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Harry Potter characters as girls part 3
Frederica Weasley
Georgie Weasley
Armel Weasley
Lucia Malfoy
Deanna Thomas
Being Best Friend with the Weasley Twins be like:
preview of my upcoming fic - 'yellow'
this was 0.9k words btw. obviously, this was not proofread yet!!
Periwinkle was the colour of the twin’s swaddling blanket when Molly and Arthur Weasley brought their newborn twins home from the hospital. The bright blue contrasted against the dull maroon of their beaming parents’ outfits. The shade also served as a clear indication of their twins’ gender. The same blue followed them as party decorations that adorned across their warm living room when Molly and Arthur held a sip & see party for their friends and relatives to celebrate their childs’ arrival together. It seemed that the guests had the same idea of wrapping their push presents with the colour blue – because at the end of the day, their dining table were drowned by the various hues of blue thanks to the stacks of presents they received. Unwittingly, the day Fred was born was also the first day that the colour blue was introduced into his life.
Ever since then, Fred had always showed a preference for the colour blue. It was the first colour that Fred has associated himself with, mainly because he was taught to just accept it as a colour that represented him. Molly had decided that the eldest twin would be colour-coded blue while the youngest would be green – just so that the rest won’t have a hard time to differentiate the twins together. That would mean that while Fred’s jumper comes in lapis blue, George’s was basil green. When Fred’s bedsheet was dyed in oxford blue, George’s was in emerald green. Heck, even their undergarments were colour-coded; Fred’s was tinged in a shade of teal while George’s was in forest green.
Even at a young age, Fred has always been known as someone who preferred to live life easily. He was a child who just accepted facts without knowing its rationales, so he could easily say that blue was his favourite colour without questioning himself why. However, as the years passed by and Fred starts to grow a little taller and older, he decided that it was time that he paid more attention to what he likes and dislikes.
Just during the period when Fred was about to start his first year in Hogwarts, Fred silently declared to himself that from then onwards, his favourite colour would be orange. After all, it was the colour of the hair that runs in the entire family, and dare he say, the entirety of his house (Molly would probably deny this if he confronted). Fred doesn’t tell anyone, but he’s convinced that the colour of his blood and the rest of his family members is orange and not red like what his anatomy books had told him.
To further commit to his stance, he made sure that the clothes he bought for the upcoming school year were mostly orange. It can’t be helped that his wardrobe still contained traces of blue, since it was the colour that he grew up with. Furthermore, it’s too wasteful to throw it all away. Also, he’s sure that his mother would nag his ear off if she were to ever find his old clothes lying in the trashcan.
Fred also secretly bought a pot of orange ink to use for school without his parent’s knowledge. He decided to use the money he got from Aunt Muriel who had gifted the cash to him as an early birthday gift. Though honestly, he was unsure if he would ever get a chance to use the bright orange ink in school. Mostly because students are only allowed to use black ink for writing. But hey, Fred made a commitment - and he was going to stick to it.
Unfortunately, Molly found the jar on the day before Fred was supposed to get onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Fred was never a neat person. So when Molly came into the twin’s room to help them pack properly for school, she had accidentally kicked something hard under the pile of Fred’s clothing that he had set aside near his trunk. Thinking nothing of it, Molly only wanted to pick up the item that she had accidentally kicked and put it back into place out of respect. Consequently, that led to Molly picking up the jar, and realizing instantly that no one in the family had orange ink in their possessions. Only until when Molly turned the glass over to read the tag under, she yelled out the older twin’s name out of anger and pure shock. At that moment, she simply could not believe that her son Fred Weasley had spent a large amount of money on a small jar of coloured ink under her damn nose. In the end, Molly Weasley did nagged his poor ear off. Literally.
Clearly, Fred Weasley was truly committed to the colour orange.
It became a huge part of his daily life now – the jumper under his robe, his quills that he use for school (somehow, he managed to dye it even), the orange candies that were scattered on his desks, his everything. Yet somehow, there was a tiny part of him that was still unsure if he loves the colour orange. Maybe, if he was feeling bored, he would go with the colour red just to mix it up a bit. The reasons were simple; it was the colours of his house. His tie, his robes, his dorm – red was a colour that was impossible for him to avoid.
Still, Fred wasn’t exactly sick of the colour orange. The word ‘sick’ is too strong of a word to describe such a feeling. He would just say that he was so used to see the colour orange that he got numb to it. He wouldn’t mind living in a world of orange. He was just comfortable, yet never satisfied.
This phase lasted until his fourth year, just when his fifteenth birthday was round the corner.
George, at Fred’s funeral: Can I just have a moment please?
Ron, leaving: Of course
George, leaning over Fred: Listen, I know you’re not dead
Fred: No shit, but I did scare ya
‘You haven’t got a letter on yours,’ George observed, ‘I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Forge.’
hiya i’m the blaise zabini anon, can I request a blaise zabini x gryffindor reader where she comes down to hogwart’s kitchen for a late night snack just to meet blaise there, she was hesitant of course because she’s not in a mood to be taunted at such a late hour but blaise turns out to be a total gentleman and they even discovered their shared love of food and just spoon feed each other before professor snape discovers the two of them and forced them to go back to their respective dorms
Late Night Snack | Blaise Zabini x Reader
Word Count: 1,521 words
Warnings: slight cursing, tons of fluff
December 12th, 1996. The Gryffindor Dorm Rooms. 11:56 pm.
You cursed at yourself after you had tripped going down the stairs, hitting the wall quite loudly. Stupid fluffy slippers, looking at your poor outfit choice closing the portrait door behind you running down the stairs.
You had snuck out of the Gryffindor Tower countless of times, whether it was with the twins, with Harry or even sometimes when Hermione needed some caffeine to stay awake, so this night wasn’t any different.
You were craving something sweet, something salty and just needed something in your mouth.
The evening air felt cool on your skin, shivering lightly as a gust of wind washed over you hurrying your pace to the kitchens.
At night, the castle looks just as haunted as you would expect any castle to look, which didn’t help when there would be ghost just laying around everywhere nearly giving you a heart attack.
You grinned as you came in front of the portrait, proceeding to tickle the pear waiting for the giggling of it as it cracked open. The tickling of the pear made you smile every single time because of how silly it seemed, opening the door parting your mouth to greet the elves before coming face to face with a Slytherin who looked to be rather happy eating his pudding. His face looked just as surprised to see someone come in, his hands halting mid air setting the pudding filled spoon back into the bowl.
“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here, I’ll just come back once you’re gone.” You rambled, feeling your face turn a light shade a pink already turning on your heel to walk out the door.
“You can stay. I’m not going to bite,” Blaise hummed, scooping some chocolate pudding into his mouth staring up at you with his big doe eyes.
Nodding at his words, shutting the portrait door as you took a seat on a stool nearby immediately being swarmed by 3 elves who looked giddy to serve you.
“Hello, Miss! What can Winky get for you?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” You hugged the short elf, who was beaming up at you, “I want something sweet, but I also want something salty. Do you guys have anything along those lines?”
They stood pondering for a moment before a soft voice broke the silence.
“Get her a yogurt bowl with a bunch of fruit mixed in it, along with some granola. Oh! And some dry pretzels to dip into the bowl.”
“Yes, Mister Zabini. Coming right up!”
They hurried off, huge smiles on their faces. The clattering of them moving around the kitchen was all that was heard, as you eyed the boy out of the corner of your eye before you turned to face the Slytherin who flashed you a small smile setting his empty pudding cup down wiping his hands off onto a nearby white napkin. “Thank you. That actually sounds perfect. How’d you know what to ask for?”
“I come here quite often. On days when I’m not sure what in the world I want, Winky would usually prepare me a fruit bowl with no granola. But since you wanted something other than sweet, I added that and the dry pretzels.” You let out a soft chuckle, moving your tousled hair away from your face resting your face on your palm as you focused all of your attention on the boy whose voice sounded like honey. “How come you’re out of bed, love? Is everything alright?”
“I’m good! Thanks for asking, but no, I just really needed a little late night snack,” You smiled your skin hot from the nickname, feeling your heart soar as the Slytherin boy laughed at your comment adjusting his position on the stool facing you his eyes flickering down to your glossy lips. “I um... what about you? Were you also hungry or were you unable to sleep?”
“Draco is an absolute nightmare to sleep with. He has hundreds of girls in his bed, it’s kind of impressive. Tonight, he brought Pansy, again, and I just couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as them knowing they were going at it like rabbits,” You choked on your water, nearly spitting it out as you let out a snort.
You broke out into a laughing fit at the thought of the two of them going at it, shivering in disgust downing the rest of your water. Blaise hummed in agreement, taking a sip out of his water as well just as Winky showed up with your food a little freckle of yogurt on her cheek. Your small fingers wiped off the pink stain, giving the elf a small thank you setting your bowls down careful not to spill them.
“This looks delicious. Wow Zabini... you have good taste who would have known,” You teased the boy, who had gradually ended up at your table as the two of you had talked instead of several feet away nudging him playfully. He tossed you a joking glare, stealing one of your pretzels and dipping it into the pink yogurt happily eating the desert. “Hey, you asshole.”
“Well that isn’t very lady like,” Poking fun at some of our professors, a snort leaving your lips.
“Oh sod off, Zabini.” You chuckled trying to cover your bowl, scooping a spoonful of the yogurt that was blended nicely with the blueberries and the granola so you didn’t have too much of the other. Moaning at how creamy and tasty it tasted, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.
“That good, huh?”
“This is bloody orgasmic, what the hell did you ask her to put in this?”
“Oh you know, just a little bit of my heart.” You rolled your eyes at his statement, the smile on your lips growing wider as Blaise relaxed as the night drew on. It was around 3 am, after the pair of you had began playing a game of hide and seek, where you guys had gotten a bit loud. Zabini currently had you thrown over his shoulder, having ended up there after he caught you hiding in the pantry loud laughter leaving your lips.
"Blaise! My ass is hanging out of these shorts,"
"Oh really? I had no idea, " He chuckled at the sound of you whining, letting out a yelp as you smacked his bottom at the sarcastic jest he made adjusting his grip on your waist. "Ouch! That hurts a lot more than you think, love."
“Mister Zabini! Put her down this instant,” Blaise practically threw you onto the ground his face going red as he came face to face with Professor Snape who looked like he was about to explode. You adjusted your shorts, shifting your weight out of habit as you waited to see what the dark haired man would say.
“15 points from Gryffindor. Get out of the kitchens before I double it,”
“Professor? I find it only fair if you remove points from our house as well. She’s not the only one found out of bed after curfew,” You and Snape both shared the same ridiculous look, eyeing the boy who was staring rather intently at Professor Snape. The professor looked conflicted, letting out a heavy sigh.
“20 points from Slytherin. Now... get out.” You grabbed your scattered wand, hurrying out of the kitchens walking alongside Blaise who looked like he had just won the lottery.
“Zabini, you are unbelievable. You purposely lost your House Points? What for?”
“I was pissed off. I understand that Slytherin is his house but that shouldn’t stop him from punishing us. Especially after punishing you in front of my face. If he wouldn’t have taken those points, I would have stomped on his foot.”
You felt your heart swell, eyeing the flustered Slytherin boy who was currently walking you to the Gryffindor Tower. Once the pair of you had arrived in front of the portrait, you spun on your heels to face Blaise giving him a warm smile.
“Thank you for tonight, this is the most fun I’ve had in weeks. Even though I still think you’re absolutely crazy for asking for House Points to be taken, I think it’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.”
Zabini grinned his award winning smile, taking your hands in his larger ones pulling you close to his tall frame, the height difference between the two of you seemed almost comical as you barely came to his chest having to peer up at the boy.
“It was my pleasure... I have one question before you go.” You nodded, feeling your chest flutter at the millions of questions racing through your mind, “How would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”
“I would love nothing more, Blaise.”
You practically beamed up at him, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek waving goodbye to the boy as you squealed to yourself after you shut the door behind you.
Blaise felt his face flush, grinning down at the floor cheesily as he rushed back to his dorm in a hurry for tomorrow to hurry on by so he could take you out. The night was unexpected, and you had never in a million years expected it to happen but you were glad it did. You had a date on Saturday, and for once, you weren’t dreading for the weekend to end. Thank the heavens for me and my late night cravings.
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a/n: this was so much fun to write! i’ve never written for blaise, and i wish i could have done a whole fic on him so i might start working on one. thank you for requesting this! i think i fell for blaise zabini just after this <3 i hope you like this, don’t be afraid to send feedback or specific details if you’d like. lots of love :’)