaking her head before turning around to continue her way to the class about to begin, unable to shake off thoughts of a certain someone who was slowly but surely stealing her heart.

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Caught in the Prefect’s Bathroom | Fred Weasley Smut |

Fred Weasley x Female reader

Contains: Smut, Mommy kink (near the end), Masturbation, shower/bath sex, sub fred, and a bit of fluff

 Fred was head over heels in love with her. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she yelled, everything she did went straight to his heart. He couldn’t help his eyes as they followed her walking in the hallways. Fred had never imagined himself becoming so in love with a girl who didn’t talk to him, every girl wanted him. Girl after girl came up to Fred, flirting with him and making snide remarks about her, making him angry and forcing them to leave.

He daydreamed about her, going on dates, getting married, having children, and sometimes very very dirty thoughts that caused him to leave for the bathroom to fix his growing problem. He couldn’t help his mind from thinking about her riding him, and the beautiful moans he knew you would make. He couldn’t help but moan your name in the prefect's bathroom (that he had snuck into more than once for privacy). He, however, didn’t know you had been listening to him. Leaning against a wall where he couldn’t see you with your hand down your pants, hand over your mouth desperately trying to hold back moans from escaping and giving you away. 

You couldn’t help it, you were so turned on watching him stroke himself to the thought of you. He looked so beautiful, his fiery red hair soaked from the water and messily laid around his head, his head thrown back letting out soft yet loud moans of your name, and his veins popping out from how rough he was going. One hand stroked his member while the other held tightly onto the side of the bath. His legs were shaking heavily as if he could have fallen at any moment you couldn’t help but imagine it was your pussy he was pounding into, rather than his hand. You thought about his hand pressed against your mouth rather than your own, while he whispered dirty things into your ear. 

One day while Fred was back in the prefect’s bathroom, doing what he normally does, he heard a soft moan. His hand froze and his head came back to its normal position looking at the direction he had heard the moan. He thought he was hearing things until he had heard a soft “oh Fred” coming from the same direction. You were too lost in your own world to notice Fred had stopped and was currently making his way toward where you were. Fred pressed his back on the other side of the wall you were on, preparing himself to see one of the fangirls that followed him everywhere.

Much to his surprise, he saw you. Your hair was messy from being rubbed against the wall, your eyes were shut, and your hand was in between your thighs. Your hips were desperately bucking against your hand, chasing a release that seemed so close yet so far. Fred watched the sight as it went straight to his dick, making him harder than he had before. “Oh Fred”, Fred’s eyes shot up to your face, seeing if your eyes had opened. His hand traveled back to his aching member and began to stroke it lightly. However, he wanted more. 

Fred removed his hand from his member and moved to face you. He took a very quiet, deep breath and pulled your hand out of your pants, and moved the one from your mouth, pinning both hands behind your head. Your eyes shot open only to be met with the lust-filled eyes of Fred Weasley. “Well well, what do we have here.” Fred’s lips curved into a smirk, while your eyes filled with embarrassment and panic. “I- I’m so sorry, I can go if you want.” You became a stuttering mess under the boy’s gaze. Fred Weasley was a tall boy, he was 6’3 while you were under 5’6. He absolutely towered over you. “Is that what you want though darling? Leaving without having the best orgasm of your life?” 

Her eyes drained of any fear and embarrassment, she continued to stare into his eyes, they were like a portal she could get lost in. “Please Fred, please touch me.” Your voice was filled with need and came out in a low whimper. Fred chuckled, moving his hand to where yours was previously. As soon as his rough finger made contact with your clit, you bucked your hips and let out a soft moan. Your eyes quickly shut tight, his fingers felt amazing. Fred’s heart could barely handle what was happening. He had wanted this for so long, and to have you withering under his touch and moaning his name, it was an absolute dream. He slowly rubbed his pointer finger around your entrance, while his thumb played with your clit.

He stared down at you, his other hand slowly came down to your hand. “Please, touch me too, please darling.” Your eyes slowly opened to see him with his head hanging low. He was watching his thumb play with your clit, entranced by the sight before him. You moved the hand he was holding to slowly stroke him. Fred tore his eyes away from his fingers to watch your hand, he could have came just from the sight. He let out low moans, throwing his head back, eyes clenched shut. 

You pulled Fred’s hand away, but kept yours there, and sunk to your knees. Fred opened his eyes and looked down, only to be met with your beautiful ones looking right back at him while slowly stroking his cock. You licked the tip, making sure to keep eye contact. “Oh shit baby, you wanna suck my cock? I wanna feel that pretty mouth around me, baby.” You complied and took him as far into your mouth as you could, pumping the rest. Fred let out a loud moan but continued to look at you. His legs were already shaking, he was so close already from his previous actions and the sight before him. 

“Merlin, get up baby, I wanna cum inside you please.” Hearing Fred beg turned you on more. You got off your knees and began to remove your shirt and pants. Fred said nothing but watched your every move. You pulled down your panties with your pants and looked Fred in the eyes as you unclipped your Bra. You bit your lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the bath. Fred followed you like a lost puppy but got more turned on by the thought of fucking you in the bath. You dipped your foot into the bath before fully going in, pulling Fred in with you. You turned around and pushed Fred down to sit in the bath. You moved to be straddling him, hovering over his aching member. “Do you want me to ride you, Freddie?”

“Yes. Please ride me, make me, and you feel good, please.” You smirked down at him, lowering yourself onto him. You and Fred both let out loud moans, not holding back at all. After adjusting to him, you began to slowly bounce on him, the water splashing around the two of you with each bounce. “Oh merlin Fred, you make me feel so good. Such a good boy for me, letting me bounce on your cock. Fred moaned in response, clearly liking the name. 

As you continued riding him and picking up pace, you started to feel a pit growing in your stomach, begging to let go. “I’m gonna cum Fred, gonna cum all over your cock, is that what you want baby? Want me to come all over your cock?” Fred nodding his head vigorously, feeling himself come closer and closer to cumming. “Yes mommy, please, I’m gonna cum too. Please let me cum in you mommy. I’ve been good for you.” 

You felt yourself releasing while screaming Fred’s name and yes over and over. Fred came inside you as well from your orgasm, he gripped your hips roughly and pounded himself into you, riding yours and his orgasms out. He slowly began to stop, and pull you to his chest. You both said nothing, trying to get as much air as possible. The silence felt nice, but then Fred interrupted it, “be my girlfriend, please?” You looked down at him and into his eyes, they were filled with hope. “Of course Freddie.” You smiled down at him and brought your hand up to his cheek, slowly gliding your thumb back and forth over it. 

Fred pulled you into a kiss, before setting his head on your shoulder. “Oh come on you two! Some of us need to take a bath and get clean!” Your heads shot in the direction of the voice, only to be met with a slightly annoyed Cedric Diggory. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly waiting to use the bath. You giggled, “sorry Ced, go into the other room and let us get dressed.” Cedric huffed and muttered a small fine before turning around and heading into the other room attached to the bathroom. 

You lifted yourself off of Fred’s member and slowly got out of the bath, nearly falling because of how badly your legs were shaking. Fred laughed from behind you, “just sit down love, I’ll get our clothes.” You huffed and sat down, waiting for Fred to come back with both your clothes. When he came back he was fully dressed and carrying your clothes and both of your guy's wands. He set your clothes down to the side of you and lifted you up. He helped you get dressed and carried you out, shouting at Cedric that the two of you were done. Cedric grumbled to himself before walking into the actual bathroom. 

Fred carried you to his dorm in the Gryffindor section of the castle. George and Lee were both too busy sleeping to notice him carry you in. Fred set you down on his bed, taking off your shoes and socks, along with his. You moved under the covers while he was removing his, getting very comfortable. Fred lifted the covers and got in with you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head above yours. You were both finally happy to call the other one, mine.  

The Only Pair Left | George Weasley Smut |

George Weasley x female reader

Contains: Smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), degradation kink, daddy kink, harsh language

“Fuck fuck no! Shit, this is the only pair I have left!” I angrily said. I sighed and figured there was no other option than to wear them. I grumbled to myself and slipped on the thin lace thong under my skirt. “Ugh, these are so uncomfortable.” I smoothed my skirt down and turned to walk out of my dorm. “AH! George! What are you doing here?” My boyfriend stood there with his hands over his crotch, staring at my skirt.

“Darling, why are you wearing those? Is it a special day today?” He looked up at me with a heavy blush on his cheeks. I slowly caught onto what he meant and started to blush as well, “I- they were the only pair I had left.” I looked down trying to hide the heavy blush on my face. 

“Well now I’m going to be thinking about you in those panties all day darling” he laughed before shifting his pants to make it less obvious. I giggled knowing he was going to be hard all day, there was no doubt in my mind Fred would notice and tease him the entire day. “Hey don’t laugh! This isn’t any laughing matter darling!” he laughed and swooped me up into the air. I started to laugh harder, “come on dork! We’re gonna be late for breakfast!” He stopped laughing and set me down. His face began to fill with a look of lust and mischief.

“Or maybe I could eat you for breakfast?”

My face became extremely hot and I began to become wet. I shifted my thighs around, getting little pleasure but enough to make me wetter. He lowly laughed in my ear, “oh darling, did you enjoy what I said? What if we make it a reality?” My face became hotter as my panties became wetter. I squeezed my thighs together again hoping he wouldn’t notice, but he pulled away and ran his finger up my thigh. 

I gulped and gently grabbed his hand, moving it to the outside of my panties. His fingers began to lightly trace my clit, making my legs give out for a moment, shocked at the pleasure I was receiving. He pressed his fingers harder onto my clit, shocking me even more and making me let out a soft moan. “I’ve barely started and you’re already crumbling under my touch.” 

“Daddy please.” I whimpered, He worked wonderfully with his fingertips, I wondered what they felt like inside, it had been months since we had done anything sexual besides making out. I began to moan a little louder as he moved my panties to the side and began to actually touch my clit. “Aw princess, so fucking needy, get on your fucking knees.” He pulled his hand away from my clit while his other hand went to my head, pushing me to my knees. 

He began to unbuckle his belt and pants, then let them hit the floor. I reached up and palmed him through his boxers. He left out a low groan, “don’t you dare fucking tease me whore.” I looked up at him while slowly pulling them off, watching his member spring up and hit his stomach. I licked from the base to the tip, then took it into my mouth. He let out heavy groans while forcing my hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

“Yeah, such a good whore, taking my dick so well.” I trailed my hand down to my panties and began to rub my clit through my panties, moaning softly on his member. George threw his head back, letting out a long moan. I started to suck harder on his tip, making him moan harder. He moved his head to look down at me before pulling my hair, making me remove my mouth from his member. He pulled me up from my hair and pulled my head closer to him. “Get on the fucking bed. Now. Ass up.”

I did as he said and laid down with my ass in the air for him. He pushed my skirt up and ripped my panties down my legs, letting them dangle on my right ankle. George got down on his knees to be level with my entrance. I could feel his breath hitting my clit, it made me impatient. “Please daddy, do something.” At those words, he buried his face deep in. My jaw dropped as my face fell deeper into the bed, letting out heavy moans.

He shook his head between my legs, his fluffy hair following each movement his head made. I was almost screaming, his tongue felt amazing against me. I could feel myself getting close, my legs started to shake more, I didn’t know how long I could last. Just as I could feel myself going over the edge, George pulled away. I lifted my head and looked back at him, only to have him shove my head back down onto the bed and shove himself into me.

“Fuck, fuck! God damn, you’re so fucking tight around me.” His speed started to pick up and my moans started to increase. It felt so good to have him pound into me as if I was nothing. “Yeah, you like that? You like my dick pounding into your tight fucking pussy? Yeah, you fucking better you god damn slut. Let’s hope nobody hears you getting your brains fucked out.”

“George! Fuck I’m so close!” His hand reached for my hair and pulled. I couldn’t help the moans that came out of my mouth, it felt too good. “Come on slut, cum around my dick.” I couldn’t help but scream as I released onto his dick, my body collapsing and falling onto my bed. George let go of my hair and pulled out, cumming onto my back.

He bent down and picked up a rag that was there before. He cleaned my back and laid down beside me. “Well, I definitely enjoyed my breakfast.” I looked over to him to see that stupid smirk on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was just so beautiful. His freckles were dotted all over his face, and his red hair was stuck to his face because of sweat. I used the rest of my energy to move closer to him, cuddling into his side. 

“Uh y/n we still have school.”

“Fuck me.”

“Already did.”

Bath Time | Fred and George Weasley Smut |

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Contains: Smut, Bath/Shower sex, threesome, harsh words

(I know this isn’t how Hogwarts bathrooms look like it’s just what I had pictured while writing this)

Humming softly you slowly walk into the shower room at Hogwarts, it certainly was different than the one back home. It had a big bath at the center of the room and showers with curtains surrounding it. You walked over to the side of the bath and set your book down on a rack attached to the side. You started the bath before stripping down to nothing. The water was instantly warm and stayed at just the right temperature. 

You slowly dipped your foot into the water then submerged your entire body in the warm water. The water went to about the middle of your breast, covering just the perfect amount of cleavage. You stayed in that spot and leaned over to the rack at the side of the bath, where you had set your book previously.  It was some book about pranks, the twins had given it to you as a gift when they asked you out. Yes, both of them asked you out. You smiled thinking back at the memory, it was lovely. 

As you were deep in thought you felt a body come into the bath behind you. You quickly pull away from your book and turn to see who is now sitting behind you. It was just Fred. “Woah love, calm down, just me.” he smiled at you. You relaxed and leaned back into his arms, they wrapped around your torso and pulled you in closer. You looked back to your book, only to feel another body join the bath, you glanced up to see George sinking himself into the bath at the opposite end of you and Fred. “Bit warm, don't ya think?” he asked, smiling cheekily at you. You smiled and shook your head, going back to your book.

Just as the book started to get to a good part a hand came and snatched the book from your hands. “Hey!” you shouted at George. He smiled at you and moved his body to be laying against yours. “We can read it together, since sharing is caring.” He said while smiling, lifting the book a little higher so you could see more. You huffed but pulled George a tad bit closer to your body, to the point where his head was on your breasts. He laughed and looked back at Fred, “jealous?”

Fred huffed and pulled you even closer, “not by much.” You blushed heavily and looked at the two boys, “okay! Back to reading!” Fred had pulled her so close that her entrance was touching Fred’s member. Fred slowly reached down and grabbed his member, and then leaned his head to her ear, “this okay?” You gulped and nodded. You could tell he was smirking, when he slowly began to enter you. You let a soft moan out into George’s ear, which caused him to turn around and look at you. He closed and set your book back on the rack beside you.  “Oi! She’s my girlfriend too!” George then grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss, while his other hand went up to your breasts. 

You began moaning into George’s mouth, the pleasure from him groping you and Fred thrusting into you felt amazing. “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock baby,” Fred moaned, grabbing your throat and fucking you harder. George pulled away from your lips to lift you off of Fred. George entered you and began to stand up, putting his arms under your ass to support you. He exited the bath and walked over to one of the showers. While he was walking you lightly bounced on his member, it felt heavenly. He looked back at Fred to see him draining the bath and putting your book next to your clothes, which they hung up for you. 

He opened the curtain to one of the showers, which happened to be big enough for you and the twins to lay on the floor. George walked in and pushed you against the wall, beginning to pound into you at almost inhuman speeds. Your head fell back as loud moans slipped from your mouth over and over. George’s head buried into your neck and he moaned. “Fuck Princess, so fucking tight around me.” George suddenly stopped and removed his head from your neck. “What the fuck George? Why’d you-” Before you could finish your sentence you were on the floor facing George while Fred moved you to lay on top of him.

“Let’s go to Paris, shall we love?” George whispered with a big smirk on his face. You could feel George slowly begin to move again while Fred pressed against your ass, beginning to push himself in. It hurt but it was covered over by the pleasure you were receiving from George. You became a moaning mess for the two boys, who were roughly thrusting in and out of you chasing their release. Fred’s head was on one side while George’s was on the other, both moaning your name and how good you felt around them.

“Boys I’m so close, so fucking close.” You were basically screaming at this point, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Me too baby, I’m cumming.” Fred moaned into your ear while pulling out and cumming onto your ass. You came shortly after Fred, but George continued to thrust quickly, chasing his release. You could feel him twitch inside you and then shortly after feel his cum shoot inside you. You all took a moment to breathe, desperately gasping for air. 

“We should definitely do that again,” you said to the twins

“Definitely,” they both said panting for air.

Planning a surprise | Fred and George Weasley Smut |

You stumble upon the twins planning something, then head up to their dorm for some fun.

Contains: Smut, harsh words, oral (female receiving), begging, fluff

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“Fred! George! Get back here! Come on, now isn’t the time for games!” she yelled through the halls. She heard no response but giggling. Y/n grumbled to herself before continuing to walk down the many halls of Hogwarts.

“Guys I swear, when I find you, you’re both dead!” she yelled once again but heard no giggling. Y/n started to get a bad feeling and picked up her pace. She looked through the windows on the door hoping, praying, begging, that the twins were okay. “Come out you weasels!”

She was beginning to grow angry, and stopped at Snape’s room, the door was open. That was odd, Snape never left his door open, god knows what the first years would do with all the potions.

Y/n slowly pushed the door open just a tad more and began walking into the room. “Professor Snape? George? Fred?” she walked carefully as if one wrong move would have her killed. In her case that could have been true. Snape would be very angry if he found her walking quietly into his room. He would think she’s stealing potions or answers! However she also knew he probably wouldn’t be too harsh, she was a slytherin after all, Snape wouldn’t hurt one of his house's students.

Y/n couldn’t even remember how she had gotten here. The last thing she remembers is Fred carrying her on his back and George right by his side, waiting to see if he dropped her. He did. That was the last thing she remembers before waking up in the middle of the hall, nobody in sight.

“Sh! Shut up! She could hear us! I heard her yelling for us.” Y/n stopped her movement and ducked behind a chair and desk. It surprisingly hid her well. “Fred I swear she better not find out about this! It’s supposed to be a surprise!” Y/n stopped for a moment before realizing who it was. It must have been the twins, but who exactly are they talking about?

Y/n slowly lifted her body and started walking to the door, but knocked a small metal bin down on her way out. “Who’s there?!” she heard Fred shout at the door. She began silently panicking, what if they saw her, what if they hated her, what if they were planning something bad for another student? If it was a prank they surely would have told her, even if the prank was on her they would give her a small warning.

She slowly walked over the metal tin and moved her body to look as if she had just bent down to pick it up. Y/n slowly lifted her body to see Fred pointing his wand at her. She gasped and dropped the tin again. Fred sighed and lowered his wand. “Oh y/n you scared me” Fred said emphasizing my name. I could see George’s face shift into realization and then fear. George started to grab something and hide it behind his back.

“What ya got there?” Y/n slowly leaned her body, trying to see what George was doing. Fred quickly moved in front of her, “nothing, what are yooou doing here?” Y/n straightened herself out. “I woke up in a hallway, alone, I went looking for you two idiots since I didn’t know what happened.” Fred’s face changed to a look of confusion, “you passed out but we put you in our dorm room, how did you end up in a hallway?” Y/n’s face also changed, she didn’t know how she woke up in a hallway, she was asleep! She simply shrugged her shoulders, she truly didn’t know.

George walked over to his brother’s side, “feeling better after your rest darling?” She nodded, “so what you guys wanna do now, I have some stuff to do for the ball but I don’t feel like doing it now.” Fred and George tensed. George slowly began speaking, “we were planning on asking a girl to the dance, like both of us asking the same girl.” Y/n’s heart felt heavy, “oh, who’s the lucky girl?” She tried smiling but she just couldn’t. She lowered her head in sadness.

Fred noticed her change in mood, “do you think it’s weird? We didn’t know how people would feel about it.” She lifted her head back up to look at him, “no no, definitely not.” Fred looked at her before leaning down and hugging her. George leaned in too and began hugging her as well. “The girl is you” George whispered. Y/n smiled and slowly pulled away.

“We wanted to make it more of a big deal but,” Fred and George walked to where they were previously standing and grabbed a big banner. The banner had the words, “Y/n, wanna play some pranks at Yule?” She laughed, sure it was dumb and didn’t make sense but she loved it. “Of course you idiots.” She then ran into the twins arms and stayed there. Happy.

“Alright boys! Off to the dorm rooms before Snape finds us!” she yells before running out of the room. The twins quickly began running after her, it wasn’t difficult to catch up to her. Her short legs were no match for their long one’s. George swooped her up into his arms and began running again. “Hey! She’s my date too! Don’t hog her you dimwit!” Fred began trying to catch up with George, but he happened to be quicker.

George made it to his and his brother’s room before Fred, but he wasn’t far behind. George threw Y/n down on the bed before running to the door and locking it, leaning his back against it. “Oh haha very funny, open the door you git!” Fred yelled pounding on the door. George laughed before yelling back, “ooo Y/n look at that pretty white bra, would look so much better on the floor wouldn’t it?” The pounding became louder while y/n sat up and started giggling. George unlocked the door and quickly swung it open, his brother falling on the floor. Fred looked at you before looking at his brother, “she’s still got her shirt on! What the bloody hell!” Fred got up and punched George in the shoulder, “got my hopes up for nothin!” Y/n giggled before slowly untucked her shirt from her skirt and lifting her shirt above her head.

“Happy?”

“Wicked.”

Fred and George both walked over to you, bumping shoulders on their way. George was the first to reach you, quickly pressing his lips to yours while Fred’s attached to your neck. You moaned softly in George’s mouth as Fred’s lips traveled slowly to your breasts. George’s hand went behind your back and expertly unclipped your bra. It shocked you a bit on how skilled he had done it, George had mentioned before that he was a virgin, while Fred was not. You slightly pulled away from George to take off your bra.

Once your bra was off you quickly turned back to George, putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for another kiss. While you were kissing George, Fred’s hand slipped under your skirt, softly teasing your cilt while sucking on your sensitive tit. You pulled away from George to moan out into the air, pulling your hands away from George and going to Fred’s hair. You pulled Fred up by his hair and began to makeout with you.

While you were busy with Fred, George sunk to his knees and lifted up your skirt, pushing you panties to the side revealing your wet cunt. George didn’t take long to admire it before diving his mouth straight in. You pulled away from Fred and let out a small scream of George’s name, a hand going to his fiery hair between your legs. His tongue worked wonders, licking, sucking, and slurping up your juices quickly. Fred’s lips went to your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure, letting out moans of both their names. “Oh Merlin Freddie, holy shit Georgie, feels so fucking good.” You couldn’t help but start to grind your pussy against George’s lips, getting closer and closer to climax. “I’m gonna cum, gonna cum on that pretty face of yours Georgie, you want that? You want me to cum on that pretty face?” You looked down at George, Fred’s lips still attached to your neck, George began to nod vigorously. His nodding pushed you over the edge, you shoved his face closer, locking your legs around his head. Fred pulled away from your neck and rubbed your tits, you threw your head back letting out very loud screams.

“So Georgie, since this is your first time, you should go first. I’ll let you ruin our pretty pussy. Does that sound good, pretty girl?” Fred moved to sit behind you, whispering the last part quietly in your ear. You nodded your head, eyes glued to George who was pulling his pants and boxers down. His big cock hit his stomach when he fully pulled his boxers off, he lightly stroked himself, hissing at the pleasure he received from the simple action. You spread your legs open for him, ready to take him fully. George leaned down and rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you both moan at the slight touch.  

George pushed himself into you slowly, slightly shaking while doing so. He let out soft moans, the feeling of you clenching and unclenching felt heavenly around him. “Please George, go faster please.” You were never one to beg, but when it came to the twins, you would happily beg for their cocks. Fred was behind you, watching your face and playing with your tits. Fred was definitely a tits man while George was a thigh man. George gripped them harshly while pounding into you, making you throw your head back against Fred’s chest and happily scream George’s name.

“George, ‘m gonna cum, gonna fucking cum.” George sped up even more when the words came out of your mouth. Your back arched and you let out a throat ripping scream. You felt as though you had lost your vision for a moment, feeling nothing but sleepiness take over, panting heavily. “Baby, baby! You just squirted!” You could hear Fred’s voice pull you out of the peaceful state. You lightly lifted your head to look down. The area under you was completely soaked. You laughed lightly and rested your head back down on Fred’s chest, too tired for another round.

“Oh darling, did my cock tire you out?” George laughed, his ego was definitely boasted. Fred laughed behind you, making you lightly bounce on his chest. Fred gently pulled you down, making you lay down with him, pulling you to his chest and then snuggling into your shoulder. George put on a pair of boxers before climbing in with you, resting his head on your chest. “Goodnight boys, and don’t worry Fred, you’ll get your turn tomorrow.”

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It has been a very long time since I have been active on Tumblr! :O And as you guys can probably see, then you can see that I have decided to change my name from thebillskarsgaardblog to multimagicalfandom iinstead. I just got bored to post only about Bill (don't worry I still love him very much) but I would to love to post about other people and characters from movies tv and others. So yeah, hope you guys would love its as well, as you guys did with thebillskarsgaardblog <3

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Fav quotes - Part 3

"Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies."

-Fred and George, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“hello?” | f.w. | oneshot ☎️

pairing: fred weasley x non gender specific! reader

summary: modern au! what happens when you mix heavy drinking while you dial your best friend-who you’ve had a thing for fucking ages?

a drunk confession of love, of course.

warnings: swearing, mentions of heavy drinking (please drink safely & responsibly)

A/N: began writing this the morning after i drunk dialled my co-worker 😀

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You laid in your room, your focus drifting to and from the tv, where you watched some cheesy rom-com- that you don’t even remember putting on.

Your nightstand table is littered with multiple half-empty bottles of alcohol and used shot glasses.

An occasional snack wrapper littered on the floor along with an empty bag of chips; your phone across your bed, the tv being the only source of light in the dark room.

Your mind was hazy, and you could hear your heart beat in your ears- if you lied completely still.

This was supposed to be a happy occasion- celebrating, your admittance into your dream college- but all you can think about is who you wish you could be sharing this moment with.

Freddie.

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tired eyes are the death of me // f.w.

summary: a quiet night in the common room between fred and reader

warnings: none

word count: 2k

a/n: SUPER fluffy, basically no plot just fluff. was hesitant to post this so let me know if you guys liked it!! Working on a bigger fic that should be up soon! love u :)

Fred, George, and Lee found themselves racing into the Gryffindor common room at top speed with panting breaths and silenced laughs. It was a few nights before the holidays and they had just set off an exploding Christmas present in Professor Umbridge’s office.

It was late at night, the best time for a prank as extreme as sneaking into Umbridge’s office, which allowed them a clear path through the hallways as most students were already tucked into bed at this point. They were not expecting any Gryffindors to be awake in the common room, which is why they did not hold back in releasing their loud laughter.

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cosmic destiny

request from nonnie!! “Hello! I love your writing, I was wondering i could request something for Fred. Maybe a soulmate AU like matching tattoos or you can see how in danger tour soulmate is with a meter or Hanahaki situation? I love your writing sooo much!”

pairing: fred x reader

word count: 4.5k OOPS

A/N: hi love! SUPER CUTE PROMPT, i adore soulmate aus. so i actually did a fred soulmate au with tattoos which you can find here so i figured i’d do something different for this prompt, hope you still enjoy :) also, wtf, i feel like my writing sucks here, soooo feedback, reblogs, comments, anything please? gah ty

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When Fred Weasley heard all of the girls talking animatedly and breathlessly at the welcome feast about the prospect of finding their soulmates this year, and taking turns eyeing him up and down as if they were certain he was theirs, he couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat – his brother, George, elbowed him gently in the ribs, laughing at his twin’s skittishness.

Fred just sighed. The entire Great Hall was erupting with whispers and wandering eyes and annoying giggles. Each and every fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh year were hungrily searching for, and awaiting, their soulmate, for they would find them before the end of the school year. Or, at least, that’s what the Weasleys had told the twins.

He pretended not to care, he really did – when his older brothers started chatting him and George up at the Burrow this past summer, and as Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione listened with amazement, Fred had sealed his lips without giving anyone a word. The others had just laughed, keen on taking advantage of this very quiet Fred.

Fred just stayed as quiet as he could. Because everyone knew how he felt.

The problem was, as much as he tried to hide his feelings about the whole prospect, Fred certainly cared. Actually, Fred seemed to care all too much.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to find his soulmate – he wanted that more than anything. But if he was being honest, he was terrified.

Terrified of finding the woman he’d spend his life with. Terrified if it turned out to be someone he didn’t expect. Terrified, he knew, if it ended up being someone other than you.

Fred had always been a confident bloke, there was no denying that, but when Mrs. Weasley had pulled him into a bone crushing hug on Platform Nine and Three Quarters before they’d departed for school and squealed, “Oh, Freddie! Do bring her home for Christmas, yes? I’ll have to knit her a sweater!” Fred suddenly felt very pressured to bring home a nice girl. Not that he could help it, really. It wasn’t exactly up to him as to when this year his soulmate would appear, or who his soulmate would be. But he could hope. Maybe he could even will it into existence, if he tried hard enough. He swallowed his feelings and boarded the Hogwarts Express, ignoring the fact that seventh years specifically were supposedly going to find their soulmates before the holidays.

He’d always fancied you, and he always thought he made it rather obvious, actually. His flirting was top tier, his compliments heartfelt and consistent – blimey, you two had even danced the entire night away at the Yule Ball, flushed and giddy from the Butterbeer and dazzling Christmas decorations that illuminated the Great Hall. And yet, the two of you were still not together. Not technically, anyway.

Not for lack of trying on his part, though. How many times had it been that he’d done some over-the-top prank and landed himself in another detention, just to impress you? How many times had he asked you to take a stroll in Hogsmeade? Bloody hell, to have tea at Madam Puddifoot’s? More times than he could count, embarrassingly.

It’s not that you didn’t like him. He was your best mate. What wasn’t to like? That adorable, disheveled ginger hair of his, the constellation of freckles sprinkled across his nose, the very obvious way he could always make you laugh with the nonsense he’d get himself into, the way his face would split into a bright smile at the sight of you – there really wasn’t anything to dislike, if you were being honest. On the flipside though, there was the whole possibility of ruining the friendship thing, and also the finding your true soulmate thing. There were too many contributing factors, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend. And besides, there was no way that Fred Weasley was your soulmate.

Little did you know, he had a plan to prove that you were.

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Push The Button [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1509

Requested?: Yes (kinda?)/No

Summary: Fred doesn’t seem to catching all your hints that you like him… maybe you need to be a lil more obvious. Or maybe he has noticed and likes you too. [Based on ‘Push The Button’ by The Sugababes!]

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A/n: dedicated to my bby zahra @starlightweasley - hope you enjoy lovely!! ❤️❤️

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“Don’t you look handsome,” you spoke, arriving by Fred’s side as he looked out on the Yule Ball. He turned at the sound of your voice, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he looked you up and down, “Don’t you look gorgeous.”

You looked down to hide your flustered expression, smoothing out your dress - red, a colour you knew for a fact he liked on you.

As you glanced back up at him, his gaze was already on you, his bottom lip between his teeth. You reached up to straighten his tie, your face close to his as you kept your eyes on him, a small but confident smile on your lips. You then ran your hands down his chest, feeling the way he tensed under your touch. His hands dropped to your hips, squeezing gently, “Enjoying the ball?”

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charmingly loyal (f.w.)

💌: even when fred’s pissed drunk, he remembers he has you as his partner… only thing is that he forgets that it’s you right in front of him. 📝word count: 1,054 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸adorable fluff 💬: inspired by this post! 

[mentions of drinking, being pissed drunk, fred being an adorable dork]

if there’s something fred loves more than his life (you) and pranks, it’s parties. it doesn’t matter what kind of party, he just loves it. embodies it. truly treasures every single one of it even though the next day he might complain how shit it was. if he wasn’t at the party, he is the party. his energy and aura was contagious, spread like wildfire with nothing but positivity and good vibes. it’s like he channeled being able to fuel anyone’s confidence, including his own. so when you pair that together with the people he knows he’ll grow old with until the ends of time, they’re in it for the time of their lives.

usually that meant no limit to how much he drinks until he’s absolutely plastered. that was proven to be a fact when he stumbles into your shared apartment… and he can’t recognize you as his own girlfriend.

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cherry blossom

Pairing: fred weasley x gryffindor!reader

Summary: fred and bestfriend!reader finally figure out their feelings for one another, and someone decides it’s time to act on them

Word Count: 2.8k +

Warnings: maybe some cursing

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Fred was most definitely a flirt. You knew that, George knew that, hell, your entire year knew that. Still, that knowledge didn’t take away from the fact that you got butterflies every time it happened.

You had been friends with the Weasley twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts. It was actually George and you who became fast friends, then you warmed up to Fred and his more outgoing nature. 

In that time, it’s safe to say you harbored a bit of a crush on the older twin. Sometimes with all the flirting you two do, you even consider that he may feel the same way back towards you. Most times you brush it off for a more realistic idea that he’s just a natural flirt, which he is.

“Y/n!” George shouted from across the great hall. He and Fred excitedly waved you over to them. 

You chuckled, and brought your dinner over to where they sat. Fred moved over a seat, and patted the spot between him and his brother. 

“You know I would have made my way over here eventually, right?” You teased as you sat down. “You can never get rid of me.” You lightly bumped shoulders with the twins as they chuckled. 

“Thank Godric for that,” Fred sighed, “who else would do my potions homework for me.” He smirked at you and shoveled a piece of toast into his mouth.

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brainwashed [Fred Weasley x reader]

tags: fluff, confessions, first kiss, reader-insert

word count: 1.5k

summary: Fred thinks you like George. Technically, you told him so. Though, technically, it’s a lie.

Brainwashed. You must have been brainwashed because you were in love with Fred Weasley.

You must be crazy, or delusional, or imperiused, or perhaps poisoned. He had beguiled himself to you.

You were as opposed to your infatuation as you were opposed to many things - like murder. And torture.

And infatuated you were. Your eyes sought him out everywhere you went. He was lovely, truly, with gorgeous brown eyes and a charming face, a quirky and honest smile. On top of all this, you loved how free he looked. Incredibly free, as though nothing could ever hold him back.

You loved him. He was going to kill you.

You picked at the roast dinner on your plate. Your appetite had dissipated the moment you'd realised you were in love with him and it had yet to return. It'd been 3 weeks.

You sighed mournfully, holding your face in your hand.

"Are you finished? We're going back to the common room," one of your friends asked.

"No, I should probably finish this, you guys go ahead."

Your friends smiled and bid you goodbye. Goodness, you wished you could stomach something, anything at all, but the only thing you'd managed in days was crackers and you'd already eaten the ones your dad had sent via owl.

Oh, how you craved a sleeve of saltines.

You poked again at the roast potatoes and gravy on your plate and frowned. Maybe you'd be better off skipping it for today anyway. Surely throwing up used more energy than what would've been gained.

You looked intensely at the grain of the table. You willed yourself to shake it off, move on with your life.

But you were in love.

Your eyes flitted to him again. He was sitting a few feet away with his brother and your friend, Lee Jordan.

You'd known Lee through your shared passion for gobstones, you'd even paired together for team matches in second and third year. Since then you'd remained friendly, often playing together when no one else was willing. A dangerous game, gobstones.

To your great misfortune, George had noticed your staring. You looked away quickly, the tops of your ears warming red. This was hardly the first time you'd been caught staring at Fred this year. Hell, this week.

You stabbed the tines of your fork into an ugly looking sprout, tempted to eat it just to look as though you couldn't possibly have been spying.

"You don't have to look so sickened, it's only a sprout," he said.

You gazed up at him pleadingly.

Fred gifted you an easy smile, sliding into the seat opposite you. His robes were ragtag and scruffy, his shirt untucked. The only thing straight was his tie, though it seemed a few good shakes from falling off.

You floundered for something to say.

"Not hungry?" he asked kindly. You looked down at your plate.

"Oh - no, not really. I'm actually feeling a bit sick."

"Yes, I'd say so. You're as green as the sprouts."

You laughed. His smile curved wider.

"So, Y/N, Lee has a theory. I've come to see if he's right, and win a few galleons, of course."

"Right," you said nervously.

Fred knocked his hand on the table. His lovely, lovely hand.

"Right," he agreed, "So, the theory. Well, please don't feel disrespected by this, it's purely theoretical, though if you do, that's alright too. I'm sure Georgie will be very flattered, as you're a stunning piece of work, though he's very happily embedded into the sides of Angelina Johnson."

"Okay," you cut him off, confused. "So, the theory?"

"Well, you fancy George, don't you?"

It took you a few seconds to catch up. "Fancy - I fancy George?" you asked, or you thought you asked. It came out flat and strangled.

Fred clicked his fingers and clambered to his feet. "Damn. I owe Lee a few quid after that one! Funny thing, I thought you fancied me. Well, see you around doll."

You were up and out of the hall before you could witness what you'd created.

-

You spent that night crying. It was more of a stress cry than a sad cry, no gasping sobs or heavy breathing, though you felt a bit light-headed when it was over.

The tears started in the shower and never quite stopped. At breakfast, you were careful to bite your lip and look up at the lights whenever you felt it coming on again.

Your eyes were puffy all through classes. Your friends shot you sneaky glances through the day. One of the guys from Hufflepuff in your charms class asked you how you were and offered you a biscuit.

It was a disaster.

You kept waiting for George to come up to you. It could go one of four ways.

1. George approaches you. Tells you that's he's flattered but definitely dating someone.

2. George approaches you. Tells you he finds your attention uncomfortable, and that he hopes you can control yourself.

3. George approaches you. Tells you he loves you too. Angelina murders you in the Gryffindor common room.

4. George approaches you. You cut him off and tell him the truth. He tells his brother. You never leave your room again.

You sighed.

Well, maybe you'd lived a nice life.

You were dismissed from lessons earlier than usual. You gathered your things in a rush and practically flew through the door, trying to turn as many corners as you could before the inevitable panic began.

"Y/L/N!"

Shit. You blanched, spinning on your hell.

"Heeeeeeyyy, George, how are you?

"I'm good. Yourself?"

"Oh, I'm fab, thanks."

"Right... so listen. I just wanted to say, I'm flattered that you fancy me, but I'm deeply in love with my girlfriend, and-"

"It's Fred. I fancy Fred."

George squinted at her, mouth still open mid-word. "But, you told Fred you liked me."

You wrung your hands together. "Yes, well. I was nervous, and I wasn't really expecting him to ask me, and-"

George laughed suddenly and loudly, startling you.

"This is brilliant. Ha! Oh my Godric." He reached forward and patted you on the shoulder. "You could've picked worse. He's very handsome; I'm sure you'll have lovely babies." He wiped a finger under his eye as though catching a falling tear.

Then he turned and began to sprint.

"I- George!" you yelped.

"Sorry!!" he shouted over his shoulder, "Twin code of honesty!"

"Twin code of being a tattletale," you said to yourself. "Twin code of ruining my life. Twin code of being absolute wankers.”

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You were reading in a secluded section of the library when he finally found you.

"Weasley, I know you aren't of the habit, but please leave me to die shamefully of embarrassment unaccompanied."

Fred sat on the table next to your book, looking down at you.

"You told me you liked George."

"Technically, I didn't."

"You said, 'I like George', what is technical about that?"

You floundered. Closed the book and marked your page and tried not to look at him.

You failed. "Okay," you admitted, "I did say that. But I meant it more like... 'I like George?'. With a question mark. You know."

He didn't reply, though his gaze was intense.

"Like, 'I like George?'" You exaggerated your questioning tone this time.

He still didn't answer, lips pressed together tightly.

"Like-"

"If you tell me you fancy my brother one more time, I'm going to kiss you."

"You are?"

"Y/N."

"I like-"

Fred cut you off, covering your mouth with his hand. You looked up at him dolefully.

"It's almost like you want me to."

"I don't?" you asked against his hand.

"Well, can I?"

"Can you?

"You're impossible."

"Yes, you can kiss me."

He grinned, your face in his hand.

He leaned down. The air was warm between you and warmer when your lips met. He tasted like caramel.

You fed into it, pushing your hands up onto his neck and in his hair. He responded in turn, deepening the kiss with a familiarity you tried not to think of.

You wanted to be so close in that moment you pushed yourself up. The chair you sat on tumbled backwards, startling you both.

Fred only laughed, wiping the wetness from your lips.

He would kill you. You just knew it.

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Harry Potter preferences...

How you meet:

(Wattpad saw these first. I hope you all enjoy.)

Harry:

Regular P.O.V:

You and your best mate Hermione are walking through the Hogwarts Express trying to help your new friend Neville find his toad but you didn't seem to be having much luck, you come to a stop at a compartment with two boys, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." "No." The ginger boy says. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see them." Hermione loves seeing someone do magic.

Your P.O.V:

But right now I just feel completely awkward standing here, I really wish she'd hurry up. "Aghhhemm. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" I couldn't help but let out a slight giggle, there is no way that's a proper spell and judging by the fact the rat didn't change colour I can tell I'm right. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example..." Hermione goes over and sits across from the young boy with glasses. She points her wand at his glasses and his tenses, he looks a little frightened, blesses him. "Oculus Reparo." The glasses, which noseband is battered, are repaired. The boy takes them off, amazed. "That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)...and you are...?" I give a small wave and they wave back, Now that I too realise he is Harry Potter, I become a little shy. The ginger boy speaks with a full mouth. "I'm...Ron Weasley." Hermione is a little grossed out that he speaks with a full mouth and frankly so am I. "Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She says and gets up and leaves then come back and look at Ron. "You've got dirt, on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there." She points to where the dirt is and I can't help but giggle, Ron scratches his nose, embarrassed. "Bye, guys pleasure to meet you," I say walking away smiling and continuing to help find Neville's toad.

Ron:

Your P.O.V:

It's my first year at Hogwarts and I'm standing in the front waiting to be sorted into a house, I can't help but feel nervous I really hope I get into Slytherin, If I don't my parents will more than likely disown me. "(Y/N) Malfoy" Professor McGonagall shouts. I make my way to the front and all I can do is hope I'm in Slytherin. I look at my older brother by a year Draco and he looks back at me hoping the same as I. "Gryffindor." The sorting hat shouts, I'm not disappointed but I feel ashamed and like my family are going to do nothing but resent me for this, I make my way to the Gryffindor table and sit next to a ginger boy who I assume is a Weasley. "Hi, I'm Ron... Ron Weasley." I guess he was so busy stuffing his face he didn't hear my name being called, hmm oh well. "(Y/N)... (Y/N) Malfoy" I say feeling a little sad. "You're a Malfoy??? I'm guessing that's why you don't look too happy about being in Gryffindor." Ron says, and he's right I'm not happy, not happy at all. "Yeah, but I'll get used to it," I say wishing that I do get used to it because from now on this is more than likely the place I'll be spending my days every holiday.

Draco:

Regular P.O.V:

You've known Draco since you were ten, you had moved to his neighboured just before your tenth birthday and your mother was throwing you a party which was more for her than you honestly. When the party day arrived you stayed downstairs for about half an hour and made your way back to your room. About an hour later a young blonde haired boy had made his way into your room, he hadn't noticed you at first, that was until you spoke. "Ahem, may I ask why you're in my room?" He turned around shocked, and you couldn't help but let out a slight giggle. "I-I..." "Let me guess hiding from everyone?" and he nodded...

Your P.O.V:

"Thought so, me too... I'm (Y/N)... (Y/N/) (Y/L/N)." I smiled at him, he looked so peculiar with his bright blonde hair. "Draco... Draco Malfoy... And wait isn't this your party? How come you're not down stair with everyone else?" I couldn't help but laugh at him, he was confused as to why I was laughing though. "You sure do ask a lot of questions. And yes this is supposed to be my party but my mother is more bothered about herself than me so I left and decided to leave her to do whatever it is she wanted. Anyway, there's a spare bedroom down the hall, second door on your right if you want to hide there." I said smiling at him. "Thank you, (Y/N)... You're a real hero." I couldn't help but aww and laugh at the same time, and I couldn't help but think that I and he would be great friends no matter what.

Neville:

Your P.O.V:

I made my way through the Hogwarts Express finding my way into an empty compartment. Not too long after a young boy about my age stepped into my compartment. "H-H-Hi, h-have yous-seen a tt-toad by a-any c-chance? I lost m-mine." I couldn't help but think how adorable he was and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was stuttering. "No, I'm sorry I haven't sorry... But I can help you look if you like?" I smiled nicely at him. "O-oh yes please, tt-that would be great. T-thank y-you. I-I'm Neville Longbottom by the w-w-way." He beamed at me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Pleasure to meet you." I shook his hand politely, and we went on our way to find his toad.

Seamus:

Your P.O.V:

I have just arrived at Hogwarts and I'm now waiting at the steps for Professor McGonagall to return. All of a sudden a young blonde boy starts speaking, "It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." And the students start whispering among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle" He nods to his dimwitted sidekicks "and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." The ginger boy snickers at his name. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. We'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." And he extends his hand towards who I assume is Harry Potter. "How about you leave them alone Draco," I say making my way through the crowd. "And who are you?" He asks me quite rudely. "Why would I tell you? You're nothing but an arrogant fool, and honestly, I think Harry is able to pick his own friends unlike you... I have a feeling Daddy paid for them to be your friends." All the students start whispering again, they're all shocked at the fact that I spoke my mind and insulted a Malfoy. "My father will hear about this." I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh please do tell, I'd love to give him a piece of my mind too, for raising his kid to be nothing but a complete imbecile." He walked away with a face full of anger and to be honest that just made my day, I then made my way back to another end of the crowd. Suddenly, a boy with short brown hair came to me. "I can't believe you spoke to Malfoy like that, you're pretty fearless aren't ya." He spoke with a strong Irish accent. "Well I don't back down from someone who's so stupid and thinks he can make fun of anybody and get away with it, it's not something I'll tolerate." I grinned at him as I said that. "I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnigan... May I ask your name?" "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you." I smiled holding out my hand for him to shake, and he gladly obliged.

Fred:

Regular P.O.V

You've been at Hogwarts for a month now and today you were heading to detention which you received because a girl next to you was talking and when Professor McGonagall turned round to check who it was the girl blamed it on you, which you weren't very pleased about and you swore to get her back with an amazing prank. But for now detention had to come first, you reached the class and saw your aunt mima stood at the front of the class and a pair of twins sat at the front desk.

Your P.O.V

"Hello Aunt Mima, sorry I'm late... What do I have to do?" I say as nicely as I can because right now I really don't feel like being here. "Well, sweetheart you'll writing lines, now boys be nice to (Y/N) while I'm gone." And away she walked. "So Professor McGonagall is your Aunt?" One of the twins spoke. "Yep," I said not really engaged in the conversation. "What're you in detention for then?" Again with another question I thought. "Because a girl was talking in class, and she blamed it on me. But she's going to regret it trust, imma get her back big time." I said rather confidently. "Oooh I like the sound of that, what're ya planning on doing, pulling a prank?" he said rather intrigued in what I had just said and his brother seemed rather intrigued too because he turned to look at me, and watching me waiting for me to reply. "You sure do ask a lot of questions... And yes a prank, how else?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Fair point, I'm Fred by the way, Fred Weasley... And this is George, George Weasley." Really... I think to myself, really. "George, A Weasley... I never would have thought... It's not that you too like a like or anything... I'm (Y/N) McGonagall, nice meeting ya Fred and George." After that, we all just burst out laughing. This was the making of a beautiful friendship.

George:

Regular P.O.V:

You're a year younger than George and didn't really meet him until you tried out for Quidditch, you loved playing ever since you were a kid. You made the team and you met George at your first practice, you were sat mocking everyone because they were being so boring and you just wanted to have fun. Suddenly a ginger boy who looks about a year older sat next to you.

Your P.O.V:

"What are you doing?" He asked. "Mocking everyone, isn't it obvious?" I couldn't help but giggle ever so slightly. "No, haha I mean why? Are you bored or something?" I couldn't help but smile that he finally figured it out, especially since it's a little obvious I'm bored haha. "Yes it's because I'm bored, this game is supposed to be fun and this whole thing has been a complete drag, we've been here twenty minutes and we haven't even started yet... Oh, excuse me for not introducing myself. I'm (Y/N) Lovegood. You are?" I asked wondering who this stranger could be, I've seen him around I just don't know his name. "George Weasley, and to be honest I'm bored too so let's mock people together." I laughed so hard at the fact that he wanted to mock people along with me. After I finished laughing I wiped away the tears that had formed from me laughing so hard. “Ok then." I agreed and we started to mock people and it was so much funnier and better now that I had someone doing it along with me. I couldn't help but feel really happy when I'm around him, I think I've officially found myself a new best friend.

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Harry Potter preferences...

Your BFFs:

Harry:

Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom

Ron:

Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley

Draco:

George and Fred Weasley

Neville:

Seamus Finnigan and Cho Chang

Seamus:

Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley

Fred:

Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory

George:

Oliver Wood and Pansy Parkinson

Harry Potter preferences...

Nicknames:

Harry:

For him; Honey

To annoy him; Snookums... He thinks it's just weird and he just doesn't like it.

For you; HoneyBear... He's always called you this and in return you call him Honey because he's the Honey to your HoneyBear

To annoy you; Ducky... You have no idea why he calls you this but it really annoys you and you don't like being called it.

Ron:

For him; Romeo... Because he's sweet and you know he'll do anything to protect you

To annoy him; Spider... Because you know how much he hates spiders and just him hearing the name he get's scared which you find adorable but he doesn't like you for it but he get's over it.

For you; Juliet... Because you're the Juliet to his Romeo and It also goes because of the fact that you're from completely different families and neither of them agree with your relationship but you don't care what they think

To annoy you; Clown... He calls you this because you like to experiment with makeup and he thinks you put too much on, he also calls you it because he knows how much you're scared of clowns and he calls it payback for calling him spider.

Draco:

For him; Prince... you call him this because he's the prince of slytherin and he's a real prince towards you, which people don't expect from him at all.

To annoy him; Dracy Poo.. You call him this because you know how much he hates that name... You always do it in a Pansy voice as well which causes him to scrunch his nose up in disgust which you find cute but funny at the same time.

For you; Kitten... He calls you this because he thinks you have the most sweetest and bubbliest personalities ever just like a kitten, he also calls you this because he thinks you're just as adorable as a kitten and he likes the fact that you're all his.

To annoy you; Pickle... Which you hate and he finds you so cute when he calls you it and you look at him in disgust... You think pickles are disgusting and you just hate the name just as much.

Neville:

For him; Sweetcheek... you call him this because he's the sweetest guy you have ever met and he has the most adorable chubby cheeks and you called him sweetcheeks once and it just stuck.

To annoy him; you don't have a name to annoy him with because you just don't see the point in them.

For you; Buttercup... he just randomly called you this and it just stuck, he never really tried to call you anything else because he liked this one since the moment he called you it.

To annoy you; same as his he doesn't see the point in it so he just doesn't.

Seamus:

For him; Stud muffin... which you call him because you think he's a really stud and you love muffins just as much as you love him so you thought it was a good nickname for him.

To annoy him; Bomber... You call him this because he has a thing for blowing things up which you find cute but he gets really vexed when you call him bomber because he knows you're taking the micky out of him and he doesn't like it when you do.

For you; Cupcake... He calls you this because nearly every time he see's you, you're eating some sort of cake and he thinks the nickname really suits you.

To annoy you; he can't really think of a name to annoy you but he's trying so hard to find one because he wants to annoy just as much as he annoys you.

Fred:

For him; Future Husband/Handsome... You've always called him this because you've always been great friends and you love to call him it especially in front of Angelina Johnson because you know how much it annoys her.

To annoy him; BFG (big friendly giant)... You call him this because he is so tall compared to you and you hate it... but not as much as he hates you calling him bfg.

For you; Future Wife/Gorgeous... He calls you this all the time and it doesn't matter if it's in front of no one or in front of a thousand people he'll still call you it.

To annoy you; Munchkin... he calls you this because you're so much smaller than him and he loves your annoyed face that you get when he says it because you hate being called anything related to being small.

George:

For him; Superman... You started calling him this after you were knocked off your broom and he swooped down to catch you and you've always felt like he'll be there to catch you when you fall and to you superman was the most perfect fit for him.

To annoy him; The failure of pranks... He acts all offended every time you say it which you find so cute so you say it a lot which caused him to start getting annoyed by it but he doesn't really understand why you always say.

For you; Lois Lane... He calls you this right after you call him superman, he says if he's superman then you're the Lois Lane to his superman.

To annoy you; Teachers Pet... he calls you this because you're McGonagall's niece and he loves how annoyed you get when he says it, he also loves that every time he calls you it you start pulling pranks on all the teachers.