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Sacred 28: part 1; part 2

Harry Potter characters as subjects pt.1

Harry Potter: Sports management / Army (would he go tho cause he didnt go back o school)

Hermione Granger: Law ( honestly can do anything (maybe take after her parents and become a dentist but i really dont think so ))

Ron Weasley: Culinary Arts (Again tho , would he go?)

Severus Snape: Chemistry /Neuroscience

Albus Dumbledore: Philosophy /History ?/Archeology . (I see him becoming someone like Indiana Jones tho)

Minerva McGonagall: STEM ( fight me )

Rubeus Hagrid: zoology

Draco Malfoy: Law /Political Science (my father is THE MAN )

Neville Longbottom: Botany

Luna Lovegood: Environmental science (but she runs a crystal ?/astrology workshop)

Ginny Weasley : Sports management (is pursuing a sport )

Fred and George Weasley - Entrepreneurship

where are all the mexican girls that love harry potter bc why do i see no ron, theo or fred x mexican reader! ¡chicas! ¿dónde estás? 🙁🙁

gryffindor characters modern! AU

according to me….

description: silly modern! AU head canons of the main gryffindor characters :)

pairing: harry, ron, fred, george, ginny and hermione x reader

contains: mentions of substances, alcohol and weed. mentions sexual acts (i think…)

|an: bored and decided i’d made something a little silly. literally just my thoughts lolll don’t take this too seriously

modern AU! harry potter who…

— definitely has a flip phone and refuses to be on any form of social media bc he thinks it’s awful for you

— i think being around his friends who do have social media would give him the spiel on most things tho

— oh he loveeesss house of dragon omg

— only listens to 70s 80s 90s music and some jazz tbh

— i feel like he’s just very old fashioned and he’s happy that way

— such a loving and caring bf since he’s hardly ever even touched the internet he’s pure lol

— def a lil goofball he’d say a little slang term the twins taught him and repeat it back to you…”harry who taught you that…”

— don’t ask him to do no substances i think he’d be kinda against them..not a smoker…occasional drinker.

modern AU! ron weasley who…

— is a stoner! thru and thru. i think he’s a bong rip typa fellow but a blunt or a joint would do it too. doesn’t strike me as a cart of eddie guy.

— big female rap supporter imo…def into latto and maybe dabbles into some meg that’s his girlll lol

— definitely a twea/seltzer guy oml cannot take shots is my hc

— heavy on the lowk himbo boyfriend

— not stupid at all but not super street smart i fear, more of a book smart type of guy.

— super cute and adorable bf overall, he’s a big boy. for sure.

—armmmmssss…. gymrat imo he loves to blow off steam at the gym

—i feel like isn’t a social media person as well…has an insta but doesn’t post on it nor have a lot of followers..no tiktok maybe twitter

—luv him but he was def on drakes side of the beef…definitely a champagne papi

—kinda a video game nerd imo but he’s definitely into the sports ones like FIFA

— buys you n him the crumbl cookie lineup every week and you review them tg in the car pretending to be those tiktok crumbl reviewers😭🫶 (he’s so cute)

modern AU! hermione granger who…

— is 100% on booktok

— do not ask her about the summer i turned pretty or bridgerton unless you wanna listen to her talk for hours.

— don’t play with her and noah kahan…

—or taylor swift

— or chappell roan..

—she’ll have a cute little mixed drink or perhaps a seltzer but do not give this girl no shots she don’t want none!

— her and colleen hoover….

— brings her digital camera everywhere and is most def the camera girl friend….”hermione pls send me the pics from last night”

modern AU! ginny weasley who...

— does not play about female wnba players at all.

— don’t even mention paige bueckers…that’s her girl.

— is a party animal just like her brother.

— loves her chappell roan too.

— always on social media u cannot get this girl off her phone. she’s like an ipad kid u couldn’t rip it out of her cold head hands.

— such a good girlfriend, definitely so protective over her s/o, especially on social media.

— “ginny why’d you respond to every comment under my post complimenting me with ‘& she/he mine..so’…”

modern AU! fred weasley who…

— definitely asks u “english or spanish?”

—definitely goes to too many parties…like at a function every weekend he loves the party scene.

—treats his girl RIGHTT i would compare the relationship to don toliver and kali uchis, flowers all the time, handsy. posting/supporting his girl allll the time

—“i❤️mygf” typa fellow, all his posts on socials are her! all his stories, his highlights and his posts.

— also a weed demon, doesn’t strike me as a beer or seltzer guy but ooooo that liqah….

— dress to impress demon. his gf definitely got him to play it and he got hooked and now he’s a fashion maven.

modern AU! george weasley who…

— is every girls dream man…im talking flowers, boo baskets, burr baskets, easter baskets, omg you say the word and he’s massaging your feet and feeding you grapes.

— always posting his girl just like his brother she’s on his absolutely everything and he has a highlight for her.

— type of guy to post those tiktoks of his girl on his account appreciating her all the time and the comments are like “omg on his account too!” and it’s so cute and adorable.

—isn’t much of a party guy like his brother…will go to a few but i feel like it’s not his thing at all and he’d rather be hanging out with friends instead of at a big function with strangers.

—literally the ken to your barbie and yes he took you to see the movie and yes he got into costume with you. and he did it happily.

— always hanging out with his girlfriend and wouldn’t want it any other way.

you know me

description: ron and reader being friends, they both know it looks so weird of them to be so touchy when they’re just friends but they both love the physical affection and connection they have…what’s so wrong with that?

paring: ron weasley x reader

contains: song fic, fluff, friendship, lowk fwb…except it’s just platonic lol. for now..

song: juna by clairo.

w.c: 974

|an: kinda a self indulgent fic but i hope you guys love it too! i love love love ron and ive had this idea for a while, part two is going to be smutty.

part one part two

come to me slowly

it's when you talk close enough

that is feel it on my skin

breathe it in

your best friend. that’s all he was really; at least that’s what you thought. there had always been a lingering feeling, a what-if that always crossed your mind, but that thought was always pushed back into the back of your head. you and ron were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

little did you know, he felt the same. you were one of the most important people in his life; he would put you up there with family. you both meant a great deal to each other. sure, there were some wishful thoughts, but no, he couldn’t as much as he wanted it. you were just friends, nothing more, nothing less.

most of these days

i don't get too intimate

why would i let you in?

but i think again

everybody knows, but you two—i mean, it’s obvious. anyone with a pair of working eyes could see that you and ron shared an inseparable type of love, more than that of just friends. you did everything together and spent all your time together. you eat right beside him, your shoulders always touching for every meal, laughing and making jokes. be never fails to walk you to all your classes. you study together, do your homework together, ditch classes together, spend hogsmeade trips together—everything.

you and ron were also no strangers to physical affection; after all, it’s the reason you met.

third-year care for magical creatures class, the day the two of you met. you’d always been a little scared of the mythical creatures that inhabited the wizarding world; they were untelling and unpredictable.

“isn’t he beautiful?” hagrid bellowed as buckbeak strutted forward from behind him, making an animalistic shriek and catching the piece of meat hagrid threw at him into his mouth. everyone stepped back in fear to avoid being anywhere close to the creature; you were especially terrified.

the second buckbeak shrieked, you gripped the arm of the person next you, who just so happened to be ron, of whom had never had a woman touch him like this before, until now.

bloody hell, he thought to himself, his cheeks reddening and his breath faltering. for some reason, your touch felt good to him. in fact, he didn’t want you to let go until you did.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry, im such a chicken sometimes i really-" You’d blabbered, face reddening until he interrupted you.

“It’s okay, really. bloody thing gave me a bit of a fright too.” he said it with a slight chuckle at the end, which tugged the corners of your mouth into a grin. from then on, you became inseparable.

i don't even try

i don't have to think

with you, there's no pretending

it’s been two, almost three years now, and you know each other inside and out. you were now seated in your favorite spot which just so happened to be the couch in front of the fireplace in the gryffindor common room; you’d spend a lot of time there with him. talking, laughing, studying…holding hands, cuddling...his arm draped along your shoulder as he listened to you complain about your recent potions assignment. which you two considered casual, everybody else didn’t.

“he’s practically on top of her! pay up already!” fred exclaimed in a hushed whisper to george as they peaked from behind the staircase at the couple.

to which george rolled his eyes, “yeah, but they always do this; it’s really nothing new. you know that.” fred had an annoyed expression now plastered on his face, silence telling as he continued to watch the scene in front of him unfold.

you know me, you know me

and i just might know you too

come to me ready

you two knew people thought it was weird, but for you guys, it was just comfort. It was providing a sense of security; you were just showing your love for each other! what’s so wrong with that? 

you’d blabbered on about how you were so sick of snape and his big dumb stupid assignments that you couldn’t stand any longer. ron was listening, of course he was listening. he always listened to you, but today he was more focused on you than your ranting. he was focused on the way your lips moved while you spoke, the beauty marks that detailed your face so delicately, the slope of your nose, the way your thick eyelashes fanned across your eyelids, and the way your eyebrows creased in frustration as you read out snape's rubric for his newest assignment. 

“i mean, it’s ridiculous! look at this, ron. he wants—“ you started, but were cut off by ron’s own statement.

“you really are beautiful, you know.” he didn’t even register what he said until the words escaped his lips, but he wasn’t scared, nor was he shy around you. he knew you. he knew the time was right; this was the moment he had been subconsciously waiting for. 

a slight blush crept on your cheeks as you smiled, cupped his right cheek with your hand, and gave him a kiss on the other. “thanks ron. you don’t look too bad yourself, you know.”

he laughed and unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders to give you a slight push, knowing it would get you going. 

“oh, you’re in for it now.” you’d stated, bringing your legs up from the couch and kneeling on the cushions below you to shove him with both hands, using all your might to knock him over. 

he hardly moved; despite your efforts, he let out an “oh, am i?" and nothing more before wrapping his arms around your waist and roughly laying you out on the couch, as he brought his hands up to begin tickling your sides. 

“oh! really?” you gasped, "you think i don’t have siblings too? don’t make me start kicking weasley,” you’d stated in between breaths. 

he stopped at once, raising his arms up in a defeated manner, “okay. okay. you win.” 

“that’s what I thought.” you’d said catching your breath. you didn’t realize it, but in this moment, ron was sure of something he never thought he would be so sure of in his life. 

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ginny weasley

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mattheo riddle

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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.

Unspoken Connection- George Weasley

Description: After leaving Hogwarts, (Y/N) and George Weasley develop a unique and deep friendship that soon turns into something more. One night, their feelings for each other push the boundaries of their relationship. Will they embrace the new dimension of their bond, or risk losing what they have?

Warning: Slow burn, friends-to-lovers, after war fic, grief, mentions of death, smut implied, major fluff.

Word count: 2588

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The power of appearance demanded immense willpower and concentration. It was a skill (Y/N) thought she would have mastered by now, after years of practice. Yet, standing in the middle of the desolate Diagon Alley, she realized there was still much work to be done when it came to controlling her thoughts.

Carrying her heels in hand, the young woman sighed with annoyance as she walked towards her shop. If she wasn’t able to get home due to distractions, she might as well spend the night where she worked daily, brooding and selling potions to all sorts of consumers. Softly glowing chandeliers illuminated the street where she dragged her feet, feeling the tiredness spreading throughout her body. Her vigilant eyes scanned every corner, ensuring her solitude and safety. She almost managed to ignore the big, flashy Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes stall just a few shops away from her own. However, a second glance shattered her attempt when she noticed the lingering light within the joke shop.

In any other moment, she would have continued walking and minding her business, just as she had planned. However, contrary to her intentions, (Y/N) found herself halting in her tracks and veering toward the entrance of the building. She attributed this deviation to perhaps the two or three drinks she had that night or an unexpected surge of curiosity. Nonetheless, she saw nothing wrong with ensuring everything was alright. It took merely a fleeting moment before she decided to continue on her way. But before she could take a step, she glimpsed a tall redhead navigating the aisles with a few items in hand. Her heart skipped a beat, an unwarranted nervousness suddenly washing over her.

She certainly didn’t want to appear nosy, though truthfully, she was. Hastily, she turned and began walking toward her intended destination once more. However, the same man spotted her through the window, detecting her presence immediately. George set down his things on the shelf and hurried to the door.

“(Y/N)?” Her feet froze, and she muttered under her breath as she turned toward him.

“Hey…”

“Hi…” He regarded her with a puzzled expression, noticing her attire and the shoes she carried in her hand. “Is everything okay? What are you doing out here so late?”

“Mhm…” (Y/N) smiled casually, sweeping a few strands of hair from her face with her free hand. “I’m headed to the shop. Just wanted to catch up on some work. You?”

“Stocking up the inventory.” His gaze lingered on her for a few more moments, now at ease knowing she was fine. “Special occasion today?”

“Yeah. Draco’s wedding.”

“That’s nice. You must have been the reason for some distraction.” George offered a cheeky smile, eliciting a similar response from her. “You look radiant today.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me walk you to the shop then. It’s not safe for you to be walking alone at this time of night.” He barely got the chance to take more than two steps before she interrupted him.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I’m okay. In fact, do you want an extra pair of hands? I can help if you want.” He raised an eyebrow, a puzzled but mocking look on his face.

“Didn’t you just say you were going to get on track with some work?” The girl’s eyes widened, almost feeling faint from self-shame.

“Right, yeah. I totally forgot about that. I should get going then.” George chuckled, rolling his eyes as he watched her turn away.

“Hey, I never said no! Come in. I wouldn’t mind having your company.” (Y/N) attempted to maintain her composure, ignoring him in an attempt to salvage whatever dignity she still had. Her resistance only prompted George to follow her, taking her hand and coaxing her into the shop. Before she could protest, he placed a couple of items in her hands, instructing her where to put them.

Despite having felt exhausted mere minutes ago, the girl began bustling around the shop, climbing and descending stairs, shifting boxes, and rearranging shelves, with George ensuring her dress didn’t catch on any edges. Since his brother’s passing, he preferred to spend his time alone. He found solace in working in silence, functioning better when he had no distractions. However, with (Y/N), it was different. He enjoyed, could almost say loved, having her around during everyday moments. They seemed to effortlessly understand each other’s needs and worked together seamlessly. Some might call it a natural fit, and to an extent, it was, but it was also the result of the considerable time they’d spent together, getting to know each other over the past few years.

After a while, (Y/N) settled on the first step of the stairs, sighing as the ache in her feet became increasingly noticeable. George glanced at her, abandoning his task to approach her.

“I think we’ve done enough for today.” He observed how her hands attempted to alleviate the discomfort. “Why don’t you come upstairs? I can grab some ice packs for that. I might have some medicinal balm too.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll fade soon. Besides, I should be leaving. You must be tired too.”

“Nonsense.” George extended his hand, which she accepted not long after, prompting her up. He led the way to the fourth floor, where the Weasley Twins had settled since opening their shop. Upon opening the door, he gestured for (Y/N) to take a seat while he retrieved the items he had offered. Once he returned, she thanked him and immediately used them for relief.

“Would you like something to drink? I can also rustle up some snacks. There must be something edible in that fridge.” Without awaiting her response, he headed to the kitchen, eliciting laughter from (Y/N) as she watched him from the sofa.

“Why are you even thinking about food? It’s like 2 in the morning.”

“What do you mean? This is the perfect time for a snack!” He peeked out of the fridge. “How about fried eggs and toast?”

“Sure.” (Y/N) shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

George took out the necessary ingredients, adding seasonings and miscellaneous items he found while cooking the eggs. After a few minutes, she decided to help, ensuring he didn’t burn the toast while he was engrossed in the other half of the meal. As everything neared completion, she grabbed the first two plates she found, while George rummaged through his cabinets for a bottle of wine.

“I’ll be back in a second.” (Y/N) nodded, engrossed in making the meal more presentable and finding two glasses for the wine. George took longer than expected, but when he returned, both burst into laughter as she noticed he was wearing a suit that seemed about four sizes too small for him.

“I figured since you look so elegant today, I had to play the part too. How do I look?” He did a careful turn, trying not to tear his pants or sleeves. “I wore this for the Formal Dance at Hogwarts. I think I still rock it.”

“You do.” She beamed, getting up and approaching him after fetching her wand. “It just needs some small adjustments.” With a flick of her wand, George’s suit transformed before their eyes, fitting him comfortably and perfectly. “That will do.” He smiled, glancing down at her. “You look very handsome. Good thing I don’t have to share this sight with anybody else.” His face reddened upon hearing that, laughing shyly as he offered his arm for her to take, leading the way to the kitchen where he offered her a glass of wine.

“Cheers.”

“What are we toasting to?” She inquired, mirroring his gesture.

“Whatever comes to mind. Doesn’t have to be anything big.” (Y/N) chuckled and clinked her glass with his as they began their meal, engaging in a conversation that constantly shifted from one topic to another.

“So, how was Malfoy’s wedding? Did you have fun?”

“I did. It’s actually the first time I’ve been to one.”

“Really?” He glanced at her, surprised, while (Y/N) took a sip of her wine.

“Yeah… You know, I’ve always heard about the beauty of being a part of something like that. But I never truly understood until now. It almost makes you want to experience it too.” He smiled lightly.

“Do you see yourself marrying someday?”

“I don’t know… Honestly, I’ve never envisioned it. But that could be a result of being raised to be comfortable in solitude. It’s not that I lacked love or anything. But, you know, we’ve talked about this before. I suppose that could change if it feels right with the right person at the right time. What about you?” George paused, contemplating his response, uncertain of the best way to answer.

“At some point, I did consider it. I’ve witnessed that type of compromise in my family my whole life. But I guess circumstances have changed. I’m just not sure if that will be part of my plans in the future.”

“Why not?” (Y/N) queried, curious about his perspective.

“Ever since Fred passed away, it doesn’t feel right. I don’t see the joy in experiencing things that my brother will never have the opportunity to experience too.”

“I never really got the chance to know Fred personally… But I feel that, above all else, he would have wanted you to find happiness in every aspect of your life. He’ll always be part of your life just by you existing and loving him as much as you do.” George glanced at her, a pause hanging in the air, before clearing the table.

" Ever since Fred passed away, it just doesn’t feel right. I don’t see the joy in experiencing things that my brother will never have the chance to experience."

" I never really got the chance to know Fred personally... But I feel that, above all else, he would have wanted you to find happiness in every aspect of your life. He’ll always be part of your life through you existing and loving him as much as you do." George glanced at her, a pause hanging in the air, before clearing the table.

" Maybe you’re right, but we’ll never know that now." (Y/N) chose to stay silent, understanding it was time to shift away from the topic. Instead, she got up to help clear the mess from cooking, despite his protests.

" You should stay here tonight." George’s statement confused (Y/N), prompting him to elaborate.

" You haven’t slept at all, we’ve had a couple of drinks, and I don’t think you’ll be able to get home safely."

" I’ll be fine. It’s one thing to visit for a while; it’s another to intrude on your personal space."

" It’s not intruding if I’m the one asking you to stay," he asserted firmly. " It’s settled. I’ll take the sofa tonight. I imagine you’ll want to change clothes. Let me find a towel and some clothes for you."

" George, wa—" Her words trailed off as he vanished and reappeared with the items.

" Here. The pants might be a bit big, but they should do the job."

" Thank you." (Y/N) accepted everything gratefully. " But you really don’t have to sleep on the sofa. I’ll be fine wherever."

" You can’t expect me to do otherwise, (Y/N). Go on, don’t worry." He nudged her playfully toward the bathroom, prompting her to follow his suggestion.

Once alone in the small space, she removed her accessories and let her hair down, reaching for her dress brooch to slide it down. However, during the process, the zipper got stuck, and despite several attempts to fix it, she made little progress. Frustrated, she tried lifting the dress up to remove it from the top, but that didn't work either. Growing more exasperated, she paused for a moment before doing something out of character.

“Hey, George,” her voice was raised slightly to get his attention. “Can you come here for a second?”

It didn’t take long for him to appear, knocking on the door with a look of confusion. When (Y/N) opened the door, he turned his eyes to the side to respect her privacy.

“Everything okay?”

“No, not really. My dress is stuck. Could you help me, please?”

“Uh, sure.” After fully opening the door, he took in the sight of her messy hair and the look of frustration on her face, as she held the dress in front of her. “Turn around.”

The girl did as told, sensing his hand brushing her hair away. George's large hands worked with the zipper for a moment before managing to fix it and unzip the rest of the dress, leaving her back completely naked. He deep swallowed, making an effort to focus and maintain some distance between them. George wasn’t sure whether it was the wine’s influence or just utter desire in his body, but he allowed himself to trail her back with his index finger, going from the hollow of her lowest part to her shoulders and finishing on her neck, (Y/N)'s skin crawling in an instant.

-There you go…- 

His voice came out as a low murmur, a product of their proximity and the charged atmosphere. (Y/N) turned around, murmuring a soft thank you. George nodded, his gaze lingering on the familiar features of her face. She noticed his scrutiny and, moving a little closer, found herself drawn to his lips. Her feet rose, giving George the sign to lower himself to level her height, sneaking his arm behind her back and lifting her easily, removing any effort from her part. With her hands still holding her dress, (Y/N) took the lead, brushing her lips against his in a gentle touch. She lingered for a moment before pressing her lips to his again, this kiss lasting just a few seconds. As if it wasn’t enough for either of them, George dared to kiss her with more intensity, bringing one of his hands to her neck and slowly tangling his fingers on her messy hair. Their lips intertwined with an ease as a result of the memory of kisses they had exchanged before. She felt as if she could melt in his arms, and he seemed more than capable of doing anything to keep her close.

The moment continued to intensify, both feeling the heat and desire when their hands started to wander more, and the kiss got messier. Even when they didn’t want to stop, (Y/N) felt George taking a step back, his lips swollen and his breathing fast.

They stayed silent for a moment, recognizing what they had done, yet there was no trace of regret between them.

“It’s best if I give you some space… I’ll see you outside,” he said. The girl nodded, still at a loss for words after their intimate moment. He offered her a final smile before stepping out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water to steady himself.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over her as she replayed the moments of intimacy in her mind. After finishing, she went to George's bedroom, lying down and noting his scent lingering on the pillow. Meanwhile, George was in the shower, struggling to clear his mind and not let thoughts of her overwhelm him.

How could you not want more than that? The desire for a deeper connection lingered, unspoken but palpable, as they both lacked courage to express it.

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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.  

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

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

George Weasley x Female!Reader: On the Outside

Summary: Weddings and mortification too often mix.

Rating/Warnings: All (-ish, some bad language)

Fic Trade Prompt: “You’re his twin? That’s embarrassing,”

Notes: Not my favorite Harry Potter thing I’ve ever written, but I feel bad for writing so little for that fandom since I opened my blog that I thought I’d share it anyway. This was written in 2013, as a spare entry for a fic trade. Please read it all the way through to the end before you yell at me for not being a real fan. ;)

On the Outside

“Dad, come on. We’re going to be late!”

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invisible string (g.w.)

A/N: So I've been working on my Folklore/Evermore fics between working on requests. The request I am working for right now, I really want to do my research on so that I have everything correct so that's why that is taking a bit longer than usual, but it is almost done and ready to be posted. Once again, this one is a little long, I can't help it, I just kinda let Taylor lead me and she leads me to ~ 14-page fics😅 (oops). Anyway, enjoy this soft, fluffy soulmate AU with Georgie boy!

TV Show/Movie: Harry Potter

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Hufflepuff!reader

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Taglist: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @rottenstyx @frederickandgeorge-weasley

No Voldemort AU, but Umbrige is still there.

Warnings: Some negative thoughts about oneself, angst, but happy ending. Very long, like over 20 pages in docs (I got a little carried away)masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation - my gif -

Y/N was always fascinated by the idea of soulmates. Not just how there was a person out there for everyone, a true match, but how soulmates have a string connecting them. An invisible string that only appears when it wants. The idea of her being connected to her soulmate by some invisible thread, stretching across an unpredictable distance, weaving around buildings and landscape even though they might not even know each other (or live in the same country). “Maybe one of the Durmstrang students will be my soulmate,” Her friend, Freya sighed dreamily as she gazed at a group of Durmstrang boys striding by the group. Y/N didn’t even look up from her book, only humming half-heartedly in response. “Could you imagine the romance,” She gushed, flopping onto the grass to look at the sky. “Me, in Scotland, my soulmate, in Bulgaria. Separated by vast waters and rolling hills only to meet at a ball one fateful night.”

“Wouldn’t you want to meet your soulmate before the ball so you guys could attend it together?” Kieron, Freya’s brother, spoke up from where he twirled his wand between his fingers, his back pressed against the same tree Y/N sat at. Freya flailed around to lay on her stomach, glaring at her brother, not noticing the dead leaves that were tangled in her fine, auburn locks.

“That wouldn’t be romantic, Kieron,” She rolled her eyes, plucking a few blades of grass from the ground below her. “Imagine this,” She paused, tossing the blades away as she fanned her hands through the air like she was prepping a TV screen to play her vision out for her. “I’m dancing with another guy, he’s dancing with another girl. My date spins me but loses my hand, I accidentally bump into him. He turns around and our eyes lock and our string reveals itself right there in the middle of the dance floor. Time stops because we found each other.” She rambled, the story choppy as she tried to keep up with her fast imagination.

“Yeah, and if you bumped into someone you would become a stuttering mess and your face will be about ten thousand shades redder than your hair,” Kieron pointed out a flaw - Freya’s seemingly incurable shyness. “You wouldn’t stick around long enough for your string to show up if he was your soulmate.” He poked fun at his sister.

“I would too! It’s different with your soulmate.” Freya defended herself. Snapping her head to Y/N, she hit one of her bent knees making her book fall from where it was perched on her thighs.

“Hey! I was reading that.” Y/N cried as the heavy tome fell closed on the grass, narrowly missing Kieron’s leg. She pushed her back off the thick tree trunk, grabbing the red and gold book, watching Freya with cautious eyes.

“Tell him that it’s different with your soulmate.” Freya insisted, pointing to her twin brother. Sighing, Y/N nodded as she turned her head to face Kieron.

“She’s right, it is different with your soulmate,” She agreed, earning an eye roll from Kieron. “No matter what happens when the string shows up, you don’t feel any embarrassment. You might blush and be shocked, but you don’t feel anxious. You might feel embarrassed when you first meet them unless your string appears then, but there is this feeling within you that keeps you there long enough to form an acquaintance,” She paused, cracking her book back open to where she left off. “If Freya does meet her soulmate at the ball in an embarrassing way, it doesn’t matter if the string appears or not, she won’t feel embarrassed enough to run away.”

“How are you so sure of all of this,” Kieron posed the question, narrowing his eyes at Y/N. “Have you met your soulmate?” He almost seemed nervous for her to answer. His fingers stopped twirling his wand and now picked anxiously at the grass.

“No, not that I know of,” She shrugged. “But I read a lot about soulmates so I think I have a pretty good understanding of how this works.”

“Reading and experiencing are two very different things-”

“Y/N! Freya,” Kieron was interrupted by a breathless call of their names. The three looked up to see Pippa, one of their other friends, running along the shore of the lake towards them. “Look at what Maisy and I did!” She waved two flower crowns in the air. She was the only one out of the group to have found her soulmate. Her string appeared between her and Maisy just last year - five years after they first met in first year.

“They look lovely, Pippa,” Y/N smiled, looking at the crowns as she stood in front of them. She plopped down on the grass, sitting criss-cross as she extended the crowns out towards them. Y/N grabbed the red one she handed her. “Chrysanthemums, are they?” She asked, looking over at her out-of-breath friend.

“Red ones, I thought it would look best with your hair. I gave you white ones to compliment your red hair,” She directed the last bit to Freya who placed the white chrysanthemum crown on her head. “Well, go on, Y/N! Put yours on,” Pippa clapped her hands excitedly before reaching over and adjusting Freya’s crown. Y/N laughed lightly, letting her other hand leave her book to grip the crown, placing it on her head as well. “It looks gorgeous!” She squealed.

“Hey, Pip,” Freya sat up on her knees, careful not to knock her crown off. “We were just talking about soulmates and if you feel embarrassed if you embarrassingly meet them. Y/N and I both claim that you don’t but Kieron is insisting that you do. From your experience, which is true?”

“That you don’t,” Pippa told them right off the bat, smiling fondly as she thought of meeting Maisy. “When we first met, it was in such an embarrassing way. I had gone to the loo during Charms and when I walked back into the classroom, Maisy was the one who pulled me aside and told me my shirt was tucked into my panties,” She recalled, her cheeks flaring. “At that moment, I was as red as a tomato and a clumsy fool, but in a weird way, I wasn’t embarrassed. Looking back now, yeah, I cringe and want to crawl into my skin, but at that moment,” She paused, shaking her head slightly as she tried to find the words. “I don’t know how to describe it, it was just different.” She shrugged.

“What about when your string appeared? Did you feel embarrassed then?” Freya asked eagerly, her hands clasped together tightly as she hung off of every word Pippa spoke. Y/N couldn’t help but close her book on her finger, keeping her spot but giving Pippa all her attention.

“Looking back now, it was so embarrassing, but at that moment it was like a scene out of a rom-com-”

“What’s that?” The three asked at the same time, their faces scrunching up in confusion.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Pippa smiled shyly. “I forgot you guys aren’t muggle-born. Rom-coms are romantic films with comedy in them, they are all the rage among hopeless romantics in the Muggle world,” She cleared her throat, looking over her shoulder to see Maisy talking with one of her friends farther along the lakeshore. “When our string appeared, I was in the Hospital Wing with nasty blisters all over my face from a potion exploding in my face. Maisy was volunteering one night and she was tasked with giving everyone a glass of water before bed. She yanked the curtain around my bed back while I sat there with frizzy hair and my headgear on with green, oozing blisters on my face, but get this-” She paused, holding her two-pointer fingers up. “She then trips over her own feet and dumps the whole pitcher of water on me before falling on me. When she pulled away, the fateful gold string was there connecting her hand to my hip which is where we collided first.”

“Oh wow,” Freya whispered, her green eyes wide. “If I were you, I wouldn’t show my face anywhere for years.”

“Exactly. Normally I would have gladly jumped into a Red Cap’s den if those things happened in front of anyone else, but I just wasn’t that mortified!” Pippa exclaimed, her hands slapping her bent knees, her fingers brushing the tips of the grass.

“I read a theory on it recently,” Y/N spoke up, sitting back against the tree trunk as she opened her book again. “Many people think that you don’t get embarrassed when meeting your soulmate or seeing the string so that you actually stay. So, if you meet your soulmate while making a fool out of yourself, they will still want to get to know you! Same thing if the pair just don’t understand that they are meant to be soulmates - the universe will just keep pushing them together.”

“I still think this is just a bunch of dragon dung,” Kieron muttered begrudgingly, making all three girls roll their eyes. “But can we please set this all aside and go to lunch now?” He whined, pleading with them to finally wander towards the Great Hall like they promised they would ten minutes ago.

“You guys go ahead, I’m going to sit out here and read some more.” Y/N told them as they all stood up from the grass. Freya looked down at her with furrowed brows.

“Do you want us to bring you anything?” She asked as Pippa skipped off to Maisy, her two braids flapping behind her in the fall air. Y/N shook her head prompting Freya to take the hint and leave. Kieron trailed behind her, leaving Y/N in her solitude as she found her place in her book once again. With the silence that surrounded her, she was able to hear the robins chirping as they flung fallen leaves in search of bugs to eat. She enjoyed the soft sounds of nature, there was something so poetic about it.

Unlike Freya, Y/N always thought she would meet her soulmate at a time like this. With the fall air twirling the leaves around, the slight chill of the day barely seeping through her cable-knit sweater, the golden rays of sunlight spotlighting the changing leaves. She always dreamed of the mysterious string appearing in the glistening sun as her cheeks flared red - matching her soulmate’s cheeks. She let her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against the tree trunk, careful not to tangle her hair with the peeling bark of the mighty oak she sat under.

Just then, the wind picked up causing some flaming red leaves to flutter down on top of her head, but she paid them no mind as she visualized her soulmate stumbling upon her and picking them gently out of her hair. “Fred, catch it!” She heard Lee Jordan yell before she felt someone’s shoe get caught on her calves, pulling her over as they fell. Letting out a surprised yelp, her eyes closed tighter as she barely kept her face from hitting the dirt.

“Ow-” She groaned, the tree root she was sitting next to now digging into her stomach. Rolling over, she let her eyes open again, the fluffy white clouds greeting pleasantly her as if she didn’t have a large bruise forming on her stomach.

“I’m sorry about that, Love,” Another deep voice sounded from right beside her. Flopping her head over, she spotted the infamous ginger laying on the grass beside her as he also flipped over. “At least you met me and not the fanged frisbee my brother lost control of.” He pointed out. Y/N searched his face, trying to figure out which twin had knocked her over. He was ignorant of this, too busy trying to wipe the dirt off his freckled face.

“That’s alright, you probably didn’t see my legs there so it’s partially my fault really.” She shook her head, giving up on guessing which twin it was, leaning over to pick her book back up. The twin laughed at that, sitting up as he inspected his clothes for more dirt.

“I saw your legs, I just misjudged how close you were to me,” He admitted. Y/N hummed, nodding in understanding as she sat right beside him. Glancing over at him, she noticed how his hair lit up in the sun, how beautiful he looked with the lopsided grin he wore. Now that she was so close to him, she could definitely see what all the girls fawned over when talking about the Weasley twins. “Do I have any more dirt on me?” He asked her suddenly, startling her enough for her to snap out of her daze - just narrowly escaping him realizing she was checking him out.

“Um, I think you have a speck right here,” She pointed to the spot on her own face. The twin lifted his hand, wiping at the wrong spot. “No, other side,” She shook her head, a smile tugging on her lips as he missed again. “Here, may I get it?” She asked, her hand raising to hover over the spot, waiting for his answer.

“Only if I can get the smudged lipstick off the corner of your lips.” He winked, flirting shamelessly. Y/N blinked, assuming the twin was Fred, she had heard tales of his flirtatious and outgoing personality. From what she knew, George was much more of a hopeless romantic like herself and had a different kind of flirtatious charm than his twin. She always assumed she would like George better as he had more things in common, but she would be lying if she didn’t like the kind of attention she was getting.

“I’m not wearing any lipstick today, I ran out yesterday,” She told him, her eyes narrowing in flirty playfulness, something she never thought she would do, wanting to question how he knew she usually wore lipstick. Instead, she dropped her hand to his cheek, wiping the spec of dirt away, taking his flirtations as an okay, moving to another spot she noticed. “Oh, that’s a freckle, sorry.” She apologized, dropping her hand from his cheek, her eyes meeting his intense stare.

“I do that sometimes myself. Sometimes, freckles just look so much like dirt, my mum had a horrible time trying to keep all of us clean, she’d scrub our faces thinking we were playing in the mud for hours before cluing in,” He told her before his cheeks flared ever so slightly, only being noticeable due to the ray of sun pointed directly at his face. “I’m George Weasley by the way.” Y/N blinked. She thought for sure that it was Fred sitting in front of her, but she was pleasantly shocked by this news.

“You and your brother are pretty famous, I recognized you instantly I just didn’t know which one you were,” She told him, her cheeks darkening as she hoped he didn’t think she was one of the Weasley obsessed girls who follow them around all the time. “I’m Y/N L/N.” She extended her hand to him.

“So that’s your name,” His large hand wrapped around hers, shaking it softly. “I’ve always wondered and let me tell you, it’s just as beautiful as you.” He winked, his hand lingering on hers as she blushed darker, letting out a giggle.

“Well, thank you. I like your name as well.” She returned the compliment.

“That’s awfully nice of you to lie like that for my sake, but I know my name sounds like I should be some stuffy old Muggle King,” He joked, earning a laugh from Y/N as their hands finally separated, her hand covering her mouth. “I like your flower crown, it’s the same red as my sweater.” He finally spotted the braided flowers perched on her head. She let her eyes flick upwards like she would be able to see it before looking back at him, bashful once again.

“My friend made it for me with her girlfriend-”

“George, we need your help, Fred got bit by the frisbee and we can see the bone. You have to get the frisbee, I’m taking him to the Hospital Wing.” Lee yelled, making the pair look over. There, Lee stood next to a boy identical to George who kept trying to wave Lee off - claiming to be fine especially as a group of girls sauntered by.

“Even in pain, he’s still flirting with everything that walks,” George shook his head. “It was lovely meeting you, Y/N, but I better go before the frisbee bites anyone else,” He told her, standing up. “Look forward to seeing you again sometime soon.” He called to her as he ran farther away from the lake, following the screams of terror telling him exactly where the frisbee was.

“Wait, George,” She yelled, making him wheel around to face her as he walked backwards. “How did you know I usually wear lipstick?” She asked, her brows furrowed. Some of her closest friends barely notice she wears lipstick, how could someone she never even talked to before know that.

“You wear that brownish shade sometimes with the lip pencil thing, right?” He asked, his voice carrying through the schoolyard.

“Yeah, that’s right,” She nodded, she had recently found her signature shade after an episode of Friends she watched over the summer holiday she spent with Pippa and she fell in love with the bricky red colour Rachel wore. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve noticed you around, that’s all.” He shrugged before turning around and running off in pursuit of the frisbee flying around, gnashing its teeth dangerously. Y/N sat there, her book on her lap and her mouth hanging open as she replayed the entire interaction back. There was one thing she noticed, her lack of embarrassment. She felt like her heart was blooming a beautiful flower as she let herself dwell on that for a moment. She was practically trampled by a cute guy, almost had her face caked in mud, embarrassingly tried to wipe one of his freckles off, had the same cute guy flirt with her so nonchalantly, and have him confess to paying attention to her lips, but yet, she wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest.

“I must have just been comfortable around him because I somehow knew it was George and not Fred,” She theorized, playing off her notion that she would get along better with George than Fred. “That’s it, I can’t be the soulmate to a Weasley, there is no way I can survive that much attention on me at all times. Besides, which Weasley would be happy with a quiet Hufflepuff with like four friends? Not the twins, that’s for sure.” She muttered to herself. As much as she wanted to believe in the cliches she read in her books, she just couldn’t imagine her life working out quite like that. George’s soulmate was probably some outgoing Gryffindor who played Quidditch and was wildly popular - that is a better match for someone as popular as George, not Y/N.

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The hall was swamped with students rushing around, but Y/N walked at her normal pace, her mind swirling with thoughts and worries as she paced on. Her satin-like lipstick covered her lips as she chewed on her bottom lip. She was beyond happy when Kieron had somehow bought her a new tube of lipstick to make up for the one he broke, but then he placed his lips upon hers after Freya had left with Pippa and Maisy. Days had passed from that moment and she was avoiding him like he had a case of Dragon Pox. “Y/N!” She heard the familiar call of the one person she didn’t want to be around from way down the hall. Sucking in a breath, she wished she didn’t have the luck of a cursed person.

Almost as if being pulled towards it, she pulled open the old door to the broom closet next to her, slipping in under the cover of the large crowd between them. Leaning her back against the door, she ignored the peeling scarlet paint chips stabbing into her neck as she let it click closed behind her, letting a relieved breath escape past her lips. “I was beginning to think we weren’t going to run into each other again.” A voice emitted from the darkness in the room making her jump, startled by their presence.

Squinting, her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, showing the famous red hair. “George?” She asked, tapping her wand in the direction of the candle stationed on the wall, lighting the room.

“In the flesh,” He nodded, the candle showing Y/N that he sat on an overturned bucket, clad in his Gryffindor robes, the scarlet hood glaringly obvious. She shuffled over, sitting on one of the other buckets that littered the small closet. It was bigger than some of the other ones she’s been in, but still pretty cramped thanks to George’s long limbs. “What brought you in here?”

“Avoiding someone,” She answered quickly, the noise of the other students out in the hall drowning out any noise coming from inside. George nodded, humming as an answer. “What about you? Why are you hiding in here alone? Aren’t you normally with your brother most of the time?” She asked, looking over at him. The orange glow from the single candle only lit a small portion of his face.

“Same as you, I’m just hiding from more people.” He shrugged, absentmindedly fiddling with one of his contraptions he kept in his pocket. She spotted the golden object, making her nervous. She leered back slightly, the hood of her Hufflepuff robes getting caught under her neck uncomfortably.

“Please don’t set off one of your prank devices please,” She pleaded, making George look down in his hand. For a second, he looked shocked that he had one of their products in his hand, but he quickly pocketed it, sending her a reassuring smile. “So why are you hiding from people?” She asked, feeling more at ease knowing it is less likely for them to be suddenly covered in a mysterious goop or being victims of whatever the product did. Sitting upright, her golden hood flopped against her back.

“I just needed some space from everyone,” He confided. “Fred loves the attention we get, but sometimes being swarmed by gaggles of people - especially girls - hanging off us all the time gets a bit much for me. Last night at the Gryffindor party, I was talking to a girl and we kissed a couple of times, you know from the firewhiskey-” Y/N nodded in understanding, but she in fact didn’t know. She’s only had one shot of firewhiskey once in her life and that was at a Ravenclaw party after they beat Slytherin in a match. She wasn’t sure why she’s never had another drink of it, it wasn’t bad, she just wasn’t much of a party person. She hated Hogwarts parties since they often ended up with someone cursed or seriously injured. “I just needed to escape her, she’s following me everywhere.”

“How can she tell you and Fred apart if she was drunk last night?” Y/N asked, finding a flaw in his explanation instantly.

“She wasn’t drunk, I was the tipsy one,” He corrected. “And how can you tell me apart from my brother? This is the second time we are actually speaking and it was dark when you figured out that it was me.”

“Fifty-fifty chance of it being you, I took my chances,” She joked slightly before clearing her throat. “But, no, in all honesty, I just had a feeling it was you. Plus, you referenced our little meeting a few weeks ago which I don’t think Fred would greet me with when I barge in on him in a broom closet.”

“Ah, you pay attention to details, probably from all the reading you do,” He bounced his finger in her direction, sending her a wink. She laughed, nodding, her fondness for reading did aid in her ability to pick up on little details. “I’m good at that too. I noticed that you said you were hiding from someone and you seemed pretty relieved to get away from them, what’s the deal with that, Love?” He asked, leaning his elbows on his knees.

She sighed, raking a hand through her hair. “I’m avoiding someone who kissed me the other day, have been since the kiss,” She disclosed, slumping her shoulders slightly. “He had bought me some new lipstick since he was the one who broke my other one. Right after he gave it to me, he kissed me. It was so weird, and now he probably thinks we are dating and we most certainly are not.” She ranted. Groaning, she buried her face in her hands.

“So who is this bloke?” George wondered, his voice hiding a bit of resentment that Y/N barely picked up on. The small thought in the back of her mind that had been lingering there lit up. Was George jealous? She had to admit, hearing of that girl and him kissing last night did send some sort of primal jealous urge coursing through her veins, could the same thing be happening to George? Making a mental note to do some research on that in soulmates, she lifted her head from her hands.

“Kieron. He’s my best friend’s twin brother, he’s in Ravenclaw and he’s persistent. He hasn’t left me alone since the kiss, it’s suffocating me. The worst thing is that I haven’t told Freya yet,” She paused, shaking her head as she kicked the floor with the toe of her school shoe. “I had no idea he liked me. We are completely different in every way possible, not to mention he’s kind of a jerk sometimes.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, he’s very self-obsessed, he sees himself as smarter and better than everyone, he knows all and he deserves all, he judges everyone and he doesn’t care about anyone else other than himself. Sometimes I think the only reason he ever started hanging around us is because of his sister,” She released all that had been weighing on her mind since he kissed her. “He knows how important romance and finding my soulmate is to me and he goes and kisses me all because he doesn’t believe in it?”

“Were you saving your first kiss for your soulmate?” George asked quietly.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’ve kissed people before, I’ve dated people before, but I was never one just to randomly kiss people out of nowhere. I also do not kiss people who clearly do not want it.”

“Understandable-” George nodded. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was cut off by Dumbledore’s magnified voice echoing through the whole school, warning them they only had two minutes to get to their next class. “Well, I guess we have to get going, what do you have next?” He stood, reaching his hand down for her to take. She accepted, using it to stand up.

“Double Herbology with the Slytherins.” She told him as he led her to the door. She pointed her wand to the candle, extinguishing it and bathing them back into darkness.

“Sorry to hear that, I would rather cuddle with a dragon than have a double class with Slytherins.” George pulled a face, opening the door to the empty hall. Y/N shrugged, hiking her bag up on her shoulder as they walked out of the cramped room, the natural sunlight pouring into the corridor stung their eyes but they powered on.

“They aren’t so bad to us, most of them aren’t,” She told him, her eyes watching the floor in front of her. “The only house we really have problems with are Ravenclaws, and that's only a bit of them.”

“I think every house has a problem with a few Ravenclaws, they are just so arrogant and priggish,” George admitted, kicking an empty chocolate frog container as they exited the building, heading towards the Greenhouses, braving the fall air. “Well, you have fun with the Slytherins and I think you should talk to that Ravenclaw guy, set things straight so he doesn’t bother you anymore.” He stopped walking just shy of the Greenhouses.

“Will do. Thanks for listening to my problems,” She smiled up at him, rubbing her hands together as the cold nipped at them. “You should get to class, you don’t want to be late.” She worried about him, but he simply shrugged.

“Can’t be late if my class is right here,” He pointed to the other Greenhouse. Y/N furrowed her brows at him. “We have a new teacher, fresh out of Ilvermorny. Hogwarts offered to help train him, you should take your nose out of your books sometime, Love, you might notice some things.” George said in a sing-song voice, sauntering over to Greenhouse One, leaving her standing them once again with her mouth hanging open. Shaking her head, she turned to Greenhouse Three, pulling the door open and slipped in unnoticed by the rest of the class.

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Sniffling, Y/N sat at her stool as Professor Sprout frantically rushed around the room. She barely noticed how none of the Slytherins had shown up yet, all the seats being taken up by Hufflepuffs scattered in their groups. Nobody paid her no mind as she wiped away a single tear that managed to slip out of the corner of her eye, giving her the space and time she needed. “Professor, why are the Slytherins not here? Class was supposed to start four minutes ago.” Cordelia, one of Y/N’s fellow Hufflepuffs, asked gently.

“The Slytherins do not have a double Herbology with you guys anymore, they are now in Greenhouse One-” Professor Sprout began to explain, but she was interrupted by worrying gasps. Y/N even lifted her head, her puffy eyes wide. She had just found out that Kieron was also in Greenhouse One when she talked to Freya about the new Herbology professor (which everyone apparently knew about).

“Please tell us that the Ravenclaws aren’t moving into this Greenhouse with us,” Cordelia pleaded. “Please Professor, Hugo McAllister is in that block and he keeps calling me the third Darkside of my arse and then explains the name every time as if I don’t know that Cordelia is the third moon of Uranus-”

“We do not need to hear more of that Miss. Jaymes, we’ve all taken an astronomy class,” Sprout stopped her politely. “The Ravenclaws are not coming in here, the Gryffindors are. George Weasley decided it was a good idea to start a fight in that class with a Ravenclaw so they are the ones moving.” She informed them making Y/N still. George got in a fight with a Ravenclaw, and Kieron was in the hospital wing - all within forty-eight hours after she told George about her problem with Kieron. She had just connected the dots when the door opened and in trailed the Gryffindors.

Y/N watched the door as they all filled in, taking random seats quietly. “This seat taken?” A familiar voice asked, sneaking up on her. She looked up, greeted by the smile of George Weasley, pointing to the empty seat beside her the Hufflepuffs left open to give her space.

“Um, no, it’s empty,” She told him, confused as to how he managed to slip in without her seeing him. “Why did you start a fight with Kieron last week?” She asked quietly as people continued to shuffle around them, moving her leather-bound book from the stool. George shrugged, placing his bag and books on the floor beside his stool.

“I didn’t, I accidentally hit him when trying to escape a nasty flesh-eating plant and he took it personally.” George told her. She pressed her lips together, humming slightly to tell him she didn’t believe him.

“Really, because I visited him in the hospital wing yesterday, and he was milking a black eye, a broken nose, and a sprained wrist.”

“Why were you visiting him?” He asked the tinge of jealousy back in his voice. Y/N noted it, but she couldn’t make sense of it as she had not found any evidence that sudden jealousy points to a soulmate - just a crush which was even more unrealistic than her being his soulmate.

“I went to talk to him like you told me to, he’s still an ass and we are no longer friends, but that is beside the point right now, George,” She paused, looking around to make sure people weren’t listening. “Why did you hit Kieron, honestly?”

“Honestly, it was an accident. Then he attacked me and I had to defend myself,” George told her sincerely. Sighing, she dropped her forehead into her hand as Sprout fussed around upfront to get things ready for the lesson. There were more Gryffindors than there were Slytherins signed up for herbology, meaning she didn’t have enough of everyone. “Now, tell me what happened when you went to talk to him.”

“Nothing much. He got mad at me because I didn’t like him back. Said that I was being ridiculous by carrying on about this soulmate stuff. He even dared to say that he deserved the kiss because he got me a present as a boyfriend does,” She hissed out. “Anyway, Freya knows and she sided with me since she knew I had no feelings for him. We don’t talk to him anymore, her parents are mad at her for it but she doesn’t care.”

“So he’s out of your hair?”

“Yes-” She nodded, but Sprout clapped her hands, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright class, I don’t have enough of what we are working on for this month for everyone so everyone has to pair up. Look to the person beside you, they are your partner for the next month. End people, you are paired up with the people across from you so that everyone has a partner.” Sprout instructed.

“Looks like we’re partners, Love,” George nudged her, making her look back at him. “It’s funny how we keep coming together, it’s like fate is playing with us or something.” He commented.

Y/N hummed, nodding slowly as she thought over things. “Yes, it is funny,” She whispered, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. She couldn’t seem to shake George since she met him. He was like a constant in her life now, somehow popping up. Shaking her head, she tried to forget the thought. She couldn’t be his soulmate, the universe wouldn’t put him through that. George drummed his hands on the tabletop loudly, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip before he pushed off the desk, heading over to collect their items. Something poking out from under his robe sleeve caught Y/N’s eye. A leather bracelet with dyed straps of red and gold. The exact same leather and dyed strings as her book. Staring at it, she became overwhelmed with the possibility. “I have to be jumping to conclusions, there is no way he’d be happy with me.” She muttered to herself.

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For the rest of the year, George Weasley was in her life whether they wanted it or not. It was as if there was a force that kept leading them to each other. As much as Y/N loved the string that connected her to her soulmate, she refused to believe that it was George Weasley. She would refuse to believe it was any of the Weasley’s, she was too different from them. Even in the summer holiday, she would find herself running into him when she ventured out to run errands at Diagon Alley.

“No, you don’t understand Freya,” Y/N stressed as she rocked gently with the train. They were heading back for another year at Hogwarts, and she had already encountered George when their baggage got mixed up in the parking lot somehow. “It cannot be George. He’s popular, he’s a Quidditch player, he’s one-half of the Weasley Twins, how could I be his soulmate?”

“Because being soulmates doesn’t mean you are an exact copy of the other person. And newsflash, Y/N, you’re popular. Everyone knows you and likes you, except my brother now, but I don’t think you care about that-”

“I don’t, trust me,” Y/N interrupted her. “No offence.” She winced when she remembered he is still her brother.

“None taken,” Freya waved her off. “Maybe you’re trying to make up any excuse as to why George cannot be your soulmate because now that you’re actually faced with the possibility that you’ve found your soulmate, you’re scared.”

Y/N scoffed “Why would I be scared of something I’ve wanted for my whole life?” Freya shrugged, looking up for a second as the door slid open, letting Pippa in.

“You don’t want the magic to end?” She guessed. Pippa looked between the pair with furrowed brows. Y/N shook her head stubbornly. She was not scared of the magic ending. She wanted to see the string, she wanted to find that one person she’s been connected to her whole life. The magic isn’t the wonder, the magic is what happens after the string appears.

“What are we talking about?” Pippa asked.

“Does the magic end after you find your soulmate?” Freya asked right off the bat, ignoring Pippa’s question completely. Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend.

“Of course not, Freya,” Y/N answered instead. “I’m not scared of the magic ending, or of the mystery dying out. I am simply saying that I have to be reading too far into this!” She explained, finally finding the words she was searching for since last year. Freya huffed, exhausted with this argument.

“If you want to know if you’re reading too far into it, you just have to relax, let George into your life. If you’re thinking the string will appear or trying to make sense of why George keeps popping up, the string will never appear,” Pippa told her. “That’s what happened with Maisy’s parents. They kept worrying about when the string would appear. Once they stopped and just started to enjoy each other’s company, the string appeared.”

“Exactly,” Freya exclaimed. “So just relax and enjoy George’s friendship. Maybe the string will appear, maybe it won’t. If it does or doesn't, what is the big deal?” She asked.

“The big deal is that I like him.” She admitted, making Freya’s eyes widen.

“Like, you like, like him?”

“Yes, I might even love him, I don’t know, but I do know that I will be incredibly broken if the string doesn’t appear. Could it be possible for two soulmates not to have a string?” Y/N asked, suddenly worried once again.

“I don’t think so, Y/N/N,” Pippa shook her head sadly. “I think you just have to wait it out. Remember that the string shows up when it wants. You just have to be patient with this one.”

“That’s not what I want to hear!” She groaned, falling dramatically back in her seat, huffing as she prepared herself to face another confusing year that could potentially end in heartbreak caused by the one and only George Weasley.

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Y/N sat in the swirling silence of the Library, hunched over a large book, hidden among the shelves. Her finger trailed along the rough, aged page of the book, frantically scanning the page for something that could help her. Resisting the urge to let out a frustrated scream, she took a deep breath as she closed the book as she grabbed yet another one from the large stack on the table. Pushing the old one away, she flopped the new equally as large one open. “And what is it that you’re up to?” A drawling voice startled her. She snapped her head up from where she was just about to start reading the chapter she thought would help her. There, leaning against one of the many bookshelves that hid her from the rest of the Library was George Weasley, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Just reading.” She told him, letting her head fall back down to read, knowing full well that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“This is the first we are seeing of each other this school year and you’re not even going to speak more than two words to me?” George asked as he settled into the seat across from her.

“I figured you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon so I’m sure we’ll exchange more words,” She muttered, keeping her attention on the book. “Besides, isn’t my company good enough for you?” She asked, flipping the page.

“It would be if your nose wasn’t stuck in that book, Darling,” He quipped. She could feel his eyes on her, studying her, waiting for her to give up on the book and pay attention to him. “What are you working on anyway, we don’t have any assignments or tests yet-“ He trailed off, snatching the large red book she had just pushed aside. “Everything You Need to Know About Soulmates, Volume Two,” He read the title before looking back up at her. Her cheeks flushed a pink colour as she tried to bow her head even more. “What are you trying to figure out?”

“Nothing, I just find it fascinating.”

“Oh, I know that. But I also know that you have already read this ten times.”

“It’s not my fault the school hasn’t got any new books on soulmates-“ She tried to defend herself.

“Yes they do,” He stated simply, plucking the book from under her hands in her distraction. Just as she was about to ask him about the new books, he interrupted her unknowingly. “Chapter Nine: Is It Possible for Soulmates To Not Have A String,” He read the chapter title at the top of the page before humming. “What are you on about?”

“I’m on about nothing, I’m just interested in the possibility,” She lied, earning a hum from George that told her he didn’t believe her. “Now, tell me about the new books.” She pleaded, taking the book back from him as he leaned back in his seat.

“They are in the Restricted Section, Fred and I saw them when we snuck in to look for any books that would help us cure a nasty side effect our new product has,” He informed her nonchalantly, tapping his nails on the dark wood of the library table. Her eyes widened, making George laugh lightly. “I suppose you want me to help you sneak into the Restricted Section so you can nab those books.” He smirked knowingly.

She slumped down in her chair slightly, a deeper blush covering her cheeks. “Yes please,” She admitted bashfully before sitting upright again. “Am I really that easy to read?” She asked. He shook his head, leaning his weight on the table, his eyes digging into hers.

“Not at all,” He shook his head truthfully. “I would have never guessed you would want to break into the Restricted Section for anything, but I guess that’s the Hufflepuff dedication shining through,” He teased, standing from his seat. “Meet me outside of the Hufflepuff Common Room tonight an hour after curfew, that’s when the Prefects on duty tonight slack off. I’ll get you into the Restricted Section.” With that, he sauntered away, disappearing behind the same bookshelf he came from.

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The constant drip of the dungeons echoed around her as she hid in the shadows, anxiously watching the corridor for any signs of a Prefect, Professor, or George. The thrill of sneaking around the castle after curfew died out after about five minutes after she stood in the hall waiting for George. Now, ten minutes later, she was scared that he forgot about their plans, or that he grew tired and ditched her. Both would be embarrassing and absolutely soul-crushing, but one-hundred percent a possibility. Looking at the watch on her wrist, she decided to wait for five more minutes. “Sorry to keep you, Love-” A deep voice spoke from behind her, sounding out of breath. Whirling around, she almost let you a shrill scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her.

She shoved his hand away from her mouth, letting her speak. “Merlin, George,” She sighed, her hand pressed over her heart as she tried to calm it before she had a heart attack. “You scared the wits right out of me!” She shoved him lightly, making him let out a soft laugh. She glared up at him.

“Once again, I am sorry, Love,” He pulled out his natural charm, making her disdain melt away in an instant. “I had to do a bit of running. Apparently one of the other Prefects on shift today was sick so the Percy clone, who is ever the keener, took their shift and he’s a bugger to shake off.”

“Percy clone?” Y/N repeated curiously. Of course she knew of Percy Weasley. The incessant Prefect who seemed to actually like rules. She respected Percy, more than most people. While he was at Hogwarts, he ruffled many feathers with his pompous attitude, but Y/N tried to remember that he didn’t mean to come across nasty.

“That’s what the Gryffindors are calling the new Prefect, he’s just like Percy. So much like him, that if he had red hair, I would think he was related to us,” George explained. “Speaking of which, we better scurry along before Percy squared pops up.” He nudged his head in the direction of the Library. Y/N furrowed her brows, pointing to the stairs behind her.

“But the Library is that way.” She corrected him, but he laughed in reply, confusing her more.

“Not when you’re with me it’s not,” He winked. She opened her mouth to question him, but the echo of a distant footfall at the top of the long, winding, stone staircase behind her made her freeze, her blood running cold. “That’s our cue.” George didn’t even flinch, instead, grabbing Y/N’s hand and yanking her farther down the dark corridor.

“I am putting all my trust in your hands right now, Weasley. I’ve never been outside the Common Room after curfew so I’ve got a seven-year clean streak of not having detention for knowingly breaking school rules.” She informed him as he darted down a corridor she’s never been in. It was dark, so dark that Y/N couldn’t even see George. The only thing she had that confirmed his presence was his tight grip on her hand.

“Don’t worry, you’re in great hands, Love.” He told her, a flirty tone in his voice. She groaned internally, wishing his flirting didn’t cause a flurry of butterflies within the pit of her stomach, wishing that his touch didn’t send a tingling burn that could only be compared to a wildfire shooting up her arm, but most importantly, she wished that all of this wasn’t so confusing. She just wished that she could figure out a way to know if a string would eventually appear or not so that she could spare herself the confusion and the dull heartache that had persisted in her chest since the day he tripped over her legs.

“Are we almost there?” She asked nervously to George, wanting the race against the watchful eyes patrolling the corridors and the heat consuming her body from their conjoined hands to end.

“Just this staircase and a few short corridors left.” George told her, poking his head out of the end of the corridor they were in, checking up and down the main corridor for any sign of people. Y/N barely had time to breathe out a shaky breath before George was running across the wide corridor, tugging her along behind him. She let out a squeak when her eye caught a warm glow from around the corner at the opening to the corridor, the shadow of a cat growing on the stone walls.

“George, it’s Filch and Mrs. Norris!” She whispered, making the tall redhead snap his eyes towards the echoing steps and the small meow from Mrs. Norris as she obviously picked up their scent.

“Quick, take off your sweater,” George pulled her into the corridor they were headed for, pointing to her large cardigan that was nearly falling off her shoulders. She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “You’re right, Filch will know someone’s been out of bed if you leave the sweater there, it’s not part of the uniform.” He paused tapping his chin as the echoing footsteps stopped.

“What do you smell, Mrs. Norris? Students out of bed?” Filch’s voice echoed instead, making Y/N look up at George with wide eyes. The flames from the touches in the main hall just barely lighting his face, only making one side of it visible to her. For a moment, she forgot about Filch and Mrs. Norris, too consumed with the beauty of George Weasley. It appeared that when he looked down at her, he too was taken aback by the soft orange glow illuminating half her face in a way that could only be adequately described in her muggle romance books that Pippa hooked her on. She blinked, internally shaking her head as she scolded herself. George Weasley was not breath taken by her beauty, she was just being a hopeless dreamer once again and it was not helping her with her little crush.

“Here,” George seemed to snap out of whatever caught his focus too with a couple of quick blinks of his eyes. He pried off his ratty old sneaker, making Y/N look down with wide eyes. Peeling off his sock, he tossed it into the middle of the corridor, careful to stay hidden behind the cover of the shadows. “It’ll make Filch think that someone just carelessly left their sock there before curfew, covering us for a bit.” He explained, wiggling his foot back into his sneaker with a slight struggle.

“But, it’s still warm.” She pointed out the flaw as he tried to jam his heel into the still tied sneaker.

“Not by the time Filch stops ranting to Mrs. Norris, it wouldn’t stay warm for long in this weather, it’s bloody freezing for September,” George commented, finally sliding his foot into the shoe, his hand reaching out to grab hers once again. “Come on, we have to get as far away from here as possible, Mrs. Norris has my scent memorized at this point.” He warned, tugging on her hand gently before taking off in a run down the narrow corridor and up the tight staircase Y/N barely saw in the darkness. He led her expertly through the last few turns, running along the darkened passageways with only the echoes of their shoes against the stone surrounding them.

“Oh wow,” Y/N breathed out as they came to a halt in front of the large, magnificent doors of the library. There was a whole other beauty to the normally breath-taking oak doors as the moonlight laid upon it. “What other castle secrets are you hiding?” She asked him, half-jokingly as he looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Tons, Love,” He answered her, pushing the heavy door open just enough for them to slip through. Nodding his head under his arm, he indicated for her to go first. Obeying his unspoken command, she swooped under his arm, stepping foot into the library. “Even hiding some of my own secrets.” He muttered, more to himself, but Y/N heard, having not wanted to venture too far into the library in fear of someone lurking in the shadows the moonlight reaching through the windows couldn’t reach.

“Do tell some of your secrets, George Weasley.” She hummed as they walked towards the Restricted Section. Glancing over, she noted how the moonlight hit his skin and hair, making him glow incandescently. She couldn’t help but to gaze upon him longer, he just looked so ethereal, so divine - almost as if he belonged in Greek Mythology as the God of divine beauty.

“What do you want to know,” He wondered, picking up the old, cast-iron lock as if it was nothing. With furrowed brows, she sent him a questioning look. No matter how strong someone was, there was no way they could pick up a lock such as that as if it were a piece of paper. Feeling her gaze, he looked over at her. “Switched the lock the other day. It’s an exact replica that only unlocks for Fred or me. The best thing, it acts and feels just like the other one for anyone else. Here, give it a feel.” He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, gently laying the lock in her hand. With a startling jolt and a click, the lock locked, laying heavy in her hand.

“Oh wow,” She breathed out, her arm straining to stay still as she held the heavy lock. “It really does feel like the real thing.” She observed, impressed.

“We spent the past six years at Hogwarts trying to perfect this and this summer, we finally did it,” He explained, taking the lock from her as gently as he had been when he placed it in her palm. With another jolt and click, the lock was open. Quickly feeding it back through the chain before pulling the chain just enough for him to be able to crack the large, metal gates open. “Go on,” He nudged his head towards the open gate, holding it open for her to slip through. He followed through, more awkwardly due to his long limbs and tall stature. “So, back to what we were talking about before,” He cleared his throat, standing to his full height and turning back to the gate. “What secrets do you want to know?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder at her as she stood half bathed in the shadows, the moonlight only ghosting over half her face.

“You don’t actually have to tell me any of your secrets, George, I was just joking.” She clarified, watching his back move under his knitted sweater - the same sweater he wore the day he tripped over her. He expertly wove the chain back through the handles of the gate, pressing the lock closed with a loud, echoing click, making it look like it was untouched.

“No, no,” George shook his head, whirling around to face her, his arms crossing over his chest. She perked an eyebrow at this, confused. “That’s not how this works-” He paused, taking two large steps closer to her, almost swaggering if Y/N had to describe it. “You cannot just ask me to reveal my secrets and then say you’re joking, I’m supposed to be the one who jokes here.”

She rolled her eyes at this as he smiled wide, glad to get a reaction from her. Flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes flicking all the way down to her feet before springing back up to her face. She resisted the urge for her eyes to roll back into her head at the sheer attractiveness of the action as she sent him the best glare she could muster. “Well, how does this work? Not everyone plays by Weasley rules.” She reminded him, trying to keep up the snarky facade.

George paused for a moment, his lips pursing and his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You’re acting different.” He commented, his eyes raking over her in a much different way than a second ago.

“Are we just going to keep changing the subject?”

“I’m just expressing concern,” George raised his hands in the air defensively. “But, if you wish, the rules are simple: I tell you a secret, you tell me one,” He explained, flicking his finger between the pair as he talked. “Since you’re not coming up with something, I’ll start, how about that, Love?”

“Fine by me, but can we do this while looking for the books?” She pleaded, the fear of being caught fair outweighing her desire to appear snarky and nonchalant now that they were hidden in the Restricted Section - soon to be fully immersed in the shadows.

“I’ll lead the way,” He nodded, agreeing to her circumstances. Muttering a quiet, but clear ‘Lumos’ the rows upon rows of dark, cobweb connected bookshelves were suddenly exposed to them, the light from George’s wand being held up high enough to cover the majority of the space surrounding them. “Okay, now, I want to know-” He trailed off, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he tried to figure out what to reveal about the girl next to him. “Tell me why you’re so caught up about this soulmate stuff.” He pried, looking over at her as they slowly made their way down the aisle George and Fred ventured down last night.

She shrugged, looking ahead into the darkness that continued to inch away from them the farther they walked. “I’m not really sure. I’ve just always been drawn to all the sappy, cliche, cheesy romance stuff. I like hearing the testimonies of people telling the story of when they found their soulmate,” She confessed. “My favourite thing about it is just the thought of having someone connected to you for your whole life. Constantly, there are parallels mirroring each other's lives, but you have no idea where this person is! They could be right next to you or they could be in a whole other country, only to be brought together one fateful day,” She gushed, not noticing George watching her as she expressed her fascination. “It sounds like a romance novel - two people, living two completely different lives, the only thing connecting them: an invisible string.”

“Interesting,” George nodded. “May I ask you another question before you dig into my secrets?” He asked politely, stopping in the spot where he had found the books last night, holding his wand to the bookshelf to scan the pristine books. Y/N also gazed at them, noting how almost all of them were in such great condition. Perhaps it was due to the lack of people handling them, perhaps, Madam Pince had some sort of possessive feeling over them and cleaned them every morning before the library opened - whatever it was, she would never know, but it didn’t bother her too much.

“Go for it.” She gave him the go-ahead.

“What do you think the string looks like when you find your soulmate?” He posed the question, looking down at her once again. She stilled, her finger just lightly touching the spine of an older book that was visibly worn down.

“I’m not too sure, I think it’s different for a lot of people. I’ve heard some people say that their string was two different colour strings intricately twisted together. But others say theirs was just one string. Typically, the colour is gold, but there have been different colours than that reported,” She answered his question almost as if she were an expert on the topic - as if it was the job she did day in and day out, just researching soulmates. “Okay, now my turn, I have just the question for you-” She turned to face him, the light from his wand lighting her up entirely. “You act like you don’t care about finding your soulmate, is that really the case?”

“Of course I care about finding my soulmate, but I’m not worrying myself sick about it or anything,” He informed her. She nodded, understanding where he was coming from. “I just don’t see the point in not living and experiencing things while I sit around and wait for the universe to reveal my soulmate. How am I supposed to woo my soulmate off her feet if I don’t know how to be romantic?”

“Makes sense.” Y/N nodded, turning to look back at the books. Another thing that proved that she and George Weasley were not soulmates. He would never go for someone who would rather sit and wait for the universe to reveal her soulmate. She was tired of the dating scene and hook-up culture. She wanted a true connection and not just another lousy boyfriend.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am naturally romantic, it’s a gift, but with all-natural talent, you must learn how to use it,” He continued, his eyes squinting to try and read the faded words on a book spine. “Don’t tell anyone this, but sometimes when I zone out, I’m imagining what it will be like to finally find my soulmate - how it’ll happen and all that,” He paused, pulling a book off the shelf, resting it on the ledge as he moved on. “I like to imagine different ways I would meet her.”

“I do that too,” Y/N exclaimed, almost too loudly making her shrink back and clear her throat, hoping George didn’t think she was a complete dork, but also her unexpected shout hadn’t gotten them caught. Silence encompassed them as they both browsed the books, plunking relevant ones off the shelves as they went. Clearing her throat once again, Y/N glanced over at George quickly, seeing him focused on a book, his head tilted exposing his sharp jawline even more. Y/N swallowed thickly as she admired him. With his new shorter haircut, he looked ten times hotter (which Y/N wasn’t sure was possible) than last year. It was almost like he aged by two years, appearing more mature. “So, um,” She cleared her throat, needing to get her mind off the jawline she so desperately wanted to kiss alone at that moment. “If you’re not too worried about finding your soulmate, how did you know that they got new books in the Restricted Section on soulmates?”

“Easy, Love,” He started, pulling another book off the shelf. “One fell on my head last night, nearly knocked me out,” He informed her, holding the large, red and gold book up with one hand, his forearm straining making Y/N’s mouth go dry. “It was this one actually, I was taken back by how much it looked like the one you were reading the day we met. When I went to put it back, I realized it was the newest version of the book you were reading.” He commented, looking at the book as he placed it with the others. Y/N couldn’t fight her smile as she realized that George had remembered the small details of that day just like she had - having them all permanently tattooed in her memory.

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Unfortunately, due to Umbridge's reign of terror upon Hogwarts, that was the last time Y/N and George had been able to talk. The only class they shared had been Defense Against the Dark Arts and Umbridge hadn’t let boys and girls sit next to one another in fear they would apparently spontaneously start having sex in the middle of class. Whatever the reason was, Y/N cursed the pink monster for it. But, once she found out George and Fred had left Hogwarts all together because of her, she down-right hated the woman and wished only the worst upon her - even now, a good three years after she graduated from Hogwarts.

However, one good thing came from George’s early departure from the school: Y/N finally was able to figure out that they were absolutely not soulmates. For if they were, the universe surely wouldn’t have made him leave before their string was revealed, would it? Y/N found herself pondering that question often. Especially now as she walked down the snowy cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley as yet another failed date yammered on beside her. He was currently telling her the story of how he single-handedly took down Wizarding London’s most notorious illegal potion smuggler - again. “Hey, Nickleson!” A deep, goofy voice hollered from farther down the alley making Y/N’s date run over to him.

Breathing out a much-needed breath, Y/N looked around frantically for an escape. Spotting a dimly lit alley, she darted down as a large group of elderly witches waddled by, providing her cover from her date and his friends as they talked. Spotting a red-painted door, Y/N (for the first time in three years) praised the universe for providing her with a decent escape from a horrid date. Pulling her gloved hands from the pockets of her travelling cloak, she yanked the door towards her, ducking in. “Safe at last in this-” Her mind stopped when she realized she didn’t know where she was. “Is this a dive bar?” She asked herself in her mind again, looking around at the fifties decorations.

“I was beginning to think we weren’t ever going to run into each other again.” A voice spoke from the bar. Looking towards it, she spotted the familiar head of red hair she never thought she would see again. Wheeling around on the red, leather stool, he turned to face her properly, still sitting down. Taking a moment out of shock, Y/N drank him in, her mouth hanging open slightly. He wore a brown suit, the funky print on his tie matching the one on his suit jacket. Even in business clothes, he managed to find a way to stand out.

“George?” She breathed out, walking towards him as she pulled her gloves off her hands, shedding her travelling cloak as the hot air from the kitchen heated the dining room. She wasn’t entirely sure what drew her to this alley and to this door out of all the others, but now that she saw who was behind this door, she was thankful the invisible force tugged her towards it.

“In the flesh,” He nodded, smiling wide as she sat on the stool beside him, her thawing hands picking up the menu that lay in the unoccupied spot, eyes skimming it. George took a moment to watch her, almost not believing that she was sitting next to him - Y/N couldn’t believe it was George sitting next to her either. “What brought you here? Not many people know about this place, I like to think of it as my little secret hideout.”

“Oh, I was just escaping somebody,” She waved him off, setting the menu back down, still too full from her lunch date. “What about you? Why are you here eating alone? On your lunch break?” She wondered, turning her chair slightly to point her knees towards him, giving him her full attention.

“Just that,” He shrugged, picking up one of the last french fries from his plate, popping it into his mouth. “On my lunch break from the shop, decided to treat myself to lunch today instead of packing it,” He answered her question, taking a sip of his soda. “But tell me about the person you were escaping.” He swallowed his drink, crossing his hands over one another as he waited for her to talk.

“It was this horrible guy someone at my work set me up with, I just had to get out of there fast and I saw the door to this dive bar.” She explained as George waved down the waiter, sliding his neatly stacked plate and empty cup over to him before placing some money on the bar, standing up and picking his winter gear off the stool beside him.

Y/N followed suit, hoping her date caught the drift and left. “You seem to have bad luck with guys, Love.” He noted as he shrugged his winter coat on. Y/N snorted, nodding as she wrapped herself back up in her travelling cloak.

“Tell me about it,” She agreed, pulling her gloves on as they walked to the door. “Are you going back to work?” She asked as he pulled open the door, letting the bitter cold blow into the Dive Bar, attacking their cheeks. Stepping out, her boots crunched on the loose snow dusting the cobblestones. George stepped out a second later, his ginger hair being instantly sprinkled with the falling snowflakes.

“I’m sure Fred can manage a bit longer,” He waved off the concern as they settled beside each other in the empty alleyway. Slowly walking, they both basked in the company of the person they never thought they would see again. “But tell me, what are you doing for work these days?” He posed the question, craning his head to the side to watch her. She kept her eyes down on the slippery snow ahead of her, the wind pushing her hair back lightly making her bury her face farther into the scarf she tucked under her travelling cloak.

“I actually work for an independent research company, we work to solve the biggest mysteries of the wizarding world and even the muggle world,” She explained, her eyes lighting up as she talked of her career. “I’m assigned to researching soulmates, we’ve made great progress in the past few years.”

“That’s great, Y/N. I always pictured you doing something with soulmates.” He commented, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket, a soft smile tugging on his lips as he glanced at the ground in front of him.

“Something tells me you didn’t need to be a seer to predict this,” She laughed, not paying attention to where she was placing her feet. Blissfully unaware, she felt her feet slipping out from under her causing her stomach to twist and her smile to fall - being replaced by fear as she realized that she was falling. “Bloody hell!” She gasped.

George, thinking fast, tried to help her, but the ice underneath their feet was too slick with freshly fallen snow. In a matter of seconds, George’s feet slid out from under him, sending him and the already falling Y/N crashing down. Y/N’s breath hitched as her back smacked against the frozen cobblestone, but she managed a grunt when George’s lanky body sank down onto her, a groan leaving his lips upon impact. “Sorry, Love, are you okay,” George began to ask once he realized he had fallen on top of Y/N, pushing himself up only slightly, he paused, his eyes locked on her parted lips. Fluttering her eyes open, Y/N sent him an odd look. “You still wear the same lipstick - the brown colour with the matching lip pencil.” He almost breathed the words in awe, still staring at her lips.

“Um, yeah, I really like how it looks,” She nodded, wondering why he wasn’t climbing off her yet. With her voice strained from the weight of him, she spoke up again. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re kind of smushing me into the cobblestone.”

“Oh! Right, sorry, Love-” He tried to scramble up, but a tug on both their stomachs made them look down, George’s sentence getting cut off. Gasping, Y/N eyes grew wide as she saw it. The one thing she has been waiting her entire life to see - and it was attached to George Weasley out of all people. There, connecting their stomachs (Y/N’s at her belly button, George’s just below his sternum), was the magnificent, elusive, and otherwise invisible string; or strings in their case. Two intertwining strings, one of magnificent gold and one of scarlet red, between them.

“It’s always been you?” Y/N breathed out. She was shocked that her gut feeling had been right - her heart had been right. It was the ginger-haired boy she convinced herself would never be happy with her. The boy she had never been able to shake, even when they hadn’t seen each other for years. He had always crept into her mind in one way or another. She could have kicked herself for not sending a letter to him, thinking that if she had, they would have found the string earlier. But, by some miracle, she had stumbled upon that hidden Dive Bar within the dark alleys of Diagon Alley. In some way, that Dive Bar acted as a blanket thrown over the imprisoning barbed wire - allowing her to escape the fall out of her bad decisions.

“That’s what the universe says, Love,” George shrugged smugly, looking as if he had been dreaming of this day and (little did Y/N know) he had been. Constantly having dreams and daydreaming of the string that connected him to the schoolboy crush that carried into adulthood. “And you of all people should know that the universe is never wrong when it comes to the invisible string.”

Harry Potter preferences...

How you meet:

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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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